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our upscaled and enhanced photo of Shawn Spencer (James Roday Rodriguez) and Burton "Gus" Guster (Dulé Hill) on Psych

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how they would react to F!Reader saying she's pregnant but with Shanks, Rayleigh and Law?

Oi oi! Turu bem? Vou deixar até o comecinho da resposta em português porque sim hahahahah primeiro, obrigada pelo pedido e segundo, eu acho que me empolguei escrevendo de novo, sou inimiga do resumo. O do Ray acho que pode ter ficado um pouco confuso porque tentei usar as duas eras (como pode ele ser tãão saborosíssimo toda vez que aparece, af). Mas é isso, obrigadão e espero que goste <3

And here’s the translation of the day: Hey Hey! How are you? I'll even leave the beginning of the answer in portuguese because yes hahahahah (for those who don't understand PT-BR, I discovered that the requester is brazilian like me) firstly, thank you for the request and secondly, I think I got carried away writing again. I think Ray's might have been a little confusing because I tried to use both eras (how can he be so delicious every time he appears, haha). But that's it, thank you and I hope you like it <3

Oh, and hello @badlandsx! I'm tagging you here because I saw your request about Law, but don't worry, I'll soon write the other part that you also requested. Thank you <3

requests open | one piece masterlist (other pregnancy stories are here)

Warnings are place individually in each story.

Rayleigh

Warnings: mentions of new and old Ray, like I said I love them both. Buggy and Shanks kids are one of my favorite things about Roger's era, so we have them here. Mention to F!Reader being an herbalist. Brief not-so-canonical mention of Sabaody's arc.

Acid temperament, answers on the tip of the tongue, a captivating smile. Rayleigh didn't have much of an option but to fall in love at first sight when you two bumped into each other in a random bar on a random island. It didn't matter anymore when he managed to convince you to be part of the crew. Your knowledge of herbs and medicines was just an excuse he used to get the captain to accept - and Roger knew Silvers Rayleigh enough to know it was just a pretext for you to get on board.

It didn't take long for the glances exchanged and toasts proposed to turn into hidden moments at Oro Jackson, kisses stolen when others weren't looking, that turned into a golden ring around your finger. Now, such moments had turned into a new life being generated in you.

"You should stay less agitated for now, please." Crocus asked. You had come up with a lame excuse for him to stay on the ship with you while the others had disembarked. "By my reckoning, these are still the first few months, it's the most sensitive period. Any more aggressive activity can bring risks."

"You will die?" Buggy's squeaky voice caught the two of you's attention. When you found the spot where the boy was hiding, you saw Shanks cover his companion's mouth.

"Nothing like that, come here." you leaned on the counter, calling out to the two who soon stopped in front of you. "How much of our conversation did you hear?"

"That you don't really know what to do, and that you need to be less agitated and that you're sensitive." Shanks took the lead, listing, Buggy came further behind, eyes attentive to your every movement.

The two boys already saw you almost as a motherly figure, always trying to hide and lean on you whenever they got into trouble, of course they would be scared to hear such loose information.

"I'll trust you two, but I want you both to keep your mouth shut." you bent down to his level. "I'm pregnant, but it's too early for anyone to know, okay?"

"Pregnant?" they both screamed and you covered their mouths. Further behind you, Crocus was deliberately laughing at the two boys' reactions. "Does that mean it's the baby that's hurting you?" Buggy completed.

"No one was hurt." the doctor took the lead, explaining to both of them. "A pregnant woman requires more care and is also more sensitive. Well, you knowing this can be of great help."

"What do you mean by that?" Just like you, the boys seemed to have doubt written all over their faces.

"Someone here loves to get into trouble, until Rayleigh finds out and can keep an eye on you, you two are responsible for it. No fights, no crazy adventures, no almost anything." the man laughed when he saw your indignant expression.

"I promise to keep her and the baby safe." Shanks puffed out his chest, taking pride in what he had said.

"What? I promise more than him." Buggy grumbled.

"As long as you both promise to keep quiet, that's fine with me."

When the two youngest saluted, you knew you were screwed.

It was difficult to disguise such a situation when in the following days the two of them became your shadow. The only time you could see yourself alone was going to the bathroom. If you went to your little corner to work, one of the two would be sitting next to you, following everything you explained to them - since they were there, they would learn something. In day-to-day tasks, one of them always set out to do his part. Rayleigh was already finding their little movement strange, but he knew how attached you were to both of them, so it wasn't something that bothered him.

"I'm going to take advantage of the fact that it's our last day here and I'm going to go down to the village, I need to get some materials." you announced. "Does anyone need anything?"

"Everything's fine here." Gaban warned and one by one, the other companions agreed.

"Wait!" a panting Buggy ran across the boat. "I'll go with you."

"Get out you fool, I'll go." Shanks shouted from the other side.

"Come on, the three of you, what do you think?" you suggested, before his little fight escalated.

"You two don't think you're stealing much of my wife's attention, do you?" Rayleigh proposed, seeing the two swallow hard and deny it. "Alright, enjoy the little walk."

It was supposed to be a quick visit to the island, if the boys didn't decide to start trouble with one of the sellers, you got in the middle and now you were lying on your ass on the floor - in the pushing and shoving, there ended up being a push for you while arguing with the seller . Before you could calm the boys down, you saw them running towards the ship, shit.

Rayleigh's attention was stolen when he saw the two crew members rushing into the Oro Jackson. Buggy burst into tears and insults directed at his friend, while Shanks seemed to be looking for someone specific. You, however, were not with them. It didn't take much to connect the facts.

"Where is she?" He approached the kids, completely ignoring them. "What happened?"

"A tragedy." Buggy, dramatically, started crying even more.

"You idiot! We can't tell them anything." Shanks poked Buggy, who immediately retaliated with a push.

"Crocus said we should keep an eye on her and now she's fallen and is going to die!"

"She fell?" Rayleigh was already impatient with their drama, unable to find any connection in their grumbling. "Explain this properly."

"It was just a fall, nothing big." the redhead tried to alleviate the situation.

"Boys, it was just a fall, she's definitely gotten herself into bigger trouble." Roger laughed, watching the two boys pushing each other.

"I don't want to know. Where's Crocus?" Buggy grumbled, ignoring the captain's own laughter and his friend's false calm temperament.

"What kind of fall was that for you two to be so worried about?" Rayleigh held out his hands, pushing the two boys apart by their foreheads.

"This idiot went looking for a fight." Shanks tried to reach the clown, stopped by the first mate's hand.

"And this idiot who doesn't know how to keep his tongue in his mouth." Buggy fought back, only hitting the air.

"First she said we were supposed to be quiet."

"You knock down a pregnant woman and I'm the one who has to stay quiet!" The words that came out of Buggy were able to provoke silence among the other pirates. "Shit!"

"She's going to kill us man."

"Where is she?" Crocus appeared, stopping in front of the boys and an astonished Rayleigh. "How did she fall? What's all that crying, Buggy?"

"Is she the pregnant woman?" Rayleigh asked in a much calmer tone than usual.

The hands were now no longer used to separate the boys, they just hung beside his body. Seeing the two kids swallow hard and look at each other, Rayleigh no longer needed any more answers.

"Rayleigh, Crocus go to her, now." Even with Roger's orders, Rayleigh was already heading in the direction of leaving the boat, not worrying about who would follow him.

Upon entering the village, it didn't take many steps for them to find you - only then did Rayleigh notice the doctor's presence. What was strange was finding you still lying on the floor, your elbows propped up to keep your face up while you were still arguing with the man in front of you. You didn't look hurt, you just looked mad at the man.

"It was just some herbs!" you shouted, excited.

"You idiot! If it was just some herbs, you should pay." the man shouted back.

Before you could respond, a body appeared in front of you and you didn't need much to recognize that it was your husband.

"What is happening?" his patient voice asked, looking at you over his shoulder. "I see that you seem to have problems with my wife."

"You see, she allowed two boys to steal herbs from my store."

"That is true?" he turned to you, finding a wry smile. Your permissiveness with the boys would still kill him. "How much does she owe you?"

The man spoke and almost as if predicting the problem, Crocus threw some coins to Rayleigh, who handed them to the man. A few seconds later, they were both around you.

"Did you get hurt?" the doctor asked, seeing your eyes dart from his to your husband's. "Buggy accidentally told him that little secret."

"Shit." your grumble was low, in a way you avoided looking at Rayleigh. "Maybe I spent my money buying some sweets for the three of us, but I needed those herbs too." you list, feeling your face burn with guilt and shame.

"Do you feel any pain?" Rayleigh asked, his voice almost forcing you to face him. Without finding words, you just denied it. "Great. Let's go back to the ship."

Crocus supported you by the waist and as soon as you stood up, you bitterly regretted having denied the question your husband had asked. The excruciating pain that shot up from your foot made you scream and fall forward, being held by Rayleigh.

"I was wrong, so wrong, what the hell." you grumbled, taking your aching foot off the ground. "It fucking hurts, it really hurts, Ray, do something." your teary eyes searched for his, who looked attentively in your direction.

"First I need you to calm down, sweetheart." he asked, wrapping his arm around you and providing even more support. "Crocus, what do we have?"

"Let me see." he bent down again, finding a swollen ankle. "It could just be a sprain or it could be broken, let's go back and that way I can see calmly."

"Go ahead, I'll take her."

The doctor took a few steps away and the two of you remained there for a few seconds, until Rayleigh took you in his arms and took you back to the ship. You knew he wanted to tell you something, but you also knew that that wasn't the appropriate place.

Before you could receive the necessary medical attention, you needed to calm both boys down. Maybe the explanation you and Crocus gave the two of them earlier had been too much for them to think that a little fight would bring you down. Rayleigh ushered them both out and closed the door behind him.

"When were you thinking of telling me?" he asked, still distant.

"To be honest, I still don't know." a light laugh escaped your lips. "They both found out by accident, hearing me talk to Crocus."

"I still can't believe those little idiots found out before me." his expression softened as he approached you.

"Are you mad at me?" His hands circled your waist, pulling you to the middle of the bed.

He gently created space for himself between your legs, taking care to place your bandaged ankle to the side. The fierce kisses this time were replaced by some caresses along your lap, some quick kisses on your lips.

"Furious?" His smile floated to your forehead, turning into a small kiss. "I just found out that the woman I love most is about to bear me a child. How can I be furious with such good news?"

His mouth once again met yours and despite the softness in which your tongues tangled, the gentle touch of his hand sliding down your side - curious fingers floating over the fabric on your belly - before your dress found a different path than your body, a small external noise caught the attention of both of you.

"Sure." Rayleigh pulled away just enough, allowing you to still feel his breath against yours. "You know it's Roger who's waiting, don't you?"

"Yeah." you laughed, seeing him groan as he let go of you.

"And that he's about to come out screaming with joy" he asked again and you nodded, trying to adjust yourself in bed and hide any evidence of what was about to happen.

Rayleigh barely opened the wooden door and Roger followed by other companions entered, a smile from ear to ear.

"A child!" He pulled you from the bed, hugging you tightly. "Another crewmate for us! This is incredible, get ready today we're going to drink, we're going to celebrate."

"Oi! She can't drink." Rayleigh pointed out and saw Roger let go of you a little and then hug you tightly again.

"Then let's eat, eat a lot. I'm going to order an incredible feast!"

If before your concern was to escape the needy and attentive claws of Buggy and Shanks, now the two boys seemed to have found company. Your other companions - being practically led by Rayleigh made you feel adorable all the time. Even with your hormones screaming at the top of your skin, even with all the strange desires and the constant need to be attached to your husband, everyone seemed to be ready and happy to see you pregnant. Rayleigh felt proud and a little overprotective of you, no wonder, since you had already returned to the boat covered in blood that didn't belong to you just because someone had tried to rob you or when you almost convinced Roger to loot a village because you wanted cakes from a bakery that was closed when you docked. You still preferred to stick to your herbs, but that didn't mean you were harmless.

Little Arthur came into the world calmly and quickly, as if everything was meticulously planned for him to arrive on that peaceful afternoon. Even though you were still uncomfortable and tired after giving birth, you couldn't contain your laughter when you saw the two youngest members of the crew fighting over who would pick up the little one first. Knowing the affection and care attached to you, you proudly allowed the two of you to carry the title of little Arth's uncles - provoking yet another argument over who was the favorite.

The bonds between you and Rayleigh became even tighter after the birth of Arth and, shortly after, little Dalia. A few years after the gang broke up and Roger was executed and on that day, you and your husband stepped back from the role of parents and allowed yourselves to cry on each other's shoulders. The tears of pain at the loss of Roger soon turned to missing your eldest son, a fruit doesn't fall far from the tree and of course, Arth never let you two tell him everything you knew, he would find a crew so that together they could find the One Piece.

The door to your house opened and you saw a familiar face enter. A mother knows very well what each child's traits could bring and when you saw an almost identical copy of Rayleigh rush through the door, you knew it was your boy back. He had finally found a crew - one that carried a straw hat familiar to the one you knew.

"What?" the voice of his companions shouted in unison as Rayleigh properly introduced the two of you.

"You mean you know everything?" Usopp turned to Arth, who just shook his head. "Oh, that's a lot of information at once."

"We never told him anything." you explained, holding your third child in your arms, a girl who had just turned four years old.

"You said your parents were pirates, but you never specified which ones." Luffy pointed out, his mouth full of food.

"My parents already had their time, now they have other priorities." Arth took little Lure from you, the girl's laugh echoed throughout the room. "Just like this little one here."

"You only have these two children?" Nami asked, interested in the difference between you and Rayleigh to the white-haired child.

"In fact, only Dalia and Arth were born to me. Ray saved our little Lure from being sold to those damn nobles. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to save her family, but we took it upon ourselves to take care of her."

"And Dalia is also a pirate?"

"Not for now, but she's on an island with some of our friends, training." you simply informed, seeing that Arth had understood the message.

That same day, you saw your son disappear before your eyes, into the hands of the tyrant Kuma. Luffy looked desolate and you followed suit, both screams echoing through the damp Sabaody forest. Only when Rayleigh managed to drag you back home did you understand that your boy would be far away, safer and according to Kuma himself, with someone you both would trust with your eyes closed.

Almost two years have passed since Rayleigh took on a mission and left you alone on the island, taking care of what was left behind.

"Father?" Lure's voice caught your attention. At the door, Rayleigh crouched down, waiting for the white-haired girl to jump towards him.

"My sweetie you are so huge!" he let the girl hang onto him, filling the top of her head with kisses. "If I took a little longer, you'd be bigger than me."

"I missed you so much." she clung to Rayleigh, who was walking towards you. "Mommy too."

"I bet she felt it too." With one of his free hands, he circled your waist, lightly kissing your lips. "I hope two of my favorite girls are okay."

"Dad, did you know that Uncle Duval asked Mom to stay with him?" The girl laughed at the little gossip told, earning a reprimanding look from you, even if it was a joke.

"Uncle Duval, hm? I'll have a little talk with him." Rayleigh placed her on the floor, yet the girl remained there beside you, paying attention to everything.

"Just a friend of the Straw Hats, we took care of Sunny while you were gone. I even tried to start the plating, but I'd rather focus on my teas." You explained, allowing yourself to hug him completely. "How are things over there?"

"By things, do you talk about our Dalia?"

"Perhaps." the passive tone in your voice became even calmer when your face was buried in his chest. "I miss my little girl."

"She promised to come soon and she's doing great, she's been one of Kikyo's right-hand men. She's so strong, you'll be proud." he felt you nod against his skin, the distance of two years seemed too far for a quick hug to satisfy. "Want to know about Arth?"

"Have you heard from him?"

"Is little brother Arth coming?" Lure clung to Rayleigh's leg, watching her father. Even without the blood connection, the black king found it comical to say the least how similar you two had become.

"Not yet, my dear. And I haven't heard from him exactly, but rather where he is." Rayleigh began to explain, meeting your curious eyes. "I only received a small note."

He took it out and handed you the small crumpled paper. The tranquility that had been missing for two years invaded you as you read each word.

I hope this reaches you and your wife, Rayleigh-san. Knowing her, I believe she is distraught over Arth's disappearance. He has been training with me and I promise that I will keep that old promise to keep him safe. No clumsy clowns this time.

Shanks.

Shanks

warnings: F!Reader and Shanks don't have a fixed relationship at the beginning of the story, F!Reader has a restaurant. Maybe wrong use of haki, brief spicier section and brief mentions of childbirth. Shanks is an adorable girl dad here. Emony, in some language that I don't remember, is a name related to treasure.

"When are you going to go to sea with me?"

That question had already been repeated countless times every day that Shanks decided to stop at your restaurant. He always made up a little excuse that his crew was hungry and that no other place in that city would be able to fulfill his orders. He repeated every time you served dishes wearing the apron he said made you look amazing, every time he convinced you to stop working for a bit and share a dish with him, every time he was on top of you. you on the bed, as you asked for more and more.

However, every time the answer was the same.

"Give me a good reason red-haired, one other than me ending up in your bed, and I will."

You had already lost track of the times he did this, that he asked and you refused, that you shared hours together and the next morning he left you to return a few months later. This time however, it was difficult to lose track of time, as with each passing day, you discovered a change in your body. It started with irritability, then the aching body, nausea and finally, the positive test on your hand and your shocked family right behind you.

The whole city already knew that you were the redhead's favorite person and at that point, no one dared to mess with you or insinuate anything. Knowing how quickly rumors could spread, you chose to keep it a secret until it became impossible. The secret only lasted four months before his jolly roger appears on the horizon. Already knowing the routine he used to have on the island, you prepared yourself to soon find him entering the door.

"Finally, my favorite cook." his voice hit you before you even saw him. "Long time no see you."

"Yeah, it's been a while." out of habit, you allowed his hand to hug your waist, but you tried not to tighten yourself too much in his embrace.

"Everything is fine?" he asked, noticing your more distant behavior.

"Yeah, it's just been a busy day. What can I get you guys?"

"What's good on the menu today?" Lucky Roux asked, his typical piece of meat at hand had already reached its end.

"A fish stew, we also have some pies. Did you bring any new recipes for me?" You reached out to him.

Since the first time you met the red-haired pirates, you and him had gotten along well and the little deal was that he would always bring new recipes and in return, he was the only one who didn't pay at your family's restaurant.

"Spicy noodles and oysters with honey." he stretched out the two papers in his hand. "Two recipes, two dishes."

"Okay, you win. Anyone else want some stew?" the men piled in, affirming yes. Before you could leave, you felt Shanks' hand grab yours.

"Wait a second." a chill passed through your body as his eyes analyzed you. "You look different, I don't know. It's like you're even more beautiful."

"Don't give me those cheap lines, redhead." you warned in your playful tone. "A stew for you too?"

"The day I deny this could rip my other arm off."

Like the other times they appeared there, Shanks and the others stayed almost the entire day. Much of the food at that point had already been replaced by drinks, which forced you to practically dodge the glasses that were offered to you.

The restaurant was already empty, even your brothers who used to help you had already left, leaving you alone with the leftover dishes and tables to organize for the next day.

"It doesn't seem very gentlemanly to me to leave a lady alone." Again, just like that afternoon, you saw Shanks enter the door, ignoring the "closed" sign.

"You don't need to worry about me, I'll sort it out in a few minutes." You gave your best smile, seeing that he wasn't convinced.

"Then I can help you solve something else."

Not giving you much room to deny it or to at least try to address the issue that was hovering between the two of you, Shanks revoked his right over your mouth. Amidst the scattered tables and trying to turn off the light in the room so as not to attract so much attention, you went unnoticed by his hands taking off your apron and immediately undoing the buttons on your t-shirt. When the piece became a small puddle of fabric on the floor next to your apron and Shanks slid his hand down your torso, you realized that he had indeed noticed.

"What is that?" his voice was low, even though there were just the two of you there.

"I think you're smarter than that, redhead." you tried to alleviate the situation, seeing that it had been in vain.

"It's mine?" His eyes met yours, his serious expression made chills run up your body. Shanks was adorable, one of the kindest people you'd ever served at your restaurant, but he was still a pirate. "Hey, look at me, is it mine?"

"What do you think?" you responded immediately, seeing him take a few steps back. "I found out a few weeks after you left here last time, so far it's been easy to hide with dresses and aprons, but it looks like it won't last long."

"So it's mine?" he insisted, making you huff in frustration.

"The last time you came here, I remember you making me scream a few times that I was yours. I am a woman of my word, there is no one else who is the father of this baby but you."

His expression soon contorted from something serious to a slight smile that turned into a loud laugh. His hand found your face, stroking it with some delicacy.

"You told me you needed a good reason to leave with me." he started, seeing you already look disbelieved. "And no, I don't want you just in my bed. I want you by my side, forever. I want you to leave with me so I can make you my wife. To make you the mother of all my children." his hand reached down and caressed the bump on your belly. "This explains so much."

"So much, tomato head?" You let your hand rest on top of his, enjoying the affection.

"Your bad mood when you saw my face or you refusing to drink with me." He approached, pressing his face to yours. "You look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you."

"Shanks…"

"Please say yes."

He used that entire night to convince you to go on board with him and the next morning to help you pack your bags and head to his ship. When the other companions saw your face, they were in disbelief for a while until the true reason for your presence was explained, to everyone's delight.

For a moment, it was too much information for your head, learning a little about the life of a pirate, understanding what Shanks was like as a captain and the changes in your body seemed too much for you. It wasn't surprising that you had practically hijacked the ship's kitchen all to yourself and it was very common to find you in the early hours of the morning, up to something.

"What's the recipe for today, mummy?" Shanks appeared, his face still crumpled indicating that he had just woken up from a good sleep.

"A cake, that's all." you just responded, feeling him press himself behind you and slide his hand over your big eight-month-old belly.

"And what's the name of the cake?" He leaned over your shoulder, still caressing you. "Is it "I'm worried about my baby's future." or "The baby woke me up by kicking me in the ribs"?

"How do you know that?" you laughed, taking some of the still raw dough for him to taste.

"Delicious." he muttered before he could follow up on any thoughts. "Daddy's Haki. I always know what's going on with my baby."

"Oh, of course." you laughed and immediately felt the same pain that had gotten you out of bed a few hours ago and had been recurring in the last few moments. You knew what it was, you just wanted to enjoy the time you still had with your baby inside.

"Honey?" Shanks asked as he saw you lean your body against his and groan in pain. "My love, what is it?"

"Didn't daddy's haki help you this time?" you tried to laugh but the pain hit you again. Before you could continue your sequence of laments, you felt your dress and as a result of the proximity, Shanks got wet.

"No, it didn't help, it's happening now, isn't it? Hongo!" he started screaming, trying to pick you up.

"Shanks, what if…" your eyes moistened with anxiety and accumulated tears. "What if I'm a terrible mother? What if nothing works? What if I can't bring our baby into the world?"

"There's no what if." he pointed out, gently pulling your chin. "Look at me, we're going to bring our first child into the world and everything will be fine. Come on, it's time to meet our baby."

Emony was born after long hours of labor. The small tuft of red hair was identical to Shanks's and her cry was celebrated by the entire ship who had woken up with your screams of pain and with Shanks running back and forth behind Hongo.

The girl was a little copy of her father, from her red hair to her attitude, which made you constantly laugh - after all, at the age of five she had already declared that she was going after One Piece alone when you two gave her a little scolding for her coming out of hiding during a fight you were involved in. You should also anticipate that the girl's strength would be derived from her father and not hers. A break on an island meant having the two of you spotted by enemy pirates while you were taking a walk with little Emony. After trying to escape and fight, you both ended up surrendering, you were on your knees, a gun against your head and little Emony was lifted by the collar of her dress.

"My daddy is going to finish you off, your shit" she declared, trying to kick the man, completely in vain.

"Will he really do that?" the man teased her, seeing the girl become even more nervous. "I'll be waiting for."

"You know this is his territory, what do you want on this island?" you asked and felt the gun being pressed even more against your head.

"Take it away from my mommy!!" Emony screamed and you felt something different in the air.

The man who was pointing the gun at you fell, fainted, as did the other men who accompanied the pirate. Their captain let out a loud laugh, pressing his hand even tighter against Emony's dress.

"Haki? At such a young age?"

"Mommy!" the girl jolted towards you, seeing you get up and walk towards her.

"I suggest you take your rotten hands off my daughter." Shanks' voice came from behind the man.

By dodging a little, you can see the crew approaching. Benn was already pointing a gun, almost glued to the head of the tyrant who had his hands on your little Emony.

"This here?" he shook the girl dismissively, turning to face Shanks. "You know, lately the navy has been investing a lot of money in Yonko's children." the man threatened, a stupid smile adorning his lips. "What's your offer for the brat?"

"Lucky, Yassop?" Shanks just signed. "You guys take my girls inside."

Without waiting for the man to respond, the redhead punched him in the face and before Emony could reach the ground, Lucky caught her. The two of you were taken inside a small store, where some vendors offered water and a place to calm down.

"Where are my girls?" Shanks' voice reached the two of you, but your daughter ran to him, hugging her father's legs, who picked her up. "Are you hurt, my little one?"

"No daddy." she smiled, victoriously. "You see, I'm ready to be a pirate." the joy in her voice brought some peace of mind to both of you.

"I thought you were already a pirate." Benn, who accompanied Shanks, commented and got the girl's response by sticking her tongue out at him.

"I'm going to be the greatest pirate! Just like dad." she replied, shaking herself off Shanks' lap. "Come on Uncle Benn, I bet I beat you."

"Bet? Let's see." The first mate let the girl hit him a few times, laughing at her effort.

"And you, love, were you hurt?" Shanks stood next to you, holding your shaking hand.

"I just got scared. Shanks, she…"

"I felt it. That's how I knew she was in danger." he replied before the question even left your thoughts. "She's barely trained and can already do this? She's really going to be a great pirate."

"Babe…" your warning tone made it clear that this was not the time for him to encourage such ideas.

"Imagine, she's a captain? Our daughter has a big future. In fact, we know who she takes after." the man boasted, earning a shove in response. "I think she needs companions."

"She can arrange it over time."

"Or we can help." the mischievous tone was already almost inert to the way he spoke to you. "Just a few more babies, a first mate, a cook." He started to list, seeing you deny it. "But you look so beautiful pregnant."

"Forget it Shanks."

"Daddy, mummy!" Emony's voice drew you both in. You watched the girl pose as victorious, on top of a Benn Beckman, Lucky, Yasopp and Limejuice piled on the floor, pretending to be defeated. "I won!"

"Now I challenge you, my little fire hair." Shanks joined in the game, going over to the girl.

Maybe some brothers for Emony would be nice - and maybe Shanks would have given you a good reason to accompany him every time you saw him love your little daughter.

Law

Part 2 here

warnings: angst, more angst, arguments with a fluff and happy ending. I mean, do I really need to inform you that our boy is going to freak out about the possibility of amber lead in his baby? Perhaps not very common uses of his DF, Law freaks out for a while, but then becomes the best dad in the world (we saw so little of Law with Lammy, but I bet he was an amazing brother and that he would be such a great girl's dad). And of course, Rosi comes from Rosinante. This text here is huge, sorry.

Being subordinate and companion to a captain who happened to be a doctor was one of the most practical things in your life. Did you catch the flu? He would solve it. Were you injured in battle? Just call the captain.

This meant not having any problems, especially after you decided to start dating. Law became even more attentive to every detail of your health, which made you realize that you didn't have much time to deal with the situation in your hands - more precisely, the situation in your womb.

The tests remained hidden in Ikkaku's drawer, with her being his only confidant at that moment. You wanted to know how many months it was, to be able to share such news, but you knew that as soon as Law found out, he would freak out and that's why you were avoiding him.

Avoiding, in the past verb, after all, he had already noticed something wrong between the two of you. Two knocks on your bedroom door startled you and your roommate.

"Hey." he looked dejected when the door opened, his attention automatically turned to Ikkaku. "Mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?"

"Of course captain." a pious look came from her towards you, before the woman disappeared from your field of vision.

Law, not knowing what to say, sat next to you. As you tried to grab his hand, you felt him move away. Damn it.

"How long have you known?" his cold tone dictated that he was probably not happy at all with the news.

"How do you know?" you answered his question with another, trying to buy time before the approaching storm.

"Today marks two months since you haven't asked me for help with any colic or complained about being sinking in a red river." he laughed, even though he didn't look happy. "By my reckoning, it's also been two months since that day in the kitchen."

Of course, the day in the kitchen. You and Law were always careful, even if you already used your contraceptive method, you preferred to use other types of protection. Except when you arrived at Polar Tang drunk and alone, which resulted in a unprotected sex session on the shared kitchen table.

"Quite a recipe we made." You tried to make fun of him.

"What do we do?" For the first time at that moment, you saw Law's eyes actually find you, worried and afraid.

"What do we do?" you repeated. "I'm pregnant Law, I don't know if there's much to do other than wait for the baby to be born."

"You know what worries me." his harsh response cut through any kind of excitement you held back. "You know very well what will happen to this child."

"What can happen." you corrected him.

"Would you rather risk waiting the nine months, giving birth and seeing your child die some time later? Sounds like a great idea to me." Cynicism echoed in his words just as your two voices were already much louder, taking your hatred to levels you didn't yet know.

"Would you rather I have an abortion and then spend the rest of my life wondering what if my baby had been born healthy?" his silence was the answer you needed at that moment. "You know what? Leave me on the next island, I'd rather take a risk and have my baby happy than have to abort it or even worse, my baby has to live with a parent who hates its existence."

"You don't understand what this could entail." He stood up too, trying to put something that looked like sense into your head. "You stay here until this is resolved."

"This has already been resolved and you don't need to have any involvement in my baby's life." you were sure the entire submarine was already listening to that argument between the two of you. "Get out of here, Law."

"But…"

"Get out of here!" you screamed even louder, seeing the man give up and leave. It only took a few seconds for Ikkaku to appear and allow you to cry for hours on her shoulder.

Anyone looking from the outside could see that you two were in pain. Law had become a shadow of the captain he was, only having small appearances to issue orders or to follow you - even without saying many words - every time you approached an island, fearing that you would leave the crew. Even though the two of you didn't talk anymore, you knew that his disappearance was related to studying everything he could about the disease that ravaged his country and was also present in him.

In the two months that had passed, Law had stopped being your boyfriend and practically become your doctor. Without exchanging many words, you only met when he decided to do some examination on you. To break the mood, you always took one of your friends along. The little information you had about Law came from Bepo, Shachi or Penguin, the only ones who were still able to invade his room and talk to him. Like that afternoon, when they insisted that you convince him to leave the room and have dinner with all his companions.

"Law?" two knocks on the door accompanied your voice. His tired look hit you immediately.

"How can I help you?"

"I wanted you to come have dinner with us." you tried to appeal to what you want. Many times, before pregnancy, that had worked.

"I am a little busy."

"I can bring something here." You suggested, approaching him. On the table, you saw accumulated papers, the vast majority of which titles were not related to Amber Lead.

"No need to worry, I'm fine." he simply replied, seeing that you were reading the papers on his desk. "I found some new studies."

"Law, I told you that you don't need to worry about that right now, we don't know yet…"

"When would you rather I worry?" the cynicism was once again there in his voice and he knew how much you hated it. "When you die on the table because for some reason this shit got to you? Or when I watch our baby die?"

"Now is he our baby?" you used the same resource as him. "From what I remember, I had made it very clear that I didn't want you to be involved in this."

"But it's my obligation."

"Your obligation as a father? I think you lost that right when you made it very clear that I had to take my baby away." you started to walk away from his desk. "Or your obligation as captain? As a boyfriend that isn't, I don't know what it's like to have a boyfriend for a good few months."

"I was busy, trying to find a cure for you two."

"We're both not sick." you sounded offended by what he had proposed. "But keep it up, sink into your books, don't worry when I disappear from this fucking submarine."

You left slamming the door, stressed. The looks that reached you seemed full of pity and concern. You only managed to get as far as the kitchen before a pang hit your head and stomach. Being supported by your colleagues, the only request you made was that no one tell Law about it. You wouldn't give him reason in his incessant search for something he didn't yet know.

Alleviating your worries, the diagnosis arrived quickly: just a spike in high blood pressure. A few hours of rest and an IV should do the trick. When you saw Bepo murmur an apology, you knew exactly what he was going to do and so did your friends, as little by little they left you alone. You remained turned away, even though you heard the door open. Something in the air had changed, it was as if you immediately felt more tense and prepared for another argument.

"Babe, can we talk?" Law's voice sounded much lower than normal, definitely attracting your attention. His affectionate way of calling you was an easy way to make you fall for his words. You turned around, facing him and started to adjust yourself to sit on the stretcher. "No, please, stay still there."

"I'm just going to sit down." You did so, your movement being followed to the millimeter by his eyes. "Just to be clear, I don't want to fight."

"I didn't come here for that reason." he approached, hesitating with every step he took. "Actually, I know you didn't want me to come here for any reason."

"I just don't want to have to hear from my doctor that I'd better have given up on the idea." you turned around, allowing your legs to dangle. "I understand your concerns Law and I would be lying if I said I haven't been terrified of the idea since I saw the first positive test."

"I know." He finally stopped a short distance away, but he still didn't touch you. "I… I-I, damn, why is it so hard?"

"Just let the words come, don't think about them." you suggested, figuring it was just pride keeping you from apologizing for all the previous argument.

"I-I feel like shit." a sigh came out along with the words. "You're right, as a boyfriend I've been terrible, as a doctor then, just look at the fact that you're in a hospital bed and the last person to be informed is me." his fists clenched and then loosened, his tattooed hands rubbed against his face, perhaps in an attempt to get the words out of him.

"Law?" your heart broke when you heard a sniffle come from him, it was the last gesture you expected after everything, it was difficult to connect the information like this.

"I can't lose you and I know it doesn't seem like it, I know I've been a terrible person, but I love this child. I can't lose this too." For the first time after so long together, you saw tears run down your loved one's face. His hands stuck to his hat, pulling in a failed attempt to hide his face. "I can't stop regretting saying that to you, what if our baby hates me for it? What if our baby knows that for a moment, even a small moment, I didn't want him or her to exist."

"My love?" You extended your hand, being accepted by him. Law fit between your legs and buried his face in your neck, even with the muffled sound, you only heard his murmurs and sobs.

"I'm sorry, please. For yelling and being an idiot." he asked, still not letting go of you. "I just can't deal with the thought of losing either of you."

"My dear, look at me." his irises remained almost hidden by the tears that accumulated at his waterline. Your hands dried his face and you didn't know how you weren't crying together. "We still don't know if our child will have amber lead disease, we don't know the scope of your fruit in the cure."

"What should we do in the meantime?"

"As I told you, wait. Make the best of this little time we have until the baby is born." you suggested while your hands traced caresses on his face. "And I just want, I need, my boyfriend back. I don't know how far I can go without you by my side."

"I promise to get better, I promise to take care of you." he replied, taking a deep breath and composing himself. With his hands rubbing his face, Law looked much more centered. "What happened today? When Bepo called me, he just told me it was a blood pressure problem and that you were resting."

"I said I want my boyfriend." you insisted with a smile on your face and saw a small ghost of what would be a smile on Law too.

Law first checked the serum that was being applied to you and then took off the hat he was wearing, placing it on your hair. With his face millimeters away from yours, he placed a quick kiss on your lips, followed by one more and another, until finally you gave way to him. The skin of his face was still damp against your face and your fingers caressed his scalp, the gesture he loved so much and god, how he had missed it. When Law pulled away, you almost pulled him back. Two months were too long apart - even under the same roof.

"I missed you so much." You confessed, not wanting to let go of his hand.

"I missed you too my love, I'm sorry for being such an idiot for so long." He sank against your skin again, this time stealing a few kisses along the way. "What do you think we make up for lost time?"

"That sounds interesting to me."

"No, no sex." he cut you off as soon as he saw you smile mischievously. "Room."

You were back in his room, now lying on the soft bed with gray sheets. Along with the two of you, only the serum and support tied to your skin had come. Law adjusted himself, sitting with his back against the wall and adjusting your body to be against his skin. You saw from the corner of your eye his hand go towards you and retreat, ignoring any complaint he would make, you pulled it back and placed it flat against your belly.

"I don't think you can feel it yet, but I've already started to feel some small movements. In fact, I thought I had stomach gas, until Ikkaku and I found a book explaining that it was the baby." You explained and looking over your shoulder, you could see bright gray eyes staring at you. "Right now, from what I feel, the baby is here." you slid his hand away, stopping next to your side.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked, using his other arm to hug you even tighter. You nodded and saw him smile at the likely thought that crossed his mind before the words came out. "The other day, I accidentally spied on you in your room. I think you had just gotten out of the shower and were in front of the mirror."

"Oh no Law, I don't believe it." you laughed, already knowing what day it was.

"I think you spent about fifteen minutes posing in front of the mirror, caressing our child in your womb. God, you looked so beautiful, so radiant." he allowed himself to almost melt against the wall behind him. "I'm sorry I wasted so much time, so much stuff."

"Can I tell you something too? I actually need to update you on a few things." you asked and felt his face move against your skin, nodding. "Did you know that our baby is already just like you? I can't even see a piece of bread before I'm ready to spill my stomach."

That night, the two of you spent a lot of time there. You telling him about the little news that Law had missed in the time you didn't talk and him explaining little curiosities to you, things that seemed incredible to him because they were happening in the body of the woman he loved and he didn't have the courage to tell you before.

In the fifth month - now with a new version of Law, one much more adept at the idea of ​​being a father and much more attached to you. You were dragged by him to a small room, finding Ikkaku, Shachi and Penguin sitting at the table waiting for you.

"What is that?" You sat down in the chair that Law arranged for you, he soon took the place next to you.

"You said you didn't want me as a doctor, so if you want and you have time to think about it, they will be your doctor."

"And you?" your voice was almost cornered, trying to connect the pieces of the situation that was presented. "Aren't you going to be at the birth?"

"I'll be there all the time and any problem, I'll take care of it. But I want to be there for you, for our baby. Instead of scalpels and speculums, I just want to hold your hand." Law chuckled as he saw your little pout that you made start to tremble. "Sound like a good idea to you?"

"T-This is in-amazing." despite Law seeing you get emotional, the loudest crying came from the other side of the table.

"Man, that was beautiful." Shachi was struggling, leaning on Penguin.

"It's so good that you guys are back."

"Idiots." the woman commented, turning to you. "Come on, tell me everything you expect from the birth of our little baby."

After spending the remaining months buried in books next to him, this time looking for good information and not just a cure for an illness, you learned that the stretcher was not a good place to give birth and that sensations were an important part of the process, in other words, goodbye Ope Ope no Mi's anesthesia powers. Law seemed to want to make up for the distance by always staying close to you and always reminding you how special you were to him, like when you looked adorable when the jumpsuit stopped fitting around your belly or when you and Bepo joined in complaining about the heat.

With the help of your own nature, the chosen doctors and Law behind you in that hot tub, your girl arrived into the world quickly and much less painfully than you thought. In the first few hours, little Rosi didn't let go of you and only when the water around the bathtub became cold did Law manage to take his focus off the little baby to take you two to a more cozy place.

In the early days, Law's hands seemed tied to Rosi. When the girl with eyes as gray as her father's wasn't on his lap, Law was following you like a shadow to ensure the health of both of you. Sometimes looking sideways, you could see Law observing every inch of the girl, in a constant search for signs of the cursed disease that had once taken his family from him. He would never allow that to happen to his little girl.

The worry lasted for years and there was never a sign of the disease or any other illness. Before, if everyone at Polar Tang had a strict health care schedule, with the arrival of the girl, attention redoubled.

Rosi was like seeing a mini-version of Law walking around, especially because of the copy of his hat that he had gotten for her. All the love that Law took to give you and her, when it was just a fetus inside you, the doctor seemed to make up for it with the girl, there wasn't something she wanted or asked for that he wasn't ready to do.

Rosi seemed to love accompanying her father in laboratories and studies, this seemed to change when she was once injured in an attack, in fact Rosi lost her balance with the Polar Tang speeding into the sea and ended up getting a cut on her forehead, patched by Ikkaku since Law was busy fending off enemies. That had been enough trauma for little Rosi to not want to know more about medical things.

"Please, my sweetie, it's just a small remedy." you tried to pull the girl out of the closet.

"No, no, no." she grumbled. The little gray eyes full of water. "It's going to hurt a lot."

"It won't hurt, my love." you insisted, seeing her deny it.

"My princess?" Law bent down, reaching her height. "Come on, this is to make you okay."

"Daddy, it's going to hurt a lot, I don't want it." she grumbled even more, knowing that Law was much easier to convince.

"Doesn't your throat hurt too?" he asked and the little girl nodded. "I promise it won't hurt anymore."

"But what about the injection?"

"Daddy also promises it won't hurt at all." he reaffirmed and saw the girl come out of hiding, heading straight into his arms. "Babe, she's a little feverish." he murmured to you, almost despair forming on his face.

"Law, it's just a cold." you warned him, following him as your daughter rested against his shoulder. You knew that when it came to Rosi's health, Law was the most concerned of all.

"Daddy, it's because I was lying on the ice with Bepo." the girl confessed the information, adjusting herself to reach Law's field of vision. "I'm just a little sick, that's it." she created a small space between her fingers.

"That's great, my love." He placed the girl sitting on the stretcher. "It means it'll only take that long for you to get better." he repeated the gesture she had made with her fingers. "Ready?" he saw her deny it, laughing. "Do you want mommy to hold your hand?"

"Yes!" She reached out her little hand to you. "Mommy, what is this?"

"It's dad's way of taking care of us." You tried to sum it up the best way. Maybe she was too young to understand how akuma no mis works.

"Ready? First take a deep breath…" Law imitated, holding the air for a while and making her laugh when she saw him puffed up. "And now…" he applied the injection to her arm. He knew it hadn't hurt at all, but the girl automatically started to pout. "My little princess, what happened? Did it hurt?"

"No." she said, her voice breaking. You both had to laugh when you saw her asking you to hold her without even moving the arm that Law had given the injection to.

"My love, what do you think…" Law bent down to look into her eyes as he spoke. "We can go to the kitchen and steal…"

"Bepo!" the girl stretched her arm towards the bear that appeared in the field of vision. "I want to be with Bepo."

"With Bepo?" Law pretended to be frustrated.

"He's warm and I'm cold." you passed the girl to Bepo, who was her favorite company. Law insisted that it was because the mental age was identical, but you always laughed at the accusations while the bear grumbled.

"What do you say we read a little?" Bepo suggested, letting Rosi climb onto his shoulder.

The two of you accompanied him to the living room, giving Bepo information about the girl being feverish. It only took a few words from the bear who started reading one of her favorite stories for Rosi to fall asleep. Law carefully took his daughter from him and started walking alongside you to the girl's room.

"I can't believe she chose to go with him."

"Well, you had just given her an injection, she harbored some resentment." you joked and saw him frown. "Maybe the next one will like us more than a huge, cuddly bear."

"Next, huh?" he spoke in a low tone, not wanting to wake the girl in his arms.

"Exactly. Or have you forgotten about the ten minutes hiding in your living room when Ikkaku was having a girls' night out with Rosi?" You saw his expression light up, a smile that you hadn't seen the first time you had this kind of conversation and that was one of your favorite things in the world.

"How long, is a month half?" he tried to hold back his louder, surprised voice.

"Yes, I took the test last week." you watched him open the door and place little Rosi on the pink bed. Before you could return to the subject, you felt him take you in his arms and lift you up, filling your face with kisses.

"I love you so much, I love you both." he put you down. "To be more exact, the three of you."

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Ok in honor of the new boyfriend selfie ruben posted, can u pls write something about him as a boyfriend. Like him being really needy to his gf, sending her silly pics like that when they’re away, and being very clingy and constantly needing affection from the gf when they are finally at home together

Here it is! Hope you like it, please let me know!😌

Needy, Cute and Manly Boyfriend -R.D3

Summary: He loves having your attention

You couldn't help but smile at your phone. Your 3 years boyfriend, Rúben sent you a pic of himself and your dog, Simba. You instantly replied with a quick "my baby's😍❤️. Love you both so much"

Soon Rúben sent another selfie, this one only of himself, at the bottom there was a text "What time you'll be home? I miss you"

You were going to reply but were interrupted by a call from you boyfriend, you quickly answered it.

"Meu amor" He said "I miss you"

"I miss you too, babe; but I still have another class to go, I'll be out in about an hour and a half, after that I'm all yours"

"You already are mine"

"Well yes but you know what I mean" Rúben chuckles

"Let me know, I'll pick go and pick you up"

"Thanks, Rú. But there's no need, Lisa can give me a ride home, you're pretty tired baby, have some rest"

"None of that. You said an hour and a half, right? I'll be there"

"You're so stubborn"

"Teimoso e tudo mas é assim que me amas" (Stubborn and everything but that's how you love me)

You smile nodding "That I do" You blow him a kiss "I need to go to class right now but I'll text you as soon as I'm done, handsome"

"You do that, bonita" (beautiful) He blows a kiss into the phone "Eu amo-te, amor"

"Love you too, baby. See ya later" and with that you hung up the call and entered your class.

After what felt like an eternity you went out discussing some points with your best friend.

"But it doesn't matter if we are different mentions?"

"I don't think so to be honest"

"And what about that neurology oratory? You're planning on going?" You nod

"Dr. Jones will do it and I think it will be good, you know? He's one of the best out here and it'll fantastic if I can do my internships in his hospital"

"You're good, you will do!" She nudges your shoulder

"We don't know about that, I need to be the first one in class"

"As if you aren't?" You gave her a look before she smirked "Prince charming's here for you" You turned around to see a very well known Ferrari and your boyfriend leaning up against the car with a cap on his head. "See ya, girl!" Lisa hugged you over your shoulders, kissed you cheek and let you go

"See ya, Li" You smiled at her before walking up to your boyfriend. "Hello"

"Hello, meu Amor" You quickly gave him a kiss on his lips, his hands went over to your waist pulling you closer "Let's go home?" You nod with a smile on.

He kisses your cheek before opening the door for you and helping you get in.

You push your backpack to the backseat and wait for Rúben to start the car.

"How was your day, querida?" (Darling) He asks, his hand going straight to your thigh

"It was good! We did a pop quiz, teacher told us to go out whenever we finished and at the end he gave us the results right there and then"

"How did it go?"

"Amazing!" You smile widely "I absolutely rubbed my full grade into his face"

"Is that professor the one you told me about?" You hum "What was his nickname? Doc. Mean?" You hum

"He's just awful" He laughs "And he looks exactly like Emmet Brown"

"The doc from Back to the Future?" You nod and Rúben squeezes your thigh laughing "He does look like him"

"Awful" You laugh with him as you watch how he changes the route to your house "You need to go somewhere?"

"We are going somewhere" He put emphasis to the we

"Where are we going then?"

"To get some burgers"

"You don't eat them"

"But you do" He shrugs "I can have a little cheat day"

"You having a cheat day?" Rúben looks at you during a red light "What did you do to my boyfriend?"

"No. What did you do to me? I never break a diet until you came around"

"So I'm at fault?"

"More or less, you love burgers and I love you. Having a burger once in a while won't kill me"

"It better not. I'll be a widow even before getting married"

"That's definitely something we don't want"

"Definitely not" You grip his hand with one of yours and hug his arm with the other "Can you also get me a?" -

"Double meat, double cheese burger with extra fries and a chocolate chip cookie? I know"

"I know you know... But I wanted-"

"An iced caramel mocha?" You look at him narrowing your eyes

"You know me"

"I have to, tu és a minha menina" (you're my girl) you smiled feeling him leaning over the console to kiss you quickly. He rolled down the window and greeted the worker before ordering.

A few minutes later, both of you were on your way back to your house, singing and humming along the songs on your shared playlist.

"Gonna take a quick shower, I'll be back in ten" You said as soon as you got inside, however Simba made it difficult for you, he wanted his attention. "You're my babyboy but you gotta let me go and take a shower, baby"

"Simba, I'm the only one who can jump on her!" You heard Rúben's voice inside the kitchen and then you heard the blender go on

"Dad's jealous. You're my baby" You kissed his fourry face.

"Weren't you going to shower?"

"I'm giving my baby love"

"You don't need to give Simba that much of love, you can give it to me"

"Are you jealous of a dog?"

"Pufff!" He gave you a look "Obviously yes. I'm supposed to be the only one you give your love and attention to"

"You are. But also is Simba" You kissed the dog's head once again

"Nonono!" His cries made you laugh "Simba, get off!"

"He likes the attention way too much"

"Even I do if it's yours!" You break in laughter

"You know I'll give you all my attention after I shower and eat?"

"What are you waiting for to do that?" He asks making you laugh more

"You are so jealous of your dog"

"I am!"

"Please don't take it in the wrong way but you're so needy, I love it"

"I'm not needy"

"És tão giro" (You're so cute) You said in between giggles

"Sou um homem viril, não sou giro" (I'm a manly man, I'm not cute)

"You are both, actually"

"Go take a shower, I'll set something up so we can watch while we eat and you love on me"

"Sounds like a deal" Rúben smiled before turning around to the kitchen "Hey" You call him as he turns

"What?"

You grab his hand and pull him down so you could kiss his lips softly "My needy, cute and manly boyfriend"

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[im-so-normal-iswear]

ok, I have this idea Shadow the hedgehog x female hedgehog reader who is Sonic's sister in an enemies to lovers relationship-----

O leitor odiou Shadow por tentar tirar a vida de Sonic e seus outros amigos várias vezes e mesmo quando tudo isso é resolvido, eles ainda são como água e óleo um com o outro, o leitor normalmente calmo e prudente se torna um vulcão em erupção ao lado de Shadow

Como Shadow lidaria com o fato de estar se apaixonando pela irmã de seu rival? E como o próprio Sonic reagiria a isso? Inglês não é minha primeira língua, peço desculpas por quaisquer erros, mas eu precisava compartilhar essa ideia.

A/n: I love this gdvjusbuf

Shadow x reader who hates him

Shadow never thought he’d find himself in this situation. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way, especially not about you. It didn’t make sense. How could he, the Ultimate Lifeform, be plagued by something so human??

At first, he refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t have feelings for you, he couldn’t. It was impossible. You were Sonic’s sibling, for Chaos sake! And after everything he’d done, all the destruction and pain he’d caused, you had every right to hate him. In fact, you should hate him. Shadow told himself that this was just some fleeting distraction, a passing inconvenience, something that would fade with time.

But it didn’t.

The harder he tried to convince himself it wasn’t real, the more it consumed him. Every word you spoke, every glance you spared him, even if it was just a scowl or an annoyed remark, burrowed into his mind and stayed there. And oh, when you smiled? That damn smile...

Frustration became his only outlet. Shadow found himself snapping more often, his temper flaring at Rouge, Omega, and anyone who dared to cross his path. Even you weren’t spared. His jabs became sharper, his words colder. Even then you always had a way of throwing his venom back in his face, unbothered by his attitude, which only made things worse.

He couldn’t escape you. He couldn’t escape this.

Late at night, in the quiet solitude of his own mind, Shadow broke down. He knelt in silence, hands clenched together as if in prayer, though he had no one to pray to. He begged for release from this torment. He didn’t want these feelings. He didn’t deserve them. Yet, night after night, they only grew stronger.

His chest ached when he saw you. His throat tightened when he heard your laugh. He’d catch glimpses of you with Sonic or Tails, smiling and joking as if the world wasn’t crushing him from the inside out, and it would tear him apart.

So he started to pull away.

Shadow became quieter than ever, withdrawing from everyone who knew him. He avoided Rouge, brushed off Omega, and disappeared into the shadows whenever you were near. The weight of his emotions was too much to bear, and he told himself it was better this way. If he stayed out of your life, maybe the feelings would fade. Maybe you’d forget about him entirely, and he could go back to pretending he didn’t care.

But no matter how far he ran, no matter how many walls he built around himself, the feelings refused to leave.

Every step he took away from you felt like a betrayal of himself. Every time he caught himself wondering how you were or what you were doing, he hated himself a little more. Shadow wasn’t supposed to need anyone, but he found himself longing for you in ways that made him feel weak and pathetic.

Eventually, Shadow stopped running.

The feelings were there, and they weren’t going away. He accepted that. But that didn’t mean he had to act on them. He would carry this on his own. He didn’t need your love. He didn’t deserve it.

So he watched from the sidelines, silently protecting you when he could. He’d slip into the shadows to fend off any threats you weren’t aware of, always disappearing before you could see him. He told himself it was enough.

But it wasn’t.

Because for the first time in his life, Shadow couldn’t fight his way out of this. He couldn’t run, and he couldn’t win. All he could do was endure the quiet agony of loving you from afar.

And that, Shadow thought, was his punishment. His penance. To love you with everything he had and never let you know.

You deserved someone better. Someone good. Someone who wasn’t him.

A/n: if you pay really close attention you see he's going through all 5 stages of greif lol

[creads]

diva você escreve sobre o 🥺 rafa 🥺 topa tudo por buceta 🥺 federman 🥺 !!!!!! juro cami, tudo que eu quero nessa vida é esse homem. principalmente se tiver barbudo tesudo igual em sociedade da neve. me olhando assim 🥺 implorando por um chá bem dado. o único cenário que consigo pensar é dele com uma loba brasileira babilônica, e a vibe do casal sendo ‘pai e MOTHER’ do grupo. além disso, ele é sagitariano (por mais que não pareça ?) então nossos signos combinam ☝️ só pra finalizar ☝️ não paro de pensar que ele pediria a loba em casamento enquanto comia ela devagarzinho, com a cabeça enterrada no pescoço dela – porque esse é o único tipo de sexo que eu ‘vejo’ ele fazendo. metendo quatro filhos nela só porque ela morria de vontade de ter os filhos dele. e enquanto elE cozinhava, ela vinha por trás e nhac. seria do tipo de marido que não saberia dizer não pra mulher dele, então quando ela aparecesse na porta de casa com o 14º gato de rua que ela resgatou, ele só aceitaria, sem rodeios. e quando eles fumavam juntos, ele ficava ainda mais sedento e alucinando de tesão ☝️ desculpa a redação cami, mas quando se trata desse homem eu ficaria aqui dissertando por hooooras….. é como a mamãe beyoncé disse “you need a woman holdin' you down whenever, wherever, however, whatever, i’ll be right by your side” and i could be that for him! ☝️

oii bom dia aceitam um café da manhã? pois bem na verdade não temos café mas temos eu falando de rafa federman [abram os portões da yappinglândia porque agora o assunto é rafa federman]

o tópico de eles serem pai e MOTHER eu assino super embaixo. vocês veem que ele é todo conceitualzinho no insta dele, então eu penso que ele postaria várias fotos só da mulher dele: quando eles estão fumando um no sofá de casa; quando ela tá na cozinha só de regatinha e calcinha enquanto corta frutas (e digo mais☝🏻tá fazendo a clássica pose de flamingo que nós brasileiros inevitavelmente fazemos na cozinha); foto espontâneas dela enquanto visitando pontos turísticos quando viajam; quando ela tá tomando um solzinho de bunda pra cima. e quem não conhece os dois pensa até que ele é o amigo gay dela que só acha a diva muito faraônica mesmo (vamos falar a vdd rafa federman é um ótimo exemplo de homem artístico twinkzinho) já que as fotos que eles postam não explicitam que eles são de fato um casal, mas quem conhece sabe que ele é OBCECADO pela mulher dele, só falta lamber o chão que ela pisa. muito cool girl loba brasileira mesmo (já dizia kuku “soy asthetic”)

IF I SPEAK SOBRE RAFA FEDERMAN DE BARBA (que pra mim também é o auge da beleza dele) ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻 i know for a fact que ele seria todo dengosinho e ia usar e abusar do fato que você AMA a barba dele. ele chegaria atrás de você na cozinha e ia esfregar a barba no seu ombro exposto, depois no pescoço, que nem um gatinho fica se esfregando no dono, sabe? “te extrañaba, mô”. e SIM mesmo sendo argentino ele falaria ‘mô’ pq gosta quando você chama ele disso não aceito o contrário. depois de um tempinho dele te abraçando por trás e te encoxando, você vira e ele tá literalmente ✋🏻🥺 🤚🏻 assim pedindo uma migalha de buceta. não dá nem um minuto e você tá sentada em cima do balcão enquanto ele te janta (pun intended) todinha. E DIGO MAIS, faz questão de esfregar a barba na parte interna da sua coxa enquanto te beija lá pq sabe que você adora que fique vermelhinho e arranhado depois.

e sexo com rafa federman é sinônimo de transar lentinho e abraçado SIM!!!! e vc foi babilônica com isso de pedir casamento durante, nossa!! ela falando no ouvidinho dele enquanto ele só consegue meter desengonçado e gemer, o pedido ia sair quase incompreensível da boca dele, mas depois no aftercare eles tomariam banho juntinhos e falaria “aquela hora eu tava falando sério, você quer se casar comigo?” e você acha tão bonitinho a casualidade, óbvio que vai aceitar, mas só de graça lança um “só se você pedir ajoelhado”. e POIS BEM ele ajoelha, pede de novo e não consegue parar de sorrir quando você fala sim, ele fica tão feliz que continua de joelhos enquanto beija suas coxas e só coloca uma das suas pernas no ombro dele enquanto faz o oral of a lifetime

nossa eu até falaria mais sobre esse homem mas me encerro aqui senão eu escrevo uma nova bíblia sobre rafa federman. deixo vocês com essa foto que grita rafa!namoradinho [chorando]

[theperksofbeingstupid]

spiderbit fluff or fright fic!!!! for the prompt vampires!!! inspired by johannis' incredible art !!!

Roier's hand is warm where it holds his chin, tilting his head this way and that. They're so close that their noses are almost touching, where their breaths would intermingle if they could. Roier's eyes are so deep and dark that Cellbit could almost fall into them, not that he would mind, and he could live there forever. If he still had a heart it would be beating irreparably fast, giving him away instantaneously.

Cellbit wants to kiss him.

Roier's hair is perfectly coiffed, his bright red bandana peaking through the strands as he squints at Cellbit. His brow is furrowed, and one of his fangs threatens to pierce his own lip as he frowns in concentration. Cellbit resists the urge to squirm in Roier's grip, he feels a little like a butterfly pinned to a cork board. It's an incredibly attractive feeling.

Cellbit really wants to kiss him.

"No te muevas, gatinho," Roier whispers, and pulls back slightly to admire his handiwork.

"Eu literalmente não me mexi," Cellbit answers, but dutifully stays still.

Roier's other hand is holding an eyeliner pencil to his eyes, fingers resting steady on Cellbit's temple. The hand on his chin strokes small circles against his skin, tightening ever so slightly whenever he needs to be repositioned.

Cellbit doesn't usually wear makeup, but Roier had been so insistent, and incredibly annoying, to where Cellbit couldn't bear to say no. He'd looked up at him as Cellbit got out of bed that evening and begged and begged and begged him to let Roier do him up all pretty for the morning. He'd relented, finally, after Roier had showed him his plans for their matching outfits. Plus, as a bonus, he got to sit and watch as Roier expertly applied red eye shadow and a deep red tint to his own lips. And now Cellbit gets to sit in his husband's lap as Roier paints him in colours he doesn't even care to see.

Cellbit really, really, wants to kiss him.

Roier frowns again, and tilts Cellbit's head to the left, and then the right. "It'll do," he says, and leans over to drop the eyeliner pencil into the bin he'd dragged out of their bathroom and onto their bed.

"Can I move?" Cellbit asks, and the second Roier nods his head he's wrapping his arms around Roier's waist and knocking them both down on the bed.

Cellbit slams his lips against Roier's, ignoring the way their teeth clack painfully against each other. He's been desperately holding back from littering Roier's face and chest with kisses from the second he pulled his jacket on over his blouse and cravat. He looks… delectable. Like a glass of the fine wine Cellbit hasn't been able to enjoy in years, now that everything that isn't blood turns to ash in his mouth.

It's fine though. It's more than fine. Cellbit wouldn't trade having been saved by the love of his life for the world. His heart has always belonged to him anyways.

"Você é a pessoa mais bonita que eu já conheci na minha vida inteira," he breathes against Roier's lips.

The other lets out a laugh and adjusts their positions, pulling Cellbit down on top of him properly and tugging him closer by the nape of his neck.

"I know," he smiles, and then flips them around so Cellbit is pressed against the mattress as Roier stares him down. "Now don't fuck up my hard work, gatinho. The guests haven't even arrived," he says, bopping Cellbit on the nose with a finger before making his way back to the bathroom with the makeup bin.

Cellbit throws his hands to the side and groans. "But guapito," he tries, "How am I supposed to resist all morning when you look like that?"

Roier pops his head through the door frame, "If you're good I'll let you take a bite for dinner," and before he disappears back into the confines of the bathroom to perfect who knows what for his outfit, he leaves Cellbit with a wink.

Cellbit glares at the ceiling. Stupid husband and his stupid fat ass and his stupid, luscious, kissable lips. At least he managed to kiss Roier once before they got caught up in hosting another dinner party at the Castelo. Woe is he.

[mia-nina-lilly]

Whenever I reread the trilogy, I am impressed by the gentle and understanding way Damen handles, in bed, with Laurent, a victim of abuse still traumatized. Even without knowing, Damianos gives Laurent exactly what he needs to let go and simply enjoy the moment without the constant ghosts of a not-so-distant past haunting him. Damen is a wonderful person ✨🩷

Sempre que releio a trilogia, me impressiono com a forma suave e compreensiva com a qual Damen lida, na cama, com Laurent, uma vítima de abuso ainda traumatizada. Mesmo sem saber, Damianos dá a Laurent exatamente o que ele precisa para se soltar e simplesmente aproveitar o momento sem que os constantes fantasma de um passado não tão distante o atinjam. Damen é uma pessoa maravilhosa ✨🩷

[mshalfemptygirl]

Protective (S.R)

Plot: Spencer is very jealous after prison and this can be bad for his relationship with Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Contents: against and fuffy, just a couple with problems but i love it

Request: meu cenário fav é post prison spencer sendo suuper over protective com a reader 😿💞 e tipo uma vez eles vão sair e tem um cara enchendo o saco dela e ele ficaria TAO PUTO ao ponto de quase prender o cara 

A/N: Thank you so much for you guys liked my fics. I’ll let the link for Spencer Reid Masterlist in the end. Love y’all. Requests are open! Hope you like it!

It was the first time Spencer had been out in public since his release from prison. After months of suffering and struggling to prove his innocence, he was finally free. I still remember those endless nights I spent crying, feeling utterly helpless because I couldn’t be with him. It felt like living in a never-ending nightmare. But now he was back in our apartment. His belongings were in their usual places, and his life seemed to be getting back to normal. However, he had changed.

I hoped that taking him to our favorite coffee shop, the same place where we had our first date, might help him feel a little better. We ordered our usual coffees and some cookies. I tried to keep him engaged by talking about my job teaching kids. I told him about a student of mine who has a passion for every type of fruit. She’s an incredibly sweet little girl, full of energy and excitement whenever we talk about colours in class. Her genuine enthusiasm is infectious, and the way her eyes light up when she talks about colours always brings a smile to my face. It’s moments like these that make teaching so rewarding.

Spencer listened, but he seemed disinterested, barely making an effort to engage. “Y/N, that sounds interesting,” he said, his voice lacking enthusiasm. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” With a brief, polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes, he stood up and walked away. His detachment was hurtful. Despite my efforts to connect and share something that mattered to me, he appeared indifferent and uninterested in reconnecting with his old life. I sat there, feeling the sting of his disconnection, and tears began to well up. I forced myself to look out the window at the park across the street, trying to hold back my emotions and stay composed.

I noticed a man sitting nearby and quickly turned to see if it was Spencer returning. It wasn’t. The stranger, seeing that I was upset, approached with genuine concern. “Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying? Did that guy do something to upset you?” he asked, his voice full of empathy. I found it strange that a random person seemed more caring in this difficult moment than my own boyfriend. I answered politely, not wanting to alarm him. “No, no! He didn’t do anything. We’re just going through a tough time,” I said, feeling a pang of sadness and hopelessness.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll be right here if you need anything,” he said, his voice soothing as he gently touched my hand. His kindness was a stark contrast to the distance I felt from Spencer. I was so engrossed in this stranger’s unexpected attention that I didn’t notice Spencer coming back. When I finally looked up, I saw him standing behind the stranger with an expression of fierce anger on his face. My heart raced as I quickly pulled my hand away from the stranger’s, feeling a wave of anxiety. Spencer’s presence was unmistakable, and his anger was palpable.

“What a lovely couple!” Spencer’s voice sliced through the air, dripping with venom. “Care to explain what the hell is going on here? Did you find someone else while I was away? What a fucking whore.” His words were a harsh, stinging blow, and I was stunned into silence. Spencer’s rage was unlike anything I’d ever seen from him. The man I loved seemed to have completely disappeared, replaced by a furious, unrecognizable stranger. His face was contorted with anger, his eyes blazing with intensity. It was as if the gentle, caring person I knew had been overtaken by a dark, volatile force.

“Honey, it’s not like that. He just came over to see if I was okay. I don’t even know him,” I said, my voice trembling with desperation. Spencer’s harsh laugh echoed through the café, drawing the attention of everyone around us. “Of course she’s okay. More than okay,” Spencer said with a mocking edge. “She’s with me. She’s my girlfriend, you see? So, if you didn’t get the memo, I could have you arrested for harassment. She belongs to me, so you’d better leave before things get ugly.” The young man stood up, casting me a sympathetic glance before quickly leaving.

“Fuck you, Reid! Go to hell,” I said, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and sorrow. I stood up and headed back to our apartment, feeling overwhelmed by rage and disappointment. It felt as if the person I loved most had descended into a dark place, consumed by anger and rudeness, leaving me deeply heartbroken.

Back in my bedroom, I wrapped myself in a soft white blanket and settled into my bed, clutching a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Mint Chocolate Cookie ice cream. The comforting chill of the ice cream contrasted with the emotional turmoil I felt as I watched The Fault in Our Stars. I envied the deep, unwavering love between the characters, yearning for something similar with Spencer.

The sound of footsteps approaching the door interrupted my thoughts, followed by a soft knock. I paused the movie, wiped my tears with the back of my hand, and said, “I don’t want to talk, Spencer.” Despite my resolve to stay away, he pleaded, “Baby, please, can we talk?” With a heavy sigh, I reluctantly replied, “Come in.”

Spencer entered, his face etched with distress and fatigue, as if he had been crying. He sank onto the edge of the bed, his posture tense. I looked at him closely, noticing the deep lines of worry on his face. “Y/N, I’m really sorry,” he began, his voice cracking with emotion. “I’ve been a jerk,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “I don’t want anyone near you because you’re mine. It’s not about possession; it’s just that, in prison, I saw how they treated women and heard terrible things about what they might do to you. I’m trying to protect you, but I know that doesn’t excuse my behavior. I’ve been awful these past few weeks, and I’m really sorry. You know I love you,” he said, his voice tinged with deep remorse.

As he spoke, my face fell with sadness and pain. I decided to open my heart to him and confront the situation we were facing. “Spencer, today has been incredibly hard for me,” I said, struggling to hold back the tears that were welling up. “I’m sorry for what happened, but I tried to talk to you, and you seemed uninterested. Then, you yelled at that man who was just checking if I was okay. Calling me names was devastating. You need help—please, go to therapy or talk to someone. I love you, but I can’t keep living like this. I want to be with you, but you’re making it so difficult.”

Spencer’s face flushed with shame as my words sank in. He looked down, unable to meet my eyes, his guilt almost palpable. After a moment of heavy silence, he reached out, gently taking my hand in his. His grip was tender but firm, as if he was afraid to lose that connection. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never meant to hurt you like this. Please, let me make it right. I don’t want to lose you.” His thumb brushed over the back of my hand, a small gesture that spoke of his desperation to bridge the gap between us.

“Spencer, I love you and want to marry you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. “But we can’t move forward unless you’re willing to change. Let go of the jealousy, and please seek help to deal with everything that’s happened.” I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “If you give us this chance, I’ll be by your side every step of the way. Can we make this work together?”

He moved closer, gently threading his fingers through my hair. “I promise, love. I want to make your plan happen. I’m truly sorry. I love you,” he murmured, his voice tender. I leaned in, kissing him softly, our tears mingling as I wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace. In that moment, I held on to the hope that, despite everything, our love could find a way through the darkness.

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[misspeonirs]

If for fun I claim that all (8,900) guys in college fall in love with me. But I don't believe the claim and repeat it. Because there are a lot of them and not all of them know me.

In Robotics Affirmations?

၇୧ ᅟ𓈒 bem vindos ao meu blog ⁺

segura que a mãe tá internacional 🤭🤭

não ligue para as circunstâncias, elas não importam, é o antigo 3d e o 3d é manipulável,você pode mudar ele quando quiser.

você não precisa acreditar na sua afirmação para ela se manifestar, e é possível todos esses caras gostarem de você. já que você escolheu afirmações robóticas, o que eu indico para você é: persista nas afirmações e saturar seu subconsciente

como isso funciona:

a manifestação acontece da seguinte forma ( ao meu ver): primeiro você pensa/afirma no plano mental, ou seja, 4d. e depois transfere esses pensamentos para o 3d que é o plano físico.

onde seu subconsciente se encaixa nisso

seu subconsciente absorve as afirmações/pensamentos, fazendo com que elas sejam mostradas no plano físico (onde você fica super feliz por vivenciar seus desejos), por isso o 3d e as circunstâncias da sua manifestação não importam, pq é uma ilusão fácil de ser manipulável. obs: quanto mais você afirma pro seu subconsciente, mas ele vai aceitar isso.

conclusão?

bem, você vai obter seus desejos, não perca seu tempo dando atenção pra uma coisa manipulável, uma coisa que você controla.

persistir

entender que o 3d não mostra uma verdade absoluta

se coloque no pedestal.

in english <3

Don’t mind the circumstances, they don’t matter, it’s the old 3D and the 3D is manipulatable. You can change it whenever you want. You don’t need to believe in your affirmation for it to manifest, and it’s totally possible for all those guys to like you. Since you chose robotic affirmations, here’s my advice: stick to your affirmations and saturate your subconscious.

Here’s how it works: Manifestation happens like this (in my view): First, you think/affirm it in the mental realm, which is the 4D. Then, you transfer those thoughts into the 3D, which is the physical realm.

Where does your subconscious fit in? Your subconscious absorbs those affirmations/thoughts, making them show up in the physical realm (where you’ll be super happy living your desires). That’s why the 3D and the circumstances around your manifestation don’t matter, because it’s an illusion that’s easy to manipulate. The more you affirm to your subconscious, the more it will accept it.

Conclusion? Well, you’re going to get your desires, so don’t waste your time paying attention to something manipulatable, something you control. Persist. Understand that 3D doesn’t show an absolute truth. Put yourself on a pedestal.

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Olá de novo! Se não me importar, posso solicitar novamente headcanons para Bleach (komamura, aizen e ukitake jushiro) para se apaixonar pela fem! leitor quem é a mãe biológica de toshiro hitsugaya e uma das capitães do gotei 13?

As I can only read and speak English, I asked this person to clarify what the request was for me. Here is what was said. " Hi, yes, that's it, reader, she would be Toshiro Hitsugaya's mother and captain of Gotei 13 and the characters I mentioned fall in love with her."  So, without further ado, here are captains falling in love with the head captain reader who is also Hitsugaya's mom.

Komamura

Komamura is always hesitant when it comes to forming relationships of any kind and this is no exception

I would even say that it's harder for him to accept this one given everything at play

When you took over as head captain, he had nothing but respect for you and learning your connection to Hitsugaya didn't change that

It's not easy being a captain in general but the fact that you're also a mother and a mother to another captain must cause its own set of problems and he just wants to help keep things easy

This also means that when Hitsugaya brings up not liking how close others are getting to you Komamura realizes how odd it must be for him to see his mother being potentially romantic with his coworkers

He never intended to start a relationship with, and he was more conscious of things after speaking with Hitsugaya but it's hard to not fall for you

Your kindness and strength always shines through and brings him closer as time goes on, he adores how you work with everyone, and he can't help the way his heart warms when he sees you dote on your son

A relationship sorta just happens, it was never planned but it happened what might start as just hanging out when things aren't as tense it settles into proper dating and Komamura can't help but feel a little guilty

He does everything to prove he's worth your time and love even when you tell him it's not needed, he just wants Hitsugaya to understand he isn't just with you for your status

Once he gets past the guilt it's a lovely relationship, he adores you and strives to show it whenever he can from small dates when time permits and gift giving, he also just likes sitting a room with you while you both do paperwork

Komamura takes a long time to fall in love, but his affection is forever and fiercely loyal nothing makes him feel happier than facing the world with you

Aizen

Very unbothered by this but it does make his plan slightly harder, he most definitely approached you with an underhanded motive

The moment he learned you became head captain he saw it as another chance to get closer to his end goal the only problem at first was your son, Hitsugaya already hated him, and this will only make it worse

It's a slow-going relationship, as charming as Aizen tries to be you can mostly see through the act and he has to work extra hard to see you open up

It's a real dual edge sword, he pushes to get closer and see you crack but while doing that he finds himself opening up to you in turn

You force him to be genuine, to open up in ways he's rather not but it happens and at some point, he realizes that he doesn't want to let you go or hurt you

So, he's left at a standstill, does he continue on like this never happens or give up certain things to make it work? He spends weeks going over it until he decides to simply wait

Aizen knows he's in charge so it's up to him when they go through with the plan and right now, he wants to indulge in whatever things could be with you

Hitsugaya hates it, he's adamant that Aizen isn't good for you and that you're going to regret it but you just reassure him that you can handle it, that it's been thought through at the very least

For a while you both can simply live in domestic bliss, he stays as an amazing captain to be looked up at, doing his best to play the role of a faithful knight to you

He knows it won't last, one day he'll want for more, to gain the power he has worked so hard to control but he's more content than he expected just being at your side

This relationship is a carousel, it goes around and around never seeming to stop, like this you're both happy but one day the ride will stop, you both simply wait and wonder who will get off first  

Ukitake

The most natural feeling of the bunch. He's very dad like to many of the younger reapers and this likely came in to play before you got together

Of course, when you took over it was Ukitake who helped you learn the ropes, kind and gentle he was more than willing to lend a hand whenever you needed it and that includes keeping an eye on Hitsugaya

People love Ukitake and you really aren't any different, he's such a wonderful person who wants the best for the people around him, sure he doesn't always make the best choices, but he tries

There's a certain joy that comes from working you and it makes him feel more at ease knowing how much you care about the people in the soul society

Like with Komamura a relationship will develop more naturally, you simply spend so much time together and whenever his illness flares, you're there to offer him comfort and reassurance

You train together and get meals; your squads secretly call you mom and dad to each other in everyone's eyes it's a match made in heaven

Ukitake knows he's not going to around forever; his fate is unavoidable, and he never planned to settle down because of this but it feels safe with you like nothing would go wrong like it's okay to truly let his guard down

You're his everything, someone he respects and trust, someone to lean on and share things with a person he values and wishes to protect

Hitsugaya is more or less accepting of it, sure it's a bit strange but he can see that your happy and he trusts Ukitake to not hurt you in anyway

Love with Ukitake is easy, he loves with his whole heart and soul and wants that emotion in return, he's happy seeing you thrive in your work and loves giving you hand

Though not common he enjoys partaking in dates and simple nights in neither of you can relax often so theses moments become something very precious to him something he wants to remember forevermore

So here we are. Finally done, I've had this request for about a month now but got hit with heavy work and then got very sick for a while. I'm doing better now and sat down to work on this! I really hope you enjoyed it; I ended up really liking Aizen's part so I'm happy with the way I went overall. Feel free to let me know your thoughts and thank you for reading. Have a good day or night~ Lilly 

[dino19artworks]

🇺🇲🇬🇧ENG: MEET ONE OF MY OTHER SONAS, OTÁVIO! (he/they/ze/ne pronouns in english) he's a children's game site mascot from the 2000's (one of those sites with classic flash games) and the site asks you to install somekind of software of it but whenever you do you just get a self aware virus (Otav here) who's an absolute MANIAC FULL OF CRIPPLING ANXIETY and who DESPERATELY feels the need (due to program) to spread in as many systems as possible and reach for something "real", outside virtual reality! Exept ze does it in a rather pathetic way, I kid you not this manlet WILL beg you on his knees to "PLEASE LOAD ME TO YOUR PEN-DRIVE AND TAKE ME AWAY TO THE WOLRD PLEASE PLZ PLZ!!!" XD

🇧🇷🇵🇹🇦🇴PT: CONNHEÇA UME DOS MEUS OUTRES SONAS, OTÁVIO! (elu usa os pronomes elu/delu em português) elu é um mascote de site de jogos pra criança dos anos 2000's (um daqueles sites com jogos flash clássicos) e o site pede pra vc instalar um tipo de software mas quando vc instala você só recebe ume vírus (Ê Otávio) auto-conciente que é ume absolute MANÍAQUE CHEIO DE ANSIEDADE SEVERA e quem DESESPERADAMENTE sente a necessidade (por seu código) de se espalhar para o máximo de sistemas possíveis e alcançar algo mais "real", fora da realidade virtual! É so que elu faz isso de uma forma meio patética, eu não brinco que esse cara baixinho VAI implorar ajoelhade para que você "ME BAIXE NO SEU PEN-DRIVE E ME LEVE PARA O MUNDO POR FAVOR PFV PFVZINHO!!!!!!" XD

ESPERO QUE GOSTEM!!! / HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!!!

[can-i-make-image-descriptions]

Whenever I need to type é while making descriptions on my laptop I just type out pokemon and which I can then spell check into Pokémon and then I copy paste the é

[thingsaboutphilosofy]

rede de apoio é uma das coisas mais importantes pra quem estuda e trabalha, muita gente mora na casa dos pais ainda e eu não tenho esse privilegio, porem morar com meu noivo é a coisa mais incrivel que existe!

devo muuito a ele porque sempre que preciso ele me ajuda em tudo, quando tiro uma nota ruim ou to baixa na produtividade é ele que ta la me levantando e torcendo por mim 🖤

valorizem a rede de apoio de vocês, pq aposto que nada rolaria de verdade sem ela

Support network is one of the most important things for those who study and work, many people still live in their parents' house and I don't have this privilege, but living with my husband is the most amazing thing there is!

I owe him a lot because whenever I need it he helps me with everything, when I get a bad grade or I'm low in productivity he's the one who's there lifting me up and rooting for me 🖤

Value your support network, because I bet nothing would really happen without it

[spaceratprodigy]

👄🕯️🛠️🚓 for faith and max hehe <3

@roseeway — [ OC COUPLE ASKS ]

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👄 How do you refer to each other? (”This is my...” boy/girlfriend, partner, fiance(é), etc.)

I've always leaned towards them referring to each other as their partner, especially when it's still early in their commitment. I don't see it changing much until they make things more permanent between them. There's a certain thrill to be had when getting to say my husband and my wife.

I would not put it past Faith to occasionally refer to him as her lover, but that feels more personal and playful and reserved for certain ears. I'm sure it takes him very off guard every time.

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🕯 Turn in early, or burn the midnight oil?

I've talked enough about her sleep issues and that I headcanon him having his own as well. Y'all are familiar with all the Insomnia Nights thoughts. They are definitely staying up late to enjoy each other's company peacefully until they get tired out enough to attempt sleep.

By the time sharing a bed is something they allow themselves, I'm sure it becomes more frequent to cozy up together sooner instead of keeping themselves busy with other things.

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🛠 Who cooks? cleans? fixes things?

I see them both cooking, often together. I think she's better than he is, although she does personally have a preference for baking. I see him as being fine enough at cooking to suit his needs, but I do think when it comes to cooking for/with Faith he puts forth more effort than he would for just himself.

I think they both keep their spaces rather organized, but definitely lived in. Not wanting too much clutter regularly, but it happens when it comes to their personal things finding their own spots and whenever she's working on her own projects she's definitely gonna leave stuff out a bit until she's done. But overall, tidy to their liking.

Faith fixes things much more often. She loves to build, tinker, and work with her hands. Honestly, even if it's something Max absolutely could fix, there are things I'm sure he asks her anyway because he knows it's enrichment for her and that she enjoys it. And she is very well aware when it's something he's capable of handling.

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🚔 Who gets you both/all in trouble? What for?

Overall I'm going to go out on a limb here and say Faith is the one getting them into trouble more often. Considering she has no respect or fear of consequence when it comes to The Board. And also, freelancer's gotta get paid somehow.

And, well.. *gestures vaguely at Phineas*

Now we aren't going to pretend like Max doesn't have any less than legal ideas, but we all know who's in charge, and that he'll follow her anywhere and back up any insane plan she comes up with.

[moonlightazriel]

Velha infância /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Azriel was my best friend and the only thing i could think about.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,9K

Notes: Since this song is in portuguese and i'll be using the original lyrics as well torought the fic, here's the song with english lyrics: Velha infância- Tribalistas

Song week

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Você é assim Um sonho pra mim E quando eu não te vejo Eu penso em você Desde o amanhecer Até quando eu me deito

I was sitting on one of the benches in the balcony where the sparring training happens, my eyes followed every move Azriel made, the way the sun light would make his brown skin glow, how the droplets of sweats ran down his toned back, how his shadows danced beautifully around him, his strong muscles contracting when he moved his sword.

Azriel was like a dream come true, everything about him felt incredibly right, he was the most wonderful male I’ve ever met, he was kind, in a unique way, even with his past, he never let his inner light extinguish, he was smart, I would seek him whenever I needed help with something, He was skilled in every little thing he did and all I could do was to watch him mesmerized. It never was my intention to fall in love with him, I guess it just happened naturally, he treated me so good, like no male ever did, that the friendship we had since we we’re kids, turned into something more.

I was afraid of telling him, I would rather die than to ruin our friendship, even if sometimes, it seemed that he felt the same way, It was difficult not to think that maybe he loved me when he would bring me my favorite dessert every time he got out, when he would stop his own training if he saw that I got hurt, rushing to attend to me whenever I made a different noise, when he would hold me so close at the Hewn City meetings that it was hard to see where he begun and where I ended, his nose brushing on my neck while he complimented my scent.

I thought about him every day, from dusk till dawn, my every thoughts were filled with him, his scent, his black hair, his beautiful hazel eyes, his enormous wings, every time I would look at him, my mind would drift away to a future where he would tell me he loves me and we would kiss, happily dancing together to the sound of our heartbeats.

Eu gosto de você E gosto de ficar com você Meu riso é tão feliz contigo O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor

He caught my eyes, and I smiled at him, my chest filling with happiness, he made my life brighter and brought me a new kind of joy that I never expected to experience before him. He stopped Rhysand, saying that he was too tired to train anymore and started walking in my direction, the butterflies in my stomach came to life, his smile warming my heart. “ What are you up to?” His voice was raspy from the effort he made.

“Oh, you know, just resting.” He nodded, his smile widening as he seemed to think of something.

“Do you want to have lunch at that restaurant you like so much?” I nodded at him, feeling happy at his consideration with me. “Alright then, take your time getting dressed and I’ll fly us there.” He winked at me and walked away, behind him Rhysand was wiggling his eyebrows at me, apparently he and everyone knew that I was head over heels for the shadowsinger, except for him, I rolled my eyes at Rhys and showed him my middle finger.

“You should tell him, it’s obvious that he loves you too, you two just have to stop being blind and you’ll realize that you could be already together for a really long time.” He smiled at me and I nodded, maybe he was right? I couldn’t be afraid of my feelings forever.

“I’ll think about it Rhys, thank you.” I said, getting up and entering the House of Wind to change, I decided to shower, rubbing my skin with the lavender scented soap, washing my hair and doing my skin care, every time Az and I would do something together I tried to look my best, I ended up using a mid dress, the skirt flowing smoothly on my legs, it was a nice shade of light blue, I did a light makeup, only some lipstick and mascara, as soon as I got satisfied with how I looked, I stepped out of my room, Azriel was standing on the other side of the door with a hand up, ready to knock.

“You look beautiful, this dress, it’s really pretty.” He complimented and I blushed, feeling my cheeks getting warm as he took my hand and walked us to the balcony. He flown us only until we reached the ground, we enjoyed walking together through Velaris, so he gently pulled me down, and we started to walk side by side, talking about nothing important.

E a gente canta E a gente dança E a gente não se cansa De ser criança A gente brinca Na nossa velha infância

As we walked, we passed by a musician, he was playing a familiar melody, Azriel looked at me, his smile growing bigger as he stopped on his tracks, I followed him until we reached the musician. “This is the first music we danced together, on Rhys’s birthday.” The memories of our childhood, when Rhys invited all of us to his birthday, this song started to play, and while everyone found someone to dance with, I stayed behind, wishing that someone would ask to dance with me, it was Azriel, who barely knew how to dance that offered me his hand, pulling me towards the dance floor, he stump on my foot a couple of times before he understood how he should move, but it was the best dance I’ve ever had.

Just like all those years ago, he was extending his hand towards me, inviting me silently to dance, I looked at him surprised as he wasn’t the type to do this kind of things in public but I just accepted, placing my hand on his as he pulled me closer, my chest pressed against his, my head falling in the crook of his neck as he moved us around, the melody bringing me more memories of all the times we danced together exactly like this, we were the perfect match when we danced.

He whispered the melody along, and at that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the whole world, just us, his heartbeat singing to me, I could’ve stayed like this forever, I would do it happily, but the song came to an end and we split, he gave some money to the musician and we thanked him before leaving.

“Thank you for the dance, I was missing it.” I said and he held my hand, something about all of this felt different, like the lines between friendship and love were slowly disappearing, my heart twisted in my chest in anticipation as we approached the restaurant. He pulled a chair out for me, and circulated the table to sit at the other side, a waiter came to us and we just ordered the usual and a bottle of wine, his hazel eyes looked at me, like he was staring into my soul and I blushed, all the courage starting to vanish under his gaze.

Seus olhos, meu clarão Me guiam dentro da escuridão Seus pés me abrem o caminho Eu sigo e nunca me sinto só

I stared at him too, those pretty eyes that saved me from the darkness so many times, when I would look at them, I knew that I would never be alone, his eyes brought me peace, they were my guidance in the difficult times, he analyzed my face looking for something that I didn’t know. “I asked you to lunch because I wanted to talk to you about something important.” He was serious, his whole posture told me that he was nervous and I could only imagine the reason.

“Feel free to tell me everything that you need.” I tried to smile at him, my hand reaching for his, as I held him I noticed that he was shaking and I started to get even more worried than I was, before he could speak, the waiter was back, with the bottle of wine, pouring a little on both of our cups, Azriel was quick to sip on his wine, the liquid disappearing and he asked the waiter to refill his glass. He only spoke again when the waiter left our table.

“I can’t keep this as a secret anymore, it kills me not to tell you that I love you.” He said everything so fast that I wasn’t sure if I was hearing it correctly, my heart processed the words faster than my brain and started hammering strongly against my rib cage, the butterflies went crazy and I just stared at him in disbelief.

Você é assim Um sonho pra mim Quero te encher de beijos Eu penso em você Desde o amanhecer Até quando eu me deito

“Are you serious?” It was the first thing I managed to say after a few moments in pure silence, I forced myself to talk as soon as I noticed the panic covering his features, he nodded and I couldn’t help the smile from spreading in my face, so big that all of my facial muscles began to hurt. “You’ll laugh about it when I tell you that Rhys encouraged me to tell you that I feel the same today, I was just trying to build up the courage.” Azriel did laugh about this as he gripped my hand harder. “I have no idea for how long I’ve been in love with you, you’re like a dream to me Az, it’s hard to keep my hands to myself when you’re near, I want to kiss you, to hold you and never let you go.”

“You have no idea how long I waited to hear you say something like this, I dreamed of this moment so many times, in so many ways, but all of them ended up the same, with you in my arms telling me that you’re mine.” The panic was gone now and his eyes were filled with the most pure love I’ve ever seen.

“I’m yours even before I realized I was in love with you. I’m yours until the end of times.” At that moment, Azriel lost all of his composure, flying from his seat, his hands grabbing my waist as he pulled me up, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss, his lips were soft, warm against mine, and the butterflies finally went quiet as he kissed me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but your meal is here.” The waiter said and we split, laughing as he got back to his seat, we ate, unable to control ourselves, he held my hand the entire time while i smiled at him, as we finished dessert and walked out the restaurant he pulled me in for another breathtaking kiss, that made my head dizzy and my heart spin in my chest.

Eu gosto de você E gosto de ficar com você Meu riso é tão feliz contigo O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor

I looked at the male with such adoration, the one who used to be my best friend, the friend I would always seek the company, the friend who always held me when I was about to fall, the friend who have my heart and held me hostage in his was now the male I called my love, the male I would do anything to make sure was the happiest in the whole planet, Azriel deserved all the love and happiness in the world and I was going to be sure to give him this and so much more.

[nevigheden]

starter call — closed!

Escolha uma das sentenças abaixo para um starter com Narkissa, a filha de Éris:

you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❞

how long has it been since you've slept? ❞

why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❞

i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

Escolha uma frase e mande abaixo na seguinte forma: número + @ do muse + de quem é a frase (Narkissa ou Muse).