#my darling. she is hard for me to draw for some reason

[hard-core-super-star]

cards on the table [L.Calderu]

pairing: lilia calderu x vampire!reader

summary: the morning after, you can't bring yourself to leave lilia again. instead, you let the desire you still feel for her take over.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> morning sex; mommy kink galore [because it's lilia, duh]; SO much biting [because vampires duh]; desperate switch!lilia is SO important to me; grinding; making out; unholy uses of magic; fingering; praise kink go brrr; lilia's boobs deserve their own warning fr; plot and feelings randomly thrown in because i can't write porn without it; so much banter

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: HELLO! this part took longer than i planned but i'm really happy with how it turned out. i couldn't write vampire!reader without throwing some smut in before more plot 😌i'm having a lot of fun writing for lilia so i hope i've delivered. as always, my inbox is open and i hope you enjoy <3

part one |

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When your eyes open, the first thing you see is the way the sunlight bounces off the ceiling. Unlike what most vampire myths said, you weren't afraid of the sun. At least not any more than a mortal with secrets made far too vulnerable by the light.

The second thing you notice once your eyes focus and your mind starts clearing is the comfortable weight settled on top of you. Reality's quick to crash into you after that.

For some reason, you had expected Lilia to be up and about by the time morning came. Even though she had made fun of you for wanting to run away, she was the same way. Actually, she tended to be worse. But of course, she would never admit it, preferring instead to throw the blame on you.

Seeing her like this, though, soft and vulnerable, reminds you why you hated leaving her in the first place. While you knew it had to be done, it didn't change how awful you felt about it. How lonely the years that have passed have been.

"How are you already so tense?" Her words break the silence and draw a sigh out of you. It really isn't fair how easy she can read you, even now.

"I'm just not used to waking up under a beautiful woman," you reply, the corners of your mouth tugging up into a lazy smile.

"I find that very hard to believe, sweetheart."

You suppress the urge to laugh and instead give in to the easy atmosphere. "Ouch, are you calling me a whore, Madame Calderu?"

The eyeroll you earn yourself is more worth it. "I'm calling you charming, my dear."

"Oh, my mistake."

She laughs, the sound rich and soft and capable of turning all your thoughts to mush in a second. "I've missed this."

You know what she means, but you don't allow yourself to linger on her words too much. A part of you feels undeserving. It wasn't like you didn't have good reason for leaving and yet…the guilt threatens to swallow you whole.

"Insulting me?" You ask as your fingers draw random patterns on her back. The fabric of her robe is thin enough for you to feel the warmth of her skin beneath it.

With a soft sigh, she lifts herself enough so she can stare down at you. The wrinkles in the corners of her eyes are as soft as her smile. "Laughing with you."

It's impossible to ignore the truth in her tone. "Yeah, I guess that's nice too."

"You guess?" She responds, attempting to sound offended. It doesn't work very well, though, since she's still grinning too hard. "You're a hard woman to please, my darling."

It's impossible to stop yourself from laughing at that. "You of all people should know that's not true."

Instead of instantly replying, she allows her eyes to drift down your face, lingering on your lips. You're not sure if she knows exactly what she's doing, but you do know you can't stop yourself from craving more.

And you can't even be mad at yourself for it.

You never even tried to lie about your feelings for her. Even after the visions, the prophecy, the knowledge that she'll be your undoing, you still love her. You've always loved her. How can you fight against that part of your fate?

One of your hands comes up, fingers slowly grazing against the side of her neck. The only thing left of your bite is the memory and yet she still shivers. Still leans into your touch.

"y/n," she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"I find that very hard to believe," you reply, your voice just as soft as hers.

She lets out a soft huff of air, something halfway to a chuckle, before you steal whatever teasing words were on the tip of her tongue away with a kiss.

Despite how strong your longing for her has been, you still surprise yourself. You almost assumed you'd walk out of her life again without doing exactly what you'd been thinking about since you left.

Clearly, you're a fool in more than one way.

Your fingers move back to tangle in her hair and even though you try to keep yourself in check, you can't. You want more. Need her in ways that scare you and excite you at the same time.

Lilia pulls away from the kiss, her heaving breaths fanning across your lips. "I missed this too."

"I missed you," you admit, your face warming up exponentially.

It's dangerous to say it out loud, but there's no use in hiding. Not when her eyes can see everything you don't say. Everything you feel without meaning to.

"Yeah?" Her head tilts to the side, wide pupils scanning your face. "Show me."

You grin, sharp teeth poking out from under your top lip. "Gladly."

Your hands travel down her body in an instant and your fingers grasp the fabric of her robe. A laugh escapes her as you hurry to slip the garment off of her, shifting around until your lips can meet the exposed skin of her shoulders.

"Impatient as always, little one?" She questions, using her words to distract you from the way she's moving above you. It's subtle, but you can't ignore the feeling of her heat pressing against your thigh.

"Only when it comes to you."

You let your fangs graze her skin, dragging along her shoulder blade until she's shivering above you. The urge to bite her is far stronger than it should have been considering how much you'd drank the night before. Then again, your thirst for her has always been stronger than anything else. Including your common sense.

"Such a flatter," she mutters.

Her hands move to her robe, helping you get the rest of it off, while your attention is captivated by her warm skin. You sink your teeth into her shoulder, not hard enough to actually draw blood, but enough to feel the connection that thrums beneath your veins.

"And so eager too," Lilia hums.

There's no way you can deny her claim. Especially with the way your hands start exploring the newly revealed contours of her body. Your fingers trace the lines of her muscles, mapping out the freckles you can't see but know are there.

As much as it pains you, you remove your fangs from her without drawing any blood, focusing on her hunger instead of your own. "I'm not the only one, I think you're soaking my pants."

"Oh, very funny." Her voice lacks humor but her eyes dance with a mischief she was sure she'd lost years ago. "Maybe if you weren't so preoccupied with biting me, I wouldn't have to be doing all the work by myself."

"All the work- oh-"

Your question is answered by the way she shifts her hips, slowly grinding against your leg. One hand lands on her hip to steady her as she sits up slightly to get better friction. You move with her, rising into a slightly uncomfortable position just to latch your mouth onto her chest.

"There you go," she coos. "You remember what mama likes?"

You don't think you could forget if you tried.

Your lips wrap around one of her nipples, feeling it harden under your tongue. Her back arches into your touch and you can't stop yourself from letting your teeth graze her sensitive skin.

The noise she makes in response is more than enough of a reward, but then her hand tangles in your hair and pulls you closer. "Fuck, darling. You're so good for me."

Her whimpered praise sends sparks of electricity up your spine. Not even your own pleasure can distract you from your mission, though.

One hand stays on her hip, slowly guiding her movements when her hips stutter, and the other one comes up to toy with her other breast, lavishing both of her nipples with the attention you know she needs. If your mouth wasn't so busy, you would have teased her for how frantic her movements against you are.

And she was making fun of you for being eager.

"y/n," she whispers, her voice shaking almost as much as her thighs.

All you do is hum, biting down on her nipple just enough to hear her gasp. Her movements speed up and you double your efforts, flexing your thigh and pushing up into her as much as you can.

It makes you a little dizzy due to the proximity but you force your eyes to travel upward until you can take in the curve of her neck and her parted lips. The puffs of air she lets out sound more like whines than anything and you let them wash over you like a wave.

You wait until she starts muttering curses beneath her breath to move again. Your hand leaves her breast and glides down the front of her body, easily slipping under the waistband of her ruined underwear.

You detach yourself from her nipple only to trail kisses up the valley of her breasts. "Cum for me, mama, I know you need it."

Your fingers press against her swollen clit and you watch as her whole body shudders in response. It's the most beautiful sight you've seen in years.

You work her through her orgasm, feeling as she soaks your fingers and her underwear all in one go. It's sinful and delightful all at the same time.

When she slumps forward, worn and overly sensitive, you instantly wrap your arms around her waist and lie back against the couch once more. For a moment, it's like no time has passed at all. Like you managed to cheat both time and space just to be with each other.

As silly as it might be, you allow yourself the fantasy.

Your lips press against her temple as the two of you lay there, her head on your shoulder and her nose nuzzling your jaw. As hard as it is, you don't move. You don't dare break the moment.

Because you know once you do, you won't get to have her like this again.

The runes may be strong and the wards may pulse with life every time you make her heart skip a beat, but you're being hunted. And every second you spend with her only puts her in more danger.

You know that.

But then she's shifting again and her lips find yours and it's hard to think about anything else except her.

When she pulls away, you're both breathless, gripping onto each other like you're afraid you'll disappear. The helplessness that simmers beneath the surface is hidden well under desire and desperation, but you can still feel it. Thrumming to life after every kiss.

"You were so good for me, angel," she murmurs, almost like she doesn't want to risk breaking the moment by being too loud. "Let me make you feel good."

"Yes please," you reply as your arms wrap around her neck to keep her close.

To your surprise, she makes no move to make fun of you for how clingy you are and instead her arms move down your arms, caressing your skin like she's commiting every touch to memory. You don't doubt she is.

Once she reaches your shirt, she simply smirks down at you and with a flick of her wrists, your clothes dissapear. "Cute trick."

Lilia just raises an eyebrow at you, hovering over you with a borderline dangerous glint in her eyes. "Trick? Are you insulting my magic, little one?"

"Oh, I would never dare," you tease.

Of course, she doesn't believe you, and you honestly don't blame her.

"You just can't stop yourself from being a brat, can you?" Her question is completely rhetorical, especially considering her next idea.

She hovers above you, watching your face closely as one of her hands trails down your body to the heat eminating from between your legs. Her fingers part your folds, revealing your clit to her before she murmurs something ancient under her breath. You have no idea what she's doing…until you feel a sudden shock on your clit.

"Lilia-" you gasp, your thighs attempting to close.

She clicks her tongue in dissaproval as she lands a warning smack to your inner thigh. "Don't you dare close them, I'm just getting started."

Your cunt clenches around pure air at that and the pleasure sends another shock-like sensation through your cunt. You quickly realize you don't mind, though, as the pain morphs into unbelieable pleasure.

"Oh, fuck."

"You read my mind, baby."

You don't get anther second to react before two of her fingers are teasing your already sensitive clit, pressing down until your thighs shake and then moving down to gather your wetness on the tips.

She's absolutely playing with you and you can't find it in yourself to mind. Not when the way she toys with you feels so damn good.

"Please," you all but whimper. "More."

"Always so needy, it's adorable."

You whimper again and she finally takes pity on you, sliding those same two fingers into your wet cunt. It only takes a few thrusts and another well placed shock for you to near the edge.

"Mama- please-"

"Already?" Despite her teasing tone, she can't hide her excitment. "You wanna cum for me, sweet girl?"

You desperately nod, your hips bucking up into her without meaning to as you chase your incoming orgasm. "Yes, need it, please."

"I've missed hearing you beg like that. Go ahead, baby, don't hold back."

She doesn't have to tell you twice.

Your body instantly reacts to her, clenching uncontrollably around her fingers while her thumb plays with your clit. You cry out as your orgasm crashes into you and you're left whining and shaking underneath her.

She leans down to pepper kisses across your face, her tongue darting out to lap up the few tears that escape the corners of your eyes. "Always so sweet for me."

All you can manage are a few incoherent mumbles and she chuckles as she removes her fingers from between your legs. Another incantation is mumbled and the ache on your clit subsides.

"Better?" She asks, shifting around once more so she's on her side, arms bringing you closer to her.

You nod and mirror her, tucking your head beneath her chin and wrapping yourself around her warmth. "Did you melt my brain so I wouldn't leave?"

"Not on purpose," she replies with a laugh. "Does that mean you'll stay?"

You allow the question to hang in the air for a few seconds. There's nothing you want more than to stay. Not only are you technically still injured, you'll have to drink from her again soon or risk growing weak once more.

You know the risks, the ones that go beyond simply being a vampire in love with a witch. Between the Guild, your family, and the prophecy that looms over both of your heads…staying with her will do nothing besides bring you more pain.

And yet, the answer forms before you can stop it.

"Yes. But only because I'm still hungry."

Lilia knows you're lying, but she doesn't call you out on it. Instead, she simply holds you closer, her fingers tracing the area where you'd been stabbed by the Guild's hunter. "Just give me a few minutes, then we can get up."

You know she's lying too, but all you do is smile and burrow into her chest.

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taglist: @p00ki3-m0nst3r

[mars-ipan]

had an absurd amt of fun doodling cal last night so take the other dnd character i've been playing this semester (her campaign just ended </3). her name is pellet (full title sir pellet the rambunctious) she is a spores druid and she is Stinky (i love her dearly)

[paulyenvol6]

Let It Out

Based on this lovely request! This is my first time writing for Aegon, so please don't be too hard on me. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, lots of praise, comfort, fluff, slight dom!Aegon vibes but he's very sweet, Aegon being a little unhinged, established relationship

Wordcount: 3,038

Masterlist

You twitched at the loud noise, looking over your shoulder and frowned when you saw Aegon rush through the door, heading towards the table in the middle of the room.

"My love," you said loudly, a worried crease appearing between your brows when you saw your husband reach for the wine bottle.

"Aegon."

You quickly climbed off the bed, approaching him and hugging him from behind, your arms wrapping around his waist.

"My love, are you alright?"

He shrugged his shoulders, scoffing quietly while you firmly held on to him, hands drawing patterns over the fabric of his shirt.

"Yes?" he whispered but it sounded like a question.

"What happened? You are upset."

He sighed loudly and then turned around to look into your eyes, a defiant pout on his lip that you were more than familiar with. Of course he wasn't alright and if he stormed into a your chambers like that it was either because of his brother or his mother.

"Just a little fight," Aegon said, lifting his left eyebrow. It was clear that he was trying to talk it down, appearing to be unbothered but after almost 5 years of marriage you were able to see right through him.

"Aegon…," you whispered and cradled his face, his eyes softening at the warmth your hand radiated. "Come here."

You pulled him in for a hug, hands combing through his hair and softly smiling at the way he kissed your shoulder.

"It's alright… I'm here… You can tell me what happened."

Aegon's large hands held on to your waist, squeezing it a few times before pulling back and watching you under his lashes.

"My mother. She acted like a… like a fucking maniac."

Your husband grabbed your hand guiding you with him to the bed and pulling you to sit on his lap. His hand reached for your waist again, massaging your flesh softly while he dropped his head to rest against your chest.

"She's calling me irresponsible… and reckless and… I don't know... I heard it all a thousand times but you know her. Always using Aemond as an example for the perfect son."

You exhaled deeply, running your hands through his silver hand and kissing his forehead.

"I know. But was there a reason? Did something happen?"

You felt him shrug, hands traveling to your arse to trail your skin through the fabric of your dress.

"I guess, yeah… I told Cole to hang a guy."

"What guy?"

Aegon let out a frustrated moan and then threw his head back, looking at you through lazy eyes.

"Some guy. Some guy bothering me in a tavern. Seven hells, it's not a big deal. But my mother… She acted like I put one of the seven kingdoms at risk!"

You nodded understandingly and then brushed over his cheek, trailing his cheekbone which made him sigh out.

"I'm sorry, Aegon. But I'm sure the two of you will reconcile soon. Your mother calms down as quickly as she gets angry."

"Mhmm, yes. Sure," Aegon hummed, his eyes closed as he gave himself to your hand that was softly caressing his skin. You weren't certain whether your husband was in the mood to talk to you right now or if he simply wanted the comfort of your touch so you thought about it for a moment before opening your mouth again.

"Maybe your mother had a bad day… and she was already upset." Sad big eyes darted up to you and your chest tightened at the pout on his lips.

"You think so?" he whispered, snuggling his head against your nape again.

"Yes, my love," you answered equally gentle and then had to giggle when Aegon's grip on your back became more firm.

"I want you, my sweet darling," his hot breath brushed over your neck and you pressed your thighs together, trying to defeat the throbbing heat in your center but of course you didn't stand a chance. Aegon was the only person that could really make it go away.

"Are you sure, Aegon? Are you sure you're in the mood – oh fuck!"

He had slid a hand under your skirts, cupping your sex and pressing his palm against your pulsating pearl.

"No words now," he breathed. "Just enjoy it."

A chuckle escaped from your mouth that made him smirk as well and you took his head in both of your hands, pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes while he began peeling off your underwear, leaving you bare for his hands.

"Aegon," you panted, searching for his eyes but they were fixed on your rapidly heaving chest.

"Shh, sweetheart. I want you to enjoy this. All you have to do is enjoy it…"

Your hands tightly held on to him as you felt two fingers at your clit, circling it before dipping them inside of you to collect some of your arousal.

"She's always waiting for me, isn't she?" Aegon whispered against your lips and then smeared your wetness over your pearl to use it as lubrication.

"Yes, Aegon," you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut when he rubbed your pearl in slow gentle circles that had nothing soothing about them.

"Huh. Fuck, yes."

He grabbed the side of your neck, pulled you in for a kiss, and then used his index and middle fingers to encircle your pearl, creating an intoxicating friction.

"My sweet perfect girl…," he chuckled at the way you started to rock your hips according to his movements slapping your cunt once which made you jolt.

"Mhmm, I know, I know," Aegon growled pulling you back towards his chest and pushing your head down so he could press a kiss to your brow. "Just let me have some fun with you, huh? Have to take my fucking frustration out on something."

You nodded although you were't sure whether your husband had noticed it but he continued nevertheless, toying with your clit until you were a brainless mess on top of him. After a few minutes Aegon eased two of his thick fingers inside of your hole, making you shiver at the stretch but the soothing touch on your clit that was as light as a feather quickly put your thoughts elsewhere and you got lost in the way the rough, yet soft skin of his thumb took care of your throbbing pearl.

"Come on, babygirl. I wanna hear you. I know you wanna let it out and you can. Let me hear how fucking good I make you feel."

Your trembling hands came down to rest on his shoulders and Aegon could swear he heard you pur like a sweet little cat as he curled the fingers inside of you, hitting that spongy spot that never failed to squeeze out your beautiful whines.

"Aegon. Fuck, right there. Please."

"I know, sweetling. You wanna soak my hand? Come all over me and make a mess?"

You could only whimper in response, nails buried in his shoulders which surely must sting but Aegon didn't even flinch. It felt so good that you almost didn't wish to come and instead savour the way his fingers made you feel for all time but the knot in your stomach that threatened to explode was seducing as well and so when pleasure started to spread in your body you didn't fight it.

"Fuck, I'm coming," you pressed, your face nudging against his nape while you let out sharp breaths. "Oh fuck… Aegon, oh gods be good."

In the way his body vibrated you sensed that he was chuckling, holding you through it, his hand making no attempt to stop touching you.

"There you go… That's a good girl right there," he praised you, smirking down at you when you lifted your head a little to meet with his gaze.

"Oh Aegon," you whispered, stroking his arms and trailing a line down to his toned stomach.

"Yeah? You liked that?"

You nodded, dropping your gaze and then biting your lip at the tent in his pants.

"I think we should do something about that, love," you said quietly, twitching as his hand gripped your chin because you hadn't seen it coming.

"Mhmm I like the way your brain works," he said, returning the wide grin you gave him. "You wanna get on your pretty knees for me?" he asked and you were already seated on the floor as he spoke out the last syllable.

He watched you, his face glowing with a mixture of pride and awe and then carefully pushed two fingers past your lips.

"Go on. Show me what you would do if it was my cock."

Your eyes flickered up to him, fixed on his slighty open mouth, and your tongue twirling around the pats of his fingers as you sucked on them like it was the most delicious thing you had ever tasted. Then you kissed your way up and down his digits, licking the salt off and feeling your heart flutter at his soft praise.

"You're so amazing, you know that? I fucking love you, y/n. So perfect for me…"

You felt him brush over your hair and just as you snuggled against his hand he suddenly yanked you off his fingers to swiftly open his pants and breeches while panting rapidly.

"Keep your mouth open," Aegon demanded, a muscle in the corner of his mouth twitchting, his eyes still on you who sat patiently, hands folded in your lap. Once he had freed his cock he pumped it a few times giving you time to stare at his impressive length and the angry red tip that glistened with precum. It looked delicious, the familiar scent of his arousal filling your nose and you greedily licked over your lips and then offered him your tongue.

"Fuck, darling. That's right, open your mouth wide."

You moaned when he finally slid his cock in your mouth, throwing his head back in ecastasy and grabbing a fistful of your hair.

"Fucking hells..."

Although he had closed his eyes you kept your gaze on him, your pussy uncomfortably clenching around nothing at the way he hectically panted and his teeth relentlessly sank down onto his bottom lip until it was bloody. He was all the way in your throat now and to make sure you would be able to take it all you forced yourself to breathe through your nose instead of focusing on the way his tip kissed the back of your throat every time he thrusted back in. Aegon didn't grant you a lot of comfortability tonight but it was worth it. The gentle strokes on your head, his words of praise, the sweet growls… His reactions were addicting and made you crave more.

You let your tongue swirl around his tip, ignoring the ache in your jaw and swallowing all of him. Precum mixed with your saliva and you felt it drool from the corner of your mouth but Aegon immediately reached to your cheek giving it a gentle squeeze while his eyes now glanced at your fucked out face.

"You're doing so incredible for me, you know that? Let it all go, yes… I want it to be messy. Just keep those pretty eyes on me and just… continue exactly this way," he moaned his grip on your hair getting more firm.

You coughed and held on to his thighs, blinking a few times while fighting your retching reflexes. Then you exhaled deeply, his cock painfully grazing your bruised throat but you wanted to do this for Aegon. You lived and breathed for his love and the look of pure affection and pride on his face was all it took for you to keep going.

But it didn't last much longer anyway because soon Aegon pulled you off his cock, a surprised frown passing over your face but he was quick to lean down and kiss you, shutting you up before you could even express your confusion. His mouth crashed against you but there was nothing careful or exploring about it; he devoured your lips, taking and demanding more and you were happy to let him feast on you. You could see, no feel how honry he actually was, hands relentlessly pulling you closer to him and his head shoving you backwards until you lay on your back right next to the comfortable feather bed.

"Aegon," you giggled against his mouth and bit your lip as his rough hands pulled down your gown. "We have a wonderful bed right there just for us."

"Mhm no…," he mumbled, his forehead pressed to yours. "Takes too long."

Aegon's skillfull hands undressed you until you were bare from your waist up and immediately kneaded your breasts, paying a special amount of attention to your nipples that he circled and enclosed with his fingers. You were ready to relax in his arms and simply enjoy the treatment but you should have known that he was far too horny to wait long before finally thrusting his dick into you so you weren't surprised when, after a few minutes, his hands fumbled with the hem of your dress.

"You're ready to take it, mhm?" he asked aligning himself with your drenched cunt, his left hand squeezing your waist while his right guided his tip through your slit to evoke more of these little pleas in you.

"Always," you whispered and pulled his head down to capture his lips in another heated kiss.

"I know you are," Aegon chuckled and then the both of you gasped as he eased himself inside of you, your hands tightening around his face, your knuckles turning white from the pressure of burying your fingers in his flesh.

"Always so fucking needy, huh? All day and night this cunt's all soaked for me, isn't that right? Only waiting for me to fuck you."

You whimpered as he went so deep with his first thrust that you felt his balls slap against your cunt.

"Yes, Aegon, gods… Please go hard…"

His lips twisted in a mischievous smirk at your words and then you felt him bottom out and start fucking you at a steady pace. He had really listened to your words because he pushed into you with such a roughness, it made your legs tremble.

"Aegon," you moaned, lashed fluttering and toes curling at the way his cock touched you right where it itched. This spot deep inside of you that yearned for him.

He exhaled loudly, his hair tingling you at your chin as he pounded your cunt like he hadn't done it countless times already. That was one thing you loved about your husband. He never failed to make every time you had sex feel special. After all these years, he still went feral seeing you naked underneath him, praised and complimented you like he was still in awe of you.

"So fucking good, fuck… Stay right there, yes… You're gonna make me spill into that perfect little cunt of yours. You're close?"

You nodded, biting down on his shoulder, a pain that Aegon welcomed with a sharp gasp.

"Just need…"

You weren't even able to finish the sentence and request additional stimulation on your pearl because he had instantly glid his hand between your legs and connected it with your bundle of nerves, rubbing you clock-wise just the way he knew you liked it.

It was all it took to drive you over the edge and after a few seconds your insides clenched as you buckled from the hard ground, legs possessively wrapping around his waist.

"I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come, Aegon, fuck!"

He held on to your neck, kissing along your jaw and then let out a deep growl and pushed deep inside of you one last time to empty himself in you.

"Oh gods be fucking good," he pressed, his eyes shut and his body crashing against you as he just couldn't prop himself on his elbows any longer. He dropped his head and waited a few seconds to collect himself before watching you under his lashes, a smirk creeping up on his face.

"That was fucking amazing," he chuckled and pulled his flaccid cock out of you in one motion. You fell back, ignoring the hardness of the ground beneath you and pressed a hand on your chest that was still rising and falling rapidly.

"Yes. It was," you answered and then darted up to him.

He was already up, rubbing over his sweat-covered brow and putting on his shirt which made you narrow your eyes.

"What are you doing? We're not in a rush, are we?"

"Actually we kind of are," Aegon answered, his lips forming a pout. "At least I am."

You moaned in disappointment and rolled on your stomach to rest on your elbows.

"Why," you sighed, furrowing your forehead when your husband leaned down to kiss your hair.

"Because I have a small council meeting," he whispered and you pinched his calf in response.

"Of course. Because no one in this castle wants me to have a relaxing afternoon with my husband."

He chuckled and then put on the rest of his clothings before kneeling in front of your still lying body.

"I'll be back soon. And then we can have supper together. Just the two of us. And afterwards we can fuck again."

Now you couldn't hide your amusement and grinned as he cradled your head in his hand.

"Just think of me while I'm gone. Think of all my amazing traits… my beauty… my charm and my cock. Then time will fly."

"I will," you whispered and pressed a kiss to his chin.

"And think about what I'm going to do to you later. Because I haven't had a taste of your pretty cunt today. I'll make it up to you later, I promise."

Your heart fluttered at the prospect and the smile remained on your face even when he rose from the floor to head to the door.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone," he shouted as he rushed out and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself even long after the door was shut.

[rekino2114]

Makima and Nayuta setting up a Father’s Day surprise for Y/n! (Sorry for making it late again) Maybe Y/n had a long, tiring week, and ever since her Mother’s Day surprise Makima had memorized the date of Father’s Day and wanted to recruit her daughter to make the perfect surprise for Y/n since she knew he was having a tiring week (not a bad week, I don’t think Makima would ever let Y/n have a bad week, so just a tiring one. Like lots of patrols and devil fights, lots of paperwork, and it just left him drained, so drained that he forgot about Father’s Day.) What would Makima do for the day that celebrates her darling? What would Nayuta do for the day that celebrates her father? Maybe Nayuta would train Fenrir to hold up a Father’s Day sign! And hey, look I made more art! Featuring Nayuta once again not understanding the difference between Fathers Day and her dads birthday! Again, sorry if the art sucks, I redid it kinda short notice to include Fenrir. And sorry I didn’t know that Father’s Day was earlier for you. Also kudos to golem543 who made that awesome Nayuta adopting the wolf devil request, and kudos to you for making it phenomenally! I’m going to feature Fenrir in the art for this request and I have some other requests that might possibly feature him, but if the user who came up with the concept doesn’t want me to use them in my request then I won’t.

Have a great week, hope your doing well!

Celebrating Father's day with makima and nayuta

Pairing:makima x male reader

A/n:Happy father's day to everyone who celebrates today (which funnily enough doesn't include me) but I hope you all enjoy this and thanks so much for another amazing request and drawing

"You're working late again?"

"Yeah, sorry, I have a lot of paperwork to do, so I won't be home for a couple of hours, I guess it's my fault for taking so many missions though hehe"

"Darling, are you sure you can do it? You could just have someone do the paperwork, just tell them I said that"

"Oh no it's alright, I'd feel bad if I made someone else do my work, I'm sorry that I'm leaving you and nayuta alone again"

"No, I don't mind that, I'm just worried about you, you've been working so hard lately"

"I know and I'm sorry, I'll take a break when I need to"

".......alright darling, just make sure not to be too late"

"Of course, I'll be back for dinner i'm sure of that, I love you"

"I love you too"

Makima hung up the call and sighed a bit, thinking about how much of a busy week this had been for you, but then smiled as that was even more of a reason why you needed to be rewarded and celebrated

She got up from the couch and went to nayuta's room, where she found her playing with fenrir. Once she saw her mother, nayuta raised her head and looked at her

"Is daddy back?"

"No sorry, but he said he's going to stay at work late"

"Again? Is he ever gonna come home!? He didn't even pick me up from school today........like the rest of the week"

Feeling bad for her daughter makima got closer to her and started petting her head

"I know, sweetie, but don't worry, he told me he'll come back in time for dinner, plus that gives us more time to work on our little surprise, right?"

Hearing that nayuta gasped and got up, all of her previous disappointment had disappeared replaced by hype and determination

"Oh yeah yeah! Look what I did for daddy's day!"

She went over to her backpack and looked inside only to pull out a really cute drawing of the entire family hugging you in the middle of a heart with happy father's day written above of it that she showed to makima

"Awww it looks so cute, it's similar to the one you made for me"

"Yeah!"

".......you even made the same mistake as last time"

Nayuta blushed and defensively held the drawing close to her chest

"I-it's very common......and I figured it out earlier this time"

"Calm down, I was just joking, well I'm sure your dad will love it just like I loved mine"

"And-and look I did this too!"

She pulled out from her backpack a medium-sized banner that she had hand painted herself with the words "happy father's day, daddy!" Written on it

"Oh that's amazing, do you want to hang that up?"

"No I got a better idea look!"

She went over to fenrir, and the dog/devil opened his mouth as soon as he saw the banner, which nayuta then put in his mouth, causing him to hold it up and looking really cute while doing so, his tail wagging happily

"Aww that's even cuter, you've trained him so well"

"Obviously fenrir is the bestest boy ever"

Nayuta had already started petting and playing with him while she said that

"Alright then, I'll start making dinner, you can play a bit more but make sure everything is ready by the time dad gets home ok?"

"Of course mommy! Daddy is gonna have the best birthday ever!"

"..........it's still not his birthday"

"O-oh yeah, I mean father's day, t-that's what I wanted to say from the start"

".....of course sweetie"

[Timeskip brought to you by chibi nayuta playing fetch with fenrir]

In the hours that followed, makima and nayuta spent the time they had left setting up the house for the party. Makima made dinner consisting of all of your favorite dishes, and she even baked a cake for you just as you had done for mother's day

Meanwhile, nayuta continued to train fenrir to hold up the sign and play with him in front of the door, waiting for you to show up. And a few hours later, you did

The moment you started to open the door, nayuta panicked a bit before she quickly put the sign in fenrir's mouth again and put her hands up as soon as she saw you

"Happy father's day daddy!"

You were taken aback by the scene you found when you entered your house, especially by the fact that your dog was happily panting and holding up a sign with exactly what your daughter said written on it but quickly smiled warmly at it

"Oh thank you yuta, I wasn't expecting that"

She quickly ran over to hug you and you did the same while petting fenrir with your other hand

"Here! This is for the best daddy ever!"

She suddenly handed you the drawing she made and you held it tight before ruffling your daughter's hair proudly

"It's amazing, thank you so much"

Nayuta smiled and hugged you again this time even tighter, it was adorable and warm at the same time, you could feel all the love your daughter held for you in that hug

When you pulled back she went over to the couch and pet fenrir praising him for the good job he did

You smiled again and opened your eyes to see makima in front of you this time

"Happy father's day darling"

"O-oh thank you too"

She hugged you too and quickly but passionately kissed your lips, just like before with nayuta all that warm love filled your heart complety and it felt even better

When your wife broke the kiss she held your hand and started guiding you through the living room

"Come here y/n, I have something special for you"

"Oh? I can't wait to see what it is"

When you arrived at the kitchen, you smiled brightly, seeing all the food placed on the table. You recognized all of the dishes. They were your favorite, and you were pretty sure you hadn't even told makima what some of them were, but somehow almost every food you loved was there. Makima had even baked you your favorite type of cake and was placed in the middle of the table

"Thank you so much, you really didn't have to"

"I disagree, you've been working so hard lately plus today celebrates you so this is the least I could do. Also don't think this is your last gift"

As she said that last sentence her voice dropped to a sultry tone that made you blush but still smile

The entire family had dinner together and it was wonderful, you laughed and have fun together while eating, it was a while that you didn't have a family dinner together because of your late arrivals so that was exactly what you needed

After dinner, you all watched a movie. That was something you did basically every night, but you could feel there was something special about tonight

"Here daddy"

You saw nayuta handing you the remote with her small hands

"You choose the movie tonight! It's your day!"

"Oh thank you"

"I agree with her, I want to see your favorite movie too, I'm sure I'll love it too"

You smiled at both of them and grabbed the remote, putting on your personal favorite movie

After the movie was over, you put nayuta to bed, who wished you happy Father's Day one last time as she started drifting off. When you were fully certain she was asleep, you went over to yours and makima's room to find her laying on the bed

"Is nayuta asleep?"

"Yes"

"Good"

You approached makima as she started kissing you passionately. Once the kiss was over, she took a moment to look deeply into your eyes and speak

"Darling, you are such an amazing husband and an amazing father, I know I say this often but......thank you for being in my life, everything is so much easier and better with you around"

"Thank you too, I'm here because I love you, I really really do makima, you're the love of my life and I want to stay forever with you"

Hearing those sweet words, makima pulled you into another deep kiss however she broke this one even faster than the previous one

"However today is about you, and I want you to feel properly loved and celebrated"

She moved one of her hands away from your neck and used it to take off her shirt, revealing her red lacy bra as she winked at you and spoke seductively

"Come take your other gift darling~"

You kissed her again and you threw each other on the bed beginning a night of special passion

[beenbaanbuun]

I need fuel for my addams! Matz delusions soooo.... what are some of darling's personal goals/hobbies? Who is she outside of her relationship with hwa and joong?

Personally I can actually easily imagine her as a webtoon creator for some reason LMAO, I can imagine her taking inspo from her lover's actual lives to add to the lore of the world she's built in her comics, holding a laptop or drawing pad in her lap while she follows hwa around the house.

But that's just me and my headcannons lol

~lyra

i think art would definitely be a big one for darling. she just loves to create things and it’s even better when she gets to show her lovers and they just give her a proud little smile and a kiss on the cheek. you’re so right about taking inspiration from them too!! darling would traipse up to hongjoong one day to show him a sketch of a new character and he can’t help but recognise himself on the page. when he asks about it, you deny it, but he doesn’t quite believe you…

as for other hobbies, i think that darling loves to learn. whenever she’s not with seonghwa or hongjoong (it’s rare, but sometimes it’s unavoidable) you can definitely find her curled up on jongho with a book about some obscure craft that’s she’s decided she absolutely has to learn. she has about 4 languages that she’s trying to wrap her head around, 3 different types of yarn craft, 2 types of old-fashioned board game and a sport that no one has heard of in at least 40 years. seonghwa had joking called her a jack of all trades at one point, hongjoong quickly joining in to tell her that the end of that saying is ‘master of none.’ she might’ve given him a glare for that comment before going back to the rather interesting book she’d found on wood carving. perhaps if she begged hard enough, they’d buy her a set of carving knives…

as for goals, i think her main aim is to find a sense of purpose in life. despite looking and acting like an absolute princess most of the time, she can’t deny that sometimes her mind wanders into pretty complicated territory. why exactly was she put on this earth? what is it that she is supposed to do to leave her mark for the next generation? perhaps that’s why she studies all those different hobbies so hard. maybe she’s hoping that her purpose will just drop into her lap one day. to seonghwa and hongjoong it’s pretty obvious that her purpose in life is to be spoiled by them, but they’re happy to help her in her pursuit of wisdom and enlightenment. after all, if stressing over what you’re supposed to be doing to appease the universe makes you happy, then so be it. they’ll buy you those carving tools.

[chaosherald]

Harding Week Day 6

Farming/Scouting

Thank you @datvcompanionweeks for hosting! (Previous prompts: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5)

Also, Thursday Bangers hosted by @woundedsoul12 (tagged by @jukkaricity @blackwall-my-tiny-husband and @davrinsleftpectoral. Thank you all! Sorry you had to wait!)

Baby I'm so into you // Darling, if you only knew // All the things that flow through my mind - Fantasy by Mariah Carey

Harding X Taash (and Everyone X Watching Their Attractive Friends Spar 😂)

It was a beautiful day. Not unusual at the lighthouse, with its not entirely real light and imitation air. The eternal dream of a mild spring reflected through the lens of ancient magic.

Today, however, the group sparring in the courtyard added to the ambiance. It had started with Davrin and Lucanis and blade work. A graceful, violent dance peppered with shows of strength and dexterity that drew an appreciative audience. Taash then joined the fray, bringing a new energy to the scene and adding to the drama as the three combatants made and broke alliances as they sparred.

Eventually, weapons and layers of clothing were discarded and everything devolved into a wrestling match, much to the delight of all the lighthouse’s other occupants.

Bellara had brought out her writing journal. When inspiration decided to take it's shirt off and roll around in the courtyard, well, who was she to argue?

She sat on one of the incomplete stone walls, nestled between Neve and Rook. Emmrich and Harding stood nearby. Even the Caretaker was visible, hovering at the other side of the impromptu arena.

Yep. The day was beautiful. The view spectacular. The writing, though…

Sighing, Bellara snapped her journal shut. “Guys, I need some help.”

Neve made a sound, a hum with a slight upward inflection. “What do you need, Bel?”

“Well, My noble running away from her arranged marriage needs to meet her love interest in the woods,” Bellara said. “But I need to figure out some reason for them to be out there by themselves.” 

“That's easy,” Harding said, not taking her eyes off the match. Taash had just managed to break a hold Davrin had put them in. “Make the love interest a scout. We go out in the wilderness by ourselves all the time. It's kind of the job.”

“Oh, I'm not sure.” Bellara smiled and half shrugged apologetically. “I just don't know if making the love interest a scout is, you know, sexy enough.”

Harding gasped, looked away from the wrestling match to face Bellara. “Not sexy enough. Not - Bellara!”

“I'm sorry! I don’t mean you aren't sexy, you're amazing, like, totally hot, just the idea of scouting is kind of.” Bellara looked at her fellow mages for support. “I mean, what do you guys think of when you think of scouting? Like, dirt and lots of walking and, I don't know, examining animal spoor, right?”

Rook snorted, shaking her head. “Don't drag us into this.”

Neve patted Bellara's arm. “Seriously. You dug this hole all by yourself, Bel. Besides, how many scouts do you think hang around Docktown? Can't say I have an opinion.”

“Oh, I think it's a splendid suggestion.” Emmrich looked at Bellara, his smile lighting up his face. “The rugged outdoorsman, a gruff but knowledgeable loner who longs for some softness in their life. It's a lovely premise with so much potential.”

Rook grinned at him. “And I'm sure you aren't thinking of anyone in particular.”

“Well, drawing upon one's experiences does add authenticity to a tale, does it not?” 

Bellara tapped her pen against her lips. “That's true, Professor. I have an expert here, she made a suggestion. I should hear her out.” Bellara put her hands on top of her journal, grinning at Harding who was still glowering in her direction. “Give me your pitch. Why should I make the love interest a scout?”

Harding looked slightly mollified, and utterly determined to prove her point, standing in front of Bellara and the others like a general addressing their troops. 

“Just picture it,” she said. “The hero is in danger - bandits, a bear, whatever - she's running, thinking she's all alone and out of options when an arrow comes out of nowhere, hitting the threat right between the eyes.” Harding mimed firing her bow, then tapped her forehead and staggered back dramatically. “The hero looks at the fallen foe and then turns around and - surprise! - there they are. A shadowed figure with a bow, nothing but an appealing silhouette exuding an air of feral mystery and intriguing danger.”

Bellara slowly opened up her journal, setting her pen to the page. “Alright. You have my attention. Keep going.”

Harding walked towards Bellara, smirking as she continued. “More bad guys might be coming. Maybe the scout offers to guide the hero to safety and leads the hero to a secluded overlook. The kind of place where you can see everything but no one can see you. The view is breathtaking, the whole forest spread out before them, glowing in the sunset. The scout then points out something of interest on the ground - a beautiful flower or a useful herb or an interesting track. And when the hero kneels down to get a closer look, the scout grabs them by the horns and shows them exactly where they want to be kissed!”

“Damn, Lace.” 

Bellara had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Harding's face flushed, matching her hair as her brain apparently caught up with what she had just said and who had just heard her say it.

The scout turned around to look up at Taash, standing right behind her. The wrestling match had ended about halfway through Harding's story. The Qunari had their arms crossed and was wearing the biggest grin Bellara had ever seen. “What happens next?”

Bellara paused her writing to watch Harding, curious to see what she would say. She was pretty sure the rest of the group was doing the same.

Harding cleared her throat, and glanced at the others before turning back to Taash and gesturing for them to lean over. Taash obliged, still grinning. Harding stood on her tiptoes, holding Taash’s arm for balance as she whispered something into the Qunari’s ear.

Taash’s grin shifted, their mouth going slightly slack. They stood up, Harding still holding onto their arm. “Huh. Yep. Harding and I are hitting the bath. Don’t wait up.”

Taash started walking towards the bathhouse. Harding looked over at Bellara, quirking a brow. “So. Figured out what you want to do with the love interest yet?”

Bellara was already back to writing. “Oh, they’re going to be a scout. Definitely going with scout. Thanks, Lace.”

Harding grinned. “You are very welcome. Now, if you all will excuse me.” She turned and started walking after Taash. “And you thought scout wasn’t sexy enough. Ha!”

[blackwall-my-tiny-husband]

Thursday Bangers 6/4

Lyric game started and hosted by @woundedsoul12 this week

Rules: Free from a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays)

Baby I'm so into you // Darling, if you only knew // All the things that flow through my mind - Fantasy by Mariah Carey

Very Alternate Universe for this fic c:

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The air was cold in the little village. Zalan breathed it in although his chest still felt tight and locked up. Emmrich would probably say it was stress from fighting, and killing, gods. Viago would tell him it was emotions better packed away where they had no control. Lucanis would say it was everything finally catching up to him, it had been too much to put on someone, and the first talon would know.

Zalan exhaled past the feeling and drank, the liquid warm going down his throat and he looked up with a tired smile as Harding approached. He held out a hand from his spot in the back of some dark little bar some place in southern Tevinter. She rolled her eyes at him but accepted the hand and slid into his tiny booth.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” She teased setting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands, staring pointedly at him and his flask.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He explained, sleep had been hard to come by after killing Elgernan and ruining Levellan’s chances of being with Solas. He shouldn’t have let his temper get the better of him and he should have reasoned with the Dread Wolf instead of choosing to fight the elf. He’d seen the inquisitor just off to the side, eyes wide and pleading and still chosen to lunge for Solas. It had been a mistake, he should have talked with him.

“You have to let it go.” She told him, looking sympathetic. But the look on the woman’s face would haunt him, he’d taken her love from her. He wouldn’t be able to forget it. It swirled with all the other regrets he still held. He’d escaped the prison of Solas’ design but his choices plagued him.

“Lace…” He said her name like a drowning man. He looked up at her soft eyes, she hadn’t moved away, and set a hand on his shoulder so lightly he almost couldn’t feel it.

“It just takes time.” She told him with a quiet sigh. He felt his heart clench at the words. How many times had he heard them after getting back from the prison, after finishing the job Viago had assigned him all those months ago? Too many and he didn’t think they were right. How could they be? Time wouldn’t make him feel better. He nodded though, automatically despite the bile raising in his throat.

Harding leaned away from him and he took another swig of the drink. Capping the flask and tucking it back in his shirt, he looked to the scout.

“Will you ever forgive me?” He asked. The inquisitor and her had been close. He almost wanted to ask the elf the same question but feared the answer would be yes she would forgive him.

“You know I already did. I could never have blamed you.” Her voice was soft and she leaned back over, wrapping her arms around the one arm she could reach. He desperately wanted to press his nose into her hair, he wanted to smell the soft earthy scents that lingered there. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her and all the things he’d wanted to tell her since offering to spend the night with her to keep away nightmares. He had so much Lace Harding flowing through his head that it swam with her.

But he couldn’t. It would hurt him too much to say any of those things out loud now. He tipped the flask- when had that gotten back into his hand- and drained the contents.

Familiar voices were coming unexpectedly from the doorway to the little tavern and he blinked and tried to look over. He thought he succeeded but it was blurry and hard to make out. Harding was leaning away from him again and the panic was pressing in his chest at her withdrawal. She couldn’t leave him, not yet.

But then Davrin was standing in front of his table, Bellara beside him. Bellara let out a little gasp but Zalan ignored her, fumbling with the flask. He shook it desperately but there wasn’t even a splash left. Davrin scooted into the booth beside him while Bellara snatched the flask from his hand bringing it to her nose to sniff. Davrin was in his face, Harding was standing near Bellara in front of the booth looking sad.

“You can’t keep living this fantasy. You know what you have to do.” She said and Zalan could feel his heart break again. Bellara made a noise and Davrin who was trying to get a good look at the crow’s eyes glanced over his shoulder at her.

“It’s Lyrium.” Her eyes were wide and horrified.

“No wonder he looks so bad- he’s been taking that.” Davrin turned back to zalan with a sadness in his eyes, “Come on let’s get you back to the lighthouse.”

But Zalan wasn’t looking at him and instead at the space between the two,

“Harding…” It was a plea, and the scout sadly shook her head. Bellara looked at him then, pulling her attention away from the container in her hands.

“Is that why you disappeared after the gods? Why you’re taking lyrium?” Davrin asked while Bellara looked so sad, eyes shiny with tears, but Zalan was trying to look past her at where Harding had been. Only it was so blurry and he couldn’t tell where she was. Which made more of the panic set in. He needed more lyrium, that would fix it.

“We all miss her Zalan. But she wouldn’t want you doing this to yourself. She’d want you to keep living.” Bellara’s voice wobbled and she looked like maybe she wanted to cry. Zalan couldn’t see the scout at all now and the world was blurry, from the effects of the drug or because of the tears welling up in his eyes he wasn’t sure.

“I just wanted to see her again.” It was mumbled, voice broken. It was hard to see, Davrin might have been trying to wrestle him out of the booth and into his arms but he was numb to it. But it didn’t matter, Lace Harding had died on tearstone, sacrificing herself so everyone could live, and wherever the two elves took him she’d still be dead. Their help wouldn’t fix that.

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Hi welcome to my Worst Case Scenerio AU (jazz hands)

This fic is dedicated to @woundedsoul12 you made me sad so I had to be sad too

Zalan decided since Harding got hurt in solas’ ritual because he took her this time he’d send her to the B team at tearstone to keep her far away from the main fight. This worked super well (definitely) and she died. Because she died he went full scorched earth and chose to fight solas at the end despite Levellan’s pleas because he wanted to blame solas. He feels guilty for this after and leaves the team and antiva after the final battle.

I did play this scenerio out in one of my playthroughs hoping that I’d get some ending credits for beating the game with my LI dead but sadly no (I was really hoping for that flower photo but like the love interest flower wilted or cut so I did it myself)

Gently no pressure tagging (most of you have probably done this but just in case) @davrinsleftpectoral @jukkaricity @chaosherald @hedwigoprah @therivercrow @falcatas @kabsey @therivercrow

[bookwormbynight]

bookworm-san, dear mutual. do you happen to have any more fem! light headcanons/thoughts? for healing, for the soul……… 😌

Darling. Gimme just a second to reread my posts on the AU and get my brain juices going again 🙏

(Also, fun fact: I do actually have my name in my lil bio bit lol! I don't think most people notice.)

Fem!Light during the Yotsuba Arc may have been more aggressive than canon Light about separating herself from a relationship with Misa, simply because it isn't assumed that "well, I'm the one who must have asked... I just can't figure out why" because that's not how her relationship dynamics work. She doesn't remember saying yes, she can't imagine why she would have said yes, Misa is clearly delusional and can fuck right off. Her aggression might be the only reason why Misa wouldn't white-knight his way into stopping the mutual lawlight murder attempt on their first "date" lmao. I can clearly imagine him trying to heroically interject and protect his girlfriend only for Light to shriek "fuck OFF Misa" so 'unfemininely' that it takes Misa a full fifteen minutes to reboot lmao.

This is me projecting because I'm a 100 pound girl with a-cups but I want Light to have small boobs (also canon Light has a flat ass anyway). Let me sexualize my body type for once, gimme that. Tiny lace bralettes, zero cleavage through a shirt neckline, barely a handful of titty and you can probably fit most of the boob in your mouth, but anybody who's interested in her either doesn't notice or actively likes it.

On a related note, average-ish height, like canon, so like 5'4 or 5'5, but small person. If that makes sense. I want people to be able to just pick her up with minimal effort because that means it would happen more often (I have friends who literally just throw me over their shoulders and walk away without asking me first) and she would fucking hate it and I think that's hilarious.

Flats-only girlie. Coward. Until L bullies her into heels for fetish purposes ONCE and Light has trouble walking and it makes her red-faced angry embarrassed which does NOT deter L in the slightest.

I think she'd wear her hair half-up half-down in a neat little clip in the back with bangs, it's very Professional and Pretty and intentionally chosen. She pigtail braids her hair at night Cinderella-style to keep it nice and L finds it annoying. The only time we would see it down in the canon timeline would be in solitary confinement, and the rain + foot scene and proceeding death scene (because that was immediately after).

For her death scene in particular, I think her hair would start up, as it usually is, but it would definitely have gone really askew and fallen out of the clip by the time she dies.

I really can't decide how exactly her relationship with Ryuk would change based on her perception of gender dynamics but I'm absolutely sure it would, whether or not we genderbend Ryuk as well. Idk, someone else help me flesh this one out bc it's all just a nebulous feeling in my head.

The daddy issues. Dude. The daddy issues would be so bad. Like, we already had "I desperately want my dad to think I live up to his expectations of me + dad is too busy with his job all the time to feel like a legit regular part of the family". Now imagine that combined with the fact that Soichiro just assumes Light has Woman Brain. "It's wonderful that you're top of your class and you're getting a degree, all capable women should go to college, but don't you think you should pick a less demanding career path so you won't have such a hard time having a family one day?? It's really sweet that you want to follow in my career path honey but I don't know if this job is good for girls like you". That scene with Namikawa would happen and L would praise her like canon and Soichiro's jaw would fucking drop. Ugh.

On a similar note I absolutely do not think Light would be able to stomach playing up the "I'm JUST a GIRL I CANT be KIRA 🥺🥺🥺" schtick even to draw some of the suspicion off of herself because canon Light already had such a hard time literally just not showing off and now add in fem! Light's inferiority complex. She would get so salty every single time people suggested it's not possible for her to be Kira ""even though I'm not"". The ONLY times she would be willing to play up the canon ditz act is when it makes her look a little careless, NEVER stupid.

[babymetaldoll]

Are you mine? - Chapter 1: I'm a puppet on a string

A/N: Ok guys, here we go! Thank you all for your love and support, and most of all, for waiting for this last book.  Summary: We are starting on season 15 for a little sneak peak of our lovebirds getting ready for their last day at the BAU. Spencer and his cherie have been married for some time now, and things are going great, until they don't, as they usually do. Let's join for a big flashback and understand all that happened from season 9 to season 15 that lead them to their last day at the BAU. Word count: 7.680 words.  Warnings: Alcohol consumption, fluff, angst, confusion and babies.  

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Spencer's point of view

Thomas Merton once wrote, "Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone. We find it with another."

Life has never been this good, not like this. I know I haven't slept well in over seven years, due to the constant demands of parenthood, but I don't mind. In fact, I think I love it. I was not a good sleeper before becoming a dad if we are sincere. But waking up ten times every night to change diapers, check for monsters under the bed, or scoot over and allow my kids to sleep next to me, kicking my ribs for the entire night has never been a problem. Because they are my babies, and I would do anything for my kids.

I no longer have every night during the week to bury my head in hundreds of books. I haven't read more than a few every week since Raven was born, seven years ago. Now, my evenings are filled with baby rambles and kids' voices as we play games and read bedtime stories.

My kids. I never thought I could ever say those words. And now look at me, father of three healthy, bright, and beautiful kids. Not even in my wildest dreams I ever imagined being alive could be so fulfilling. Now I have an honest reason to be a better person every day. My babies. My wife. My family. They are my whole life.

I have everything I ever dreamt of: me and (Y/N) have been married for almost nine years. Nine years of waking up next to her, good morning kisses, and cuddles. I still find it hard to believe that she is my wife. The love of my life. The woman I would die for. Just ask me and I will give up everything for her safety and happiness. Yes, as cheesy as it sounds. And with our career choice, a decision that we've had to make more times than we imagined.

Our eldest daughter, Raven Marie, turned seven this year. She is bright and cheerful. She is just like her mother: a natural leader and the light of my day. Vincent is four years old, and he was born an artist. He loves painting and drawing, especially on the walls when no one is watching. We enjoy our trips to the museum together, even more if we get ice cream afterward. And baby Matilda is just three months old. I love holding her in my arms as she sleeps safe and sound. It makes the whole world stop. And the way her big brown eyes stare at me, I swear she can understand every word I say. The three of them make me feel loved in a way I never even imagined.

We live in a beautiful house just outside town, which is perfect for raising our family. It has a large backyard where our kids can play. It even has a tree, so I plan to build a treehouse next summer, probably with Mikey's and Frank's help.

This is everything I always dreamed of and never thought I could have. That is why (Y/N) and I decided we would never let anything jeopardize what we have accomplished. There is nothing more important to us than our babies.

That is why it's time to leave the BAU for good.

Today is our last day as Supervisory Special Agents with the FBI. And though I always thought if this day ever came, I would be devastated, I'm looking forward to this new stage in our lives. As long as we have each other, everything is going to be ok.

I roll in bed and stare at my darling wife asleep beside me. I take in all her features, nose, and closed eyes fluttering occasionally. There are a few gray hairs already showing, stressing her out. I find them sexy if you ask me. We are already 39 years old, I have a few gray hairs myself. My wife's skin looks so soft, so tempting. I wanna mark her mine again, leaving sweet bruises from her neck to her breasts, which are almost exposed underneath her pajamas. The hickies I did last week are barely visible anymore.

But before I get into action to wake (Y/N) with hot kisses all over her body, sweet blabbing sounds coming from the small crib next to our bed catch my attention. Our baby girl is already awake. It's still too early for Matilda to open her eyes, so I roll in bed and hold my baby daughter, rocking her in my arms as we walk around the room.

- "Good morning, Jelly Bean."- I whisper and kiss her forehead- "Thank you for almost letting us sleep through the night last night. Your mom and I have a decisive day today."- Tilly stares at me with her big chocolate eyes and smiles as her tiny finger holds mine tight.

- "Yes baby. Today is your parent's last day working at the BAU, after over fifteen years of service for your mom and seventeen for me."

The words should shock me, or maybe even cause angst or pain. But nothing could be farther from the truth. I'm excited to become a full-time professor at Georgetown, come home every night, and spend time with my kids. No more travels unless they are on vacation, no more chasing psychopaths. I'm ready to leave that life behind me and take care of my loved ones daily.

I walk around the house, enjoying how it's still silent. Holding Tilly close against my chest, I open Vincent's door and watch him sleeping on his little bed. I walk over and cover him with his blanket, knowing in about forty minutes he will be running downstairs, demanding breakfast. Today is hotcakes Friday, I could start the batter and get the coffee ready after I put an eye on the kids.

I head to Raven's room and find her awake. She is sitting on her bed, holding her teddy bear hidden behind Moby Dick.

- "Birdie, what are you doing awake? it's six in the morning"- I whisper as I walk over to her and she widens her eyes, clearly busted.

- "Sorry dadda. I just woke up. I swear."

- "What happens when we don't get enough REM sleep?"- I ask her as I sit by her side, and take her book from her tiny hands.

- "It interferes with memory formation, altering my learning process."

- "Very good. So if you know why you must have nine hours of sleep, why are you awake so early?"- my older daughter giggles and hides underneath her blanket for a moment. I wait for her to show me her face one more time as she whispers.

- "I wanted to know what happened to the giant whale."

- "But this is our bedtime story, Raven. We have to read it together every night."- I try to look serious, but frankly, I feel so proud. I love being able to share my passion for reading with my daughter. Raven fixes her pillow underneath her head and covers herself with her purple blanket.

- "But I'm no longer sleepy, dadda."

- "Just close your eyes for a bit, Birdie. Try to rest and I'll make breakfast. I'll call you when the food is ready, ok?"

- "Can we read two chapters tonight, dadda? Please?"- she looks at me with pleading eyes as I place the book back on her bedside table.

- "Only if you get some more sleep now, ok?"

- "Fine... good night dadda... or is it good morning already?"- I chuckle and kiss her forehead.

- "If you are going to sleep, we still say good night, birdy."

Sometimes I'm sure I'll wake up alone at my old apartment, all this would have been a dream. I never imagined I would love something or someone more than I loved my work. The FBI was my life for so long. But this, my babies, my wife sleeping safe and sound in our house, that means more than anything I could ever achieve at the bureau.

(Y/N)'s point of view

I wake up in bed and immediately feel the cold, empty space beside me, and I don't like it. I'm used to waking up with the warmth of Spencer's arms around me or any of my kids hovering over the covers or sleeping on me. But not today. Today, I am alone on this gigantic bed, and neither my children nor my husband are in sight.

The sweet sound of my kids' laughter somewhere in the house and the smell of hotcakes catches my attention in a second. I could get used to waking up like this. No text warning me that we have to catch a serial killer. No one is trying to hurt my family. No psycho plotting to ruin our lives. Just us in our house, living our sweet dreams.

The last couple of years have been rough, to call it somewhat. Everything we ever tried to avoid from working at the BAU hit us. For a moment it felt like everything that could go wrong, did. And when I say "everything", I mean it. But I don't wanna think of those dark times, I don't wanna start this last day with sorrow. I wanna start it with coffee, hotcakes, and sweet kisses from my babies.

- "Something smells extra good in here!"- I walk into the kitchen and find Spencer flipping hotcakes in a pan, as Raven and Vincent are sitting at the table, eating already and chatting nonstop. My husband smiles as I walk to him and kiss his lips sweetly.

- "How are you today Tilly?"- I whisper as I stare at her, she is asleep against Spencer's chest, in a baby wrap we got when Raven was born, and that my husband loves beyond life itself. Try to take it from him, it's impossible. He loves carrying our kids around in that thing. And when they are too old to fit in, he just carries them on his shoulders or arms all over.

- "One day they will be too big or too embarrassed to be seen like that with me"- he explained to someone, probably some of my aunts or cousins, who argued he was spoiling them rotten. - "And I wanna enjoy every chance I get before we reach that point in life."

Now, if you ask me, I don't think our kids will ever get tired of their dad. They love him too much.

- "Mama! dadda made chocolate chip hotcakes!"- Vinny is clearly running on sugar right now- "They are tasty!"

- "I'm sure they are! They smell delicious!"- I grab a cup and fill it with freshly made coffee- "Can I get you more coffee, hon?"

- "Yes, please ma cheriè."- I pour two cups and add sugar to my husband's as he prepares a dish with hotcakes and scrambled eggs for me and one for him as well.

- "Someone went an extra mile with this breakfast today. Thank you hon"- I kiss him again and take both dishes.

- "It's a special day. You deserve the best breakfast."

- "Well, I'm gonna cook you the best dinner then" - I wink at him and look at our kids- "Are you ready for school, Birdie?"

- "Yeah. I'm excited because in math we are starting to do multiplications! Finally!"- our daughter is honestly happy about math, which I know she didn't get from me.

- "Multiplications? Why were you looking forward to that?"- Spencer asks her, as I help Vinny cut his hotcakes.

- "Because Uncle Frank said we are good at multiplication in this family, so I wanna learn all about it."

I keep my poker face and nod at my oldest daughter, trying to pinpoint any kind of scenario where Frank might have said that to her. Spencer stares at me with wide-open eyes as he clears his throat and sips his coffee.

- "Yeah, math is really fun!"- that's all I can say- "Which is your favorite subject, Vinny?"

- "Art"- I am not shocked.

- "Are you planning on making a new drawing for my desk?"- Spencer asks our son, who takes a few seconds to reply and gives him an honest answer.

- "No, Aunty Lu asked me to do one for her fridge, because her baby can't draw anything yet."- I smile and nod.

- "We should work on that drawing this weekend then."- I say to my boy and kiss the top of his head. I love that my kids know Lu, Frank, and Mikey are also family.

Lu got married a few years ago and last month she had her first baby. I haven't seen her in a few weeks because things have been crazy for both of us, but we text daily. A lot has changed, but our friendship remains the same. Mikey got married as well, to a girl he met at work. They have been together for five years and have a baby girl. I have never seen him this happy before, and it fills my heart with joy to know he is living the life he always dreamed of.

Meanwhile, Frank is still single. Not shocking news, I know. He has a steady girlfriend though, and they are very happy. He and Tarah have been together since Spencer and I got married, and they have the cutest dogs and cats I've ever seen.

- "Ok kids, let's get ready for school."- I put the dishes in the sink and watch our kids run upstairs. Spencer smiles as he finishes his last sip of coffee and I walk to him to take Tilly in my arms.

- "I'm gonna get this little lady ready to spend the day with Nana Sofia so you can take a quick shower, ok?"

- "Thank you, ma cherie."

- "No, thank you for breakfast, Daddy."- I whisper and kiss his coffee-tasting lips as he stares at me, raising an eyebrow subtly. I am teasing him, and I know it. But I can't help it. I love it when he stares at me with those hungry eyes.

- "We have some extra time, in case you wanna join me in the shower."- Spencer whispers and stands in front of me, wrapping his arms around mine, and moving his hands up and down my back, underneath my pajamas.

- "Mom!!"- Raven yells from upstairs- "Vinny got back into his bed and said he won't go to school today!"

- "Hold that thought until tonight."- I sigh and peck his lips- "Take that shower while I get the kids ready."

- "Fine, but you owe me, Mrs. Reid."- I chuckle at his words and shake my head, walking out of the kitchen with our baby secure in my arms.

- "Dr. Reid, I'm keeping count, and as far as I remember, you owe me, big time."

Spencer's point of view

As I drive to our last day at work after dropping the kids at school and Tilly with (Y/N)'s mom, I start to do the math of how many times I've driven us to work in the last few years. Plus all the times I took the subway to get there, before we got married. I know during all those times I never imagined how the last time would feel like. I never even imagined this day would ever come until Raven was born. Ever since I knew she was coming, I seriously considered dropping the life I knew to do anything else. Something that didn't include putting my and my wife's life in danger daily.

After we got married, (Y/N) and I spent a few years trying to catch up with all the time we wasted not confessing our feelings. There wasn't much left to know about each other that we didn't deal with being friends, but being a couple was a completely different thing. Our job came with certain unconventional situations, to call it somewhat. Like the day I realized how badly I wanted to be a dad, after delivering a baby in front of an unsub.

It happened almost eight years ago, not long before we discovered we were going to become parents for the first time. I remember I was out for a drink with Rossi, who had taken very seriously his job to help me transition from a single man with no clue about dates, to a man married to the woman of his dreams.

That night he took me to one of his favorite bars, which apparently had seen better days. It was old, dirty, and mostly empty, except for a very old guy singing karaoke at the back of the room, and some regulars.

- "That's where I saw Carolyn for the first time."- Dave pointed at a table in a corner, where a guy seemed to have passed out. I widened my eyes and looked at him, not impressed.

- "No offense, Rossi, but this place is kind of a dump."- of course, he was offended.

- "Oh, back then it wasn't."- he argued and tried to sell me the place - "Back then, the biggest names would come here: Creedence, The Eagles, Chicago. It was a Marine bar. They played for us jarheads."

- "What was Carolyn doing here?"- I asked, trying to focus on the story and not on the number of bacteria in every glass in that bar.

- "Waiting for Ringo."- Rossie replied as I stared at him surprised. - "Beatlemania was no joke. I mean, it would make the women crazy. She'd write them a letter once a week, begging the band to come visit."

I smiled thinking that sounded like something (Y/N) might have done as well, though instead of writing letters, she would tweet her favorite band and spam them with messages begging for a show in town.

- "Did they ever come?"- I asked and Rossi nodded, with a smile.

- "Ringo did, after his divorce. But luckily, Carolyn met me first. But that's how we all became friends."- I was about to add something when the waitress arrived with our second round.

- "Devil honey for Dave and a light beer for the kid."- I smiled at her and whispered a shy thank you as she left the bottle in front of me. I was about to sip it when the sound of a text message coming from David's phone reminded me duty ruined most of our fun times.

- "Oh, on second thought, Helen... it's Garcia."- Rossi announced and looked at me.

- "So much for a night off."- I sighed and left the bottle back on the table, untouched.

- "You better bring us the bill."

- "Ok. That'll be 10 bucks."- the waitress replied quickly, and I moved to grab my wallet, but David stopped me.

- "No, you can charge us for the drinks we didn't have. Drinks are on me, kid."

- "Everything's marked down until it's all gone."- the waitress announced and showed us a banner announcing Rossi's favorite place was closing in a few days.

- "Oh, you can't close! This place is history!"- he argued immediately, shocked by the news.

- "Unfortunately, Dave, history doesn't pay the bills."- Helen, the waitress, replied and shook her head as Rossi sighed, defeated.

- "Marines used to be big business!"- he said and looked at me, I don't know if waiting for words of support or just trying to convince me.

- "Still are. That's why three new bars opened up across the street."- Helen explained and then asked- "What's that thing they say about competition?"

- "It breeds success?"- I told her, but she cut me off.

- "It sucks."

- "Well..."- Rossi stood up and I followed, grabbing my jacket- "Keep the change."

- "Thank you, Dave."- Helen smiled and looked at him for a few seconds, giving him a knowing look, and then walked away.

- "I hate to see this place go."- Rossi said to me as he stood there, staring around him at all the memories he had in that place. I tapped on his shoulder and walked out of the bar.

- "We could come back again after we solve this case."- I suggested, trying to cheer him up. - "Bring the rest of the team, enjoy one last drink here. I'm sure (Y/N) and García would love to hear all the stories this place has."

When we reached the BAU that night, (Y/N) was already there with Blake, García, and Hotch. I walked toward my wife and held her hand.

- "Ma cherié, did you get to enjoy your evening at home?"- I whispered and she sighed.

- "I prepared the perfect bathtub, got myself a glass of wine, and I had a brand new book to enjoy. And it all went to waste."- she pouted and I ran my thumb down her cheek a few times, caressing her soft skin.

- "I'm sorry, chipmunk."- the rest of the team joined us in the briefing room, which forced us to be professional and move from each other a little bit- "We could take a bath together after we solve this case."

- "That sounds so nice." - (Y/N) sighed and smiled at me. - "How was your night out with Rossi?"- she asked as we sat around the table in the briefing room.

- "We had fun, we have to go to the bar he took me"

- "Was it good?"

- "No, actually it was old and dirty, but it's his favorite and it's closing."- she chuckled as Rossi turned to me, from the other side of the table, looking absolutely offended.

- "It's a very respectable place! You are lucky you visited it!"

- "That's why I'm telling my wife we should go!"- I replied, doing my best not to laugh. I knew he was affected by the closing news.

- "And we will, you don't have to tell me twice."- (Y/N) said quickly- "If there is booze and Rossi approves, I'm dying to go."

That case was in Boston, a psychotic was on the loose and had already killed three men and stolen their wallets. Though nothing tied the victims together, our guy was on a mission, and it was more likely to strike again before we got there.

We were already in the jet, going through the briefs and trying to find anything that could lead us to find this guy quickly.

- "We need to determine where he's finding his victims."- Hotch said, and I locked eyes with my wife, who was sitting next to me.

- "Geographically speaking, none of the victims live near one another, but they were all killed downtown, which is where the unsub likes to operate."- I said as she nodded, but before (Y/N) could say something, Blake commented.

- "That fits with where Maxford works, but not with the other two victims."

- "His area of control, while relatively small, includes a number of residential and commercial buildings."- I started rambling out loud.

- "Can you do the math that might help us?"- my wife suggested.

- "Well, factoring in a 3-mile radius in a city with a population of 636, 479 over 48.28 miles, we're looking at approximately 39,549.23 people living in his comfort zone."- I blurted out and (Y/N) kept staring at me with a sweet smile, as the rest of the team looked at each other like I was a freak.

- "How many of them are male?"- Morgan asked me and I replied in a blink.

- "18.944,08."

- "Garcia, start with the victim's known associates."- Hotch commanded as I felt (Y/N)'s hand on mine, intertwining our fingers.

- "Your brain is so fucking hot"- my wife whispered and I chuckled, embarrassed- "I love hearing you do math on anything."

- "Never let her go, kid"- Rossi overheard her words and smiled at us. I guess so did JJ, 'cos she looked at us with a funny stare in her eyes before standing up and walking to the kitchen to get herself a cup of tea.

Our guy was Tanner Johnson, and he was in fact, on a mission. He wanted to gain his ex-wife's trust back again to prove to her that he could take care of her and her new baby after their 10-year-old Jeremy had died. He wanted to be a good father, and in a way to protect everybody who lived under his roof, he started killing people who he thought were a bad influence for them and even kept a scrapbook, filled with proof of his murders.

I remember being in a van with Morgan, on our way to Mrs. Johnson's house, where she was being kept against her will by our unsub. (Y/N) was with JJ and Blake in another van, as Rossi and Hotch stayed back at the station, watching the surveillance cameras Tanner kept, still streaming everything that was happening in his old family home.

We just made it in time before Mrs. Johnson had the baby, and I was glad for once I had memorized all of the delivery manuals I had come across when JJ was pregnant, just in case she went into labor on the field.

- "Hannah, how far apart are your contractions?"- I put my gun down as I stood in front of Mrs. Johnson and Tanner, who had a knife against her throat. Morgan kept pointing at him, but I knew he didn't have a clean shot.

- "They're constant!"- the poor woman in labor screamed in pain. I looked at Derek and shook my head. I knew I had to do something quickly.

- "The baby's coming now!"- I announced the obvious, knowing the entire team was listening, and hoped for the best.

- "Look, man, your baby is about to be born. Now, we want to help you, but you need to put that weapon down."- Morgan tried to dialogue with Tanner, but it was impossible. He wasn't going to cooperate.

- "No! This is my child! I'm not leaving it!"- the unsub shouted, so I slowly moved closer, put on a pair of gloves, and took a deep breath staring at Mrs. Johnson, trying to get her to mimic my breathing.

- "Hannah, I need you to breathe deeply. Breathe deeply."-

I kneeled in front of her and did my best to look as confident as possible, though deep down I was so freaked out I was hoping I wasn't going to keep any memories of that moment.

- "Hannah, I need you to start pushing..."- I whispered, but she refused.

- "I can't."

- "Yes, you can, baby, just like with Jeremy."- the unsub tried to help, but she didn't want anything from him.

- "This is not helping!"- Hanna mumbled under her breath, she was in so much pain that I knew I had to find a way to get him away from her as soon as possible.

- "Tanner, you need to let her go. The stress isn't good for the baby. If Hannah doesn't start pushing now we could lose the child."- I commanded him, but he kept the knife against her neck and refused to move.

- "I have to watch him. I have to keep him safe."- he argued and stared at me as if I was a threat to the baby's security.

- "Like you did with Ashley?"- Derek caught his attention, which left me focused on the baby.

- "That was an accident. I didn't mean to."- Tanner mumbled

- "I know you didn't. Accidents happen. What happened with Jeremy was an accident, right?"- Derek continued talking, and I knew he had hit a very sensitive string in the unsub. It could only help us or put the baby's safety in jeopardy.

- "If I'd have been there I could have helped him."- Tanner was taken by those words and his whole shift. That was the key to helping Hanna. So I took advantage of his concern.

- "Guys, something's wrong."- I tried my best to look convincing. - "The umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's throat."- I didn't want to trouble Hanna, but I had to do something.

- "No!"- Tanner yelled right away, as well as his poor wife.

- "Well, Reid, do something."- Morgan got it right away, and kept his eyes glued on Tanner as I continued lying.

- "I need something to cut the cord with, quickly!"

My words came as urgent as it was needed, and Tanner didn't hesitate to give me the knife to cut the cord. In two seconds, Morgan grabbed him and started taking him out of the room, as the unsub yelled and tried to fight back. Just then, (Y/N) walked in with JJ and Blake, and she quickly kneeled next to me.

- "Don't worry, Hannah, your baby's doing fine, but you need to keep pushing. Ready?"

- "Medics are on their way."- my wife announced, but I shook my head and continued doing my work.

- "We can't risk moving her now. We'll have to deliver the baby here."

- "Oh, God!"- Hanna yelled and (Y/N) quickly held her hand after putting a pillow underneath her back.

- "It's gonna be ok, Hanna, trust him, he is a doctor."- I looked at my wife for a second and though I knew she meant it as words of reassurance for the victim, they worked for me as well.

- "Come on! squeeze her hand as hard as you can and push"- I said and watched her struggle to do it.

- "Oh, I can't. I can't."

- "Yes, you can! You're doing great!"- (Y/N) said and rubbed Hanna's hand on her- "You are amazing!"

- "Yes! you're doing great. I can see the head! Keep pushing! Keep pushing!"

It didn't take much for the baby to come out. I held him in my hands, (Y/N) helped me cut the umbilical cord, and we wrapped him in a blanket that was lying around on a couch. Medics arrived and took care of Hanna while my wife held the newborn with tears in her eyes.

- "You are amazing Spencer."- she whispered as the two of us kept our eyes on the baby- "I can't believe you just did that."

- "I wouldn't have done it without you, ma cherie."- I replied and kissed her temple.

- "You are not delivering our babies, by the way."- she said after a few seconds and chuckled- "I'm gonna need all the epidural they can give me."

And just like that, the thought was inside my brain like a disease that wouldn't stop spreading. It wasn't like I hadn't thought about having babies with (Y/N). I had imagined a future with her in many ways possible. And that was exactly the point: at that moment in our lives, it was possible. And the overwhelming amount of things that could go wrong was impossible to overlook. They were there each time I looked at her.

Ever since we got married, the possibility of having kids has been present in our lives. We weren't officially trying, but I knew it was something we were both thinking about. And for a moment, it was perfect. Until I remembered there was a chance our kids could inherit my mother's schizophrenia. I know that disease tends to run in families, and though studies show there is no single gene to be responsible, the possibility of having kids with that disease was real. And I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I ever put (Y/N) through any painful situation.

So I tried not to bring the subject up after we came back home, and for a few days, it worked. Until, well, it didn't.

(Y/N)'s point of view

I knew there was something wrong with Spencer as soon as we hopped back into the jet from Boston. He delivered that baby and something triggered him. I didn't want to pressure him, so I acted like a good wife and let him process the events at his own pace. I assumed it had something to do with the whole experience of delivering that kid and the fact we had talked a few times about having our own little family, but probably that whole moment had been eye-opening for him.

What if he didn't want to have kids anymore? What if he wasn't as ready as I felt? I was ready to quit taking the pill. I wanted to start trying to get pregnant. I wanted a little Spencer to love and take care of. Teach them all the things I knew. Watch them grow... I was fully ready to be a mom, and somehow I was scared to bring it up to Spencer. I was afraid he didn't want to anymore.

And then, the team made sure to force us into the conversation the Friday night we were all out together. We were at Rossi's favorite marine bar, the one he had brought my husband earlier in the week. Penelope and I gathered a bunch of people from the FBI and invited them over to say farewell to a piece of Washington's history. We also told them Rossi was buying the drinks, which explains why it was packed.

- "So, let's toast"- I said and raised my glass. The entire team and my husband were there with me, to enjoy our free night- "To spend more evenings together with family."

- "And to Dr. Spencer Reid, who may be adding M. D. to an already impressive list of credentials."- Hotch added, looking at my husband, who blushed, embarrassed.

- "And to Spencer Johnson, may he prove to be the child prodigy like his namesake."- Derek added- "I'm shocked there is a kid named after you out there before you two even have your first baby."

I know I smiled because little Spencer was a very cute and healthy baby, and I was (and still am) proud my husband helped deliver him. But the guys didn't stop teasing us after that.

- "And when are we going to have baby geniuses running around the BAU?"- Garcia asked- "I am ready to start knitting and spoiling your kids!"

- "Yeah, I'm surprised you haven't knocked your wife up already!"- and Morgan was on board with the joke- "I mean, are you doing things properly?"

- "Stop!!"- I nearly covered my ears with my hands

- "Emily said she'd happily fly from London just to assist with the baby shower I'm throwing you."

- "Penelope, I am not even pregnant yet."- I tried to reason with her, but it was useless.

- "You just said so, yet. But you will. Please! you'd make the cutest little munchkins!"- Garcia stared at me pouting.

- "Come on, don't pressure them."- Hotch tried to be the voice of reason, but it was impossible.

- "I'm sure Henry would love having a little cousin"- JJ smiled at us and sipped her drink.

- "Come on! This night is not about us."- Spencer chuckled, clearly awkward with the conversation, and raised his glass of whisky- "To Dave Rossi!"- and luckily, everybody else followed.

- "I still can't believe you guys did this."- Dave was surprised the place was packed

- "We wanted to make sure you had one last proper goodbye."- I assured him and felt his arm around me.

- "Grazzie, carissima!"

- "And I may or may not have posted on the Quantico message boards that all the drinks are on you tonight."- Garcia confessed, making us all laugh, busted.

- "And they are, indeed. Thank you very much!"- Dave added and we all raised our glasses again. The guys continued talking, but Spencer's eyes captured my whole attention. He was staring at his hands, holding his glass. He seemed concerned about something he clearly was overthinking. So I let David's arm go and walked closer to my husband.

- "Are you ok?"- I whispered, resting my hand on top of his. He slightly jumped and looked at me, surprised.

- "Yeah, sorry. I zoned out a little. I'm exhausted."

- "Do you wanna go home?"

- "No, it's Rossi's night..."- Spencer smiled with his teeth, but not with his eyes.

- "The guys..."- but before I could continue talking, I felt JJ's hand grabbing me and my husband and crawling us to the stage.

- "Come on guys!! Karaoke time!"- she commanded, as she gave us a mic, and Rossi started singing Billy Joey's "Piano Man". I looked around me, chuckling, 'cos the whole scene was surreal. The entire FBI quarters was in that bar, drinking and singing along as my friends and I sang karaoke. And Hotch even made a video.

Spencer held my hand as he tried to read the lyrics of The Piano Man, and I stared at him remembering the day he proposed. That was one of the most romantic things he had ever done. And watching him sing karaoke in that bar brought me back a million memories. We had grown so much already, that I felt we were ready to take our relationship to the next level: parenting. But somehow, I was scared to ask my husband if he wanted to have a baby with me.

As the night progressed, and Penelope got drunker and drunker, she continued to ask us about kids. She was very excited and eager to become an aunt. Apparently, our baby geniuses were what her life was lacking. Rossi was pretty drunk too, he sang a lot of Sinatra and even dragged Hotch on stage with him for a duet. I had a few whiskeys myself trying to find the courage to face my husband, who had a few drinks as well but kept doing his best to mask the fact something was bothering him.

Until I couldn't stand it anymore.

- "Ok, come here."- I grabbed Spencer's hand and dragged him through the crowd. I heard Morgan teasing us but I paid little attention to what he said. I just looked for a quiet spot in that packed bar, which ended up being the alley outside and asked my husband.

- "What is hunting that pretty brain of yours?"- and he stared at me with wide-opened eyes, trying to come up with something to deny what was obvious to me.

- "How much did you drink, chipmunk? I'm ok."

- "No you are not, you haven't been ok since we came back from the last case. So come on, spit it. I don't wanna dance around this for days until we both do something stupid or say something hurtful. Just say it, what is eating you alive?"

Spencer stared at me and finished his drink- a light beer- his eyes were so sweet and yet filled with fear. What was so scary that he couldn't share with me?

- "I hate that you know me so well sometimes"- he whispered and looked down at his shoes

- "No you don't. You love it."- I teased him and smiled as I walked closer and rested my hands on his waist- "Come on honey bunny. You know you can tell me anything."

- "I know."

- "So? Are you gonna tell your wife what's wrong?"- I whispered and Spencer finally looked at me. His puppy eyes could melt the coldest heart, and make my knees shake.

- "Let me ask you this"- he whispered after a few seconds of a very deep silence- "When you married me, did you ever think that my family's illness history might affect our kids?"

I stared at him confused. Which was that illness' history he was talking about? As far as I knew, it was just his mother's schizophrenia. Was there something else he never told me about?

- "What?"- I simply asked and Spencer stared at me like the answer was obvious- "You mean Diana?"- he nodded and looked back at his feet again, embarrassed he brought it up.

- "I just... can't stop thinking I could never forgive myself if our kids inherit any of..."- he stopped talking and shook his head, unable to even finish that sentence.

- "Where is this coming from? Why are you thinking about these kinds of things?"

I held his hand and kissed it, his eyes were still glued to his feet, not moving. A few curls of hair fell down his forehead, giving him an angelic look.

- "I never even considered it, Spencer. Not even once. Every time I think about our kids, I dream of them running around, catching bugs, and eating cookies"- I tell him my truth. I never considered Diana's schizophrenia as something we could even think about when it came to our kids. Why should we? You can't predict any disease and fear was not going to stop me from having my own family.

Spencer held my left hand and kissed my ring finger, a sweet gesture he did quite often, especially when something was troubling him.

- "I would never forgive myself if any of them inherited a disease from me."- the way Spencer whispered those words, so slowly, so scared. It moved me.

- "Honey, you won't..."

- "I just don't want to ruin their life"- his eyes filled with tears and his voice broke. My husband was honestly concerned about something that we couldn't even control. And I knew that meant that idea was eating him alive.

I remember walking with him from the back alley of a bar to our car parked on the other side of the street. It was late and everyone at the party was already drunk, so I didn't bother saying goodbye or telling anyone we were leaving.

Spencer and I sat in the back seat of our car and I held both of his hands as he kept trying not to cry. His jaw was tightened and his eyes glassy. It made me feel so guilty. My husband had been chewing those torturous thoughts the entire week, and I had been blind enough to think he was merely second-guessing having kids with me.

- "Spencer, I need you to look at me."- I whispered and held a finger underneath his chin, forcing his eyes to focus on mine. He bit his lip as I did my best to remain calm.

- "This is important, so please give your entire attention and eidetic memory."- I tried to joke, but he didn't smile or even move his face as I spoke.

- "Ever since I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, there hasn't been a day where I haven't thought of how amazing it would be having kids with you."- I said, and tears started falling from his eyes as I spoke. I had to pause and rearrange my thoughts, because watching him so affected made me think I was doing something wrong.

- "And you know that was way before we even started dating. Which means I've dreamed about having kids with you for a long time. And never, and I mean never, the thought of them inheriting any kind of trait from either of us has made me second guess or reconsider my dreams. I want a family with you, Spencer Walter Reid. I want to have your babies. I want to carry your children, a lot of them, as many as we can."

My husband cried and sobbed as I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me. I didn't know what to do or what to say next. I just wanted to take all the pain away from him.

- "I just... I just want to make you happy."- he mumbled against my neck as I kept running my fingers through his hair and trying my best to be the support he needed at that minute.

- "You already make me happy, Spencer."- I kissed his cheek, not moving an inch away from him- "And I know our kids will make me even happier."

- "I just wish I knew they are going to be healthy."

- "They will be."- I assured him, not giving it much thought.

- "But how do you know?"

- "You are gonna be their dad. You will never let anything bad happen to them."- I affirmed, though it sounded more like an order to fate. - "And I'm gonna be their mom, I will always take care of our babies."

- "You are not scared?"- he asked softly and looked at me with teary eyes.

- "The only thing that scares me to death is the idea of you not wanting to have babies with me."- I confessed, and though he was the one crying, I felt embarrassed sharing my deepest fear.

- "I want so many babies with you. I've thought about it since we met."- my husband answered, and for a second, he smiled at me- "I was scared to bring it up, but... I'm so ready to be a dad."

- "Then please, let me make you a dad."- I was so eager to change his mood and lift his spirits, that I was almost ready to do it right there, in the back seat of our car. His lips found mine, and we sealed our pack, as his arms wrapped me tight and held me close to him.

We were finally ready to start our little family.  

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[captainwolf]

Chapter 5: A Crocodiles Tears

Tw: blood, ptsd, wound care, pain, cursing, anxiety attack

Summary: Hook makes a choice between loving you or his reputation with the crew

He didn’t mean it. He couldn’t have.

Later, after you drove the braves and lost boys back to their place, you seized your chance to sneak away from the group and went down to mermaid lagoon. Your mind was distracted ever since. Constantly racing in disbelief at the captains words. For some odd reason you seemed to get along with one of them and it helped to vent to her but sadly when you arrived she was nowhere to be found. With a sigh, you sat down on the edge of the rock, removed your mud scuffed boots, and dipped your aching feet into the water below.

Reminiscing on what Hook had said, you tried to figure out how to deal with this sudden change in his behaviour. The leaves of the brush behind you rustled, snapping you out of your deep thoughts. You grabbed your sword, drawing it as you turned behind you to face your intruder.

“Oh, it’s you.” You stated,slightly relieved it wasn’t a threat. It was Hook. You put away your sword and relaxed as he stepped forward with an outstretched hand to you. You ignored his gesture and turned your back to him. Tears of anger and pain still fresh on your tired face.

“I don’t want this for you, y/n. It’s a hard life and I’m a-,” he glanced to his hook that once was his left hand. “-a broken man. I wish I could give you that and to be more, but I know it’s an impossible dream.” Hook rambled on, standing behind you. “It’s pan and his ridiculous games that have blinded me with revenge all these years!”

Without warning an arrow shot from the brush. It was a lost boy from nearby, hidden in the forest. You felt a sudden pain in your chest and fell as you grabbed it instinctively. You opened your eyes to find that the arrow had struck deep. Dizzy from the pain, your gaze slowly drifted up to see Hook staring down at you. You were in his arms, but how? He must’ve caught you. Blood poured out of the wound through your shirt. Eyes widened, Hook was panic stricken as he stared the crimson stain. You could hear his heart beating so loud in his chest from the fear. Wincing in pain, you leaned up with one hand as the other held pressure to the wound.

“Hook? Hey, captain? James?” You called out, but it was no use. You needed his help to get the arrow out so you could patch it up. When waving a hand and calling his name didn’t work, you kissed him to try and bring his attention back. His eyes softened and his breathing slowly returned to normal. It worked.

“Look at me. I need your help. Please, James.” You begged, pressing your forehead to his as you held his gaze. He didn’t reply but only nodded. Quickly you made your move and instructed him to pull the arrow out while looking away. You guided his hand to the shaft and made sure he had a tight grip before giving the order.

“Fucking hell be damned!” you yelled out in pain; startling Hook. He glanced to look at the bloody arrow then to you. Faint from it all, you collapsed.

“Oh no! Y/N, I’m so sorry!” Panic stricken again; he rushed over to you. “No,no. Don’t you dare leave me. Stay with me.”

You were amazed at how he had quickly overcome his fear of the blood; at least when it came to you being hurt. Hook carefully cradled you in his arms, unsure of what to do.

“You’re the only one who can make this old pirate believe again. You have a heart of the purest gold and I don’t want to lose you.” He confessed, voice cracking as he held back tears. “I want to wake next to you every morning, y/n. Stand beside you at the helm and fight alongside you during the day. See the stars shine in your eyes when you talk of your dreams in the late nights. Only you; my sweet darling.”

Weakly, you reached up to wipe the tears from his face that he had failed to stop from falling.

“There you are, my love.”

The captain smiled through the tears as he took your hand in his and held it tight. He held you close against his chest as you slowly began to lose consciousness from the pain. Seeing you fade, Hook began to panic again, gently shaking you to keep you alert. Then it dawned upon him.

The ship! There was medicine on the ship that Smee had traded with Tiger Lily. He swiftly stood up with you in his arms and carried you back through the forest to the ship.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Playing Pretend (Part 2)

Drinks before dinner get uncomfortable- and exciting- quickly.

Roy Kent x Reader

2.1k words

Warnings: Language, alcohol, a smidge of angst because that's what happens when your sister marries your ex

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“I thought the big fancy dinner was tomorrow,” Roy mumbled as he pulled a dress shirt out of his suitcase and held it up to check for wrinkles.

After settling into the room you’d be sharing for the weekend, the two of you had spent about an hour laying on the bed next to each other and reading the books you’d each brought before you informed him that it was time to get ready for dinner.

“Oh, it is,” you agreed, pulling out a dress from your own luggage. “Tonight’s just family. My parents and sisters, Jim’s parents.” You paused, looking up at Roy. “You, apparently.”

Roy rolled his eyes and tugged off the Richmond sweater he’d worn on the drive. You blushed, averting your eyes from his wooly chest to focus on the dress in your hands. “Fucking rich people,” he muttered.

A scoff escaped your lips. “Roy, you’re rich,” you reminded him. “You drive a car that costs more than I make in a year.”

“Hey, you told me you like that car.” He buttoned up his shirt and posed. “How do I look?”

You couldn’t help but melt a little as you looked at him in his black dress shirt and equally black jeans. “Perfect.” Realizing you’d been staring for a moment too long, you tightened your grip on your dress. “Be right back.” You stepped into the bathroom attached to the room you’d be sharing with Roy- something you tried not to think too hard about- and changed into the dress. Frustration crossed your mind when you realized you couldn’t quite reach the zipper. “Roy!” you called.

“What?” came his gruff voice.

You poked your head back into the bedroom. “Can you help me with the zipper?”

An expression you couldn’t quite read crossed his face. “Can’t you, I dunno, go ask your mum or your sister to help you?”

“Come on, Roy.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. This is a boyfriend job. How would it look if I go ask my mum to help me with my dress when you’re right there?”

“Fine, fine.” He crossed the room and spun you around, so your back was to him. You were sure you were imagining the shaky breath he let out and the trembling you felt as he slowly zipped up your dress. Roy had no reason to be nervous; you were just the silly kid who used to beg him to play Barbies with you and his sister.

But still, the domesticity of the moment made your heart sing a little.

“Thank you,” you hummed. You slipped on your shoes and gave a little spin. “Now, how do I look?”

His face went all soft, your favorite look in the world. “Perfect.” He held out his hand. “Ready?”

With a deep breath, you took his hand, not sure if you were more anxious about the first event of the weekend or the simple act of holding Roy Kent’s hand. Maybe a bit of both.

The walk to the drawing room felt weirdly familiar; you’d been here many times with Jim, for weddings and anniversaries and birthdays and holidays and just-for-fun. A sad part of you wondered how many times Lauren had been here. An even sadder part of you realized that she was probably sleeping in the same room you used to sleep in.

As if he could feel the sudden pang in your heart, Roy gave your hand a squeeze.

“I’m probably going to repeat myself all fucking weekend,” he whispered, “but I’m right here. I’ve got you. Don’t you fucking forget that.”

Some of the sharp pain in your chest evaporated as you squeezed back. “I know, Roy.”  

“Roy! Darling!”

As soon as you stepped into the drawing room, you mother made a beeline for the two of you, throwing her arms around Roy. Your dad followed behind, eyebrows slightly raised as he gave you a small hug and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Hello,” Roy said, genuine cheer in his voice as your mother released him. He shook your dad’s hand warmly. “Hope I’m not intruding on the weekend.”

Your mum shook her head “Absolutely not. You’re always welcome with us, you know that, dear. Especially-” She shot you a look. “-if what we hear about you and our little duckling is true?”

Roy wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to himself. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”

“Well, that’s grand,” you dad assured him. “Always had a good feeling about the two of you.” He gestured towards the room. “Come on in, we’re doing the whole cocktails before dinner thing.” Your dad wrinkled his nose at you; even when you dated Jim, he was always uncomfortable with how posh Jim’s family was. However, he never said no to the chance to drink good alcohol, as evidenced by the glass in his hand.

Roy guided you to one of the elegant couches, tenderly placing a hand on your knee once you were seated beside him. Despite your agony surrounding this weekend, part of you hoped it would never end, if only so you could always have all this attention and affection from Roy.

As if determined to ruin any bit of happiness you got this dreadful weekend, your sister and Jim appeared, drinks in hand. Lauren had that plastic smile you knew she’d be wearing for the next three days.

“You two get that alone time?” she teased, shooting you a mocking wink.

You just smiled and leaned closer to Roy, treating him like the lifesaver he was. He planted a soft kiss in your hair that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Lauren,” he hummed, raising those thick eyebrows that you loved.

“Fathers prefer no kissing,” your dad chimed in with a dry chuckle. “But I can make an exception for Roy.”

Roy’s smile widened. “Appreciate it,” he laughed. He loved the way your dad treated him; even when you dated Jim, your dad treated Roy like a son. His sister had even confided in him that it was a point of contention in your relationship, what with your dad never being as warm with Jim.

Gripping his drink rather tightly, Jim gestured between the two of you. “Alright, so I got interrupted earlier. How’d this happen?”

Shit. You’d forgotten to get your story straight with Roy. The two of you had spent the whole drive up chatting about childhood memories, movies you wanted to show each other, stories from work, and even one enthusiastic duet of You Belong With Me when it came on the road trip playlist you’d had blasting from your phone. It hadn’t occurred to you to make sure the two of you knew what to say when everyone inevitably wanted to know about your “relationship”.

You prayed only Roy could see the panic in your eyes as you looked up at him. “D’you want to tell the story?” you offered.

He didn’t skip a beat. “Well, about what, two months ago, babe?” He looked down at you, and you quickly nodded in agreement. “We were hanging out, and my sister had canceled so it was just us. I took over kebabs, and we were watching His Girl Friday, this one’s favorite.”

Everything he’d said so far was true; the three of you were supposed to hang out, but Roy’s sister had backed out at the last second, so Roy came over anyway. And he’d claimed not to care what movie you watched, so you put on an old Cary Grant movie that you’d seen a million times (and Roy had been forced to watch about half a million times). It had been a perfect night, sitting next to Roy while Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell danced around their feelings before finally coming together.

Roy continued, “And I looked over and saw just how absolutely beautiful she looked, with the light from the television glowing on her face and that dreamy expression she gets when she watches old movies.” He looked down, all bashfulness, before turning his gaze to you. You were amazed by his acting. “And I just fucking asked if I could kiss her, and she said yes. So, I leaned over and…”

It was the kiss you’d waited your whole life for. His hand came up to tenderly lift your chin, tilting your face to his. His barely parted lips were soft, gentle, his beard just barely tickling your skin. Every daydream you’d ever had about Roy Kent was nothing compared to the tiny kiss that ended far too soon.

Bashfulness reappeared on Roy’s face as he cleared his throat, remembering all the eyes on the two of you. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled. “We’re still in that lovey-dovey phase where we can’t keep our hands off each other and make everyone around us want to get violently ill.” His eyes focused icily on Jim. “You remember that, don’t you Jim?

Jim nearly choked on his drink.

“With Lauren,” Roy clarified, nodding towards your sister, whose face was twisted in annoyance. “How’d you two kids meet anyway?”

“Why don’t I get you a drink, Roy?” Jim offered quickly, his face void of all color. “Beer?”

Roy’s hand was back on your knee, gripping it a bit tighter now. “Whiskey. Neat.” He turned to you, his face softening. “And you?”

Jim shook his head. “I remember,” he assured you, shoving his own drink into Lauren’s hand and heading to the small bar off to one side of the room, the bar you remembered experimenting behind with Jim and his cousins once the older folks had gone to bed. You could still taste the disgusting combinations Jim had concocted for you to try. You could still hear the laughter that had filled the room as everyone took shots. You could still feel the sloppy kisses that tasted of expensive alcohol.

Sensing the tension oozing off of you, your parents excused themselves to go talk to Jim’s parents; they didn’t exactly need introductions, considering how many times they’d met while you were dating Jim.

Always perfect in her timing, your older sister, Jen, strolled into the room, shaking you out of your wistful reminiscing. She lit up when she saw the two of you and made a beeline for you, her husband, Paul, in tow.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? And there? And every-fucking-where?” she teased.

Roy laughed and stood, wrapping his arms around your older sister. “Hello, Jenny.” He turned his attention to your brother-in-law. “Paul, how the hell are you man?”

Paul shook Roy’s hand enthusiastically, the way he always did. “Great. Clearly you’re doing quite well yourself.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “I owe your dad forty quid. I had figured the two of you’d be dancing around this thing for the rest of your lives.”

“Paul!” you gasped, smacking your brother-in-law’s arm playfully. Behind closed doors, he loved to tease you about your painfully obvious attraction to Roy.

“I knew you two’d get together eventually,” Jen bragged, giving you a squeeze before you resumed your seats. “I mean, come on, we all could see the way you look at each other. Someone was bound to crack eventually.”

You let out a weak chuckle and leaned close to Roy, whose arm rested casually around your shoulders. Lauren watched you, eyes narrowed, as Jim returned. His hand shook slightly as he handed you your usual drink, the one he’d heard you order a million times. He handed Roy his whiskey and returned obediently to Lauren’s side, taking his own glass from her hand and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“We better go make sure things are ready for dinner,” Lauren hummed, grabbing Jim’s hand and pulling him out of the drawing room. You couldn’t help but notice Jim’s gaze lingering on you; neither could Roy, whose arm tightened around you.

Paul let out a low whistle. “This is going to be a tense weekend,” he muttered, raising his eyebrows at the two of you. He turned to Jen. “We should start taking bets about when this one and Jim come to blows, eh?”

Roy let out a dry chuckle and sipped his drink, relaxing slightly. “We wouldn’t want me making Lauren a widow before she’s even married, would we?”

“Play nice,” you warned him playfully, poking his nose. Fake-dating Roy felt deliciously natural. At least, when Jim and Lauren weren’t around.

“Yes, dear.” Roy’s voice was light and teasing. He leaned forward and kissed your lips again, a smidge deeper this time. The taste of his whiskey sent your head spinning. “Whatever you say.”

[redbleedingrose]

Girl Dad!Rhysand x Reader Headcanons

This male could pound me to town and I would say thank you.

A/N: Anyway, this Highkey sucks so I am so sorry. I feel like I have to ease back into writing, it has been so long since I have sat down and actually written something. It is all over the place and just not the best writing so I apologize for that. I just… my surgery rotation literally killed me. You can ask @augustinerose I was not in a good headspace. I feel like I am still recovering from that and idk… it just… I feel like it stole some part of me. I dunno, its hard to explain but it took out all the motivation I had towards writing. So easing back into things is gonna have to be the way to go. Again, I am so sorry, this is literally awful. I am gonna try to do some NSFW headcanons for girl dad!Rhys tomorrow if y’all would like. As always, a comment or reblog is much much appreciated. It always gives me the motivation and hope to continue writing.

Girl dad Rhysand is too good y’all I cannot.

Rhysand is one of the best girl dads out there.

He makes sure his baby girl and wife are taken care of to the fullest extent.

I am talking he wakes up in the middle of the night to take care of the babe, swaying her and humming Illyrian rhymes to her to calm her. He takes her out for flying, making sure to wrap her sensitive tiny wings in wool so that they can remain warm against the night court breeze whenever she is inconsolable, usually returning with her fast asleep, sucking on her tiny thumb with little grunts every so often.

The first month of the babe being home, he would sneak out of your bed just to lay down next to the crib so he could make sure that your darling babe was settled and comfortable.

He is a mother hen, glaring at Cassian for making too much noise when the babe is resting in his arms.

He likes to show her the constellations in the sky, pointing out each of the different stars and even using his powers to create mini galaxies above the crib. For her 5th birthday, he gifts her an actual star out of the sky, following the nickname, “my shining star.”

He adores her so much, there is nothing he wouldn’t do for her. She has him wrapped around her tiny fingers since the moment she grabbed onto his finger with her tiny fist. He loves reading stories to her, making sure that the nursery is filled with old children tales that are centuries old, first edition novels really, along with all of the new writings from the authors around each court. One sure fire way of calming down your babe whenever she is fussy is Rhys pulling out a book and resting back in the rocking chair with her in his arms, and reading to her the stories. He does all the different voices for different characters and even makes funny faces for your little girl to keep her entertained, and is the reason why your babe grows up to be an avid reader.

Rhysand always has the best clothes made for her. She is the best dressed babe in all of the courts, and grows up to be a fashion icon. Most of the clothes she wears are from Rhys’ mother who sewed them centuries before, just like she had for you.

He is the one to teach her how to fly, spending hours and hours, weeks and weeks away from his duties to spend some time with his favorite girl (besides you ofc) to teach her different skills. He teaches her self defense and different battle strategies, preparing her to become High Lady one day. He is patient and calm throughout the entire process, even when she throws tantrums or feels like giving up. He always knows exactly what to say, he knows exactly how to handle the situation by either giving her space or pushing her to keep going.

Your daughter loves to draw, and will often end up drawing on Rhysand’s arms and legs with a pink marker. He thinks it is the best artwork he has ever seen, and has gone as far as getting a drawing of a family of stars that she drew tattooed into left wrist.

At parties, he always makes sure to dance with her first. At first, he has her in his arms, twirling them both around while her little giggles and squeals resound against the music. Eventually, he has her standing on his shoes so he can guide the both of them, letting her grow with independence. Eventually, she learns the dance moves herself, and still to this day, they will be each others first dance.

Don’t even get me started on how girl dad Rhys takes care of you!!!!!

Literally the best husband and mate I am WEAK

This male screams self care. He wants to make sure that you are rested 24/7. No mate of his is going to be feeling exhausted. He has days where he schedules full body massages, facials, hair care treatments, manicures and pedicures. He has Morr meet you after so you can go browsing for new dresses, shoes, purses, jewelry. Whatever you wish for, it is already yours. You only need to stare for a second, and Morr is going inside to buy it, “Rhys told me to honey, you can talk to him, but honestly you deserve it” anytime you complain that she is spending too much on you.

When you come home, he has Az and Cass watching the babe for the night so he can take you out to dinner, or even just for an evening in. You cuddle up with the babe for a little while before he whisks you away into whatever extravagant things he has planned for you.

He loves having you in his lap during these free nights, one arm wrapped around your waist or hips while the other feeds you or plays with your hair, muttering to himself about how stunning you are, how lucky he is to have you, how much he adores you really.

I like to think you face each other in bed while he intertwines your legs and pulls you close into his chest, and you just get to talk about anything and everything. Any of his worries about the relations between other courts, any of his concerns regarding the night court, his desires to wanting to better the world for your daughter, he always feels like he can spill whatever he has on his mind to you in a way that he has never been able to before.

After your daughter is born, he often spends time telling her all of the things he thinks about while she lays on her belly and allows for her wings to flutter to build muscle strength.

Remember how I talked about your daughter being Rhys’ first dance? Well, you are his partner for every other dance, and always the last dance. Your poor babe is passed out in one of the chairs with Amren watching over her like a hawk, her hand patting the babes back (she has a soft spot for her, what can I say?) and you both dance and dance. Sometimes, he flys you up into the sky and dances with you among the stars, “they lie in witness to our love darling”

Again, this was terrible so thank you for sticking around if you actually read through this!

Edit: part 2

[alessiathepirate]

No Time To Die

FOXGLOVE: Lyutsifer Safin x fem!reader

Summary: Saying I love you wasn't anything new to them - they said it daily to the other. Saying it in another language on the other hand...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: the Russian I attempt to use, plus some very slight references to murder

•••

"Ya tebya lyublyu..." the words were quiet in the garden, no more than a whisper, even if the world around them was completely silent.

But still, Lyutsifer heard it.

The pronunciation of the words, the slowness and uncertainity in each syllable was so obvious - even strangers to the language itself would've noticed it. Safin did too.

He noticed it. He appreciated it much more because of it, and that was the reason why he stopped working with the plants.

He turned towards the voice, towards his lover, who stood there with a stiff posture. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink as he read the embarrassment and shyness off her face.

They seemed so different, the kind of people who would never in a million years could be imagined as a couple. But they were one, a very loyal and loving one. Even if his posture was serious and confident next to hers, even if she seemed too simple next to his complexity.

"Say that again-- please."

Her shoulders slightly fell forward as she hugged herself with her arms, her whole being screaming from anxiety.

"I'm sorry if I didn't say it right, I just wanted to-"

"No." his voice was soft as always, but with her it lost the kind of monotone seriousness he was known for - with her he didn't have to impress anybody, she was already his. "Please, say that again darling. I'd like to hear it again."

"Ya tebya lyublyu." the 'ly' sounded too dry and the 'u' too soft, but to Safin it was perfect. It sounded like perfection and she looked like it too, the most honest and alive thing in the garden and possibly on the island.

"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu." he said as he examined her face, wanting to know if she understands it or not.

She did. He saw it on her face as it lit up.

"Did I say it right?" she asked as he looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as she quietly appreciated the beauty of his whole being.

"Yes, you did." Safin answered. "It was perfect."

She nodded, shyly understanding, because Lyutsifer never lies. He always tells the truth, no matter how he dresses it to make it sound prettier or how he uses a monotone undertone so it sounds like a fact.

He never once lied to her.

She can't lie to him either.

"I learned something else." she started, a slight confidence showing in her voice. "Ty krasivyy."

She waited patiently for his features to change, so she'll know he had time to take in and understand the meaning of her words.

Safin is, however, very hard to read. He is an open book most of the time, he doesn't hide anything at all, but still - that's the reason why he's so hard to read. The most honest man on Earth, yet he's the hardest to understand and solve.

A smile slowly formed on his face, a small one, the kind Safin's capable to do. It was simple, but it still made her heart beat faster than ever.

"I have seen many beautiful flowers on this island, yet you are the prettiest of them all." he complimented too and she felt her cheeks darken.

"I still like to listen to you talk about them." she explained.

"I can, anytime you want me to." Safin stepped closer, his arms still having a slow and serious movement as he gently touched her face, his thumbs drawing invisible circles into her skin.

He looked at her like she's the best thing on Earth.

He was still himself, he was always himself, yet he was much more honest around her. He showed her his emotional side - even if it wasn't the strongest part of him.

"Can you please tell me about the Foxglove again?"

"Of course, zolotse." the Russian came so easily from him, yet it was so sudden that she felt her heart flutter.

It must've been a nickname, she thought.

Nicknames from him were special, always special even if it was an everyday occurance. But hearing something like that in another language, in his, from a part of him, felt much sweeter, like an unexpected gift on a regular day.

As they slightly leaned over the purple flower, so beautiful yet so deadly, she examined his features, the way the light met his scarred skin. For a moment she thought about how no way on Earth could she imagine someone more perfect or lovely. Safin would say something to that, if she said that out loud. Something about how she feels about a killer that way, how she always sleep next to one with complete blind trust. She'd answer, to try to get her point through - Safin is one handsome killer. A very clever one too.

"I'd like to learn more." she spoke up suddenly. "In your language, about the flowers too."

A new kind of softness ran through his eyes for a second, but it disappeared just as quickly. He stretched his arm out towards her, letting her grab onto it gently as he slowly lead her out of the garden.

"If you'd like that, than it can be arranged..."

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Platonic Yandere Qalupalik Bruno and Teen reader who's neglected by her parents

Familial Yandere Qalupalik Bruno Buccirati

In the harsh cold of winter darling heads to the beach to sit and watch after school. The tide is drawing in and the waves grow stronger.

She sits their mesmerized by the waves before and almost inhuman hum reverberates, she looks to the source to see a man sitting upon the rocks with long black hair that is long enough to cling down his whole greenish body and srawls across the waters surface.

She knows she has to run but her body is frozen as the creature notices her and swims towards her.

"Child... sweet child why are you here alone?" He asks in a pitty filled tone as draws his arm out to touch her but they managed to get control of her body and run as far as she possibly can. She get home early and immediately halls herself up in her room. What on earth was that thing?

All seems normal, but she refuses to return to the beach from then on. But one day she finds a fish on her doorstep, weird but darling decides after doing some research she'll try and cook it as it seems fresh. Everyday from then on a fish is at the doorstep waiting for her. Is this some weird prank or someone's unusual act of kindness she can't tell.

One day she goes to the store and tries to buy something to eat, she doesn't quite have enough and that's when a man with long ebony hair in his twenties intervenes. He offers to cover the rest.

"Thank you sir" she thanks him.

"I can't let a child go hungry" he tells her before inspecting her. Telling that she's not eating healthy (due to them not having access to fresh meals) and gives her some cash and tells to use it to get a proper meal before leaving.

After numerous bump ins with the man darling grows friendly with him. Due to her parents working late he offers to occasionally get her dinner. He asks her about her life. How's school? What subjects does she like? What does she like to do in her spare time. For darling it's great to have someone who cares about her and listens to her.

Then one day darling is confronted at school by a bully and it turns violent and darling is covered in bruises and split skin from the fight. Darlings parents don't even answer the schools calls and is forced to stay behind for detention.

She's surprised to see Bruno waiting at the school for her but she bursts into tears and embraces him.

"Who did thus too you" he asks and she points to the bully who also just left. So he walks up to them and their mother with darling in tow.

"Excuse me ma'am but what your child has done is inexcusable" he tells the woman who scoffs.

"My child wouldn't do such a thing without a reason to, she started it" she tells him.

"Well I find that hard to believe, I want you to make them apologize and correct your child's behavior... otherwise there will be consequences" he hisses.

"Who do you think you are?" She asks with shock.

"I am her father" he hisses back.

Despite his warning she doesn't and leaves. After he gets some supplies and tends to darlings injuries.

"You said you were my father, why?" She asks.

"I think of you as a daughter (y/n), however I didn't mean to say that outloud... seeing you in such a state made me livid, I wasn't thinking straight" he told her.

"If I could be your father theoretically, Would you want that?" he asks.

"I would" she tells him.

The next day the child is missing and police are called eventually they show up at her door to ask questions. They bring up the events that were brought up yesterday. As much as it hurts she has to clarify to them that man wasn't her actually father, she tells him what she knows which isn't a lot and she's given a talk by the police about trusting strangers and how people do what he does to draw in girls like her to take advantage of. She's adamant he'd never do such a thing but it does make her question her relationship with Bruno, he's never mentioned anything about himself she was so caught up in feeling seen that she didn't one consider the situation as a whole. What if had made sure of the consequences he warned of.

A few days later there's a knock at the door and darling opens it. It's Bruno.

"Bruno, the police want to see you" you told him.

"I've already talked with them" he lies.

"I wanted to see if you'd come to the beach with me?" He asks. She remembers that creature and shakes her head to decline.

"Why not. It's the perfect day to watch the waves?" He asks.

"I don't like the beach" she tells him.

"Then let's get something to eat" he offers. He awful insistent, feeling as though he was urgently trying to get her to come with him.

"Bruno... you didn't do anything to that kid?" She ask.

"Of course not, what I was saying was just empty threat" he assures her.

"You believe me (y/n)?" He asks.

"Of course" she tells him.

"Then let's go" he says.

"No... I think I'll stay inside today" she says.

"I'd never hurt you my sweet child, you know that?" he tells her.

"Yes, of course, I'm just not feeling well today" she lies.

"Do you need me to get you medicine?" He asks.

"No... I just need to rest" she tells him before closing the door.

He can tell she's pushing him away. Why? You wanted to be his daughter. Those humans were pulling her away from him. He had to take her back to his den, it was the only way he could keep her safe from those horrible humans.

[faerghusfucker]

If you don't mind me asking then I'd like to ask 1, 2, 3, 7, 8 and 23 for Felix.

omg ive been having a felix moment recently you literally read my mind ive been wanting to yap abt him for a SECOND.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

i love felix so so much and it's for so many reasons but the thing that rlly took him from "hey this guy's pretty cool" to "MY DARLING SON" for me was three hopes. NOW HEAR ME OUT. i know they softened him a lot in hopes but it was for a good reason because rodrigue put the role of duke on him SUPER young (why did he do that again????) and kind of forced him to take on this super diplomatic/political role that he fully didnt want to. seeing how he changes when he's forced to suck up his feelings about dimitri and about politics and knights is so so cool to me bc like. he's literally following directly in his father's footsteps and he STILL doesn't understand him. they STILL have that rift in their relationship unless you get their (DEVASTATING) A support. any time felix has a moment of vulnerability i scream and die and cry about it for years and years and hopes gave me so much of those. especially in the paralogue where he cries abt his brother a lil bit aaaaAAAAAAAA

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

his DESIGN. i've yapped so extensively abt felix's haircut and his character design. i need to draw him again asap bc the first time i drew him and posted him on here it was rlly ugly lol. justice for felix i hope the modern design i'm cooking makes up for him being a lil fuckass rn

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

i have two for this one. first one is him being friends with ingrid (this makes sense story-wise i'm just an ingrid hater). second is that in the games they don't explore his relationship with the tragedy of duscur in any explicit way as much as they do with dimitri and ingrid. i feel like in every other ingrid support she has to bring up glenn, and obviously it makes sense for dimitri and ingrid to still be grieving their best friend and fiance respectively, but glenn was felix's BROTHER and yet everyone treats ingrid like she was the most affected by his death and it pisses me offfff.

i do like the subtle indications of the effect his brother dying had on him though. i love seeing him get super upset whenever people protect him in battle (glenn joked abt being a human shield for dimitri in his one letter in hopes) and i love him being upset whenever people compare him to glenn or try to have a sibling relationship with him. also now that i'm writing this i'm realizing that it DOES make sense for someone as closed off as felix to never rlly express his grief in any specific way but. im greedy i wanna see my son upset

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

make my favorite felix ship popular lol. the sylvix tag might be the one i scroll through the most i love it so much. i eat up almost any felix ship but sylvix is my otp and just my favorite ship in the game

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

i feel like i answer this question the same every time and it's MISCHARACTERIZE HIM. i know it's super easy to dumb felix down into the tsundere trope but he's NOT just a tsundere he's actually super cool and awesome and well written CRIES

23. Favorite picture of this character?

i actually have a few lol. i’m rlly bad at the expedition minigame in three hopes so whenever i get a perfect one i spam screenshots super hard, both out of excitement and also because having the character’s face follow the camera (and the camera not having a fisheye-like perspective warp) makes for really pretty and draw-able screenshots that also look like candids.

some examples

one of these is actually the banner for my blog lol hopes felix is my babygirl thanks for another opportunity to yap abt him. sorry if im a lil incoherent im feelin pretty sick but we ball

[mariemarieohcontrary]

And if my first post for the new year is a redo of my original lineup to fit the MCs per category? What then dfougsufgsf

Again this is inspired by @cassiopeiacorvus' lineup which just seems to grow more mad respect to you omgg

I'll also do my best to explain the character design and body language I used since this is how they appear at the start of their stories!

Evangeline Marie G. (Guzman) Lakandula

I went with this very conservative style due to her being raised very sheltered and when she was younger her family always put value to how they appeared to the rest of the clan and I really wanted to make sure that it's clear that it stuck with her even after she ran away from her father and sister

White is meant to be this colour of purity but it also makes it less hot so long as the fabric isn't too thick

Body language is closed off and almost looks like she's trying to always comfort or embrace herself due to a lot of insecurities and a hard childhood

She doesn't mess with her hair at the start as she doesn't see a reason for it nor has the motivation to do anything beyond keeping her hair loose or the occasional ponytail

Flats because it's easier to use a bicycle and also since she doesn't think heels would suit her

The only constant thing I shouldn't forget to keep drawing is the necklace which I now turned into a locket. In there is a photo of her grandparents since it was her grandmother's locket before her death

Kara Urduja D. (Dimasupil) Madlangbayan

Say thank you Metro Manila Film Festival for showing The Kingdom aka a movie about an uncolonised Philippines for giving me some clues on how to work with a modernised take on something like that

So I axed off Rutherland and went with a slightly colonised part of the archipelago that reclaimed its independence before Spain fully sunk its claws into the country. Thus the small country known as Dimaapi was founded. They speak deep Tagalog and have little to no Spanish loan words but they could speak English cause it's necessary

Urduja was named after the Pangasinense princess Urduja/Udaya, and it's a name chosen by their mother to remind them of their worth. In the old stories, Urduja announced she would only marry one who is greater than her in battle and wisdom, so their mother wanted them to settle for no less than that.

Has a complicated relationship with their mother cause it feels more like they're a bargaining chip and prop for their mom's campaigns

Urduja keeps their hair short for management reasons but the first time they cut their hair it was a bit of a scandal since it's like they took away their own pride

They went to Manila once and saw modern barongs and got very fond of it that that's their go-to fashion now

Wears heels cause they like feeling tall

A bit uncomfortable with their role as First Child hence the body language and have a tendency to put their weight on one foot a lot of the time

Maya Chelidonia C. (Caacbay) dela Rosa

They actually sometimes do go on their tiptoes unconsciously, it happens as a way to think over things and they don't even notice. Mafalda learned to just accept it

Wears flats for workplace-appropriate reasons, their go-to is something respectable looking so they could be taken seriously

Ties their hair in a low bun like back in their police days back in the Philippines as something familiar but also practical

No makeup beyond a tinted lip balm their younger sister sent over to stop them from picking their lips

Likes coffee but it's more of like sweet stuff just to stay awake. Prefers Kopiko tho and black forest milktea

Delores Faustina A. (Abad) Hilario

Babie darling girl who's confident in herself and is trying her best in college

Does a lot of volunteer work back at the Philippines and is known by her old school friends to have waded through deep floods to aid very flooded areas during typhoon season

Asked her mom to dye her hair before she went to college

Rings are her comfort item and will wear a lot on different fingers (they're costume rings but it's the feeling of it that's more important)

Likes to wear skirts of varying styles unless she's told to wear pants

Emma Dolores A. (Acda) Dalit

Here's my Freshman MC all grown up and here she dyed her hair a lil bit since she liked the colour and thought it would look good on her

She stopped writing her novels and fairytales after her messy breakup with James, her grandmother's death, her leaving Hartfeld and later on her grandfather's death so she focused more on journalism after a course switch and became a political journalist

She became known as someone who interviewed King James Liam Rhys and Queen Evangeline Marie Lakandula-Rhys for a special interview

Is very work obsessed that she sleeps only four hours despite her siblings' growing concerns

Still wears pinks but stopped with the floral prints

Dyed her hair a deep red brown shade since she thinks she looks good with it

Now wears her grandmother's pink pearl necklace

While she doesn't say it, she still secretly writes short stories but she no longer talks about them

Fell out of touch with Edgar who noticed her stopping in writing

Taglist: @choicesficwriterscreations