#I bet you regret sending this ask now but this one is on you anon

[shinidamachu]

I think you or someone else discussed how Inuyasha is most likely demisexual because of his lack of interest in nudity until he formed an emotional bond. I was just thinking how the anti’s claimed Inuyasha settled for Kagome, but all evidence points to him loving her *despite* her resemblance to Kikyo. Not hating on Kikyo, just pointing out how Inuyasha kept saying it’s his fault she died because he didn’t trust her, even though trust has to go both ways but whatever, so if he was settling then Kagome would be a daily reminder that he failed Kikyo. Which would sound like hell considering his repeated claims of his fault.

But clearly in the past discussion of Inuyasha being demisexual, we all know he isn’t shallow or ”settling”.

I might have mentioned Inuyasha being demisexual once or twice, but I don't remember posting something that specific. Maybe someone else did and I reblogged it?

I'm glad you brought up the "Inuyasha settled for Kagome" terrible take, though, because you make great points and boy do I have something to say about it.

First, I love that you mentioned trust has to go both ways despite Inuyasha blaming Kikyo's death solely on his lack of trust on her. It always bothered me how quickily and sincerely he owned up to the role he played on her fate when there was zero reciprocity from Kikyo.

He went as far as taking responsability for things that have never really happened and that would be completely out of his control if they had, such as Kikyo "dying to follow after him" even though he didn't ask for it and never would.

The irony is that, between the two of them, Kikyo was actually the one more equipped to realize they were being played and yet, not only she falls for the same trap, but never really acknowledges that her lack of trust on Inuyasha was just as detrimental to their downfall.

Naraku's entire plan was based on both of them doubting each other. If either one had been more trusting, it'd have failed. Inuyasha recognizes this and regrets not trusting Kikyo, immediately treating her like the victim that she is and never once blaming her.

But he is a victim himself and she never extends the same courtesy to him, still thinking her actions were justified because he should have trusted her — not the other way around — and so she never bothers easing his guilt. On the contrary, she purposely adds to it.

The thing about the love triangle — for lack of a better term — is that Inuyasha and Kagome are constantly pushing their feelings aside to empathize with each other's and Kikyo's pain, while Kikyo acts like she's the only one who's hurting.

Which is to be expected at first because she is the one who died and was brought back against her will, but as the story progressed, I kept waiting for Kikyo to see a little bit of herself on the ordinary girl who was entrusted the weight of the world upon her shoulders, had her shoes to fill and the mess she left behind to clean up.

I kept waiting for her to show some sympathy for the boy who lost fifty years of his life because she misjudged him and was willing to die for a debt she manipulated and guilt-tripped him into thinking he had, a boy she supposedly loves.

None of it came, at least not in a way that felt organic or satisfying. That's my main issue with how Kikyo was written. You can't paint her as a complex character and then gloss over her flaws. You can't sell her as gray character and then pretend the bad things she did never happened.

Takahashi wanted her to reap all of the rewards that come with a redemption arc without really bothering to make her go through one, because that would mean having Kikyo face her mistakes for what they were — including her distrust on Inuyasha — and then apologizing or making up for it, a feat that rarely happened in canon, if at all.

Instead, she abruptly stops acting as vicious, so everything can be conveniently forgiven and forgotten because "she isn't like that anymore." The lack of explanation about what motivated this change makes harder for the audience to connect with her and results in many plot inconsistencies.

And the lack of accountability regarding Kikyo's actions keeps her from growing and reaching her full potential as a character, indirectly regressing or preventing the development of the characters around her as well, which I believe is a huge part of why the story feels repetitive and stagnant at times.

Now, you're definitely onto something when you argue that all evidence actually points to Inuyasha falling in love with Kagome despite her resemblance to Kikyo. I've actually talked about it here and here.

While it's true that Inuyasha mistook Kagome for Kikyo when they first met, it would've been unreasonable to expect anything different. Their looks and scents are similar, he had just woken up from a fifty years long spell and up until then he had no reason to believe otherwise, but Inuyasha actually caught up in a decent amount of time.

After that, as much as he still refused to call Kagome by name, he was also very aware she wasn't Kikyo, to the point that it took seeing her with complete priestess attire on for him to even make that correlation again.

And yet, Inuyasha still doesn't go back into thinking they're the same person, but rather that Kagome's a girl who resembles Kikyo. Only eventually, even this starts to change the more time they spend together and suddenly, when Inuyasha has a nightmare about Kikyo, is Kagome he sees first.

Mind you, he has only seen Kagome in priestess clothes once. Kikyo wore those her entire life. It'd be understandable for him to confuse Kagome for Kikyo and yet Kagome was his first thought here when, by logic, she shouldn't have been. From them on, he doesn't even see any resemblance between the two girls at all anymore.

Which makes sense, because even if Inuyasha had tried to use Kagome as a replacement — something he never did — he couldn't possibly have succeded, since both girls are polar opposites — a creative choice that was done completely on purpose — and Kagome wasn't slightly interested on being anyone but herself, making her into the worst Kikyo replacement ever.

That's why it got easier for Inuyasha to distinguish one girl from the other with time. Their distinct personalities make up for completely different dynamics and bring completely different feelings out of Inuyasha, because they represent completely different things to him and, again: this is done absolutely on purpose.

In the manga, this is better illustrated by two very specific panels. In the first one, Kikyo is smiling sadly but genuinely at Inuyasha — which we don't see her do often — and he admitted later on that the exchange made him feel guilty, like he had done something wrong, since he had just been rude to her.

In the second one, Kagome is smiling brightly at Inuyasha, which she does constantly, then we immediately see him blush and think to himself how relieved he is to see that smile

Of course those are very different contexts, but they pretty much set the tone for both relationships and if the arrangement of those panels wasn't a conscious choice — which I doubt — then Takahashi is insanely lucky. It's also worth noting that Inuyasha felt relieved to see Kagome smiling because it was further confirmation that even after Kikyo's resurrection, she was still Kagome.

So I think it's safe to say the physical resemblance actually slowed the romantic process down, considering that the staged betrayal made Inuyasha build his walls even taller than they were when he met Kikyo. This becomes even more clear when you compare their respective first "amicable" conversations.

With Kikyo, even though he was reluctant about her approach and suspicious of her intentions, there was still a part of him that obviously wanted it to be true, so he was at least open to what she had to say.

With Kagome, he was visibly more aggressive and closed off because he has been burned before and she was the reincarnation of the woman who did the burning, which makes her managing to get his trust so quickly that much more remarkable, since she apparently did in less time and in worse circumstances, what Kikyo couldn't.

And Kagome did it precisely because she never acted like Kikyo. She actually took the time to know Inuyasha, to give him her trust and to earn his, to build a solid relationship, based on honesty and real acceptance.

I like to think that, while Kikyo found a crack on Inuyasha's defense she could slip in, Kagome slowly smashed his walls to the ground, therefore leaving an ever lasting impact on him that she couldn't have made by being anyone but herself.

When Inuyasha starts to pursue Kagome romantically, he does so after concluding that there's absolutely no resemblance between the two girls at all and after going through an entire arc where Kagome cried for his sake and trusted him blindly, none of which has anything to do with Kikyo.

People argue that Inuyasha was actually trying to kiss Kikyo here, but why would he do that when he still thinks she betrayed him? And if this was really the case, then why has he never willingly kissed or tried to kiss Kikyo until their final goodbye, Sunrise additions excluded?

At this point, it makes more sense to me that he was avoiding to look at Kagome not because she looks like Kikyo — he has been looking at her just fine before —, but because he has started to catch feelings for her despite his efforts not to and doesn't know how to act. In fact, when he had the chance to kiss Kikyo soon after, this is what we got instead:

And then he hugs her — something the anime cut out — but the important thing is that Inuyasha had this and many other opportunities to rekindle his relationship with Kikyo and simply didn't.

In this particular occasion, he even go as far as to ask Kikyo to return the piece of soul that keeps her "alive" to Kagome knowing full well what the consequences were.

Why would Inuyasha settle for a "replacement" when he could have the real thing instead? Even if you believe resurrected Kikyo to be nothing more than a malicious replica of the original, she's still more Kikyo than Kagome could or would ever be.

I dislike this notion because if it's true and there's not an ounce of Kikyo there, why should the audience or the characters care if she "lives" or "dies"? If she gets a redemption arc or not? It feels like a cop out to only consider her the real Kikyo when she does good things.

That being said, save for maybe one scene at the beginning where Inuyasha shoved a bow and some arrows at Kagome because Kikyo was a master archer, he never expected her to behave like Kikyo, never tried to change her so she would and never acted frustrated or disappointed at the fact that she was her own person.

Inuyasha has his flaws — as any good main character should — but he always respected the inviduality of both girls, which is more than I can say about the people who insist on this baseless take.

To wrongly paint Inuyasha as someone who settled for Kagome because she looks like Kikyo gets especially icky when even Naraku, the villain who was obsessed with her, never redirected said obsession to Kagome.

It's such a common trope that I was actually expecting it, but I'm glad it didn't happen because it's a subtle and yet effective way of sedimenting both girls as separate individuals instead of going for the cheapest option.

And ironically, the only character who treated Kagome as if she was Kikyo was Kikyo herself, but even that was very early on and she only seemed to do it as a way of belittling Kagome, because while mentioning her to other people — or by the end of the story — Kikyo had no trouble referring to Kagome as a different being.

Sunrise's adaptation made very questionable choices but something they were pretty consistent on was making clear Kagome and Kikyo aren't the same.

Besides, something fundamentally wrong with this argument is that Inuyasha comes off as shallow and Kikyo as disposeable. Shallow because it suggests physical appearance is all that matters — which goes against everything his character stands for in canon — and the soul is just a seal of approval.

Disposeable because it hints Kikyo's personality is so forgettable and unimportant that it played absolutely no part on sparkling Inuyasha's interest. She's so easily replaceable that even someone who had opposite world views, thoughts, feelings, temperament and mannerisms could do the trick. The memories they made are so generic that it wouldn't have make a difference if any other character was in her place.

Why do people even like those characters, why do they even ship them together if they truly believe that? That's why I don't buy that they actually do.

You see, considering how huge Kagome's soul is, Kikyo technically has got to be someone else's reincarnation too, but I've never seen anyone making the case that she is anyone but herself or that her predecessor is also the love of Inuyasha's life.

The reason they try to do this with Kagome is so that they can pretend Inuyasha and Kikyo somehow ended up together to cope with the fact that they didn't. And that's the exact same reason they pretend he setled for Kagome as well.

Which is funny because what exactly was Inuyasha settling for? Like, in the great scheem of things, what was Kikyo able to give him that he couldn't get a thousand times better from Kagome with no strings attached and just had to make his peace with it?

It seems to me like it was the other way around: Kagome managed to accomplish everything Kikyo failed to do, so if anything Inuyasha was settling, it was for Kikyo, resigned to spend the rest of his life as human — something he hated to be — just to get "accepted" or to die for something he didn't do just to appease her.

Finally, to say inuyasha settled implies he had no other choice but to marry Kagome. He had: staying single, because now that he has friends and wasn't alone anymore, he doesn't need a lover to fill that empty space in his life if he doesn't want one.

Plus, Kagome wasn't entitled to his love. She jumped trought that well knowing that three years is a long time, that people and feelings change and that what waited for her on the other side was a mystery, but she did it anyway because all she ever wanted from him was to stay by his side and for him to be honest with her.

Kagome would've been fine with a platonic relationship because even though she obviously wanted more, she was ready to accept whatever Inuyasha was willing to give her, but he wanted her to return so he could give her everything, which he couldn't before because he felt in debt with Kikyo. That's the whole point.

Inuyasha was the one who iniciated every romantic moment they had early on: the first hug, both almost kisses, etc. And it was clear that the things Kagome made him feel, such as that sense of peace, of belonging, of unadultered happiness, were very new to him, so the idea that Inuyasha was settling for her is laughable when this is the character in question:

I know a lot of those scenes were deleted or changed by Sunrise but I watched the anime without reading the manga beforehand and reached the exact same conclusions, so I'm still of the opinion that the people who convinced themselves Kagome was a consolation prize either didn't pay attention or have an agenda of their own to push, that won't change by reading the original material.

TLDR; one does not simply "settle" for their soulmate. They come home to them.

[justabigassnerd]

Custody Battle

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 3,942

Warnings - swearing, mild injuries, someone grabs a child

Summary - Jake opens up to the team about the one time the mother to his daughter came back into his life, and how she almost ruined it in the process

A/N - hey y'all it's a new part of the 'Hangman junior' universe! When I mentioned that I wanted to maybe include the mother for a bit of angst, an anon suggested this plot to me and I spun it into this! I hope I did the idea justice (also full disclaimer I don't know how custody cases nor courts work, my only experience is through playing Phoenix Wright and that's not that reliable aha). Anyways I'll stop rambling now. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

To celebrate Bradley finally moving in with Jake, the couple decided to invite the rest of Dagger Squad around to have a few drinks and hang out. The team all knew the move was bound to happen. After all, Bradley spent more time at Jake’s house than he did at his own house. When the team arrived at Jake and Bradley’s now shared house, they made themselves at home in the living room after grabbing a beer each.

“Where’s Hangman junior?” Fanboy asked as he settled himself into where he was sitting on the sofa, sipping from his beer as he looks around, expecting you to pop out of nowhere.

“She’s spending the night at a friend’s place.” Jake explains as he settles next to Bradley. The team grumble about your absence but are soon distracted by their drinks and food as they celebrate the move. At some point during the evening, the team decide they want to play ‘never have I ever’ just to pass the time since they had no dart board or pool table to bet money on each other. The team managed to have fun with it.

“Okay, my turn.” All attention fell to Payback as he rolled his beer bottle between the palms of his hands as he pondered what to say.

“Oh, I’ve got it! Never have I ever been to court.” He says, a smug grin on his face as he leans back in his seat.

“Does jury service count?” Bob asks, taking a handful of peanuts from the bowl.

“No. Just going to court to like testify or being put on trial or some shit.” Payback says, he was sure no one was going to take a sip from their beer but everyone except Coyote became shocked when Jake lifted his beer bottle to his lips and took a sip. The team erupted into chaos, demanding to know what happened. Coyote offered Jake a reassuring smile and Bradley grabbed Jake’s hand to give him silent support.

“He doesn’t have to tell us anything.” Phoenix says to the group, glaring at Payback and flicking Fanboy on the side of the head.

“It’s okay Phoenix. I might as well tell you guys.” Jake says, squeezing Bradley’s hand softly.

“Were you a murder witness or something?” Fanboy jokes, regretting his words when he got a second flick to the side of his head from Phoenix.

“It was a custody battle.” Jake says simply, taking another sip from his beer as the group descends into more chaos, being shushed by Phoenix and Bob quickly.

“What happened?” Bob asks quietly.

“If I tell you this. You cannot tell y/n. She doesn’t remember this, and I’d like it to stay that way.” Jake instructs firmly, staring directly at Fanboy who raises his hands in shock.

“Why are you looking at me?” He complains, noticing how everyone else in the room is also looking at him.

“Because you’re shit at keeping secrets. Especially from y/n.” Bradley states like it was the most obvious fact in the world.

“I promise I won’t tell y/n.” Fanboy says, crossing a finger over his heart and looking over at Jake who nods slightly. With confidence that Fanboy will keep his mouth shut about this whole situation, Jake begins to tell his story.

Jake was out in town when he saw her. Javy had come back from a deployment and Jake offered to take him out for a coffee to catch up while you were having a playdate at a friend's house. You were four, verging on five and you meant the whole world and more to Jake. He couldn’t imagine life without you. He entered the café with Javy, the two men chatting happily as Jake places an order for the two of them and paid. When the drinks arrive, they move to sit at a table so they can chat some more about what had gone on with Javy’s deployment. Realising he’d forgotten to pick up some sugar, Jake quickly excuses himself to grab some sugar from the front counter.

“Jacob?” Jake tensed up when he heard the all-familiar voice and turned to face Lauren, the girl who left him in the middle of the night with nothing more than a note.

“You leave me in the middle of the night and now I’m Jacob? Real nice.” Jake scoffs, grabbing the sachets of sugar and heading back over to Javy and sitting down opposite him once more. The two get at least five minutes of undisturbed peace before Lauren appears in his peripheral vision, arms folded as she stares down at the men.

“Can I help you?” Jake asks, a bored tone to his voice as he looks over at his ex.

“Where’s our daughter?” She asks, making Jake raise an eyebrow at how she suddenly cares about you.

“Why does it matter to you? You never gave a shit about her before you left.” Jake retorts, glaring at her.

“Well, my parents figured that now I have a stable job I could take her back in. It would be much better for her to be living in fear of you not coming home and leaving her alone with no one to care for her.” Lauren spits venomously, her words cutting like a blade through Jake’s heart. But Jake refused to give her what she wanted.

“You’re not taking her from me. I’ve spent the last few years raising her while you wanted nothing to do with her. Her home is here with me.” Jake says firmly, not letting Lauren see that she was getting to him with her comments. Letting out an enraged huff, Lauren turns on her heels and retreats, leaving Jake alone with Javy once more.

“I am so sorry you had to see that.” Jake mutters apologetically to his friend who shakes his head dismissively.

“It’s all good. I take it she’s y/n’s mother?” Javy says, getting a solemn nod from Jake.

“She wanted nothing to do with y/n. Left both me and her in the middle of the night and now she thinks she can just waltz back in and take my daughter away from me?” Jake says angrily, taking a sip from his coffee as Javy watches carefully.

“Well, she’s going to have one hell of a fight if she wants to take that kid. She’s got to get through both of us.” Javy says, a light grin covering his face that Jake can’t help but mirror, touched by his friend’s willingness to help. Jake then smoothly returns the conversation back to what they were talking about before Lauren popped up.

In the next few days that passed, Jake assumed Lauren had simply moved on and he wouldn’t be seeing her again. However, one Saturday morning while Jake was sitting with you curled into his side watching cartoons, the doorbell rang. Jake carefully detangled you from his arms as you whined and attempted to cling to him again.

“You stay here and watch your cartoons, sweetheart. I won’t be long.” Jake says with a soft smile, kissing the top of your head and wrapping you in the blanket that the two of you had been sharing before heading to the front door. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a man in a suit and Jake immediately felt underdressed in his naval academy t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Are you Mr Jake Seresin?” The man asks, glancing from the envelope in his hand to Jake.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Jake confirms with a nod, worry beginning to settle in his stomach at the formalities and beginning to get a bad feeling.

“Court orders for you. A Miss Lauren Hall is wanting to take custody of your daughter. If you have any questions, there’s a number in the envelope you can call.” The man says, holding the envelope out towards Jake who takes it hesitantly. Jake thanks the man half-heartedly before closing the door. He heads back into the living room, plastering a small smile on his face when you light up upon seeing him again.

“Daddy!” You grin widely, holding your arms out towards him and making grabby hands in his direction. Jake immediately joins you, moving to sit you on his lap. He hugs you tightly, smiling as you cuddle into him, wrapping your little arms around his neck as he presses kisses to the top of your head. As you giggle at the antics of the cartoon character on screen, Jake tightens his grip on you ever so slightly, willing the tears back into their ducts. He wasn’t going to let Lauren take you from him.

When the time came for Jake to go to court, he fought to keep himself calm for your sake. He wore the smartest suit he had in his wardrobe and dressed you up in a dress you loved. He hated that you had to come with him, but the court demanded it. When Jake opened the front door, he came face to face with Javy who offered him a soft smile.

“Hey, Jake.” Javy says quietly, greeting his friend.

“Hey, Javy.” Jake responds, just as he’s about to turn around to pick you up, you darted towards Javy happily.

“Uncle Javy!” You exclaim happily, rushing towards the aviator.

“Hey there, junior. Don’t you look pretty today!” Javy says, scooping you up with ease as he grins widely at you as Jake’s phone buzzes in his hand. Jake had hired a lawyer who had been helping him with everything and Jake learnt he’d have to state his case himself with other witnesses. Jake knew he was in for a fight so he enlisted Javy’s help to testify as well as a few parents of your kindergarten friends who had gotten to know Jake over time.

“Daddy said I had to look pretty today.” You say with a laugh as Javy tickles you quickly, hugging him once he’s stopped tickling you.

“Well, you’re looking like a princess.” Javy praises, looking over at Jake who is watching the interaction with a gentle smile.

“We should probably head out.” Jake says, regretting ruining the moment but knowing that he can’t be late. Javy hands you to Jake and leads him to his car so the three of you can head to the courthouse.

When the three of you were sitting waiting for the court session to begin, Jake couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing. His lawyer leant over and quietly reassured him that this was an open and shut case. Since Jake had been your primary caregiver, he held a much better chance of keeping you than Lauren did taking you. But Jake also knew that the courts, no matter how much they deny it, have a bias towards mothers rather than fathers.

When the judge called the court to order, everyone fell silent. The judge speaks to both Jake and Lauren’s lawyers and lets them take the floor one at a time to give an opening statement. Each lawyer presented their case and then the judge moved on to hearing from Jake and Lauren. Jake was questioned first, being asked about what it was like to raise you alone as a single father and why he thinks he should maintain custody of you.

“I’m in it for the long haul. From the second I held her, my daughter has been the centre of my universe. Everything I do, I do to let her have the best life possible. I’d never do anything to put her at risk. I love y/n so much.” Jake said honestly. He knew he’d never been a man to be open with his feelings, but he figured if there was any time to be completely open it was now.

“Okay, and since you are a naval aviator, you know you run the risk of being killed in action. Does y/n have someone who would look after her should anything happen to you?” His lawyer asks, glancing from the judge to Jake.

“Yes. I made Javy her godfather. He would be the person to look after her if anything happened.” Jake says, his gaze shifting to where you were sitting on Javy’s lap, and he couldn’t stop the small smile that crossed his face when he saw you grin and hug Javy a little tighter at his words. Jake got asked a few more questions before he was allowed to leave the stand. Jake was sure just from his words alone that the court would be in his favour until Lauren took the stand. Lauren spun a story that she left so she could work to get money and that Jake cut off all contact and moved across the country to take you away from her. Jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing from this woman’s mouth. His anger only increased when she started saying that he couldn’t possibly be a suitable parent for you when he had to go on long deployments and how he could die and leave you with no one to care for him, insisting that Javy was also at risk of dying due to being an aviator as well so was, therefore, an unsuitable person to care for you.

Soon enough, the case progressed to testimonies from friends and family. Javy was up first, and he passed you to your friend’s mum with a whispered promise that he’ll be back soon before heading to the stand.

“Ensign Machado, you’ve been a close friend of Ensign Seresin since you joined the academy, is that correct?” Jake’s lawyer asks, standing in front of the stand Javy was sitting at.

“Correct.” Javy confirms, nodding his head in response as he glances across at Jake.

“And you helped look after y/n Seresin as her godfather?” The lawyer questions further.

“Of course.” Javy says.

“And what would you say your opinion is of my client as a parent?” Jake’s lawyer then asks. Javy looks over at Jake, shooting him a small supportive smile before talking.

“I don’t think it’s so much of an opinion than it is facts. Jake Seresin is the best parent out there for that little girl. It’s clear to anyone that he loves his daughter more than anything else on this planet. Most dad’s our age would rather spend their night at the bar but Jake rushes home the second he’s finished at work to make sure he can spend time with y/n. He’s giving her a great life. She’s grown up with such a loving father and I’d hate to see her taken away from him.” Javy testifies, fighting the urge to smugly smile over at Lauren when the lawyer nods in approval at his words. When Javy was dismissed, he returned to his seat and got you situated on his lap once more as you hugged him. Jake looked over his shoulder to watch the interaction and wished more than anything that he could comfort you.

After Javy, Lauren’s new boyfriend Steve took to the stand. He praised Lauren and said she’d been crying and missing her daughter since he met her. Jake couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that comment. Lauren had never given a shit about you before she left and since Jake never blocked her number on his phone she had every means to contact him if she so desired, not that Jake would be that willing to let her back in straight away but they could’ve tried. Jake’s leg started bouncing again as her boyfriend continued to talk, winning over the hearts of those gathered by spinning a sob story. When the parents of your kindergarten friends testified, Jake thought his chances were improving again until Lauren’s mum took to the stand. She spun the same story, saying Lauren was devastated at leaving you behind with Jake, claiming that Lauren went back to the old apartment and found that Jake had up and left with no warning. When Jake’s lawyer tried to object, stating that Lauren was aware of Jake’s application to the naval academy, Lauren’s lawyer fired back that as your mother she deserved the right to know when Jake was going to move. Jake clenched his jaw as the judge regained order as he felt his chances to keep you slipping away. When the testimonies had finished and both lawyers had given their closing statements, all attention fell to the judge as she called for a ten-minute recess so she could come to an appropriate conclusion after reviewing everything mentioned in the case. When the court was officially adjourned for the recess, Jake’s lawyer excused himself along with most others in the building while Javy approached with you sat on his hip. Upon seeing your dad, you wiggled out of Javy’s arms and rushed into your dad’s comforting hold.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jake says softly, smiling up at Javy who smiles back.

“Can we go home, daddy? I’m bored.” You whine, looking at your dad with your famous puppy dog eyes and as much as it broke Jake’s heart and made him want to whisk you up and leave the courthouse, he knew he couldn’t do it.

“Soon, baby.” Jake says gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you hug him tighter and whine once more into his blazer. Jake held you a little tighter and glanced back up at Javy, both men hoping and praying that you’d get to stay with him. When the ten minutes were up, Javy took you into his arms once more and returned to his seat while quietly reassuring you that you’ll see Jake again in a minute. You sat on Javy’s lap, quietly observing everyone as they filtered back in and found their seats.

“Court is back in session. I, along with the jury have come to a decision. Bailiff, could you bring y/n forward?” The judge says and a bailiff approaches Javy, asking if you could follow him. You hesitantly get off Javy’s lap with his gentle encouragement. The bailiff places a hand on your back and encourages you to walk to stand before the judge. You wanted to go to Jake, but the bailiff told you that you needed to stay put.

“After considering the facts of this case. We have come to the decision that y/n Seresin would be better off living with her mother, Lauren Hall.” At the judge’s words, Jake’s heart plummeted into his stomach and his eyes welled with tears. That was that. You were going to be taken away from him and he knew that Lauren wouldn’t ever let him see you again. As if she was expecting this result, Lauren turned to face you, crouching down and holding her arms out to you.

“Come here, sweetheart. Come to mummy!” She tries to encourage you in a sickly sweet tone but you shy away, trying to hide behind the bailiff. Steve, quickly growing impatient with you not cooperating with Lauren, made his way forward and grabbed you harshly by the arm and began pulling you over to Lauren as you wailed and cried.

“Get your hands off her!” Jake yelled, immediately leaping out of his seat and making his way over to Steve before he got stopped by the bailiff.

“Sir, there’s no need to get involved.” The bailiff states calmly.

“No need? He’s hurting my kid! You’re going to let that asshole take my kid from me?” Jake demands, almost yelling in the bailiff’s face as you cried out for Jake, trying to pull away from Steve’s grip. Another bailiff had to stop Javy from leaping in and getting involved when he saw Steve grab your arm. The judge, silently observing the ordeal, slammed down the gavel and ordered silence just as Lauren and Steve were about to leave.

“Everyone is to return to their seats, and Mr Jones you are to release y/n right now.” The judge orders, and slowly and reluctantly, people return to their seats while the bailiff leads you back into the middle.

“I have decided to overturn my previous decision as it was clearly made in error. Instead of having y/n go to live with her mother. Full custody will be granted to her father Jake Seresin. Bailiff, let the girl go to her father.” Jake couldn’t believe what words left the judge’s mouth. The bailiff let you go, and Jake immediately got out of his chair and knelt down to catch you as you launched into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder as Lauren storms off, Steve and her parents in tow as the other gathered people besides Javy leave the courtroom.

“It’s okay baby girl. You’re okay. They’re not going to come near you again. I promise.” Jake whispers in your ear as he hugs you tightly, allowing a few tears of his own to fall. He presses several kisses to your temple, glancing up at the judge and mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ to her before focusing all of his attention back on you.

“Did he hurt you?” Jake asks quietly, gently pulling away and taking your arm in his hands, inspecting where Steve had grabbed you harshly. He could see red marks from where you had been grabbed and he was sure they’d turn into bruises in due time.

“A little.” You mumble, looking down at your feet while Jake examines your arm. Jake peppers delicate kisses all over the red marks before looking back at you.

“There, your arm will start feeling better in no time.” Jake says with a gentle smile before scooping you up and setting you on his hip as Javy approaches, a worried expression on his face.

“Is she okay? I’m so sorry Jake I should’ve-”

“She’s okay. And you have nothing to apologise for Javy. I’m just glad she’s still here with me.” Jake says, freeing one hand to clap Javy on the shoulder with a grin that Javy couldn’t help but mirror.

“Let’s get the kid home, shall we?”

No pair of eyes from Dagger Squad left Jake the entire time he spoke. Bradley refused to let Jake’s hand go, rubbing his thumb along his knuckles to provide silent support while Javy offered to take over telling parts of the story but Jake told him that it was okay and he could do it.

When Jake had finished telling the team what happened, the silence that had fallen over the team remained in place for a minute or two before Bob finally spoke up.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Jake. I couldn’t imagine having to deal with almost having your child taken away from you.” He says, receiving a grateful smile from Jake.

“I hope none of you go through it.” Jake says, surveying his friends as he speaks. Bradley gives Jake’s hand a soft squeeze as he speaks.

“Well, she’s here with us. We don’t need to worry about your ex coming back.” Bradley says softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jake’s temple.

“If she did dare to come back, she’d have to get through all of us and you before she got to y/n.” Fanboy says, lightening the mood and earning a chuckle from the entire team, all of them knowing they’d do just about anything to protect you.

As the team falls back into their conversations, sipping on their beers and laughing. Jake observes them all while moving to cuddle into Bradley’s side, grateful that they were the people he got on his team when he came back to Top Gun. Except they weren’t just his team anymore. They were his family.

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[waratah-moon]

24 with Joey where you used to date before he got famous?

24. My mum asked about you again. You and I are on the same wave length anon. This is my first Joe piece! and i broke my own heart writing it. 🎂 bday prompts list 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warning: Big time angst, HEA as always (no broken hearts on this blog)

You didn't think you'd see him here. He hadn't shown up to the last few parties your friends had thrown, so you thought it would be a safe bet that he wouldn't be at this one either.

The two of you had ended on okay terms, mutually agreeing to breaking things off before he'd started the press tour. It had been hard enough being long distance while he was filming in the states, and you weren't prepared for him to be gone for even longer. He'd tried to compromise, asked you to come with him, but you couldn't leave your life behind for him.

It had been difficult seeing him everywhere since then; you couldn't go on the internet without seeing his face and the love you still had for him hadn't lessened in the months you'd been apart. Seeing him tonight for the first time since he'd collected his things from your apartment was absolutely heart wrenching.

"I can tell him to go," your friend followed your eyes across the room to where he was chatting with a small group.

"No, that's not fair. These are his friends too," you sighed, downing the rest of your drink in hopes that the alcohol would numb the stabbing feeling in your chest. You weren't suppose to feel this way. You'd been the one to suggest the split after all, so why did seeing him make you regret it?

He caught your eye, subtle pain passing over his features as he quickly looked back to the girl he was talking to. Okay, so he wanted to play it that way. If he could ignore you, you'd ignore him right back.

You didn't see him for the next hour, and resigned yourself to enjoy the company of your friends and the free alcohol. As the night was almost coming to an end, you stepped out into the empty courtyard for a breather.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be here tonight," he was hidden in an alcove outside, cigarette hanging off his lips.

"Unfortunately I am, sorry 'bout that."

"No, I was hoping you'd be here. Jordan said you usually come to Claire's parties so I thought there'd be a good chance you'd show up."

"Well you found me," you watched the smoke curl upwards from the lit end of his cigarette.

"How've you been? You look good."

"I've been alright. Not as good as you it seems."

"I've been absolutely miserable," he took a drag, his hand shaking slightly. "I hear congratulations are in order, for the promotion. I know how hard you were working for it."

You kicked the edge of a loose paving stone, "oh, thank you. How'd you know?"

His head fell back against the brick wall. "Mum asked about you again, so I asked Claire how you were doing and she told me about it. Mum says congratulations too, by the way."

"Tell her thank you."

You were both silent, the only sounds coming from the cars driving past and the soft thumping of the music playing inside the house. "I never should have let you go so easily. There's not a day that goes by that I don't regret fighting for you."

You sighed, "it wasn't working. You know that."

"We didn't try hard enough. I didn't try hard enough."

Tears stung in your eyes and you instinctively went to rub them, completely forgetting about the hour you had spent perfecting your smokey eye. "You did try, though. We both did. Do you know how much it hurt being away from you while you were filming? It was agony. I couldn't go through that again."

"It was torture for me too. But at least back then there was something to look forward to at the end of it. I eventually got to come home to you. Now it's just," he huffed, throwing his hand up in attempt to grasp the words. "It's like walking through one of those stupid mirror mazes with no way out. There's no light at the end of the tunnel."

"Been thinking about metaphors a lot, huh?" Your laugh was emotionless, as mascara tears stained your cheeks.

His frown was heartbreaking. "Baby."

The pet name went straight to your stomach. "Don't."

"Please," he pleaded. "Just tell me I'm not the only one suffering here. If you tell me you've over me then I'll go. I'll try to move on."

"I-" you started but the words wouldn't form. Your heart couldn't lie to him. "I still love you. I tried not to, I tried so hard, but I can't stop loving you."

"Can we just go back to how things were?"

"But it didn't work-"

"We can make it work. We can facetime every day, and I'll try to stay in London as much as I can and-"

"Slow down," you placed your hand on his forearm and he stilled under your touch. "If we're going to try this again, we need to talk about it. Can we get breakfast tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah. Alright." He dropped the cigarette, crushing the butt with his shoe. "Uh, can I ask you for a favour?"

"Depends, what is it?"

"Can I kiss you?"

You caved, answering his question by cupping the back of his neck and bringing his lips to your own.

[corrieguards]

Gotta ask… what would Dogma be like with a crush? What do you think he would do for a first date? Do you think he’d be willing to bend the rules for his crush/significant other?

send me a random anon ask 🖤

Ohhh Dogma!! Great question anon🤍 I have a huge soft spot for this boi and i hate how misunderstood he is.

Got slightly carried away with this one but honestly, no regrets.

I'm going to start off by saying that I think Dogma is a very very complex character, so I'm going to divide it into pre and post Umbara.

I hate to say it, but i think Pre-Umbara Dogma would just shove the feelings down and try his best to completely ignore them. He's just wound too tight for me to see him acting any differently.

Obviously it wouldn't work, because we all know that the more you ignore a crush, the worst it gets. It would drive him crazy bc why can't he get you out of his fucking head??

Gets mad and frustrated at himself because he doesn't understand why he's thinking about you like this. He knows he shouldn't, so why can't he stop??

I think Dogma is a very stubborn individual and wouldn't let himself cave to the feelings, regardless of how real and intense they are.

In a desperate attempt to get a control of the situation, he would treat you as cold and distant as possible, border-line mean to you. Just because it's the only way he can keep a clear head and stop thinking about you. So he tries to keep you at arms length at all times.

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Post-Umbara Dogma is a whole 'nother story altogether.

Umbara put a lot of things in perspective for him, mainly that blind loyalty will bring him nothing except suffering, and that holding himself back from the things he wants is only hurting himself and others.

So, while he's sitting in that Umbaran cell, he resolves that he's going to stop holding back and just go for it, regulations be damned.

Maybe it's an act of defiance, or a way to get back to the things that have made him suffer. But either way, once Dogma decides something, you best bet he's going to go through with it his stubborness shinning through again

Now, if you want to make it angsty, then you can lean towards the headcanon that he doesn't come back from Umbara, and just gets decommissioned. Hence, never getting the chance to actually ever confess to you.

However, if you're like me and need to give him a happy ending, then you can choose to belive that he does come back. And as soon as he gets back he finds you and just straight up confesses all his feelings for you. Awkwardly and a little clumsy, but still undoubtedly very sincerely and genuine.

If you accept to try a relationship with him, he'll treat you like and absolute princess to make up for lost time + apologies profusely for the way he's treated you before.

His ideal place for a first date is definitely going to be somewhere secluded and private, just the two of you so he can really let loose and show you his true self.

Dogma is bby boy and he just needs a lot of patience and love 🩵 he could do with a hug too

[library-of-ohara]

anon asked: MAY I PLEEEEASS REQUEST FOR ACCIDENTAL EXHIBITIONIST KAIDO. Like this man is 7 meters tall and and I just imagine the whole onigashima maybe even the whole wano could hear this babygirl’s moan and grunts while doing the deed or flying solo iykwim. maybe even cause a slight earthquake with his thrusts Thank you thank you sososososo much 🛐 (this is so horny im sorry feel free to ignore 😭)

a/n: written by Lale (@childofblackmaria) <3 YES YOU MAY MY BELOVED ANON. whoever you are, thank you for sending this in because it was pure self-care writing this. i love this babygirl and i hope you enjoy reading this!

contains: gn!reader, n.sfw under the cut, rough sex, implied monsterfucking (not descriptive), bit crack but filthy as requested (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

word count: 707

It was happening again.

The Beast Pirates were exchanging nervous glances, holding onto each other as they ran outside, away from everything that could drop down from shelves or the ceiling. The kitchen staff was alarmed as soon as the plates in the kitchen cabinet were starting to clatter, grabbing their few belongings and some pots and pans to alarm everyone else on their way out. This was not a drill. The floor was shaking slightly, the walls of the castle were starting to crumble a bit. It felt like an earthquake but it was not.

Kaido was fucking again.

Fucking you, to be precise. You had always joked about being able to take him – once, when you had a death wish maybe – but now that it was really happening you regret your words a little maybe; they might have turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy. No amount of lube could have prepared you, your hole, for his merciless, literally earth-shattering thrusts. He went from his flirty, drunk phase straight to his dicking down area, his only mission now was to fuck.

And boy, was he enjoying it.

The sweet moans and growls coming out from deep inside his throat, the whimpers when he was balls-deep inside of you, holding still to feel you clenching around him, only to increase the speed of his thrusts the next second, making you arch your back in lust and desperation, the sensation of him being inside too strong too handle almost. You adored that he wasn’t holding back though, you always loved a man who was loud in bed, letting you know how heavenly that cunt felt that was squeezing them dry.

Kaido was fucking you against the wall of his chambers, but not even the massive bricks were able to withhold his thrusts, causing slight cracks that grew bigger and bigger until the whole wall crumbled. Talk about some wrecking balls.

He didn’t care about the bedroom wall being gone and continues fucking you on the hallway, the slaps of his skin on yours echoing through the whole castle by now probably, making the transmission powers of the Marys completely unneccessary. You wail out his name as you fall apart under his cock, your whimpers and his groans turning into a sweet choir of lust and hunger, the sloppy movements of his hips an unsteady rhythm, the slaps drumming through the whole Skull Dome.

Meanwhile the Tobiroppo also gathered outside, listening to the spectacle unimpressed. Just another Tuesday night with their feral captain, what’s new? King was leaning disinterested against a tree, staring at the sea, probably contemplating his life choices while Queen was getting ready for an impromptu concert to the sound of Kaido’s balls slapping which echoed from every wall that was still standing in Onigashima.

Who’s Who and Sasaki were taking bets about how long he’s gonna last this time and if he was gonna cry afterwards again and if he will switch into his dragon form in between; meanwhile Black Maria was filing her nails, small talking with her subordinates and watching over Ulti who was this close to stomping to Kaido, asking him if he was stupid for interrupting her favorite telenovela that was on air right now. Page One looked like he was ready to drown himself just to escape this whole mess, he couldn’t even grab his headphones on his way out to mute the noise. X Drake took a mental note that his boss and also his therapist will hear about this, already filing a lawsuit in his mind.

Several hours and a big bang later, Onigashima was finally quiet again, the haunting echoes stopped. A few stones were still crumbling from the ceiling and Kaido’s subordinates returned to the castle, trying to clean up the mess and damage he caused, still avoiding his chambers though where he was now sobbing in your arms, sad because it was over and also relieved because you were still standing, despite everything (Who’s Who won his bet about the dragon form). You pat his massive back and send a prayer to the gods for letting you walk out of that night alive, even though you were a bit hungry for another round, to be honest…

[yan-senna]

You Lost Your Chance (LM, SS)

By yan-senna

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This one shot contains Lucius Malfoy x reader and slight Severus Snape x reader. I only own Y/N who is the same age as Severus and 1 year younger than Lucius.

This is a request from an anon here on Tumblr. Thank you for your request!

During their Hogwarts years, Severus wants to make Lily Evans jealous. He decides to do so by pretending to date Y/N Y/L/N. However, the girl is devastated once she finds out. Lucius Malfoy comforts the crying girl as he secretly has a crush on her. Years later, they end up betting married. Unfortunately for Severus, he has regretted his actions towards Y/N.

I hope you enjoy!

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Word count: 1.5k

Published: 3/2/2022

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Author’s note:

Sorry for late publication! I was so tired while writing this😴

Also, Lucius is only one year older than Y/N and Severus in this story! And Severus and Lily are still friends, the incident in their 5th year didn’t happen in this one. I hope you enjoy!

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TW: Angst - jealousy, loss of friendship, lying and taking advantage of someone

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, all the students are eating dinner. However, one student is barely touching his knife and fork. He’s too busy thinking.

Severus Snape, a sixth-year Slytherin student, is looking at the Gryffindor table. He’s observing Lily Evans, laughing at a joke James Potter made.

The Slytherin boy can’t help but feel jealous.

He and Lily had been friends for a while before they came to Hogwarts. However, ever since she met James Potter and his friends, her friendship with the Slytherin boy has started to slowly fade away.

Severus sighs to himself. Now that she rarely hangs out with him, he has truly realised what she means to him. He’s in love with the Gryffindor girl.

Which is why he wants to make her jealous so she will start to notice him again.

However, he can’t figure out how to make her jealous.

An idea suddenly pops into his head. He could make her jealous if he pretended to date someone else. Yes, that’s it!

There’s just one problem - who would willingly date Severus Snape?

As he looks around the Slytherin table, his eyes land on a fellow sixth-year student. Y/N Y/L/N.

The girl is kind and probably one of the prettiest Slytherin girls. That should make Lily jealous. He hopes that this will work.

Once dinner is done, Severus hurries to catch Y/N alone.

“Y/N, wait!” he yells before she enters the common room.

The girl stops in her tracks when she hears his voice. She turns around and smiles at him.

“Oh, hello, Severus” she shyly says as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

He clears his throat. “I know this is very sudden, but… You see, I have feelings for you and was wondering if you would like to date?” he asks, trying not to sound too desperate.

It might be a lie, but it won’t hurt, right? She doesn’t like him anyway, but hopefully she will give this a chance.

“Oh, you do? I have feelings for you, too! I thought you wouldn’t feel the same, that’s why I have never told you” she says as she sighs in relief.

Severus slowly gulps. He feels a bit bad, but he’s sure she won’t be that devastated when he has to break up with her. He just hopes that Lily will get jealous enough to finally notice him.

They agree to date each other.

A few weeks later, Severus is getting impatient. Whenever Lily is looking in their direction, she doesn’t look jealous at all. She SMILES. Why in Merlin’s name would she smile?

Having enough, Severus confronts her once he’s lucky enough to catch her alone.

“Hi, Severus! I have heard you and Y/L/N are together. Congrats, I’m so happy for you!” the red-haired girl says as she smiles.

Severus can’t believe it. She’s happy for him?!

“Lily, we are not… I don’t like Y/L/N, I like YOU. I’m just pretending to be with her to make you jealous!” he snaps.

Lily looks at him in disbelief. She however widens her eyes as she looks behind him.

Raising an eyebrow, Severus turns around. What he sees almost makes him choke on air.

In front of him is none other than Y/N standing, having tears in her eyes.

“You… you don’t like me?” she asks, her voice cracking.

Severus internally kicks himself. Great, this wasn’t supposed to happen!

“Y/N, I…” he starts, but can’t finish his sentence. He has no idea what to say.

As Y/N’s tears fall down her cheeks, the Slytherin girl runs away, seeking refuge in the common room. To her luck, no one is there, which means she can cry in peace.

As she does so, she can’t help but scold herself. Why did she even think that he liked her? Of course he likes Lily Evans! Why did she have to fall for him?

As she keeps sobbing while covering her face with her hands, she doesn’t notice someone entering.

It’s Lucius Malfoy.

When the seventh-year student notices the crying girl on the couch, he freezes to the spot when he realises who she is. It’s Y/N Y/L/N, the girl he has a crush on.

He felt absolutely devastated when he found out that she started dating Severus. It confused Lucius, however - he knows that his friend likes Lily Evans. So why would he date Y/N?

Well, he now has an idea why. He takes a deep breath. This might be his chance.

He slowly sits down next to the crying girl, gently putting a hand on her shoulder.

That startles her. She slowly looks up to see who it is.

“L-Lucius?” she quietly asks. She’s surprised to see him sitting next to her.

The popular and rich seventh-year boy gives her a charming smile. “Yes, it’s me. Are you okay, Y/N? Who hurt you?” he questions as he looks into her eyes, though he already has a guess as to what her answer is.

Y/N sighs. “You know how Severus and I were dating? Well, it turns out he just used me to make Lily Evans jealous…” she explains as she sniffles.

Lucius hands her a green handkerchief. She gratefully grabs it and dries her teary eyes before blowing her nose.

“I can’t believe Severus did this to you. How could he ruin such an opportunity? You are kind, smart and absolutely beautiful” the blonde-haired boy says as he gently strokes her cheek.

That makes Y/N blush. “Y-you think so?” she asks, looking insecure.

He nods. “I do. In fact, I have feelings for you. I know Severus said the same to you, but the difference is that I actually mean it. I didn’t tell you before as I could tell that you liked him” he explains.

Y/N can’t help but smile. “Well, past tense is definitely correct. I don’t like him anymore, I’m over him” she states.

Lucius smiles back. “So, does that mean I stand a chance?“ he questions as he scoots closer to her.

“Yes, it does” she says, looking into his eyes.

They then share their first kiss in the Slytherin common room.

After that day, Lucius and Y/N have gotten in a relationship together.

Severus has tried to apologise. However, to no luck. The girl doesn’t wish to speak to him after what he did to her.

He really regrets it, it wasn’t supposed to end like this. Lily has also been ignoring him after what he did.

The Slytherin boy sighs. He truly feels lonely as Lucius, his only friend, is always with Y/N since they got together.

He wonders if this can ever be fixed.

Five years later, Lucius and Y/N are married. They live together in Malfoy Manor and are expecting their first child.

Right now, they are cuddling while sitting on the couch by the fireplace. Lucius kisses his wife’s forehead.

“I’m so glad I have you in my life” he says as he sighs in content, happy with his life.

Y/N smiles as she grabs her husband’s hand, kissing it. “So am I, I couldn’t imagine a better life” she states, looking happy.

As Lucius is about the kiss her, a house elf shows up.

“Master Malfoy has a visitor” the elf states.

Raising an eyebrow, Lucius excuses himself as he walks towards the front door.

As he opens it, he’s surprised to see his friend from Hogwarts - Severus Snape.

“Severus? What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?” he questions.

Severus sighs. “I came here to see Y/N” he merely says.

Lucius raises an eyebrow at that. “And why would you do that? Have you finally come to apologise after all these years?” he asks as he crosses his arms.

Severus huffs. “I tried to apologise!” he snaps.

That makes Lucius laugh in disbelief. “I’m sure you did… Wait a minute, why would you suddenly apologise? Do you finally regret what you did? And more importantly, do you truly think you stand a chance?” he questions, glaring at his friend.

Severus glares back. “Of course I regret it! I took advantage of someone who actually liked me!” he says through gritted teeth.

“Well, Severus. You lost your chance - Y/N is my wife, and she’s carrying my child. If you cannot respect that, then you are no longer my friend” Lucius states, giving him a cold look.

Severus sighs. “I guess we are no longer friends, then” he mutters as he walks away from Malfoy Manor.

Severus can’t help but deeply regret what he did five years ago. That could have been him with Y/N as his wife, her carrying his child and not Lucius’.

All because he wanted to make Lily Evans jealous - a girl who clearly only saw him as a friend.

Severus Snape lost his chance and will live forever alone until his last breath.

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Author’s note:

If you liked this, then you might also like Insecure Love (SS)!

The next one shot is “Regret” (SS).

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[thefanficmonster]

Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.” 

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

                                                          * * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger! 

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at. 

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black. 

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“ 

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me. 

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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[halsteadlover]

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by anon: Please can you write a Jay fic where they make a bet on who can last the longest without touching each other but on a night out she teases him to try and make him break? Thanks!

• Warnings: maybe some bad words.

• Word count: 2290.

• A/N: I don't know what to think about this, I hope you'll like it, let me know what you think if you want. I'm sorry for any mistakes. Sending lots of love to everyone, stay safe 💞.

“Let's make a bet. We have to stay as long as possible without touching each other, whoever resists the most wins.”

You didn't know why you had the amazing idea of making this bet with Jay, your handsome and sexy as hell boyfriend. Seriously, what the heck was going through your head that moment? How were you supposed to resist touching him?

It seemed like years had passed since that bet when it was just only few hours. Damn, you didn’t realize how much you constantly wanted to have physical contact with him until now and certainly seeing him fresh out of the shower still dripping water with only one towel around his waist didn’t help at all.

Fuck he looked like a Greek god.

The book you were reading was now forgotten as your eyes studied every inch of his perfect body. God, it had to be illegal to be so hot and sexy and the way his back muscles flexed with every movement he made, how his biceps twitched as he dried his hair with a towel, winning that bet was going to be really hard.

“You like what you see baby?” he asked when he noticed the way you continued to devour him with your eyes.

“Oh you have no idea” you replied enchanted, biting your lower lip. Jay tried to ignore that gesture of yours and that hungry look in your eyes.

“You want to end the bet already? You know I wouldn’t be against it,” he said with a grin on his face. He walked over to the side of the bed where you were sitting and you had to leverage all your strength not to give in and not to pass your tongue all over his body and his sculpted abs.

You took a deep breath, only causing the grin on Jay’s face to rise. “You wish Halstead, you’ll be the one to lose and do what I want,” you said with a winking tone and a smirk on your lips before giving him a wink and continuing reading the book. God only knew how difficult it was to try to ignore him but if the urge to throw yourself at Jay was high, it was more to win the bet and have him at your complete disposal.

Jay started that bet confident and 100% sure he could win it but over time he realized how wrong he was and how hard it was not being able to touch you as he really wanted. Not being able to touch made teasing each other more intense and fun, as well as obviously more frustrating.

A little over a day had passed since the start of the bet and this was the longest time you and Jay had spent without running your hands all over each other.

You were at home getting ready for a night out with Jay's team when you heard your doorbell ring. You wrapped your body in a towel as you just got out the shower and went to open it, a huge smile on your lips when you saw Jay in all his splendor and beauty. He was dressed completely in black and you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was wearing a shirt, you knew it wasn’t a coincidence and there was no need to say that you didn’t want to do anything but rip it off him.

“Look who’s there,” you said with a grin noticing the way Jay’s eyes were tracing your towel-covered body. You let him inside and then shut the door behind him. You started laughing when Jay walked over to you to give you a kiss but stopped immediately as if he just remembered the bet.

“What is it baby?” you asked in mock amazement receiving from him a dirty look.

“I’m starting to regret taking this bet,” he replied, running his hands over his face and taking a deep breath. He hadn’t missed the way you were looking at him too, damn the sexual tension had never been so high and if you hadn’t both been so determined to win by then you would’ve already literally ripped off your clothes.

“You can always give up, no one forces you to go on.”

“You tried baby but it doesn’t work, I’ll be the one to win,” he whispered, an inch from your face. God, he was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your lips, it would’ve been enough for you to lean forward slightly to kiss him. You kept alternating your gaze between his beautiful green eyes and his lips that you ardently wanted to kiss as you deeply inhales his scent. It was so intoxicating that resisting him became more and more impossible.

“You better take a step back” you whispered back, clenching the towel in two tight fists so as not to go with your hands and touch Jay.

“Or else what?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, his tongue sensually wetting his lips.

You took a deep breath trying to regain control of yourself. “I’m going to get ready,” you said before turning around and going to your room as you heard Jay chuckle.

It was absolutely a coincidence that you decided to wear a long-sleeved shirt with a V-neckline that accentuated your breasts. You didn’t do it on purpose, absolutely not. Just as you didn’t wear a white, adherent skirt on purpose, which casually happened to be Jay’s favorite.

If he didn’t give in with this outfit then there was really something wrong.

After giving your hair and makeup a final check, you joined Jay in the living room, who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with his cell phone, his legs resting on the coffee table.

“I’m ready baby, we can go.”

When Jay looked up from his cell phone he cursed himself and the moment he decided to take your bet because seeing you he didn’t want to do anything else that slam you against the wall and fuck you till you both fell unconscious.

“Oh my…” He almost went cross-eyed as he didn’t know whether to look at your boobs or your legs. He wasn't the type to be left speechless very easily, but you somehow always managed to get him stunned and in loss of words.

“You like it?” you innocently asked doing a little spin to give him a nice view of your ass too.

“Holy shit…” he whispered almost collapsing “Y/N c’mon that’s not fair.”

“What?” you asked blinking your eyelashes in mock confusion.

“You know damn well what you do to me with that skirt… And your boobs… You’re gorgeous God,” Jay said mesmerized as he watched them and tried to suppress the ever-growing desire to throw himself at them with his whole face “Fuck you’re killing me.”

“You also know damn well what you do to me when you put this shirt on, I guess it’s an equal war,” you said with a smirk on his lips “Now let’s go, the others will be waiting for us.”

“God, it’s going to be torture,” he whispered more to himself than to you, running his hands over his face, his eyes still glued to you.

As the evening passed between chatter, jokes and laughter and you were more and more determined to make Jay lose the bet and considering how he was reacting you knew you were on the right path. He was trying so hard to adjust himself on his chair as you looked into his eyes and seductively sucked your straw to take a sip of your drink, your tongue gently playing with it.

“Baby you’re playing all kinds of dirty tonight,” he whispered on the verge of losing his mind as he took a deep breath.

“We didn’t impose any rule darling,” you whispered back and gave him a slight wink before continuing to talk to Kim.

You felt Jay’s gaze on you all the time, he indeed had done nothing but stare at you and your cleavage and being seated in front of you he had a perfect view of it.

“What’s up man?” Kevin asked next to him, nudging him lightly.

“What?”

“You look like you’re on another planet tonight,” Kevin said with a laugh, even though he actually knew why his friend was so distracted. Jay rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his beer and changing the subject.

You were fiddling with the straw of your drink while you looked at Jay while thinking about how you could provoke him. A slight grin appeared on your lips as he looked back at you, but he didn’t keep eye contact much as his eyes kept alternating between your breasts and your mouth. You and Jay kept looking at each other as if only you two existed, you didn’t care about anything else, neither to participate in other people’s talk or to seem strangers to events, the only thing you cared about was the burning desire you felt for each other and it was enough to see the way your eyes seemed to strip each other of all your clothes to understand how intense this desire was.

You decided that teasing him a little more wouldn’t be a bad idea, just because you loved seeing the way he reacted to your taunts, how he seemed to quiver with each passing second.

The rest of the group was talking to each other, not paying attention to you and Jay, so you took an ice cube from your now empty drink and brought it to your mouth, closing your lips around it while your eyes were fixed on Jay.

He kept looking at you completely mesmerized, his rapt gaze carefully following every single movement of yours. You noticed how his pupils were dilated and how his lips parted slightly as you let the ice cube slide down your chest until it reached the hollow between your breasts, obviously making sure no one was looking.

“Y/N for my sake stop it right now,” Jay muttered under his breath, his hands clenched in two fists so tightly as if he wanted to vent all his frustration that way.

“I’m not doing anything baby,” you said, slightly tilting your head to the side and fiddling with a lock of your hair. Jay took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair as he continued to stare at you with a hungry gaze. God only knew what he would do to you if you weren’t in public, he didn’t care about that damn bet anymore, he just wanted to rip your clothes off and take you to every surface possible and imaginable.

“Oops baby I dropped my purse by accident, can you please take it for me?” you asked him blinking tenderly. He looked at you cautiously, as if he was trying to read what was going through your head.

“Sure,” he said, then lowering himself under the table. He grabbed your casually dropped purse and almost had a heart attack when you slightly spread your legs, enough to show him the underwear you were wearing.

White lace. White fucking lace.

You knew perfectly well how much it drove him crazy and you were in fact successful in your intent, Jay lost his god damn mind and all his rational thought. Without attracting attention you slipped your hand under the table, and while you pretended nothing was happening and aware that Jay was watching you, with your fingers you started to touch the bare skin of your thigh, drawing imaginary circles on it before driving them up to your panties.

Jay was totally stuck and as much as he realized he was wasting too much time under that table he couldn’t take his eyes off you and your sensual movements. The desire to have you was literally devouring him, it was a desire so fiery and visceral that he could no longer resist and, fuck, he didn’t even want to do it anymore.

You almost winced when you saw Jay suddenly get up, your purse in his hand but what made you almost faint was the way he looked at you. You knew that look, that light he had in his eyes, it was the same that he always gave you before fucking you so hard that you couldn’t regularly sit for a week.

“We’re leaving,” Jay said and before anyone could argue you were already on your feet, the purse in your hands as you tried to suppress the smirk that threatened to come out on your lips.

“C’mon already?” Kevin said looking between you and Jay.

“Yeah, we have to wake up early tomorrow” your boyfriend replied and at that point you both said goodbye to your friends before leaving the club.

Jay didn’t even give you time to open the door of your home that he had already pressed you against the wall, his hands on your face and his lips on yours as he devoured you in a passionate kiss full of all the accumulated tension, his body pressed against yours. You slightly opened your mouth and his tongue immediately searched yours.

It was a kiss that completely took your breath away, that made your knees weak, that made your heart beat faster and made a knot in your stomach. You had never kissed like this, without limits, with so much desire and strength that made you even forget your names and everything around you, with so much passion as to steal your soul. You were a whole of gasps, sighs, lips biting and consuming each other.

“Why are you smiling?” he breathlessly whispered, his lips still brushing yours.

You kissed him again, still smiling. “I won.”

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gonna be a weird request but--octopus boi childe fucking the reader with his tentacles and making them suck from another tentacle please

Anon there is no such thing as a weird request, just one no one has ever thought of yet. Anyways! just like the previous request, please apply the adage "If there's a hole, there's a way!" three tentacles in one hole might be too much but with the power of love and lust nothing is impossible!

Wrapped in Love

Summary: In the aftermath of Liyue, in the cold and merciless everwinter of the Tsaritsa, Tartaglia learns how to fuck you with his new appendages.

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There were few things in life that you regretted, most of it involving Tartaglia in one way or another, your infatuation of him was an open secret among the Fatui. Not even the Tsaritsa was above using it to tease you on occasions where a meeting just ran far too long for her liking. Right now on top of your list of regrets, directly above the time you had loudly mentioned that Tartaglia was the most desired bachelor within the social circle of Snezhnaya’s noble ladies due to his family man side, was the consequence of you showing your tentacle kink to Tartaglia that one time he had specifically requested your skills to unseal Osial.

The consequence being subjected to help him test out Dottore's insane projects. A rare moment of cooperation between the two considering the immense dislike that was present among the rest of the Harbingers and Tartaglia, with the exception of you. It had taken you less than a month to accept the fact that compared to the other Harbingers, your talents didn’t include scheming or fighting.

If anything your talent was your dogshit luck at getting along well with the other harbingers, a glorified messenger that knew how to fight well enough when necessary but had no innate skill for it in the same way as Tartaglia. You were better off giving them ideas, a human rubber duck to bounce off thoughts for the Tsaritsa.

Which led to your current situation, in Tartaglia’s bathtub, massaging his new appendages. Of all the situations you dreamt of why you’d end up sharing a bath with him, this wasn’t one of them. Sure his thick tentacles were soft and squishy but when he curled them up, you could feel the core muscles, his new appendages were strong and you had no doubt Tartaglia would have no problem strangling 8 people at the same time.

Which then led to your current horny thoughts praying to your Archon to have mercy and not let Tartaglia comment on your thoughts that was entertaining the idea of tentacle sex.

‘I bet this would feel good inside me’ You thought as you gently observed the suckers on Tartaglia’s tentacle, the one you knew was his detachable dick.

Tartaglia’s tentacle wriggled gently on your hand, alternating between feeling out the gaps of your fingers with its thick tip that barely fitted through, and leaving marks on your hand with its suckers. The tentacle was darkish blue in hue, turning violet when the light hits it at a certain angle, if asked you would not be able to identify what sort of octopus he was beyond a specie that was most likely a bottom dweller.

While you were busy sitting on the rest of Tartaglia’s wriggling tentacles in your swimsuit, Tartaglia lounged about on the other end of the tub, facing your back with a displeased look on his face. His face rested on the knuckle of his hand, turbulent thoughts apparent on his face.

Tartaglia worried about your obliviousness once you became absorbed in your task. He wondered how you could still observe his tentacle when another one was wriggling directly below your crotch. He was quite aware that if it went on for another minute, he could definitely slip it in. His stare on your ass, whose crack was slightly visible from the way you crouched, burned through you but you ignored it. Countless missions spent with Tartaglia had made you immune, slowly but surely, to his bouts of displeasure on some of your work ethic.

Being younger than him had the equally fortunate and unfortunate effect of him being almost caring towards you. You bore with it because 1. You liked him, and 2. Letting him do as he pleased was more energy efficient. Such actions of course led to him liking you a whole lot more compared to the other harbingers, which meant that more often than not you were sent along with him to distant lands, which meant you dealt with whatever fall out occurred from his penchant of following trouble.

Not that you mind, sure you weren’t the best fighter among your colleagues, nor were you the best schemer among them but you were certainly the best negotiator they had when it came to compensation. So it stood to reason that it was best that you were paired with Tartaglia most of the time, which was fortunate considering the events in Liyue. Economic relations had only taken a slight dive after the whole Osial fiasco, with Tartaglia almost duking it out with Signora once they were away from prying eyes.

Your assurance that you had evacuated the entirety of Liyue Harbor with the spare Fatui soldiers you had and the rest of the Millelith, was the only reason Tartaglia easily backed down.

The result was that Tartaglia had warmed up to you considerably, and was without a doubt considered you as his “friend” if it meant sparring sessions every day that went from fighting each other all out to him teaching you how to use every weapon he knew. And Tartaglia as a catalyst user was just a sight to behold as much as he was a dual blade wielder.

“How long are you planning to ignore me?” He asked as he pulled you close to his chest, tentacles wrapping around your waist and legs, slyly splitting your legs wide apart.

“I’m not?” You answered, confusion lacing your tone.

You reached for the tentacle that you were studying, “Can you pass the recorder to me? Dottore was demanding an oral report.”

“Didn’t he hate those?”

“Yes. But for some reason he wanted one...ugh I’m getting back at him for this” You complained as you made yourself comfortable on his chest, slouching slightly as Tartaglia cuddled you in the tub.

He hummed at the sight of you being completely relaxed around him despite his temporary state as a weird octopus thing. His tentacles were exploring your skin, the small scars that you got from moments of carelessness in exploration made some parts of your skin different. His arms played with your hair, absentmindedly kissing you every now and then on the back of your head as two of his tentacles stealthily slithered up your chest resting below the area of your chest.

He watched you for a moment as you fiddled with the recorder, figuring out how to use it.

“There we go~!” You muttered, pleased at your actions that you remained unaware of imminent realization of your lewd thoughts.

Tartaglia smiled fondly before it turned into a lascivious smirk as he simultaneously gripped your waist as his tentacles slipped into your hole and sucked.

“Hnn~!” You moaned in surprise, back-arching at the intrusion only to end up pushing it further inside, the tentacles near your chest immediately latched on your nipples, sucking it until you let out another moan, “Ah~!”

“Wha-” The thick tentacle inside your hole sucked on your wall, gelatinous hydro coating its thick tip until it felt like your hole was filled to the brim, “No! Ahn! Don’t twist inside-”

Your words were interrupted by the intrusion of a particularly thick tentacle in your mouth. “Mmmpff!!!”

Drool dripped down on the sides of your mouth as you felt the appendage roaming inside, thick and slick as it fucked your mouth. You wriggled your body, doing your best to break free from the tight hold of Tartaglia’s tentacles but only made it tighten its hold on your limbs and drove it deeper inside you.

“You feel really good,” Tartaglia praised, making you pleased for a moment which was enough for his appendage that was stimulating your insides to go further, “How many of my tentacles do you think you can take?”

His words sent you to a bout of panic, the lone appendage that was sucking on the walls of your hole, wriggling about and hitting your spot was already too much for you. You signaled to him that any more would break you but all it did was make his grin wider just as you felt the two tentacles on your nipples grope your chest and then twist your over-stimulated nipples.

You cummed just as you felt the hard thrust inside your wall, sending you to another orgasm that had your body bending from the pleasure only to turn limp once the high was done. Even as you laid on his chest with your tired body and hazy mind, Tartaglia’s tentacles didn’t stop moving, you felt and saw your legs spread wide, two tentacles holding you up until your ass was lifted. The soft prod of another tentacle on your asshole made you sit up in alarm but it was useless as you felt your asscheek being spread and then the cold intrusion of the tip.

“Mpff!” Your alarm turned into a moan, mouth opening wide for one of his slightly thinner tentacles to slip in.

“Look at you, wriggling in pleasure” Tartaglia said as he licked your neck, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you would rub your slutty crotch on my tentacle? Did you like the feeling of my suckers rubbing your slutty hole?”

You were helpless as his tentacles lifted your legs up, the soft prod to your hole was all the warning you got before another tentacle roughly pushed its way in. You cried out in pleasure, hole clamping down in reflex but it was all for naught as you saw your legs being spread wide in the air and then felt your hole being fucked again and again until you came once more.

“Nnn!” You moaned as you laid on Tartaglia’s chest, your hands reached the nearest tentacle and began sucking it with your mouth.

Tartaglia laughed in delight, “What a cute slut you are!”

His laughter rang in your ears as you felt your mouth being forced open, his tentacle slipped out, your saliva coating it and stretching until a thin strand was left connecting the tip of his tentacle to your tongue. And then he kissed you, passionately as he twisted your body to sit facing towards him.

His tentacles harshly slipped out of your abused hole, making you moan and cum once more. The water on the tub sloshed and spilled from the harsh and vigorous movements of Tartaglia. His hands held you by the waist, treating your hole like a fleshlight as he repeatedly slammed you to his tentacles, occasionally rubbing your crotch against his suckers until you found yourself doing it personally.

You held onto his shoulders as you repeatedly used his tentacles to seek out your own orgasm. Dottore’s recorder was already long forgotten as it continued recording on the wet tiles of the bathroom floor.

“Tartaglia!” You cried out his name, when you felt another tentacle thrust inside you as his teeth clamped on your nipples. You came loudly, your hole twitching as it clamped on the tentacles.

“Fuck!” He cursed before pushing you down the tub, the waters drastically reduced, and moved to cover your entire lower half. You felt his beak and then the familiar push of the head of his cock on your entrance.

His hands played with your chest as he easily plunged his cock inside you. Your moans was silenced with his kiss, and then he began moving. He fucked you ardently, like a starved man, it was an odd sensation for your lower half, his suckers leaving bruises while his cock repeatedly and easily fucked your hole.

The water turned murky with each orgasm the two of you had, Tartaglia’s back was filled with your scratches and the crescent marks of your nails from digging deep in his skin. Your neck was littered with bruises and bite marks from his mouth. The two of you fucked as if both of you had been doused with aphrodisiac, as if neither of you had sex in a long while.

And though it was farthest from the truth, Tartaglia wouldn’t deny that he had missed you terribly. The entire time on Liyue had been spent either preparing for taking the gnosis or fixing up trade relations, there wasn’t a single time he was able to spend a day with you without it being work related.

Not even his weekly challenges with the traveler were able to stave off his longing for you. So for him, this was the closest he had been to you for a long time. When both of your lust had been satiated, you laid on the now almost empty tub, simply basking in the afterglow as you gave him absentminded kisses on his chest.

“Oh shit!” You cursed as you frantically left his loving embrace and searched for the lost recorder.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, tentacles pulling you back to his side.

“Dottore’s fucking recorder! I’d like it if our sex life wouldn’t be part of the official record of Dottore’s whatever!” You answered, as you swatted a particularly lecherous tentacle that was rubbing your still sensitive hole.

Tartaglia helped you look for it, arms hugging you as his eyes searched about before he spotted it near the claw foot of the tub. His tentacle reached for it, bringing it to you like a prize, ignoring the blinking red light that was still recording.

“What prize do I get?” He asked as he kissed your cheek, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

You hummed as you fiddled with the recorder, stopping it and hoping in vain as you replayed it’s contents.

“AHN~! NO!--IT WON’T FIT AT ALL!”

As soon as you heard your dirty talk, you immediately stopped the playback. Imaginary tears falling down your eyes as you cursed your past self for always being swept up on Tartaglia’s charm and antics.

“Ah~ as expected of my beloved comrade~ even though you said it wouldn’t fit, in the end you had three tentacles inside you in one hole right?”

You blushed at his teasing, “With how big your cock is, it would be a wonder if three didn’t fit.”

“Ahahaha!” He laughed, pure and genuine, “Comrade! That isn’t a winning argument for you at all~”

“Who cares! Anyways, what kind of pet name is comrade!?!” You tried to steer the conversation away from your loss, “Change it! Or are you dating the Traveler on top of me?!”

Tartaglia’s eyes softened at your kitten-like jealousy. He smiled at you, soft and loving that had you melting from the inside. It was in moments like this that made you wonder what life would be like for the two of you outside the Fatui, a normal life free from politik and schemes and the ever-looming threat of Celestia’s wrath.

“Then what about супруг(spouse)?”

An unsaid question, for a future that may never come. You paused, heart beating fast as you thought hard and deeply, not weighing the pros and cons but thinking of the possibility that this might not end in happiness. That this promise might end up the first one he’d break.

“Are you sure?” You asked him, meeting his eyes head on, willing him to understand what he was asking.

Out of all the Harbingers he was the closest to death. The one most likely to die first. He was their Vanguard, a sacrifice, when push comes to shove he would have to lay down his life for the rest of you. It was a thought both of you knew, a reason why he wanted to become stronger and stronger because no matter how many times he claims that world domination was his goal, you knew that protecting the ones he held dear was also the reason why.

Tartaglia may long for a glorious death from a battle, but you knew that he also longed for a life outside the Fatui.

“Yes” He answered as he drew close to you, forehead touching with yours.

You kissed him, gently and lovingly, and for the first time filled with hope instead of resignation at the harsh future that would come. An unsaid answer for a future that both of you would fight for.

‘I will be with you always, from this day until not even death may part us.’

[lisinfleur]

How love looks like

The request:

Author’s Notes | I hope you like the result, love!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Reader, Reader’s daughter

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW Ivar vol. II, posted for HTGI event

Words | 1619

⁑ Warnings: Mentinos to pain, possible incorrect quotes or informations about Ivar’s condition.

She was trembling when she came into my hall for the first time.

"King Ivar."

Even her voice was trembling. I could bet her fingers were cold, although the package in her hands was made of warm blankets. Her dress was ragged here and there, and her hair wasn't properly braided. But her beauty was undeniable.

However, what caught my eyes wasn't her pretty face but the way she approached my throne, bending enough so I could see the little face contorting itself, essaying a cry.

"I beg you... Please help me," she said, eyes teary.

Her hands unfolded the blanket making my eyes large. It was only a second before she folded the blankets around the little girl once again, hiding the twisted bones of her legs from the cold that made the child start cooing, annoyed.

I saw that woman clinging to that package as if her whole life was inside those blankets. And, for a moment, that scene made me remember my mother.

"You lived through it," that woman's voice woke me out of my memories, allowing me to notice the obvious difference between her and my beautiful mother. "I beg you mercy, my lord. Teach me, please. I want her to live. I know she can live! Her father doesn't believe the gods enough, but I saw what they did to you. You've done it. Please, my lord, teach me how to help her."

She didn't want her daughter to survive. No. Mother wanted me to survive. She wanted me to be there for her. That woman wanted her daughter to be like me...

She wanted her daughter to live.

"This Thing is over. I have matters to solve," I said, dismissing the other citizens.

My eyes on her, seeing how strongly she was fighting the tears. Her fear that I wouldn't help stamped on her face.

An expression that vanished completely when I caught my crutch, getting up to walk towards her.

"Bring the girl inside, woman. First lesson you need to learn: it is never warm enough for her."

Her tears broke down, but she nodded. And I could see the determination in her eyes, shining with hope and gratitude over me.

We placed the little girl inside my room, and she slept on my bed while her mother and I sat for a talk.

I discovered her name was Y/N. The little girl she named Eira seeking Eir's mercy over the little one. The bastard she once called a husband expelled them when she refused to leave the little girl to the wolves telling him king Ivar was a great man even being like her.

I was great in her eyes. I was the reason why she had faith her little girl could be someone. Something more than her father's shame...

She asked me for a place to serve in my castle since she had no place to live. I gave her the servant room beside mine and offered to serve me for a payment she could use to sustain herself and her little girl.

She accepted those crumbs as if I was saving her life.

The next day she had her little girl tied to her chest, cleaning and organizing everything I told her to.

During her work, I observed how lovely she was towards that tiny thing tied to her chest, sometimes dancing, sometimes making unnecessary rounds with the broom, everything to keep the little child entertained. The twisted little legs tightly kept against Y/N's chest as she restrained her own movements to avoid hurting her little girl.

That woman was different from anything I'd ever seen. Even from my mother - who would do nothing but care about me, neglecting my brothers, and sometimes herself, to keep me alive. Y/N was doing everything for her daughter, but as soon as the little one was asleep, I saw her brushing her own hair, messing with her clothes to find out the holes and sew them, eating properly from the portions I send to her; ensuring to be healthy and strong to care for the girl she carried around like a little treasure.

It touched my heart one day at a time.

And when the pain came and I saw Y/N in despair, lulling the little Eira trying to make her sleep, I came into her room sitting on the simple bed she would spend her nights on, and extending my arms towards her.

Her eyes were full of faith when she delivered the little Eira in my hands, observing as I gently placed the little one on the basked, moving her legs as little as possible until they were well supported and warmed by the blankets around her. With my fingers, I mashed some of my own herbs letting drops of the bitter juice fall into the little one's mouth, observing as it slowly did its job, relieving the pain and allowing Eira to fall asleep.

It was the first time I saw Y/N crumble in front of me, bitting her lips to cry in silence the anguish of her little girl's pain but also the relief of seeing she was finally tranquil.

I would see that several times. I would help Y/N to immobilize Eira's broken little legs properly to prevent them from healing the wrong way. I would help her to care for the little one's wounds when they came. And when nothing would help Eira's pain, I would help Y/N's to hold on to her faith that the gods had granted her daughter a better fate.

Whenever that little child slept after my touch, I felt a little like Harbard, taking away her pain like he'd done for me when I was younger. But, unlike me, Eira had my knowledge to help her grow better. To help her suffer less.

I didn't see when that little girl and her mother invaded my heart. Y/N learned from me to care for her child, but I saw her using what she'd learned several times to care for me instead.

She was the one providing my teas, helping with my wounds, sewing protections to make my braces more comfortable...

Relieving my pain. My loneliness.

Standing beside me even in my worst days, Y/N became someone I couldn't see myself without. Someone I didn't want to see myself without. And along with her, Eira also became a part of my life, making my heart melt when she started dragging herself around my hall like I used to do, imitating so soon the ways I had fought so hard to learn by myself.

She would come to me full of trust and laugh at me so easy!

Sometimes she wouldn't sleep if I wasn't near. Sometimes I would hear Y/N telling her my story, painting me as some kind of hero Eira was starting to follow.

And it would make me proud.

Y/N made me proud of what was once my worst shame. She made me feel I wasn't incomplete, nor half of a man. She made me feel my whole life had sense, meaning.

I'd come like that, with my twisted legs and pain, cause the gods knew my mind was gifted. The gods knew I would create ways to live.

And now, my ways were making Eira's life possible.

Better.

Easier.

Slowly, I took Y/N more and more from the service of the hall. Soon, she was something like a personal servant to me. She would go anywhere I would go, and I wouldn't want anyone but her around when I was moody or living a bad day.

She became my relief as much as I once was hers.

It was inevitable to fall in love with that woman. To bring her into my life. To want her as my queen.

"I want you, Y/N. I want Eira. And I don't want to ever hear about your ex-husband once again. He's nothing but past. He's nobody. She's my little girl, and this is how I want things to be now."

She didn't argue. But I could see it wasn't the initial fear that prevented her from arguing with me or trying to contradict my arguments. Y/N's fingers touched my face that night and she touched our foreheads with tenderness.

"I wouldn't want any different," I remember she said.

Her nose nuzzling against mine in a caress I would discover it was my favorite sensation in Midgard.

"Eira is my gift from the gods. And they've decided to bless me again with you."

Now my little Eira was twelve years old. Her little braces were reproductions of mine, in a smaller size. She couldn't run around with the other children, but she would spend hours playing hnefatafl with me, making me the best company I could ever want.

She was definitely better than I ever was. Always filling our hearts with joy whenever she would play with her two little brothers the gods had blessed me with.

I'd noticed her blood-father walking around sometimes, looking at her at the market or observing as she would easily walk with her crutch around, sometimes trying to go a little faster than she really could just to show me something she wanted or giggle with her usual playful tone. I could see he regretted his mistake, but I never gave him a chance to approach, always looking at him with blues icy cold. A warning that it was too late for his excuses.

Y/N and Eira were mine now. My little princess, my queen.

They’d become my treasures.

And his time to claim back what he'd left was long gone.

[writemyaceattorneys]

Widget Anon here again!! because I did also want to send in a request ghsndshbfds,, could I ask for headcanons for Athena, Gumshoe, Maya, and Sebastian with a very emotional s/o? (totally not projecting, shhhhh) like, they just see a dog and they're like "yes, my day has been made!!!!" but at the same time if something even remotely sad happens it's just straight tears (real story, was watching spirited away and when chihiro cried in the garden I started crying too hngfhdsa)

You know what Widget Anon, I very much thank you for this because now I can project as well, I COMPLETELY get what you mean and these need to exist so thank you for giving me the opportunity to make these Headcanons exist.

Also sidenote, Gumshoe is actually one of my comfort characters at this point 😭👍 I love writing for this man so much he’s actually just so cool, he is the OG Himbo in this series and he deserves everything good in this world, istg.

🎇Athena Cykes🎇

🎇First of all, Athena Cykes can read people’s emotions plus she’s really empathetic so putting her with an S/O who is also very prone to heightened emotions would make it more likely that she would also absorb those emotions so she’s going to be very compassionate and caring towards S/O.

🎇So whether S/O is feeling absolutely overjoyed over something that they saw that day or bawling their eyes out over a film or something that inconvenienced their day, Athena is going to be right there alongside them, picking up on those emotions and responding appropriately.

🎇Athena would absolutely strive to make S/O happy, especially knowing that due to their emotional sensitivity, when they are happy they are truly at the peak of positivity. So she’d make them lunch and take them out on dates and seeing just how truly overjoyed S/O is in those moments is absolutely worth it to her. If S/O did start to cry due to this kindness, Athena would be there for them straight away. She truly cares so much about S/O.

🎇If S/O wanted to return this kindness to Athena, she too would be absolutely amazed and would be sure to make the appreciation that she feels crystal clear to S/O (although with Widget’s habit of verbally stating how Athena is feeling, she won’t have to do too much in order to make S/O know how appreciated they are).

🎇On the flip side, being prone to more heightened emotions means that when something bad happens, no matter how inconsequential it may appear to other people, it can just really get you down. So if S/O had a particularly bad day and came to Athena on the verge of tears, she’d be so worried about them and would be quick to sweep them up into a tight hug.

🎇You can bet anything that she’ll do all that she can to cheer a highly emotional S/O up, she’d make them dinner, give them a hug while under a ton of blankets on the couch and put a nice film on for them that wouldn’t make them more emotional.

🎇If someone in particular did something to intentionally upset S/O, you can bet that Athena would absolutely tear into them, and if they refused to apologise she would send them flying (hopefully not hitting any bystanders while doing so). “You want to make S/O cry?! Take this you heartless fiend! Hyahh!”

🍜Dick Gumshoe🍜

🍜This man. THIS👏 MAN👏 (Mod Miles approves of Gumshoe very much and sees him as a comfort character 😩👌) He just gets along with everybody and is a massive himbo. I love him so much.

🍜He’s also very sensitive! But he’s also ridiculously loyal to those he cares about so he’d absolutely do his darned hardest to be supportive of S/O if they were very more sensitive to their own emotions.

🍜He’d absolutely make lunches for S/O every day with whatever ingredients he can afford on his salary (it's mostly gonna be weenies and rice) which is already going to be so flattering to S/O, however, if he saved up for a couple of months in order to splurge out on some other ingredients then he can probably expect to have S/O be so overwhelmingly happy when they meet up after work that evening. He can expect a massive hug and an even bigger bunch of “thank you”s!

🍜Another thing! Gumshoe is training Missile the dog so at some point he’d introduce S/O to Missile and it would absolutely make their day. They’d be so overjoyed to see this little Shiba Inu and would be sure to give him a ton of scratches. Fully expect to find S/O buying Samurai dogs especially for him.

🍜Of course though, S/O could be made particularly upset by something, maybe they happened to read something that upset them or watched a film or TV show that turned out to be really sad so they’d naturally go to Gumshoe in a pile of tears, unable to fully put into words what has exactly caused them to just start crying. They can expect to be pulled into a big Gumshoe hug. He looks like the type who’d be really good at giving hugs, he’d even take off his lucky detective coat and drape it over their shoulders if he thought it might cheer them up a little bit. “It’s okay pal! Don’t cry, we can talk about it later if you want to.”

🍜If somebody did something that hurt S/O’s feelings, he’d be pretty angry. He’d ask them to apologise (“pal”) and if they refused to then he’d get pretty frustrated with them and give them a firm talking to, he doesn’t care who it was that made S/O cry, he’s going to teach them a lesson! (If the person who upset S/O happened to be Miles Edgeworth then he can probably say goodbye to that month’s salary 😭😳)

🔮Maya Fey🔮

🔮Maya is pretty childish! Although she’s also someone who is fiercely loyal and who looks out for the people that she cares about. So she is the perfect person who will indulge S/O in positive situations and comfort them when something has upset them.

🔮Maya will do her darned hardest to make S/O happy every time she sees them so S/O will soon come to associate Maya with free serotonin. She’ll take them out for food (Ramen? Burgers? Ramen burgers? All of the above? Who cares!) and will be sure to indulge in their interests, although if S/O is also a massive Steel Samurai fan then fully expect Steel Samurai marathon dates at every opportunity.

🔮S/O might come to her one day and just tell her just how much she makes their day better and start sniffling because she’s just so lovely all of the time. Maya will be sure to pull S/O into a tight hug and tell them that she doesn’t plan on stopping because making them happy is her favourite thing to do. She might lightly tease them for being emotional but she loves every moment of it.

🔮It would be an absolute shock to Maya if S/O came to her while really distressed and upset about something. She’d be quick to drop whatever she was doing and just pull S/O in for a hug before taking them off somewhere private to talk about things. Whether someone had upset them or something that in retrospect might be a silly inconvenience had happened, she’ll reassure them the best that she can.

🔮Anyone that upsets her S/O will soon find themselves facing the wrath of the angry 5ft spirit medium and they will regret every minute of it. She knows when and where to pull her punches in terms of dissing people and she won’t spare anything for anyone who hurts S/O’s feelings 😤

🔮She’ll tell S/O that if they ever want to talk to someone who has passed on, she’ll channel their spirit any time (and for free 👀) if they just want to say their last goodbyes, S/O would definitely appreciate this if they had a family member that they never got to say goodbye to.

🔮Overall, Maya is just a supportive girlfriend who will do all she can to make S/O happy and will be there for them whenever they need her. Maya is best wife 😤👌

🎵Sebastian Debeste🎵

🎵Let’s not lie, Sebastian is probably just as emotional and sensitive as S/O. Their relationship is going to be built on the two of them building each other up and supporting each other at their high and low points. (Mod Miles approves of this relationship)

🎵He’ll do his darned best to impress S/O, he’d probably show off in front of them but would still be very surprised when S/O finds what he does to be really interesting. He’d appreciate that they don’t treat him like an idiot as well.

🎵Sebastian and S/O might go on a walk one day after work and if they see a dog while they are walking, the two of them are gonna be clinging to each other while trying not to freak out about how cute it is. They’d definitely talk about it all the way home and he’d just be in awe at how kind and gentle they are.

🎵If S/O and Sebastian watched a sad film, S/O might find themselves getting upset, so Sebastian would be quick in pulling them into a secure embrace and reassuring them (although if S/O looks closely, they’ll see tears brimming in his eyes too). He might start another activity with them as a distraction if it’ll help and then once both of them are feeling less upset, they’d probably talk about their feelings for a while.

🎵If somebody willingly upset S/O, Sebastian would probably get so frustrated himself! Seeing S/O being upset would be enough to trigger Sebastian’s own sensitive emotions, he’d run up to S/O bawling his eyes out just as much as they are while wrapping them up into a hug. If they happened to be sitting on a couch, he’d have them sitting on his lap while he cries into their shoulder and tells them that it’ll be okay.

🎵The next day, Sebastian would probably go to Miles Edgeworth to get his advice and support to go after whoever made S/O upset. He might not have the courage to do it on his own but if the person that he looks up to was there too, he’d feel a lot more courageous. “Hey! You-you leave S/O alone, I won’t let you hurt them. Apologise right now!”

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Hi I really liked that hc with the pointing lips, I didn’t expect to see this on the tag list and my filipino heart couldn’t contain it 🥺 this is my first time requesting for a genshin fanfic heheh. I want to request a hc something to do with Harana, where the characters (albedo, Diluc, kaeya, maybe xiao 👀 and other characters you would like to add) sing from your window to persuade/court you since it’s part of (our) S/O culture so they wanted to impress them with this... IKSNSJS

*:･ﾟ✧ nakilig ako dito putaena AHAHAHAHHA

doing this quickly bc i wanna do it b4 windblume ends sksks. also i’ll go and link some songs fitting for the characters (all filipino ofc. spoilers its all ben&ben HAHAHAHAHA)!

gn!reader

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✧ Diluc Ragnvindr | Ben&Ben - Araw-Araw

Umaga na sa ating duyan 'Wag nang mawawala Umaga na sa ating duyan Magmamahal, o mahiwaga

• It’s apparent that Diluc can sing since he won first place in the music minigame. He was taught at a young age on playing and dabbling in the arts like any other young noble should. It comes as no surprise that Diluc knows how to sing and play.

• It was you who had to tell Diluc this tradition when the Windblume Festival hits. When hearing the prospect of reciting poetry to your loved ones, you immediately got excited, which made Diluc question your sudden excitement.

• “Back where I’m from, there’s a tradition where a person will sing to their crush if they want to court them. It’s usually underneath a window sill but either way, I do want to experience it at least once!”

• He imprints the sight of your soft smile at the memory of the tradition. He thinks back on his time learning music as he cleans a beer glass. He’s not a bad singer by any means (ngl i thought diluc was voiced by jonah scott bc hoo boy he sings. but imagine my surprise when he was voiced by mishima skks). He can definitely carry a tune but would he risk his entire dignity by singing under your window sill with a song that he barely knows?

• If Kaeya wasn’t there, then maybe. Maybe.

• So he opts for the next best option; serenading in a private and romantic place. It wouldn’t be the Dawn Winery, there is too much traffic to try and attempt to sing. Windrise is an option but Diluc knows that the sisters of the church comes and cleans the statue (and Barbatos knows that he doesn’t want Barbara to faint from his voice). His next bet is Starsnatch Cliff, where numerous Cecilia flowers are littered across the cliff. 

• With that plan, he now attempts to memorize a song from your country. Diluc’s a fast learner, so he has no trouble learning the notes, the lyrics (though his pronunciation leaves little to be desired), and finally, the emotion carried through the music. Now that’s where he struggled since he doesn’t know how to convey emotion compared to other musicians. He tries his best, even asking Venti for help (enrolled is what Venti would use but at least he was paid with the best alcohol).

• Now to actually play the damn thing. He already struggled when inviting you out to Starnsatch Cliff (and bribing the couple that was there away), he hopes that his fingers wouldn’t twitch from nerves. It was when he began strumming his guitar that he realized something: there was no point in proving that he can sing. There was no point in learning a different language when there were many other different things he could’ve done to impress you. There was no need to potentially embarrass himself.

• But it was worth it when he sees your wide-eyes, your parted lips, and the warmth on your cheeks when he leans in closer. It’s worth it to see your eyes shine just like the stars in the sky when you understood the lyrics. It was worth it to see you say the words that Diluc longed to hear from your lips as he sealed them with a kiss.

Dawn has come within our cradle I pray you never fade Dawn has come within our cradle I love you, my ethereal

✧ Albedo | Ben&Ben - Ride Home

Took a morning ride, found a place up in my mind, no one else can see Maybe it's fate that we lose control In circles around, we go We become who we ought to know We just gotta let it go We just gotta let it go

• I think it’s safe to say that everyone knows Albedo can sing when his VA posted him singing. He can carry a tune and play decently on the strings. It’s just that he closes himself off in his research in Dragonspine all the while the Windblume Festival is in full swing. It’s not like you to leave someone behind while everyone is celebrating so you stand by Albedo for the duration of the festival.

• He says that you didn’t have to keep him company, more so if you don’t know anything about alchemy, but you were adamant to not leave the alchemist alone. Albedo can’t help the warmth fluttering in his heart that you wanted to stay with him. He wanted to try and teach you basic alchemical stuff so you wouldn’t feel bored or left out but he feared the shakiness in his voice would hinder him.

• So, you two talk about each other instead. While Albedo didn’t have anything noteworthy to talk about, you said to him about how you wished you can partake in the music game in hopes to play a love song. You told him that you wanted to try and sing a love song to your crush since it was a tradition in your country. While he bristled at the fact that you have a crush, the way your eyes flitted towards him, with a wavy smile on your face solidified his feelings for you.

• Having that information in mind, he quickly makes a harp out of the materials he has on hand. Such a feat is nothing to Albedo but it wasn’t the music that he was afraid of, it was giving his feelings away to you so suddenly. Learning a new language wasn’t so hard (because he learned it when he immediately realized he had feelings for you, what’s stopping him from learning everything?), but he fears that you may take it the wrong way.

• Or rather, he fears that he may do something he regret towards you.

• But he perseveres. When you were up sitting on a rock formation, studying a rare flower, Albedo stood below you, harp in hand. The sight of him, his beautiful eyes that were used to be so sure are now nervously flitting from side to side. His voice was carried out to the wind, deep and soothing just like the winds that caressed your skin. Albedo is nothing short of nervous but he was sure that he had his point across when he sees your blushing smile.

• All fears vanished when you jumped down a giggling mess, saying that this was the best Windblume Festival ever when you leaned in and kissed him.

So I'm coming home to you, ooh You, ooh You're all I need, the very air I breathe You are home, home

✧ Kaeya Alberich | Ben&Ben - Pagtingin

‘Pag nilahad ang damdamin Sana ‘di magbago ang pagtingin Aminin ang mga lihim Sana ‘di magbago ang pagtingin

• Kaeya won’t deny that he’s just as musically inclined as Diluc. As siblings, they’re naturally competitive against one another, always competing to see who can play the better piece. He wishes he could go back to those days, but bygones are bygones. Now, he strums his harp just for fun. Still, he’s not one to serenade to random strangers so it’s a first time for him to be laying his heart out in the open.

• Kaeya, like a responsible captain, steals you away and joins in the festivities with you with an arm around your waist. Reluctantly, you humored him, as you recount previous stories that you’ve experienced. One particular story that he keeps in memory was when you were serenaded once in your own bedroom window. While you had to turn down the one courting for personal reasons, you can’t help but feel warm whenever you remember the memory. Ever since hearing the bards’ sing their songs for the festival, you can’t help the flutter in your heart.

• Now, Kaeya is a very adaptable man, so he quickly thinks the best way on how to confess to you. Sometimes he has to curse himself from being so successful at flirting at absolutely everyone that he knows you could pass it off as being Kaeya. So he figures out the next best thing.

• Now, unlike Diluc, he’s willing to throw away his dignity for you. He’s willing to throw anything away from you because you were already so etched deeply in Kaeya’s heart.

• He’s a fast learned like Albedo, so it wasn’t hard to learn your language and do the correct pronunciation. All that’s left is to sing it and where. He hopes he could sing it underneath your balcony but you lived near the Cat’s Tail Tavern, where the noise has been raucous in this time of year.

• So he decided on going to the safety of your home, “drunkenly” stating that he was too sloshed to go back to his duties so he wishes to stop by your home until he sobers up. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see, so you relented Kaeya in resting on your couch as you prepared some water for him to sober up. At that moment, he prepares his act. 

• With his guitar in hand, he stands up and meets you in the kitchen. With his fingers elegantly strumming against the strings, his silky voice permeated across the house. His one eye watched your own widen at the sight of the man singing. He relished it even more when he sees the recognition in your eyes when you know the song that he's singing. Each lyric has been beautifully sung and amazingly enunciated that you wondered if Kaeya was a native to your homeland. 

• Kaeya wasn't normally a sap like this. He doesn't just do this to anyone. He even wonders what's the point of this when he doesn't even know that you'll accept him for who he truly is-for what he will do when things go awry. He recounts the words of a bygone father and he feels every ounce of sin he’s committed claw his back.

• But your gentle touch sends them away. Your hands burn the sins to ashes as you told him your ‘I love you’ in your language. And he understood it perfectly.

If I reveal just how I feel I hope you won't change how you look at me Admit all secrets I keep I hope you won't change how you look at me

✧ Xiao | Ben&Ben - Kathang Isip

Pasensya ka na Sa mga kathang isip kong ito Wari'y dala lang ng pagmamahal sa iyo Ako'y gigising na Sa panaginip kong ito At sa wakas ay kusang lalayo sa iyo (lalayo sa)

• Could Xiao even sing? Guizhong may have instilled some Liyue music in his veins when he was still a baby adeptus, she may have pulled her hair out once or twice when Xiao keeps breaking the guzhengs. At least Xiao has a decent voice, so Guizhong wouldn’t strangle Xiao with a forced sweet smile on her face. After the archon war and the yakshas fall, Xiao never sang or picked up another instrument ever again.

• Not when he passed Mondstat, hearing the insufferable bard play his tune, hearing the people who’re safe from karmic binds profess their love for one another, it made him sick. But by Guizhong’s hair would he waste this opportunity to leave you alone in the Windblume Festival. Even if he has to drag you away from the crowd in fear of him lashing out. He is not apologetic to him dragging you away but he does wonder why you would rather choose to spend your time with him rather than enjoy the festivities.

• It was at the city walls, you and Xiao enjoying the almond tofu you prepared beforehand. You did most of the talking, talking about random things that you can get. Xiao would always dutifully listen because he-honestly-you’re the only mortal that wormed his way into his heart and now he wants more but afraid of the consequences. He listens to you rambling about a courting method where one person serenades the other while they were in a higher place, just like the city walls.

• Human courting rituals have been the most confusing thing to Xiao; why go through such great lengths just to confess to someone your feelings? Shouldn’t straight up saying it be better and save time for each party? Even when he says this, he can’t help but watch your eyes glimmer at the thought of someone serenading you, in a night just like this.

• He was willing to embarrass himself for you, as he planted his feet on the wall railings. “Wait here.”

• He jumps and before you could say anything, he uses his Anemo Vision to keep him afloat. On his position, he was below you by a few feet. You watched in confusion when he summoned a lyre (and you could make out a scowl on his face, as if he was cursing the instrument) and soon, he began strumming it.

• His harp skills... could do some work. Some tone-deaf bard might have bawled his eyes out if he hears him play, but he was willing to swallow that embarrassment when he gets to have his point across. He hopes that he does, laying his heart like this just for you to take apart, for you to heal, for you to do whatever you want with it. He was willing to be weak and revere to you as someone as grand as an archon. 

• Xiao wasn’t expecting you to understand but when he sees tears in your eyes and your hand covering your mouth, he immediately stopped his singing and hurried to your side. Though, he didn’t have to. You already jumped down and got caught in his arms. He felt your tears soak his skin, your incoherent babbles muffled by his shoulder but he could make out that Xiao’s feelings aren’t one-sided.

I'm sorry For this imagination of mine I guess it's just because of my love for you I will wake up now From this dream of mine And in the end I will stay away from you (stay away from)

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Temporary Home: Chapter 15

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Peter and you have started another prank war. Who will come out on top?

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Author’s Note: Thanks to anon for submitting this idea for a cute fluffy scene to include in the story! Also, for my records this chapter ends on day 29 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 6,812

It soon became clear that the prank war was back on.

Just as you had resolved to the previous night, you squirted lemon juice in Peter's coffee when he wasn't looking.

He made a face upon tasting his ruined coffee, but just gave you a look of sleepy contempt as he dumped it in the sink rather than complaining. He knew what he had done to deserve it. However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to get you back.

He had his revenge later in the sitting room. He called you over, stating he had a question about a book. When you got closer to him, he then asked, "Hey, do you smell popcorn?"

You raised an eyebrow, and of course took in a big whiff. Big mistake.

You immediately gagged, your nostrils having been assaulted by the rankest smelling fart you think could have ever been expelled from a human body. It even rivaled Yondu's incident with dairy.

Peter lost it, doubling over with laughter as you backed away with your mouth and nose covered.

"Ugh! You nasty fecker! Oh my god!" you cried out, still backing away. "What's wrong with you!"

Kraglin, Drax, and Rocket were now also laughing from their places near the television. Drax laughed the loudest, saying, "Quill! That was brilliant! I'm not even mad that I lost the bet! HAHAHA! I'm going to try that!"

The bet he was referencing had happened moments prior, when Peter saw you in the hall and hurried into the sitting room whispering to his friends that he bet 20 units he could make you willingly smell his farts. Ah, what an immature lot they are.

You would have smacked Peter, but that would mean getting closer to him and the smell and you thought better of it, instead turning with the intent to leave the room completely, leaving them still laughing in your wake with only revenge on your mind.

You tried to think about what you had at your disposal, and remembered that you still had the whoopee cushion after you had snatched it back from Kraglin during the last prank war. You kind of wish you knew where your spider went though. It proved marvelously effective last time. After Peter threw it at you and it resulted in your arm getting injured, you hadn't really thought about what happened to it afterwards until now. You obviously hadn't taken it, so you just assumed that it must still be with Peter. You momentarily considered looking in his room for it, but the thought of searching through his stuff felt strange to you, even if you would be looking for your own toy.

You remembered the sticky notes in your desk up stairs and thought if worse came to worse, you could always pull a classic "Kick me" sign.

You decided a walk might help you consider your options better and so you collected your earbuds from the hall table and made your way towards the back door. You noticed Gamora in the kitchen on your way, and realized she might actually have the answer to one of your questions.

"Um, hey, Gamora?"

She turned to give you her attention. "Yes?"

"I was wondering..." You suddenly felt ridiculous for asking, but pushed it down, "if maybe you had seen if Peter still had that toy spider of mine? I was wondering if I might have it ba-"

"Nuh-uh. That ain't happening."

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, but not at her, for she hadn't been the one to answer, and she was just as surprised by this sudden third-party interjection.

It had been Yondu who had spoken, and he spoke again. "I'm the one that's got it, and I ain't givin' it back." He sat at the table looking at you with his arms crossed and wearing a smirk, as if daring you to complain about it. He had snatched it the night you dislocated your elbow, around the time he was scolding Peter and Kraglin and calling an end to that prank war himself after it had resulted in an injury.

You raised both eyebrows in surprise now. "Excuse you?" you say, surprised at his boldness and a bit irritated at how he now seemed like a scolding teacher who had confiscated contraband from a naughty child.

"Yondu, you can't just steal her property." Gamora chided.

"Ya heard me. Last time she and Quill had it that happened," he gestured to your arm. "So I'm keeping it since clearly neither of the two of 'em seem to have any sense. She wouldn't be askin' for it back if they weren't gettin' into it again."

You exchanged a look with Gamora. Her expression told you that she seemed to agree with his argument, but didn't want to risk saying so, and that she now seemingly regretted being involved in this situation.

Deciding you were on your own you opened your mouth to tell him off, but before you could he spoke again.

"Don't try denyin' it either. I saw ya putting that sour juice stuff in his coffee. I know the two of ya are back at it again with that prank war stuff," he said almost smugly. "Ya ain't getting it back." He didn't want another prank war to result in more injuries, and if he was honest, he was still slightly salty about having been caught in the crossfire of one of your pranks that had been meant for Peter. He thought outright admitting to confiscating your spider toy would hopefully send the message to you to knock it off before you got started.

You bit your lips and narrowed your eyes at him, half embarrassed at being called out like that. You then shook your head. You were not about to demand or beg for the return of a rubber spider like a child. You straightened your back slightly and said, "Whatever. Keep it then. Don't care." in your best flippant tone. You turned away, putting in your earbuds and added, "Going for a walk. Try not to burn the house down," as you exited out the back door and left the two of them in the kitchen.

You didn't need that spider anyways.

***

It was a cooler day out, overcast in a way that made you think it might rain that night, and you were glad you thought to grab a jacket before you left for your walk. You thought you might visit your old tree, and assess that old door while you were out there. There wasn't a whole lot you could do with your arm still in a brace, but you knew you could still at least open it and give it a general look to see what you might need to build a new door for it.

However, when you got there you quickly realized that the door was simply too awkwardly big and slightly too flimsy due to decay from the elements to risk trying to open it with just one arm. You didn't want to risk falling in it and either causing further injury and/or not be able to climb back out if it turned out the ladder rungs descending into the tunnel were bad too. You were now kicking yourself for not having fixed it months ago when you first noticed how bad it had gotten. At least at that period of time your arm wasn't in a brace and you didn't have eight houseguests to worry about.

You sighed. For now you settled on making a list in your phone of the different materials you'd need to make a sturdier door in the future when you were less... indisposed. No big deal. The world wasn't going to end if you couldn't fix it immediately, and honestly it was probably dumb of you to come out there right now in the first place. Sure, maybe you could get the door built in your current state. Maybe. If no one was around to see you breaking the doctor's orders on the weight restriction and then tell on you to Fury. But that didn't change the fact that you'd then need to carry it out there somehow. Something you definitely couldn't do in your current state. There was perhaps the option to bring the materials out there and assemble them on-sight, but you knew you couldn't carry them out there in a timely fashion either. Could you if you asked for help? Absolutely. Were you going to? Not a chance.

You hung out around the tree for a bit, just listening to music before deciding to head back, and that's when you noticed some pine cones littering the ground.

This gave you an idea. You remembered once when you were little and your dad took you and your brother camping. Your brother had hidden pinecones in the bottom of your sleeping bag. Your feet came in contact with the foreign objects, and being met with weird almost scaly feeling forms instead of the softness of your sleeping bag made you jump right out of said bag with a shriek.

You grinned. You had found your revenge prank. You only hoped that it would have the same effect on a grown man finding these at the foot of his bed as it did on seven-year-old you finding them in your sleeping bag.

Now you had another reason to be glad you wore a jacket. You could hide the pinecones in the pockets as well as hiding them inside the jacket itself and zip them inside.

You loaded up several pinecones. Enough to be sure he'd notice when crawling into bed, but not so many that they'd be noticed as you snuck them into the house.

You arrive back at the house to find the house mostly quiet, and it made you worry that Peter might be in his room and you wouldn't be able to place the pinecones.

However, just to your luck, you managed to catch a glimpse of him and a few others out front through the kitchen window. Perfect.

You quickly make your way upstairs and headed towards Peter's room. The upstairs seemed to be empty and you were just about to congratulate yourself on your good fortune as you already started pulling pinecones out of your pockets, until you noticed Rocket standing in Peter and Gamora's room.

Seeing him caused you to start and you dropped a couple of your pinecones on the ground due to your arm brace hampering your ability to reflexively catch them before they fell. The sound of the pinecones hitting the floor caused Rocket to startle in turn.

"Uh..." you said awkwardly, stepping into the room and picking up your pinecones, "What you doing?"

Rocket, who had been digging through a dresser drawer, responded with, "...Nuttin. What are you doing?" He eyed the pinecones in your hands.

"Nothing." You responded.

An awkward silence fell for a moment. You both knew the other wasn't really supposed to be there, that the only reason for being there right then was mischief of some sort, and you both knew that the other knew that you knew. There was only one thing for it.

Rocket spoke again. "Right..."

You nod. "Yes... good. So... carry on then?"

Rocket nodded slowly. "Yeah..." He turned back to looking for whatever it was he was snooping for.

Taking the hint, the unspoken 'I won't tell if you won't," you carried out your plan, removing the pinecones from your jacket and placing them at the foot of Peter's bed under the blankets.

You finished quickly, catching Rocket's gaze again before you left. A silent nod was all that was exchanged and you were on your way.

***

The rest of the day was mostly uneventful. You read, you listened to music, you got roped into a game of Monopoly that went on far too long because Mantis kept needing reminded of the rules. You didn't entire blame her. It was pretty obvious that it was everyone but Peter's first time playing.

Speaking of Peter, you were surprised he hadn't tried to mess with you the entire game, and you wondered if Gamora might have got on him after hearing Yondu say he could tell that the two of you were starting in on another prank war, or if Yondu had scolded him himself.

Sometime after the game had finished- Gamora won, and Peter pouted- you went to get a drink from the kitchen. When you returned to the sitting room to grab another book to bring upstairs to read you saw Drax approach Yondu and ask, "Yondu, do you smell popcorn?"

Not wanting to sit through another round of what Peter had done to you that morning, you quickly grab a random Sci-Fi/Fantasy book from the shelf and turn to get out of there just in time to hear Yondu reply with, "What the hell is popcorn?"

This was immediately followed by the sound of a very loud fart along with Drax's booming laughter.

In startled surprise you sharply turned in their direction to see Drax laughing and Yondu's face scrunched in both confusion and what was likely disgust.

Peter was laughing too, but at Drax rather than Yondu's misfortunate proximity to his offender. "Drax! Buddy, the fart's supposed to be silent."

Drax didn't seem to mind his mistake, just simply responded with "Ohhh!" and continued to laugh while Yondu shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

Taking in the sight you couldn't help but giggle too at just how ridiculous the situation was. You brought a hand up to your mouth to suppress it, but the sound caught the attention of Yondu and Peter anyway. Yondu's eyes narrowed and Peter was pleasantly surprised that you found the situation funny as well.

You broke their gaze and retreated to your room. Better to escape before you risked smelling anything awful.

***

It wasn't hard to tell when Peter found what was waiting in his bed that night. However, instead of girlish screams like the night he found the spider, he let out a cry of, "Gah! What the hell!?"

You grinned as you sat on your bed reading your book. Mantis was already fast asleep in her bed, and she stirred at the sound of Peter's cries just on the other side of the wall. After looking toward you and seeing you sitting calmly she determined there must not be any danger and soon fell back to sleep.

A few minutes later, though, you were surprised to see Peter walking into your room.

Startled at the sudden intrusion you jolted and as he approached you, rather quickly at that, you said, "Hey- what are you doing?"

He stopped in front of you with a smirk and raised his arms. It was then you realized he had been carrying a shirt bunched up as if it were being used as a sack.

Unceremoniously he emptied the shirt/sack over your head, showering you with all the pinecones you had hid in his bed.

"Hey!" you complain, raising your good arm to shield your head from the coniferous onslaught.

Mantis stirred again, lifting her head to see what was going on.

"This is for leaving those in my bed." he laughed, turning to leave. "And don't think that counts as me getting you back!" he added as he stepped out the door.

Mantis yet again laid back down to rest upon seeing the disturbance was just Peter's shenanigans. You got the feeling that she must be used to it.

***

The next couple days were mostly spent with you and Peter battling back and forth via small pranks.

Yondu obviously noticed, and despite him acting like he didn't want the two of you to get started again, he didn't say or do anything to stop it. It was clear it was keeping your mind off what what had been bothering you, so he just let the two of you be. Especially as it seemed to be harmless.

Kraglin mostly stayed out of it this time. Sure, he helped Peter some, but he was still more likely to bend to Yondu's orders of "This prank war is over!" from last time. That, and he still felt bad about what happened with the incident with the spider, even if it had been mostly Peter's idea.

Peter got you with the old 'shoulder tap misdirection' a couple times, where he'd tap one shoulder and either be on the other side when you turned to look, or have walked away completely.

You hit back by turning the batteries backwards in the remote, knowing he'd likely be the first to use it that morning.

After he finally figured that one out, he decided he'd retaliate by turning all your books backwards on the shelf. When you walked in that evening to see him mid-prank, you simply sighed and rolled your eyes. Seemingly embarrassed to have been caught mid-prank he laughed nervously and straightened up, rubbing the back of his head.

You rolled your eyes and left the room, hoping that since he'd been caught he'd then turn them back right way round. Knowing it was unlikely, you decided to shove some newspaper in his shoes. You could hear Drax in the background laughing at Peter for getting caught as you walked away to retrieve an old newspaper from the table in the hall.

He clearly must have found it at some point the next morning because he got you back around lunchtime by pouring just a little bit of water in your seat right before you sat down to eat.

You jumped from your seat the moment you felt the cold water soak the left side of your ass and after a few seconds of reaching back to feel the wet spot and checking the chair you looked over to where he was sitting and narrowed your eyes.

He simply grinned at you like he had pulled the best prank ever.

Taking a breath, you straightened and just shook your head, warning him that he shouldn't escalate unless he wanted you to do the same.

He didn't seem to take your warning seriously.

***

The next morning when getting ready you saw that Peter had struck again. You didn't know when, or how he had managed to find the time to both sew a pair of your socks shut halfway down with sloppy grey stitches and place them back in your dresser (on top so they'd be first picked, of course) without you noticing, but you did know that this meant double war.

He had pranked you twice in a row, without waiting for you to have retaliated against his last prank first. Or, more likely, he had set this prank and then pulled another without waiting for you to find the first one. Tsk, Tsk, Peter. Bad form.

You found another pair of socks, luckily he had only bothered to adulterate one pair, and then went to confront him.

"You're really asking for it." you say, thrusting the socks towards him in the hall.

"What?" he asked. Trying to act innocent, no doubt.

"You sewed my socks shut. I warned you, don't escalate unless you want me to do the same."

There wasn't really any anger in your voice despite your warning tone, which Peter took as a good sign. "I didn't escalate-"

"Oh-ho! Don't try that with me! You double pranked!" As the words left your mouth you internally cringed. This reminded you of how the two of you had bickered like children in the grocery store. You pushed the feeling that you sounded like a teenager in a Disney sitcom aside for now.

Peter eyed you for a moment before crossing his arms and smugly replying, "Technically no. You interrupted my book prank and then stuffed paper in my shoes. So, because I technically didn't finish my prank, you double pranked."

"No-" you started.

"Yes." He laughed. "So if anyone escalated, it was you." He said in a teasing voice, aiming a couple pokes to your abdomen and making you flinch back at the touch.

"I did not!" you argued, smacking his hand away.

"Eh... ya kinda did..." he drawled out with a grin. "So, I think that means you gave permission for all unwritten rules of pranking to just be thrown out the window." He chuckled, a mischievous glint to his eyes.

"No-" you said warningly. "I did not." You could tell he was just trying to piss you off, but you weren't going to let him win.

"Yeah, I think you did..." He lightly laughed. "So anything else that happens... you'll only have yourself to blame." He said the last bit in a sing-songy voice and went to walk into the kitchen. He stopped momentarily and turned back to you with a grin. "However, you can always avoid any further annoyance by just declaring me the prank master..."

You blinked at him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Declare I'm the prank master and you won't have to worry about what I'll do next."

You scoffed at him. "You're dreaming."

Peter grinned wider. "Nope. I'm just 'The Prank Master.'"

You narrowed your eyes and walked past him into the kitchen. "You're gonna regret that," you warned, earning only a chuckle from him. There was no way you were going to declare him master of anything.

You made your way to the pantry to find something quick for breakfast and Peter went to pour himself some coffee.

That's when you found it. Your next prank idea. And boy, was it going to be good.

While grabbing a pop-tart from the pantry, you happened to notice a certain box of gel food dye sitting next to your spices. Your eyes lit up, knowing exactly what you would do with it. You quickly pocketed the blue vile and hid the rest of the box behind the spices where it couldn't be seen for security purposes, just in case Peter would happen to have the same idea. You weren't going to do it right away, but knew it couldn't hurt to have the little bottle on hand just in case...

***

After breakfast you decided to head out to the shed to survey the pile of spare wood you had.

In the shed you found Rocket. This wasn't surprising as he spent a decent amount of time tinkering in the shed since you showed him the workshop. You still hadn't gotten around to finding the spare key for him, just letting him continue to use yours since there wasn't a lot you could do out there anyway until you got the brace off anyway.

You greeted him with a simple, "Hey," that Rocket returned as you made your way back to the spare wood to look over what you had on hand as far as repairing the old tunnel door to get an idea of what might you need to pick up from town.

Was it useful to look now seeing as you likely wouldn't get the brace off for at least a couple more weeks? No, but you were restless and you were really just looking for an excuse for something to do until that night when you could enact your prank.

"Whatcha doing?" Rocket asked, barely looking up from whatever plans he was drafting up on the old pad of paper you left out in the workshop.

"Nuttin," you reply, finishing up your shifting around of the wood and determining that you might have just enough of the right cuts already out there to make a full door, but you might need to pick up some more wood for it, as well as some brackets, later.

Rocket grunted in response and you start to walk back out when something caught your eye over by the long workbench.

You looked down to examine it, and a slight smile played on your lips.

"Did you fix my stool?" you asked, turning to him.

He didn't look up. "Nope."

You raise an eyebrow, mouth twitching upwards in humor. "Oh really? Then who did, if not you? Other than me, you're the only one who comes out here."

Rocket's gaze remained on the notebook. "Dunno. Must have been a 'stool fairy.'" Those last two words were laced with sarcasm.

You smirked. "Ah. I see. Well if you happen to see this 'stool faery,' be sure to tell him I said thank you." You turn and begin to walk out of the shed.

Rocket's ears twitched back for just a second and he grunted out in response, "Uh huh. Sure thing."

***

Unfortunately the stars didn't align that night for you to use the gel coloring on Peter. You had to time it just right to both make sure no one got caught in the crossfire and to not make it obvious you were up to something.

This, however, was probably for the best because Fury's visit the next day caught you off guard. You had been so busy pranking and being pranked and researching door construction and tunnel maintenance that you had managed to lose track of the days and didn't realize it was time for another weekly check-in until you heard him knock at the door that late afternoon. The sound actually startled you at first, and you mentally cursed him for insisting on keeping the times he'd show up a surprise.

Again, probably for the best you weren't able to pull that prank. You weren't sure how pleased Fury would be with you if he saw what you had planned to do to Peter if you had succeeded in going through with it.

The visit was brief. Same old news about the Guardian's situation; nothing changed, little to no progress made. It was time to re-stock the rations again and the guys helped Maria with that like last time. The doctor also accompanied them, and of course he ignored your case for removing the brace and instead just set the hinge to a slightly increased range of movement. He did say that as long as you continued your 'good behavior' it might be ready to come off the next week. You weren't going to hold your breath. Oh, and he also increased your weight restriction to ten pounds. Yay...

At one point Agent Hill pulled you aside like last time, wanting to check in to see if matters regarding your mental health had improved since the last visit.

You answered honestly that they had, but didn't bother to mention that the reason why was likely because Peter had managed to keep you annoyed enough that you didn't have time to dedicate enough thought to what had previously been bothering you.

She tried to pry more, but you weren't really giving her anything, so she just resigned that what she had been able to garner was good enough and the two of you rejoined the group just before Fury announced they would be leaving.

***

It didn't take long after they left for Peter to resume being his annoying self.

You were in the sitting room trying to read, but Peter kept singing along to a song on his Zune that he had come to realize you absolutely hated. To make matters worse, it seemed that he was intentionally singing as poorly as he could just to annoy you. He even got Kraglin to join in with him.

How could you tell it was just to annoy you? Well it didn't start with the singing. It started with tapping. Constant tapping. With his foot on the floor. With his knuckles on the coffee table. He even came up behind you at one point after you refused to react and started tapping you on the head as you sat curled on the sofa attempting to read. That one finally got you to react and scold him to knock it off, and that's when he switched to singing.

Of course, you told him to take it somewhere else. Did he listen? No. He instead moved to sit right next to you and sang louder.

You threatened to chop him in the throat if he didn't take his annoying self somewhere else, and while that got him to stand up, he didn't leave. Instead that's when he recruited Kraglin, who had walked in just a few moments prior to see what all the racket was, and who also didn't hesitate to accept an earbud from Peter and follow his lead.

You tossed your head back on the sofa in frustration and let out a growl as you gritted your teeth.

Peter broke his singing to laugh and tell you that he warned you, all you had to do to make it stop was admit his was the master.

And that's when you threw the pillow at him.

Well, you had been aiming for him, at least. You would have hit him too, had he not dodged at the last second, allowing for the pillow to instead smack Yondu, who no one had noticed had walked into the room, right in the face.

Your eyes widen, as do Peter's and Kraglin's. Only they're trying not to laugh as Yondu's stony face stares at you.

In your startled shock you stammer as you attempt to make an apology, but as he picks the pillow up from the floor all you are actually able to get out is, "I- Uh- I didn't mean-" and a nervous giggle.

Yondu stands back up, pillow now in his hands, and cocks his head at you. "Oh so ya think that's funny, huh?" He starts to walk towards you.

You of course deny it, trying to set the record straight that it had been meant for Peter, but the glint of a playful grin mixed with his grouchy façade made you unable to suppress a nervous grin as he approached. He then tossed the pillow back at you and you deflected it back onto the sofa.

"Nah, I think ya thought that was funny, even if it was meant for my boy." He was standing over you now and Peter and Kraglin were snickering as Peter encouraged him, saying that he thought you definitely thought it was funny to have hit Yondu with the pillow.

"Looks like someone needs to teach ya a lesson in manners, missy." Yondu said as he reached out and squeezed rapidly right above your knee.

Caught off guard you instantly throw back your head and cackle, your hands instinctively reaching for his as you kicked out. "No! Stop it!" you cry out between giggles before managing to free yourself and stand up from the sofa.

Abandoning your book you attempt to escape, but Yondu just grabs you by your good arm and pulls you back, effortlessly succeeding in securing you in a headlock and purposely arranging it so that your good arm was between the two of you and your braced arm was out to the open. He knew with the limited range of motion the braced arm had available you wouldn't really be able to use it to help free yourself in any meaningful way. He then proceeded to give you a noogie.

"Hey! Cut it out!" you complain, uselessly pushing against his shoulder from behind with your good arm. You cursed your arm brace. Without it you could have gotten out of this hold in 3 seconds tops. You still technically could, but didn't want to use that method unless you had to. You didn't want to risk hurting the older man, after all.

Yondu paused a moment and pretended to think. "...Nah. I didn't get an apology yet."

"Ugh! Fine! I'm sorry about the pillow! Happy? I already told you I meant it for Pe-TER!" You squeaked when Kraglin cheekily couldn't resist coming up to pinch your ribs in your current vulnerable state. "Knock that off!" you ordered. It of course only earned you another tickly squeeze from the first mate and the three men to laugh as you commanded Yondu to let you go before you made him.

"Ya ain't gonna make me do nuttin, missy." Yondu laughed, clearly believing he could take you in a fight any day even if your arm wasn't injured. "Where's my apology for when ya pranked the sink and it sprayed all over me?" Yondu asked with a mischievous chuckle. He then pinched your nose shut just to mess with you further. This prompted you to smack his shoulder with your good hand, but he did let go, laughing about how you were a 'feisty one.'

"Yeah," Peter egged on for the sink comment, laughing. "He yelled at me for that!"

You huff out a sigh. "Fine. Sorry for that too. Now this is your last warning to let me go!"

This only made Yondu and the other two laugh and Yondu went to noogie you again. Clearly they were underestimating you. Well, you did try to give him a warning...

In one quick motion you positioned your foot between his so that your leg was locked behind his thigh, reached your good arm up to rest your hand on his forehead, and threw your weight backwards, sending you both to the floor.

Yondu went easily, clearly having been caught off guard and landed on his back with an "oof!" and subsequently released you. Surprisingly though, he didn't seem angry about landing on the floor.

As you both sit up he was actually chuckling, to your surprise.

"Damn, didn't think ya had that in ya." Yondu laughed as he stood up.

Peter and Kraglin, who had went momentarily silent when the two of you fell, were now laughing again. Kraglin made a joke about how he didn't know you could actually fight.

You just grumbled and grabbed your book, deciding you would retreat to your room to finish reading for the night where you were less likely to be annoyed.

Ironically, the whole ordeal actually caused you to forget about the prank you had intended to pull on Peter until you again missed your chance to do it. Oh well, there was always tomorrow, right?

***

The next day you announced to those in the kitchen that you were making a run into town and told them if there was anything they needed to let you know now while you were making a list.

They didn't list-off much. Again, SHIELD provided them with pretty much everything they needed. Some razors, hair conditioner, lotion, and a couple requests for some Earth snacks they had come to enjoy were among the items requested. Simple stuff.

Then Yondu decided to be cheeky and claim his request was for you to take Peter with you again.

"No way," you say flatly, remembering the last run into town. "Not happening."

Yondu just grinned and leaned against his chair. "Fury said ya got to. Ya can't leave without a buddy 'til yer arm is healed up." He elbowed Kraglin and added, "Didn't he, Krags?"

Kraglin, clearly not expecting to be suddenly roped into the conversation said, "Uh, yeah. When you was in the other room talking to that Miss Agent Hill lady when they was here yesterday. He-uh- he told us then." He wasn't exactly the best liar.

You narrowed your eyes. "He did not." You looked to Gamora, who seemingly then immediately realized she had anywhere else to be before you could ask her to confirm.

"Ya can always ask him yerself." Yondu smirked, sure that like last time you wouldn't dare call Fury to confirm.

"Or I can not do that because I know he didn't," you countered.

"I wouldn't be too hasty girl," Yondu drawled. "'Cause what if I'm right? Ya leave without a buddy, and we can just call him and tell him ya broke his rules... and well, we all know what he said he'd do with ya if ya did that."

"You know, I didn't really take you to be such a snitch." You say, irritation clear in your voice. You knew it was at best childish, and at worst fighting words, but you were too frustrated to care.

Instead of being offended, Yondu just laughed and leaned back with his hands folded behind his head. "Gotta do something to pass the time. 'Sides, I think 'blackmail' has a nicer ring to it than 'snitchin'."

You glare at him, not giving him the satisfaction of telling him that he was technically right. This wasn't him being a snitch. This was blackmail. You just didn't understand why this was the hill he decided to die on.

He continued. "Yer better off to just save yerself the trouble and take Peter."

You eye him for a bit before deciding this time you would call his bluff. Partially because you knew he was lying, but also because a tiny part of you was afraid he wasn't, and you knew what would happen if he wasn't.

You dialed up Fury, knowing that the consequences for possibly annoying him with a dumb phone call were vastly less than what they'd be if you disobeyed an order, especially since you were already skating on thin ice. He also seemed to be less upset with you lately due to your 'good behavior,' so at least you had that going fo you. You almost thought you saw Yondu's smirk falter when you started dialing. Almost.

To your surprise, Fury answered after only a couple rings. You put the phone on speaker, and inform him your reason for calling was to confirm something that had been said.

"They're trying to tell me that when Agent Hill pulled me aside yesterday you instructed them to tell me that, under your orders, I am not allowed to drive into town without taking someone with me until my arm heals. Is that correct?"

Fury was quiet a moment before he answered, his voice seeming neutral. "I did not say that."

Yondu and Kraglin's faces fell slightly, and like a child you made a quiet, "Ha!" noise and stuck your tongue out at them, but before you could thank him, Fury spoke again.

"But I am now."

Your eyes widened and shot back to the phone, as if you'd be able to see your director in there. "I'm sorry, what?"

Yondu burst out laughing at your expression, and Kraglin joined in with a grin.

"Effective immediately I'm requiring you to bring a companion on any trips you make into town. Mr. Quill would be the safest choice, but as long as they pass for human, I don't care who it is."

You tried not to sputter. "Sir-... that-... Why-??"

"It's not a bad idea," he said cooly, adding, "and if you're gonna call me to settle a petty squabble then you better be prepared to get an outcome you aren't going to like." He didn't sound angry, more just matter-of-fact.

You blinked. Did he really just imply he was doing this just to annoy you? "Sir, I ask you to reconsid-"

"If you want to keep going, Agent, I can easily make this decision permanent."

This set off another round of laughter from the guys, including Peter from behind you who had walked into the kitchen with Gamora at some point. You didn't know how long they were standing there, but it seemed he had also heard Fury's decision.

With slight heat in your cheeks, you respond to your director. "No, sir."

"Good. Have a good day, Agent." Fury replied, and then hung up. If you didn't know better, you'd say his tone sounded almost amused.

You put the phone back in your pocket and rubbed your hand over your eyes while the others teased you.

"That's what ya get for not just listenin' to me in the first place, girl. Now ya really do have to do it!" Yondu laughed.

"I hate you," you say bluntly.

He only grinned in response and called over to Peter. "Ya heard the man, boy! Looks like yer takin' a trip!"

Peter grinned cheekily at you and you roll your eyes. "Fine. Get ready," you order as you walk past him and out of the kitchen. Then, seeing an opportunity to let out some frustration (probably misplaced in this instance, honestly) you turned back with a smirk and added, "This time don't forget to go potty before we leave!"

You turned away again, but not before being able to see the cheeky grin fall from his face and hear him yell back, "Not cool, dude!" along with some snickering from the others in the background.

Little did you know, though you probably should have, that decision to embarrass him would seal the fate of your nerves, and possibly your sanity as well, on the trip to come.

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Summer Heat and Moonlit Kisses - Fred Weasley

Title: Summer Heat and Moonlit Kisses Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred and Y/N have been dancing around their feelings for each other since their friendship began, both of them too afraid to admit how they truly feel. But can a summer at the burrow change all that? A/N: for the anon who wanted some fluff at the burrow, with Fred and the reader confessing their feelings for each other! In case it isn’t obvious this takes place between Fred and George’s 6th and 7th year! Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!

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Smack!

All of the Weasley’s sitting at the breakfast table flinch, and Fred turns around just in time to see Errol sliding down the kitchen window, a few letters clutched in his beak. Everyone else gets back to their conversations, and before Molly can tell one of the kids to grab the post, Fred is jumping out of his chair.

“I’ll get it!” he announces, bounding over to the window. He throws the window open, reaching down to pick up Errol before setting him on the ledge and taking the mail from his beak. Fred’s fingers shuffle through the few envelopes quickly, pausing when he sees one addressed to him in familiar loopy letters. He tucks the letter into the back pocket of his jeans as he places the rest of the mail in his mother’s outstretched hand.

Everyone else is too preoccupied eating or talking to notice Fred’s excitement over the mail, except for George of course.

“What’s got you so smiley, Freddie?” he teases as Fred sits back down in his chair.

Fred immediately drops all the emotion from his face, taking a bite of his eggs. “No idea what you’re on about, George.”

George rolls his eyes and reaches behind Fred to pull the letter out of his back pocket. Fred immediately tries to grab it back, but George pulls away too quickly. “Bet you don’t have any idea what this is either then?”

“Shove off, git,” Fred grumbles. “Last I checked it wasn’t a crime to send someone a letter.”

“Okay, drama queen, I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” George huffs. He takes a look at the envelope, suddenly understanding Fred’s odd behavior. “Should have figured it was from Y/N,” George teases before handing the letter back to Fred. “You always get like this when it comes to her.”

Fred waits for Molly to turn her back before he flips his brother off, praying the blush on his cheeks isn’t obvious. “I don’t act any differently around Y/N than I do around any of my other friends.”

“Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that,” George retorts before he leans over to steal a piece of toast off of Ron’s plate.

With everyone distracted Fred slips out of his chair and up the stairs, so he can pour over Y/N’s letter far away from George’s accusatory glances.

-

“I don’t know why anyone would want to come here to spend the summer with you two gits,” Ron jokes as he flies in between George and Fred. Fred launches the Quaffle in his hand at Ron and both twins cheer excitedly when it hits him in the back of his head. “Fuck off asshole!” Ron shouts, flipping them off behind his back.

It’s been a few days since Fred received Y/N’s letter, and excitement has been running through his veins ever since. He’d been trying to get her to come spend the summer at The Burrow since before term even ended, and it her latest letter she’d finally agreed to come. Y/N is due to arrive sometime this afternoon, and Fred’s inability to stay still caused Molly to kick him, George, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione out of the house. Everyone apart from Hermione has been whizzing around the back garden on their brooms, passing a Quaffle back and forth for the past few hours.

“I’m surprised it took Y/N so long to say yes,” George comments idly as he comes up next to Fred.

Fred’s eyebrows furrow and he looks over at George. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t be that daft,” George insists with an eyeroll. “She would crawl inside of your pocket and just sit there if she could. You guys are together almost as much as you and I are.”

“Last I checked friends are supposed to spend time together,” Fred responds casually, trying not to read into what George is saying. “You and Y/N spend a load of time together too.”

“Fair point,” George admits. “But I’m not the one she’s been sending letters to the past few weeks.”

Fred bites his lip, looking away from George. Fred didn’t truly take notice of Y/N until third year, but he didn’t pay much attention to anything besides George, Lee and mischief before then. That’s when he first started noticing girls, and it seemed that every week he fancied a different girl in his year, until his attention landed on Y/N. Of course, he knew of her, they were in the same year and in the same house, but it wasn’t until a few weeks into term when he really noticed her, and he hasn’t stopped noticing her since.

One second he’d been thinking about the new bludger bat his parents had scrapped enough money together to buy, and the next his eyes were trained on Y/N, unable to look away as she tipped her head back and laughed at something Angelina said. All the fires in the castle had been turned on to keep away the autumn chill, and Y/N’s cheeks were rosy from the heat. Her eyes were bright with joy and her hair looked like a waterfall as it cascaded down her back. Her laugh sent a shiver down his spine, and he decided in that moment he’d do anything to hear her laugh like that again.

This mission is of course what started their friendship, since one of Fred’s attempts at making her laugh went awry and landed them both in detention for a few nights. Luckily, Y/N had thought his plan to charm Snape’s cauldron to explode was brilliant, so she didn’t mind scrubbing the tables in the Potion’s classroom with him. Like his other crushes, Fred figured his feelings for Y/N would fizzle out and he’d be left with a new friend instead, but the more time they spent together the more intensely he started to feel for her.

Fred didn’t realize how desperately he craved being something more with Y/N until last school year, when Adrian Pucey took her to the Yule Ball. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her all night, she looked more radiant than ever and Fred got angry every time Adrian got to touch her and he didn’t. Fred had suddenly realized that friendship wasn’t enough for him anymore, but Y/N had become such a big part of his life, he didn’t want to risk giving that up. Y/N has Fred wrapped around her finger, and Fred will do anything to make her happy, even if he has to suffer for it. He basks in every moment that they spend together, in every touch they share and every close moment. It doesn’t mean the same to her as it does to him, no matter how many times George tells him it does.

“Hey, Hermione. Good book?” Y/N asks, coming up behind the younger girl.

Hermione turns around excitedly, putting her book down so she can get up and hug her friend. “Y/N! When did you get here?”

“Just a few minutes ago. Seems everyone is a bit too busy to notice,” Y/N responds with a laugh, returning Hermione’s hug.

Hermione pulls away from Y/N, giving her a knowing smile. “Fred will be so excited to see you. He was practically bouncing off the walls this morning.”

“You’re just saying that,” Y/N insists as she blushes, shoving Hermione’s shoulder playfully. Y/N has had a crush on Fred for as long as she can remember, and when they finally became friends in third year she hoped that it would turn into more. Much to her dismay it never did, and no matter how hard she tries to view Fred as just a friend she can’t. He’s absolutely captivating and being around Fred makes her feel dizzy. She had initially rejected his offers to come stay with his family due to her glaringly obvious crush, but the thought of getting even more time with the ginger boy was too enticing to give up.

“As if,” Hermione responds. “Why do you think we’re all out here in the blaring hot sun? Mrs. Weasley kicked us all out of the house because she was tired of dealing with Fred.”

Luckily for Y/N Ginny notices her presence a moment later and when she heads towards the ground at lightning speed shouting her name, the boys take notice of her too and start to head back towards the ground.

“Finally, you’re here!” Ginny greets, practically jumping into Y/N’s arms. She hugs her tightly, laughing as Y/N pokes her in the ribs. “Maybe now Fred will finally shut up about you.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Gin,” Y/N giggles, putting her down. As reluctant as they are to admit it, Fred and George love their siblings, and being friends with them means the whole Weasley clan comes with. After Ginny’s hellish first year at Hogwarts, Fred had expressed his worry for her to Y/N and she took it upon herself to take Ginny under her wing and look out for her.

Ron and Harry reach them next and Y/N greets them both briefly. They’re both fairly awkward around girls still, something both Fred and George love to tease them about. Y/N finds it endearing, but it does make it hard to be around them since Harry can barely look her in the eyes and Ron struggles to finish his sentences. They end up running off after each other as George comes up and pulls Y/N into a hug.

“Welcome to the crazy house,” he teases with a laugh. “You’re going to regret your decision to stay here.”

Y/N rolls her eyes as they pull away. “You guys aren’t that bad. At least here your Mum is around. You may not be afraid of Snape or McGonagall, but I know for a fact you’re afraid of her.”

“Where’s my hug then?” Fred asks as he comes up behind George, and Y/N’s eyes widen as George steps out of the way and Fred comes into view.

Fred runs a hand through his messy hair as he approaches, and Y/N practically drools at the way his veins in his forearm pop out. He’d lost his shirt at some point during the day, so his skin is tinted pink from the sun and the sheen of sweat attached to it is glistening in the bright light. Y/N lets her eyes trace every line of his defined torso, taking special note of how low his jeans are hanging on his hips.

“Freddie!” Y/N squeals as his arms wrap around her waist so he can lift her up. Her arms wrap around Fred’s neck as her legs wrap around his waist, clinging to him tightly. Hermione gives Y/N a look as she leads Ginny away, prompting her to stick her tongue out at the younger girl.

Fred presses his face into Y/N’s neck, breathing in deeply. She smells like she always does, lavender and vanilla, and it makes Fred feel like he’s finally at home. “Missed you,” he mumbles into her neck, resisting his urge to press a kiss to her soft skin. He rests his chin on Y/N’s shoulder, his eyes narrowing as George makes a kissy face before disappearing back into the house.

“Missed you too, Freddie,” Y/N says softly. A shiver runs down her spine as his hands shove under her shirt to rest on the small of her back and her legs involuntarily tighten around his waist. “Ugh, you’re so sweaty,” she teases, twirling a lock off his hair around her finger.

Fred rubs the sweat on his forehead into Y/N’s neck, smiling as she squeals and giggles. “There, now you’re all sweaty too,” he announces happily, pulling away to grin at her.

“You’re insufferable,” Y/N teases, sticking her tongue out at Fred. She can feel his fingers digging into the small of her back, and every time he shifts his back ripples against her calves. Y/N hopes that the blush on her cheeks can be mistaken for the beginning of a sunburn, and she wiggles in Fred’s grip. “Put me down you oaf.”

Fred bites his lip to stifle the groan that wants to escape. Having Y/N in his arms feels like heaven and he squeezes her once more before reluctantly placing her back on the ground. “As you wish, my Queen,” he teases, giving Y/N a sloppy curtsy.

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully. “Maybe George is right, I’m already regretting my decision. I’m just gonna grab my trunk and go home.”

“Oh you’re really in for it now, Y/N!” Fred shouts, chasing her around the garden as they both laugh wildly.

-

“What the hell is that?” Ginny asks, pulling Y/N and Hermione from their conversation so they can look at what she’s pointing to. They’re heading across the back garden, bathing suits on and towels in hand so they can beat the heat at the pond behind the Burrow.

Y/N’s first few days at the Burrow have been incredible, but it’s getting harder and harder to contain her feelings for Fred.  With the unusually hot weather England has been experiencing he’s taken to walking around without a shirt on, and Y/N practically drools every time she looks at him. It doesn’t help that he’s become much more affectionate with her recently. It’s always very casual, like a hand on her thigh at the table or an arm around her shoulders while they all sit on the couch. But every time his bare skin touches hers goosebumps erupt all over her body. Not to mention every time he comes down for breakfast his voice is still raspy with sleep and his hair is tousled. Y/N has had to excuse herself from the room nearly every morning to stop herself from pulling their mouths together.

Y/N watches in awe and somewhat horror as George kneels on Ron’s back, one of his hands pushing his brother’s face into the dirt. Fred and Harry are cheering him on while Ron struggles to get out of his brother’s grasp.

“Whatever it is, I don’t like it,” Hermione responds with a grimace.

The three girls share a look before making a detour to head over towards the boys. They’re all so captivated by what’s going on that they don’t notice the girls have arrived until Y/N clears her throat.

“Do I even want to know?” she asks as all four boys look over at them. Ron and Harry immediately drop their gaze to the ground, their cheeks flushing nearly the same color red, clearly flustered by the lack of clothing the girl’s have on.

Fred’s eyes rake over Y/N’s body, and if he wasn’t already red from the sun he’s sure his cheeks would be burning bright red. Her hair frames her face perfectly, and the sun shining behind her makes it look like she’s glowing. Greek goddesses would be envious of her beauty, and Fred bites his tongue to keep from blurting out all the feelings he’s shoveling down.

“Some muggle thing Harry told us about,” George answers when no one else speaks up. “Wrestling I think. Right, Harry?” George looks over at the younger boy, unable to stop the laugh that bubbles out of his mouth. “Blimey, Harry. You ever see a girl in a swimsuit before?” he teases.

George’s laughter snaps Fred out of his daydream and he reaches over to ruffle Harry’s hair. “Aw poor bloke, still so shy.”

“Boys are weird,” Ginny responds with an eye roll before turning and walking away. Hermione follows quickly after her, and Y/N can’t help but spot the slight blush on her cheeks.

George finally releases Ron and sits back in the grass. “You fancy a go Y/N?” he asks playfully. “Fred was supposed to take Harry on next but I’m sure he’d much rather wrestle with you.”

“Fuck off,” Fred chides, shoving George. “Maybe I should shove your face in the dirt.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, forcing herself to look away from Fred’s bare shoulders. Freckles litter the pale skin, and if Y/N isn’t careful she can get lost in them for hours. “As thrilling as it would be to watch Fred make you eat dirt, it’s hot and I’m going swimming. So you boys can continue with whatever weirdness that was or you can join me.”

“Race you to the pond!” George shouts, kicking off his shoes before taking off in the same direction as Ginny and Hermione have gone. Ron and Harry mumble something about flying before they take off, leaving Y/N and Fred alone.

“You coming, Freddie?” Y/N asks, biting her lip. Fred holds both of his hands out, and Y/N sighs, rolling her eyes playfully. She throws the towel in her hand over her shoulder so she can grab Fred’s hands, a tingle shooting up her arm and straight to her head when they touch.

Fred grins as Y/N pulls him up, purposefully stumbling a bit so he can pull her into a hug. “Thanks for the hand, princess.”

“Yeah you needed it you oaf,” Y/N teases, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach from Fred’s nickname. “Now carry me to the pond!” she demands, pushing him away slightly.

“Of course, my Queen!” Fred drops down in front of Y/N, trying to calm himself down as she climbs on his back. He grips her thighs tightly as he stands to make sure she doesn’t fall. Once her arms have wound around his neck he takes off. “To the pond we go!”

Hermione, Ginny and George are already splashing in the water as they approach and George stops trying to shove Ginny’s head under the water when they come into view.

“Nice of you two to finally join us,” George teases. Before Fred or Y/N can tell him to shove it, Ginny is slinging herself onto his back and pulling him under the water.

“I knew Ginny was always my favorite,” Fred laughs as George flounders around to try and get Ginny off of him. He turns to give Y/N a grin. “Your turn, princess.”

“Fred, no!” Y/N laughs, but it’s too late. Fred is grabbing her off of his back and into his arms, throwing her out into the water. The cold water shocks her warm skin, and Y/N fights back to the surface so she can tell Fred off. But as she wipes the water from her eyes the words that used to be on the tip of her tongue go to the back of her throat as she swallows thickly. Y/N watches as Fred shimmies out of his pants and inch by inch his pale muscular thighs come into view.

“Like the view?” Hermione whispers into Y/N’s ear.

Y/N turns around to glare at Hermione, splashing some water at her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Instead of responding Hermione splashes her back, and within a few minutes all five of them are pushing water at each other, laughing and chasing each other through the water. George and Ginny are the first to exit the water to rest on the grass, both tired from the splash fight and their attempts to drown the other.  Y/N moves a bit deeper into the pond and lets her eyes close as she lays on her back, just floating around to let the cool water lap at her skin.

“Oh,” Y/N gasps as a warm hand wraps around her ankle. She opens her eyes and picks her head up, grinning when she sees Fred looking over at her. “Where did Hermione go?”

Fred tilts his head back, gesturing towards the shore. “She left a few minutes ago, mumbling something about going to find Harry and Ron.”

“So you’ve just been what? Staring at me?” Y/N asks.

Fred nods slightly. “I was thinking about pulling you under the water. I was trying to plan my escape route,” he lies. Truthfully Fred had been studying Y/N. He was tracing the long shadows her eyelashes cast on her cheeks, imagining what it would be like to trace them with his finger. He had watched her chest rise and fall slowly with each breath she took, wondering if he’d be able to feel her heartbeat if he held her close.

“You would have been a dead man, Fred Weasley,” Y/N warns. A shiver runs down her spine as Fred uses his grip on her ankle to pull her body closer. “Water’s getting cold,” she says a moment later, trying to excuse her weird behavior.

Fred knows that he should suggest getting out of the water so the sun can warm them back up, but he can’t resist an opportunity to be close to her. So instead he pulls her onto his lap, so Y/N is straddling his waist. “Come closer, then. I’ll warm you up.”

Y/N wraps her arms around Fred’s neck, so they’re resting on his warm shoulders and she rests her chin on one of her arms. Neither of them says anything as Fred’s arm wind around her waist, his head coming to rest on her shoulder and his face pressed into her neck. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed, and she lets one of her fingers trace mindless patterns on Fred’s back, just letting herself enjoy their moment together.

-

“So Y/N,” Ginny starts as all three girls settle onto her bed that night. They’re all exhausted from the time they spent in the water and out in the sun, so they opted out of the boy’s usual nighttime shenanigans in favor of their pajamas and some girl talk.

“Yes?” Y/N asks as she rips open a cauldron cake.

“When are you going to tell Fred you like him?” Ginny asks suggestively.

Y/N coughs as she chokes on her cauldron cake, shooting Hermione a look of thanks when she hits her on the back. “I’m sorry, what?”

Ginny rolls her eyes playfully. “I said when are you going to tell Fred you like him?”

“I don’t like Fred,” Y/N insists. When Ginny and Hermione share a look, Y/N frowns. “I don’t!”

“Oh please,” Ginny scoffs. “I saw you two today, at the pond. I had my suspicions before but,” she pauses to take a bite of her candy bar. “But that right there was all the proof I needed,” she finishes as she chews.

Y/N blushes as Hermione’s eyes light up. “The pond? What happened at the pond?”

“Nothing!” Y/N says firmly, giving Ginny a look. “Nothing happened at the pond.” Something definitely happened at the pond, but Y/N is still unsure of what exactly it was. Sitting close to Fred, hell even sometimes cuddling Fred is a normal part of their friendship. When Fred is tired he gets cuddly, and there have been a few times that Y/N lulled him to sleep by running a hand through his hair while they sat on a couch in the common room with his head in her lap. But sitting in the water with Fred today felt different. It felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him, like every inch of her body craved to be touching Fred in some way. And Y/N couldn’t help but think that Fred had felt the same way. When Ron had come to get them for lunch both of them were reluctant to pull away and Y/N could have sworn that there was a moment when Fred leaned in as if he was going to kiss her.

“They were all cuddled up together,” Ginny reveals, ignoring the glare Y/N gives her. “Y/N was sitting in his lap, their arms were wrapped around each other. It really was quite cute.”

“I can’t believe I missed that!” Hermione pouts.

“Okay so maybe I do have feelings for Fred,” Y/N mumbles, flipping both girls off as they cheer. “But there’s no way he feels the same way. We’ve been friends for nearly four years now, if it was going to happen it would have already.”

“Are you mad?” Ginny asks. “Y/N, there is literally no way Fred doesn’t feel the same way. I swear he turns into mush whenever you’re around. Hell, the only time he’s actually quiet is when you’re nearby. He was moping around every day until you finally agreed to come and stay, after that he wouldn’t sit still.”

Y/N bites her lip. “Then how come he didn’t kiss me today?” she asks quietly. “He leaned in like he was going to and then he just, pulled away and ran off.”

Hermione frowns. “Have you thought about talking to him?”

“And potentially ruin our friendship? I’ll pass.”

“Y/N you have to notice the way he looks at you,” Ginny reasons. “He looks at you like you’re the only person on the planet. Like you’re the eighth wonder of the world or something.”

Y/N blushes and grabs another cauldron cake to keep her hands busy. “Whatever, let’s just talk about something else.” Y/N grins over at Hermione. “Hermione how about you tell us when you’re going to tell Ron you like him?”

Both Y/N and Ginny burst into fits of laughter as Hermione grabs the nearest pillow and starts swinging at them.

-

“What are you doing down here?” Fred’s soft voice asks from somewhere behind Y/N.

Y/N’s shoulders tense as Fred approaches, and she keeps her eyes trained on the pond, watching as the water ripples in the slight breeze. “Couldn’t sleep,” she answers dully as Fred sits down next to her. Ginny and Hermione dropped off hours ago, but all Y/N could do was toss and turn in her cot as she thought about what Ginny had said. Y/N had always been sure in her mind that Fred didn’t return her feelings, but after what Ginny said and the moment they shared together in the pond, she started to rethink every moment they’ve ever shared together.

“Me either,” Fred whispers as he looks over at Y/N. There are worry lines on her forehead, and her bottom lip is red and puffy from her teeth digging into it. Fred reaches out and gently tucks a piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear. “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N wraps her arms around her shins as she tucks her legs into her chest before resting the side of her head on the tops of her knees so she can look at Fred. He looks gorgeous drenched in moonlight, and when their eyes meet butterflies erupt in her stomach. “Can I ask you a question, Freddie?”

Fred smiles and reaches out to boop Y/N on the nose. “Of course, princess. Can’t promise I’ll know the answer though.”

“When we were in the water earlier, were you going to kiss me?” Y/N asks before she lets her nerves catch up to her.

Fred’s taken aback, and he pauses for a moment, trying to decide how to answer her question. Fred had gotten lost in their tender moment while they sat together in the water earlier, and when they started to break apart it felt natural to him to lean in for a kiss, like it was something they always did. Thankfully he had caught himself and he ended up running off, hoping she hadn’t noticed his slip up.

“Did you want me to kiss you?” Fred asks a moment later, too afraid to answer her question.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Y/N’s tone is firm, but there’s a small smile on her face.

Fred inches closer to Y/N, so their bodies are touching. “Would it be a bad thing if I said yes?” he murmurs.

Y/N shakes her head as she starts to lean in closer to Fred. “Would it be a bad thing if I said I wanted you to?”

Fred moves forward to close the gap between them and presses their lips together. Their first kiss is soft and tentative, but Y/N is still lightheaded when she pulls away. Y/N’s eyes are still shut tight, but she can feel Fred’s gaze on her face.

“I like you, Fred. Like way more than a friend.” Y/N pauses to swallow the lump in her throat, and her nerves start to melt away when Fred cups her cheek gently. “I have for a while and I’m tired of pretending that I don’t.”

“Y/N, will you look at me? Please?” Fred asks. His voice is soft and when Y/N finally looks at him he smiles. “You’re the only girl for me. It’s always been that way, and it’s always going to be that way.”

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Sneaking out to see a movie (Headcanons sibling!reader)

Requested by a picture-perfect Anon: Hello! Can you please write a headcanon or one-shot about a sibling!reader sneaking out to see a movie with either Sam and Dean from Supernatural or your favorite The Umbrella Academy characters? Thank you if you do!

Supernatural 

Sam

Of course Sam is worried when he goes to check up on you one night and you’re not in bed

his hunter instincts added to his protective big brother instincts are going crazy

but you’re a clever little human

he knows that

So instead of getting Dean up and calling Cas and burning America to the ground he decides to track your phone

obviously he has a tracker installed what do you think?

When he sees that you’re in a near movie theater he calms down a bit, but honestly he’s not that mad at you

He’d probably drive up to the theater and wait for you to come up to give you a lecture about sneaking out and tell you to not mention it to Dean if you ever want to be able to leave the bunker again, because he knows your older brother is a whole other story

Dean

Like Mentioned with Sam Dean is a very different story

he lost so much in his life - including his siblings more times than he could fathom - that his overprotectiveness is dialled up to 100

which is a duble sided sword because on one side that makes him very stubborn on if you’re allowed to leave the bunker on your own, but that makes you want to do things like sneak out which lead to him being even more protective 

you get the drill

so yeah

When he finds that you gone shit will go down

He’ll get Cas to bring you back immidiatly - no questions asked

as soon as your home before you can even explain yourself he’s shouting

honestly it’ll even remind Sam of how John used to be 

Will send you to your room and probably lock the bunker door so that you can’t get out again

when he simmered down he’ll apologize and talk it out 

maybe he’ll even make a deal about you being allowed to go out alone from time to time

The Umbrella Academy (Young) (I did this one a little different hope you don’t mind)

Luther

The snitch

Like I said before my opinions on Luther have changed because of season two, but honestly I believe that he’s the biggest fucking snitch as a child

Because Ohhhoh he’s number one Ohhhhoho he has the responsibility ohhhoh he’s daddy’s favorite little soldier

So when he catches you sneaking out to see a movie and have some rare time as a normal child, or if he finds out that you’ve already sneaked out

He will tell Reginald

To his defense he doesn’t think about the consequences, he’ll maybe even regret it later, but what’s done is done

Diego, Klaus and Ben

Will definitly come along

Like if they see you sneaking out you’ll be begging for them to just snitch like Luther

but no

Klaus will defnitly want to get out of that house and seeing a movie (aka. being in a dark room where he can take drugs) sounds appealing

and since Ben and Klaus are kinda glued together he’ll stickl along too

And Diego just wants to not be near Luther

so guess it’s a siblings outing isn’t it?

Allison

She has the idea

Maybe she’s seen the trailer or a poster to a movie and wants to watch it

bet your ass she’ll drag you along

like you don’t even have to sneak out she’ll just rumour your way out

definitly insists on going shopping or something after the movie is finished

will probably make it a bi-weekly thing and invite the other (not-snitches) along (even though I think that if she asks Luther would probably be able to keep a secret)

Five

Couldn’t give a shit tbh

there’s not much to say here

he just really doesn’t care enough

now if he likes you 

if the two of you are close

maybe even if you’re his favorite sibling

then he’ll help you by teleporting you there and back so that there’s less of a change you get caught, but other than that

he doesn’t care

Vanya

Now Vanya is a complicated case

It honestly depends on you

If you sneak out and don’t tell her at all she won’t do anything

she won’t tell anyone and all that

If you tell her and actively ask her if she could cover for you

well then she’ll do just that

now the thing she really wants only happens when you ask if she wants to come along

she’ll do it in a heartbeat

her life is hard enough 

and her constantly being seperated from her siblings is also really hurtful

so any quality time spend with them is a good time for her, even if that means breaking a few rules

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Can I have Present mic, Aizawa, and all might where they learn their young student is fatherless? Like... their father walked out/went to prison when they were young. I'm sorry if this is time consuming, but I can't stop sobbing over my father.

I'm the situation baby but remember it wasn't your fault

I changed it up a little bit with Mics- I hope you don't mind

Present Mic:

• from the getgo something was wrong

• The moment you walked into class he could tell

• You looked like shit

• Dark bags under your eyes, hair messily brushed, just to get it out if your face, and your eyes were a light red.

• You didn't look particularly happy to be there either

• something turns in his stomach, a gut feeling that something really had went down

• And he hated seeing his students upset

• but he was relatively close to you to begin with, his felt different

• He felt like he had to do something

• Everyone settled into their seats as the bull rung but his eyes remained on you

• You honestly didn't pay attention during the lesson

• He could tell as much

• class finishes and the bell rings but you sit still, and it's not until most of the students have trickled out of the room do you start packing up

• He walks over and kneels in front of the desk "You okay there? You don't look so good," he looks concerned and his heart drops when he sees your lip start to quiver

• It takes you 0.27 seconds to break and you're frantically wiping your eyes as sobs wrack your body

• He's got his arms wrapped around you in seconds and you're leaning into his shoulder.

• He isn't sure exactly how long you're crying for but eventually you calm down enough to get out a coherent sentence

• "My-My dad was arrested Friday night. He won't tell me why- he won't let anyone else tell me why and I don't know what else to do," you cry, "I miss him so much and its only been a few days- I don't- I don't have anyone else, Mr. Hazashi,"

• And you're crying again.

• He has you take the rest of the day off, in fact he takes the day with you

• He calls in a sub (you don't know what strings he had to pull for that but you don't ask, at this point you don't care) and you two dip

• He takes you to get food, real food, that'll make you feel better

• He knows that'll help a little

• and after that he takes you to get something sweet- that tends to help mood and blood pressure and anxiety

• So he does his best with you

• He nutures you the best way he knows how

• if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING this man has you covered

• He does his best to step up in any way he can

• first off he extends his assignment deadlines and cancels two tests. Who needs them anyway.

• And you eat lunch in his classroom because he can well tell you don't want to talk to anyone else right now

• He closes it off (seemingly) so in reality its just you and him

• He'll probably tell Aizawa too but on the downlow (just so he knows)

• When holidays roll around, the dorms close.

• In this case- he let's you stay with him. He has an extra bedroom. He doesn't want you to stay in an empty house.

• You also get his phone number (which you gladly use) for anything really

• Bored? He'll deliver some shitty puns.

• Confused about homework? Text him.

• having a mental breakdown? He's got you covered.

• You got memes? Please for the love of God send them to him.

• The dynamic eventually shifts to a VERY father daughter relationship.

• He knows he'll never replace your dad. He understands that wholeheartedly, but he wants you to have someone

• He actually gets a letter from your dad, thanking him for taking care of you

• but he really doesn't mind

Aizawa:

• He had a feeling that there was something going on at home. Or rather, a lack of something.

• He's dealt with it in the oast- with himself and with past students and current ones

• Shinsou

• I mean, aside from that fact whenever parents were mentioned, you'd either stiffen up or wrinkle your nose

• You didn't really like the subject of parents

• There was an essay prompt about parents (nothing too personal) nd you ended up writing it on the extinction of dinosaurs and why God fucked up instead

"It'd be absolutely stellar to see huge lizards roaming the earth and occasionally stepping on people, you know? Jurassic park was onto something."

• Man's couldn't even fail you on it because it was written v well

• Anyway, he doesn't pry too much. He just silently figures it out by process if elimination and pattern.

• He doesn't really care too much

• In the sense if it doesn't define you and he doesn't help you because he pities you

• he helps you because he seems potential

• He takes you under his wing with shinsou

• Yall spend a whole summer training

• And that's when it all came out

• It was an accident really.

• Shinsou was tired, exhausted really

• and when people get tired- that tired- sometimes they spout random shot they wouldn't usually say

• and thats what he did

• he went on about his home life

• and if he could, you could too right?? You could trust them.

• "My dad walked out when I was a kid. Little, like 3. I have a few pictures of him holding me, but I guess it wasn't enough. I don't have any desire to meet him. Not anymore. But it left me feeling like I did something wrong? I guess? Which I suppose is why I train. Because then I feel strong. Which is a good difference from how it usually feels."

• He knew it.

• He called it.

• He was right again.

• He reassures you that you are good enough, strong enough, and his decision to leave had nothing to do with you

• and when he saw you give him a soft smile, he warmed.

• I mean really, it only goes up from there

• he'll deny it, or grumble under his breath, but he seems you two as his own

• Like these aren't my kids but they are my kids

• When dorms close on holiday yall get to stay because that's where he lives too

• Like if you chose too

• he's not gonna force you to stay but if you don't want to go home, you don't have too

• He has that power

• He will buy you food

• all you gotta do is ask

• and he'll roll his eyes and grumble something he doesn't really mean, just secretly happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to ask for something

• lmao family group chat

S: 'Hey Mr. Aizawa I found this cat. Hold on lemme send a pic'

A: 'Dont need a pic. Bring him home'

Y: 'What if he's ugly??'

A: 'gremlin. Bring him home.'

Or

Y: 'Hey I saw this tweet that said 'kids be like watch this and do a half roundhouse spin kick clap and waste my fucking time' and it make me think of you.'

S: @ mr. Aizawa when he has to watch deku do sumn

Y: Lmaoooo like when he threw the baseball

S: LMAOO

A: Me watching you too try to figure out how to beat me in training

Y: Yikes bro

S: That was a rough one

• Does he regret giving you and shinsou his number??

• Maybe

• Not really

• Lmao super secret lunch movie days

• Every week on wendesday yall watch a movie. Usually it takes 2 or 3 days to watch the movie since lunch is only 70 minutes

• @ you accidently calling him dad one day and shinsou snickering but it stuck

• dadzawa lmaoo

Allmight:

• Man's has 2 underlings.

• You and Deku.

• Picked you up when he started teaching at UA

• Ion know let's say one day you popped off bc he said some dumb shit and you were like no sir that's clearly wrong

• schooled him in his own damn subject

• the other kids were like 😳

• what the fuck

• Anyway

• He see's you have potential

• And though he's not the best teacher, you seem to respond better to the way HE was taught

• So tbh its easier to teach you

• 'okay, now I want you to beat the shot out if that wall,'

'Okay lmao bet'

• Midoriya is like, hey mayhaps we should analyze the situation

• N ur like noe

• You just don't give a fuck

• about anything really

• other than moving up the ranks

• But even then- its not a super super big deal, you're just gonna do your best but you aren't gonna stress

• However he noticed a pattern w you (even before Midoryia brought it up to him)

• You don't let anyone in

• Midoryia knows a bit more than the other students but that's really only because he's always with you

• a good majority of the week he's w you

• but its not really a deep connection

• you don't rely on either of them

• You do your best to do things on your own.

• He knows midoryias life story

• he knows why he acts the way he does

• but he doesn't know why you do

• he has a gut feeling it could be the same as midoryia

• I mean he already had one kid who's dad dipped

• he'll surely be able to figure out you too??

• So he makes himself a promise that he'll figure it out and he'll become someone you trust

• And he does just that

• When you tell him about your nightmare of a family history he's like mm, makes sense

• but he's happy that you trust him!!!

• He's a BIG suckered for movie nights

• he's got popcorn, snacks, candy, chocolate, soda- he's prepared

• list of movies lined out all ready

• I lowkey feel like he'd be into lord of the rings or fast n furious

• fast n furious at LEAST

• He's really into American action movies

• and he has no problem sharing those movies with you

• he doesn't have a whole ton of money, like he's not rich, but if you or midoryia need something he's definitely there to get it for you

• even if ur like fam no you don't need too

• he'll buy yell food a lot

• a l o t

• and cards

• when you and midoryia get him a father's day card he thinks he's gonna cry

• You guys also have a group chat

• 'da faemilee'

• Y: "Hey dad do you have milk?"

A: "???? Do I have milk????"

Y: "ya I'm looking in your fridge n ion see any???"

A: "How'd you even get in????"

Y: "Izuku."

I: "lmaoo"

Or

Y: Izuku you dumb bitch I left for ONE day

Y: And you got into a fight with Bakugou

I: He wanted to throw hands. I just did what you would do.

A: He's got you there

Or

A: What do you guys want for dinner

I: Sushi

Y: Chicfila

Y: Izu square up

I: K

Or

Y: Izu is fighting kacchow again

A: Beat his ass young midoriya

Y: Lmaoooooo