#She'd openly tease him about that comment too

[the-beatnik-gale]

We all know Mystra never gave our Wizard any sleight of tongue but hey, at least Karlch knows what's good. Sometimes it's worth it to get on your knees.

[ssahotchnerr]

BAHAH pls i need a fic where ellie’s cockblocking gets to the point where aaron is desperately asking auntie penelope or jj to babysit her and jack for a night.. he would even entrust spencer for a few hours if nobody else was available just for some alone time😫🤭

on hiatus

this concept is so funny i love it cw; mentions of sex (nothing explicit), brief suggestive content, bau teasing aaron, reader referred to as mom, dad!aaron wc; 1k

"Can't you ask?"

"Well, I could." Aaron's gaze shot to the side, through the blinds and down into the bullpen.

"It wouldn't hurt, right? Because I don't know about you, but I can't wait another night." You exhaled, a slight buzzing effect coming through the phone as a result.

"I'm right there with you." Aaron admitted, resisting the urge to squirm in his seat. "I'm seconds away from reinstalling that damn crib."

"So ask. Anyways, I gotta go. Jack will be home soon, and I should get Ellie up so she does sleep tonight."

Aaron chuckled softly, his eyes finding the family photo framed on his desk. "Why does it not surprise me that for nap time, she'll stay in her bed."

"Stubborn. Just like her father."

After saying goodbye to you, Aaron exited his office, heading to where JJ, Penelope and Derek were all congregating. Their eyes rose as he approached.

"What brings you down here?" JJ asked, using her feet to twist her chair back and forth. "We're not dawdling, I swear."

He brushed past her playful - and untrue - comment. "Need a favor."

Brief distress flashed on Derek's face. "If it requires more paperwork, just give it to Reid."

Like you had said, there was no harm in asking. "It has nothing to do with paperwork. Just in need of a babysitter for tonight."

Penelope's hand shot up, eyes brightening. "Me."

"Big Friday night eh?" Derek wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "What's on the agenda, where the two of you headin'?"

"Nowhere." Aaron shrugged nonchalantly, a smidge of embarrassment heating his face. He was hoping he could persuade with minimal details. "It'll only be for a few hours. We just need them out of the house."

"Oh," JJ smirked after a moment, accompanied with a touch of sympathy. Out of all people, she would understand. "I see."

Aaron met her eyes, keeping his face still but with subtle pleading, hoping she'd tune into it. One that read: I'm begging you not to elaborate.

They were adults. It wasn't a topic of taboo. He just wasn't just too partial on openly discussing his sex life with his colleagues. Doesn't matter how long he's known them.

"Need some, mommy and daddy time, don't you?"

Aaron's stern expression continued to linger, but gradually softened in confirmation. He was tired; tired of waiting and being on the brink.

"No wonder you've been so grumpy."

Aaron shot Morgan a look, before stating his case. "Ellie's out of her crib now. She's learned that the world still continues to go on past bedtime."

"She's out of her crib?" Penelope aww'ed, her bottom lip pouting in bittersweetness.

"And comes into our room," Aaron paused, "every night."

For the first few nights, Ellie had stayed put; the excitement and newness of it all enough to keep her in bed. However, it didn't take long for her to realize she could simply, get up.

She'd come into the living room - you'd usher her back into bed. Jack would come out a while later, complaining Ellie had gone into his room and awoken him - Aaron's turn to return her to bed.

Then came the excuses. She needed water (a sippy cup was given to her, and told this meant she had to go to sleep now). She wanted to watch a movie and "cuddle, please?" It took everything in Aaron to decline, especially after she played up the sweetness in her big, brown eyes.

You'd think after all that, she'd exhausted herself, but no. Next came her crawling into bed with the two of you.

That's where the matter currently stood. She didn't want to sleep in her new big girl bed, but rather, the big bed. Right in the middle, snug between the two of you, and keeping your plans on hiatus.

The next night, you had thought you were in the clear. But sure enough, the second Aaron was straddled atop you, his lips trailing your skin and leaving you breathless, did little footsteps make their way down the hall. Aaron would roll off you instead, supporting himself on an elbow, while you laid there defeatedly, anticipating the opening of your bedroom door.

And again the following night, the same occurrence of events. Admittedly it's been a while since the two of you have been intimate, due to a certain toddler and cases taking Aaron out of town.

Derek laughed, "She's a little menace. I love that kid."

Aaron sighed, both his frustration and need only growing more. His voice wavered on the desperate side, "So can one of you? Please. Just a few hours is all I'm asking."

"I'd be happy to relieve you two. For a full night even, Henry and Michael would love to have Jack and Ellie sleepover." JJ offered, and Aaron internally let out a deep sigh of relief. "Will and I have been there, I get it."

"I-"

"And Aunt Penelope can come too, don't worry." JJ interrupted Penelope with a smile, reaching over and giving her hand a gentle tap.

"I'd- We'd appreciate it. Thank you." Aaron's shoulders dropped, and he could already feel the tension leaving his body. A rush of energy swept through him too, anticipating the delightfully, now long, night ahead. He could not wait to get home.

His thoughts were put on hold when he noticed the glint in JJ's eyes.

"And so you can relieve yourself."

Derek cackled while Aaron rolled his eyes, turning away from the group to hide his smile.

"Just let me know what time you want them over."

[wrr000]

＂ｍａｄｅ　ｏｆ　ｇｏｌｄ＂

- Heimdall short about braiding his hair, this idea has been in fandom for a quite time

Summary: gender neutral reader, reader is simping, Heimdall is chilling

Warnings: very short, bad English

"It wasn't a request. I'm telling that you will do it", Heimdall said, not even looking at you.

He took a chair and moved it, sitting with his back to you. It doesn't seem like he would take a "no" as an answer.

You were standing right behind him, still in a little shock.

"Wha- But, you really want me to do this?", it sounded stupid, but you had to be sure.

"Don't make me repeat myself..." he spat, visibly irritated.

That felt weird. Really weird. You even suspected a some kind of trick, but no, you knew he was serious. Besides, if he was really planning something, he would done it openly. This guy would announce that you're going to die.

Yet you couldn't help, but just felt embarrassment coming from him. A cocky God like him asking you, someone far below for braiding his hair? But he just did and it got you surprisingly excited.

"Aren't you scared that I will.. Do something. My hands will be close to your eyes...", you chuckle, taking a step forward.

He tilted his head slightly back to look at you, messy strand of hair fell on his face, "Try your luck, sunshine, but I will feed to Gulltoppr".

So cold. You sighed deeply. He sure struggled at this moment. Always ready to insult you in the most savage, but fancy way thinking that he is so funny, yet couldn't take a little tease at this very moment. What a shame.

It got you even more excited. You giggle in mind. You find something cute in this situation. Maybe it was him trying to act so unphased or that from all people from Asgard he chose you.

Wait. Did you just thought he was cute? And you actually wanted to do him a favor? Damn. Even in moment of his weakness he's catching you off guard.

But let's be honest, his hair were always so perfect and well-groomed. Blond and shiny like gold. Always out of your reach. You were so curious about them. No wonder you felt like a child in candy store.

"Fine, I will do it", you tried to hide your enthusiasm. "You are in good hands".

"Be useful for once", he shut down your positivity.

Without reply you got right into your task. You touched his hair. So soft! And thick, and healthy, and woah! You were amazed. Those were really a God's hair. You could touch them all day!

You started to braid them and you lost yourself in thoughts. This morning you saw him without his usual hairstyle. Heimdall walked into your place with loose hair. He didn't tied them in a ponytail, he just let them fell on his face. He... Screw this, yes, this idiot looked quite handsome.

You realized that you didn't ask him why he came to you. This was his hairstyle for years, why he needs you to do it today? Did his usual person couldn't? You thought about Sif, but you wasn't sure if she'd really wanted to have something to do with this guy besides work for Odin.

You slap yourself in mind. Thinking too much in presence of Heimdall wasn't the best idea. But then it hits you. He hasn't said a word.

You focused so much that you didn't notice how quiet he was. No comment about your hand slipping a few times, nothing about you messed up two braids. Complete silence.

You looked at his shoulders. They seem'd to be pretty relaxed. Were he... sleeping?! You wanted to take a quick look at his face, bo you didn't dare. You enjoyed your peace. But he had to be asleep! You smirked. For some reason it felt good knowing that he is so relaxed and chill around you (at least for now).

Time flies and in a blink of an eye you had finished your work. You smiled, hot red on your face. You were proud of yourself beacuse it looked good. Fine piece of work.

"Aaaaand done!", you laugh, placing your both hands on your hips.

After a moment Heimdall get up, looking straight into your bright eyes. You knew he wanted to immediately read your mind, but you had nothing to hide besides the truth!

"Don't flatter yourself", he said as his face turned a little red. You knew he read it all. He carefuly touched his hair, checking up your work.

"I must say, you finally did something good, I'm happy for your progress", you could feel the irony in his voice, but you didn't care. You were still smiling, admiring your own work... or maybe him too. He looked as good as always.

"And don't count on any payment", you didn't at all. Hard to admit, but you did it with pleasure. And he knew that for sure, "Maybe I will treat you a fine drink tonight, but only if I will be in a good mood".

You shake your head. Your heart was beating faster than usual. What was happening to you? Stay calm, please.

He turned and started walking towards the door. You had to admit-- it was quite-

"-enjoyable", Heimdall thought, starting his daily patrol on the wall.

[endlessnightlock]

The Weight of Attraction

aka The Thicc Katniss Story

An In-Panem Everlark a/u

Imagine a world where a canon Katniss Everdeen is not a tiny, underfed girl. Picture her as more...substantial. Big ol' butt. A rounded belly. Broad shoulders. Tatas for days. A girl who is much like the author of this story (lol). Transport yourselves to this world, and enjoy your stay.

"I'm sorry, that's all I've got today," Katniss apologized. "Caught some tracks today--- a lynx or something is hanging around my spot. Scared most the game away." 

She didn't add that cold months weren't ideal for hunting. Sae already knew that; she'd spent enough years cooking her "winter special" entrail and tree bark stew to think otherwise. No matter what was in the pot, folks still had to eat. They were, for the most part, grateful to have it. 

Still, the two women frowned at the scrawny hares laid out on the back counter. Realists, both of them, but even they hoped for a proverbial bone to be thrown their way occasionally. Sae sighed. It was a soft little noise that held no trace of censure. "Ah, tis alright. With the roots you brought yesterday, I can make it stretch in the pot. Boil the bones till there's nothing left of them. Still got salt. Salt goes a long way to making anything palatable."

Sae's stand was tucked in a back corner of the Hob. Due to location, it should have afforded some privacy for their trades and conversation. But privacy was difficult to find, and soon enough, a voice that made Katniss cringe piped up from the counter where folks came for a bowl of Sae's stew. 

"What's the matter, not enough meat on their bones? Didn't leave enough in the woods for anyone else to eat?" the man asked.

Katniss had thought she and Sae were alone but of course. Shit. No such luck. Darius invariably showed up at the Hob when she did, like he was equipped with a sturdy girls radar. It wouldn't break her heart if that one bit of luck failed him. It was her turn to sigh. 

Darius was, while not threatening, very much a shithead. Sae insisted he had a yen for Katniss, "pay him no mind. He teases ya like a little boy would in school. Too tongue-tied to make an intelligent remark. Looks like a sick sheep, that one."

If Darius hankered for Katniss's company, bringing up her plump figure wasn't getting him anywhere. Or just commenting on anything to do with her looks in general. 

Not that she found Darius handsome. Blech.

"Keep that up, and you'll be getting nothing in your bowl today," Sae chided the redheaded Peacekeeper mildly. She stayed neutral regarding customer spats, at least in front of them.

"Nar, don't do that. I was only having some fun with her," Darius said. 

On a practical level, because Katniss was nothing, if not that, she knew she was fortunate to have a little meat on her bones living in a place like Twelve, where food was difficult to come by. 

Extra padding in the winter probably kept her from freezing out in the woods, but why anyone thought she wanted to hear their opinion about her body was beyond her. Just because there was a little more of her didn't mean she was open to any and all comments. It made her feel like she and her body were separate beings. There was Katniss, who lived inside her head, and then there was Katniss, who was stuck inside her legs, her ass, her chest. 

"You're a fucking idiot. No wonder you're sitting alone in the barracks every weekend. I wouldn't talk to you either if I were a woman," another Peacekeeper, whose voice Katniss didn't recognize, chided Darius, piquing her interest.

"Ha! I get plenty far with them, thank you very much."

"Sure you do," the other man said condescendingly. "Lots of dates with Sally-five-fingers is more like it."

Katniss had to choke back her laughter; she wouldn't openly encourage whoever was digging at Darius because that wasn't her. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy hearing disparaging remarks slung his way, though. Having her thoughts echoed in solidarity was good for a mood boost. 

After schooling her features into something neutral, Katniss glanced over her shoulder, immediately catching the eye of the unfamiliar Peacekeeper accompanying Darius. 

Despite not knowing him, the new Peacekeeper shot her a boyish grin, and she wanted to laugh at his cheekiness. A charmer, that one. 

Katniss suddenly knew with absolute certainty, call it intuition or the sight or what have you, the Peacekeeper had been looking her over. But not like Darius, who she was sure thought of her like a nice bit of pork at the butcher shop. Katniss was an anomaly in Twelve, where most women were near-skeletal in mid-winter from lack of nutrition. The new Peacekeeper gazed at her more as if she was impossible not to look at. 

It was a silly impression to hold of a man she'd not been formally introduced to. But hold onto it, she did, because she found him more than worth looking at.

Katniss tore her glance from his smiling eyes but scolded herself for her cowardice. It was alright for her to return the favor of looking each other over. Even if scrutinizing the new Peacekeeper left her itchy inside her skin like pins were pricking at every nerve. 

Darius might be tall, Katniss decided, but the new Peacekeeper was much taller. He practically dwarfed her, a near-impossible feat among most men she'd met. 

The man effortlessly bestowed a feeling of not sticking out like a sore thumb on her. Because he wasn't just tall but very broad-shouldered, the sleeves of his white uniform straining over an obviously thick chest and arms. 

A little jolt ran down Katniss's spine at the completely new and unexpected reaction to another person. She even wondered what he might look like underneath his clothes. She'd never contemplated what a man might look like naked. 

Her fingers twitched at her sides, and she clenched them into fists, telling her hands to behave themselves. They couldn't reach out to a stranger.

The Peacekeeper was fair-skinned. His eyes were blue, and his hair was ash blond, like the merchant class who ran the shops in town. His skin was ruddy from the January air and perhaps some embarrassment at nearly getting caught staring at her ass. He didn't realize she knew exactly what he'd been up to. He thought he was in the clear, staring at her ass like he'd been. But no. Katniss was sure of it. He'd been staring at her ass.

"And who might you be?" Sae asked the handsome ass-looker, assessing him casually. She turned back to Katniss and raised her eyebrows in approval. Katniss pointedly ignored her. As if she couldn't see with her own eyes.

"Peeta Mellark," the Peacekeeper said, sliding onto one of the tall stools on the customer side of Sae's front counter. 

"A Mellark. Now that you say it, you look a bit like the baker Mellarks. Surely you're related."

"In town? Yeah, I think so. My dad said we had some far-reaching relations here. I come from Seven," Peeta supplied, unconcerned by the questions Sae most certainly did not pump your everyday 'Keeper for at their first meeting. 

Sae sucked air in through her teeth. "Heard they grew 'em big out in Seven. And they were right. And a Mellark to boot! How interesting. Katniss, don't you think that's interesting?" she added, dragging Katniss's attention away from the width of Peeta's shoulders where her eyes kept invariably drifting. 

Katniss didn't mean to stare. She just couldn't look away from him.

Peeta Mellark met her eye. "Katniss?" 

Katniss nodded her assent, hating the heat in her throat and face. Her voice would have trembled if she'd tried to speak or come out high and thin.

"That's an unusual name," Peeta said as if waiting for more of an answer from her. Like he had to know more about her.

"Our Katniss is a bit of an unusual person," Sae said when she sensed Katniss floundering under his attention. "Takes good care of her family."

"Family. Are you married? Do you have children?"

Sae's smile stretched wide enough to expose those gaps in the back of her mouth where teeth hadn't resided for years at his question. "Our Katniss has no husband or children, just one sister and mother. Tis a pity no one's offered for her yet."

"Sae," Katniss said.

"I have a hard time believing no one's offered for her," Peeta said. 

Sae turned away to ladle stew into bowls and slide them in front of Peeta and Darius, the latter of whom might as well have disappeared with so little attention he was being paid. 

"Maybe she's picky. Those who can care for themselves have room to be so. Perhaps she has no use for men."

"None so far, but I'm thinking that'll change. You got to admit, she's a good-looking girl, right?" Sae prodded.

"Stop," Katniss begged, pressing her back against the wall and crossing her arms over her stomach, wishing she could melt into the sooty walls. She'd developed this stance after puberty hit her right between the eyes---self-defensive and emerging whenever she was nervous or anxious. The goal was to disappear into her father's worn leather jacket, where she wasn't scrutinized as much. 

But she'd left his coat on Sae's back counter. With the thin shirt, she'd thrown on in the wee hours of the morning and promptly forgotten about, crossing her arms over her stomach only accentuated her breasts, pushing them farther up and out until she realized too late there was cleavage peeking out the neckline of her shirt.

Darius made a strangled noise that had Katniss instantly furious. "Wow, you ought to wear that shirt more often. Really brings out...your eyes," he said, definitely not looking at her eyes.

Ass.

Well, that was enough time at the Hob for one day, Katniss decided suddenly. She wouldn't be trotted out like a prize breeding swine on the auction block and then poked fun at on top of it. "You're a twit," Katniss hissed at Darius. She turned away from the three, grabbing her coat and game bag. "Sae, we can settle up later," she said. 

Katniss never settled up later, not when they all existed on the margins, but she was that anxious to go.

"Sure we can," Sae told her. Sounded amused, even.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

Katniss ran into Peeta a few days later at Sae's counter, where he sat working his way through a bowl of stew. Minus Darius, fortunately. 

Katniss had thought about Peeta a lot, but she'd also spent a fair amount of time considering how she would make Darius pay for his comment about her breasts. Maybe ask Sae to slip a pinch of foxglove in his bowl next time he shows up. Giving Darius the shits would do plenty to soothe her mind. 

Dismissing pleasant thoughts of revenge she most likely wouldn't act on, Katniss walked past Peeta to trade with Sae. This time he kept his eyes off her ass as she rounded the counter to the back table. She was a little disappointed. "That's a nice-looking bird," he remarked as she unloaded a pheasant from her bag.

Katniss cocked an eyebrow at him. Yes, Peeta was handsome as they come, but was he asking her to talk to him, a Peacekeeper, about her hunting, which the Capitol most certainly regarded as poaching? 

"Don't worry," Peeta pushed his now-empty bowl across the counter and wiped his mouth. "I wouldn't shoot myself in the foot that way, so to speak. Enjoying the fruits of your labor too much. That's just. Really impressive."

She tipped her chin up, meeting his eye. Any pretense of flirting pushed back. "Alright then," she said. "Just see that you don't, Peeta Mellark." 

He smiled when his name crossed her lips.

After collecting her bowl of the day's stew, Katniss took the stool beside him. They didn't speak much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

KPKPKPKPKP

On a warmer afternoon a week or so later, Katniss was stepping through the scraggly brush leading up to the back entrance of the Hob when Peeta, after glancing around, stepped out one of the rear doors, shoving his face shield up before reaching her side. 

His expression made her frown in confusion. "What's going on?" she asked, tugging on the strap of her bag protectively.

"You can't be here today," he murmurred, tugging on her arm, giving her no chance to broker an argument. He touched her lower back when she resisted and herded her toward the Seam road.

Katniss stared at him in disbelief as they moved, the thoughts inside her head clacking like a sack of coal instead of connecting into coherent thoughts.

"New Head' Keeper," Peeta explained. "This one is bad news. He doesn't let things go like Cray did." He stopped once they were effectively camouflaged behind an oak tree and dropped his hand from her side, stepping back to put a respectful distance between them.

She appreciated his manners but missed his touch immediately. She wouldn't mind a little handsiness from him. Then again, he wouldn't be the respectful man she knew. He'd never even glanced at her ass after the first time.

"Thank you, I guess. Now I owe you one," Katniss told him, hastily shrugging off her jacket and snugging her game bag against her side before sliding the coat back on while Peeta glanced around, making sure they were still alone. 

She should be able to get home unnoticed with her bag hidden that way. But that was just the start of her problems. 

She sighed. She'd have to think of another way to trade until the heat was off. If the heat ever would be off. She'd only known one Head' Keeper her whole life. She didn't imagine it was a position in the corps that opened up often.

Peeta quietly laughed at her disgruntled attitude. "No, nothing owed," he insisted when she scowled at him. "I just wouldn't want to see anything happen to you, that's all."

Katniss caught his eye before looking away and nodding. "Just the kindness of your heart, then," she said softly, heart fluttering in her throat.

"Something like that," he murmurred.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

"This way," Katniss hissed, tugging Peeta's hand to get him going as Peacekeepers raced past his inert form to escape the blaze gnawing its way across the rooftops. Hundreds were flooding out the gates away from the fire. The district was on fire. 

Katniss couldn't leave Peeta behind even if she couldn't budge his big dumb ass, not after risking her life just to get to the barracks and warn him. At least her mother and Prim were going to the lake with Gale; she trusted her friend to get them safely in the woods.

Peeta had gone mute in horror and shock at the sight of the destruction, frozen to his spot like that thick layer of ice that sealed in the lake in deep winter, locked in place until spring thaw. Theoretically, Katniss thought, because he was a horse of a man and she couldn't do it herself, he could be forcibly moved, but it would require much more strength than even she had.

Twelve blazed, the hungry fire sweeping through the district, devouring every structure in the Seam and Town. The fire had started in the Hob, flames engulfing the coal-soaked warehouse like dry leaves in a burn barrel, and a stiff wind coming down from the mountainside kept the fire in perpetual motion, allowing it to consume everything in sight.

In desperation, because the heat of the flames was growing stronger at her back, Katniss stood on her toes and grasped Peeta's face, forcing him down to her. She kissed him; it was hard and insistent and inexperienced. His lips were soft, cold, and unresponsive.

Kissing him had probably been a stupid move, but it roused him from his stupor. When Katniss opened her eyes, Peeta stared at her, wide-eyed in stupefaction. He was breathing heavily. She was breathing heavily, too, her heart skipping a panicked rhythm for all sorts of reasons she had no time to separate into neat, labeled boxes. "Peeta, we have to go. You need to come with me. It's not safe here."

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah, okay," he said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Everything is just gone."

Katniss squeezed his hands and then gave them a light tug. "Don't be sorry. Just move. We don't have much time."

Part 1 of 2

What's this? Katniss and Peeta are thrust together by a joint need for survival? Whatever shall they do? ;)

[lostusagis]

Siblings

''Why are you here?''

Her brother's question annoyed Kagura immensely. Was he REALLY asking why she was visiting her own mother's grave? He really had the audacity.

''She's MY mother too you know, you're not the only one allowed to visit her.'' Arms crossed over her chest as she shoots him a glare. It was sheer coincidence they decided to visit at the same time.

''What, you didn't want anyone to see you being a big crybaby?'' The comment made Kamui twitch in irritation, immediately grabbing his younger sister tightly by the collar of her clothing. Forced smile as he was really tempted to punch her lights out. However, eventually the smile fades before he heaves out a sigh.

Letting her go, he turns away from her. Kagura was right though, he didn't want anyone to see the kind of person he turned into whenever he came here.

He only glanced away from her direction as his sister placed down flowers beside the ones Kamui and their father already left.

Kagura was crouching down, staring at the tombstone. Her features sadden, it definitely was always hard coming here. But her mother was someone she'd never forget. Even if Kagura was really young when losing her.

''You miss mami a lot, don't you Kamui?'' Kagura asks, and to no surprise she was met with silence. Ever since they were kids, Kamui always had this habit of putting on a brave face. Hiding his injuries, keeping everything inside, he never asks for help, even now.

He kept stubbornly standing a few feet away, not wanting to look in her direction. Kamui was obviously waiting until Kagura left, since he wanted to be alone. He didn't want to reveal any of the emotional turmoil building up inside.

However, Kagura was persistent. She looked over at her older brother, then standing up from where she had crouched down. Footsteps came closer, and eventually arms were wrapped around him.

''It's okay to cry, stupid. Stop keeping everything inside.'' Her embrace took him by surprise, and it was tight, unwilling to let go anytime soon. Kagura teased him by calling him a crybaby but she wouldn't actually think any less of him if he actually did decide to show his emotions more openly for once.

Hell, even if he had already cried on her lap during their last battle against each other, she still didn't think less of him. Kagura only knew he must have kept that pent up for a while.

''No one else is here, you don't have to play the mean, evil space pirate you always do in front of those other guys.'' Despite everything, she still loved Kamui a lot, that would never change. She also knew he felt the same, he was just too embarrassed to admit it.

Eventually, she did feel her brother's arms wrap around her in return. Had she been anyone else, the strength in his grip very well could have crushed her.

His face buried into her neck and he just... starts crying.

Kagura was surprised, expecting him to be more stubborn and keep it bottled up. Yet here he was now, trembling in her arms crying like a little boy. Regardless, she kept hugging him. Her hand gently strokes his head, trying to bestow some comfort. Kagura remembered well how Kamui liked being coddled by their mother and tried to imitate that in some way.

He was holding on so tightly to her, honestly she felt an aching in her chest. Sure, they had been apart for a while until only recently but it made Kagura wonder.

Did he have anyone else he could confide in like this?

Did he just keep everything constantly bottled up?

Kamui was not someone who liked opening up to others, so her chest really ached thinking about how much he was hurting, pretending he really had emptied himself of all attachments.

If he actually did, he would've already killed her by now.

''Hey, wanna know something? I bet mami is really happy you decided to be part of the family again.'' Her hand kept stroking his head as Kamui clung onto her,

''She's looking down on us right now, smiling, happy that we're able to be like this together. She's really proud of you, even if you did some stupid stuff in the past. You still came back, and that's what matters.''

He hadn't actually responded, since he was still weeping in her arms, however her words really did mean a lot.

It also meant a lot to Kamui that Kagura basically stood there with him the whole time until he stopped crying, and never made fun of him for it either.

[onceuponanotherassumption]

Of binding spells and hurried confessions (Laxus x Reader)

Masterlist

(y/n) and Laxus are stuck to each other by their guildmarks.

Note: Based on an ffn fic called “Mark to Mark” by OnlyTheInevitable. It’s honestly such a fun little story! I’d definitely recommend giving it a read, so feel free to give it some deserving love!

(as with my other laxus fics, reader is a light mage)

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(y/n) scans through the guild board with furrowed brows. All of the missions Mirajane had posted weren't to her liking, they were either very impractical tasks or jobs that were too long-term. And as much as she'd enjoyed spending time out of Magnolia to explore other places she’s yet to venture, she wasn't in the mood for travelling.

"You leavin’?" She hears someone behind her, snapping her out of her revery, the sound of their heavy footsteps growing closer.

"None of these missions are practical." (y/n) admits with a long sigh. "Why? Were you looking forward to see me leave, Laxus?"

"As if I’d let you go on you’re own." Laxus scoffs, avoiding the other’s gaze in favour of checking the guild board. “Just do a month long one and take me with you, I need a break from everyone’s asses.”

“What makes you think I’d—ah!“ (y/n) lets out a gasp all of a sudden, feeling a weird burning sensation building up on the left side of her hip where her guild mark sat. Her hand comes up to press against that same spot.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” The questions spill out of Laxus not a second later, hands automatically moving up to gently grasp at her shoulders.

If the circumstances were different, (y/n) would’ve teased the dragon slayer for openly showing his concern. But the next thing she knows, an unexplainable pull forces her to crash into Laxus’ body. They both end up toppling to the ground.

“W-What in the world...?” She winces at the abrupt fall, only to realise that Laxus took the receiving end of the wooden floorboards.

“Fuck, (y/n)...” A muffled voice was heard underneath the light mage. When (y/n) looks down she pauses—her chest was literally right on top of the dragon slayer’s face. Out of sheer embarrassment, she quickly moves to get away from Laxus...only to fail to do so. "If you wanted to be on top of me, you shoulda just asked."

"Laxus." (y/n) shuts him up with a single look, it was surprisingly intimidating despite the flush on her cheeks.

"Just saying..."

“Why can't I move?” Ignoring the latter's previous statement, (y/n) places her hands on top of Laxus' shoulders, attempting to force her body to get unstuck from his.

"You're gonna break my spine if you keep that up, woman." Laxus hisses out in pain, clutching onto her wrists to get her to stop. Their guild marks were bound together like inseparable magnets, seemingly unable to detach from one another. (y/n) had no choice but to awkwardly half-sit on top of Laxus, knees digging into his lap and chest inches away from his face. The latter thankfully doesn’t comment on this and instead wounds his arms around her waist in support.

“Seems like we aren’t the only ones in this situation.” He nods off towards the occupied area of the hall where other pairs of guild members were stuck to each other by their mark.

“I take it, it’s some kind of binding spell. Why would someone even do this...” (y/n) huffs in annoyance. The other members looked just as ridiculous as they did, but a certain couple across the guild hall catches her sole attention. “If there’s anything to be appreciative about, I’m glad my mark isn’t at a more...intimate area.” Laxus follows her gaze towards Elfman and Evergreen. The take over mage practically had the entirety of his head pressed against Evergreen’s chest (she looked just about ready to murder him).

“Or your tongue.” Laxus snorts in interest at Bixlow’s predicament with his tongue glued to Lisanna’s thigh, the poor girl was a second away from combusting.

“Can you carry me over to the others? So we can sort this predicament out already...” (y/n) points over to where Levy and Lucy were discussing. Surely, the duo would know what was going on.

“I kinda like how we are right now though." He unashamedly admits. (y/n) sends him a pointed gaze. “Fine, fine.” He huffs out. After a bit of adjusting, Laxus somehow manages to stand up with (y/n) firmly stuck in his hold. Her legs automatically wrap around his waist (it wasn't like she could do anything else), arms circling around his neck. She tries to ignore the fact that the position they were in looked quite suggestive, ushering Laxus to move.

“Levy-chan, do you know how to undo it?”

“Hmm...let me try and read everything else.”

“Why not let Natsu over here burn the paper? Easy fix.” Gajeel suggests with a grunt.

“Oh! Lemme at it!” Natsu enthusiastically agrees, pulling Lucy along as he trudges over to where Levy was being carried by Gajeel.

“No, you idiot! Don’t even try it!” Lucy tugs Natsu away from the piece of parchment Levy was holding up.

“Lucy, Levy, what’s going on?” (y/n) calls out to get their attention, trying to not sigh at the flushed looks on their faces seeing her and Laxus stuck together in such a questionable position.

“Ah! Mira-san had me read this weird poem out loud then all of a sudden...this happened.” Lucy glances over at a nonchalant Natsu, her cheeks reddening. The back of her hand was smacked against the dragon slayer’s shoulder cap.

“Here’s what it says—The mark for you that is the same, considered very dear, until the feelings are proclaimed, the person will stay near.” Levy reads out carefully. “Everything else written here is mostly gibberish, they aren’t directly related to the poem. Either way, the solution is already provided.”

“It’s pretty straightforward, now that I think of it...” Lucy hums.

“May I take a look as well?” Levy passes over the parchment. (y/n) quickly scans through the poem, another sigh escapes her lips. “So both parties must reveal how they truly feel about one another...as cliche as it sounds.” (y/n) hands Levy the piece of paper back.

“A confession of sorts. It’s just a matter of how and what it is exactly we need to say for the spell to accept it, really.” Levy concludes. Everyone eventually parts ways as they inform the rest of the guild members.

“We have to say nice things about each other?” Laxus muses. The light mage tries to ignore the warm breath of air hitting her chest as she makes a sound of approval.

“More specifically, one’s true feelings in any kind of sense.”

“When I first met you I was disappointed that you were part of a dark guild, but then we found out you were actually being controlled against your will and I thought it was my chance to go after you.”

“What?” (y/n) was, for a lack of a better word, stunned by the sudden revelation.

“I liked you and that stubborn attitude of yours, you couldn’t give two fucks to anyone else who got in your way and you could definitely fight for your own.” Laxus ends it at that, only to scoff at the disbelief plastered on (y/n)’s face.

“Was that why you were so adamant on making me join the guild?” A small smile grazes her lips.

“I’m trying to tell you how I feel, do your damn share already.” He clicks his tongue in annoyance, turning his head to the side to avoid her gaze.

“I was weirded out at how you kept wanting to talk to me—“

“Oi!”

“But you turned out to be really interesting and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t attracted to you since we first met, controlled or not.”

“You kiddin’?”

“I can still remember some glimpses of when I was being mind-controlled even after the spell was broken. Your embarrassing attempts at flirting are still fresh in my head.”

“God damn it...” Laxus tries to hide his embarrassment but with (y/n) practically stuck with him, there was no escape. He sighs at the inconvenience and opts to hide his face in her chest instead, making (y/n) yelp in surprise. The light mage doesn’t even get the chance to tell him off before a light flashes in between them and the unexplainable pull from their guild marks disappear.

“We’re not stuck together anymore, you can put me down already.” (y/n) waits for Laxus to finally release her, but he remains in the same position. “Laxus.”

“Nah, I’m comfy here.” Laxus holds onto her tighter, not giving her a chance to escape his hold. He ignores the sounds of protests right above him, face completely red by now. Two years and a half of being in a relationship with her, and the light mage was still the only person who knew how to fluster him. The woman was gonna be the death of him.

[zodiyack]

Lost And Found; Trois

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, very slight uh-references if you squint

Words: 909

(Series) Summary: A nurse saves Tommy in the war and it becomes his mission to find her afterwards. Their life together continues after he finds her~ The nurse from France has some friends over.

Note: Although I speak French, I'm not entirely fluent. Most of the time, I use words/sentences I know but there is still a chance I'll use a translator or just be wrong.

also- I'M BACK BITCHES

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @jenepleurepasbaby, @fandom-puff, @simonsbluee, @darling-i-read-it, @stuckysslag, @marquelapage, @i-love-superhero, @hinagiku0, @peakyxtommy, @babylooneytoonz

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Cillian Murphy Masterlist

Part one. Part Two. Part Three. More coming soon

The Shelby family insisted on hosting an afterparty full of Small Heath residents to celebrate the marriage. As of this moment, they were in the Garrison, men and women drinking like there was no tomorrow.

As a bonus surprise- before the wedding, Polly mailed out invitations to both the ceremony and the afterparty to the nurses Y/n worked with in France. Seeing her old friends brought a glowing smile to her face. Though, the smile wasn't nearly as big as the one she wore when she met Thomas at the alter.

The nurses gathered around Y/n, sending very obvious peaks Tommy's way. He was the topic of discussion as they caught up.

Rose quirked a brow, keeping her eyes trained on Thomas. The corners of her lips started to lift until a small smile rested on her face. "Il est ton mari?" He's your husband?

Y/n followed her friend's eyes, "Oui" Yes.

She smiled softly; it felt like only yesterday, she was nursing Tommy to full-strength, listening to him chat and shamelessly flirt with her, and now? Now she was married to him. Now she was married to the dream of a man that was named Thomas fucking Shelby.

"Ton mari a un visage interessant. Et, il a joli yeux! Tres beau!" Your husband has an interesting face. And, he has pretty eyes! Very beautiful!

"De quelle couleur sont ses yeux?" What color are his eyes? One of the other women, named Annie, stepped in, asking for the topic of interest with her head craned in attempt to find who they were looking at. She knew it was about her fellow nurse's husband, but that was all the information she had.

"Bleu, Annie! Il a les plus beaux yeux!" Blue, Annie! He has the most beautiful eyes!

"Si bleu, comme l'océan!" So blue, like the ocean!

"Plus bleu que l'océan!" Bluer than the ocean! Melanie sighed, a dreamy haze in her eyes.

Although they were openly "swooning" for her husband, Y/n felt no need to stop them. The words they spoke were empty in meaning. They would do the same back in France, gossiping over who was the dreamiest, hunkiest, most jaw-dropping soldier that they'd met.

They were the ones who poked at her to go for Thomas- however, they hadn't seen him, only heard of him through Y/n's shy and lovesick swooning, to which they teased her mercilessly.

"Ne soyez pas trop excité, c'est un homme marié." Don't get too excited, he's a married man. The logical thinking nurse of the bunch, Estelle, commented with a slight chuckle. She was the only one who hadn't gushed about some guy back in France. Every time the nurses went about the men, she'd smile and roll her eyes.

"Nous savons." We know.

"Nous ne sommes pas blesser quelqu'un!" We're not hurting anyone! Melanie paused, flinching a little when she faced Y/n, "Sommes-nous de vous déranger?" Are we bothering you?

Y/n chuckled, "Non, vous n'êtes pas me faire mal à l'aise!" No, you're not making me uncomfortable!

Rose swung an arm over Y/n's shoulder, the other over Melanie's, "C'est juste comme au bon vieux temps!" It's just like the old days!

"Oui!" Yes! The group laughed together.

From Tommy's point of view, Y/n was reconnecting with her friends from France. The man was clueless to the fact that he was the topic of discussion, let alone being flirtatiously gossiped about. No matter how much he had heard in France or from Y/n, none of it rubbed off on him, leaving him stuck at clueless.

John and Arthur tried helping Tommy by reading their expressions; giddy smiles, flushed expressions, sneaky glances over at Tommy. "All we know is that they're talking 'bout you, Tom." The two chuckled as they continued to watch the interactions unfold before them.

Tommy, however, was not all that amused. He was puzzled. Terribly so. "How is that?" He lit a cigarette, lifting it to his lips as he leaned against the counter.

"They keep looking over to you...and the constant giggles can't be about the slobs here."

"Not to mention, they look back at Y/n after looking at you." Arthur nodded in agreement. He caught the glance of one of the women, who gave him a giddy smirk.

The same nurse turned back to the others, "C'était sympa de te rattraper, mais j'ai peur j'ai...autres choses à faire." It was nice catching up with you, but I'm afraid I have...other things to do.

Arthur watched as the woman began to leave. He didn't miss the look she gave him as she passed. Clearing his throat, he excused himself similarly to the way she did.

Tommy rolled his eyes and John cackled (muttering with a shake of his head, "you fuckin' dog, Arthur"). They redirected their attention to the women around Y/n, John still chuckling a little, and just... watched. Although they couldn't understand the words spoken, they could see actions plain as day.

And right now, their actions were saying things that boosted Tommy's confidence. His elbows met the counter, leaning back. He caught Y/n's eyes, keeping her trapped as they stared. It didn't shock her to see lust in the blue orbs, but it did bring her great astonishment when he smiled slightly before pushing himself off the counter and walking towards her, saying nothing as he grabbed her arm, making the women stop talking in surprise, and paced impatiently out of the Garrison with her.

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hey I’m back and better then ever and this time I have an ask not about the bodyguards (finally)

How do you think things will play out if shannon decides to make keefe x Sophie canon? How do you think fitz and the gang would react? Or what would the the adults or bodyguards(IM SORRY HAD TO INCLUDE THEM) think of it?

Anyways, hope your doing well

-Mossy

Mossy! Many a welcome back to you! I'm glad you're better than ever, and also curious what could've interested you enough to forgo your beloved bodyguards. I don't mind answering those asks though, so please don't feel like you have to talk about other things if you don't want to!

As for Sophie and Keefe, should they become canon, I have a fairly detailed post about my expectations for the love triangle and the ending of the series that you can find here. However! I didn't really talk about reactions to the two of them becoming canon aside from a mention of Fitz, so I'll focus on that! I'm going to proceed as though my expectation explained in the linked post is what happened, so keep that in mind!

Fitz: A sort of regretful acceptance. He'd be happy for the two of them, happy that they're happy. There'd be a part of him that hurts because it's what he wanted with Sophie and chose not to have. He's see in the two of that what his future could've been, and even though it's not his he couldn't think of anyone better for Sophie or Keefe. So he's happy for them, even though it hurts.

Biana: It hurts a little for her too, but not as much as Fitz. She wanted Keefe, but has already started to accept that it isn't going to happen. But she was also rooting for Fitz and Sophie, thinking they were perfect for each other. But she's happy for Sophie. She might ask her if she's happy, ask her if he's what she wants, and once she knows that it's Sophie's choice she'd support her 100%. Absolutely unwavering acceptance as she puts her own disappointments behind for her friends.

Dex: He'd tease her a little but, but he'd want to make sure Sophie was happy. And he'd congratulate her for finding the one, for finding her person. Maybe make a little joke about having a better kiss than the two of them shared. Ultimately it's not his business and he doesn't really need or want to know aside from knowing she's loved and cared for and happy.

Tam: He doesn't really outwardly react. I think it's a topic he'd want to avoid and find embarrassing. If he does make a comment it'd probably be something like "Really? Sencen? Are you sure?" because Shannon loves to play up that little rivalry. But Linh might elbow him and he's begrudgingly roll his eyes and tell her congrats. And then avoid the subject for all eternity. He'd be uncomfortable with dating as a whole, but I think maybe a small part of him is concerned and might want to be protective in a brotherly way (might be wishful thinking on my part though because I love a good Tam and Sophie sibling dynamic)

Linh: She'd be one of the most positive and supportive. She's thrilled that Sophie's found the person for her and wants her to know she's happy for her. Hugs and telling her how Sophie's earned this, earned that happiness. She wouldn't be too involved, just passing support as she doesn't pry. But for her there's only good things from this and she'd be happy for her.

Marella: She'd be thrilled. Sophie's love life has made excellent gossip, and Sophie and Keefe becoming official Sophie has finally stopped being oblivious!! Finally!! It took forever, but boys are an area of conversation Marella adores. As much as the fandom loves to make her queer, canonically she's boy-crazy. While Linh doesn't pry, Marella would want all the details, to know everything about the confession and the things they've done together. What their first kiss what like and what their relationship status is.

Grady: He's...dealing with it. He's openly voices criticism for Keefe several times in the past and is very notably not a huge fan of his. But! He has also very vocalized that he supports Sophie and who she chooses 100%. While he may not approve of Keefe, he does approve of Sophie and respect her autonomy. So if she chooses Keefe that's okay. He'll come around eventually, but his main priority is that she is happy and safe and loved. Who is providing that isn't as important; she always comes first.

Edaline: She thinks the two of them make for a cute couple and is supportive in a similar way to Linh. She doesn't pry, doesn't ask questions, but she gives the two of them smiles from afar, and finds their relationship endearing. She knows the two of them really do care for each other and she has high hopes for the two of them. She wants them both to be happy, and she knows that their relatinship is special to them.

Sandor: He isn't necessarily happy about this development, but he also can't deny the important the two of them have in each other's lives. Hopefully it doesn't make his job as a bodyguard more difficult, but he expects it will. He resigns himself to the task despite not approving of Keefe. He's kinda like Grady in that Sophie comes first, and as Keefe is someone helpful and important to her and who loves her, that they can begrudgingly acknowledge and respect.

Bo: He would be so annoyed at having to deal with teenage feelings (this is assuming he's protecting Sophie again and not Linh/Glimmer). He doesn't care for the two of them at all and doesn't want to deal with it in the slightest. Tries to ignore it, but not necessarily because it's the two of them. He'd do it with anyone.

Flori: She's like Edaline and Linh. She's happy for Sophie and is excited to see her Moonlark grow and to flourish and to be happy. She just hopes that Sophie won't forget about her or everyone else, and that she'll continue to find that happiness she deserves and has earned. She doesn't pry, but she might have ways of knowing things about them others don't (trees. the ways are trees).

Ro: Of course, Ro is over the moon. This is what she's wanted for so long and has hinted at (though the hints are very obvious) since the beginning of her time as Keefe's bodyguard. She'd be overbearing and obnoxious and gloating, cheering Keefe on. He'd hate it of course, but that wouldn't stop her. I do think she'd have a more serious moment where she talks to Keefe and tells him something like "see? I told you not to give up. I told you people care about you." and have that heart to heart. She'd later deny it and tease him about not messing it up and be so. annoying. but secretly she's really satisfied. Hopefully she doesn't rub it in Fitz's face, but I think he'd take it better than she expects

there'd just be such a wide variety of reactions from her friends like complete unwavering support to "uugh. fine." from Grady and Sandor as they resign themselves to their relationship. At least this is kinda how I expect it to happen, but only Shannon can tell! Guess we'll have to wait and see in the final two books!!