#and putting their soul into making A's birthday cake to show how much they love them

[faemorningstar]

Happy Birthday Cody?

it's April Fool's Day, but the joke was never funny in the first place

also upcoming spoilers for TD Monsters but don't worry about it

[talesofesther]

birthday girl

Wednesday Addams x Reader

This story belongs to the Sweet Calamity universe

Summary: Wednesday tries to make something special for your birthday.

A/N: A sweet little thing for my favorite universe. And also as a birthday gift for my dear friend @eviekensington. <3

Masterlist 

It was a day like any other; the sun was peeking through the clouds, your colleagues had sour faces in the morning, your girlfriend's hand was warm in yours.

Just a normal Thursday.

Or at least you hoped it would be.

You were walking out of your last class with Wednesday, talking with her about the upcoming test. Well, you were talking, she was listening and humming along.

The day went by as normal, the sun just a few hours short of setting, and no one had acknowledged it was your birthday yet.

Just how you liked it.

Honestly, it's not that you don't like when people remember your birthday, you do — it shows they care. Yet the sometimes overwhelming attention that comes with it is not exactly something you love.

One person wishes you a happy birthday and suddenly there are people you don't even know pulling you into a hug to do the same. It feels like the spotlight is on you for the whole day. That, you don't like.

To avoid things like that, you preferred to keep it a secret. Though this year there's something different; you had your soulmate with you. A soulmate who's very good at uncovering secrets.

"I happened to forget my hunting knife at the ballroom," Wednesday suddenly interrupted your rambling, "would you accompany me to get it?"

"Uh-" you didn't know what she was doing with a hunting knife at the school's ballroom in the first place, but there was no reason for saying no to spending more time alone with her, "yeah, of course."

Wednesday gave you a barely there smile and squeezed your hand before pulling you along.

Maybe you should have expected it, what with the way she was being all secretive today, dodging your attempts at making plans for later and sending texts to someone whilst in class — you barely saw Wednesday touch her cellphone on a normal day; that should've been reason enough for you to guess something was off.

You pushed open the ballroom doors and were immediately greeted with chantings of happy birthday. Enid, Ajax, Bianca, Yoko, Divina, Xavier, Eugene, and many others of your friends occupied a small portion of the big ballroom; there was a table with a cake and drinks on top of it and a haphazard cut-out birthday sign taped to the wall along with a few balloons.

Placing a hand over your racing heart, you looked at Wednesday beside you, she had a glint of pride in her eyes.

"You weren't assuming I was unaware, right?" She smirked, then motioned for you to walk further into the ballroom, "you can thank Enid for the party."

You didn't have much time to answer before Enid was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug; "happy birthday, Y/n." She pulled back, half-heartedly glaring at you, "I can't believe you weren't going to tell me it's your birthday."

"Well, I-" you started with a timid chuckle.

"No matter," the werewolf kept going, a bright smile on her lips that you couldn't help but copy, it did feel nice to have people who cared. "Wednesday found out just in time."

Enid was also the first to give you a present after all of your friends hugged you; it was a large pink box that had a knitted sweater inside it, the fabric unbelievably soft, in shades of purple and lilac — it was bound to become your favorite.

For what felt like hours you ate, drank, received gifts, and celebrated with your friends. It was nice — until the attention became overwhelming, until you were craving some fresh air.

Luckily, you had someone who apparently could read you like an open book.

You were putting away your empty cup when you felt nimble fingers touching your elbow. Her presence so familiar to you that you didn't even need to turn to see who it was — your soul knew the shape of hers already — but you did anyway, pursing your lips in a smile.

"Are you not enjoying your festivities, mi flor?" Wednesday spoke with a softness reserved for you only.

"I am, really I am," you reassured a little too urgently, biting your lip when all you got from her in response was a raised eyebrow telling you to be honest. "It's just- I don't like much attention on me as is, and here, I feel like all eyes are on me."

Wednesday hummed, her brows scrunched in thought, "Enid said to me that's what you'd like when I told her I wanted to do something for today. I apologize."

You could swoon. You wanted to kiss away the little pout on Wednesday's lips — so you did, you cupped her face with one hand and gave a peck to her lips; "don't apologize, I loved it. Just the fact that you thought of doing something already means everything to me."

The dimmed lights of the ballroom almost hid the blush on her pale cheeks. Almost. Her fingers trailed down your arm, creating goosebumps on your skin until her hand found yours, "come with me."

"What about them?" You glanced at your friends. They were laughing with each other and stuffing themselves with cake.

"They won't mind."

With her hand in yours, Wednesday took you all the way to the lake just outside the school walls, its water was glistening with the fading sunlight and the few leaves on the trees were rustling with the cold wind. It was gorgeous, straight out of a painting.

She sat down with you on the wooden deck, both your feet just short of touching the water.

"This better?" Wednesday asked, her eyes expectant on you.

"Yeah," you intertwined your fingers with hers and brought her hand up to kiss her knuckles, "it's the best."

Wednesday knew you loved all things nature, she reprimanded herself for this not being her first option. Though you genuinely looked happy, with a soft smile permanent on your lips and the golden sunset reflecting in your eyes.

You watched in blissful silence as the sun slowly disappeared behind the mountains, your thumb gently tracing the skin on your girlfriend's hand.

"Thank you, this really is the best birthday," you said quietly so as to not disturb the atmosphere around you.

You felt Wednesday's eyes on you, "because you're here," you told her. Despite being true, your own words made you smirk as you waited for the reaction you knew they'd cause.

"That's nauseating," Wednesday grumbled, tugging at your hand so it would rest on her lap.

"You love it," you bumped her shoulder with yours, stretching your feet to kick the water underneath you.

Wednesday held back a smile. She did love it.

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[theriddlerat-watcher]

Here it is everyone!

Cult Leader! Otis Driftwood x Nephilim! Reader.

(Nephilim reader is Gender Neutral! And I decided that the reader was found and raised by Captain Spaulding. Now they are 25.)

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Warnings: Violence, murder, cursing, cult activities, human sacrifice, heavy kissing, implied 18+ activities (there might be a part two where they do some ritual fucking but I dunno yet.)

Summary:

You've been living with Captain Spaulding since you were 15. Now you're 25 and helping your best friend Otis (much to your dad's chagrin.) with his cult work. Tonight you're helping prepare for another sacrifice, you really arent sure what it's for but you love the rituals and watching Otis do his thing. Tonight he offers for you to help with more than just prepping the victim, tonight he asks you to join in the ritual.

You agreed and help, not knowing that this ritual would end with you showing off your true self.

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You'd been in Ruggsville for almost 11 years, and known the Firefly family for almost 5 of those years. (Spaulding wanted to keep you from them until he was sure you could handle yourself. You ended up accidentally meeting Otis a few days after your 21st birthday.)

In those 5 years you've known the Firefly family you became very close to your best friend Otis. When around the rest of his family he could be pretty rough and cold, but never toward you, you were different, you were.... well... You!

You weren't repulsed by his art, you didn't even flinch when he tried to gross you out, and you dutifully helped him with his rituals. Truthfully, he really liked how you prepared the victims and cleaned the altar before and after the sacrifices, taking your time, making sure that there were no traces left of the sacrifice. Otis also liked it when you watched him preform the rituals and sacrifices, like you were one of his congregation, your pretty eyes watching his every move...

He wished you were part of his congregation, he could take you as his soul mate, keeping you by his side as he preforms his rituals.

But you weren't....

And he needed to stop thinking like that. He is a strong and powerful leader, he can't think like that. Though, a leader always needs a second in command....

There was another ritual tonight and Otis had called you over to prepare the sacrifice, a job you loved to do.

Now you sat infront of a brunette woman who was bound to a chair and gagged to keep her quiet. You were using a rag and a bowl of water to wipe away the sweat and dirt from her face and neck. She looked mortified, which made you let out a soft chuckle. You knew you'd have to do this one more time before the ritual but it was always good to get the caked on dirt off a good while before hand.

"There we go, gotta get ya lookin' all nice for tonight. You're gunna help with somethin', big." You say softly, setting the bowl down on the table, lazily tossing the rag down next to it. It was about time for you to go and clean the large stone altar that sat a good bit into the Firefly family's extensive farmland. You ran into baby on your way out to the barn to get the supplies you needed, her excited smile made you chuckle. "Hey there, Y/N! Where ya headed?" She asked, of course she knew that it was a ritual night, but she always asked questions like that, despite already knowing the answer. "Headin' to the barn to grab a bucket and brush so I can clean up the altar for tonight." You answer as she sits down in the chair you were just in, beginning to poke at the victim. Baby let out a giggle, rolling her eyes at you. "Seriously, Moose! You ain't even part of his group! But you put in more work than most of those lazy ass members!" She really did love that nickname huh?

(You hadn't grown up with Baby, but you'd treated eachother as family since the two of you met. The nickname Moose came from a fight you two had gotten into, she ran at you, attempting to bodyslam you, but somehow you didn't move from your spot. She commented on how you had the strength of a moose... and the nickname Moose stuck.)

Baby also loved teasing you about your willingness to help Otis, even though you never even bothered to ask what his religion was about. She always thought it was pretty stupid that you would help Otis with ritual preparations when most of his followers wouldn't lift a finger to help.

"You know I like helping him, he's my friend. I don't mind doing the work, it's fun." You tell her as you make your way to the door. She laughs. "Yeah, scrubbing blood from that big ass stone altar is soooo 'fun'." She calls after you.

You ignored her, walking out the back door and down the splintering wooden steps off the back porch. The sun was almost behind the trees, but was still making the outside almost unbearably hot. You quickly made your way to the barn, grabbing the metal bucket and scrub brush, being sure to close the barn door when you leave.

After using the outside faucet to fill up the bucket you carried it out to the altar, humming to yourself as you walked.

You stopped humming when you saw the state of the altar. It was coated in dirt, most likely from the recent dust storm. This was gunna take a lot more time than you thought....

Shrugging, you sat the bucket down and dipped the brush into the water, beginning to scrub down the altar. You had to scrub pretty hard to remove the dirt but you finally managed to get it to come off.

You were almost done cleaning the altar when you heard footsteps approaching you from behind. "Damn, Y/N, I have no idea how you always manage to get that altar lookin' so clean." Otis's voice rang out from behind you, the compliment causing you to smile. "Anything is possible with a bit of work." You respond, getting up from your kneeling position, turning to face him. Otis let out a short laugh "Well you do a damn good job! Actually, I wanted to ask ya somethin', if you don't mind, that is."

You nodded, setting the brush down. "Go for it."

Otis sauntered over to the altar, running his fingers across it. "I was thinkin', maybe, you could help me out a bit more with tonight's ritual?" He asked, keeping his eyes off you. You tilted your head slightly, placing your hands on the altar. "What do you need me to help with?" You asked curiously.

Otis cleared his throat "actually, I was hoping you'd join me at tonight's ritual." This is the first time you've ever seen your best friend nervous, usually he was strong and so sure of himself. You think for a moment before responding. "I'd love to, I've seen you preform them a lot, and if I'm being honest, a small bit of me has always wanted to join in." You chuckle.

Otis smiled an almost unnoticeable smile when he heard you say that, His heart skipping a beat. He'd never been more excited for a ritual than right now.

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Night fell and Otis prepared himself for the ritual. You and Rufus moved the still gagged victim from the chair to the altar, tieing her down, leaving her body bare aside from a single stained sheet that covered her torso. Rufus left you to cover the victim in oils, like you'd done with all of the previous victims, the potent smell of lavender, patchouli, and sandalwood filling your nostrils.

Everything was ready, just as the congregation began to arrive, ready to witness Otis's ritual. You quickly move away from the altar, keeping a good distance as you usually did. Clouds had rolled in, covering the the sky in darkness, you hoped that it wouldn't rain during the burning part of the ritual but there was no telling.

In the blink of an eye Otis was standing at the altar wearing the red ritual garb, his painted face illuminated by the soft glow from the lantern that sat at the head of the altar. (The torches that were around the altar didn't offer much light.) His congregation began to chant loudly, waiting for the ritual to begin. Otis let the chanting go on for a minute before raising his arms, causing the chanting to stop all at once leaving nothing but the sound of cicadas and the crackling of the fire from the torches. He glances around, looking over his congregation before beginning to speak.

(I apologize ahead of time for the poorly translated latin.)

"Grata omnia!" {Welcome all}

"Gratias ago tibi magnifico domino!" {Thank you, great lord.} The congregation responded in unison.

"Tonight's sacrifice is an offering to our great leader! May he continue to care for us!" Otis said, his voice strong. The congregation cheered until he raised his arms to quiet them once again. He continued to speak. "We also have a guest joinin' us tonight." He motioned for you to approach the altar.

You hesitated for a second before nervously approaching the altar, stopping when you were at his side. You felt out of place there, with Otis wearing his ritual garb and his congregation all wearing their black cloaks, you wearing your usual attire made you feel like the one odd piece in a puzzle.

He gave you a reassuring smile before introducing you to his congregation, who all seemed to adore you. It all felt so different, you were use to watching from far out if the way, and now you were standing next to Otis infront of his congregation, about to preform a ritual. He opened the book he always read from, beginning to read from it. You couldn't understand anything past the Latin greeting the congregation used so his words left you completely lost.

The wind began to blow as he read, several members whispering to others about the wind being a sign that their leader was among them. You were too busy listening to Otis's amazing voice as he read, each sentence like the roar of a lion... loud, strong, and full of pride!

Once he got to the end he unsheathed his ritual daggar, the razor sharp blade glistened in the lantern light. He held the hilt with both hands, slowly raising the shining blade above his head.

"A morte est potestas!" {There is power from death.}

Down came the blade, plunging into the victim's throat with ease. The congregation cheered as blood poured from the fresh wound. He pulled the blade out and sat is off to the side, picking up the steel goblet from the altar, allowing the blood to drip from the altar into the cup. Once Otis was satisfied with the amount of blood in the goblet he lifted it to his lips, and taking a drink. He then turned to you and offered you the goblet, a gesture that elicited quite a few gasps from his congregation. You hesitated, looking at him with a worried look. "I don't know if I should..." you say softly, feeling even more nervous because of all the eyes on you. Otis shrugged slightly, giving you another barely noticeable smile. "You don't have to, just thought you'd like to give it a try."

There was absolutely no way you could say no to that man. Absolutely no way. You did a pretty good job of hiding your feeling for him (almost as good as he is at hiding his feelings for you.) But every time you looked at that man's face or heard his voice you knew you'd do absolutely anything he asked you to (and vice versa.)

You took the goblet from him, slowly lifting it to your lips. You parted your lips, allowing the metallic tasting liquid to slide down your throat. It wasn't all that pleasant but it did get a genuine smile from Otis.

Drinking that blood may have been a mistake.

A large gust of wind blew past like a freight train, blowing out Otis's lantern and all of the torches around the altar, plunging the world around you into complete darkness.

You started to feel different... you didn't feel like your usual self, no, you actually felt... better?

You felt Otis's hand on your arm as the wind picked up, and thunder roared, then a bolt of lightning flashed, lighting up the world for a second.

Gasps and screams could be heard as the congregation were able to see what was standing beside their leader.

Even Otis let out a surprised noise upon seeing you.... the tattered and skeletal wings protruding from your back, the short obsidian horns coming from your upper forehead, and the glowing gold eye. (yes, only one eye, the other is your natural eye color)

Another bold of lightning flashed, lighting up the world once again, just long enough for you to see the shock and fear in your best friend's eyes.... as well as your own reflection.... that's why everyone was so shocked. It wasn't the lightning that scared them, it was you! You began to panic, pulling your arm out of Otis's grasp (though he wasn't holding you tightly, he was mostly just assuring you that he was still there.) You bolted toward the barn, the lightning lighting your way every few seconds. Once inside you curled up in the corner, burying your face in your hands as you hyperventilate.

It took Otis a minute to process what he had seen, the feeling of you pulling away from him bringing him back to reality. He turned to his congregation, raising his arms to get them to quiet down, and thankfully they do.

"Burn the sacrifice! Don't wait for me!" He ordered, grabbing his lantern before quickly following you to the barn. He entered the barn slowly, relighting his lantern once out of the wind. "Y/n..." He said softly, kneeling down beside you.

"I'm sorry Otis... I-I didn't know this would happen... I didn't mean to ruin your ritual...." You whimpered softly, afraid that he'd never want your help again.

"Ya didn't ruin it, Y/n... the storm did." Otis said, trying to calm you down. You just shake your head "I should have just told you out right... I'm a nephilim... the bastard child of a demon and a human..."

Otis let out a chuckle "Yeah? And that's supposed to change how I feel about ya?" He asked, getting up to hand the lantern from a hook that hung from the rafters of the barn. You snap your head to look at him, not sure if you heard him correctly. "I'm sure you don't wanna be friends with a nephilim..." you say, slowly rising to your feet, keeping your eyes on him. Otis rolls his eyes "I mean, you're right on that one, I don't want to be friends with a nephilim." He says, turning back to you.

Your heart dropped.....

"I-I understand..." You say, your voice close to breaking.

Otis shakes his head "Ya didn't let me finish, quit ya jumpin' there little rabbit." He chuckled softly, stepping closer to you. "I don't want to be friends with a nephilim..." He got closer to you, so close his chest was inches away from touching yours and you could feel his breath on you. He grabbed your shoulders gently, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours. "I wanna be with you..." He said, his voice so soft and low it sounded like a cat purr. Your heart felt as if it could beat out of your chest, you'd wanted this so bad for so long....

"I've wanted to tell you that for so long..." You say breathlessly. Hearing you say that drove Otis crazy, his mind unable to think clearly. He took in a shakey breath before pulling you into a very passionate kiss, his hands moving from your shoulders down to your waist. Your arms shot up around his neck, the feeling of his lips on yours giving you the feeling of fireworks (which you didn't think was real until this moment.)

This kiss quickly turned into a rough and messy make-out session that leaves you both breathless. Otis occasionally leaving a few stray kisses on your neck.

By the time the two of you broke apart his face paint was a mess and you were covered in it. The sight of eachother made you both laugh.

You both were glad you agreed to join in the ritual. Otis promising there are a lot more intimate rituals the two of you can do together. If you want to continue doing rituals with him, that is.

End(?)

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I tried haha. I'm verrryyyy rusty and I'm sorry, I hope this was okay though.

[winter-literature]

Lawlight Fanfiction - Bonus Content

Here is an Omegaverse Lawlight Fan Fiction One Shot that I wrote and liked far more than I expected:

Trigger warnings are on the A03 summary. Please be aware that 'Love and Loss' discusses dark elements and makes sexual references that may make some readers uncomfortable.

I liked it so much that I left it open to see if anyone was interested in the continuation of the story.

Since 'Save Our Souls' is still in progress, I debated on the fence for a bit, but then ! I read @eleonoraw's lovely comment that encouraged me to share more on that fic.

I went through and grabbed my drafts - so there's about a chapter and a half of continuation [slight steam] - and some of the prequel. At this point, with all my WIPs, I'll never say anything is off the table to get reanimated, because apparently I have no self control.

It's a bit messy since it's pulled from a collection of drafts, but if it's something you like/are interested in - let me know what you think! I would love to hear what more people think about this one.

Love and Loss - Light Moves In

Light’s face contorted with disgust at the tower of pink icing before him. It was hard to believe there was any form of cake under that thick coat. 

“Eat it. You’re too thin.” L pushed the sweet closer to him. 

“You’re one to talk.” Light’s mouth turned lower, his nose accordioning in on itself. 

“I’m always thin. Doctor says we need to get your weight up.” L’s pupils dilated before diving into his own cupcake. 

“By increasing healthy calories, L. Not pink garbage.” Light stuck his tongue out, the sweet cream melting. “Ugh! How do you eat this?” 

Smirking, L took another diving bite into his cupcake, a dab of icing left on his nose. “Do you know what your pheromone smells like?” 

Light’s eyes widened in horror. “I’ve been told it’s similar to vanilla.” 

L’s laugh was coated with another bite of icing. “That’s putting it lightly. Your pheromones are like a birthday cake with thick vanilla icing coated on top.” 

“That’s disgusting.” Light cringed at the description. 

“Mmm…” L licked the last of his icing off. 

Sighing, Light took a single bite of his cupcake. It was so sweet it nearly tasted sour. “Nope. Nope.” Light pushed the cupcake towards L, who happily accepted it. “Do you have any real food?” 

“Just order in, I’ll pay for it.” L stuffed far too much of the cupcake than he should have into his mouth, pink icing clinging to his hair. 

Feigning a heave, Light opened up his phone. As much as he’d deny it, he enjoyed being able to show exaggerated reactions. To play around again. He’d worn a serious face for so long, it was nice to break out of his mold. “How about sushi?” 

“I don’t give a fuck.” L peeled away the paper from his dessert. 

“Give me your card. I’m ordering the most expensive sushi available.” Light held out his hand. 

Without complaint, L handed over his matte black card. 

“And a bottle of champagne.” Light attempted to get some sort of rise out of him. 

“Order glasses if you’re picky. Or else you’re drinking it out of a mug.” L tried to lick the icing off his face, but most of it was too spread out. 

“You’re a heathen.” Light muttered as he punched in their order. 

While they waited for food, L brought Light’s bag up to his loft room. 

“Don’t you have a guest room?” Light soured at the thick black curtains over the windows. 

“No.” L pointed towards the walk in closet. “Plus, I think you’ll like that.” 

It wasn’t fair that someone who was content to wear a white crew neck and jeans every day had a closet the size of a studio apartment. Intrigued, Light checked the sizes on some of the suits. Fortunately, L liked to wear clothes on the bigger size, meaning most of the nicer outfits would fit Light.

“Told you so.” L’s steps were soft, but his voice got louder as he approached. “We can always throw this all out and fill it with clothes for you.” L wrapped his arms around Light’s waist, his lips brushing against where his neck and shoulder met.

Light wasn’t sure if the moan that escaped his lips was because of the offering of clothes or L’s touch. Either way, the room was growing on him. 

A spill of whiskey orange flooded the room, making each kiss against Light’s skin feel even better. 

“Fuck…” L nipped at Light’s skin in the midst of kisses. “You smell so good.” L pushed at Light’s lower stomach, pulling them closer together. 

Their symmetry in height was proving to be quite convenient, Light thought, as L grinded against him. 

DING DONG! 

“Shit.” Light mumbled, breaking out of L’s hold. 

“Nooo….” L whined, following after Light. 

“I’m hungry.” Light pushed L away from him, heading to the stairs. 

L whined the entire way down and continued through dinner. 

“I’m going to cut your dick right off.” Light seethed as he packed up their leftovers. 

“Liiiiggghhhhtttt…” L made a (not so) convincing argument. 

“We haven’t even agreed if we’re going to have that type of relationship.” Light huffed, shutting the fridge door. 

“We’re sharing a bed.” L stated in such a monotone manner, it was as if his voice rolled its eyes. 

“Which I didn’t want to do.” 

“Liar. Remember that I can smell you, right?” 

“You’re infuriating! You just expected sex on the first night?” 

The widening of L’s eyes and slightly parted lips indicated that, yes, that was exactly what he’d expected. 

“Sleep on the couch.” Light spun on his heel.

“You can’t make me sleep on my own couch.” L puffed his chest. 

“Fucking try me. I’ll make your life a living hell.” Light stomped upstairs.

“I’m at least sleeping on the couch in the loft.” L shouted towards Light’s back.

“I don’t care. As long as it’s not in the same bed.” 

“Prude.”

“Fucking asshole.” Light snapped, wishing there was a door he could slam. 

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Warm water cascaded down Light’s skin as he hummed to himself, the scent of sandalwood steaming in the shower. It was slightly disappointing to know that the ‘manly’ scent would be overwritten by pink vanilla garbage. What an unfortunate scent of pheromones. 

“What are you singing?” L’s low voice rumbled over the shower.

“Ah!” Light cried, losing his footing and crashing to the ground. Before he could open his mouth, a shampoo bottle slid and slammed on his head. Growling, Light stared up at L through the glass, water pouring over his face. 

L’s lips tugged in a half smirk, his finger pulling against his lips. He sat crouched on top of the toilet, his eyes fixated on Light’s splayed body. 

“Get out.” Light gritted through his teeth. 

Pretending not to hear him, L batted his eyelashes.

“How do you ever expect to get laid if you keep being so creepy?” Light scoffed, pushing himself off the shower floor.

“There is only one bathroom, Light.” 

“And? Can you wait a minute?” Light dipped his head under the water again, rinsing out his conditioner. 

“Not particularly. I would like it if you hurried up.” 

“You could have said that from the other side of the door.” Light switched the water to cold, doing a final rinse of his body. 

“I’m not quite used to that yet.” 

“You didn’t need to stare at me like Golem, L. Basic human decency, you know?” 

As Light opened up the shower door, L was quick on his feet, offering Light a fresh towel. 

“Thank you.” Light muttered, surprised at the act of kindness. 

“Please, get out now.” L pushed at Light. 

Snickering, Light dead weighted L until he was on the other side of the threshold, the door slammed behind him. It was refreshing seeing signs that L was uncomfortable. 

Their set up had made it seem as if L was in total control, it was incredibly infuriating. L had always been particular over his space, his environment constantly controlled chaos, and Light being there messed with it all. 

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L’s hair dripped onto his white crew neck as he crouched on a spinning stool at the kitchen island. 

“L, pay attention.” Watari’s gruff voice warned. 

“You’re like a child.” Light shook his head. 

“A child that you’re in love with.” L stopped mid spin to face Light before breaking back into a spiral.

“Not in love with. Fated pair. Different.” Light corrected him.

“Both of you!” Watari slammed on the counter. 

“Sorry, Watari.” They both bowed their heads, like the scolded children they were. 

“Like I was saying,” the perplexed doctor held up a foil pack of pills. “This is heat suppressant. This is a heat inducer. These are yours, L. The rut suppressants and inducers. I would recommend trying to bond as soon as possible. It will steady out both of your pheromones the quickest. Otherwise, you two will still have to be extremely careful. Particularly you, Light.” 

Light clenched the edge of the counter at his name. 

“You nearly died, Light. However you guys make it work, you’ll have to be close to L. Fated pairs usually have some form of chemistry. I would consider at the very least being intimate. Have you two tried getting together yet?” 

Watari coughed in discomfort. “I’ll - um - I’ll wait outside.” 

“Probably for the best.” Light agreed with a tinge of sass. 

“Did you hear that, Light?” L unfurled his feet from the stool. “Even the doctor says we should have sex.” 

“Look at what you’ve done.” Light motioned to L with a sigh. 

“Until you two decide to bond or until your pheromones balance, you honestly should be intimate. Sexual intercourse will be the best choice, however, generally closeness and skin to skin contact should also help.” 

Humming happily, L rested his cheek against Light’s thigh. 

“Thanks for the tip doc.” Light smirked sarcastically, opening his legs to let L’s head drop. 

“Heeey! I almost fell!” 

“Good luck, you two.” The doctor set the meds on the counter before pulling his bag over his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna need it.” Light whispered, only loud enough for L to hear. 

Sighing, L slid off the stool and dug into the fridge. It was fascinating seeing a morose look on L’s face while he dug into a cupcake. 

“L, how do you so easily slip into the - the touchy feely stuff?” Light gulped, the idea of not being perfect at anything suffocating. 

Pausing, L peered up from his mountain of icing. His eyebrows pressed closer together, the contrast of the pink icing against his gray eyes stirred Light’s stomach. 

“Well first,” L’s pupils visibly dilated. “When you look at me, you piss your scent all over like an untrained dog.” 

“I do not.” Light twitched away, insulted. 

“You can lie with your mouth all you want. But until you get better at this -,” L spun his finger around the room, “you can’t fool me. I know you think I’m cute.” L ended his sentence with a wink. 

“Okay, sure. Pheromones.” Light sighed, slightly ceding. “But you let out pheromones too. I might be attracted to those, but… that doesn’t mean I immediately want to jump your bones. So you just listen with your dick and suddenly it all comes so easily to you?” 

Setting down his cupcake, L shook his head. “Light… it’s always been you.” He picked at the paper, evading Light’s gaze.

“Well yeah, there’s history-,”

“No.” L shook his head. “When I was at the hospital, they told me my symptoms might be correlated with a fated pair. The first thing I did was ask Beyond to get in touch with you.” 

Clicking his jaw, it was Light’s turn to evade L’s gaze. 

“A lot of shit has happened, Light. And it’s been a long ass time. But I never forgot you. When you left… it felt like a piece of me left with you.” L’s voice started to crack, but Light couldn’t bear to meet his gaze. “And now- they tell me that - th-that the only way to keep you alive is for me to be beside you. And fuck, I don’t ever want to go through that again. I have a reason, an excuse, to hold the person I’ve loved since before I knew what my second gender would be. It’s easy… for me to be touchy… because I never wanted to let you go in the first place.”

“You corny fuck.” Light snorted, teary ember eyes meeting glistening silver. 

“Appreciate it when you can.” L’s voice rasped, the black of his pupil taking over his iris. 

Light smirked knowingly; even though L’s pheromones were dancing with his in the room, he was better at feigning a calm facade. 

“You were always such an ass.” L forgot about the cupcake, striding around the island to return to Light’s side. 

“Which you, apparently, loved. So, logically, I should continue to be abrasive for you to adore me.” Light opened his posture to invite L in. 

Groaning, L slid in between Light’s knees, his hands running along the outside of his thighs. His nose immediately ran along the crease of Light’s neck, their chests pressing against each other. Tightening his fingers around L’s hips, Light tugged him closer. 

“Mmm… fuck…” L ran his fingers under Light’s shirt. 

“Shit…” Light’s head dropped back, his skin electrifying under L’s touch. “Too much…” Light pushed at the hips that bruised under his grip.

L growled, trying to latch onto Light, his fingernails cutting into his skin. 

“L. Enough.” Light tilted forward and bit L’s collarbone. 

Rapidly inhaling, L blinked back to consciousness. “Sorry…” L nose dove into Light’s chest. 

“One step at a time.” Light snickered, running his fingers through L’s hair. 

“Okay…” L’s body limped in Light’s hold, their pheromones relaxing in sync. 

-

“L! Stop jerking off!” Light pulled a pillow over his face, trying to drown out the pheromones leaking under the crack of the bathroom door. The fog only thickened. “L! Fucking stop!”

With a wave of pheromones, Light sighed in relief that it was finally over, his sanity holding on by a thread.

“Fuck…” L panted from the other side of the door. “I love it when you yell at me.” 

“Pervert!” 

“Careful,” the sound of L’s zipper echoed, “you might get me going again.” 

Snorting, Light threw the pillow at the bathroom door. 

Love and Loss - The 'Before'

This one was the most completed section of 'The Before'. I have a few different versions, but this one seemed the best.

You may see that Light is given a different sent (continuity isn't quite as important when you have several drafts with an undecided direction). What is important is the fact that apparently I always want Light to smell so pretty ;'D

“So… what are your intentions with my brother?” Beyond snickered, his feet up in the air and his head dangling off the seat of the couch. 

“Shut-up.” Light rolled his eyes, palming his forehead.

“Are you guys going to finally tell each other you like each other or are you going to keep avoiding being adults and talking about it?” Beyond’s silver eyes sparkled. 

“It will happen… when… it will… ugh…” Light started to stagger. The entire room was blurring and spinning around him. 

“Are you okay, Light?” Beyond was afraid to move. He’d been silently grateful that Light was excluding himself, the initial stages of his rut starting to prickle at his stomach. 

Before Light could respond, he collapsed towards the floor. 

“Shit!” Beyond bit his lip. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to protect the Omega. Panicking, Beyond pulled out his phone, trying to reach a teacher. 

“What are you doing?” Light’s voice rasped as he dragged himself across the floor.

“Light - you’re- fuck.” Beyond covered his nose, the warm smell of decadent spice crawling across his skin. “Have you gone into heat before?” His words were muffled by his sweatshirt. 

“No, but you- you can’t tell - them.” Light weakly batted away Beyond’s cellphone, sending it clattering to the floor. 

“Stop.” Beyond jumped up and ran to the opposite side of the room. 

Their eyes locked as Beyond’s scent hit Light. Soft caramel eyes turned to ember as they narrowed at Beyond, whose eyes responded in blood red. 

“I’m - rut-,” Beyond struggled, arousal starting to overtake his body. He’d managed it before. Light was always around him and L. He’d become accustomed to controlling himself, even at its most difficult. But he’d never smelled Light in heat before. 

“What’s … happen…ing?” Light struggled to breath, daggers slicing up his throat as his legs turned to jelly.

“Light, I - ugh - can’t - don’t.” Beyond was reduced to monosyllables, his skin burning. 

“Beyond?” Light whined, pulling at the collar of his shirt. It felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds. 

Light had been warned about an Omega’s heat, but he’d never been taught much more than that. He always assumed he’d manage it as he did all of his masking. He’d separate himself and manage it from the comfort of his room. He hadn’t expected a reaction on levels of torture.

Beyond’s symptoms, though different in some ways, mimicked the pained desperation that threatened to overtake Light. His heart kept telling him to take away Light’s pain. 

“I - I can’t think… straight…” Beyond slid to the floor, his head in between his knees.

“Beyond!” Light shrieked, the material of his clothes burning on his skin. Tearing his shirt off, he was surprised that his skin was free of marks, he’d expected that his chest would be covered in raw flesh. The burn only spread, searing every last centimeter of Light’s skin.

Shaking, Beyond let go of the hold he’d been struggling with from his own pheromones. 

The warm scent of fresh grass temporarily cooled Light’s wounds, causing him to sob in relief. 

Struggling to breathe himself, Beyond removed his own shirt. He kept trying to think while he was still able to, but the calming effect of his pheromones was only temporary. 

“HELP! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!” Light shrieked, the flame surrounding his skin once again. 

“SHUT UP!” Beyond’s voice shook the chandelier. 

He’d never seen Light look weak. Light was tougher than any Alpha he’d ever met. But now, sobbing on the floor with matted hair, shirtless, and his pants half jimmied off, he was a wounded animal. 

Light’s sobs soaked the carpet below him. “I do-on’t n-n-n-know what t-t-t do…” his strength wavered, his eyes clouding from discomfort. 

“There’s only… there’s only one way to fix it. I - I caaaaa…” Another shot of Light’s pheromones filled the room, demanding attention. “Light… we… ahh…” his words were lost again as he crawled closer to the scent.

He used to get pumpkin spice lattes specifically to mock Light, whose scent was similar, but there was nothing to compare to the way it overtook him. To the sweetness that warmed his chest and the spice that pulled him closer. 

Gently, Beyond ran the back of his fingers against Light’s forehead. Eagerly, Light nuzzled back. For a moment, the pain subsided.

“Th-that helps…” Light kept pushing into Beyond’s touch. Wherever Beyond touched, the searing pain subsided. More accurately, it morphed into a desire for more, but at least it was more manageable than searing skin. 

A low growl emanated from Beyond’s throat as he kept softly running his hands along Light’s body. He could see the relief in Light’s eyes, which only made it harder for him.

“Light… oh fuck…” Beyond’s head spun as he leaned closer into Light.

Light started moaning under Beyond’s touch. One finger against his forehead felt like it could send him over the edge. “Beyond… please…” Light gasped, losing complete control over his rational thought.

-

L clenched his fists as the group started their return. The jealousy that coursed through his veins that Beyond and Light were spending the day together confirmed what he already knew. When he got back, he was finally going to tell Light his feelings. He didn’t want to hide it anymore. 

“Hey, isn’t that your dad?” A student pulled L out of his fog. 

Furrowing his brows, he recognized the black tinted Mercedes. Watari leaned against the car’s hood, watching L step closer. Giving L a directive nod towards the car, Watari stepped forward to speak with the teachers. 

What happened? If Beyond hurt Light I’ll kill him! 

L sprinted towards the car and threw the door open. The scent emanating from the car threatened to knock him out. 

“Shut the door you idiot!” Beyond barked as his offensive stench brutally attacked L. 

Pulling his collar up over his nose, he slid into the car, slamming the door shut behind him. Light’s thick smell spiraled through the air. 

Light trembled in Beyond’s arms, both of them in disheveled states. Beyond’s eyes burned red, still instinctively protective over the Omega in his arms. 

Crushed, L bit his lip and stared out the car window. Watari’s face shone red as he shouted at the timid teacher. He wanted to see anything besides the raw mark that marred the delicate skin along Light’s neck.

-

They tried to go back to normal. Both Light and Beyond agreed that it was what neither of them wanted. They knew that, as long as they stayed away from each other during their next heat/rut, the mark on Light’s neck would fade. 

But their tight knit friendship was cracked. They’d sit to play video games with each other, but L couldn’t sit beside the mark that poked out of Light’s collar. Furthermore, Beyond suddenly felt tied to Light. Even though they’d both made it clear to him that they wanted nothing to do with each other romantically, they still suffered from the bond they’d placed on one another.

Knowing that in 8 moves Light would win, L stepped up from the chess board. “I’ll be back.” 

Clicking the door behind him, L pulled himself into a ball and released his sobs. He’d feel better after a few minutes. It was starting to become his routine. 

Feeling slightly rejuvenated, L stepped out of the bathroom to find that Light had abandoned their chess game and was sitting on the floor mirroring Beyond’s cross legged position. 

“Seriously? Give up already?” L grumbled, stomping over towards the board. 

Squeezing foundation onto a sponge, Light responded with confidence. “I would have won in seven moves anyway.” 

“Eight. Eight moves.” L growled, trying to ignore the gentle manner in which Light covered the mark on B’s neck. 

“I would have got you in seven.” Light grinned, his honey brown eyes sparkling towards L. 

It was harder to appreciate such a beauty when Beyond’s eyes flecked with red towards his direction.

“There.” Light smiled at his handiwork. “Does that make it better?” 

Sighing, L reset the board.

“L? What do you think?” Light pointed towards the covered mark.

“What’s the point in covering it?” L scowled, clenching the piece in his palm.

Wounded, Light nodded. He would hold onto hope that it would get better once the mark was gone. Maybe then they’d be able to fix things. Maybe one day he could finally tell L how he felt.

-

“STOP POKING IT!” Light slapped away Beyond’s hand. 

L grunted across the table; he’d been distancing himself more and more. 

“Your next heat cycle should have started already.” Beyond poked at the sensitive mark once again. Beyond’s rut had already passed, his mark nearly non-existent, yet Light’s appeared fresh as ever. 

L froze, his eyes slowly lifting up towards Light. His skin was slightly flush and he’d constantly smelt slighter danker than usual. He’d assumed it was because B had tarnished his scent, or because his feelings were guarded, but he hadn’t even considered a third possibility. 

“Stop touching me.” Light swatted Beyond away again. 

Pulling up his phone, L began some basic research. ‘How does an omega know they’re pregnant?’

Dizziness or fatigue

Nausea

A change in scent to repel other Alphas that becomes more attractive to the mate

Late heat cycle

Prolonged unbonded mark 

Weight gain 

Cravings 

Headaches

Mood swings and irritation

“I’m going to break your finger if you can’t keep it to yourself.” Light growled in warning. 

“B.” L leaned his stomach against the table. 

Both the boys were shocked to hear L’s voice, for once in a tone that wasn’t laced with rage. 

“Has Light’s scent changed?” L tilted his head.

Coughing, B covered his mouth, attempting to hide his nervous reaction. “Uh - yeah - a bit.” The crimson shade of B’s cheeks told L that the change had been for the better instead of for the worse.

-

L poked at his strawberry shortcake, watching it tremble from the tip of his fork. Light usually berated him if he’d finished the entire cake before he got a bite, so he was trying to be good. Impulse control was not something L was well practiced in, and once he started, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Maybe you’re too sweet for Light, hmm?” L poked at the cake again. “Maybe we’re doing him a favor I eat all the cake…” Tapping the iced prongs against his bottom lip he considered his own argument. “He is complaining about the baby weight…” 

BANG! The door slammed open, drywall littering onto the ground from where the door knob had pierced it. 

Startled, L jabbed himself in the mouth with his fork, not hard enough to draw blood. Flipping around, he turned to see who had made such an obnoxious entry. 

Beyond’s face was pale, his eyes burning red. His pants were blended into growls as he scanned the room. 

“Where is he?” Beyond demanded, his voice coarser than ever. 

“In the bathroom?” He was a pregnant Omega, they peed a lot. 

The answer lit a fire under Beyond, who broke into a sprint towards the bathroom. 

Woefully eyeing the cake, L stood to his feet to ensure Beyond didn’t do anything stupid. He was acting as if he was in a rage induced rut… but his pheromones didn’t match that of a rut. Instead of wanting to keel over and vomit, L found himself fighting the urge to run from him. 

Knocking was an understatement as the door rattled under Beyond’s fist. “LIGHT!” 

“Maybe he’s pooping?” L gulped, Beyond’s pheromone suffocating him. 

Stepping back, Beyond kicked the door in two, shards of wood scattering across the floor. 

“Jesus! What-,” Before L could finish his sentence the scent of iron permeated the room. 

Swallowing his heart, L stumbled backwards. Tripping over his feet, he fell on his butt, frozen in stupor. 

Red stepped through the threshold before Beyond did. 

Gagging on the concoction of blood and Beyond’s protective pheromones, L trembled on the floor. L’s head fuzzed as his fingers turned to pins and needles. 

Blood dripped from Beyond’s hands under Light’s limp body. 

“Get Watari.” Beyond snarled in L’s direction. “NOW!” 

Switching back to life, L jumped to his feet. As he ran past, he tried to ignore the way that Light’s eyes twitched against his battle with consciousness.

-

Beyond hung his head at Light’s bedside, rubbing his own tears off his face. “I’m sorry, Light.”

Light’s hand twitched under the tape of the IV. He didn’t want to hear platitudes or pity. He just wanted the pain to go away. Logically, it made the best decision for him and his future. His heart still hadn’t caught up to that, his soul knew he’d lost his child. 

He wanted to hate Beyond, he wanted to hate everyone. But he was only left with the pain of his own heart being ripped from his body.

“Light…” Beyond started to release a pheromone to relax him, a warming scent of cloves filled the room. 

“PUT THAT SHIT AWAY!” Light yelled, tears and spit jumping off his face. “Just leave.” 

“Light…” Beyond’s lip shook, he wanted to help, but despite the fading mark on Light’s neck, he knew that he was never truly meant to be his mate. 

“Beyond.” L called from the doorway. “Watari’s here.” 

Hearing L’s voice, Light degraded to sobs, turning away from both of them. L’s scent trickled through the room, easily flowing past Beyond’s.

Light gripped his chest as he let the calming scent of orange smoked whiskey surround him. 

“L… I should stay. I can’t… I can’t leave him like this.” Beyond dropped his head, his twin brother's scent taking dominance over the room.  

“I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!” Light shouted, still unable to look either of them in the eye. Mumbling under tears, he added, “Both of you, just leave.” 

Beyond’s chest bounced as he sniffled. He’d never meant for it to happen. Light was always so strong, most people didn’t even know he was an Omega. They never meant for it to happen. He certainly never wanted this for Light. Ceding, Beyond stepped away from the hospital bed towards L. 

A tinge of spite shot down Beyond’s back at the tears beading in L’s eyes. Part of him wanted to shout, to say he hadn’t lost anything like Beyond had. But that wasn’t true. Beyond had taken what L loved most.

Beyond had taken Light. 

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Vee's birthday project day 1

A/n: It just passed midnight on the 28th of October for me, which means there are only 6 days left until my babe's birthday!!

So to celebrate the sweetest soul ever, I've decided to do "Six days of birthday souvenirs"

I'll write something small every day for six days for Jeon Jungkook (who definitely needs more space in my Masterlist anyways) and who also owns Vee's heart. I really can't wait to see how this turns out but I'll leave a warning here, that the genres will be all over, so yes there'll be fluff, but there'll be angst days too. *Hands up in surrender* DON'T BOO ME WE ALL NEED SOME ANGST ONCE IN A WHILE.

So, without further ado, let's see what we have for day 1 shall we??

Day 1: Midnight sweetness.

Tagging: @minniesvenus

"Knock knock"

You laughed as you felt gentle knuckles rapping against your skull, the laugh drowning into a yawn soon after, as the clock struck midnight and chimed twelve times.

You'd always been a sucker for antique stuff, hence the fact that the grandfather clock in your living room which you had salvaged from a dusty antique shop, now stood in mint condition and chimed the number of hours it announced, every hour.

It really was your pride and joy.

Now, you weren't a fool. You knew why your boyfriend was suddenly waking you up even though you had only just called it a night half an hour ago. Despite the fatigue in your body, your mind knew it was your birthday.

And you knew you were about to be coddled and spoilt rotten.

You opened your eyes the tiniest fraction and closed them immediately again seeing Jungkook kneeling in front of you on the rug, a smile painting his face.

"Psst little alpaca, are you awake?" He cooed.

"Nuh uh" you grumbled.

"Ohh... Oh noo, my alpaca isn't awake so now im gonna have to eat this whole dessert by myself" he fake sniffed.

Dessert? You peeked from one eye.

Sure enough, he had a small chocolate cake on a plate in his hands and there were two scoops of ice cream on either side.

If the bittersweet smell wafting to you was anything to go by, it was coffee ice cream.

Damn. You loved these things.

"And the fact that it's a lava cake too, tsk tsk" you snapped your eyes shut again as he made a whole show of getting up, complete with a little 'aigoo' as if he was 70.

"And how will I ever eat two scoops of ice cream by my lonesome self, poor Jungkookie..." His voice held the pout on his lips.

You bit back a laugh and stirred, pretending to just have woken up and fake stretched really loudly.

"Baby... I smell cake." You put on your biggest faux puppy eyes and looked at him all confused as if you couldn't see the plate in his hands.

Jungkook's eyes widened and a slight smirk tugged his lips. He placed the plate on the bedside table and sat down in front of you,

"You little minx." He grinned and pulled you into a hug.

"Arghhh, mmmphhhh, can't breathe" you squirmed, knowing damn well both of you knew there was nowhere you'd rather be.

"Oh hushhh, here, cut it before the chocolate inside solidifies"

He pulled back and brought the plate back, holding out a butter knife.

The lights were dim, and the city which usually was still awake and thriving seemed to have quited down for this moment.

You sliced through the cake, delighted at the ooey gooey chocolate pouring out but also the stupid sound effects the man in front of you was making.

Your laugh was much louder this time, and wasn't interrupted by a yawn.

You loaded up a spoonful of delight and held it up for Jungkook to eat. He happily took the whole spoon and made a sound of delight in his throat, eyes lighting up and a happy "mmmmm" sounding in his chest.

God, he was such a baby sometimes.

And in the next moment, there was sweetness on your tongue as he'd leaned in to kiss you just as soon as he'd swallowed and his arms held you softly, the calm kiss spreading through you like the same thick chocolate you could taste on his lips, a peace settling in your heart.

It felt like you had all the time in the world. It always did kissing Jungkook.

"Happy birthday my baby" he whispered against your skin before claiming your lips again.

Happy birthday indeed.

[pocketsizedowls]

The following is a possible timeline of Jiang Cheng's romantic (?) endeavors:

He meets Wei Wuxian when he was a toddler. Since Wei Wuxian is a little older and a little taller, Jiang Cheng thinks he's kind of cool, even if he's also a toddler. A few years later Wei Wuxian comes to live at Lotus Pier full-time. They start sharing a room and it takes only about a month for Jiang Cheng to realize that Wei Wuxian, who he now sees as a brother, is a fucking idiot.

Wei Wuxian follows Jiang Cheng to the Cloud Recesses when they are 15 and they meet Nie Huaisang, who is timid but mischievous. Nie Huaisang runs an illegal pornography distribution business without ever getting caught, not even after Wei Wuxian gets booted from Gusu and Lan Qiren grows eyes on the back of his head. It piques Jiang Cheng's interest. Nie Huaisang kisses Jiang Cheng on the last day of school before skipping away to Qinghe.

In The Untamed, Jiang Cheng meets Wen Qing around this time as well. He grew up watching Jiang Yanli pine after the peacock and, after making a list of qualities that he would like for the future Madam Jiang to have, he thinks Wen Qing is a good choice for courtship. She's smart and pretty, just like his jiejie. His mom will probably like her, which is... preferable. Either way, Jiang Cheng courts Wen Qing by bringing her a comb he bought at Caiyi Town, just like Yanli says he should. He leaves the encounter feeling proud of himself.

The romantic (?) side plots of Jiang Cheng's life take a pause for the next 5ish years because he's busy trying not to die. Lotus Pier burns, the Sunshot Campaign goes by, and good news! He succeeds in not dying. Bad news! Every other Jiang didn't. So, he spends the next 10 years after that recovering from not-dying. Understandably, it put a slight damper on his mood and now, he's been blacklisted from every matchmaker in the country! Oh well. He's got his hands full anyways, with a nephew to raise and a sect to rebuild, yada yada yada.

Soon enough, Jiang Cheng forgets all about his youthful naivete and teenage follies. Growing up has a way of hardening your soul and rewiring your memories, so he spends most of his days as Sect Leader Jiang overworking until he feels absolutely nothing. Raising Jin Ling brings some light into his life, of course, but he's a Jin, not a Jiang. He doesn't get to spend all his time at Lotus Pier, no matter how much Jiang Cheng would secretly love that. In a matter of years, chasing down demonic cultivators became his only source of dopamine. It's an incredibly self-indulgent thing. He investigates every smoke trail, every rumor, and every crudely-drawn Yiling Patriarch poster with the intention of destroying Wei Wuxian the moment he comes back. He tells himself he doesn't miss him but finds himself pausing the witch hunt every year on October 31st, Wei Wuxian's birthday.

At the Guanyin Temple, Jiang Cheng, Lan Wangji, and the new-returned Wei Wuxian take down Jin Guangyao with help of a dubiously-intact Nie Mingjue and dubiously-intentioned Nie Huaisang. Jiang Cheng returns to Lotus Pier with his (?) golden core feeling lopsided in his dantian, only to receive a wedding invitation barely a few months later from Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. He wonders for a second if they intend to make amends...? Then he banishes the thought as soon as it comes.

He attends the wedding only to save face for the Jiang Sect because people would surely talk if he doesn't show. He escapes the festivities by the time the banquet starts and walks right into Lan Xichen on his way out of the Cloud Recesses.

"Zewu-jun," he says, "aren't you supposed to be in seclusion?"

Lan Xichen smiles. "Yes."

"Then why are you out here?"

"My brother is getting married," Lan Xichen says, "why shouldn't I be here?"

"If you're truly here for the wedding," sighs Jiang Cheng, "then go inside? Pat your brother on the back? Eat a piece of cake?"

Lan Xichen's smile wobbles, but Jiang Cheng doesn't let up. He's not stupid. Sure, Lan Xichen is in seclusion, which means his time is his own and he can do anything he wants, but Lan Sect would definitely be alarmed to find their sect leader grimly wandering the grounds of the Cloud Recesses on a celebratory night. So.

"Well?" Jiang Cheng asks, pointed.

Lan Xichen's expression darkens. Jiang Cheng thinks anger is a good look on.

"Sect Leader Jiang," Lan Xichen starts, eerily peacefully, "you tell me to go inside, to congratulate my brother, and to eat. But did you do any of those things? It's barely nightfall and you look about ready to leave Gusu. With no Lan disciple walking you to the gates, however, you resemble a student sneaking out of class. Here at the Cloud Recesses, that crime is worthy of 20 lashes. Would you like to explain your behavior?"

Under any other circumstance, Jiang Cheng would lash out against this kind of condescension, but Lan Xichen is swaying under the moonlight like a reed. The sight of the strong, courteous Lan Xichen at his lowest unlocks something inside Jiang Cheng, a rough-around-the-edges feeling associated with flashes of memories that he can no longer fully remember. A shared bedroom. A kiss at school. A comb wrapped in cloth. A bowl of pork rib and lotus soup delivered to the front lines of war. A bloodied hairpin tucked in a purple waist stash. A declaration of love under the watchful gaze of dangerous enemies.

The feeling threatens to knock him over, but this is Jiang Cheng we're talking about. Naturally, he tucks the strange feeling back inside the box where it came from and locks it once again with the key. Meanwhile, he offers to walk Lan Xichen to the banquet. He says to him: I'll stay with you if you want. I'll even eat a piece of cake with you. Lan Xichen declines--thank goodness--so they make their way toward the Hanshi instead.

"What do you want to do now," Jiang Cheng asks when they make it to Lan Xichen's residence. He hovers at the dorm frame like a teenage boy trying his best not to intrude, leaning on one foot and then the other.

Lan Xichen considers Jiang Cheng's words for a moment and says, "I don't know. It's been a while since I had company, so please," He leaves the door wide open, gesturing inside the Hanshi, "come on in. Make yourself at home."

Jiang Cheng takes a ginger step across the threshold.

[a-lil-perspective]

Papa Hunter may not be the greatest of cooks around, but he knows backwards and forwards what recipes makes the Junior Hunters feel better. The right chicken soup with just enough thyme when they're sick. The uj cake is not too overwhelming and doesn't have the nuts that Hunter Junior #3 doesn't like for cozy winter days at home. The special birthday pancakes. The mashed potatoes that are somehow better than anyone else's at holidays. The special secret noodle dish that they only have when Cyare isn't around that Crosshair also loves, but will never admit (Hunter Junior #2 is the only one with this knowledge and is sworn to secrecy). And finally the cinnamon toast he always makes when someone has a bad day or a booboo or just needs a little mood boost. Even Auntie likes it and it's the closest she gets to liking Hunter and even appreciates that he never remarks on it, just quietly makes it when he senses she needs it. (Sorry if that last one is too much, it just makes me sad that she dislikes Hunter so hard when I'm sure he's trying to make up for bad decisions and regrets of the past. Do I want everyone to be friends and have a happy ending? Darn tooting. But feel free to ignore it.)

His recipes are simple and unfussy but they always turn out juuuuuuuust right and hit the spot, especially for his little batch.

OKAY FIRST OFF I NEED TO SAY. I absolutely love your takes, how well you know these characters and how you just nail it every time. It shows a lot of thought and effort put into my little universe (bless your sweet soul I’m so sorry XD) and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Like literally I’m blown away. You just understand the dynamics so well and it gives me some comfort, knowing that my stuff must make sense in some capacity; too often I feel like I struggle to articulate myself and it’s a real burden for me. So anyway I just wanted to say thank you.

ALSO it’s crazy to me, that even though I haven’t openly named all the girls yet (because I’m still deciding on some names XD) I’ve got all their personalities down, and it’s so wild to me that you just inherently know their personalities despite me having provided the bare minimal. (Ex: Hunter Junior #2 being the secret bearer which is ACCURATE because Nessa is a good sweet girl. Absolutely precious. And Hunter Junior #3 being picky (Raya is a delightful handful XD) it just blows my mind. You are awesome.

NOW ONTO THE ASK THAT I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART.

Yes Hunter is a subpar cook BUT as you said, he knows the fan favorites down to a tee. The A+ thyme chicken soup when they’re sick. The perfectly mellow Uj cake.

ALSO THE SUPER SECRET NOODLE DISH WHICH FACILITATES THEIR NOODLE SHOP STARTUP. IT WAS HUNTER’S OBSCURE RECIPE EVERYBODY. GIVE IT UP.

AND MY FAVORITE FAVORITE BIT WITH AUNTIE.

Please do not be sorry for this!! As I said I adore the depth you go into; it feels like my own thoughts broadcasted back at me and it’s such a comfort and delight.

Although it made me SAD in the best way. Yes Delana has a lot of hard feelings towards Hunter and yes he is trying so hard to make amends for his past regrets. And while they’ll never have a fully-fledged relationship there is some kindredness between them that is very rich.

Hunter delivers some of his famous cinnamon toast to a certain new mama after she’s just had Asher. :)) Scores some points with Cross there.

[bewitchingfanfiction]

Soul Eater 10/08/2023

“Alright, I’m heading out to get my cake.” Kid announced kindly as he grabbed his wallet by the door.

Blackstar happily skipped over to give him a kiss goodbye. He’d offered to go pick up Kid’s cake for him, but Kid insisted he needed to inspect it to make sure the bakers hadn’t gotten it wrong. “Hurry back so we can start celebrating!” He winked, pressing a quick kiss to Kid’s lips.

Kid gave a smile and brief nod before heading out the door.

The moment the door shut, Blackstar was scowling and spinning on his heel, pressing his phone to his ear. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” He demanded to no one.

And thankfully, someone did pick up.

“Blackstar? What’s going on? I thought it was Kid’s birthday.” Maka’s voice rang in his ear.

“MAKA I AM IN CRISIS!” Blackstar ranted sadly. “It’s literally Kid’s birthday and I still don’t have a present for him and I only have a couple of hours to figure something out before Kid decides the cake is perfect.”

Maka was silent on the other end for a moment. “Huh…that is quite the situation. Um…”

Soul’s voice rang out from the background. “Let me talk to him, he probably needs a guy’s perspective?”

“What difference does that make?” Maka snapped. Blackstar winced at the smack he heard through the phone, almost definitely caused by Maka. “What about clothes?”

“Too risky, Kid is soooo particular about what he wears. I just know I’ll get it wrong.” Blackstar sulked.

He could almost hear Maka rolling her eyes through the phone. “Kid is particular about everything.”

Soul’s voice was suddenly in his ear, apparently he took the phone. “Just do something that shows effort. Kid won’t care what it is, just that you put in the work.”

It wasn’t a terrible suggestion. Kid always said one of his most favorite things about Blackstar was his determination and work ethic, so doing something to display that could be the way to go.

“But how do I do that?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

Maka took the phone back “Well, you could bake him something, but then again he’s already getting a cake so…” She thought for a moment. “Blackstar, what do you know about arts and crafts?”

Blackstar raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

Maka’s suggestion, thought brilliant, was going terribly wrong.

So terribly wrong, in fact, that all Blackstar could do was wait anxiously for Kid to get back and see what happened.

God, he was the worst. He wanted to get Kid something amazing for his birthday and instead all he’ll be getting is a goddamn OCD episode.

All he could hope for at this point was that Kid didn’t break up with him over it.

Hearing the familiar jingle of keys, Blackstar swallowed hard and stepped into the living room area of the apartment, getting ready to face his boyfriend head on.

“Sorry that took so long, the baker thought she could get away with an extra sprinkle.” Kid scoffed as he stepped into the apartment, a cake box in his arms.

But he froze when he saw the state of the apartment.

Sitting on just about every surface, and the floor, was crooked, awkwardly made paper cranes. Each one had terrible crinkles and some were hardly even staying together because of how poorly they were made.

And there were hundreds of them.

Blackstar felt sweat pouring as Kid went deathly silent. “Okay…so…um…” Blackstar started nervously.

Kid slowly set the cake down, a shadow covering his eyes.

“I-I wanted to do something cool for your birthday to show you how much I love you and Maka and Soul said I should do something to show effort and then Maka gave me the idea to make a thousand cranes s-so you could have a wish!” Blackstar awkwardly fiddled with his fingers, shoulders slumping. “I-I tried to make them come out good but they just…the paper just wouldn’t do what I wanted it to and…” Tears bubbled in Blackstar’s eyes shamefully as he hung his head.

Kid approached him silently, his expression unreadable.

“I’m sorry, Kid.” Blackstar whispered brokenly. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry if I triggered you. There was just so many and you’d already texted you were on your way home and-“

Kid reached out and gently took Blackstar’s hands in his own, making the boy fall silent.

“Blackstar,” Kid started with a softness Blackstar was certain he didn’t deserve. “This was so kind of you. Thank you.”

“Y-You’re not mad?” Blackstar asked nervously, still teary-eyed.

“You tried to do something so wonderful for me, and Maka and Soul were right, you showed off the thing I love the most about you, the amount of effort you put into everything.” He smiled slightly. “How could I ever be mad at that?”

Blackstar sniffed, weakly moving his arm up to wipe his eyes.

“Now then, if that’s cleared up, can we celebrate my birthday properly?” Kid asked gently, pressing a kiss to Blackstar’s forehead.

“S-Sure!” Blackstar did his best to grin, though a bit flustered. “Um, what do you wanna do?”

“Well first we should have the cake. It will take me at least an hour to make sure I cut it perfectly,” Kid started simply, glancing around the apartment. “How about you gather up the cranes and set them in a box?”

Blackstar blinked, tilting his head in confusion. “What for?”

“So I can set them on fire. I love you, but I can’t stand to look at them.” Kid admitted, already looking a bit ill as he kept staring at the various cranes.

Blackstar yelped. “Ah, right, sorry! I-I’ll take care of it!” He scrambled to start picking up the cranes, but his fast pace just made him drop some of them.

Kid watched him for a moment before a tiny smile morphed onto his lips again.

And then, before Blackstar knew it, he was being lifted up bridal style in Kid’s arms. “Ah! Hey, what the heck!?”

“Forget my previous statements. Cake and cranes can wait. I want cuddles first.” Kid declared simply, carrying him to their bedroom.

Blackstar blushed, everything in him wanting to protest and declare he should carry Kid instead.

But…it was Kid’s birthday, and if Kid wanted to carry him like this…maybe just this once, Blackstar could allow it.

[dokitm-arch]

from monie - “i don’t normally do this…” jirō starts with a bit of a blush on her face ( in a very blink or you’ll miss it kid of moment ), “but it’s your birthday and it was the only gift that i could really think of.” an admission that may have sounded modest at best, but in actuality she had worked really hard on it. he was one of the few people in their class that seemed the most enthusiastic about her musical abilities, so it had only seemed fair to put together something special for kaminari’s birthday.

it would’ve been easy to put all of her music on a thumbdrive and give it to him as a gift, but there was something she liked about burning it all onto a cd and decorating both the disk ( while being careful to not mess it up so it could be played ), and the case that held the cd too, that felt a lot more personal as well. even if it was a bit obvious that there were music notes and little lightning bolts, tying into the other’s quirk.

“you’re the first one to hear these demos… they need more work but I wanted you to be part of it.” wow, that sounded so cheesy. was her face getting hotter or was it her? “lemme know what you think, okay?”

today proved to be just a right day  to throw your legs back and rest your soul away. while classes and trainings were still mandatory ( a pitiful shame, if you ask the lightning hero - seriously, birthdays happen once a year and there’s no break for the special person?! ), denki still found lighthearted atmosphere midst the hours and hours of frying his brain up - from his usual group taking him aside to give them their shared gift to a large, birthday cake sato prepared in secrecy. no wonder they were all so secretive these past few days! 

however, what denki was most curious of was about to come in courtesy of jirou pulling him aside from the party. at first, he assumed she was going to chide him for making too much of a fuss but the quick flush of her cheeks and averting told him otherwise which, admittedly, kept him on toes. whoever said the ever so charming and quick witted chargebolt wasn’t keen? 

her muttered words haven’t fallen on deaf ears and instead earned the taller to lean closer whilst peering right at jirou with those cat-like eyes, his smile never faltering.  ❛ you... don’t do normally what, jirou? c’mon, you don’t gotta be so shy! you know that whatever it is, i’ll LOVE it, since it came from you! ❜  that part was very much true, genuine even, but perhaps he hadn’t realized how heartfelt it could be. not yet, he did ... after all, who on earth would go for the class clown of 1-A?

when given the painted cover and cd with “demos”, as jirou puts it, denki couldn’t help the excitement painting his features and the giddy hands holding her gift with ginger care. jirou’s music, in one CD?! and they are demos, of all things, which meant an opportunity to support his friend and encourage her through and through?! this had to be a sign, it just had to!  ❛ woah, seriously?! you’re giving me the demos and want me to be part of them?! that’s amazing, jirou! seriously! ❜  he leaned way closer to the girl, beaming brighter than the sun.  ❛ thanks so much! now i’ll have more awesome music of yours to listen to! hey, how about after the party, we go to my room and you show ‘em? sounds like a good idea, right? ❜  any excuse just to give confidence to her... just to have her smiling.

[miekasa]

random boyfriend levi hcs (modern au)

↯ pairing: levi ackerman x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, fluff, i feel like he would honestly just be a quiet, gentle soul if given the opportunity to relax for once in his life lmao

↯ notes: i was planning to do some levi hcs, and then i got a request for them so yay! here you go, enjoy!

Has a carafe and fills it every morning (because he finishes it every day). He also absolutely does get his 6-8 glasses of water in on the daily thank you very much.

Oh he likes bubble baths. Not into lighting a thousand candles around him (altho he does like candles). Maybe one or two. Doesn’t stay for very long, but does like to get a good soak every once in a while, after he’s already showered of course.

Likes showering with you. A lot. Not necessarily for sexual antics, but he just likes it. Likes it a lot when you get all soapy and then hug him. 10/10. Although shower sex is always a welcome added bonus.

Fluffs your pillows for you in the morning behind your back. Not sure why it’s a secret for him, but it just is.

He’s like a fucking VIP member at SoulCycle or some shit and enjoys taking you with him to the classes just to see you sweat and suffer LMAO

Doesn’t mind doing things late at night with you, actually prefers it to some extent. Just don’t ask him to do anything dumb.

“Do you wanna walk to McDonald’s and get a McFlurry?” “No. I fucking hate McDonald’s and it’s 2am.” ....... “Do you want to drive around and maybe get some chinese food on our way back?” “... I’ll get the keys, let’s go.”

Surprisingly, likes to bake. It’s somewhat relaxing and therapeutic for him. He’s not the best at things like brownies and cakes and icing and decorating and all of that, but is really good at smaller, I suppose more refined desserts.

Think things like little fruit tarts, lemon squares, creme brûlée. Things that might not require a lot of ingredients, but are very particular in technique.

He doesn’t mind cooking though. But he likes cooking for other people best, not to mention he can be picky about his take-out. It can become a chore to him otherwise (and you can miss him with that meal-prepping bullshit), but he doesn’t mind cooking dinner if he knows it’s for you and him to share. And is willing to honor any particular meal request you might have.

Not exactly a wine connoisseur, but he doesn’t mind having a glass with you when you ask. He keeps bottles you and his friends get for him, but he doesn’t know shit about tasting and pairing and all that. If he needs to know or needs a recommendation, he’ll ask Erwin.

Into niche home design things like lighting fixtures, finding the perfect handles for his furniture and drawers, and things of that nature.

Very much a DIY kind of guy, and your fixer-upper. Need to assemble furniture? Fix a broken TV? Re-tile your bathroom floors? Levi’s your guy.

Loves candles. Not super sweet smelling ones like birthday cake and vanilla bean, but loves lighter, fruitier scenes like eucalyptus mixes, lemon, even sage. Always has candles on hand and never misses a single Bath and Body Works sale.

On that note, yes he does coupon. Why wouldn’t he? Capitalism already sucks and everything is so expensive, he’ll take a bargain where he can get it.

Never owned a speaker because he never saw any use for it, but one day, you coerced him into having a mini-karaoke session while you were cooking together and he found out he enjoyed it quite a bit. (The music playing a loud, not the karaoke. Even though he’s a pretty decent singer).

So when you bought him a record player for his birthday, it easily became one of his most valued possessions. And he’s really enjoyed collecting vinyls.

Other than that, he’s open to most kinds of music, and likes it if you make playlists for him—otherwise he’ll just listen to whatever you have made.

Levi and Erwin are presidents of the Beyhive but you didn’t hear that from me. Nothing but respect for THEIR Queen Bey.

Enjoys taking walks and going running when the weather is nice, and likes having you along with him. It’s actually on occasion on which he prefers to hold your hand in public. You don’t always talk much, but it’s still nice and Levi really relishes in it.

Genuinely laughs out fucking loud whenever you put a face mask on and cannot take you seriously for the next 20-35 minutes LMAO

“Hey, Casper, did you want me to get you a glass of water on my way back.” “FUCK YOU MY SKIN IS GLOWING LEVI!! GLOWING!!”

Despite that, he still fucking steals your other skin scare!! Like retinol isn’t expensive as hell!!

Likes getting massages from you, and may or may not have feigned or exaggerated soreness form his workouts a few times to get one.

Fucking hates pumping gas, but doesn’t trust the little brats at the gas station to do it for him, and would rather eat a pair of jeans than let you get out and get gawked at, so he does it himself.

If you’re in public doing something/looking at something and taking too long, Levi will just start nudging you to get you moving. Like if you’ve already spent 10 minutes looking at different pasta shapes in the grocery store, he’ll put a hand on your waist and slowly usher you back to the cart so you can actually finish your shopping (and go the fuck home).

On that note, he pulls you/grabs at you quite a bit, usually to out the way of other people or harms way (or so he claims). For example, pulls you back further onto the sidewalk while you’re waiting at the crosswalk; further away from the lines on the ground near trains and busses; away from Hange.

Really likes kissing you. Not in public, but doesn’t mind having you all over him in private. And honestly, when he wants it, he doesn’t mind being all over you either.

He’s a particularly big cuddle bug in the morning bye.

Likes it when you drive. Mostly because he can just chill in the passenger seat and take a nap.

LMAO he can’t ride a bicycle. If you taught him, he’d probably pick up pretty quickly, but nobody ever taught him so he doesn’t know how yet.

(When you find this out, you’re VERY eager to teach him and Levi feels like he might have finally met his demise). “Do you want some training wheels, Levi? I saw a pretty pink pair in the toy store on the way here.” “No, fuck you, I just need to find my balance—hey, don’t let me go! Do you want me to die???”

Despite not liking having his photo taken, he’s a pretty good photographer and doesn’t mind taking pictures of you.

Keeps a picture of you and him inside his wallet. You don’t know that it’s there.

Despises the dentist with every fiber of his being and would not fucking go if you didn’t force him to. Seriously, you have to book the appointment for him and everything or else he’s just not make one or go.

And it’s not even like he has bad teeth?? They’re fine, maybe just in need of the regular professional cleaning. He just hates people prodding inside his goddamn mouth.

Which is very weird and you tease him very loudly about because he’s fine with the doctor?? And the ophthalmologist?? And everything else but the dentist LMAO

Quite spontaneous with dates in all honesty. Sometimes he just sees shit or has an idea and asks you if you’d be down.

Not one for cliche coupley items, but you do have matching sneakers. (They’re his favorite pair of sneakers).

Picks up things you’ve left laying around and puts them in their proper place. “Levi have you seen my—” “It’s on your desk. Where it belongs.”

Museum dates! Not that he cares for the pompous air of museums, but objectively they’re nice. Quiet, pretty objects, clean. Overall, not so bad. Just don’t take him to a fucking history museum.

Has a habit of kissing the palm of your hand. It’s his silent way of telling you he loves you.

Lays his head on your lap when you’re sitting on the couch. Claims he’s not keeping up with your shows but secretly is. Curls up into a ball and takes a nap halfway through tho.

[shepherds-of-haven]

I hope you’re having a great day Lena! I was just wondering if we could have any fluff facts about the shepherds as a whole! Like fun tidbits of how they interact with each other, what some of them do if they have the same day off, does anyone host weekly game nights?? I hope that makes sense! Reading the recent short story on Patreon I love seeing how the characters interact with one another and now I need moreeeeeee🙏

Ooh, great question! I’m feeling curiously tapped dry at the moment, so I’ll probably have to reblog this as more ideas come to me; I’m so happy you’re enjoying the short story, btw!! 💖

Some group dynamic headcanons:

Many of them steal clothes from each other. Briony wears a cute sweater of Shery's (she asked), Ayla gets cold so she just takes one of Red's jackets from a chair (she didn't ask), Chase gives Tallys his scarf one day and Riel corders Trouble a pair of gloves from a fashion line he favors because his old ones are holey and they get into an argument about it... This leads to some recruits mistakenly thinking that the captains are all involved in some sort of mass relationship because they keep walking out of each other's rooms wearing each other's clothes. (The recruits believe a lot of really dumb stuff, if you couldn't tell. They LOVE gossip. It's like a competitive sport in the compound)

There is a weekly card game night, initiated and organized first by Chase, but it grows bigger over time, with snacks, cakes, drinks, and new games being procured! I'd actually say it's more like every ten-fourteen days or so than on any set weekday, and is typically proposed by anyone who senses that they or others need to blow off some steam. They all tend to meet in a private common room and either just chill and play some card games and casually drink and listen to music, or they get LOUD and raucous and play more risque non-card games (like Question or Command/Truth or Dare). The loud nights are more like once a month or bi-monthly, though! They take place in the captains' lounge so dumb recruits don't get to join! It's rare that they're in there all doing the same thing, though: maybe half will be at the table playing card games while others will be broken up into smaller groups, say arm-wrestling in the corner or playing chess at the smaller table or reading, but they're all there! Game nights are almost never held unless everyone is there, which is extraordinarily difficult to schedule, but they all make an effort to make it happen--even those who first had to be dragged into it, like Blade or Riel!

Speaking of chess games, Red and Riel have a standing game where they complete at least four more moves every night that they're around and able to meet up after dinner. Planning their next move helps them both break up the monotony of the day, and it's something they enjoy immensely. However, whenever he gets called away on a mission, Red gets sick with worry that Riel's been cooking up all sorts of schemes while he's been gone, so sometimes on the road he has, like, a schematic that he doodles on trying to anticipate Riel's next move, and it's very nerdy and ramps up in joking Anxiety. Riel, graciously, goes easier on him on nights after he comes back from long trips, though he denies it

Similarly, Blade and Trouble have a standing training session once a week where they just beat the crap out of each other. This is generally where they do the majority of their talking

Briony and Ayla first had an agreement that they would get the other one up if they overslept (Briony tends to be the one who oversleeps while Ayla is better about being up at dawn, but Ayla is really grouchy if she went to bed late and Briony is the only one who can handle her), which morphed into doing runs and sparring together at dawn and having breakfast frequently!

The girls have a standing spa night once a month where they all get together in a room (usually Shery’s) and basically do sleepover stuff and relax and chat and catch up for a few hours. This also sometimes involves showing each other new outfits that they bought that month! Sometimes there are even group baths in the big common bath, but these are rarer because Shery is shy and Tallys doesn’t like sitting in hot water getting pruny

Chase and Trouble drag Red and Halek to go drinking with them around once a month; sometimes Blade is persuaded to go if Trouble can get the drop on him and punch him hard enough to wind him. It’s complicated

Riel and Shery, of course, have tea together once a week! You’re not allowed if you can’t bring a chill vibe (Riel’s rules). Tallys, Lavinet, Halek, and Red are occasional visitors; Briony is allowed on a good day. Blade would be allowed but he has 0 interest

Similarly, Lavinet hosts a weekly brunch, either in a courtyard or at some restaurant in town! Typically it’s a girl thing and Ayla, Briony, and Shery are the most consistent attendees, but Chase has snuck his way in there often, and Riel, Halek, or Red pop up occasionally!

Tallys and Halek cook together! It’s not all that often and doesn’t seem to have any set way of materializing--it just happens somehow--but they both very much enjoy it! Sometimes they cook dinner for the whole group and have a little dinner party that they both secretly get excited for! Sometimes Shery bakes the dessert!

Riel noticed that Tallys has a little garden that she spends time weeding, so he sends gardening tools or special seeds when he thinks she needs them and she leaves baskets of vegetables or vases of flowers in his office. All of this is done without exchanging a word

Chase sporadically teaches Briony acrobatics and things like tightrope walking, just randomly whenever they’re both idle. She teaches him how to gut people with bare fists and also sometimes they paint! 

Caine caught Red grazing in the pantry late one night and now it’s like a Thing where they pass each other in the kitchen and Red sort of just looks the other way re: Caine’s bedtime and what on earth he’s doing up so late and Caine doesn’t tell anybody that Red is just absent-mindedly eating a loaf of bread at 2 AM because he was too busy working to remember to eat dinner. It’ll be like, “there’s some turkey leftover from dinner in the cold box” “oh hey, Caine. thanks. ...so, what’s the news from the midnight watch tonight?” “i’m going to go hunt ghosts on the seventh floor with my friends!” “...okay! have fun!”

Lavinet has a monthly shopping trip where she updates her wardrobe, and it is very common for others to accompany her around the city and just shop while they drop! Common partners are Shery, Briony, Riel, Chase, and once memorably Blade, who didn’t know what he was in for!

Trouble and Ayla are wildly competitive and keep arm-wrestling each other for money; this becomes a bi-weekly sporting event that is eagerly attended and bet upon by third parties

There was ONE group karaoke night. ONE. Most of them got so blackout drunk that they swore to never do it again. Even now, several of them go green whenever they hear a popular bar song (“Don’t Piss Where You Plant Your Flowers”) being sung, especially badly

The game of "telephone" gets really bad in their group. It's like, Shery will say to Briony that she's worried because she thought Riel looked a bit peaky and feverish. Briony will say in passing to Trouble that Riel is getting sick and Shery is worried. Trouble will say to Tallys that Shery is worried sick because Riel is bedridden. Tallys will be mixing herbs and Chase will ask what for and Tallys will reply that Riel is sick, but because she's mixing herbs, Chase will surmise that the sickness must be quite advanced, and will later say, "Damn, have you seen Riel? Seems like he's really sick." Red will interpret this as "I have seen Riel for myself and have determined that he's extremely ill." At least four people will bust into Riel's room, expecting him to be on the verge of death, despite the fact that they saw Riel that morning. Riel will be fine and very annoyed at the intrusion.

They rarely go out as a group to bars and establishments outside of the compound (too chaotic as well as risky, for one thing, and also, recruits don't need to see their superiors like hanging out of bushes and dancing on tabletops drunk out of their minds, and also, "Mages can't drink" (lol)), but when they do deem it a worthy occasion (Trouble's birthday, say), the girls are very punctual when getting ready, and the boys are almost always extremely late due to various shenanigans (Chase forgot that he put a booby trap on Red’s door, covering Red with flour, or a cat somehow slips into Trouble’s room and steals, like, a detonator or an important key, and they have to go chasing it across the city). This has led to the girls coming late on purpose in order to even out their arrival, but mysteriously, this has only led to even later start times, meaning they often don’t get started until like 10 or 11 PM when the most well-intentioned souls meant to be in bed by midnight... that never happens, either!

One such night once led to them ending up on a ridge in the Sun’s Embrace, like a mile outside of the city, in order to watch the sun rise together, because hiking in the dark while blasted out of their minds sounded like a really good idea. They all made it, and the dawn was spectacular, but the moment was ruined when Tallys said softly, “It’s the beginning of a beautiful new day--” punctuated by Trouble abruptly throwing up in a bush and Riel just flat-out passing out

[duskamethyst]

make it right.

a/n: i was on a writing high. i initially hated this so much but ended up with 12 pages long.

word count: 5.1k

genre: mature, smut, nsfw, angst to fluff

warnings: mentions of abortion, pregnancy

pairing: hawks x f!reader

𝅘𝅥𝅮  music rec: the reason by hoobastank  𝅘𝅥𝅮

summary: you told keigo that you’re carrying his child but he didn’t take it well. five years later he shows up in front of your door after being invited by his son and says he wants to fix everything.

you lean down towards the counter as you concentrate on creating pretty swirls of cream on the cake you baked with a piping bag. the dining table is full of food, a feast almost too huge for only two people, but you have a good excuse. it is a special day. your son’s fifth birthday to be exact. 

kids these days can be ruthless and your son doesn’t get along very well with the other kids from his kindergarten. they like picking on others that seem too fragile, too quiet – criteria that fits him well and it doesn’t help with the fact that they know he’s growing up without a father. your child never opened up to you about the constant mocking he faced until one day you overheard him sobbing through his pillow in his own room. it was dark, though the door was still open by an inch to allow a small amount of light to penetrate into the room whenever he slept. he said he wanted to sleep earlier because he was tired but the muffling sounds he tried to conceal betrayed his efforts when you passed by later that night.

it made you angry and disappointed in yourself. you really tried your best to juggle between being a mom and a dad at the same time, keeping an eye on your child and working your ass off to make a living for the two of you. you’d always put up a tough front, never broke down in front of him when you were dead tired from being overworked and the thought of him trying to not make you worry, shattered your heart into pieces. you know that all he deserves is a good life and you constantly blame yourself for not being good enough, mostly angry at your past self for not even knowing how to make good decisions and think things through. 

if only you could turn back time, you would tell yourself to never get involved with a pro hero – to never get involved with someone who feels so responsible for other strangers’ lives but not their own child’s. 

were you being selfish? for not understanding that his work always comes first? he can’t possibly have a family when he has villains out there that need to be put in their right place for their crimes. were you expecting too much from him?

“can’t you… get rid of it?” he muttered. his cold words felt like a sharp blade that just stabbed you in the heart. never once you thought that he would say that. how easy was it for him to ask you to throw out another life like it meant nothing? 

“keigo, you can’t be serious.” you shook your head, your legs were already wobbling and you felt sick to your stomach. this news should be happy for the both of you but unfortunately, you two weren’t on the same page. 

was it your fault? keigo never spoke about having a child together but he always said he’d love to build a family with you someday – he loved you, he would always protect you and be there for you. sure, it was a slip up this time. you always made sure to take proper measures to avoid pregnancy from happening but you were also more than glad to bear this child and you were convinced that keigo would be happy about it as much as you were. he loved you so much, after all. 

“i don’t think…” he stammered, trying to find the right words. “give me some time.”

your lips pursed into a thin line, hands clenching hard and knuckles turning white. think? the uncertainty in his voice was already giving you the obvious answer. he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. he never wanted this.

“save the trouble, keigo.” you spat. “how about i’ll just leave so you don’t even have to think at all?”

keigo finally lifted up his head to look at you with wavering eyes, but he still couldn’t find the words to say, to comfort you. “what are you saying?”

“i’m still going to have this child. even if it means i have to do it alone.” with a sharp breath, you turned around towards the door.

you heard a frustrating sigh coming from your back, “you know i can’t. you know damn well that i have my job as a hero and i can’t look after… after a child!”

“but it’s your child keigo!” you turned around to scream and look at him again, tears already welling in your eyes, threatening to pour out.

“and what difference does that make?!” he yelled back. “in fact, that’s even worse!”

the room was quiet as the both of you just stood there. keigo slowly realizing what just came out of his mouth in the heat of the moment while you just stared at him in disbelief. both were standing stunned and speechless from what he clearly said. that was it, you thought. 

“fuck you.” you cursed under your breath and immediately left his place, not even sparing a look back. 

if he was sorry, he would chase after you. if he didn’t mean it, he would look everywhere for you.

but none of that happened.

you ended up going back to your hometown after that. it was shameful, to finally see your parents again but just to cry on their feet as soon as you saw their faces and telling them that you were carrying an illegitimate child. it was devastating for them initially but thankfully they easily accepted it, welcoming you to stay over at their place with open arms so they could help you throughout your pregnancy until the baby was born and grown. above all, you were still their daughter. living far away, your parents had never met keigo and they were shocked to know that you were having the no.2 pro hero’s baby but also disappointed at how he reacted when you told him the news.

however, what was done is done and you can only manage to move forward by raising the child with your utmost capability. you promised yourself that you’ll protect and raise this child with as much love and care a mother can offer. whatever it takes, even if you’ll have to do it by yourself. 

you ended up living with your parents until your son turned four and decided to live independently, not wanting to burden them any longer. they didn’t want to let you go, the presence of the child brought so much joy in their daily lives. he was a bundle of sunshine and they loved him so much. 

and kyō is just beautiful. 

keigo’s genes manage to overpower your son compared to yours. fluffy but shorter blonde hair, dark and sharp on the inner corner of the eyes and not to forget the red wings on his back. it isn’t as big as keigo’s yet but it still stands out. although he takes on your personality more, every part of him reminds you of keigo and sometimes it feels like a jab to your chest. it hurts to be reminded of the man that hurt you and told you to get rid of the child you were bearing so ruthlessly.

throughout the years, you tried to make peace with the past. at first, it was hard to look at the news and see his face. he was almost everywhere, a lot of stores also sold his merchandise and his face even covered the magazines-- you realized you couldn’t escape him, your past. although he’s in the limelight, the media was still unaware about his private life and you were glad alas the similar features of kyō to the pro hero made some passersby and mothers at the park question you. fortunately, you already came up with a bullshit excuse like “he is such a big fan of hawks and he cosplays him every day… and oh, the wings are fake too.”

of course, strangers weren’t the only ones who inquired about it. even the little child himself could smartly notice his resemblance with the pro hero.

as soon as he first saw hawks on tv, he went on and on about how they looked so much alike. he was beyond fascinated, he could barely understand what the news was talking about at the time but being on the screen was more than enough to make him understand that hawks was an amazing guy. his eyes would twinkle in wonder when the news caught footage of him flying in the air with his red wings spreading graciously. if anything at all, kyō just couldn’t wait to flap his own smaller wings soon. 

then one thing led to another. a question that any curious child would ask their parents about. 

oftentimes kyō would ask you about his dad. why didn’t he have one like the other children he played with at the park and oftentimes you would try to avoid the topic and shrugged it off with a lame joke saying how you were also his dad and how you were powerful to have two bodies in one unlike other people. 

he ended up growing tired of it one day, crying to you and asked if the reason why he didn’t have one was because he didn’t love him – something he heard one of the kids said. it broke you and you were lost for words. you called your parents for support and after much discussion, your mother thought he deserved to at least know the truth and you did just that. 

luckily, he took it surprisingly well. even his little brain can comprehend the job of a top hero, he understood that it was a lot of work and keigo was often busy and far away. it was less to his liking when you made him promise you to not tell anyone about it and he should keep it as a secret because bad guys would chase after him if another single soul would know and his dad did it to protect him. it was a bad lie, but still, you had to do it.

later, kyō realized that his birthday was coming soon. he knew what he had always wanted. he didn’t know if he could have it but maybe… maybe if he tried and wished hard enough, it would come true. 

he sneakily took your phone to look up “hawks'' on your phone, though at first he was only shown results and pictures of the literal bird before smartly adding “pro hero” at the back. with limited comprehension, he eventually managed to find the agency’s website before scrolling further to find the address to the agency and scribbled it down on a piece of paper. 

-

“daddy?!” the bell has been ringing for a few times but you were too concentrated on decorating the birthday cake to even hear it but your son’s small wings flutter in excitement as he runs across the hallway to open the door.

your heart stops for a second. was that the reason why your son was pacing around the living room? you’re not expecting any guests for tonight’s dinner at all, especially the father of your child. 

“hey! i got your letter!” the familiar excited tone of his voice bursts from the door as he speaks. he kneels down eye-level as his son and gives him a big hug. “happy birthday.”

“what letter?” you break into the conversation, arms folded in front of your chest as you lean against the wall with an unamused expression written across your face. 

“i wrote daddy a letter!” your son says proudly, but you can already imagine the horrible squiggly lines on the handwritten letter. 

“and you gave me a picture too. you look exactly like me, am so happy!” keigo chuckles, ruffling the hair of his boy, eliciting little giggles from the other. it’s a beautiful sight and it makes your heart ache a little at the image of what it could’ve been. if only he was fully ready to accept the fact that he was gonna bear a child. if only he knew how to balance between his career and personal life. you could’ve had the most beautiful family you’ve ever dreamed of. 

“honey, can you go to your room for a bit? your daddy and i have to talk.” you say softly, hoping that he won’t take it any other way.

“am i.. in trouble?” kyō turns to you with a frown and puppy eyes – which he knows well that it would always work on you and it’s almost adorable how it’s exactly what keigo would do whenever he makes you annoyed with his antics. it’s just one of his ways to apologize to you. 

you sigh and shake your head, “no. we’re gonna talk about…” you glance elsewhere as you think of an excuse. “your surprise present!” 

“it’s not a surprise anymore if you say it like that, mommy!” the child laughs and scurries to his room as told and the both of you watch him with a smile tugged on your lips. 

you turn back to keigo with a dour expression as soon as your son closes the door to his room, causing him to fidget a bit from his spot. he hasn’t seen it for years, after all. he’s about to pull you into a hug but instead, you quickly turn your heels around towards the kitchen.

“i still have things to do. either you help me with it or leave.”

he quickly takes off his shoes and follows you, taking in the view around the house before he enters the kitchen. the atmosphere is stuffy and tense while you sit on the stool to continue decorating the cake. 

“you can help by setting up the plates. top cabinet.” you break the awkward silence and keigo obliges, he reaches the cabinet to take out the available plates and put them nicely around the table. 

“you made it yourself?” he tries to make a conversation as he glances at you working on the cake. 

“yeah.” you simply reply without taking your eyes off from your work. 

“it’s nice. chocolate?”

“obviously.”

keigo sighs from the underwhelming response, “i know you don’t want me here but –”

“no shit.” you almost slam the table but quickly recompose yourself by taking a deep breath. for the sake of your son, you know you shouldn’t get into an argument right now, at least not today. 

“look, i’ll leave as soon as this is over if that’s what you want.”

you glare at him, “it’s more than what i want right now,” then it’s your turn to sigh. “but i doubt that’s what kyō would want.” 

keigo already knows his name from the letter but his lips etch into a warm smile at the sound of the name you’ve given to the-- his child and a small part of him wishes that he was there in the process of choosing a name for the boy together with you. 

“okay, just for tonight. we’ll pretend like we’re a happy family.” you stand up from the stool after putting the last candle and set the cake in the middle of the table. 

“...and what if we don’t have to?” he blurts out after a brief and quiet moment, immediately catching your attention. he notices the puzzled look on your face and continues, “what if we really start being a happy family from now and onwards?”

you blink once, twice. for a second, you feel a heavy pang in your chest as your brain processes the words that just came out from his mouth. it’s like déjà vu, only this time keigo has certainty in his voice.

the room falls dead silent again as you stare at each other. you’re finding words and about to open your mouth to say something but kyō suddenly interrupts from the corner of the kitchen and both of your attentions quickly turn to him.

“mommy..? i’m hungry.” 

“oh, sweetheart. you’re just in time!” you walk up to kyō to carry him in your arms before bringing him to the dining table. his eyes sparkle at the variety of food spread across the table and his wings flutter in excitement. 

“can you help light up the candles? the lighter is in the drawer.” you usher to keigo as you show your son his favorite food you made earlier while keigo quickly rummages through the drawer. he lights up each candle as you put down kyō on one of the chairs before he stands on his knees to reach close enough to blow the candles. the both of you excitedly sing happy birthday and clap your hands as he blows off the candles after a brief moment for a wish. 

“what did you wish for?” keigo asks, affectionately patting kyō on the head.

“i wish to be a hero like daddy!” he exclaims, arms and wings spread in enthusiasm. a bittersweet feeling engulfs him-- a part of him is disappointed and ashamed of himself while another part of him is elated and relieved that he’s still looked up upon by his own child. in the corner of his heart, keigo thinks he doesn’t deserve it. kyō is a splitting image of himself (minus the color of his eyes that he takes after you) and it easily brings back visions of him from the past. he wanted to be a hero too, but his father wasn’t someone he could look up to. hence, making endeavor the only man he idolized. 

he realizes he is lucky enough to be the person his son looks up to. he knows that this was what his own younger self would want. a father he can be proud of, a hero at that. keigo wants to make it right with whatever it’ll take.

the night proceeds smoothly, all three of you have fun together like any normal family would and bonding over lost times. keigo is thoughtful (though his choice seems a little bit conceited) enough to give kyō a present; an action figure of himself. unknowingly, the walls that you built around you by the time keigo arrived earlier slowly crumbles and you grow less wary around him as time ticks by. when it’s bedtime for the boy, keigo insists on putting him to bed so he can spend more time with him which you gladly consented to so you can also continue cleaning up the kitchen.

a set of footsteps coming down the stairs can be heard as you’re seated on one of the stools while sipping tea. 

“want some tea?” you offer without turning around to look at the male.

“sure.” he says as he walks up to you. 

you can feel his tall and lean build ghosting you from the back as you pour a cup for him but his hands suddenly reach your shoulders and give them light squeezes. 

“what are you doing?” you ask quizzically, glancing at the hand on your shoulder.

“giving you a massage.” he smiles innocently as he continues pressing on the knot in your stiff shoulders, making you sigh in reflex.

“trying to get on my good side?” you say in a mocking tone.

“hmm, just showing my appreciation to you.” his hands move lower to your spine, your back arches a little as he presses down your aching muscles. 

“you’re five years too late, keigo.” you sneer but welcome his service as you close your eyes and hum in content. it’s not that bad, you assure yourself in your head. 

keigo diligently continues to massage your back as the kitchen now fills with your quiet sighs and whimpers whenever he rubs on the sore spot. without you realizing, he slyly pulls the collar of your baggy shirt down and plants soft kisses on your bare shoulder.

“k-keigo?” you immediately open your eyes and flinch at the sudden touch.

he remains quiet while his hands work up and down your arms gently and his lips move further up to your earlobe, sending tingling sensations down to your core and you can already feel your nipples harden underneath your shirt. 

“relax.” his hot breath fans over your ear as he whispers. your cheeks are already burning red and you’re out of sarcastic remarks as you can only find yourself to indulge into his touches. 

you gasp in surprise when keigo’s hands sneakily move under your shirt and quickly unsnaps your bra. he massages your breasts and kneads them gently before teasing your erect nipple between his fingers. your hands firmly clenches the edge of the island to hold yourself as he nips on the crook of your neck, just gently to carefully not leave a mark. 

“you want more, babybird?” he coos as he realizes that your thighs are pressing against each other. as much as you hate to admit it, the nostalgic pet name tugs on your heartstrings and you find yourself melting after hearing it after years again. 

feeling embarrassed, you quietly nod your head. 

“i can’t hear you.” a teasing tone lingers in his voice. he knows what he’s doing and you hate him for it.

“more, keigo...” you whine. it sounds so innocent and adorable but it absolutely makes his cock twitch. noticing that you’ve been avoiding looking at him the whole time, he uses one of his hands to make you look at him and grins when he catches the red tint spread across your face before he presses his lips onto yours. 

the traces of your ego make you hesitate at first but you’re quick to lose it as he deepens it, as if to send you a silent message of how much he misses you while his tongue intertwines with yours. 

one of his hands remains to massage your mound while the other travels down south to easily part your legs and cups your heated sex. keigo rubs the clit against the fabric of your pants, eliciting breathy moans from your lips between kisses. you pull away and lean back to his body as he slides his hand under your pants, feeling the wet patch that is already staining your underwear. 

“already wet from all of that?” he says playfully, taking out his hand to look at the damp juices as he rubs it between his fingers. 

“says the man that was grinding his cock on my back.” you roll your eyes halfheartedly, missing the faint blush that becomes apparent on his cheeks.

keigo then reaches for the cups in front of you and pushes them aside before lifting you up on the kitchen island, making you turn towards him. he swiftly pulls down your pants along with your underwear, your cunt bare and glistening under the lights for him to see.

his golden irises lock with yours as he kicks the stool to the side and crouches down to spread your thighs apart. he starts to lap off your juices, tongue alternating between your throbbing clit and hole. your elbows help to prop you up as your head hangs back and your eyes close in pure bliss. 

keigo smacks and clenches your thighs to draw your attention to him, “baby, look at me.”

you submissively lift your head to look at him, eyes locking with each other again as he watches you squirm on the tongue flicking your clit and eats you out like a starved man having his first meal after a long day. 

you grab a lock of his blonde hair in one hand, pushing him closer as your legs tremble around his head, feeling the bubbling sensation of your orgasm building up. 

“mmh – gonna cum!” you cry out in ecstasy, instantly forgetting the people next door and your son that’s sound asleep on the upper floor as you chase after your high.

keigo smoothly slides two fingers inside your pussy and your hips begin to grind desperately onto them. he knows you’re close when he feels the walls clenching around him and with another suck on the clit, he quickly gets to tip you over the edge. 

“so good for me.” he coos as he pulls away, licking his fingers clean before carrying your panting body in his arms and walks over to sprawl your body on the couch. he hovers on top of you and kisses you again while his hands work on unzipping and taking off his lower garments to free his throbbing cock. 

he smears the precum by pumping his cock as he watches you down, adoring the look of absolute bliss on your face and half lidded eyes that he longed for over the years. 

“my songbird,” he purrs as he leans down to you and lines his cock with your wet cunt, “you’re so beautiful.”

if you’re already red, the endearing pet name makes you even redder. your gaze avoids his to hide your embarrassment but he only draws it back gently by your chin with his thumb and finger. 

“don’t you miss me?” his brows furrowed as he searches your face. you can only stare back into his eyes – bright irises filled with nothing but genuine curiosity and desolation. 

your lips pull into a thin line as you ponder for a moment, promptly unable to vocalize like earlier. it’s as if you let even one word escape your mouth, it would make you burst into tears instead. of course you missed him. your mind often wondered if he even thought of you at least once. even when you did make peace with the past, you still couldn’t bring yourself to be the one to make the first step. ego is an ugly thing and you were certain that keigo should be the one to look for you even if it was hard for him since you just disappeared out of his life.

noticing the reluctance to give him an answer, he shushes you. “it’s okay.” he kisses you sweetly on your nose. “but let me show how much i’ve missed you.”

he trails open mouthed kisses down your jaw, neck and collarbone as your hands run through his hair and down to his back. a soft whine manages to escape from your mouth when he nibbles on the soft flesh of your neck, instantly marking it red this time. 

his mouth then latches onto your nipple through your shirt, making you squirm beneath him. your hands clenches to the fabric of his shirt when you feel his fingers teasingly dancing between your wet folds and his thumb ghosting over your clit. 

keigo gives you a kiss on the lips again before pulling away, the cushion dips as he props himself on the knees, rubbing his hard cock against your wet slits and smearing it with your juices.

a low hiss slips from his lips as he slowly prods in the tip of his cock and your expression twists into discomfort as you feel him stretch you out more – a familiar mixture of pain and pleasure that you haven’t felt for a while.

keigo waits for you to adjust and as soon as you give him the greenlight, he continues to completely balls deep inside you. 

“babybird, you feel so good.” he grunts as he bucks his hips and slowly starts to move. 

you bite your lower lip hard, enough to draw blood as you try to stifle your moans. keigo leans down to kiss you while your arms find themselves wrapping around his neck. he thrusts harder and faster and your whimpers and whines finally find themselves shamelessly slipping past from your mouth.

“fucking– hah– perfect.” he pants as he pulls away to look at your flustered face, eyes half closed and mouth agape with pleasure. 

you quickly bury your face on the crook of his neck and hold onto him tighter while your legs wrap securely around his waist. keigo moves his thumb on your clit, pressing down and rubbing circles all to entice nothing but tightening the coil down in your core more. 

“keigo, keigo –” you cry as your nails dig the fabric on his back and your toes curl to the intense sensation.

“baby wants to cum?” he growls as he feels your walls clamping around his cock, making him buck his hips even wilder. 

“yesyesyes – oh god, keigo!” your mind turns putty and unable to form any more coherent words, making only his name being the only thing you remember as your eyes close shut while you’re nearing your high. 

“that’s it – baby. cum on my cock.” he encourages and you do just that. your pussy flutters as you finally reach your orgasm but his sporadic thrusts doesn’t stop until it starts to falter and his wings tremble.

“fuck. i’m gonna fill you up.” he grits through his teeth and his cock twitches before his wings spread wider as he releases his warm cum inside you. 

the both of your bodies stay against each other, chests heaving for air before he briefly pulls out his cock and lays on top of your chest. 

“yes.” your voice suddenly croaks, breaking the almost silent air in the room if not for the sound of yours and his breathing.

keigo lifts up his head to look at you confusingly before a lopsided smile curls on his lips when he hears you utter the next few words.

“yes. i missed you and i don’t want to pretend anymore.” you suddenly feel overwhelmed and tears start to well in your eyes. a flash of panic crosses his face and he pulls you closer into his embrace, hoping to calm you down as you sniffle on his chest. 

“shh, baby. i’m sorry. i know it’s too late and i was so fucking stupid but i’ll – ”

“i want to live as a happy family with you, keigo.” you cut him off, sobbing through his shirt. he pulls away at once to look at you, unable to believe what he just heard through the choking sob but it still makes even him want to cry. 

“babybird, i – ” he’s completely tongue-tied. at this point he can only manage to lean down to be close to you again. he peppers kisses all over your face, saying how thankful and happy he is.

“i love you, my little bird. i won’t fuck up this time, i promise.” he whispers, finally regaining his composure.

that night, keigo could barely sleep a wink. so many thoughts are running through his head. he glances at you sleeping peacefully next to him on the bed and he already pictures how it is to be waking up to see your face every morning. he also hopes that kyō doesn’t know how to fly yet so he could teach him how to use his wings. oh, he’ll also get to find an excuse to buy more buckets of chickens once you three will start living together. 

he can already imagine how the headlines will be bombarded about him having a family and he sighs at the thought, but he hopes that his publicist is ready for a hell lot of work.

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[whisperlullaby]

I licked it, it’s mine

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Words: 1756

Warnings: SMUT (18+ONLY), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (please use a condom), alcohol use.

Summary: You and Sam have a secret relationship. After taking Bucky out for his birthday you get jealous when someone flirts with Sam.

A/N: This is a special piece for my friend @syntheticavenger based on an idea graciously provided by @buckyownsmylife. And a very very special thanks to @river-soul for beta reading this for me.

Tags: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @mashep23 @djeniiscorner @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @sweeterthanthis​ @saiyanprincessswanie​

You and Sam had been seeing each other in secret for a few months and tried to keep it that way to maintain the professional relationship you both had with the team. It had been hard because the more of Sam you had, the more you wanted to shout your love for him from the rooftops. But it had to be like this, for now. You both agreed early on that it was for the best, even if this secret was slowly driving you crazy.

You were out celebrating Bucky’s birthday at a local bar much to his chagrin. You and Sam had insisted that this was a milestone worth celebrating and after hours of prodding, Bucky finally relented, though it didn’t stop his complaining.

“Guys you know I don’t like parties,” Bucky grumbled.

“Yeah but it’s not every day you turn 104 while looking like you’re in your 30’s,” Sam smirked. “Definitely a cause for celebration.”

As Sam clapped Bucky on the shoulder you announced you were going to go to the bar for a refill. After you slammed back your shot and ordered another cocktail, you turned your attention back to the pool table you just came from. You saw red when you watched a woman in a low cut shirt and way too short shorts literally rub herself against Sam. She looked like she was basically dry humping him while he made sure to keep his hands visible, scanning the bar for you no doubt. Bucky was bent over the pool table rolling his eyes and lining up his shot. He might have been right about not coming out tonight. You took a few deep breaths to regain your composure and made your way back over to the group.

“Who do we have here?” You cocked an eyebrow at the new addition.

The woman pressed herself flush against Sam at your arrival. He looked at her skeptically and shifted back, but she followed.

“This is Melissa,” Sam stated warily.

“Melinda actually,” she corrected, sliding her hands up and down Sam’s chest. “But you can call me whatever you want.”

She winked at Sam and he looked at you with wide eyes, pleading for your help. You bit your lip and stopped yourself from grabbing her hair and dragging her out of the bar. You shook the thought out of your head and addressed Melinda.

“Well, Michelle I think you’re making Sam here uncomfortable and maybe you should go back to your friends,” you said, voice laced with venom.

Melinda placed her hands on her hips and walked up to you. “I didn’t say you could call me whatever you wanted. Besides, I don’t think you have a claim to Sam. He’s a big boy, he can make his own choices,” Melinda said in an overly sultry voice.

“Melinda. Honey. If I licked it, it’s mine.” You were nose to nose with her begging her to say something else.

At the sound of Bucky choking on his drink, Melinda scoffed and sauntered away. You turned towards Sam and watched his lips slowly curl into a smile.

“I’m sorry, doll. Did you just say you licked Sam?” Bucky sputtered.

You shrugged. “I guess I did.”

Sam let out a laugh and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. When your back met his chest, he bent down and pressed soft kisses into your neck causing you to giggle.

“Sugar, I don’t think you know how happy I am that you said something. I was at a loss. She just came up and started rubbing on me. I hated it.” Sam sounded relieved.

“I thought you wanted to keep us secret? We agreed,” you reminded him.

“At first I thought it would be for the best, you know, don’t mix business with pleasure,” he pinched your ass. “After a while though, I just wanted to show you off. You’re my girl. I want you to feel special.”

You spun around and pulled him into a kiss. His hands moved over your hips languidly. When you pulled away you were greeted with warm brown eyes and the sound of Bucky coughing.

“Okay well, I’m ready to go home. I don’t want to see you guys suck face all night.” Bucky set down the pool cue and put on his jacket. “I’ll be in the car.”

The drive to drop Bucky off was full of questions. How long? Who made the first move? Why would you pick birdbrain? That one made you laugh, but Sam slammed on the brakes a little harder than necessary, causing Bucky to hit the window. After dropping Bucky off at his house with the promise to send him a cake to make up for the bust of a birthday party, you and Sam headed back to your apartment.

Once you opened the door you pulled Sam into the living room as he kicked the door shut. You pushed him on the couch and he gave you a cheeky grin.

“If I knew all it would take for you to make our relationship public was another woman in a low cut top I would have tried setting something up months ago,” Sam joked.

You pulled your shirt over your head and threw it at him. Exposing your lacy black bra, you saw Sam’s eyes grow lustful.

“All you had to do was ask me. I would have told you months ago,” you threw back.

“You’re right. I’ll do my best to communicate more about what I want,” Sam smirked, his voice low and sultry.

Your grin slowly grew. “Yeah? And what do you want now?”

Sam reached out and pulled you down to him. “Right now I want to make you feel so good, sugar. Get you all fucked out from my mouth and then make you scream with my cock.”

You whimpered as he pushed you back onto the couch. He slowly pulled your pants and underwear down your body, leaving you bare. Once your clothes hit the floor, Sam pulled his shirt over his head and set himself between your legs. He kissed and nipped at your thighs and each time you felt his lips on your skin your cunt clenched. When he finally reached your core he flicked your clit with his tongue, the sensation caused you to jolt in pleasure.

“Easy sugar, we’re just getting started.” He licked a stripe from your core to your clit. “Do you know why I call you sugar?”

You answered, your chest heaving. “N-no.”

Sam chuckled, sending vibrations straight to your core. “Because you’re so damn sweet.”

You mewled as he added two fingers into your wet cunt, curling them into your spongy spot and making your walls flutter. He worked you over like he was reminding you how much he cherished you. Sam was all confidence and bravado. Always the first person to have a witty retort or a sarcastic comment, but when he was alone with you, he spent less time talking and more time showing you how much you captivated him. He would spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

Sam’s tongue rolled over your clit building the electricity in your core. His fingers hit your sweet spot with precision and soon your orgasm washed over you. Sam didn’t let up until you were writhing beneath him mewling in pleasure.

“Sam,” you moaned. “I need you, please.”

“I’m here sugar.” Sam kneeled and undid the button of his pants, pulling them down and freeing his cock.

You licked your lips when you saw the bead of precum drip down his length. You reached out and pulled him towards you. His forearms caged your head as he slotted himself between your legs. You grabbed his hard length and pumped it a few times causing him to moan. He leaned in and captured your lips in a passionate kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist, waiting for him to take you. Positioned it at your entrance, Sam slowly pushed in reveling in the feel of your soft warm walls.

Once he was fully seated, he stilled for a moment. He brought his lips to your neck and kissed and nipped at the skin as you rocked slightly against him, trying to get him to move. Sam chuckled into your neck and started moving languidly. You were a moaning mess, mewling each time he pushed back into you.

“Sam faster, please.” You scraped your nails lightly down his back and he let out a deep growl.

“Anything you want baby,” Sam grunted.

His pace picked up and you had to work to meet his thrusts. He pulled out briefly to flip you onto your stomach over the arm of the couch before he snapped back into you. He was hitting you deeper than before and soon you felt that coil tighten in your stomach. Your orgasm was building higher with every slide into you and you clenched around Sam.

“I’m coming, don’t stop,” you whined.

Sam reached down to press circles onto your clit as your orgasm crashed through you. He fucked you through your high as he chased his own release. A few more stuttered thrusts and he spilled into you. He pressed gentle kisses into your back as you both came down from your bliss. When he pulled out you felt his spend drip down your thighs. Sam got up and went to the bathroom bringing back a wet washcloth. He cleaned you up as you caught your breath pressing kisses all over your stomach as he did.

“You know you didn’t have to get jealous back there. I am so in love with you there is no one who could even try taking your place. No matter how low cut their shirt was,” Sam teased.

You sat up and swatted at his chest. He pulled you into him and kissed the crown on your head.

You sighed. “I know but I didn’t like being in that position. No one knew we were together and I didn’t want you to humor her to keep up the facade.”

Sam squeezed you. “If you didn’t say anything I would have grabbed you and kissed you myself to prove the point. Consequences be damned.”

You laughed and placed a kiss on his chest.

“You know, I didn’t get to lick you,” you mischievously said. “And if you think I taste sweet then you’re an indulgence.”

Sam captured your mouth in a slow kiss before pulling away.

“Well, sugar we have all night.”

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[johnkrrasinski]

𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

Chapter 4: hell was the journey but it brought me heaven (final)

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Pairings: bucky barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,943

Summary: blessed with telepathic abilities since birth, you were captured by HYDRA and turned into one of their weapons to kill. after the blip, you were pardoned by the government and you were obliged to check up with dr. raynor everyday which you had no clue would lead you to the one soul you’d been waiting for.

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+) dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, shower sex, happy ending.

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @ohmickeyhenry who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for trusting me with your story. i sincerely hope you like it.

You sat on the front porch as your fingers flipped through the page of the romance novel you had your nose in. It was a beautiful day, the weather wasn’t too hot or too cold, perfect to spend hours escaping into a story outside. Alpine purred on the chair where Bucky would sit if he was here but he wasn’t because he was on an overseas mission with Sam and though you offered to come with him, Tony said that it would be best if you sat this one out. You didn’t take it personally, however, it was hard to be separated from him for nearly a month.

Bucky said he’d be coming home soon and though the mission kept delaying them to come home, Bucky called and texted you every day to let you know that he was alright and how far on completing the mission had they gone. You were glad that Sam and Bucky had each other while you weren’t around to take care of him because you knew that Sam was the only person who could ground him other than you.

You and Bucky had been together for nearly five months now, after your recovery in Wakanda and adjusting to the new life of being superheroes, you both decided that you wanted to settle in a more remote place. All of the Avengers had their own places outside of the compound so you thought, why don’t you get yours? You talked about getting your own place in Brooklyn but eventually, you came to a decision where somewhere in the country would be better for both of your mental beings, while also still residing in the New York area so that you’d be ready in case there are emergency missions.

Since moving to the countryside, you had felt much more at peace and you had learned more about yourself than before. You were in the middle of the process of moving in when Bucky was needed by Tony to take care of an international matter with Sam, so Tony helped call in some people to help you with your stuff.

The place you had with Bucky was lovely, it wasn’t anything big or swanky, it was simply a rural rustic home that blends woods and stones as the foundation. It had a large loft where you placed your bed, and the roof had upper windows which shed lights into the entire room. It was even more stunning at night where you could see the stars and the moon that illuminated the dark space. From the veranda, you could enjoy the beautiful view of greenery and the lake surrounding you. It was heaven, but most importantly, it was your and Bucky’s little heaven.

You’d often feel lonely living in the cabin, so you decided to adopt a cat while Bucky was away. You didn’t tell him because you wanted it to be a surprise. You named her Alpine. You’d always wanted to have a pet and now that you had your own place, you could have one without worrying it would bother anyone.

You talked to Bucky this morning and he estimated that he’d be coming home in two days, which means he’d be home by his birthday. You couldn’t think of a more perfect gift than this adorable, blue-eyed cat. It was as if she got them from her dad whom she had yet to meet. You also wanted to make his birthday and celebrate his coming home more special so you put down the book and went to the grocery store in town that afternoon to shop for the ingredients to bake a cake.

You had learned a lot of new things after you moved here, and baking was quickly becoming your hobby, so you were excited to utilize that new skill to surprise the love of your life. You spent the next day in the kitchen so once Bucky walked through the front door, the cake would be ready to be served. You were giddy thinking about the look on his face and how proud you would feel to make him happy with something you made of your own.

You were lying on your couch with Alpine by your feet, reading the book that you didn’t get to finish yesterday when you heard your phone notifying you a text had been received.

I’m outside, babydoll.

You instantly got up from your couch and put your book on the table. Your first thought this morning was Bucky would back to your arms this afternoon and you were ecstatic. You had missed him terribly and you wanted to curl up in his embrace and never let him go. He was your anchor and you were his rock, you both needed each other to get through the days. How you managed to survive so long without him was beyond you.

You chose a nice outfit, nothing fancy just a simple sundress that you feel your best in, put on some makeup and did your hair. Though you didn’t have a clue on makeup products, let alone apply them all over your face, you did spend a handful of times watching Youtube for guidance. You knew you didn't have to put all that effort to keep Bucky in love with you but you wanted to do something nice for him. For the first time in forever, you were a free woman who was allowed to make her own choices, you were going to revel in exploring them.

You opened the door and there he was, as handsome as the devil, as gentle as an angel. Everything about him captivated you yet, he soothed every nervous system in your body too. He was grinning at you like he had just won a prize and you couldn’t help but throw yourself at him as soon as the door was fully opened. “Bucky!”

He hugged you back, holding you so tightly to his chest and he kissed you as a lover would until you needed air. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he swept the hair that was falling on your face, slightly hiding your beauty.

You smiled at his flattery, “I got a surprise for you…”

“A surprise?” He looked genuinely perplexed. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s your birthday, silly. And to celebrate you coming home, of course, because I missed you so badly.”

“Sweetheart, you don't need to get me anything, you’re all the blessing I need in my life.”

“And you are mine, but you deserve more. So, close your eyes.” You ordered him like you were an excited 10 years old ready to show off her science project to her parents. He did as he was told and you took his hand and led him to the kitchen where his cake was sitting perfectly. “Don’t open your eyes until I tell you!”

He chuckled, “okay.”

Bucky trusted you wholeheartedly so he didn’t worry he’d walk into a wall or slam his hips to the kitchen counter as he was being led down to where his cake was. “Okay, now open your eyes.” He did so and he saw you standing behind the tiny dining table, near the kitchen chanting Ta-Da! Presenting a chocolate birthday cake, in the shape of a heart in front of you.

You lit up the candles that were in the shape of 106 and you brought the cake closer to him, “happy birthday, my love.”

Bucky was grinning from ear to ear, he couldn’t contain the happiness swelling in his heart. While he was on his bike, driving from the compound to his cabin-like home, all he expected was a warm shower and being tangled between the sheets with you. Since he was turned into The Winter Soldier, he no longer cared about birthdays or his age. Time felt blurry and all that mattered was his purpose in his life which is to make amends to the wrongs he committed during his winter soldier days and the few people that he cared about.

But now you were in his life, you were going to make sure his birthdays are special and that every second you both spent together was precious. “I got another surprise for you…” You walked to the couch to carry Alpine and when Bucky saw her, his eyes lit up.

“You got us a cat?!” You handed her to Bucky gently like a newborn baby and Bucky cradled her to his chest, looking like an affectionate father.

“I did. I felt lonely while you were away so I thought I’d get a pet now that we’ve got our own place and I saw her at the shelter when I went to town and she looked so adorable, I just had to take her home, Buck,” you watched Bucky lovingly stroke the cat’s ear.

“I never had a pet before…”

“I know, and neither had I so I thought, the three of us would make a wonderful family.”

“Thank you, doll. This is… This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for.”

“You’re welcome, love. By the way, her name’s Alpine.”

Bucky nodded, “suits her.”

“Now, as delicious as that cake looks, I really need to take a shower, would you mind joining me?” Bucky held out his hand for you.

“There’s nothing else I’d rather do,” Bucky took your hand and carried you in bridal style to your bathroom, which had rustic walls like the rest of the house and dark brown sink vanity with a mirror at the centre above.

Bucky put you down and you both began stripping out of your clothes. You helped Bucky with his once yours were on the hanger because you wanted to feel him, really feel him now. Once only his boxer remained, you slid the shower glass door and you pulled him, giggling like teenagers trying to sneak out in the middle of the night as he struggled to take off his boxer with the way you were pulling him.

You turned on the shower, just warm enough to soothe your nerves and help Bucky relax. Bucky cupped your face and you both began making out, the stream of water made it difficult to keep your eyes open but you always got so lost in his kisses that you could never keep your eyes open even if you wanted to. It felt like heaven to feel those lips again after a month of his absence.

Bucky lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He slammed you to the bathroom glass as he dominated your mouth, his tongue tangled with yours as his vibranium arm leaned against the glass. Bucky trailed kissed to the column of your neck and you threw your head back, giving him easier access. He bit the skin, marking you as his.

The water kept flowing down and you both forgot what you were there for in the first place. “Oh, missed you so fucking much, doll.”

“I missed you too,” you said as you panted.

“Those nude pictures you sent weren’t helping either. Each time I see you naked, it went straight to my cock. It was torture not to have you right away.” Bucky put you down and kissed your body, down to your stomach until he reached the part where you needed him most. Bucky lifted your right leg onto his shoulder and kissed the inside of your thigh as he left a love bite with his teeth there too.

You didn’t mind, you were his as much as he was yours and you loved it when he got a little rough or possessive, though you knew Bucky would never hurt you and if he did, you wouldn’t hesitate in telling him. But you loved to walk around with his marks on you, you wore them proudly.

Bucky dipped his head to your core, tasting your arousal like a famished man. He had been deprived of your taste for a month, he wasn’t going to hold back. He could spend hours in between your legs if you let him and he’d never get tired of it. Bucky licked a stripe of your slit, making you throw your head back again and moan.

He grabbed your arse to keep you standing, with the way he was devouring you, your thighs began to shake, and you would’ve crumbled to the floor if he wasn’t holding you. You tugged his hair, keeping his face close to your cunt. You couldn’t help but grind yourself onto his face and you could feel him smirking.

The way his stubble grazed your delicate skin was tantalizing, you’d tried to close your legs a few times around his head but he always held them back. You could feel your muscles tightening, but before you could burst, Bucky put your leg to the floor and he stood up, kissing you again and you could taste your arousal all over his tongue. It was erotic yet intimate at the same time.

Bucky grabbed your hips and spun you around, you could feel his stiff member nudging you from behind as you both fought for dominance with your tongues. Bucky took a fistful of your hair and lifted your head back, once again trailing open-mouthed kisses to your throat. His fingers made their way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles furiously as if you weren’t soaked enough already from the way his tongue ingurgitated you.

You whimpered at his touch, the way he always knew how to light up every cell in your body with his touch was a wonder. It was as if your body had given itself completely to him and it was going to comply with whatever his touch tells you to do. Like the way you willingly bared your soul to him, you didn’t fight it at all, let the love and passion you had for each other consume you.

“You’re dripping all over my hand, doll.”

“I need you to fuck me now, please.” You were losing your mind with the way he was stimulating you, you needed to have him inside you now.

“Anything for you, baby.”

Bucky used your wetness to lubricate his member, making it easier for him to slide in. You leaned against the glass with your hands against it as he gripped your hip with his flesh hand and your shoulder with his vibranium one. Bucky pushed himself until he was fully sheathed and he groaned, “oh fuck, I ain’t gonna last long. Missed this tight cunt so much.”

Bucky gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size, and once you told him to move, he began with slow paces. You threw your head back and leaned against his shoulder as he kept thrusting in and out of you at a faster speed. Bucky moved his vibranium arm to your hip and wrapped his flesh hand around your jaw, directing it to his face so he could kiss you deeply.

The sounds of your skin slapping were salacious. Bucky felt you clenched around him and the coil in your stomach tightened. His fingers that were gripping your waist once again furiously rubbed your clit, igniting the fire in your muscles. Your cries grew louder as his rhythm began to falter, and the dam in you broke, your squirts streamed down your thighs, clouding your brain with pleasure.

Bucky started to get messy as he chased his own orgasm. He followed you to the place of euphoria, releasing himself deep inside you, panting your walls with hot white gush. Bucky leaned his forehead against the glass as he breathed heavily with his heart thumping against his chest. His weight on your back was comforting so you stayed there for a while until you both began to come down from your highs.

Bucky pulled out of you and his orgasm ran down your thighs, following yours. You turned around to face him and kiss him again. “That was fucking amazing,” Bucky said as he cleaned you up.

“I should be the one doing that, I wasn’t the one who just came home from a one month mission,” you retorted as you watched him going down to scrub your thighs where your juices were sticking on your skin.

“Well, now that I’m here, let me take care of my girl, will ya?”

You only chuckled and eventually, you both helped rinsed each other off. Once the shower was done, Bucky dried you with a towel and carried you to your bed, which he had yet to sleep on since it got here.

Life was a funny thing. Sometimes it dragged you down to hell, making you question if you had ever committed such a heinous crime in your previous life that cost you such misery in your present. But then, slowly but surely, the journey that you had to endure, led you to your fate, for better or for worse.

You couldn’t change where you had been and what you had done, but you could choose how you were going to redeem yourself and how you were going to spend the remaining years of your life now. You didn’t know much about your future as an Avenger. Hell, you were barely an Avenger, to begin with, but eventually, when you were ready, you knew there’d be nothing too big to overcome because you had Bucky by your side to walk through the storm with.

You didn’t have the privilege to believe in mystical things such as lucky stars but you were going to thank whatever was out there for the invisible string that tied you to Bucky.

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[maybege]

Birthday Party Adventures

Summary: With his daughter’s birthday party approaching, Paz has many plans to make it all go right. What he didn’t expect was for Emily to invite her teacher and his crush – you.

Pairing: single dad!Paz Vizsla x fem!teacher!Reader

Wordcount: 4.0k | Rating: T

Warnings: Modern AU, fluffy fluff

Oh I feel like it has been ages since I initially wrote this (back in September actually!) but I love it just as much as on the first day and I hope that you will enjoy it too! This is dedicated to my Paz Gang @aerynwrites @datmando @hdlynnslibrary @princessbatears and @stubbychaos who came up with this wonderful AU idea. ❤

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Paz was overwhelmed.

Paz was truly and utterly overwhelmed.

“Can I go and get my cereal?” Emily asked next to him, clearly bored with her father’s antics, “You will take ages to choose, Uncle Din was right.”

“All right, go ahead,” he mumbled, choosing to ignore the fact that Din had – once again – infiltrated his daughter’s thoughts with horrible lies. He did not take ages. Anybody would take as long as he was taking when the choices were so … vast.

Cake mix after cake mix was displayed in the aisle and how would he know which one he should get?

Emily’s birthday was this weekend – Saturday to be exact and he had promised her a cake. He always promised her a cake. And he always failed.

But not this time.

This time, he had listened to his best friend and would settle on a cake mix although he still felt like he was cutting corners. But at least it would not be store-bought. And, as Fennec had suggested, he could still buy some decorations to make the cake special.

Because that’s what Emily deserved – a special cake, made with love.

So, while his daughter was probably trying to find the sweetest cereal there was available, he tried to settle on a cake.

Deep down, Paz knew that Emily was probably eating way too much sugar. But to be honest, there were so many battles he could fight at once and he was more prepared to fight some judgmental soccer moms than the will of his own daughter.

Holding two cake mixes in his hands – birthday confetti and chocolate – Paz whipped around as he heard an all too familiar voice greet him. “Mr Vizsla, it is so nice to see you.”

There you were.

The woman of his dreams.

Emily’s teacher.

Stars, he knew he was probably acting absolutely ridiculous around you. No matter what kind of school event there was, as one of Emily’s main teachers you were always around he was never able to take his eyes off you.

Not only were you pretty and smart but you were kind. You kept all the kids in check with a calmness that he admired you for and he could see how you valued each and every student in your class. And now you were here, wrapped in an oversized cardigan and clutching a shopping basket in your hands.

But you beamed at him and he was sure he’d never seen anything prettier.

Forgotten were the cake mixes in his hands as he lowered them to the sides of his body. “Hi, um, Miss –“

“Emily was mentioning you were having trouble choosing.”

“Em saw you?”

You chuckled, avoiding your eyes as if you were embarrassed, “I came over to say hello and she mentioned you needed help to choose a cake?”

Speak, for maker’s sake, speak! A voice in his head screamed at him but his brain was still processing the fact that (a) this was not a school event and (b) you were speaking to him, leading to (c) you were speaking to him in your own free time.

“Chocolate.”

“What?”

“I would go with chocolate,” you gestured to the box in his right hand, biting your lip and stars, he wanted to hold your hand and kiss your cheek and take walks through the park with you. Instead, here he was, making a fool of himself.

“I will trust your judgment, then,” he nodded, carefully putting the other box back on the shelf. When that was done, you kept standing there in front of him looking up at him expectantly. Why – why? – couldn’t he speak? It should not be this hard to open his mouth.

He just needed to say I think you are wonderful and I would like to get to know you more. Would you be interested in having dinner with me?

“Um, would you like to …”, his voice trailed off.

You did that lip-biting thing again and your whole face lit up and stars, maybe you wanted him to ask you. “Yes?”

“I was wondering if you would like to –“

“I know you said I wasn’t allowed the sweet ones but it’s my birthday soon,” Em announced loudly, dropping a box in the already full shopping cart and pouting at him, “Can I have it as an early present, pretty please?”

Mission: Ask Pretty Teacher Out For Dinner was immediately aborted and he swore he saw a look of disappointment flash across your face. At least that was something to give him hope.

“Dad always makes me a cake and he fails every year, it’s a tradition by now,” his daughter explained and he groaned inwardly, but then she had her thinking face on – the same she had as a toddler – and suddenly added, “You should bring one.”

“What?”

“Em, I don’t think your teacher has the time to …”

But Em, bless her soul, would not be deterred from her plan. By now he cursed the stubborn streak that ran through his family and had evidently taken root in his daughter as well.

“Dad always talks about how much he likes your raspberry chocolate crumble,” she shrugged, “And my classmates like it too.”

When would the ground open up and swallow him whole?

And the worst thing was: Em wasn’t even lying. She had her blunt honesty from him and the way he had gushed about that raspberry crumble had been unusual, especially for him. But it had also been unusually good. And the way you had smiled at him when he had taken a second serving had made his heart warm.

Now though, there were no words that could describe the embarrassment that flowed through him. He felt exposed in a way that he had not felt for a long time and being at anyone’s mercy – even if it was yours – was not something that he cherished.

“Well,” you started with a smile and looked at him, “If your dad won’t mind, I could certainly bring over a cake for your birthday party.”

“He won’t mind.”

“I won’t mind.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you smiled, genuinely smiled, at him. Paz’s breath caught in his throat. Stars, you were beautiful. Everything about you was just magnificent from the tips of your hair to your eyes, your nose, your lips, how you hugged your oversized cardigan closer to you.

“Great,” you nodded, “So … I will see you then?”

“My dad will text you the info,” Emily added, seemingly the only one who kept her cool at the situation.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Oh, but I don’t –“

“Dad, why don’t you give Miss Y/L/N your number?” Em brazenly suggested, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that he knew all too well, “For adult stuff.”

He could feel his ears burn, could hear himself sputtering out words about how he did not want to be inappropriate and how this should be your decision and not Emily’s. And stars, he didn’t want to make advances towards you.

Well, he did.

He did want to flirt with you, wanted to compliment you on your kind eyes and your shining smile. But not like this. Not if it made you uncomfortable. And certainly not in the blaring lights of the grocery store aisle.

But before he could say anything more, before he could dig his hole deeper, you had your phone in your hands and were looking at him expectantly. And then he stumbled through his phone number, you nodding all the while and typing the numbers into a new contact.

“Great,” you smiled, “So – I will see you then?”

“Yes,” he murmured dumbly, “I will see you then.”

*

5:33 pm: Hi! This is Y/N 😊 Just wanted to say I’m really looking forward to Emily’s party this Saturday. Is there anything I should bring next to the crumble?

5:59 pm: Sorry, it just occurred to me that you probably only know me by my last name. I’m Emily’s teacher.

6:12 pm: Hello, this is Paz. Emily’s dad. You do not need to bring anything other than the cake and yourself.

7:43 pm: I am looking forward to seeing you too.

*

Saturday rolled around quicker than he had anticipated.

He had spent the week trying to make sure everything would be ready for Emily’s party (and your arrival) and that the apartment would be in tip-top shape to be destroyed by a bunch of kids.

He had spent almost all of Friday night wrapping presents when Emily was fast asleep only to be woken up at sunrise by his very energetic daughter who wanted to have some tasty pancakes from their favourite café around the corner.

He loved mornings like this.

Where it was just Em and him and they could enjoy their peace and quiet. Seeing her grow up was bliss and torture at the same time. He loved her, he was so proud of her and seeing her grow slowly but surely into a confident young woman was everything he’d ever wished for. But at the same time, it felt like time was slipping through his fingers. He wanted to catch these precious moments in his hands and never let them go.

This moment of calm did not last for long though, only for breakfast and until they were back in the apartment, preparing excitedly for the party that was to come.

Baking a cake was a disaster just like Emily had said it would be.

Maybe she had been right in saying that it was a tradition now. Maybe he really would not be able to bake a cake for her.

But now it was not only the cake. In less than an hour, 10 kids would swarm the way too small city apartment and he would need to prepare some food and why had he decided against ordering pizza and what if something went wrong?

And you would show up too, sometime, and he had wanted to change into something more appropriate for actually having a teacher (aka crush) over and being dressed in his flour-covered flannel shirt was certainly not it.

The doorbell rang just as the bowl of cake mix fell to the tiled floor. “Kriffing shit” he cursed trying to jump out of the cloud of grains just as he heard the tell-tale footsteps of Emily running to the door. “I got it!”

“No, Em, wait -!”

But it was too late. He had just caught himself on the doorframe when you stepped into the hallway, looking around curiously. You fit in so well, he thought instinctively, you could live here too.

“I’m a bit too early, I hope you don’t –“ you halted in your words, tilting your head at his flour-covered appearance, “mind.”

“I – I am so sorry,” he started, trying to dust off but only making it worse, “I was a bit in a hurry and I –“

“It’s all right,” you replied quickly, lifting the box in your hands lamely, “I brought cake.”

“I will take that,” Em decided, taking the cake off your hands and transporting it to the dinner table in the living room. But not without showing him the huge grin on her face.

“I’m sorry for the mess, I just …” he threw up his hands in defeat, desperation clear in his voice, as you followed him into the chaotic kitchen.

“No worries, we will manage that just fine.”

The way you said we made his heart beat faster and he stepped aside to make space for you.

The apartment Emily and he lived in was actually a miracle to find in such a big city and he still thanked the stars for the day when the landlord had decided to let him, a single father and his tiny daughter, move in. But for all its perks – the layout, the view, the small balcony that fit a small bench – the apartment had one single flaw: The kitchen.

It was a tiny kitchen with the counters wrapping around all three walls and leaving only the space free where the doorway was. And it was narrow. He had always cursed it, especially with his size, and more than once had he accidentally hit his head on a cabinet door that his daughter had left open.

And where it was small for one full-grown adult, it was a tight fit for two. Which made it even worse. Or better. Depending on how one viewed things.

You bumped against him constantly, his hands brushing accidentally against yours, one time almost smashing into you but only hitting your foreheads together. And you only ever giggled or smiled shyly at him, never ever stepping away from the closeness and it made his heart flutter in his chest.

Maybe – maybe you wanted that too.

While he was mixing the dough together under your careful eyes, you had started to slice some apples that he had found in the pantry. He threw a few glances your way, catching you looking at him too before smiling at you.

Stars, he really was behaving like a lovesick puppy, wasn’t he?

“You are pretty good at this,” he commented, nodding towards the cake that you had brought with you. You spooned a bit of cinnamon into the apple mix, before spreading the dough in the baking form he had found somewhere in a cabinet.

“It’s a hobby,” you shrugged your shoulders, “I was never good with finding new connections when I moved and I found that making good food helps people to talk to you.”

“I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to talk to you,” he blurted out, feeling his ears grow hot, “I mean because – you don’t need baking to be nice and I – fuck, wait, shit no, I don’t mean fuck, I – “

You laughed, full-on giggles escaping you as he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. “I’m sorry, I imagined all of this differently.”

“How – how did you imagine it?” you asked quietly, stepping closer to him. Your eyes were so big now and you looked so hopeful and he could feel his heart skip a beat.

“Well, I wanted to look competent for once,” he stated, gesturing around the filled countertops, “And not forcing you to help me make up my mistakes.”

“You’re not forcing me to do anything,” you protested, biting your lip, “I – I like helping you and … spending time with you.”

“Dad, Alyssa is already on her way, are you sure want to cook? Is the cake even ready? I invited Isabelle and I don’t want her to think that I can’t –“

Apparently, he could not hide the misery on his face – when had he decided that it would be a good idea to not only bake a cake but cook for a hoard of hungry kids? – because you snorted next to him, clearly amused. Emily had crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking pleadingly up at him.

“Don’t worry, your father and I will make sure there will be enough cake to go around,” you reassured his daughter before looking at him, “Do you have a plan for dinner?”

“We could always order pizza,” Emily suggested, the hope in her eyes clear as she looked at him.

Stars, when would he ever be able to deny her anything?

“It’s true,” he chuckled, patting his daughter on her back, “We always end up with pizza anyway.”

So, while you and Em busied yourselves with putting the pie in the oven, he ordered pizza for everyone. (A few family-sized pizzas would be enough right?) And because he was feeling a little more confident, he also added a side of garlic bread and a bottle of wine to the order. Maybe you would like to stay if he could offer a glass of wine?

On his way back, he passed Emily on the way to the bathroom. “I will go get ready,” she announced loudly while also wildly gesturing towards the kitchen.

When he entered the small room, he could feel the heat of the oven already.

“It should be done soon if everything works as it should,” you announced and straightened up, “The kids definitely won’t starve.”

“I cannot thank you enough,” the relief in his voice was clear, “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Then it is a good thing we won’t have to know,” you teased him and the mirth in your eyes made him want to kiss you so badly. And there it was again. That silent tension between the two of you.

This would be a good moment, he thought to himself as he slowly lowered his face towards yours, Emily was occupied getting ready, the pie was in the oven, you were alone with him and he could hear your breath hitch in your throat.

Delicate fingers closed around his wrist, pulling him closer and he could feel your breath on his face and just a little bit more and then –

Ring!

He flinched away from you, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s probably Alyssa,” he whispered, avoiding your gaze.

Alyssa was dropped off by her mother. Her eyes fell to you, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, drying your hands on a towel and looking very much at home (he tried to ignore how warm that made him feel).

“Miss Y/L/N,” she greeted you, clearly caught off guard, “what a surprise to see you here, I didn’t know that Emily had invited you too.”

“Oh well you know …” you shrugged your shoulders and he could hear the wheels turning in your head, searching for a good excuse.

“My dad invited her,” Em announced smugly, her and Alyssa grinning from ear to ear.

The awkward silence between the adults would have been hilarious hadn’t he been a part of it. But what his brain decided to focus on the most was the fact that you had not denied it, you had simply smiled at Alyssa’s mom, made some small talk about the newest English project you had the kids working on, and remained standing next to him the whole time.

Paz was sure that his gazing at you was obvious to everyone present but he could not help himself.

One after another, the little guests trickled in, playing board games and eating your delicious cake in the living room. He helped Em set up the little karaoke game that she had gotten from Din last Christmas and excited cheers filled the room as they tried to look at the different song options.

Paz left them to their own devices, knowing that should anything go wrong, Em would come and get him.

But with the living room occupied, the only space left for him and you to be was the tiny kitchen.

“So … I, um, I helped you with the cake,” you started to shuffle, hands wringing in front of your belly, “I really don’t want to outstay my welcome and –“

“You could stay if you want,” he suggested, blood pumping in his veins, “I – I have ordered some wine and garlic bread if you’d like.”

And that’s how you ended up sitting next to him on the kitchen floor, your legs stretched out in front of you. He had to angle his legs a little, the space between the counters too small for him. But the closeness it provided to you was more than worth it. He fished two wine glasses from the shelf, handing them down to you before grabbing the bottle of wine.

There were no clean plates left so he spread the pizza carton out on both of your legs, the warmth of the food seeping into his thighs.

“To a successful birthday party,” you stated, carefully clinking your glass with his, “And to the very talented father who organized it all.”

“To the best baker out there,” he replied and the way you bit your lip made him smile.

He bit into the garlic bread heartily and his stomach grumbled satisfied.

“This is so good,” you moaned next to him, mouth still full and he grinned.

You ate in peaceful silence, munching on a few leftover slices of pizza that the kids had graciously left. With the warm glow from the kitchen lamps, he decided that birthday parties weren’t so bad when he had you there to enjoy it with.

When he looked at you, his gaze fell to a drop of red sauce that had found its place on the corner of your mouth. You tilted your head questioningly.

“You, uh,” he murmured, gesturing towards his face, “You got something there.”

When your hands missed it, his own rose up to your face. He swore he could hear your breath hitch as his thumb brushed over the tomato sauce, wiping it away.

But your face remained turned towards him, your lips slightly open and were you getting closer?

Was he reading the signs right? He didn’t even know. All he knew was he wanted to kiss you. Really. Truly. No matter how inappropriate it might be.

And with the karaoke in the background and a bunch of 10-year olds shrieking the lyrics to the newest chart, he bowed down his head and kissed you. Full on the mouth.

It was soft and gentle, both of you not moving an inch. But then his hand crept forward, gently framing your cheek and you gasped against him, your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer and stars you were returning the kiss.

You tasted of wine and cake and you were soft, so soft, he loved every second of it.

Slowly, he started to move his lips, brushing his tongue on your bottom lip, pulling your closer and suddenly you were straddling him, his hands on your hips pulling your closer and his back against the counter and the screeching of some Jojo Siwa song in the background.

When he slowly pulled away, your bottom lip falling from his teeth, your chest was heaving from his kisses, your lips were swollen, and he wanted to pull you to him again. A smile tugged at his lips.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” he asked breathlessly, eyes searching for any indication that he had crossed a line. But you were still clinging to him, your hands wandering down to grasp at his forearms.

This. This would be what he dreamed about now. The smile on your lips, how your eyes shone in the low kitchen lights, how you kept touching him.

“I’d really like that,” you nodded, the small smile on your lips growing bigger by the seconds.

“Really?” he asked, his nose nudging against yours, “That’s – that’s great, how about tomorrow? We could go for a walk in the park?”

“A walk in the park sounds great,” you whispered against his lips and he dipped his head to kiss you again, just as slowly.

“Good,” he murmured.

“Good,” you repeated, your tongue mingling with his.

“Dad, do we have any more of that cake left, it’s actually really –“

In a panic, he almost threw you off him.

You were doing your best to right your cardigan as Emily entered the kitchen, eyeing both of you suspiciously.

“Sorry, what was that, Em?” he asked, swallowing hard and hoping to all the stars that she hadn’t seen him make out with you like a teenager.

“I was just wondering if you had any more cake left, I can’t believe it but it actually tastes good?!”

He laughed and gestured towards the counter, “there some more, you can take the tray to the living room, I – we will just clean up some more.”

“You know, I totally saw you two kissing, right?”

“Emily Vizsla!”

“What? It is not like I am going to scold you or anything,” and with her usual confidence, she swayed away, the cake in her hands.

“Well, you heard her,” he grinned, hands coming up to frame your face again, as he kneeled on the tiles, his lips descending yours, “It is not like she is going to scold us or anything …”

And with that, he kissed you again.

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PERCY JACKSON CHARACTERS AS EVERMORE LYRICS

Percy Jackson

And if it was an open-shut case

I never would've known from that look on your face

The more that you say, the less I know

Wherever you stray, I follow

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

When we were younger, down in the park

Honey, making a lark of the misery

And we live in peace, but if someone comes at us

This time, I'm ready

And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you

In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you

Annabeth Chase

You know that my train could take you home

Anywhere else is hollow

There is happiness

Past the blood and bruise, past the curses and cries

Beyond the terror in the nightfall

Haunted by the look in my eyes

That would've loved you for a lifetime

Leave it all behind

Tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk?

When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?

I can't make it go away by making you a villain

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness

Never be so kind, you forget to be clever

Never be so clever, you forget to be kind

Piper Mclean

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night

Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

As if you were a mythical thing

Like you were a trophy or a champion ring

And there was one prize I'd cheat to win

If I can't relate to you anymore

Then who am I related to?

And the skeletons in both our closets

Plotted hard to mess this up

Jason Grace

It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me

But if it's all the same to you

It's the same to me

You can run, but only so far

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me

I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay

Sorry for not making you my centerfold

Were you waiting at our old spot

In the tree line, by the gold clock?

Did I leave you hanging every single day?

Were you standing in the hallway with a big cake?

Happy birthday

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?

A universe away

Sometimes walking out is the one thing

That will find you the right thing

Hazel Levesque

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

I sit and watch you and notice everything you do or don't do

You're so much older and wiser and I

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

Use my best colors for your portrait

Lay the table with the fancy shit

And watch you tolerate it

Will you forgive my soul

When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

No more tug of war now, I just know there's more

I rewind the tape but all it does is pause

On the very moment all was lost

If our love died young, I can't bear witness

And it's been so long

Frank Zhang

And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention

I haven't met the new me yet

Fatefully

I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me

If the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go

Never be so polite, you forget your power

Never wield such power, you forget to be polite

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

Leo Valdez

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own

To leave the warmest bed I've ever known

We could call it even

Even though I'm leavin'

There'll be happiness after me

But there was happiness because of me

Both of these things I believe

There is happiness

After giving you the best I had

Tell me what to give after that

I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

I'd live and die for moments that we stole

On begged and borrowed time

And you know in your soul

When it's time to go

Nico di Angelo

I'm begging for you to take my hand

Wreck my plans, that's my man

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

They count me out time and time again

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea

'Cause you know it could never be

My mind turns your life into folklore

There'll be happiness after you

But there was happiness because of you

Both of these things can be true

And you passed right by

I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides

Long story short, it was the wrong guy

Now I'm all about you

Actually

I always felt I must look better in the rear view

And he's passing by

Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

And he feels like home

Long story short, it was a bad time

Long story short, I survived

And I couldn't be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

This pain wouldn't be for evermore

When the words of a sister come back in whispers

That prove she was not in fact what she seemed

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

You had a speech, you're speechless

Love slipped beyond your reaches

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

But what would you do if I, I

Break free and leave us in ruins

Took this dagger in me and removed it

Gain the weight of you then lose it

Believe me, I could do it

This place is the same as it ever was

But you don't like it that way

It's never too late

To come back to my side

Yes, I got your letter

Yes, I'm doing better

I know that it's over

I don't need your closure

I know I'm just a wrinkle in your new life

Staying friends would iron it out so nice

Guilty, guilty reaching out across the sea

That you put between you and me

Right where you left me

You left me no, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever