#give light some tea maybe then he’ll calm down..

[wouldkirakillthem]

Iroh from ATLA

[evielmostdefinitely]

slightly odd request but i’ve LOVED cold tonight and the others in the mini series and i was wondering if you could write something where reader gets into a disagreement with the caption wife of a politician snow HATES and reader does everything correct and is ‘well behaved’ for snow so when he gets her home she sort of breaks down in concern he’ll punish her and she’s worrying he’s mad at her but instead he just comforts her and tells her how good she is etc etc , maybe some praising smut if you fancy ? totally ok if it’s not your cup of tea !!!!

bitter cold |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above :)

contains: alludes to dom/sub themes but not super heavy. possessive, dark snow. reader gets hurt (not by snow). slight smut at the end but not super graphic.

“Mrs. Snow,” The snarl in her tone, you could practically picture the baring teeth, lips pursed in a forced smile that resembled more of a grimace waiting behind you; Cypher Crane. 

You turned, a polite smile on your lips- years of training. These dinners weren’t new to you by any means. You had grown up attending numerous socialite events such as this, only now, you were the President’s wife. 

“Cypher,” You greeted the brunette woman with a clenched grin. “Lovely to see you.” 

“Yes,” She hissed, eyes trailing down your figure, over your outfit with a flare of her nose in disapproval. “I’m sure it is.” 

You winced, sucking in a breath. And so it begins, you thought. Cypher was your age, you’d grown up going to school together, school yard friends even, at one point. Until you married Coriolanus. Since the death of her elder sister, Arachne, the entire Crane family had blamed Coriolanus. It was his idea that they go see the tributes, and therefore his fault she died. It never bothered Corio, he’d roll his eyes and wave it off, “The family is grieving. Let them blame me if it makes them feel better.” He’d scoff. Still, it upset you, their constant provoking. 

You cleared your throat lightly, scanning the room for Coriolanus on the other end, desperate to be away from Cypher, the tension already too much. “If you’ll excuse me, my husband needs me-” 

“-No, I need to have a word with you.” Cypher blocked your step easily, clutching her champagne flute. Your heart hammered, trying to stay calm, cool. 

“About?” You lifted a brow, tone lifting to stay light and casual- unbothered, hoping you would stay the same. 

“The games,” Her eyes narrowed, lips fixing in a tight line. 

Your heart dropped. Corio had made a number of changes to the games. Alongside Dr. Gaul, the two were working to gain more and more viewers. His first games, and he wanted them to be perfect. The changes had been announced to the sponsors council only a few days prior. You were sure that was why Cypher wanted to talk to you.

“Your husband,” Her words drenched in venomous disgust. “Made changes to the games.” You sucked in a breath as she took a step closer to you. “To the tributes.” 

Your eyes darted around. Where were your friends? Where was Corio? Tigris? Anyone to help you. 

“Yes, he has.” You nodded, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “Dr. Gaul and Coriolanus thought it best that the tributes be welcomed and celebrated for their sacrifices-” 

“-I fucking know what he said.” Cypher snapped, her voice bouncing off the marble of the room, catching the attention of the guests around you- maybe the whole room. You were too scared to look, truthfully. Coriolanus’ icy, curious gaze had found yours, brows furrowed. 

“I was there when this ridiculous idea was presented, and quite frankly I’m surprised at you.” Cypher sneered, finger jabbing dangerously close towards your face. “Your own daily endorsing this-this monstrosity. Treating tributes as heroes? Funding new trains and tearing down the tribute zoo? Giving them this pedestal to parade around on?” 

“Darling,” Coriolanus’ tone was tight, it made your heart skip. You looked at him, eyes rounded in fear, pinned against the wall. Cypher close to you, Coriolanus behind her. “Is everything alright?” You knew he was upset about the commotion, the improperness of it. 

Your words jumbled in your mouth, fumbling over a calm, collected response. Cypher never turned, never moved, kept her furious gaze on you. “You know my sister was killed by one of those tributes?” Cypher sneered. 

The room stilled, Coriolanus’ eyes falling to you. You weren’t sure what to do, uncomfortable and a little frightened. “You do know it, and now you want to reward them? Reward the rebellion? That’s what you’re doing aren’t you?” 

“No.” You shook your head. “No, never, I- we would never-” 

“-Liar!” Cypher roared, lunging at you. She shoved you against the wall, your head smacking the heavy marble, wincing through clenched vision, waiting for the strike. 

Instead, Coriolanus had her, arms wrenched around her shoulders, shoving her with such force to the ground before the Peacekeepers drug her away. “You killed my sister! You did, Snow! And now you’re rewarding the ones who killed her! Her blood is on your hands, you rebels!” 

“Move,” Corio shoved the Avoxes out of the way, eyes scanning over your features furiously. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He whispered, jaw clenched in fear, maybe rage. 

“I-I’m alright.” You took a shaky breath, reaching to the back of your head, rubbing the forming knot. Corio’s grip tightened around you.

“Take her to my lab.” Gaul commanded the guards, bright eye wandering wickedly Coriolanus’ way. He nodded, lips pursed furiously, one arm around you. “Clear everyone out.” He commanded with a sharp jerk of his head. 

“Corio, I-I’m fine.” Your breath shuddered, gripping his arm to steady yourself. “Everyone doesn’t have to leave-” 

“-I’m taking you to be examined.” Coriolanus’ jaw was tight, pulling you down the Capitol’s steps with a fury. 

“I don’t need that, darling, I promise. I-I’m alright.” Your heart beat furiously. You had ruined his event. You knew how important this was, and you let it get out of hand. Now, Corio was furious, and why wouldn’t he be? 

“You need to be examined.” Coriolanus’ tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. Instead, his hand wrapped tighter around your bicep, hauling you to the private wing of the Capitol’s mansion- your shared wing. 

You didn’t fight, sure if you opened your mouth, you might be sick. Instead you sat obediently, letting the doctor examine you, avoiding Coriolanus’ intense, watchful gaze on you. Your fate was sealed, you knew it. Knew that he was upset with you- that he’d punish you for such a display.

The doctor checked you, wrote it off as a mild concussion with orders to not sleep. Coriolanus’ response of “I will ensure of it,” in such a cutting, firm tone, made you shiver. 

The room was eerily still when the doctor left, just you and Coriolanus residing in your bedroom, a thick tension in the air. 

“How are you feeling?” You jumped at the sound of his voice, sharper than normal, though his brows were furrowed with something softer. Concern, perhaps? 

“I-I’m ok, Corio.” You swallowed your nerves, clutching the duvet of the bed. “Just an ache.” 

“How bad of an ache? You didn’t tell the doctor this.” Corio huffed, standing quickly, crossing the bedroom with a fury. 

“Corio, don’t. I’m fine.” You shook your head, moving off the edge after him.

 Coriolanus turned around, frowning at you. “You’re not supposed to be up.” He huffed, harsher than he meant to. “Sit down.” 

You flinched, scurrying back obediently. “I’m sorry. I-I just, I’m fine. I promise. I’m ok.” You stuttered, stomach dropping and twisting with fear. 

Corio paused, watching you with careful eyes. He’d written off your skittish behavior as fear from the situation, fear from being hurt. Now, he watched you cower before him, eyes peering at him the way those he executed did, trembling with pure horror. 

An unpleasant heaviness settled in his chest, sinking to his stomach. “My love,” Corio frowned, stepping towards you. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m ok, Corio, I promise. I-I’m just-just…” You looked at him, head turned down, curled into yourself. 

Coriolanus knelt in front of you, between your legs, taking your face into his hands gently, stomach lurching at the way you tensed. “What’s the matter?” He whispered, blue eyes scanning your face for a sign, any indication as to why you were so fearful. 

You hesitated, lip rolling between your teeth. You wanted to stay silent, be obedient and not further him any more. His gentle touches were lulling you, coaxing your own anxieties out of you. 

“Corio, I swear, I-I did not mean for that conversation to get out of hand as it did.” Your eyes met his gaze hesitantly. “I tried to excuse myself. I tried to de-escalate it, and-and move away, but she was so… determined.” 

Coriolanus waited, blinking, still in his own confusion. Your hands twisted in your own clammy grip. “I didn’t mean to ruin your event. I-I was just trying to be polite and-and it got out of hand-” 

“-I know that.” Coriolanus tilted his head gently. “Darling, this isn’t your fault.” 

“She approached me, and-and I should have walked away or-or called you over-” 

“-You did what you should have done.” Coriolanus said firmly, lips pressing together. “I need to know who is with me and who is against me. There are far too many rebels, unscared and ready to strike. Clearly, the Crane family is one and will be dealt with.” You shuddered at the sneer in his tone, the venomous threat ominous of what was to come for the Crane family, what Cypher was already experiencing in Gaul’s lab. 

“I wish that would have been done without her laying a hand on you,” Corio grit, anger flashing through those dazzling, blue eyes that had you swooning when their gaze met yours. “But, I can assure that will not be possible for her to do. Not for much longer.” 

Your grip tightened this time, clutching his hand fiercely, like a lifeline. “You’re not angry with me?” 

“I could never be.” Coriolanus shook his head. “You defended me, I heard you- others heard you.” His lips curled in a soft smile. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” 

You beamed under his praise, relaxing into his touch. Corio’s fingers brushed over your knuckles carefully. “Are you feeling ok?” He asked, softer now. A touch of… worry in his tone? 

“Yes,” You nodded, pressing your forehead to his, your noses touching. “It’s just an ache.” 

Coriolanus’ hand tightened in yours. “I should have her whole fucking bloodline removed for that. For putting her hands on you.” 

“Don’t.” You whispered, shaking your head gently. “She’s upset. She lost her sister.” 

“She’ll be losing more than that tonight, my darling, rest assured.” Corio hissed, that cloudy darkness seeping back into his gaze. “I will make sure of it.” 

You didn’t fight him, didn’t try to sway him. You didn’t want to upset him further, there was nothing that could change Cypher’s fate anyways. 

Instead, you let him dote on you. You let Corio’s fingers brush through your hair, parting your scalp, running lightly over the small knot there. His lips were soft, pressing a gentle kiss to the sore area, before replacing it with ice. He even held the ice pack in place when your arm got tired, like a true, doting husband. 

Your eyes would droop, a soft pat to your leg waking you, a stern stare that had you blushing bashfully, thighs pressing together. 

“You have to stay awake, my love.” Corio reminded with a soft grumble, rubbing your scalp gently. 

“So keep me awake.” You purred, pressing up on his chest lightly, body between his legs. Corio grinned, hands cupping your cheeks, pulling you into him, lips hungrily devouring yours. He moved you gently into the goose feather pillows, lips dragging down your cheek, jaw, biting at your neck. He was so sweet to you, fucking you how you liked- on your stomach, his body folded on top of yours, hands intertwined, hot breath grunting and moaning into your ear.

[genshin-obsessed]

Please please please

Blade, Jing Yuan, and Wrio (separate) pampering and spoiling a very sleepy fem reader at night after an exhausting day. (giving them a bath, helping them get ready for bed, cuddles, etc.) I just wanna be taken care of please lol

❀ Ooh we're mixing up the husbands! All good, I get it haha. This is a little bit later in the night so plenty of people might be coming home right now. I hope you liked this!

❀ Characters: Jing Yuan, Blade, Wriothesley

❀ Jing Yuan

"Welcome hom- oh, you look miserable." A simple glare shut him up and he gives you a sympathetic look. Walking over, the first thing he does is give you a warm hug, rubbing your back a little. He can tell when you’ve had a bad day and he already knows what to do to help you through the night and prepare you for tomorrow.

Jing Yuan knows you're exhausted, so he’ll help you take off your shoes and walk you to the bathroom. As you take off your clothes, he’s preparing the bath. Bubbles, candles, dimming the lights- all of it. While you relax in the water, he’ll prepare a snack or something and just sit with you and talk. Afterward it’s cuddles in bed with a movie on until you fall asleep.

❀ Bladie

“What the hell happened to you?” Blade is really bad at comforting you verbally, but he’s pretty great at doing things to make you feel better. He’ll help you into the house, have you lay down while he makes you something to eat. Then he’ll join you in bed, or maybe you’ll eat at the table.

You’re more than welcome to vent about your day if you need, he’s good at listening. Otherwise, if you just wanna forget, he’s there for physical comfort along with maybe a movie or something to help. You’re welcome to fall asleep on him, if you want.

❀ Wriothesley

“Oh, it was bad today, wasn’t it?” Wriothesley’s no stranger to bad days, so it’s easy to tell when you’ve had one. He’s quick to prepare some calming tea and will have you lay down on the couch. You can either vent about your day or he’ll just talk about his own to distract you.

Tea with some snacks always tends to help. If not that, then he’s happy to give you the meal he most likely made before you got home. He’ll stroke your hair, give you kisses, and remind you that you did a good job regardless of what happened and that he adores you and loves you to the ends of Teyvat.

[elizabethsnuts]

Hey! Can i have a request with aaron hotchner where Jack sleep at a friend house and his little sister just miss him so much, and hotch do anything to make her happy

Big Brother

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Jack is away at a sleepover and his absence is hitting you hard, your daddy is there to cheer you up though.

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To say you were upset was probably an understatement. Jack had gone away to a friend's house for a sleepover, leaving just you and Aaron for the night. As much as you loved your dad which was very much, you missed your big brother.

You sat at the front door like you did when Aaron took too long on a case and you wanted him to come back sooner. You were hoping that if you stared long enough, he’d just come through the door.

Aaron walked over to you, crouching down to your level and stroking your damp hair. He had just finished bath time and getting you into your PJs before he noticed you were gone from your room.

“Sweetheart, Jack won’t be back till the morning,” Aaron said gently, moving his hand to rub your back.

“Want Jack. Jack gone.” You mumbled, snuggling your pink blankie tight to your chest for comfort.

Aaron shook his head and turned you to face him. He had an idea to help you take your mind off about not being able to see Jack. “He’s not gone forever, Y/N. Don’t worry, he’ll be back tomorrow I promise. How about we play tea party? Just like you and Jack do?”

You thought for a moment and nodded your head. You loved playing tea party, you made everyone play tea party, it was your favourite. “Okay, we play tea party.”

Aaron smiled and picked you up, kissing your head. He walked up the stairs into your room, setting you down on your two feet. You immediately ran over to your sparkly dress-up box and put on a tiara, you also grabbed your favourite stuffed animals.

Aaron looked at you and smiled again. “I see we have lots of friends here for the tea party.”

You nodded enthusiastically and giggled as you set your stuffed animals around the plastic table. “Yes! Everyone needs some tea.”

Aaron noticed that you had left two chairs empty, he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Why are you leaving two chairs?”

You smiled again, your little, white, baby teeth showing. “That Jack’s chair, we need to keep him a spot while he gone.” You looked at the second empty chair and set up a cup on a plate in front of it. “This Mamas chair! She always here for tea parties.”

Aaron nodded slowly, he found it bittersweet that you still kept a chair for Haley. “Oh, I see. That’s very nice of you to save them their chairs.”

The tea party carried on as it should, you dressing up like a princess and pouring everyone their tea and biscuits. You loved playing with your daddy.

When it came to bedtime, you weren’t exactly the most cooperative. “No Daddy! Need to give Jack bedtime hug!” You cried.

Aaron hugged you tight and gently rocked you in his arms. “Shh, Shh, Shh, I know you do honey but he’s not here right now. Maybe if we gave each other a big enough hug, he’d feel it too?” He was trying everything to get you to calm down.

You hugged Aaron tightly, hoping that Jack missed you just as much as you missed him. “Do you think he miss us too?”

Aaron nodded and smiled. “Yep, I know he misses us. He told me on the way there about how much he’s going to miss us.”

You smiled and settled down in your crib, snuggling into your blankie. “He come back tomorrow?”

Aaron turned on your music box and nodded. “Tomorrow morning.” He smiled and kissed your head, turning out the lights. “Good night, Y/N.”

You blew Aaron a kiss and giggled. “Night night Daddy!”

Aaron left the room with a small smile, he was glad you got along with Jack so much. The two of you were best buds and he hoped it’d stay that way as the two of you grew older.

[oswildin]

Loki x ADHD!Partner Headcannons

Please note this is written using my own understanding/knowledge of ADHD (general), and from my own personal experience with neurodivergence (autism). ADHD, same as autism, is not the same for everyone!

Loki knew you struggled with keeping your thoughts in check, sometimes it was like a hundred things were going round in your mind and yet you just could not focus on one damn thing.

Loki knew you could get frustrated, distracted, agitated by this issue, and he hated that. He would do his best to help where he could, ensuring you remembered important things - appointments, commitments, tasks, anything that he thought could slip your mind, he had your back.

“Oh, did you make that phone call you mentioned earlier?” “Here’s your tea, you left it in the kitchen, I didn’t want it to go cold.” “Let me help you with that.” “Let’s sit down and formulate a plan.”

He was always gentle with his reminders, never getting angry or upset with your moments of forgetfulness. He understood that it was a genuine mistake, that sometimes… these things happen.

When you need to just yap, Loki is always happy to listen. He loves listening to you talk. He knows it makes you feel better, it makes you happy, and that makes him happy.

Feeling anxious? A little overwhelmed? Like you can’t shut your mind off? Loki is on the case.

“Come.” Loki would say gently, a small smile on his lips as he guided you to the living room he’d told you to stay out of for the last half an hour. When you enter, your favourite film is ready on the TV, a snuggly blanket is waiting for you on the couch, and a variety of snacks (and of course multiple drinks) are also there for you to enjoy. “I thought perhaps it could help calm your mind a bit, just for a while.”

He always keeps a mental note of where you leave things - like your phone, earphones, keys etc. Or if he sees them in the ‘wrong spot’ he will move them so they’re clearly visible to you. He also knows sometimes things become apart of the furniture so to speak. To be honest, he’s the same with his books.

Trouble sleeping? Loki will make you some tea, light some scented candles that smell like lavender, maybe even put on some soothing, relaxing music - anything to try and help you relax and unwind. He’ll even read to you. Or he will simply stay awake with you. It’s fine, he doesn’t need much sleep anyway, he’s a God.

Have a lot of tasks/chores that need doing and you don’t know where to start? No worries, Loki actually loves organising things - being methodical. He will sit with you and help make a list of things to do.

If you’re having a bad day, maybe experiencing some mood swings, Loki is patient. He is understanding. At first, he thought he was doing something wrong, but when he began to read up about ADHD and gather as much information as he could to understand and help you, he realised that it was something you couldn’t help, it wasn’t him.

If you snap at him or get frustrated/hot tempered, Loki simply gives you your space. Although he is always near, never wanting you to feel like he was leaving you alone or that he doesn’t want to be around you. No, that isn’t it. He just knows from his own experience with anger that sometimes you just need a moment to cool off and take a breath.

Feeling spontaneous? Well, lucky for you, Loki is always onboard. It makes life interesting!

However, if you’re feeling impulsive and it’s something that Loki considers… ‘reckless’ - he will always try and steer your attention to something else, something more productive and fun.

“When did that get there?” You’d once asked, furrowed brows as you looked at the book shelf Loki had put up. Loki raised a brow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Two weeks ago.” He told you lightly, a slight tease to his voice. “Oh.” You blinked. “I wonder what else I could do around here before you notice…” Loki mused playfully, feigning deep thought. “Shut up.” You rolled your eyes playfully, amused.

Loki is always there to help any way he can, make your life easier, whether to listen, lend a hand. He knows that sometimes things can be hard, feel impossible, be too much… And he never judges you. He wants to be there, he wants to make you feel comfortable, he wants to let you feel seen and understood.

“You are amazing.” Loki told you, peering down at you as you were snuggled against him. “Truly, I’m so proud of you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as you smiled. “And you know, whatever you need, whenever you need it…” He raised a brow, tilting his head playfully. “Well, I’m not going anywhere.”

[edges-of-night]

Imagine LotR characters reacting to you having had a long day ♡

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Aragorn is tireless when it comes to work, so sometimes he’ll forget the time himself. He’ll silently scolds himself then, because he wants to you to be able to relax once your work for the day is done. He would offer to make you a calming tea with herbs he’d search for you in the forest, so that you can unwind together in the evening.

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen would be the kind of person who keeps checking in during your work, be it physically or mentally demanding – or both! Either way, she wants to make sure you’re not overworking yourself. In the cases you do have a long day anyway, she will remind you that it is over now and that you should take it slower tomorrow. She’d offer you to cuddle and stroke your hair, and you’d calm down through her ethereal presence alone.

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir would be the type of person to visit you at your workplace and, should the day almost be over, distract you tenderly from what you were doing so that he could steal you away and would get to spend the evening together with you. Be it hugging you from behind when you’re sitting at your desk or laying his hand over yours, holding the tool – the man can hardly wait to you for himself again, and he is not ashamed to show it.

･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

After long days, Elrond is always short of scolding you for overworking yourself. But he knows how seriously you take your duties, so he swallows down any frustration, especially after you’ve returned to Rivendell in the evening. Without pressuring you, he will remind you how important it is to set your boundaries and that you don’t have to say yes to everything.

･ﾟ✧ Éomer.

Once Eomer realizes that it is going to be a long day for you, he puts everything else aside and prioritizes the preparations for you. He will make sure that you can unwind as soon as you’re home. Depending on your mood, he would sit in front of a cosy fire with you or go for a horseback ride through the night.

･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.

After a long day, Eowyn would welcome you home with a sympathetic smile and a quip. Then she’d put her arms around your neck to give you a kiss and ask what you’re in the mood in for. Her breezy nature makes it easy to forget all the hardships of the day – now, you’d get to spend the evening however you please.

･ﾟ✧ Faramir.

Faramir worships you like a deity, and that is precisely how he treats you after a long day, too. He’d shower you in kisses, embrace you in a warm bath, read you poetry, and help you get dressed in the most beautiful nightgown – or do nothing of the sort, if you ask him to just give you space. He respects your every wish.

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Frodo would sigh but smile when you return home after a long day. He’d say something along the lines of “I told you to take it easy”, but quickly proceed to ask you what you’d like to have for dinner. Frodo likes to take care of you, so you’ll have nothing to concern yourself with after work. He loves to take you on faraway journeys by reading from his favourite books, and he’d quietly chuckle to himself once you fall asleep on the armchair.

･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

Galadriel will have nothing of your “But I still need to do…” – with a firm voice and kind eyes, she’d remind you of your well-being and that no job is so important that it cannot wait until the next morning. So instead, you would be whisked away by song and soft lights, maybe to your favourite spot in Lórien, from where the two of you will watch the sunset with your favourite drinks. No burnouts on her watch!

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf’s attitude toward your ‘long days’ is heavily dependant on what kind of work you’re giving yourself up to. While he commends every good deed and self-sacrifice, he draws the line somewhere. When you come home after having done nothing but tedious labour for some lord all day, exhausted and boneless, he’ll have nothing but a disapproving grunt from behind his pipe. Needless to say, your favourite baked goods would magically appear in the kitchen just a few moments later!

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Not only does Gimli admire your power, he openly brags about your amazing productivity and relentless helpfulness. However, once you are alone, he’d make a point of quietly whispering to you, “Still, you got to take care of yourself, dearie!” That does not stop him from spoiling you with lavish Dwarven banquets by the fire though! With Gimli, there is never any shortage of luxury.

･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

After a long day, Haldir would offer you a hot bath and silent company. He is majorly impressed by your work ethic, even though it borders on unhealthy sometimes. He’d never say that out loud, of course! All he does is offer you comfort in the ways he knows how to express. He’d ask you about your schedule tomorrow to unknowingly work ahead for you – only to disguise it as him being even more diligent than you once you found out.

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

More than anything, Legolas is amused by how much you try to achieve in one day. Once you’re back in his arms, he’d muse about how much time mortals spend with work and other duties, instead of savouring their precious time. Though you are tired, his semi-philosophical outpours – and especially his light-hearted mood – never fail to make you laugh.

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Merry looks up at your endurance and sense of duty. He is not afraid to tell you either. However, his idea of a relaxing evening is usually to go visit the Green Dragon, to drink, sing and dance. You can’t deny that his energy and movement help you loosen up. If the dancing alone doesn’t help, Merry will offer you a massage to ease your tension. He may be the thinking type usually, but special times demand special measures!

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Let’s be honest, Pip cannot relate to your workaholic attitude at all. That said, he does admire you for your enthusiasm and helpfulness. He’d be the kind of person to surprise you with your favourite dessert when you come home, having prepared it all afternoon just to make you happy. You will spark a whole new drive in him!

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Your return home is always Sam’s favourite part of the day – right after waking up next to you, no doubt. His calm nature never ceases to soothe you. Sam knows how to unwind and always has your favourite pipe ready for a quiet sunlit evening in his garden or your self-built rocking chairs. He’d quietly ask you about your day, but after some conversation, he’d go, “That’s enough of that, I’d say” and just entertain you otherwise until you’d go to bed.

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘰: 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴

Pairing: Copia & Aether (hints of Aether/Dew, and just general Polyghouls) Rating: G Word Count: 852 Mushy May is the brainchild of the incredible @forlorn-crows divider by the wonderful @ghuleh-recs

Aether stays up late. A product of his element and too many night shifts at the infirmary, he finds it nearly impossible to sleep before 3am. He has a midnight ritual. A snack, a cup of tea, a few minutes of middle of the night quiet to calm his ever racing mind. 

It’s become a routine at this point–he isn’t the only one who doesn’t sleep well.  Dew–however–sprawled out on the bed next to him–taking up most of it–has no trouble. Dew’s snoring softly when Aether gets up. Careful not to disturb the fire ghoul as he gets out of bed. Dew’s a light sleeper, but Aether’s mastered the art of it. If he gives Dew just a little jolt of quintessence to keep him asleep, he’ll never tell. 

Dew grumbles a little as he’s jostled, but nothing more than that. Aether slips from the room, he leaves the door cracked lest the sound wake Dew up. The hallway is dark as pitch, but Aether knows the way. Has wandered these hallways a thousand times in the dark. Could do it blind folded. 

He walks past his packmates rooms. Cumulus and Mountain are still up–judging by the soft noise drifting through Mountain’s door. Rain is too, there’s the faint glow of his computer monitor light emanating from under the door. There’s a bark of laughter from behind the door–Aeon. Unsurprising that the new quint ghoul has the same aversion to sleep that Aether does. 

He rounds the corner, goes down the stairs onto the main floor of the ghoul wing. He passes the dark dining room, the practice room, the “den” that they rarely ever use, and the full kitchen, until he comes to the common room. The light in there is on, warmth pooling over the hardwood floor outside. 

Aether can hear someone rustling about in the kitchenette. He hears cabinet doors, the fridge. He smiles to himself as he ducks into the room. Copia is bent over with his head in the fridge, clicking his tongue. 

Aether clears his throat and Copia starts, standing up and spinning around on his heels like this isn’t a thing they do most nights now. 

“Papa,” Aether says with a smile. 

Copia looks sheepish. Aether likes him best like this–make up off. Wearing a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. Human. Just a man for once rather than a idol on a pedestal. 

“I was just looking to see if you had any of that cheese spread left–the one Mountain made–”

“It’s in the back, behind Sunny’s juice. You could ask him to make you some you know.” 

Copia waves him off. “No no,” he turns back to the fridge, reaches deep, and comes out with the container with the spread in it. Aether crosse the room and reaches into a high cabinet for the crackers. 

“Then you wouldn’t have to come all the way over here in the middle of the night.” 

Papa’s chambers are on the other side of the abbey. Across the main building, through what sometimes feels like miles of winding hallways. 

Copia offers Aether a small smile. He pulls the crackers from Aether’s fingers and retreats to the other side of the common room–the side that holds the couches and the TV. He sits, crosses his legs, and starts to eat. 

Aether turns the kettle on, grabs a banana, and joins him. 

“Maybe I like coming here in the middle of the night,” Copy says, dipping his cracker into the cheese spread, gathering more than is strictly necessary and popping it into his mouth with a satisfied groan. 

Aether raises an eyebrow. “To the ghoul wing?” 

Copia shrugs. He eats another cracker. “I feel…at home here.” 

“You are.” 

Copia hums an ascent. The kettle whistles and Aether stands. 

“Do you want a cup?” 

Copia looks up at him, mismatched eyes meeting his as Aether stands on the dividing line between kitchenette and living room. 

“Do you want me to stop coming? Raiding your fridge in the middle of the night? Interrupting your peace?” 

Aether shakes his head. “No. No. Of course not. I–I look forward to this.I don’t want you to stop I just thought–maybe–maybe you just came for the food.”

Copia nods, quick, like it confirms something he already assumed. He eats another cracker. “Does Mountain put magic in this?” 

“Probably.” 

Aether turns, heads toward the still screaming kettle as Copia chuckles into his cheese spread. Aether pulls a mug down, gets his tea bag, starts the ritual of making his tea. He leans against the counter as he waits for it to steep. 

Copia watches him, lips turning up into a soft, exhausted smile. “The food is good, but the company is what keeps me coming back.” 

Aether feels something flutter in his chest. Warmth. Light. A fondness he cannot contain. “Tea?”   He offers again, unable to stop himself from wanting to take care of his Papa. To extend their quiet moment alone just a little longer. 

Copia puts the lid back on his cheese, and settles deeper into the couch. “Yes, my ghoul. I’ll have a cup.” 

[immortalmsmoon]

BSD General Headcanons

ADA VERSION

I've been really into BSD as of late cus i had to rewatch it with my friend :3 GUYS I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT

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wordcount: 1198

Atsushi

Always tired, and it's pretty damn obvious. Has prominent eye bags, and he’s always huffing and sighing. 

Has a nice singing voice. It's really clear and soft, and is nice to sleep to. 

Hates reading, and isn’t very good at it. He only got to learn the basics at the orphanage. Reading reminds him of the orphanage anyways, so it’s not something he’s very fond of. 

Likes to cook with kyoka, and they usually practise once a week. Sometimes, if they make a lot of whatever they were cooking or baking, they bring some to the agency to share. 

One of those people who is loud with the people he trusts and quiet with people he doesn’t know well.

VERY VERY oblivious. To the point that most jokes go RIGHT over his head. Ranpo likes to tease him about it, and when he does, Atsushi gets confused about it. 

“WDYM I'm oblivious? Wdym that was a joke? What?” 

Dazai

So silly

Puts sauce packets on the toilet seats FREQUENTLY. Like once a week. The agency members have learned to start checking under the toilet seats, and even though no one falls for it anymore (except maybe atsushi) he still does it. 

When he hears anyone talk about food he does one of two things: BEGS the person to give him some sort of food, and harasses/threatens them until they do, or orders food and proceeds to eat it right in front of the person, while making loud obnoxious comments on how good it is. If ANYONE asks for ANY he is rude as hell to them, and continues to silently glare at them while he eats.

Makes songs out of EVERYTHING. If someone stubs their toe, he’s singing about it. Someone dropped all their paperwork all over the lounge? He stands by and obnoxiously sings about the incident instead of helping. 

Occasionally, when he sees that Kunikida is under a lot of stress or pressure, he will do his paperwork. It's still a couple days late, but he does it. And sometimes he does some cleaning around the agency. 

Kunikida

Also loud and obnoxious, but in a different way. 

CONSTANTLY stressing about stuff he doesn’t need to. People tell him to calm down but he never listens. 

Has a #1 DAD mug that Dazai gave him when he got employee of the month.

Outside of work he enjoys drawing, but he rarely does it because of the tight schedule that is his life. 

Has a soft spot for Atsushi, and has a sort of paternal relationship with him.. Sometimes if Atsushi begs, he’ll deter from his schedule and spend some time with him. Sometimes they go out for a walk, or they set up activities for the agency to go do as a group. 

Ranpo

Hides in the agency bathroom like a highschooler, and plays games on his phone when he doesn’t want to do work, and doesn’t want to deal with people. 

Spends a lot of time on the roof of the agency. Sometimes he brings some headphones and listens to some music, sometimes he just watches the clouds. His favourite is when the day is kind of windy, but just enough that it's a light breeze. 

His favourite thing to do with the agency is board game night, and they meet up and do it about twice a month. He mainly likes it because he wins, but also just because he gets a little lonely sometimes living by himself. 

When he’s tired he gets kind of delirious ....you know when you stay up so late that everythings funny? That's him, but like 4 out of 5 days a week. 

Brings two bags a day to work: one filled with snacks, one filled with drinks. 

Kyoka

Only really talks with Kenji and Atsushi

Admires Yosano and despises Dazai

Prepares coffee or tea for everyone in the morning, and knows exactly how everyone likes it. 

Is actually TERRIBLE at cooking, so when she and Atsushi do it, he usually does most of the actual cooking. She is better at reading the recipe than him though.

A couple times throughout the year, she will try different hairstyles. She's completely against cutting it off, but not against learning some really complex braids. She's a quick learner, so it never takes her long. 

On the topic of hair, Atsushi likes to mess around with hers sometimes, and usually just brushes it because he can’t actually do much else without knotting it. 

She absolutely loves to go see fireworks with the Agency, because it was something she didn’t really get to do when she was younger. She sees the agency as her family, as weird as everyone is, and moments like that help her feel more connected to them

Her favourite member of the agency to spend time with one on one is Kenji, because they get along really well. He talks quite a bit, and she likes to listen, but he also knows when to be quiet. They go on walks a lot. 

Kenji

Has a garden on the roof of the agency

Him and Dazai tried to convince Fukuzawa to let them get a pet for the agency. They got a cat that dazai picked up off the streets, and no less than a week later, they had to get rid of it because it was diseased. 

Brings wounded birds to the agency frequently, which drives Kunikida off the walls, and he fixes them up on his desk. 

His desk is slightly smaller than most of the other agency members, and it has three drawers: the first one is full of stuff for any animal he may come across. Little bandages and medical supplies for animals, treats, even little things he can use to make a bed out of. The second drawer has his paperwork in it, and his pens and what not. The third drawer is full of a whole bunch of microwaveable meals

Adding on to the drawer of microwavable meals, Kenji hates to snack, because it never fills him up. He prefers to just eat a whole meal instead of eating something small, but sometimes he will if he has to. He also prefers savoury food over sweet food, but doesn’t mind some sweet stuff sometimes. 

Yosano

Gets along with basically all of the members of the agency

Dazai and her do wine tastings once a month. It usually ends with them just getting drunk

Helps Kenji with any wounded animals he brings in, and gives him tips and pointers on how to help them.

Her and Ranpo gossip A LOT, about literally anything they can get their hands on. They judge people A LOT. 

“This girl asked me out yesterday. The one from the cafe. She's ugly, no offence.” “EWW YESSS”

Forces Atsushi to come shopping with her, and forces him to hold all of her bags. She usually brings Ranpo or Dazai with her as well, and asks them for their opinions on the things she buys.

Sucks at cooking, so usually buys food from a convenience store for lunches and dinners.

Also one of the few agency members who doesn’t mind working late.

[xaviersjames]

Hi everyone!!!

So the other day, @inmymagnetoera posted a poll asking who'd say 'I love you' first between our gay boys (seriously go check her blog out if you haven't, she's incredible and SO FUNNY and I always look forward to her polls.)

So I had a chat in the comments with her and @vertiginousvendetta and it inspired this work!!

I'd like to thank the two of you for this inspiration, it really got rid of my writer's block. (seriously two of my FAVOURITE mutuals.)

@inmymagnetoera think of this as an appreciation post for the fic you wrote for me a couple days ago. <3

I hope everyone likes this!!!

Charles and Erik are slightly more than friends, and slightly less than boyfriends. <3

Note: This does contain semi-mature content, nothing EXPLICIT but still.

~~~

Starry Nights and Sunny Mornings

Moonlight spills in through the high windows of Charles' study, illuminating his eyes and leaving them even paler than usual.

Erik pulls his knees into his chest and rests his chin atop them, calmer than ever.

It's nights like these that are his favourite.

While the rest of the mansion is asleep, the universe casting a blanket of darkness over them, he and Charles are the only ones up, a chessboard on the low table between them—the cup of tea between his hands almost as warm as Charles’ smile.

He feels safe, protected, at peace—like never before.

Before his eyelids can droop further, Charles stands and curls a set of nimble fingers around his forearm.

“Bed rather, darling.” he says with a glint of mischief in those pale, pale eyes.

These nights always end the same.

Almost every single time, Charles walks Erik back to his room and some small part of him knows—he knows, hopes, in fact, that he won't make it inside, at least not alone. One of them cracks first—because one of them always will—and kisses the other, fiercely, gentleness nowhere to be found. It doesn't matter how tired or frustrated Erik is, his body will always awaken at Charles' touch, like electricity crackling through his veins.

Erik doesn’t exactly know what they are. Maybe he’s too afraid to ask.

All he knows for certain is that Charles understands him better than anyone else has—that Charles is closer to him than anyone else has ever been. And if Charles doesn’t feel the same, well—he’ll take whatever he gives him. He’d rather have him momentarily than never at all. He tries not to think about it—about Charles getting tired of him and moving on to the next person. It hurts too much.

Some nights, like tonight, Charles doesn’t bother with the preamble and simply intertwines his fingers with Erik’s and leads them back to his own room.

They crash into the sheets and they crash into each other—powerful enough, Erik presumes, to create ripples in the fabric of space and time. It knocks the breath out of him, as it always does, on nights like this. He feels the exhaustion being pulled out of him with every roll of Charles’ hips against his. And the sound that Charles makes as he comes undone against him—it’s enough to rattle his bones, to shake his soul, to light it up from within and make it vibrate with wondrous energy.

All it takes is for Charles to whisper, “Erik,” against his cheek for him to come undone himself. He’ll never get sick of it, he doesn’t think. He’ll never get sick of the sound of his name on Charles’ lips. He’ll never get sick of the way Charles slumps down against him and pulls the sheets up over the two of them and wraps a hand around Erik’s waist, telling him to sleep darling, you of all people deserve a good rest.

~~~

Mornings like these will always be Charles’ favourite.

Sunlight whispers across his bare skin, liquid warmth, along with Erik’s calloused fingers.

On most mornings like these, he’s woken by Erik leaving kisses all over his face and his throat. Every single time, he pretends to be asleep. He pretends to be asleep long after Erik stands and leaves, trying to calm the racing of his heart—hoofbeats of some mythical creature venturing across his ribcage. He thinks if he opens his eyes and has to look Erik in the face first thing in the morning, it might hurt him too much.

First thing in the morning, he can’t pretend. He can’t hide behind the franticness, and the desire—he can’t use that as an excuse. If he were to open his eyes and look directly at him, Erik might see the raw emotion on his face. And he can’t have that. Because Erik would never want that. Would he? It seems impossible.

So he takes whatever Erik is willing to give him, when they both have a significant amount of tension to relieve.

That’s why he’s surprised, that on this particular morning, after Erik leaves a sloppy, open mouthed kiss on his jaw, he whispers into the sunny morning air, so soft that Charles barely hears it, “What would you say, Charles?”

And oh, oh God, Charles’ name always sounds like something remarkable on Erik’s tongue. It takes everything in him not to shiver. Not to sigh in relief.

"I can’t even bring myself to say it aloud, let alone aloud to you. I wonder what you’d say, Charles,” and he buries his face in Charles neck.

Charles hears, loud and clear, Erik’s next three words, in his mind, each of them punctuated by a slow, messy kiss.

I

love

you.

Charles almost gasps.

But you know that already, don’t you? You must.

And with a sigh deep into Charles’ skin, he sits up and Charles can feel the mattress shift as he gets up, and can hear the door whisper shut as he leaves, leaving Charles confused and amazed and wondering.

It's a long time before he dares to open his eyes. To move. When he finally does, he rolls over to the space where Erik just was, the sheets still warm, and buries his face into the pillow, still smelling of Erik.

"I love you, too,” he whispers into the morning light, before getting up to chase after him.

[isawthisangel]

domestic/relationship situations with steven/marc headcanons part two

find part one here

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word count: 900w

a/n: i will happily write a full length fic for any of these if you guys send me one of the prompts, or any different ones<3

Steven loves to cook and is usually home by the late afternoon, but sometimes when he has more work to do when he gets home and you have to work late, you end up ordering takeout. You guys have a hat with all the different takeouts written on pieces of paper inside for when you can’t decide, which is often.

On weekends you love nothing more than holing up in the flat to binge whole seasons of tv shows. Steven is all over this, making the sofa as cosy as possibly, collecting blankets and snacks and content to sit for hours with your feet in his lap or your head on his shoulder, his arm around you. Marc usually lasts about two episodes before complaining that he’s bored.

You suggest reorganising the bookshelves. This takes weeks. Steven is so meticulous about where his books go, even though it looks like a mess to anyone else, he can find the book he’s looking for in seconds when he needs to. You have your bookshelf, but your books have started spilling over, which is fine as long as they’re in the right section.

Honestly I could write an essay about this. Steven sat cross legged on the floor surrounded by books, stacking them into piles and trying to work out how best to organise them, brow furrowed. You giving up trying to help after a while, realising he has his own, very complicated system. Rearranging the plants and fairy lights around everything when it’s finally done. Smiling whenever he looks at it for the next few days.

Both of the boys like to rant when they’re worked up about something, but the topics on which they tend to get so upset about vary drastically. If Steven is upset about a new display at the museum, or Donna getting his name wrong yet again, Marc will be angry about something going wrong on a mission, stomping and swearing around the flat injured and covered in blood.

Similarly, you have to learn that they can’t be calmed down in the same way. Steven can usually be placated pretty easily by a cup of tea or a shoulder massage, whereas with Marc you have to let him burn out by himself. When he finally collapses into a chair and goes silent, then you can move in and start patching him up best you can, dropping kisses onto his skin at regular intervals until he’s fully relaxed.

Baths. Steven doesn’t usually have a bath, and if he does you’re in there with him. Marc, on the other hand, would live in the bath if you let him. He’ll soak until the water’s cold and all the bubbles are gone, half asleep with a contented half smile on his face. He’d never admit it, but he loves coming home to a bubble bath.

Sometimes when you wake up you find Marc asleep on the sofa, not wanting to have woken you up when he got in from a mission the night before. Despite your protests he continues to do this if he knows you have to be up early the next morning, even though you’d rather be tired and know that he’s come home safe that night.

Similarly to the laundry, you can tell who’s been shopping while you’ve been at work by the contents of the cupboards and fridge and how they’ve been organised. Steven will have a meal plan on the wall and all of the (mostly fresh) ingredients neatly stowed away. Marc will have filled the freezer up, and maybe bought some fruit and veg, if you’re lucky.

Steven one hundred percent gets distracted and dances with you in the kitchen when you cook together. Enough said.

Sometimes you’ll catch Steven before he rushes out the door, ever late, for work to fix his tie or his hair. This isn’t necessarily because it looks bad, you’re just after one more kiss before he leaves. If he’s caught on, he doesn’t say. If you’re fixing Marc’s hair or clothes before he rushes out the door it’s most likely because he’d lost track of time with you in bed that morning. You’ve been late countless times for similar reasons.

‘Laughter is infectious,’ sure, but Steven’s laugh is actually infectious. If he’s laughing, you’re laughing, it doesn’t matter what he’s laughing at or where you are. Similarly, Marc laughs so little that when he does you find yourself smiling regardless, relishing in the sound, trying to memorise it.

Steven is annoyingly good at presents, and you struggle to match the thoughtfulness of his gifts. Marc has a strict no present policy, which you happily disregard during every holiday, knowing that he’ll complain and then smile secretly afterwards, when he thinks you can’t see.

You try to eat breakfast and brush your teeth with whoever it is you wake up to every morning, schedules allowing. It puts you in a good mood in the mornings, and prepares you for the rest of the day. If you get frustrated at work you think about breakfast, or how you get to go home to such a loving environment that night. It usually makes you feel better.

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[thisismypurrfectvictory]

Day 5: Aphrodisiacs

Summary: Misa tries to slip Light an aphrodisiac, but L accidentally drinks it too.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lawlight

Words: 3019

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Misa felt like she couldn’t stay still. Everything was going to go perfectly. She knows that Light loves her and wants her, but he’s too much of a gentleman to say anything, especially being handcuffed to Ryuzaki. So she decided to take initiative! 

Reina from work had been telling her about this aphrodisiac concentrate she bought online and that her man wouldn’t leave her alone for days. It made a lightbulb go off in her head. So, she procured some.

Now she had to figure out how to get him out of those handcuffs for a while. Misa-Misa wasn’t into exhibitionism or anything like that, but maybe desperate times call for desperate measures. Ryuzaki did mention something akin to letting them have a date on their own if there were cameras. And while having her physical form on camera would be icky, the infra-red cameras can’t be that bad, right? They’ll just show their outlines. It’ll be fine. She’s convinced herself of this. And Misa knows how to get her way.

Once she slips this to Light, he’ll be so desperate for her that their combined whining and pleading will have to make Ryuzaki cave! And, if all else fails, at least Light won’t be able to stop thinking about her. 

Slipping the concentrate into his drink would be tricky. There’s of course always cameras. Sleight of hand wasn’t a skill she possessed. But maybe hiding a concealed dropper would work? 

They’re all sitting in her room when she asks if they could get some tea. Ryuzaki immediately jumps for the idea and calls for Watari. Trying to stay nonchalant when she’s so excited is really tough, but she is an actress after all. 

“Light, let me put in the sugar for you!” she says, grabbing the saucer out of his hand before he could say anything. Light blinks but sits back.

“Ok, just three sugars please,” he says, before replying to something Ryuzaki says. 

Ok, Misa, you can do this. As soon as she sets the saucer down, she grabs the top, and squeezes the dropper’s liquid into the cup. Shoving it back up her sleeve, she drops in three cubes before giving it a nice stir, handing it back to Light with a smile. 

“Here, darling!” Misa says, enthusiastically pushing the cup into his hands. 

“Thanks, Misa,” he says. Ever the embarrassed lover. He only ever says ‘Misa’, but he’s always in front of his colleagues so she understands. 

Light doesn’t drink from it for a while, and Misa gets nervous. Clenching her hands, she tries to stay calm while Light and Ryuzaki bicker back and forth. Light finally goes for a drink, blowing on it before taking a big gulp. Score! Everything is falling into place. But Light’s face crinkles, stopping in the middle of whatever he was saying, before shooting a look at the tea cup. Taking another hesitant sip, he recoils from it.

“I thought you were rich, but you can’t afford decent tea?” he says, slamming the cup and saucer onto the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

There’s no way they could know what it was by taste, right? Ryuzaki looks very affronted by Light’s accusation. 

“It’s the best matcha tea in Japan. Mine tastes fine,” he retorts, getting huffy. It’d be funny if one, she didn’t sense a fight coming on, and two, if she wasn’t in risk of being caught. 

“Mine tastes like shit. That’s not matcha tea; not that a foreigner would know the difference,” Light raises his voice back. Maybe she should be rooting for a fight. Then they might not care enough about the tea anymore. 

“You just don’t know quality. Watari handpicks these teas for me.”

“No offense to Watari-san, but I can count like five brands of matcha tea that are better than this garbage.” 

“Fine, I’ll taste it then,” Ryuzaki barks back, grabbing the cup. Everything goes in slow motion for Misa, and it’s too late to take the cup back. 

“Fine,” Light stubbornly says back. Plopping more sugar in first, Ryuzaki takes an unrefined swig before his face twists. He, too, takes a second try, immediately letting it fall back into the cup. Eww.

Misa bites her lip so hard it might draw blood.

“I told you,” Light mocks. They squabble for a bit more before they suppose that the cup wasn’t washed properly. Eventually looking at his watch, Light looks up at her apologetically and tells her they need to head back to work. 

“I’ll try to visit sometime in the next week,” he promises. Misa can only look on in sadness that her plan didn’t work. All she can hope is that he’ll come back when it kicks in more. Maybe she should be worried they both drank it. But it’s not possible either of them are gay, so it should be fine, Misa muses. She’s always prided herself on her excellent gaydar. She goes around tidying up in case Light comes back.

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Everything felt weird. It was hard to concentrate on his monitor. Light hoped and prayed that everyone would leave sooner than normal so he could go to bed. He wonders if he’s getting a cold. His skin felt tacky, there was a dull ache in the front of his head, and he felt a little dizzy. Maybe he was getting a fever? But he refuses to ask Ryuzaki to check his forehead. 

Thinking about it, Light noticed that Ryuzaki was acting weird. He had a plate of macarons in front of him, a few nibbles out of one. Watari had brought them two hours ago, and Ryuzaki had taken a bite and pushed the plate away. Maybe they’re both getting sick? Light supposes that would make sense. After wondering for a while if he could make an excuse to go to bed early and trying his best to look at his now fuzzy monitor, Ryuzaki stands up.

“Gentleman, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want, but I’m afraid I’m feeling unwell and will leave now,” Ryuzaki says, not waiting for a response from the Task Force. Ryuzaki almost all but drags Light as he tries to scramble up from his chair. Light lets himself be dragged to the elevator as Ryuzaki strides.

“You feel unwell also?” Ryuzaki asks, but it feels more like a statement. 

“Very dizzy, sweaty; a headache, I think? I’m very warm,” Light explains. “Do you think we have the flu?”

“I’ve never really been sick since childhood, but I suppose I do have walking petri dishes coming in everyday,” L says, frantically pressing on the elevator button over and over, like it’ll make it come faster. Light snorts. 

“How about you? You didn’t eat,” Light asks, trying to be polite. Light wants to be in Ryuzaki’s good graces, but the usual polite procedures he uses on people didn’t really work on him, and the guy made it too easy to be mad at him. 

“I’m very nauseous. Which is weird, because I’m not a puker— for fuck’s sake. I’m also very warm. I don’t like the feeling of my clothes sticking to me.” Ryuzaki says, getting mad at the elevator. Light is thankful when the doors open. To say he was surprised to see Ryuzaki like this was an understatement. It felt like being on the other side of the glass at an exhibit. 

After making it to their room, Ryuzaki immediately heads for the bathroom.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand through a whole shower,” Light admits, still feeling dizzy. 

“I’ll catch you if you fall,” Ryuzaki says mockingly, not stopping in his stride. Light briefly thinks that he’d rather die of embarrassment. 

He hates to be right, but he is having a hard time staying upright in the shower. His head is getting more woozy due to the steam. At least if he falls, Ryuzaki won’t fall with him, since he took off their handcuffs for the shower. One moment he’s rubbing soap on his body, the next, his knees wobble and he feels himself falling. True to his word, Ryuzaki catches him. Light blinks, trying to get rid of the fog, and looks into his eyes. Light can feel his face heat up 

“Are you ok?” Ryuzaki asks, in a surprisingly soft tone. Light nods his head and tries to get up, before leaning on the shower wall. “This might’ve been a bad idea, let’s rinse off and go to bed.”

All Light can do is nod again, resting his forehead on the wall. Hesitant hands run a washcloth over his back, causing Light to flinch a little. He turns his head to see Ryuzaki rinsing him off.

“Here, you don’t look so good,” he says. Bashful maybe? Ryuzaki hands him a towel and he wraps it around his waist before stumbling. An undignified squeak leaves his mouth and Ryuzaki picks him up like he’s nothing. 

“W-what are you doing?” Light asks nervously. Rolling his eyes, Ryuzaki says nothing and places him on the bed. 

“I’m not doing much better than you. We should just go to bed,” he says, walking around the bed and climbing into the covers. Light is too nervous to tell him they’re wearing nothing but towels. But he supposes guys do this sort of thing unbothered? Right? 

“Being out of the shower improved my dizziness I think,” Light supplies, trying to make things less awkward. “Not that I’m complaining, but you forgot the handcuffs.” 

All L had to say was a wave of his hand while his face was planted in a pillow. Humming, Light tries to get comfortable. 

It’s all too warm. After lying there for a bit, he just stares at the ceiling. Light swears he’s sweating even more than he was before. Turning over to get more comfortable, a gasp leaves his lips, and he shuts his mouth so fast he bites his lip hard. 

“I can’t sleep,” L drawls, annoyed. Meanwhile, Light’s freaking out. Now that the floodgate was open, Light realizes how sensitive his whole body is. He doesn’t dare to move another inch.

“M-me neither,” Light says, cursing himself. Feeling L lean up from the bed, Light tries to make his body appear as small as possible. In the span of seconds, he has a raging hard on. For the love of all that is holy…

“You don’t sound good,” L says, leaning over him, voice huskier than Light remembers. Glancing a look up at L, Light sees that he doesn’t look much better. The sight of L’s blown-out eyes and mussed up hair cause Light to gulp. Closing his eyes, he tries to think of what’s wrong with him that he’s thinking these things. Fingers raze against his shoulder before pulling away, causing Light to flinch again, but after the fingers leave, he wants to gravitate towards them. L lets out a hum.

“Just as I thought; I think Misa tried to slip you something,” L drops down to the bed right behind Light. Light feels his presence through his skin as it prickles. 

“What?” he asks, then thinks of the stupid tea. Everything clicks. “Oh my god. She’s insane!”

The revelation makes Light sit up in bed, the cold air on his skin feeling good. 

“Quite,” L drones, seemingly more annoyed than alarmed. “I assume that Misa tried slipping you an aphrodisiac, we both drank it, it was a potent dosage, considering how horny I am. I assume you’re in the same boat, then.” 

Light cringes in embarrassment before hesitabtly nodding. Leave it to L to make everything more awkward than it already was. The arousal is unbearable, and Light wonders if L feels just as bad. They both sit there, and then in a flurry, the attach to each other. Light isn’t sure who initiated first. 

Lips on fire, Light grips onto L like a lifeline. Every nerve is too sensitive and yearns for contact. Hands start rubbing up his arms and sides and Light breaks away from the kiss to let out a gasp. L takes the chance to kiss up his neck, the kisses scorching to his skin, before playfully biting on his ear lobe. 

“I want to touch you,” L pleads, grabbing Light by the scruff to grab another kiss. Resting his forehead against L’s, Light lets out a breathy Please. 

L inserts a finger, but it’s barely a blip to Light’s system until he feels it curl. It makes Light grab onto L’s hair a little too hard, but before he can say sorry, L lets out a delightful grunt, spurring Light on. There needs to be something else. It’s not enough. 

“More,” he whines, trying his best to not straight up grind against L’s fingers. 

Another finger is inserted, and his cock aches; precum leaking onto L’s towel. Bemoaning the barrier between them, he tries to raise up and pull it off. Hands place themselves on Light’s hips to lift him up, and with a chuckle, L removes his towel. Light immediately sits himself down and the reaction is immediate, with L letting out a cut-off whimper, and covering his mouth in embarrassment. 

Grabbing the offending hand, Light shoots him a glare and kisses his wrist, causing L to blush.

“God, how much do you think she dosed us?” L asks, running the kissed hand down Light’s chest.

“Knowing her—hmph—she probably poured the whole thing,” Light says, making L laugh. Getting impatient, he reaches down and swats L’s hand away. “Stop, stop, I need you in me. Now.”

L helps Light sit up, and they line up before Light slowly sinks down on L’s pulsing cock. Light chokes, hunching over. “Sorry,” he squeaks. 

“I think you drank more tea than me; I can’t imagine it being any worse than what I’m feeling now,” L says, the most sympathetic Light’s ever heard him, as he brushes some of Light’s hair out of his face. It makes his chest seize. Light tries to get used to the foreign fullness. 

“I’m ready,” Light says, placing a hand on L’s chest to steady himself. He probably needed a little longer to adjust, but he needed to get his mind off of that. 

Raising back up, Light pushes back down immediately as L thrusts up. They try to establish a rhythm but Light’s brain is too fogged to do it or care. They sloppily slam themselves against each other. 

There’s tingling all over his entire body and he wonders how much of this sensitivity was normal. It borders on overstimulating. He feels embarrassed from the sounds he can’t keep in, but it soothes him a little to hear L in the same boat. 

“It’s too much,” Light gasps, head falling.

“Do you need to stop?” L asks, not stopping, but settling a hand on Light’s arm.

“No,” Light cries. “Don’t, please don’t stop.”

His legs cramp, and Light groans in frustration, making L falter when Light wobbles. 

Light isn’t sure if L understands what’s going on, but the man switches their positions with a growl, knocking the wind out of Light. L continues his onslaught, pounding into him at a new angle, making Light gasp, leaning up. 

Fingers thread themselves into his hair, gripping gently, pulling his head into L’s chest. The fingers rub at his scalp, making Light keen. L leans down, his breath tickling his ear, sending a shiver down Light’s spine.

“You’re doing so good,” L whispers, despite no one else being around. The praise adds to everything and suddenly it’s all too much, Light attaches his teeth to L’s shoulder to keep himself from being too loud. L winces, but doesn’t admonish Light, holding Light’s head tighter to himself. 

Skin still on fire, Light throws his arms around L, trying to get him closer. It’s not enough. He needs more. His skin yearns to be touched everywhere. Light’s pleasure builds until he feels it plateau right as he’s about to cum, groaning in frustration. Feeling bold, he grabs one of L’s hands off of his hip and guides it to his erection. The hand traces itself over Light’s cock, the touches imprinting into his skin, before L takes it in a firm grip. 

It keeps rising afterwards, as L’s hand glides over his cock in beat, and he feels himself clenching so much it’s painful, awaiting for his orgasm. It can’t build anymore than this, right? Opening his eyes, he looks down at L’s face. His usually fluffy hair lays sweaty around him on the pillow, with eyes closed shut, and his head turning to the side. He’s huffing with every thrust. 

“Please, L,” Light drags out in a whine, and L doesn’t correct him. L speeds up his hand, and Light finally feels himself arch as a tidal wave sweeps over him. 

As he’s cumming, he’s not sure whether to wring Misa’s neck or thank her. His orgasm is hard and fast, almost painful, as it slowly decreases in intensity. Slouching, not able to raise himself through his orgasm, he stares at the cum sprayed across L’s chest as he feels L still thrusting, causing Light to huff from the overstimulating, and Light is sure that he lost control of his brain for a couple of seconds. He’s sure his hips will be bruised in the morning with how desperate L is holding onto him. It makes him feel something he’s not sure he’s ever felt before. 

He hears L cum with a cry, and after sloppily raising him one more time, he feels the hands drop from his sides. They stay where they are as they come down from their highs. Light finally flops down beside L, feeling calmer.

The burning of his skin has lessened, but hasn’t diminished completely. It’s exasperating. His arms feel limp, and his body doesn’t want to move. It only takes a couple of minutes before he feels just as bad as before. 

“I think… I’m hard again,” L says, mumbling into his chest. 

“Yeah,” Light replies in agreement, before turning over to take L’s lips again. 

[doodle-pops]

Lord of Gondolin | Their S/O Having A Nightmare

Request: Could I ask for headcanons for the lord of gondolin where reader had a really bad dream involving them, maybe them being severely injured or something in between these lines, and when they wake up in the middle of the night they have to make sure the elf was alright saying things like "are you alright? Are you truly? I cannot lose you, please don't leave me! I need you, please" full on crying and all. Yes I woke up today and choose the pain but hey that's why angst to comfort exists right? Thank you Mina, and sorry if it's a little too much 🤗 - @lua-goaroundlife

Galdor

He’s an incredibly light sleeper, so the moment you begin tossing and turning a lot more than usual Galdor is up searching the room for a threat.

It’s when you fly up and start screaming Galdor’s name with tears streaming down your face, he reaches out to hold you.

Being a gentle person Galdor is going to reach out as though you are an injured flower in his garden that requires thoughtful attention and care.

He doesn’t have to do much with tugging you into his embrace because you had flung yourself into his arms, sobbing and weeping about not wanting him to leave you.

His heart breaks at the mention of you dreaming about him leaving and never coming back, especially with the looming threat of war.

Galdor is going to wrap the blanket around you and wipe your tears away while allowing your hands to touch his skin. For you to have a sense of security and awareness.

Not many words are going to be exchanged on his end, he’ll allow you to do the talk while humming and keeping you close. He’ll mostly excuse himself to grab some scented candles and tea to keep you calm.

For the rest of the night, he’ll stay up should you refuse to sleep and converse on lighter topics to prevent the return of negative thoughts.

Ecthelion

It’s the frantic shaking and the feeling of water falling on his skin that makes him fly out of his sleep and comes face-to-face with a distraught you.

The broken cries and words of ‘don’t die, please don’t leave me’ and ‘stay with me, you’re alive’ brings him completely out of his sleepy trance. Sleep is gone from his mind and caring for you is all that matters.

He’s trying his best to calm your erratic state, first by reducing your tear by showing you that he’s alive and well, and then with a song.

A familiar tune he sings for you every night while cradling and stroking your hair, drying all the tears and rubbing your back, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head.

Ecthelion will allow you to squeeze him as tightly as possible for as long as you wish. If you require to hold him like your life depended on it for the rest of the night, he’ll allow you.

Lying atop his chest, listening to his heartbeat to calm your senses and bring you back to light. Giving you a sense of self-assurance and presence.

His heart is broken knowing that there is a possibility of your words coming to life with the ever-impending doom of Morgoth hovering in the background, so he does everything to make the situation light and stress-relieving.

He might make a few light jokes in his usual style of joking and stay up the rest of the night to watch over you whether you choose to return to sleep or not.

Glorfindel

He understands your fear and nightmares more than anyone else and has experienced them for years since his return, furthermore, he knows that this isn’t the first time you’ve suffered them.

Practically an expert in the matter and manner of handling your nightmare sessions and is always on standby, hence why he sleeps lightly. So, the most he senses is your frantic sobbing and erratic breathing, he’s already on it.

The process is the same where he’d walk you over to the balcony for some cool air to aid your breathing and soothe your senses.

You’ll be curled up in his arms, cocooned and swaddled like a baby, listening to the sounds of his heartbeat to bring you back to reality. He has the entire process memorized from start to end, so he knows what you’ll say and ask.

He’s already comforting you and reassuring your dizzy mind that he’s here and isn’t leaving to go anywhere.

You are completely safe and sound with him and no Balrogs are going to drag him off a cliff. Glorfindel even allows you to squeeze as tightly as necessary for encouragement.

A few songs would be hummed during the night and knowing him, he’s going to make lots of jokes to lift your spirits and bring a smile to that tearful face. He hates to see you cry, so that’s the first thing he wipes away.

Like the others, he too stays awake until you fall asleep and he mostly prefers you return to sleep to get your rest.

Egalmoth

Your whimpering and sobbing are what throw his dreams off because you don’t wake him, but instead, sit there crying and he’s confused about why he’s hearing you crying in his dreams.

The minute he turns around and notices you slumped and wiping away your tears is the same time he flies from his position and hovers with questions rolling off his tongue.

His eyes are searching the room for any signs of danger while begging you to tell him of your worries to ease his.

Tenderly tugging you into his arms and stroking your hair, his voice becomes softer as he uses a term of endearment to address you. He’ll even nuzzle his nose into your wet cheeks while attempting to hold back his tears.

He hates to see you crying and does not know the reason or is unable to remove or fix the issue, so he’s begging you to break your reason to him. Once you do, his heart shatters.

Egalmoth knew nightmares can be terrifying, but he couldn’t believe you would have such dreams about him dying and leaving you alone.

You were living in times of peace, so to him, why would you dream such horrendous things. It upsets him more than it does with you that you’re having dreams like that. He doesn’t really know what to say except calm you.

Tries his hardest to soothe you that he isn’t going anywhere and he’s here to stay forever at your side.

Rog

He would be returning from a late-night forging session and already planning to take a hot bath, have dinner and hit the pillows, however, when he hears your whimpering through the door, he forgets his plans.

Bursting through the door ready to fight the intruder, he comes face-to-face with you sitting in bed sniffling and wiping your tears away. He can tell you’ve been crying for a long time from the puffiness of your eyes.

Rog would forget that he’s sweaty and requires a bath and rush to hug your weeping figure. His giant body provides that extra bit of warmth and security letting you know that he’s here and not leaving.

Very much hates seeing you cry over nightmares like that after you inform him of your dream. “Hey, why would you believe that I would leave you? Mírё, you know I would never leave you; don’t believe that. I’m here aren’t I?”

The scent of metal and smoke doesn’t even bother you, all that matters is that he was there at your side proving to you that he was real and here to stay.

Tenderly stroking your hair and whispering soft words of comfort, Rog isn’t the type to outrightly sing or hum a song for you, so he’ll simply rock you back and forth while chatting away.

Probably brings up some old conversations about your planned future to put a smile on your face and help you to see that he’s here.

Maeglin

Wasn’t sleeping when he heard you sound as though you were fighting and struggling in your sleep. Eye darting over to observe your body language, he’d grow wary when you fell silent before shooting out of bed.

Screaming at his side of the bed and calling his name, asking for him to not leave you and stay would get him running over to your side.

Maeglin is another person who understands what your nightmare feels like because he too has begged for particular persons to never leave him. He used to get them with you at the start of your relationship.

So, he knows how to deal with yours after remembering how you helped him. Lots of tea and incense is prepared to reduce your erratic and frantic self. He’ll sit you over by the fireplace and swaddle you in blankets, never staying out of your sight.

Constantly chatting with you on cheerful topics, like your future and life outside of Gondolin. He’s patient and understanding on the matter because it isn’t something that you can easily erase, it takes time.

Maeglin doesn’t mind staying up all night into the dawn to keep your mind secure and prevent it from running off into the land of terror again. But what he isn’t going to let you do is deny yourself rest.

If he has to mix herbal teas to have you fall asleep, he would. He still wants for you to have peaceful dreams like you wished for him.

Masterlist

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[fayestardust]

Telescope

Usually, on the days that Sid pours over his medical journals to try to commit them to memory, Eugene is calm. He’ll read somewhere close by and bring him cups of tea and a sandwich when it’s been too long since Sid has eaten anything.

Lately, though, he’s been a whirlwind of activity. Sid doesn’t question when Eugene leaves the house in a hurry, because he’s glad that he’s outside in the fields or, presumably, down in the village, seeing actual human beings and pray-tell, socialising.

Today is another one of those days.

The sun’s going down when Sid hears Eugene - or rather the drop of his bike onto the lawn - as he returns home for the second time that day. He looks up from the writing desk in time to see him come in, carrying a brown-paper square package and another, rather oddly-sized, cylinder parcel.

“Hey,” he greets him, an eyebrow raised as he observes him.

Eugene jumps the tiniest bit, almost like he’s forgotten Sid lives here too, but breaks into a smile immediately. “Hey,” he replies.

“Whatcha doing?” Sid asks, nodding at the packages that Eugene struggles to hold.

Again, Eugene seems to be confused for a second before replying. “Oh. Something from the post-office. Tell you later. How goes the studying?”

Sid half-smiles at Eugene’s lack of answer and then stretches, loudly. “Oh, it’s going. Bit tedious.”

Eugene smiles. “Give me an hour and then we can go do something fun.”

“Okay.”

Sid watches Eugene disappear, most likely to the garage, where he’s got ‘a project. A secret project’.

It’s dark when Eugene comes back into the living room and snaps on some other lights besides the desk lamp Sid has turned on. The change in luminosity makes Sid blink.

“Are you ready for a reward for all that hard studying?” Eugene asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer, dragging Sid out of his chair.

“Woah. I guess,” he chuckles, “Where we going?”

“I have a surprise.”

Not so surprising is that Eugene pulls Sid along, out of the house and into the connected garage. It’s got the car in it, of course, and for a second Sid wonders what the hell they’re doing here, until Eugene directs him towards something next to it.

Sid’s eyes widen. “Eugene, is that a?-“

“A telescope! Yup,” Eugene beams, “Built it myself.”

Sid looks at Eugene and then approaches the telescope. The oddly-sized parcel wasn’t in fact a parcel, then, just the tubing Eugene used to build… a telescope.

“The lens and mirror came today, all the way from California. And I had the wrong size tube before, but I think this will work now.”

“Eugene, that’s amazing, How did you -“

“Let’s take it outside and see if it works!”

The sky hasn’t been this clear in a long time. At least Sid doesn’t remember it. Or maybe it just looks clearer through a telescope. Eugene sits in the grass a couple feet away, watching Sid. His voice is quiet when he speaks.

“You know, the stars always comforted me, during the war. Because I knew that even though we were thousands of miles apart, you were looking at them too.”

[shadow-bringer-ao3]

Edo Tensei and It's Equivalents

5.

Tobirama sighs, sorting through the pile of paperwork that had been left at his desk while he was out at lunch. Some of it he recognizes from Hashirama’s desk, likely the man’s desperate attempt to have less work. He sets that aside- Hashirama knows well and good not to shuck anything urgent off onto him -and turns his attention to his work. Most of them are simple reports on the various projects he’s started up around the growing village but there are a few applications from clans reaching out, hoping to join the alliance. Thankfully, his secretary knows him well enough to sort it by what he classifies as urgent. He makes his way through it all steadily, frowning when he comes across several instances of Izuna causing trouble for the village. Though he understands that his rival has known nothing but war his entire life, the other is really going too far. The war is over and Izuna should know at least when to give up a losing battle.

An inkpot, thankfully empty, clatters as it tips over. Tobirama watches as it rolls to the edge of his desk, only moving to keep it from shattering on the floor. He puts it back down carefully. There was no reason that should have happened. It wasn’t unbalanced and it’s too heavy for the light breeze to have knocked it over. He stares at it for a few more moments. Just as he’s about to return to his work, it rocks again. Not enough to tip over but enough to be noticeable. The papers under his hands flutter slightly as if both they and the inkpot are reacting to some outside force.

How curious.

There’s not chakra in the air, or at least no more than usual, so there’s certainly not some invisible shinobi bothering him but there is something. He keeps watch but nothing more happens the entire time it takes for him to finish the paperwork. If it happens again, maybe he’ll bring it up to Hashirama.

(It happens again. He keeps it to himself.)

Izuna has been acting strangely recently. He has still been irrationally angry, of course, but beyond that, he has simply been… weird. Tobirama can think of no other way to explain it. At times, he will catch the Uchiha heir staring not at him but near him as if there’s someone standing next to him. The few times he has followed Izuna’s not-quite-glare, there has been no one there. The first few times, Tobirama had assumed Izuna had double vision whether because of a head injury or because he decided to get drunk.

Of course, that went out the window when he accidentally stumbled upon Izuna arguing with a wall. More specifically, the general area in front of the wall. The strangest thing about that particular instance was the way Izuna’s eyes tracked across the room like he really was talking to an actual person and not just an empty room. It reminds him, inexplicably, of those scant moments where his inkwell moved and shifted on its own.

When, again, Tobirama finds Izuna’s eyes tracking across a room, it’s during a meeting. Again, there is nothing there to watch. Izuna gets progressively more irritated as the meeting wears on, not exactly a new occurrence, and yet it happens faster than usual. Then, when he deigns to offer his insight, he oftentimes says something that has already been said or that otherwise gives away that he had missed part of the conversation.

Tobirama wonders what he can see and hear that the rest of them can’t.

"The other countries are making their own villages," Mito says once they settle down with their tea. Tobirama sighs. Part of him had expected this but another part had been hoping that he was wrong and that this would just be a nice, calm time between friends.

"I know," he says.

"They won’t be content staying within their borders."

"I know." Tobirama glances away from Mito, watching the growing village out of the nearby window. He’d do just about anything to protect this, he thinks.

"Hashirama might be an idiot but he’s not stupid. We’ll have to bring this up to him eventually." Mito eyes him. "You can’t deal with everything on your own, Tobirama."

"...I know."

Despite what most people think, Tobirama doesn’t hate the Uchiha. He gets along well enough with both Madara and Hikaku and has nothing against the rest of the clan. It’s only Izuna who he can’t get along with. Somehow, his lack of hatred for the Uchiha got out. It’s the only reason he can think of for Uchiha Kagami to have pushed his way into Tobirama’s lessons with his team.

Remarkably, the boy seems to level out his team despite his overwhelming energy. He gets along with them all, even drawing the reclusive Danzo into team activities. It… reminds him a lot of Wuxian. The man had always been able to draw people in, even with the language barrier. Admittedly, that’s likely the reason he takes a shine to Kagami so swiftly.

Now, the six of them are sitting in a circle, playing some sort of game with a set of twenty smooth stones that Kagami had fished from the river. He doesn’t bother them, wanting them to be able to enjoy the childhood Tobirama never got.

For now, he’ll let them enjoy themselves. It’s a hot day anyway- too hot for them to go through their usual training. (A lie, of course. All of them know ways to cool themselves off and Kagami, like any Uchiha, is hardly affected by the heatwave.)

Honestly, he should have expected it. Izuna had been getting exceedingly hostile the more time has passed. However, Tobirama hadn’t thought that the attempt on his life would be so blatant.

The only reason he hadn’t gotten more seriously injured was because something- pushed Izuna’s wrist away at the last second. Tobirama had had front row seats as the frustration washed over Izuna’s features. Then his self-proclaimed rival vanished into the forest, Madara and Hashirama too shell shocked to stop him.

There was a pressure against his wound, strange and foreign. Flickering as if unstable. The blood wasn’t flowing quite right, either. Well, at least what- or whoever has been haunting him isn’t malevolent.

"Tobirama!" Madara and Hashirama chorus, like the particularly useless lumps of drama they are. Both are panicking despite the fact that the wound is far from lethal and that one of them is the most capable healer around. Honestly, how have they both survived to this point? He waves them both off, finally pushing himself to his feet. Immediately, the pressure on his wound vanishes. He replaces it with his own hand.

"If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find my team. The children are far more useful than the pair of you," Tobirama says blandly. He can almost hear the laughter of his childhood friend at Madara’s wordless screeches and Hashirama’s overdramatic wails.

"I see you’re the one that stole Kagami," Madara says as he comes up beside Tobirama. The kids are sparing half-heartedly in front of them as a warm-up. He snorts.

"I didn’t steal him- he appeared one day and I haven’t been able to get rid of him," Tobirama says drily. He tilts to the side to avoid a wayward blast of fire, giving Madara a significant look. The Uchiha is unashamed of his clan’s pyromania.

"Either way," the man says, "we’ve been wondering…" Madara trails off. When Tobirama glances at him, he’s staring off at the forest. He follows the look, finding nothing much of note besides a dying plant.

"Madara?" Tobirama says, turning back to his companion. Madara blinks, coming out of his strange daze, and turns black eyes on him.

"I…" Madara hesitates, glances back at the woods. "I thought I saw something." Tobirama snorts, remembering the times Izuna clearly saw things that weren’t there. Maybe it runs in the family.

"So lonely your imagination is making you friends?" He teases. Madara snaps out of his funk then, sending him a sharp glare.

"See if I ever help you again," he threatens, stalking away. Moments later, Kagami bounds up to him.

"Where’s Madara-sama going?" He asks curiously.

"To pout," he answers, laughing when Madara turns back one last time to flip him off.

Whatever has been haunting him, whether it’s been some strange spirit or a legitimate ghost (and stories of those linger from the long nights he had once spent with his mother), has been growing stronger. At times, he feels a brush against his arm, the hair-raising feeling of someone leaning over his shoulder even when there’s no one there. He’ll see flickers in the corner of his eyes of something dark and red and silver. It’s disconcerting but he knows that whatever it is means no harm. At most, it’s too playful and curious.

Several times now it has left his office or house a mess, clearly trying to do something but not yet powerful enough to hold objects for more than a few seconds at a time. It has made those that don’t know him well avoid him and those that know him too well (know of edo tensei, of his attempts to bring the dead back) wary and suspicious. Of all those around him, only his team and Madara are relatively unaffected. Even Touka has begun to give him searching, knowing looks despite being entirely wrong in her assumptions. Whatever this is, it wasn’t caused by him (he doesn’t think).

Of course, Kagami and Madara are jumpy, clearly more connected to this thing than anyone else has been besides Izuna and maybe Tobirama himself. Perhaps it’s a proximity thing; both of them practically live with him at this point, like the leeches they are. (He and Madara haven’t spoken on it yet, still too raw from years of war, Izuna’s near-death and later betrayal a gaping wound between them. He wonders what could have been, in another world.)

The Kyuubi bears down upon them suddenly, on a day meant to be peaceful. Tobirama sets his children on the village, protecting civilians, children, and themselves. He speeds towards where Hashirama and Madara and Mito’s chakra are clashing wildly with a dark, oozing chakra that he doesn’t recognize as Izuna’s until he spots the wayward Uchiha. He recognizes the seal Mito is painting along the ground with blood-ink and pretends he doesn’t (pretends it’s not an inverse of the seal he had once used to summon Wuxian to his side, a seal now tattooed along his arms in some desperate attempt to keep his friend and saviour close).

"Izuna!" Madara screams, as heart-rending as it had been that moment on the battlefield, where he had the ability to kill Izuna and hesitated. (There was something else going on then, something just as dark and oppressing as the kitsune in front of him now, so similar to Wuxian that last time they had seen each other.) Izuna doesn’t hesitate. Tobirama refuses to do so either.

Madara is the one to strike the last blow.

He has never seen Madara so broken, so quiet.

(He knows, he has lost his chance to love the man for good.)

He gave his team, his children, time enough to escape. Torifu is injured but not seriously so; hopefully it will be enough.

It has to be enough.

His invisible, insubstantial follower is trying to help, slowing and taking the power out of attacks, knocking aside anything they can manage. It’s only delaying the inevitable. The Gold and Silver brothers are too powerful for a nearly dead shinobi and ghost to take on alone. (And it is a ghost; since the Kyuubi, they have gotten powerful enough to recognize Wuxian in those short flickers and he mourns for the friend he had never realized he had by his side.)

He falls and the ghost explodes, bijuu-esque chakra flaring outward strong enough to send the brothers flying. Tobirama isn’t strong enough to stand. There’s a hole in his lung, his throat, his side, and not even Hashirama could save him, if his brother were still alive. He blinks, drowning in his own blood, drowning for the first time in his life, and Wuxian is over him, skin pale, dressed in those same unwieldy robes.

"Ki-ds," he chokes, and Wuxian makes a broken noise, voice filled with power that’s no help here.

"Please," Wuxian begs, "please, you’re all I have left, please…"

I’m sorry, Tobirama thinks, words impossible now. He can’t see, all dark where the light once burned. I’m sorry, he thinks, and can’t help but hope Wuxian will make sure that his kids make it home.

He refuses to see them again so soon.

Part 4 | Part 6

[lilyvandersteen]

Home Away From Home Chapter 6: Time To Go Home

Chapter summary:

Blaine turns the leisure centre into a success story. Will his brother ruin things? Not with Kurt around. (Warning: this chapter contains smut.)

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage!

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Chapter 6: Time to Go Home

“What am I going to do?” Blaine wailed.

“Do about what?” asked a very familiar voice, and Blaine wheeled around wide-eyed. Inspector Hummel! And Inspector Abrams! And here Blaine was making a scene in front of them. How unprofessional! Better get himself back under control.

While Blaine worked on appearing calm and unruffled, Tina told the inspectors about the bachelor party Blaine was organising for David’s brother. “And now the bride has decided she wants to have her bachelorette party there at the same time, so that she can keep an eye on her guy. Only there’s nothing for her to do.”

Inspector Abrams whistled low, and Inspector Hummel’s eyebrows went up. “Will this be here at the hotel?”

“No, no,” Blaine hurried to explain. “Remember we went to check out those industrial buildings?”

And he went on to tell the inspector all his plans for the buildings.

“We’ve been working so hard to get everything ready in time, and now Colleen goes and ruins it all,” he complained.

The inspector hummed. “So you didn’t plan on any activities more tailored to women, that’s the problem? And this Colleen and her friends are not into graffiti and escape rooms and the like?”

Blaine sighed and shook his head.

“Did you have any plans for the grounds in between the buildings?” Inspector Hummel asked.

Blaine shrugged. “Apart from a parking lot? Not really. Well, I was thinking of a karting track, but I’m not sure there’s enough space. Or padel courts?”

“No. No, no, no. You don’t want to do that. Too noisy. The mayor lives two streets away. If your new project bothers him in any way, he’ll put a stop to it. Better make sure all the buildings have top-notch acoustic insulation, so that the indoors activities don’t bother anyone either.”

Blaine grabbed his leisure centre checklist and jotted that down. “So what do you suggest for the grounds?”

What the inspector had in mind was nothing less than genius. The biggest building on the site had a huge carport attached to it, big enough for five or six trucks to stand under. This carport could be expanded and turned into a patio.

“Just add fairy lights, lounge furniture and some potted plants, and you’re all set. You can serve high tea, and you can give workshops. Accessorising like a pro. Quick and elegant hairstyles. Stress reduction techniques. How to create your own perfume. How to make your own face cream with all-natural ingredients. How to grow your own vegetables with minimal effort using the square foot gardening system. I’d be happy to help you make the raised beds for that, and you can turn it into another programme for school children.”

Blaine gaped at Inspector Hummel. “That sounds amazing! Only… Who’d give the workshops? I don’t know how to do any of that stuff!”

Tina laughed. “If she’s not too busy, Quinn could do the hairstyling workshop, she’s great at that. And I’d ask Unique for the accessorising workshop.”

The inspector’s mouth became a thin line and his eyes flashed as he told Blaine that he could give any of the workshops he’d enumerated.

“But… Why would you?” Blaine blurted out.

For the first time, he saw the inspector hesitate, his usual poise and self-assurance wavering, and then, haltingly, explain that he wanted some changes in his life. Maybe a career switch. And that he very much liked Blaine’s new project, and wanted to take part in it.

Wow.

You could have knocked Blaine down with a feather.

And yet, now that he thought about it, the inspector would make an excellent workshop manager. The guy was a perfectionist, yes, and maybe not the best team player, but his extensive practical knowledge and experience offset that.

So he was quick to say, “You are welcome aboard. Only, you might not want to give up your day job just yet. We’re only just starting out, and there’s no knowing if it will be a hit.”

“We’ll make a promo video!” Inspector Abrams suggested. “That will bring in customers all right.”

So instead of taking the inspectors on a tour around the hotel, Blaine took them to the soon to be leisure centre, and showed them around there.

Of course, that led Inspector Hummel to point out all the flaws he saw, but Blaine had counted on that, bringing his clipboard and jotting down the improvements the inspector suggested.

Inspector Abrams loved the parkour park and was quick to try out a ramp or two. He had suggestions, too, mostly about making the leisure centre accessible.

Blaine nodded and made a note of everything. It would mean more work, but the end result would be better, and he was all in favour of that.

Jeff and Nick were working on one of the escape rooms and were only too happy to show and explain everything. They got on with Inspector Abrams like a house on fire, and soon were discussing new themes and stories for more escape rooms.

“More?” Blaine squeaked. “We don’t have room for more!”

“Well, not here, no, but you’re not going to stop, right?” Jeff asked. “You’re going to buy more unloved buildings and give them a fantabulous make-over, right?”

Blaine frowned. “Jeff, I don’t have the money for that. This all belongs to Cooper, you know.”

“You can talk him into it, I know you can,” Jeff cajoled him.

Blaine saw everyone nod enthusiastically.

“Uhm… I’ll think about it,” he hedged. “Let’s first get this leisure centre up and running, okay? There’s still so much to be done!”

With the two inspectors on board, Blaine’s to do list kept getting longer, but fortunately, more and more people turned up to help out.

Some of them were sent his way by the hotel staff or by Tina’s friends and acquaintances.

Others came because they had heard about the good fortune of the former squatters and wanted to try their own luck.

The Warblers were a big help, too, as well as their parents.

David’s father, who ran a big chain of hardware stores, sold Blaine all the supplies he needed at cost. Wes’ mother, who had an insurance firm, advised Blaine on all the insurances he needed for his new venture, and made sure he got the best price.

Many Warblers lived in the neighbourhood and were only too happy to pitch in with whatever work needed doing so that Jim could have an epic bachelor party.

The day of the event itself dawned sunny and clear, and after helping with the morning run at the hotel, Blaine hurried to the leisure centre for the last check-up and some finishing touches.

Everything had come together wonderfully well, and Blaine was so happy about that he spontaneously started to sing as he put table cloths and vases with freshly cut flowers on the tables in the patio.

Suddenly, other voices joined in, and Blaine turned around and smiled at Jeff and Nick. They’d also brought Inspector Abrams, who explained he wanted to shoot more footage for the promo video during the bachelor party.

“That way, the viewers get to see people enjoying everything that’s on offer here. Do you think your friends would mind getting filmed?”

Blaine shook his head. “Nah. I’ll ask them, but I don’t think so. I don’t know about Colleen and her friends, though. They might mind.”

“Okay. I’ll focus on the guys today, and we’ll film the patio stuff some other time. I know a guy at the local TV station, and he’s agreed to use this footage in his weekend programme. He always talks about new places opening up – restaurants and bars and the like – and gives tips about what to do in the weekend – festivals and events. This place fits in perfectly.”

The bachelor party was an absolute hit, and on the bachelorette side, the ladies seemed content with the scrumptious food Millie Rose had prepared for them and listened raptly to what Inspector Hummel taught them.

Instead of checking on Jim every five minutes, Colleen stayed in her seat, gleaming with pride when Inspector Hummel praised the face cream she’d made as the smoothest one of the bunch.

After two workshops, lots of dainty finger food, tea and champagne, Colleen did venture inside, but mostly to gush to Jim what a wonderful time she’d been having.

“Sweetie, is there any way we could end the evening together?” she asked him.

Jim, who had enjoyed all of the activities Blaine and the others had organised for him and who was just about to sit down and have some wings and beer, shrugged good-naturedly. “The more, the merrier.”

Colleen beamed at him and puckered her lips for a kiss. “So what will we do?”

Blaine quickly suggested. “Karaoke? Wes was just saying all that this party lacked was some singing.”

“Perfect!” squealed Colleen, and ran outside to go tell her friends.

“Okay, does anyone know someone close by who has a karaoke machine and wouldn’t mind lending it to us?” Blaine shouted over the din at the bar.

“My friend Rachel has one,” Inspector Hummel said. “I’ll go get it. Be right back.”

And so the night ended with karaoke, and though everyone had fun, Blaine saw to it that Jim didn’t get too drunk, as per the bride’s instructions.

The next day, at the wedding, everyone who’d been at the joint bachelor/bachelorette party came to thank him and to tell him they’d certainly come back to his leisure centre. “And isn’t it great that we made it onto Gavin’s weekend show? My mom couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw me on TV!”

The father of the bride, Mr. Walters, also came to have a chat with Blaine. Apparently, he’d heard from Jeff that Blaine wanted to turn his new venture into a chain of leisure centres.

“If you want some help deciding on new locations and finding cheap buildings, come to me, boy. I’m in the real estate business, and nobody’s got a better eye for a bargain than me. Here’s my card.”

Blaine accepted the business card with a nod, and did not mention his lack of capital. For all he knew, Cooper might be persuaded, and then this connection could come in handy.

Mr. Walters now intercepted a tall and distinguished-looking grey-haired gentleman who’d been walking by.

“Hey, Smythe, come and meet Blaine Anderson, the guy who bought the industrial block that used to be yours and turned it into the leisure centre all the young ones here are raving about. I’m hearing good things about the hotel he’s bought too. That was yours as well, wasn’t it?”

Smythe? As in the father of El Jerk Supremo?

And yes, it was. Following behind his father, guzzling champagne, was Smythe Junior.

Blaine shot him a glare, but he didn’t even seem to notice.

In the meantime, Smythe Sr. acknowledged having owned the property. “Gave it to my son here, to make something of it, but he just let it all fall into ruin, and resented me for giving him such useless property. But you see, son, when you apply yourself, you can make something of it. Well done, boy. What was your name again?”

“Blaine Anderson, sir.”

“Anderson… Anderson… Are you related to George Anderson?” Smythe Sr. asked.

Blaine nodded. “That’s my father, sir.”

“His youngest, are you? You make your father proud. Chip off the old block, that’s what you are. You’ve got what it takes to make it far. Brains and guts and drive. Not like this one here!”

Smythe Sr. glared at his son, who shrugged, the very picture of boredom.

“You don’t care what I say? Well, maybe you will start to care when I cut you off! I’ve given you too much leeway for too long. You’re a lazy good-for-nothing, but if you think you’re going to sponge off me your whole life, you’ve got another think coming. You won’t get another dime from me, and as of last week, you’re written out of my will, too, so don’t count on getting an inheritance. The money will be going to charities.”

That woke Smythe up with a vengeance. “You can’t do that!”

“I can, and I have. I’m taking your Jaguar too, and your credit card has been cancelled. It’s past time for you to grow up, find yourself a job, and learn to make ends meet.”

Smythe looked like he wanted to throttle his father. Then he turned to Blaine and hissed, “This is all your fault! I’ll get you back for showing me up, I swear!”

Then he threw his champagne glass on the ground and stalked off.

Smythe Sr. sighed. “His mother always spoiled him rotten. Only child, you know how that goes. She died of cancer two years ago, and Sebastian took it hard. That’s why I gave him time to prove himself. But all he ever does is party with celebrities, drink and do drugs and get into trouble, and I’m so sick of it. At least without money, he will have no other choice than to sober up.”

Shaken by the scene he’d just witnessed and by the threat he’d received, Blaine politely excused himself and went outside for some fresh air.

Five minutes later, Tina found him there. He’d brought her along to the wedding as his date, but had lost sight of her once Mr. Walters started talking to him.

“Hey, are you all right? Wasn’t that Smythe I saw you talking to?”

“And his father.”

“Ugh.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“You want to get out of here?” Tina offered.

“Yes. Tina? I want to go back to New York.”

“We still have two weeks before the new school year starts.”

“I know. I just feel like it’s time to wrap things up and hand over the reins, you know. Mr. and Mrs. Evans can run the hotel, and Jeff and Nick can run the leisure centre.”

Tina put her head on Blaine’s shoulder for a moment. “Then that’s what we’ll do. Let’s wrap things up with a party. Artie can bring his friend Gavin from the TV station, so that we can plan the grand re-opening of the hotel with the Evanses, ‘cause we might not be around for that anymore. Ugh, I’m so going to miss everyone here!”

“Especially a certain inspector, huh?” Blaine teased her.

“We used to date, Artie and I. In high school. It didn’t last, but we’ve always stayed good friends. We’ve kept in touch. And now… Well… I think I’d like to try dating him again. And it’s not just me. He wants it too. Says he’s thinking about chucking in his job and going to film school, in New York.”

“Wow. I’m happy for you, Tay-Tay. He seems like a good guy.”

“The best. Hey, what do you think of his colleague? Artie says he’s got a crush on you.”

Blaine laughed. “Mr. Nitpicker? You must be joking.”

“We’ll invite him to the wrap-up party and give him some alcohol, that will loosen him up, and then maybe he’ll say he looooooves you!”

Blaine shook his head, chuckling. “Now who’s had a few too many? Come on, let’s go to the hotel and get some sleep.”

K&B

When the wrap-up party was in full swing, Blaine’s phone rang, and it turned out to be Cooper.

“So how are things going, squirt? Pretty well, I’d say. Wes sent me a link to that promo video you did for the leisure centre, and it was great! I can’t wait to come and test out your escape rooms!”

Blaine laughed and promised Cooper that he could come and try them out any time.

“Show me the hotel, would you?” Coop asked. “I’m sure you’ve worked wonders there as well!”

Blaine took the iPad through the whole building, showing Cooper everything they’d done and telling him about everyone who’d helped.

When Cooper had gotten the whole tour, Blaine went back to the lounge, where everyone was celebrating with a glass of bubbly and a scrumptious cake Marley’s mom had made.

“Doesn’t the hotel look fabulous?” Blaine asked his brother. “Now get your ass here pronto, our we’ll have the grand re-opening without you!”

Behind Blaine, everyone cheered.

Cooper laughed. “Well, you’ve certainly done a great job with the place. It looks amazing. No wonder Smythe asked if I’d sell it back to him.”

Blaine’s stomach plummeted. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

“Well, of course I didn’t, Smythe would only offer me half of what I paid him in the first place, so I said no dice!”

Blaine felt nauseous with relief, his knees going weak at the thought, at the very real possibility of Cooper selling the hotel again.

Then it began to sink in how close they’d come to losing everything they’d worked so hard for, and relief made way for anger thrumming through him so hard his hands started to shake.

“Also because you PROMISED not to make any more important financial decisions without consulting me first, right?” he yelled. “Not to mention that my friends and I have spent several months whipping this place into shape for YOU, not for that smirky meerkat Smythe!”

Cooper’s smile slid off his face, and he was quick to nod. “Right. Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“Bet that never crossed your mind, did it?”

Icy venom dripped off Blaine’s words, and finally, it seemed to sink in for Cooper that he had something to apologise for. “Sorry, bro. I didn’t think…”

“You never do,” Blaine interrupted him, “that’s how we got here in the first place. And as usual, I bust my ass trying to fix the problem you’ve caused, and instead of thanking me, you almost sell the now completely renovated building again for a pittance. This is the last straw. I swear, Coop, this is the LAST time I’ll ever help you out. From now on, you can fix your disasters all by yourself. Maybe that will teach you to think before you do something.”

For a minute, you could hear a pin drop. Nobody spoke or so much as moved a muscle. Even Quinn and Puck’s daughter Beth, who had been dancing around minutes ago, waving a brightly coloured flaglet and singing at the top of her voice, was now looking at Blaine’s iPad as though Coop had kicked her puppy.

Cooper’s face in the Skype window was the palest and the most serious Blaine had ever seen it.

Then Coop said, “Blaine… Little brother…”

“Spare me your brother spiel,” Blaine snarled at him. “You always conveniently forget you have a brother, except when you need me to bail out your ass! When have you ever helped me out in return, huh? You know very well Father has cut me off ever since he found out I was gay. I’ve told you time and again I have to work three jobs to be able to study in NYC and to pay my share of the rent in a tiny apartment, and that living like that is gruelling. Has it ever occurred to you to give me some money to make things easier for me? No, it hasn’t. You’ve made millions, so you should have plenty to spare. But you’ve never given me a dime. You know I dream of becoming an actor, and have gone to plenty of auditions. Have you ever thought of putting in a good word for me? No, you haven’t. You only ever think about yourself, and I’m sick of it.”

Cooper looked stricken. Clearly, the idea that he could do something useful for Blaine had never occurred to him.

“You have one week, Cooper. One week to get here and take over. I need to get back to New York, and whether you show up or not, I’m going. So sort out your stuff there, wherever you are at the moment, and come home. Bye.”

Blaine closed the Skype window and switched off the iPad, his hands still shaking slightly as he struggled to keep his temper under control.

“He always was an idiot, wasn’t he?” David laughed, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. “Remember that time he sold his whole Star Wars collection to Wes for just fifty dollars?”

Blaine squared his jaw and glared at his friend. “Vividly, yes, ‘cause it was MY Star Wars collection he sold. Not his.”

David took one look at Blaine’s murderous expression and stopped laughing. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh! When Coop makes a mess of things, the one who tends to bear the consequences is me. He’s always screwing up my life one way or another, and then he walks away whistling while I get to pick up the pieces.”

Blaine took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it didn’t work. He was so angry he saw red.

“But this time, he didn’t mess up, right?” David said. “He didn’t sell the hotel back to that asshole.”

“This time, we escaped by the skin of our teeth, because that slimy miser offered him too little money. But he very well might have sold the place again without consulting me first. Even though he PROMISED to do so. And even though he knows we’ve been working our asses off for over two months to turn this place into a decent hotel. Ugh. This is the last time I ever sort out one of Cooper’s mistakes. Finito. When I think of all the effort we’ve made here, getting constant criticism and having to bend over backwards so as not to lose our hotel licence for good, and he could have thrown that down the drain and given it all away again for peanuts… Aaaargh, it makes my blood boil. He’s so lucky he’s still at the other side of the world right now.”

“I’m sure he meant well,” Wes said.

If Blaine could have breathed fire, he would have done so at that point. Instead, he just looked down at his toes, clenching and unclenching his fists and telling himself not to yell at his friends, who’d helped and supported him with everything they had, and who deserved better than to bear the brunt of Blaine’s anger.

Why did it always go like this? Any time Coop did something unforgivable, everyone went out of their way to come up with excuses for him, and told Blaine to forgive and forget.

Well, this would be the last time. From now on, Blaine had no brother. He’d block Cooper’s number, and he’d never speak to him again.

He felt a soft pressure on his arm, and looked up. It was Inspector Hummel.

“Come with me for a moment?” the inspector said, his voice softer than Blaine had ever heard it.

Uh-oh, now what?

Blaine followed him into the hallway.

“Is there any place we could talk without being overheard?” Inspector Hummel asked.

“Uhm, the room I’m staying in, with Tina. But that one hasn’t been renovated yet. I mean, there’s new windows and a better bed and all the big stuff has been done, but the old wallpaper is still there, peeling off the wall, and the adjoining bathroom hasn’t been spackled or painted yet, because we were focussing on the rooms where the hotel guests would be staying. But we will get round to it, I promise. It’s on the planning.”

Inspector Hummel nodded and followed Blaine.

Once they were in the room, the door firmly shut and locked, Blaine turned to the inspector. “What did you want to discuss? If this is about the leisure centre, Jeff and Nick have agreed to keep you on board for the workshops.”

Inspector Hummel shook his head. “No, no. It’s not that. I wanted to say… I’m sorry.”

That was the absolute last thing Blaine had expected to hear, so his answer was less than polished. “Uhm, what?”

“I misjudged you. In the beginning.”

Blaine continued to stare at Inspector Hummel in undisguised bafflement.

“I overheard you talking to your brother. And your friends.”

“Okay?”

“And it actually went as you said. Your brother who bought this on a whim and you who had to come here and get things in order.”

Blaine nodded warily, sure that there would be a “but” following any second now.

“I’m sorry I ever accused you of not taking this seriously. That may apply to your brother, but it has never applied to you. You’ve been compliant and hard-working from the start, doing everything you could to get this place up to par. I’m so glad Artie managed to convince me to give you and your team a second chance, and I must congratulate you on doing a fantastic job in so short a time.”

Blaine blinked a few times in quick succession.

Wow. A compliment from Mr. Nitpicker. Who’d have thought?

“Thank you,” he said.

“I hope your establishment will do well, from now on. Let’s hope your brother won’t interfere too much.”

Blaine smiled sourly. “Oh, he will. He’s sure to screw it all up royally as soon he sets foot in here. That’s the sad truth. I won’t be able to stop him. It’s his hotel, after all. When he arrives, I’ll hand the keys to him, and that will be that.”

“Après moi le déluge?”[1]

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re washing your hands of it?”

Blaine shook his head. “That’s what I would do if I didn’t care what happened to the hotel. But I do care. I’m dreading Coop taking over, because he’s just going to ruin everything I worked so hard for.”

Inspector Hummel bit his lip, looking like a bashful schoolboy all of a sudden. “And I made your job so much harder still, by constantly harassing you.”

Blaine shrugged. “No-one can blame you for doing your job. We had the same goals: making this hotel safe and healthy for the guests.”

“Exactly. But I treated you like an enemy that had to be battled at all costs.”

Blaine chuckled. “You were tough, no doubt about that, but I’ve never resented you for that. I’m just as much of a perfectionist as you are. Also, your advice helped me out a lot. You pointed things out that I would never have thought of, so I’m glad you took so much time to make sure everything here would be perfect.”

Now it was Inspector Hummel’s turn to look astonished. Soon, though, that expression melted away into a breath-taking smile.

“You’re much kinder than I would be were our roles reversed,” the inspector admitted. “And I may have spent more time here than was absolutely necessary, because… Because I like you.”

Before Blaine could react to that, the inspector was right in front of him, one hand gently cupping Blaine’s head.

“May I kiss you?” Inspector Hummel whispered.

Blaine’s mouth fell open.

Oh. Oh!!

“Y…Yes,” was all he managed to say before his mouth was claimed.

Inspector Hummel kissed like he did anything else: thoroughly and fervently.

Blaine had no idea how much time had passed when they resurfaced to take a breath.

“I thought you hated me!” he said to Inspector Hummel. It sounded more accusing than he meant it to come out.

The inspector dropped his gaze, and… Was that a blush?

“I felt attracted to you,” Inspector Hummel whispered, “right from the start. And I knew that if I let myself give in to that, I’d be less strict than I have to be. So I overdid it a bit. Was tougher on you than on anyone else.”

“Same here,” Blaine admitted. “I mean with the attraction, you know. I saw you, and bam, I wanted you. You are so hot. And you being so strict only made me want you more. I’ve had several dreams about you grabbing me by my tie and having your wicked way with me.”

Inspector Hummel grinned – actually grinned! – and grabbed Blaine’s tie, pushing Blaine softly but firmly against the wall. “Like this?”

Blaine felt his knees go weak and grabbed the inspector’s arms to stay upright, managing no more than a squeak in answer.

The inspector’s brows knitted together. “Was that too much?”

“No,” whispered Blaine, and he surged in for another kiss.

He felt hands slip beneath his shirt, exploring his back and caressing the tender skin there.

It made his body arch and his legs become jelly.

Blaine threw his head back and moaned when that led to soft lips mapping out his neck, because aaah, that was another sensitive area!

His hands grappled, trying to trace his partner’s torso and get under the layers to the skin.

“Tsk, tsk, no rumpling my clothes!”

His hands were taken in a strong grip and placed over his head.

“Keep them there!”

Blaine, his eyes glazing over as he thrilled to this display of dominance, panted, “I will.”

Hot breath washed over his ear. “Good boy.”

His dick instantly went from half-hard to straining against his jeans.

He closed his eyes and moaned again.

He felt wet heat on his earlobe, then a little nip that made him squeak, and a whisper. “Let me take care of you.”

“Please.”

The warm weight that had been holding his body against the wall disappeared, and Blaine whimpered as he sagged down a bit, his legs struggling to hold himself up.

“Patience!”

Nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt and then took it off. Blaine shivered a bit as the cold air hit his bare chest, and then felt a warm mouth tease his nipples until they pebbled, while the fingers made their way down, down, down, and cupped his dick, which was rock hard and desperate to be freed by now.

“You like this, don’t you? Me taking charge.”

It sounded both awed and smug.

Blaine whimpered again, hoping that he’d get some relief soon.

“Look at you, just begging for it…”

The pressure on his dick was featherlight and nowhere near enough, so Blaine pressed closer and bucked up against the hand holding him.

“Stay still, or I won’t let you come.”

Blaine locked his muscles in place and did his utmost not to move.

Another whisper in his ear. “Good boy.”

The button of his jeans popped, the zipper went down, ever so slowly, and then his jeans were tugged off.

Hands cupped his backside and fondled it, while a hot tongue licked a stripe on his boxers, and then another, wetting the fabric and making him tremble.

“You’re so beautiful like this.”

Now his boxers were tugged off, too, his dick springing loose, and aah, that felt good!

After a few lazy licks, his dick was enveloped in hot wet bliss, and Blaine had a hard time not bucking up because he needed to come and he needed it now.

He controlled himself, though, keeping still, and was rewarded with an expert blowjob that soon had him panting, “Please, please, please!”

The mouth on his dick was replaced with a hand, and a hoarse voice said “Come for me, babe.” That was all he needed to fall over the edge.

When his orgasm had ebbed away, he opened his eyes and smiled. “Your turn now.”

He crawled onto his bed on all fours, spreading his legs wide, and waited.

Behind him, he heard frantic rustling, and then a click and a squirt. A hand spread his ass cheeks open and lubed-up fingers reached inside.

At first, Blaine winced a little from oversensitivity anytime his prostate was hit, but soon, his dick sprang to attention again and he was more than ready for round two.

“May I…?”

For the first time, it sounded uncertain, and Blaine was quick with his reassurance. “Yes, yes, please!”

And then a warm weight pressed him down as he was slowly filled to the brim. He focussed on relaxing his muscles as much as he could.

“You okay?”

“Never better.”

A chuckle reverberated through him, and then a slip-slide movement started up and increased in pace until it was all Blaine could focus on, making him burn hotter and hotter and his panting come faster and faster.

A hand reached for Blaine’s dick, and it took only a few tugs for Blaine to come again. Behind him, he heard a bitten-off moan and all movement stilled.

Then they both flopped down on the bed, exhausted, their legs tangled and their noses touching, smiling at each other.

Blaine trailed his fingers over the inspector’s chest, chuckling to himself when he realised that he knew the man so intimately now yet he still didn’t know what else to call him than inspector.

“So…”

The inspector quirked an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“What’s your first name? I can’t keep calling you Inspector. Or, well, I can, if you’re into that, but…”

“It’s Kurt. Kurt Hummel.”

Blaine tried out the name. “It suits you.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “So glad you approve.”

“So…”

“My middle name is Elisabeth,” Kurt said.

Blaine laughed. “That’s not what I was going to ask. But okay. Mine is Devon, by the way.”

“I know. I made you show me your ID, remember?”

“Right.”

Kurt started playing with Blaine’s hair, and it made him want to curl up in a ball and purr.

“What were you going to ask?” Kurt asked.

Blaine bit his lip. “Please don’t bite my head off for asking, but… Was this supposed to be a one-time thing? ‘Cause I’m headed back to New York City, and your work is here, in Ohio.”

Kurt leaned up on his elbow and looked at Blaine, his eyes intent. “There are other jobs, but there’s only one you. Just say the word and I’ll come to NYC with you.”

Blaine sucked in a sharp breath. “You’d do that? For me? You barely know me!”

“I know enough,” Kurt said softly. “I know that you are hard-working, talented, kind and more loyal than your brother deserves. I know I’d be a fool to let you go. If you’ll have me, I’ll hand in my resignation today.”

“Well… I only have one more year to go before I graduate. So… You could wait? And I could come back? I was already planning on coming back during my Christmas break.”

“And fix what your brother has messed up in the meantime?” Kurt surmised.

Blaine let out a deep sigh. For a moment there, he’d forgotten all about Cooper. “Let’s hope he’ll get bored after a day or so and go off to New Zealand again.”

Kurt laughed. “That’s your best case scenario?”

Blaine glowered at the iPad on his nightstand. “You don’t know Cooper. Whenever he can mess things up, he will.”

“I got an inkling of that, yes,” said Kurt. “Still, I’m here to keep an eye on things. And I will, I promise.”

K&B

It took Cooper only two days to turn up. Miracle one.

And when he did, he pulled Blaine into a big hug and thanked him. Miracle two.

It wasn’t until Cooper handed him papers that said Blaine was the owner of the hotel and the leisure centre now that Blaine got an inkling there was another hand at work here.

Cooper would never have thought of that on his own.

When Blaine started prodding, Coop shuddered – actually shuddered – and told him his boyfriend was scary.

“My boyf… Oh! You mean Kurt? What did he say?”

Cooper shrugged. “Nothing that I didn’t deserve. Let’s say he opened my eyes, and told me if I wanted to keep my brother, I had some debts to pay. I’m sorry about your Star Wars collection, man. I tried to get it back from Wes, but he refused to sell it back to me.”

“Of course he did. I had some really rare collectibles. I’m sure they’re worth a fortune by now.”

Coop winced, but then relaxed his posture and pasted a bright smile onto his face again as if he were in a commercial, tapping the papers Blaine now held. “So you get the hotel and the leisure centre instead. They’re yours. And when you find another property you want to have to expand your business, I’ll buy it for you. We’ll be a team, but you get to make all the decisions and run things. Is that all right with you?”

Blaine felt his eyes prickle. “Perfect. Thank you, Coop.”

“It’s me who should say thank you. For always having my back, even if I didn’t half realise how much I owed you. You deserve this. And you’re right, I have money and connections enough to help you in return. Just say the word and I will.”

Blaine nodded, too overcome to speak.

Coop’s grin got wider and more natural. “Now show me the leisure centre, bro, especially the escape rooms!”

Blaine’s answering grin was blinding.

As Coop drove to the site, Blaine remembered Harmony Brentwood, and sent her a quick e-mail.

By the time Coop had been shown around all the buildings and had been introduced to everyone – except Jeff and Nick, whom he already knew – Miss Brentwood and a dozen or so of her friends had arrived and made a big to-do about their idol.

Cooper smiled and posed for selfies and said all the right things, and then proclaimed that he was here to do an escape room.

Nick and Jeff told Cooper that their escape rooms required at least two participants, and with a fat wink, Coop asked his fans who would want to come along.

Harmony Brentwood was quickest to raise her hand, and followed Jeff down the corridor chattering a mile a minute to Cooper.

“How much is she going to regret this?” Blaine asked Nick in an undertone.

Nick grinned evilly. “So much. Come with me to the control room, I don’t want to miss this. Seeing as Artie is around, can we film this? It’s going to be epic. We’ve designed an escape room especially for Coop. He’s going to the Himalayas, and he’s getting electroshocks and will have to dive into ice-cold water. Among other things. Ha, I can’t wait to hear him squeal like a little girl.”

Blaine followed Nick and okayed filming Cooper on his adventures. From the control room, it all looked very amusing, but Blaine knew that he wouldn’t enjoy the experience if he had to go through it himself. Cooper didn’t seem to mind at all. He never lost his smile, from the beginning until the end, and his enthusiasm never seemed to wane. His companion, though, screamed her head off as soon as she saw a fake eyeball, shrieked when she felt an electric shock go through her, had half a dozen temper tantrums about her hair, her clothes and her nails, and came out of the escape room looking like a drowned rat and with her eyes narrowed and flashing like lightning.

Uh-oh…

Jeff and Nick, far from feeling repentant, congratulated both participants and told them their performance had been stellar. “Come and look! You might want to use this footage as a pilot for a TV show. People are going to love this so much!”

Harmony Brentwood, who’d been about to give them a piece of her mind, Blaine had no doubt, tilted her head to the side and got a shrewd look in her eyes.

Probably thinking that this was worth it if it brings her fame and fortune…

And yes, she was all for the TV show idea, angling to get a permanent role in it.

“What I was thinking was having two teams of celebrities tackle the same escape room, competing against the others,” Artie suggested. “The team that gets out fastest, wins.”

“And what prize do we get when we win?” Coop wanted to know.

“Eternal glory,” said Jeff solemnly.

Everyone laughed.

K&B

With Cooper’s backing, the TV show soon became a reality, and Blaine soon had over a dozen leisure centres and hotels.

Unlike other chains, the Anderson leisure centres weren’t identical. They all had a different range of escape rooms and other entertainment, so that people who wanted to try everything, had to travel to each individual centre and of course stay the night at the Anderson hotel nearby.

The TV show, which became hugely popular, drew fans from all over the world, which boosted tourism and employment in all of the locations Blaine had chosen, and made Cooper and his co-host Harmony big stars.

At the start of every new season of the show, they still took on an escape room themselves, and Jeff and Nick delighted in finding new ways to make Harmony scream – insects! Snakes! Jump scares! Icky goo falling on her hair!

Blaine, rather to his surprise, became quite famous himself, for having such a natural flair for business.

He patched things up with his father, who was very proud that his son was following in his footsteps and even surpassing him.

He married Kurt, who helped him scout locations, renovate and fit out buildings and turn each new leisure centre into a huge success. They were, in all respects, a perfect team, and not a day went by without Blaine thanking his lucky stars that Coop had sent him to Ohio.

 THE END

[1] After me the flood, a saying attributed to Louis XV of France, meaning he didn’t care what happened after he was gone

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WARNINGS; none , maybe swearing

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“Stupid villager, trying to scam me,” you grumble, trudging through the muddy forest. “I can’t believe it. absolutely ripped off I say.”

Your mindless mockery only worsens your mood, which doesn’t improve when rain begins to gently patter on the overhead spruce canopy. A few drops occasionally land on you, agitating you even further.

Groaning when the trees thin out, you realise you are going to have to walk in the pouring rain with only a thin cloak to prevent the weather. As you take your first few steps out into the wintery breeze, you notice a figure in the distance, ploughing across the field in front of you.

The first thing you notice is how much they stand out against the surrounding environment – tall and lanky, pale skin and light clothes don’t tend to mix with the dark palette of the scenery beyond.

It doesn’t take you long to realise who the mystery person really is. You knew from the way he walked alone that it was none other than Tommy fucking Innit.

“Tommy!” you cry, running to catch up to him. You watch as he spins around, desperately searching for the source calling him, only to relax when he sees you coming up to him.

“Big Man! What the hell are you doing out here in a storm?” he asks when you approach his side.

“Could ask you the same!” you chuckle, absentmindedly beginning to direct him towards your place. You can’t help but notice his lack of clothes, and the way he is shaking from the cold. “You must be freezing man, take my cloak,” you offer, already taking it off and clipping it around his shoulders before he could protest. He mumbles a quiet thank you, pulling it tight around himself.

“Where are you headed, Toms?”

“Uh- I was planning on going to Techno’s but I think I’m a bit lost,” he grimaces.

“Technoblade’s?! Are you kidding?!” you cry, almost finding humour in his suggestion. Tommy appears slightly offended. “After you betrayed him? Nah dude, he’ll just kick you out. I can’t have that, so you are coming home with me.”

“Really?” his face lights up, despite the exhaustion and starvation gnawing at his insides.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’s not too far from here.”

You don’t take notice when Tommy picks up your hand as you lead him across the field. To him, it’s something that manages to comfort him immensely. Something that proves to him that you are real this is really happening.

The pair of you quickly scurry down the path to your house and out of the pouring rain, happily greeted by a warm fire roaring in the fireplace. A comforting calmness spreads through you relaxing your muscles, washing away all your previous worries. For a moment you soak in the serenity, but your peace is quickly interrupted by Tommy pushing passed you to heat up by the flames.

You smile softly at his antics, deciding it best to make you both a soothing cup of tea.

Well, a normal drink for you, a drink laced with a few health potions for him.

You felt bad for the kid. The poor thing was skin and bone with unusually dead eyes. He needed to get some meat back on him, but you knew better than to give him loads of food all at once.

You come back into the living room to find him digging through your chests, hungry eyes clearly set on a target.

“Ahem,” you clear your throat, “something I can help you with?”

Tommy freezes like a deer in headlights, which can’t help but make you laugh.

“Here,” you chuckle, passing him his tea and sitting on the floor by the fire. He hesitates for a moment, but when you pat the soft rug next to you, he is by your side within seconds. His whole right is pressed against your left, his arm even wrapped snug around yours. You don’t bother to suppress the smile that lines your face.

“So, what brings you to the middle of nowhere,” you snicker, taking a big sip of your tea.

“Er…” he mutters something further, but it was too quiet for you to pick up.

“Speak up, mate.”

For a split second, Tommy can’t help but be reminded of his father. Ouch.

“Uh- well… alright, look, you haven’t been around for a while right?”

“…right. Where is this going?”

“You see,” he huffs. “The last thing you were around for was fuckin’ Schlatt winning the L’manburg election, right?”

You nod.

He begins to ramble on about every event that had happened since your retirement, squeezing your arm when he mentions the festival, pogtopia, his brothers, and squeezes especially hard when November the 16th joined the conversation.

Unlucky for you, the kid fell asleep halfway through his story, leaving you with zero answers. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, with the way he was snuggled up to your side. It made your heart melt to think that he probably hadn’t been this close to someone in years. Hell, his whole life.

The fire was beginning to die out, and your arm had pins and needles shooting up its nerves. It was time for you to move Tommy into your bed so he could get a proper night’s sleep for the first time in what could be months, but you just couldn’t budge him for the life of you. he was just so cute and relaxed when he slept, and you didn’t have it in you to be the one to ruin it.

It was actually Tommy who woke himself up. His own snores jolted him awake, but he soon began to claim he was never asleep at all. His arrogance made you laugh, something he had always managed to do, and my gosh was he ecstatic to know he was the reason he made you happy.

You help him stand and guide him over to your room, setting him on the edge of the bed.

“Toms, eat this then I promise you can go back to sleep,” you grin, handing him a golden apple from your ender chest.

He gives it no second thought as he devours the thing whole, making quick work of it. before you can register what he is doing, he pulls you to the top of the bed and cuddles into your chest.

“Promise me you will stay with me and be here when I wake up,” he whispers, slightly muffled. You could practically hear the exhaustion seeping from his voice.

“Of course, I promise.”

“Promise me you won’t hurt me.” Those few words alone were more than enough to hurt your soul. The soft, heart-aching tone he used? Enough to shatter any caring person’s heart.

“I promise I would never, Toms,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head gently.

“Good,” he sighs, tightening his grip around you.

“Get some sleep, Theseus.”