#hm let’s see who finds him shall we?

[ghost-bxrd]

“Hood? Hood?? Do you copy????”

[heeliopheelia]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.9k

a/n: guys it's 2am but i finally finished editing this... whatever that is. it's been a while since i posted this type of a fic so i hope you like it just as much as the previous ones!! 🤍

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LEE HEESEUNG

"I'll be right back, baby. Just give me ten minutes, okay?"

These were the words your boyfriend said to you twenty minutes ago as you patiently sat on the wooden bench in the empty locker room. His basketball team just won their first game of the season and now you wait for him to finally finish showering, so that the two of you can go back to his place and catch up on the much needed sleep. Much needed as he's the one who has deprived the both of you of it last night when he made you watch him practice nearly until morning.

So it's no surprise that as another minute goes by, you find your eyes growing heavy. Leaning your head back on the cool locker, you start dozing off when familiar footsteps finally approach your tired figure.

"Aww, sorry I kept you waiting, baby. I'm ready to go now, though," he says softly as his hand goes to swipe some hair away from your face. He grins as you blink slowly at him before slinging his bag over his shoulder and kneeling down in front of you. You don't have enough strength to question his behavior when he turns around and wiggles his fingers at you and looks over his shoulder. "C'mon, hop on. I'll carry you."

You manage to somehow climb onto his back and when your hands wrap around his neck securely, he hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts the both of you off the ground.

"Up you go," he grunts quietly, adjusting you in his arms before making his way out of the locker room. "Let's finally get my sleepy baby home, shall we?"

PARK JAY

Throwing his bag on the ground, Jay tosses the keys to the cupboard and feels his shoulders relaxing at the thought of seeing you after such a long day. Even though it's late at night, he knows you'll be stubbornly waiting for him like you always do, so instead of heading to the bedroom, he directs his steps to the living room.

And he was right – there you are, slumped over the arm rest of the couch, mouth slightly ajar because of the palm you're holding up your face with.

Jay snorts quietly, mind running back to all the times you've denied the possibility of ever falling asleep while waiting for your beloved boyfriend to come back home. He takes a mental note to remember that and tease you in the morning.

With a sigh, he crouches down in front of the couch and reaches his hand out to brush your cheek gently. The feeling of his cool fingers against your skin almost instantly wakes you up and you jerk underneath his touch, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the dim lighting. When your eyes meet Jay's, you straighten your back and send him a guilty smile as if you've been caught committing a crime.

"Oh, you're back," you mutter tiredly, letting his fingers run over your eyes to wipe the sleep away from them. "I was so not sleeping, you're just tweaking."

Jay chuckles before standing up and pressing his lips to your forehead. You wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes back again, feeling content now that he's finally back. Sighing, you softly kiss the crook of his neck before nuzzling your face into it.

Jay's hand is caressing your hair gently. "Let's get you to bed now, hm?"

SIM JAKE

"Well, aren't you just cute?" Jake huffs under his nose as the first thing he comes across of is you laying on the couch, face buried in one of the green cushions you bought on your last Ikea trip. He giggles quietly, heart feeling full as he looks at you with such lovesick eyes, you'd definitely be left blushing if you ever caught him like this.

He decides on not waking you up, realizing how tired you must've been if you actually fell asleep while waiting on him. So instead, he slips underneath the blanket right next to you. He turns to his side so that you're laying face to face and he smiles at the way your lips are slightly pouted. He leans forward and presses his forehead to yours, draping an arm around your waist as you subconsciously curl up to his body, seeking for his warmth even in your sleep.

Jake softly presses his lips right above your eyebrow when your eyelids slowly flutter open. You look at him with your foggy eyes before wrapping your arm around his neck and wordlessly pulling him even closer to yourself. You bury your face in his chest instead of the cushion now and slowly start dozing off again when his hand sneaks underneath your sweater and caresses your side gently.

"I'm glad you're home," you mumble into his skin, nudging his neck with your nose before leaving a butterfly kiss on the same exact spot. "Been waiting for you."

Jake feels his stomach tickle funny at your sleepy affection and he buries his smile in your hair. "Yeah, I know. You can go to sleep now. I'm not going anywhere."

PARK SUNGHOON

"How many times do I have to tell you not to wait for me this late, you idiot," Sunghoon scolds you as he adjusts your half-asleep body in his arms and carries on up the stairs.

You mumble an incoherent answer with mouth muffled by the warm skin of his neck. You hold him tighly, arms slung around his shoulders as you hang onto him like a baby monkey. Sunghoon has to bite his lip to prevent himself from snickering right then and there.

"What was that?" He asks, leaning his face a little closer to hear you better.

"You're so warm. Makes me even more sleepy."

Sunghoon can't help the chuckle that leaves his mouth anymore and he opens the door to your bedroom with his foot. He carries you straight to bed and places you on the soft mattress, only to quickly change into a pair of sweatpants and slip underneath the covers right next to you.

Your body moves almost automatically as you shift closely to your boyfriend and cling onto him once your arms make contact with his skin. You shuffle and twist in your place, somehow unable to find a comfortable position, because no matter how close you get to him – it's just simply not close enough tonight.

So you climb on top of his body and use him as a mattress instead, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

"I wanna get inside your skin. Lemme," you mumble tiredly and feel his chest vibrate with laughter.

His hand makes its way to your hair. "Some of the things you say when you're sleepy are quite concerning, sweetheart."

KIM SUNOO

Sunoo is greeted by the view of you and Riki chilling on the couch in their dorm. More precisely – Riki playing some videogame on playstation and you sprawled out by his side, the white controller laying on the carpet below you as you sleep soundly.

"What time did she get here?" Sunoo asks as he drops his training bag somwehere on the floor and approaches the two of you. He crouches down in front of you and picks up the long forgotten controller.

"Two hours ago maybe," Riki responds, eyes glued to the TV screen. "She wanted to wait for you but she fell asleep like half an hour ago. Made me lose my damn game."

The older one only sends him a glare paired with a scoff before turning his attention back to you.

"Y/N, wake up."

You peak one of your eyes open as another tap lands on your shoulder. When the first thing your met with is your boyfriend's pretty face, a smile spreads on your slightly chapped lips and you lift yourself up in your seat.

"You're back," you croak out, rubbing your eyes quickly before nuzzling your face in his chest. "Sorry for dropping by without giving you a warning. Jus' thought you'd be home."

Sunoo presses his lips to the crown of your head. "Don't apologize for things like that. You know I always like having you around."

You nod slowly, reaching your hands up until they're circling his neck. Turning your head to the side, you place a small kiss to the side of his jawline. "Can we go cuddle now?"

"How can I say no when you're this cute, huh?"

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon tries, he really tries to be quiet. It's really not his fault that his clumsy nature made him bump his hip into the cupboard and cause the keys to topple down to the ground with a clank that probably could wake up a hundred year old half-deaf granny.

You open your eyes and lift yourself from the table you've been laying on top of, startled, head spinning from the sudden movement.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, angel. I didn't mean to wake you up," Jungwon apologizes as he rushes over to you from the other side of the kitchen.

You watch as he crosses the space quickly and plops down on the chair next to you, then wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his lap instead.

"No, it's okay," you say quietly as you clear your throat, lifting your head up to smile at him softly. "Was waiting for you anyways. I made you dinner. Just kinda fell asleep after cooking."

Jungwon giggles at the dissatisfied scrunch of your nose. He leans down to press a small kiss to the tip of it.

"Thanks for waiting for me, baby. And for cooking for me. That's really sweet of you, you didn't have to," he mutters, lowering his tone to match yours as he rubs your noses together. "Well, now that I'm finally here, how about I try some of it, huh?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea I suppose." You smile at him and bring your hand up to stroke the short hair at the back of his head. "Can we stay here a little longer, though? I missed you today. Wanna cuddle you."

He chuckles warmly at your words before leaning down and laying a kiss on your forehead. "Of course. We've got all the time in the world, angel."

NISHIMURA RIKI

"Baby?"

Silence.

"Baby."

Still nothing. The only thing Riki can hear is your slowed down breathing, slightly muffled by the fuzzy blanket you've pulled right above your nose.

"Y/N."

Now that finally wakes you up and you blink your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of your living room. You lift your gaze to look at Riki standing in front of the couch you're laying on, a small smile playing on his lips.

"There you are," he huffs, slightly amused. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

A grunt leaves your throat as you bury yourself even further into the back rest of the couch. You open your arms and lift the blanket a little as an invitation.

"C'mere. 'm too comfy to leave," you mumble groggily, barely managing to keep your eyes open.

With one more pleading look of your foggy eyes, Riki sighs and shakes his head at your stubborness.

"Tsch, fine." He clicks his tongue before standing up and laying down on the tight space right next to you. You don't waste a single second and wrap all of your limbs around his tall body, snuggling up to him with a content sigh.

"Perfect," you whisper as you press your face into his warmth and fall back asleep the moment that his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to his chest.

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[gojoux]

Hi can I request. What will jjk men do when you are sad? Thank you

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀��

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta. Inumaki.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

His smile drops slowly when he notices you’re looking down. “You sad? Why?” He sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your body to pull you to his side, his head resting on top of yours. “Let’s fix that, shall we? That’s why I’m here.” He tries to cheer you up with short praises and snuggles onto your side for as long as you want him to.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

He’d notice right away even when you’re trying to hide it. “Now, now, what’s making you sad?” He asks with that gentle, soothing voice. He caresses your head, staying close by your side, “Anything you want to do to distract your mind?” He’d ask what you want to do and he’s more than willing to oblige just to make you happy again.

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

Despite selfish traits, he genuinely cares about you and only you in his own way. “What’s gotten you all down, hm? Do I need to beat up someone today? You look miserable.” He’d tease you for a bit. “I’ll make you feel better.” He urges you to come to him, placing an arm over your shoulder so casually as he listens to your worries.

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

He’d have no problem pointing out how down you look after observing you in silence, noting the change of speaking and behavior from you. “You look uneasy, dear.” He opens the conversation, wanting to know if you want to discuss your problem more with him. “You can tell me when you’re ready.” He rubs his thumb on your wrist.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He may look unbothered and distant from the outside, but he has a caring heart. He’ll pull you into a tight hug, “It hurts to see you sad. What happened?” He kisses your forehead and your temple while his hands rub your back up and down to ease your tense self. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s trying for you.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

He remains unbothered, but his eyes keep looking at you. “What’s gotten you all worked up, darling? You’ve been frowning since this morning. You look better when you smile, y’know?” He asks casually about it since he doesn’t want to worsen the tension. He then pats his lap, “Come and tell me. Let’s get this over with and relax together.”

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

“You look sad. Did something happen?” He’s quite unsure how to lift someone’s mood, he doesn’t talk much but he’s good at finding words to support you even though he’ll just stay quiet beside you for a while, giving you comfort from his presence alone. “I’m here whenever you want to talk, okay?” He’ll rather bashfully hold your hand tight on his.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

He’ll get worried seeing you sad, thinking that something must have happened. “Are you okay?” He asks the obvious, but he just wants to make sure how you’re feeling. He’d hug you tight, tucking your face in the crook of his neck, and caress your head. “Let’s make you happy again, ‘kay? How about movies? Cuddles?” Anything and he’ll try to provide it for you.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

He is someone who has a lot of sympathy and empathy, seeing you sad will get to him. “Why do you look so unhappy? Did something bad happen today? I may not be the best person to cheer you up, but can I do something for you?” He’s trying his best to cheer you up with encouraging words, hugging you close to him, and agreeing to whatever you want to do.

◈ — 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 🍙

“Takana?” He’ll sit down next to you, trying to stay as close as possible to you to show his support and provide his comfort as he can. “Tsuna Mayo?” He’d listen to your worries and what made you upset. He’ll try his best to cheer you up, like watching videos on his phone with him close to your side to help you forget the problem at the moment.

Hope everyone out there who's feeling sad will get better soon 🫶

[shunsuiken]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOU TESTING OUT YOUR LIPSTICK VIA KISSES

pairing(s). kaveh, arlecchino, ayato x gn!reader

genre. fluff + suggestive themes (can u blame me look at that prompt up there like i had to 🚶🏻‍♀️)

wc. 200-300 for each character

an. i need to be thrown around like a sack of potatoes between these three

kaveh

“kaveh come here!”

“yes my love, what was-”

your lips immediately come in contact with his and with a delighted hum, his body easily melts into yours. his free hand pulls you closer by the waist as he holds a blueprint in his other hand. he caresses the small of your back and it sends shivers down your spine.

you certainly weren’t expecting this kind of reaction from kaveh for a kiss and you weren’t complaining either! it only makes sense that such a compassionate and loving man would give you the most passionate and tender kisses.

you hum delightfully into the kiss as well, feeling a smile creep onto kaveh’s lips as he slowly pulls you both apart. his eyes immediately flicker to the tint on your lips.

“was there something you needed, my love?” his hand rubs your back comfortingly.

you hold his cheeks, keeping him in place as you stare at his lips animatedly. “was just testing out this new lipstick and…” you bring up the pocket mirror you’ve been holding in your hand and show kaveh the mess it’s made on his lips. “well… at least i know i can’t wear it so often.”

kaveh raises a brow as he looks at his lips in the mirror. “why not? lets everyone know who’s yours.”

your jaw drops at his sentence and you snatch your pocket mirror back to yourself again. “kaveh! have some public decency!” you scold him but kaveh knows your words are empty as you walk away from him with heated cheeks.

arlecchino

“arle, are you busy?” you knock on her office door, awaiting her response.

“come in, dearest.” a smile rises to your lips at her words, you open the door and close it behind you.

“hm.” you hear her hum and your heart can’t contain its excitement as you walk towards her.

as you round her desk, she raises her arm to take your hand and tugs you forward. “what is it?” you ask as she holds your fingers to her lips for a brief kiss on the back of your hand. a classic greeting of hers.

when her eyes meet yours, it’s only seconds before you avert your gaze somewhere else.

“you bought a new lipstick.”

your eyes meet hers again and if you weren’t so distracted by her intense gaze, you would’ve seen the faintest trace of a smile on her lips.

“i did—but if i may be so bold… i would like to try it out.”

arlecchino’s brows raise. “but haven’t you already done that?”

“no, i mean like this.”

when your lips find hers, she’s quick to maneuver you onto her lap, holding you still with an arm around your waist. her free hand busies itself with tucking your hair behind your ear.

“was it this that you wanted?” arlecchino breaks the kiss after a few beats to let you catch your breath. “or did you really need to test out the lipstick?”

the tone she uses with you is teasing and it makes you feel so small on top of her lap. your hands find purchase on her shoulders to distract you while you try to come up with words to say after such a kiss.

“i admit the kiss was lovely, arle.” your voice is quiet but your movements are loud as the pad of your thumb drags across her bottom lip. “but it seems that this lipstick is transferable.”

arlecchino stares at you, a sigh leaving her own maroon lips. she takes your hand in hers to plant a kiss on your inner wrist. “how observant of you.” she then shows you her lipstick stain on your wrist, a dark and mischievous glint in her eyes. “shall we see whose lipstick transfers the most?”

kamisato ayato

“is that a new lipstick?”

the corner of your lip curls at the sound of ayato’s voice. hm, he’s been getting distracted very easily these days.

“why yes it is,” you respond, pressing your lips together to distribute the tint better. you turn around with a cheeky smile. “so i’ll be testing it out now.”

“oh, would you like to borrow a mir—mmphf.” ayato should have seen this coming. of course his sweet partner would do something as brazen as this! (he doesn’t ever seem to complain about this particular behaviour of yours either).

it’s easy for ayato to loosen his stiff shoulders when you invite yourself onto his lap like this. your delicate hands slide up his torso to rest on his shoulders, keeping him close. only your lips provide him the satisfaction he’s been yearning for (the past forty-five minutes when you weren’t paying attention to him).

it’s after a few pats on ayato’s shoulders that he finally lets you pull away, chest heaving against yours as your hot breath tickles his lips. he huffs a soft chuckle, holding your hips to readjust you onto his lap more comfortably.

“so am i what you will test your lipsticks on?”

you nod your head, clearing your throat after how ayato fiercely collided his lips with yours. “i also noticed a decline in your productivity earlier—thought i would offer you a little incentive…” what you thought was an innocent explanation of your actions turnt out to sound more inviting instead…

you only realise this when a smirk curls on ayato’s lips.

“nope! don’t even think about it—you tired me out last time already.” you rush to remove yourself from his lap but there’s not been a single time when you’ve successfully broken free from his arms (especially when he yearned for your attention).

you somehow end up on the floor after putting every bit of your strength into fighting back.

ayato runs the tip of his nose along the column of your neck. “oh darling, won’t you play with me just for a bit? please?”

it’s hard to say no when you’re in this position.

“you get five minutes.”

ayato brings his face up to give you a wet kiss on your cheek. “five minutes is all i need.”

[dannyphantom-zero]

Doctor Danny chapter 4

Ice cold water splashed on Danny's face, soaking his hair. Danny woke up blearily wondering when his roof had started leaking.

He opened his eyes hand almost gagged . He was met with the exact person he wanted to chew apart.

Jason was running across building at top speed. Danny's apartment was a wreck and he was nowhere to be found. Jason had only looked away for a few hours, who knew Danny would be targeted already.

Well there was the News that had displayed him the previous day.

"Wakey wakey hero"

Danny squinted as his vision became clear.

"A clown?"

"I saw your little show and decided to break out of Arkam sooner just for you. It's my turn to put on a show now"

Danny wanted to strangle him right then but there were people around. Well they were just henchmen, if he knocked them out then they would see anything.

More importantly he had a few ideas on how to handle the joker.

"Put on a show, how about I do to you what you have done to countless of my patients" Danny threatened glaring murderously.

"Patience, I'll kill you after I tune in out friends"

Danny rolled his eyes. Back in the cave Batman had received an alert that Joker had broken out of Arkham.

Apparently he had kidnapped a prestigious doctor too.

"Incoming video call" the bat computer alerted.

The screen went black for a second before a smiling joker appeared in front of the camera.

"Hello batsy"

"Joker" batman growled.

"My friend here-"

"Shut the duck up! We are not friends GOD!"

Batman was taken aback.

"I'm going to beat the everloving hell out of you!" Danny shouted.

"He's cranky, I'm going to kill him slowly, break his resolve-"

"NOT BEFORE I BREAK YOUR FACE!"

Joker looked seriously annoyed.

"Let's get started shall we"

Joker picked up a crowbar.

"Remember this batsy, this should be so much fun. I just love reunion's"

Joker smiled before turning away from the camera.

"Joker!" Batman shouted from the other end of the screen.

Joker raised the crowbar and brought it down crushingly hard into Danny leg.

Batman waited for the screaming, but it was silence.

"Oh my bad, ~ow that hurts so bad~" Danny mocked.

He had phased out of his bindings and was now standing off to the left of joker.

"What- how did you get over there?!"

Danny gave Joker a sadistic grin.

"I'm a doctor Joker, I don't kill, but I did promise someone that I would tear off your arms if given the chance" Danny said as he rolled up his sleeves.

Batman was frantically trying to find them before the good doctor did something he regretted.

"Get him!"

Danny smiled and took on the henchmen, knocking them out quickly.

"How in the hell?! Just how weak are those stupid-"

A punch to the face caught off Jokers words.

"Hey joker, buddy. It's time I break you, permanently"

"Wha-" screams of utter agony filled the room.

Jason had found the building joker was holding Danny. He hadn't started to worry until he heard screaming.

Jason ran as fast as he could. The sight he was met with was not what he was expecting. Joker was laying on the ground with his arms bent in ways they were not meant to bend.

"No,no wait, Im sorry for kidnapping you AAAAHHH"

There was a satisfying crunch sound followed by a pop. Danny turned his head sensing another presence.

"Oh hey!"

"Hey?"

Danny had his foot on Jokers back.

"I was just teaching him a lesson" Danny said with a shrug.

"But his arms are still attacked to his body, I thought you said you were gonna rip them off"

"Well I mean, I broke most of his fingers, hell probably need crutches to walk right after this anyway"

"MY LEGS ARE FINE" Joker shouted from the floor.

Danny shoved the crowbar through his leg.

More screams followed.

"Like I was saying, he's gonna need help walking, hey Hood?"

Jason tilted his head, "hm?"

"I'm not going to jail for this right, it's definitely self defense right"

"You'll be fine, I mean, you might wanna get out of here though. The bat daddy is on his way"

Danny nodded glumly.

"I want to make something clear" he said crouching down to the half conscious Joker.

"I'm not proud of what I did today, but I can't stand by and watch you kill or injury any more people. You, will never touch another person again or I will come back for you"

His tone was more menacing than he realized and the Joker was terrified.

"That's the dude that killed me"

Danny whipped his head around.

"What?! He's the one who beat you death with a crowbar?!"

Jason flinched.

"Sorry, I know that not a comfortable subject I shouldn't have brought it up"

Jason shook his head.

"It's not you who should feel sorry right now"

Danny grabbed the crowbar and Jason had to take it from him.

"Your not killing anybody today Doctor. You still have patients waiting on you"

Danny sighed.

"Alright, let's tie him up and get out of here then"

"What?" Jason asked. He wasn't sure why Danny was thinking about him.

"Well I'm not gonna leave you here to face off with Batman"

"Too late, both of you better start talking. Now" an intimidating voice ordered.

Danny half near jumped out of his skin.

"Um hey bat-babe. See, my friend here and I were just passing through and we'll be on our way now. Bye"

Jason grabbed Danny and shit his grapple hook at the nearest window.

Danny was pulled into the air, gliding as Jason swung. They landed on the nearby road and didn't stop running.

They crashed at Jason's place instead of Danny's.

Danny was out of breath by the time they reached Jason's apartment door. Once he was inside he fell the the ground laughing.

"Hahahah, I can't believe you did that!" Danny cried out as he tried to breathe.

Jason took off his helmet.

"Really? Well best believe it because Batman is a hard nut for sure. Your gonna be on his wanted list now"

Danny's laughter was cut short. Jason turned and saw tears.

"Danny? What's wrong?"

"I can't go to jail Jason! I'm too young, I have my career and I'll be targeted for my good looks!" Danny sobbed.

"Your not going to jail" Jason said sitting down in front of his couch next to Danny.

"And if the bat come for you I'll wrestle him alright"

"Mhm"

Jason stared in front of him.

"I don't think Joker will be able to hurt anyone for a long time, you did something amazing Danny. Your amazing you know that"

Silence...

"Danny?" Jason peeked around Danny's shoulder to see Danny's head slumped down.

He smiled to himself, today had been a hectic day especially for a civilian.

Danny twitched in his sleep. Jason picked Danny up carefully and laid him on his bed before turning him in.

Danny woke up the next morning on the floor not sure where he was.

Flashbacks of yesterday popped into his head without permission. Joker, Batman and...Jason!

Danny sat up and saw the mess he had made of Jason's bed. Everything was pulled off the bed, nothing survived Danny's late night wrath. Danny worked quickly remaking the bed with help from his skills earned during his intern days.

He only considered it finished once there were no wrinkles too be found.

"Hah, I need some water" he muttered before making his way around the unfamiliar space. On his way to the kitchen he spotted Jason on the couch.  His arm was thrown above his head and the couch looked entirely too small for the man.

"Pfft"

Jason opened one eye.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Noo, I just noticed how manly you look today"

Jason sat up.

"Yea alright wise guy"

Danny was about to make a wise crack when his eye caught sight of the clock.

"OH MY GOD!" he shouted horrified.

"I don't report to work yesterday!"

Jason grabbed the panicking man.

"It's ok, I called the hospital and explained that you were in danger. They took a little to convince but I managed to get you the day off"

Danny almost fainted.

"I can't take a day off! What about the patients??"

Jason sat Dany down and kneeled before him.

"Do you not have faith in your fellow doctors?"

"I-I do"

Jason nodded.

"Danny, all you've been doing is looking out for your patients. In order to care for them you also need to be healthy"

"I'm healthy, look at me, I have muscles" Danny said jabbing his arm as if to prove it.

"I see that" Jason said unimpressed.

"But I'm talking about mental health. Take a day and just let someone else take care of you"

Danny scoffed.

"Yea right, like who?"

Jason smirked.

[wriothesleybear]

Bet

~summary: You and your boyfriend make a spicy bet with one another.

~warnings: smut, fem!reader, x wriothesley.

~a/n: Have this while I procrastinate on requests and drafts. I will get to them eventually, I promise🥺❤️

You shake and twitch as Wrio removes his hand from between your legs. It's hard for you to count how long it's been since you've started your bet. "Wow. Good girl for not coming again." You look at him through bleary eyes. He moves his hands to your tear-stained cheeks. "And how long has that been? You've been keeping count right? After all, we need to know in order to decide who won the bet." "Fou-fourty fi-ve minutes-s" you barely choke out. "Hm, it's actually been fourty-seven minutes but I don't blame you for being off. It's probably been hard to given your hard concentration on trying not to cum." He smirks at you. "Shall we continue? We only have four more minutes until I lose this bet and I don't really want to lose. I know you'll break and cum within those four minutes." His comment causes your mind to clear a bit, becoming determined once again to win the bet. "No way. I'm gonna win and I'll get the reward." You playfully glare at him. He laughs. "We'll see about that." His hands find their way under the back of your thighs, pushing them to your chest. "I've been holding back a bit just so you felt like you were winning, but I know what always makes you come no matter what." Shit. You try to keep a determined face but he noticed you falter, smirking. He teases his cockhead on your pussy, slowly moving it back and forth between your folds. He then moves his cock to prod at your entrance, only inserting his cockhead. He thrusts a couple of times before fully inserting himself. The fullness of his cock feels amazing to you while the tightness of your cunt wraps perfectly around him, making him close his eyes and sigh. He begins his pace, thrusting slowly but picking up pace as he remembers the amount of time he has left to make you cum. You bite your lip, staring at the ceiling, trying to focus on something else in order to distract yourself from the blissful pounding of your boyfriend's thick cock. Little did you know, he notices your plan. He leans over you, holding your legs over his shoulders and squished against your chest, pressing you into the mattress. You curse under your breath. "Now where do you think your focus is going. It shouldn't be anywhere else other than on how deep my cock is inside you. Focus on how it pounds your cervix, inching you closer and closer to the edge." He says as he gives more deep thrusts and grinds against your clit. You don't know how long you'll be able to last if he continues like this. Your fingernails dig in his shoulders as you tighten around his cock, making him curse. Watching you writhe and squirm under him with tears falling down your cheeks made him want to just ruin you. He continues to pound into you, making the bed squeak and scrape against the floorboards. "Come on. Cum." He says against your neck, leaving kisses and bites along it. "Fuck, Wrio." He laughs against your neck. You feel the tightness in your lower belly about to burst, until suddenly. Ding. Ding. Ding. You both pause as the bell goes off, signaling that time was up and notifying you as the winner. You smirk and push him off of you, turning you both over so you were on top of him. "I win." you say excitedly. Wrio's stunned for a sec but catches himself. He sighs and chuckles. "Damn. I was so close to making you lose too. Well, a bet's a bet. You win. Now what was your reward again?" he teases. "My reward is your punishment." "Very well then. Let's begin, shall we?"

[vulpisnocturna]

There was only one bed - Horny Akatsuki Edition

request by @takhidk 🤍

SOFT NSFW



Deidara:

-is completely speechless when he finds out there is only one bed at the inn during your mission together

-acts cocky though, telling you not to make a move on him

-he’s the first one to make a move, saying the bed is too small (he is literally 5’5” lmao) as he scoots closer to you

-you tease him about it and he tells you to shut up, his cheeks red

-he’s never had sex before but what he lacks in experience he makes up for with his enthusiasm

-you have to tell him that his hands are a gift, and how to use them, but he’s very happy to comply

-‘wouldn’t it be better to make the bed explode when I make you cum, hm?’ he asks, and you look at him, eyes wide

-‘no, Deidara. Unless you want this to never happen again’

-‘fine’

Obito:

-can’t believe himself. He hasn’t slept in the same bed with anyone ever

-decides to play dumb with his Tobi persona, hugging you like a pillow

-in reality, bro is dying to have you close to him

-after a while, though, he gets quite worked up, and decides he’ll have his fun with you. He can tell you want him by the way you casually move your ass against him, as if he couldn’t notice

-he blindfolds you and takes off his mask, starting to kiss your neck, letting his voice drop to his normal tone

-‘you know what happens to little things like you who poke the rattlesnake, right?’

Hidan:

-As soon as he sees there’s only one bed, he’s all for it

-‘I bet you asked for one bed, huh? Guess I’m just irresistible’ he grins cockily

-‘Yeah, right’ you say, rolling your eyes, though you have to admit he is hot.

-‘Let’s fuck’ he says, as forward as always. You stare at him, swallowing painfully

-When you hesitate, Hidan practically throws you on the bed, ripping the cloak off of you and licking your exposed chest

-‘Come on, sweetheart. Let’s have some fun, you and I’ he says, pulling your shirt up and starting to suck on your nipples, a bit too rough, but the pain soon mixes with the pleasure

Itachi:

-blinks and stands in the doorway, looking at the double bed. ‘There must have been a misunderstanding. I will solve it, don’t worry’ he says, disappearing towards the reception. You kind of hope they won’t have any other rooms, although the idea of sleeping with Itachi is both hot and terrifying

-when he comes back, he does not look too happy

-‘I am deeply sorry about this. They do not have any other rooms. I will sleep on the chair’ he says, removing his cloak as he goes in. You do the same, and you don’t fail to catch his eyes on you for a split second. As you get into bed, you stare at him, sucking in your lips

-‘Sleep on the bed, Itachi’ you say after a while. He looks at you, his throat bobbing before he slowly gets up and crawls under the blanket, staring at you. He wants to touch you, but it would be inappropriate. He can’t get himself to move. And yet, when you move closer to him and push your ass against him, he can’t contain himself and wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you closer

-‘Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. Let me indulge you, then’ he says, his hand slipping under your shorts as he starts to kiss your neck languidly

Pain:

-Is quite pissed off that he was not given two rooms, but when he looks at you, he can’t help but think this must have been fate

-and after all, he hasn’t had that chance in so long

-he saw the way you looked at him, with a blush on your cheeks and suggestive eyes

-‘lie down’ he says, tone authoritative, ‘and take off your clothes’

-you can’t believe your ears. Though when Pain gives you a meaningful look, you quickly do as he says, though you’re blushing and trembling with anticipation

-‘let’s make the most of this unfortunate situation, shall we?’ he says, running his hands on your thighs, splaying them open for him and staring at you with those hypnotic eyes

Kakuzu:

-is fuming at first. No one can mock him like this

-after that, though, he’s quite pleased with himself

-‘Less money to pay like this. We will do this from now on’

-‘Uhm… Kakuzu? Where are you going to sleep?’

-‘On the bed. I am going to get my money’s worth, brat’ he says, removing his headband and mask. You look at him, suddenly hyperaware. He’s… good-looking. For a 90-year old guy, he’s handsome

-when you shift slightly to find a comfortable position on the mattress, black tendrils catch your wrists and you find yourself tied up

-‘You’re a handful. Do not move’ he says, hovering above you. You think he’s going to knock you out cold, but instead, he positions himself between your legs

-‘I don’t want to hear a sound. Or else’

Kisame:

-laughs it off when you’re embarrassed that there’s only one bed

-‘I suppose there’s nothing to be done. Might as well get comfortable’ he says, taking off his cloak and his shirt. You stare at him, your lips parting at the muscles on his body

-‘It’s not a shop window. You can look and touch, if you want’ he says with a sharp grin

-You blush, nevertheless getting closer to him, until your hand is resting on his chest

-His large hands easily lift you up from your waist as he holds you against him until you have to wrap your legs around his hips

-‘I didn’t even need the bed, but since we’re here…’ he says, lowering you on the mattress and grinning as he unfastens your cloak

Sasori:

-‘I don’t need to sleep anyway’ he says, sitting at the desk and turning the lamp on as he starts tinkering with one of his puppets

-You frown, lying down on the bed. The noise of screwdrivers and nails clattering on the desk is pissing you off, and you decide to see if he really is a puppet who doesn’t feel anything at all

-you move your hand between your legs, underneath your underwear

-‘what are you doing?’ he asks, voice smooth, but he doesn’t turn around

-‘nothing’ you say, smirking slightly and gasping softly as you start to touch yourself on the bed.

-‘rude’ he says, and when you try to move, your hands are frozen. When you look at him, there are chakra strings connecting his hands to yours

-‘I suppose I can play with you instead of my puppets tonight’

Konan:

-Blushes when she sees that there’s only one bed and asks you if you want her to look for a different inn

-you tentatively tell her it’s okay

-when you two get into bed, you keep glancing at each other, and you keep looking at that piercing underneath her lip, wondering what it would be like to kiss her and feel it against your lips

-when she moves, you’re frozen in place

-her lips are soft and you do feel the coldness of the metal on your bottom lip, but it’s quite a nice feeling

-Konan gets on top of you, continuing to make out with you, neither of you saying anything as you start to undress each other

-literally the most normal experience you’re gonna get in the Akatsuki, and she’s stunning too! Go you

Zetsu:

-watches you sleep like a creep

-sorry, I got nothing on this “guy”

[mellowwillowy]

Olympus

You can't possibly just come here just for fun and leave everyone be once you're bored right?

Credit 🥂 (Ares, Loki, Hades by Starlxxd)

[ GN Reader but stuck with them instead of the the mystics ]

Hades

Hades = Gaslighting

The underworld may be damp but with your pressence alone, the underworld seems to be the best place Hades could ever find

Sure, 'Mistress/Lover of Olympians', but how about changing it into 'Mistress/Master of the Underworld' now?

See? Cerberus will be upset if you leave the underworld for well, the Mystics, Mortals or just play around with the other Olympians

Don't worry, Hades has made sure that Cerberus will always be there to block the way out either by having them roll around begging for your attention or just, making you ride them (hey, you have always enjoyed riding them at full speed)

"It's fun riding them right? Faster, boys!"

And you being the dense, naive one will not realize Hades' true intentions at all

You'll be sat on a throne just like him, well, except of sitting on each other's respective throne, Hades will sit on the floor with his head resting on your lap

You are his sunshine in this damp world, you are his fresh air in this damp world, you are his sweet flower in this damp world

Now now, where are you going to? Hm? Leave? You are going to leave the underworld to see Zeus again? How about a game with Cerberus and him?

Surely that King of the Gods is not worth your time so better spend it wisely on the King of the Underworld instead, hm?

"Mmh, how about a trip in the Underworld?"

"But I've explored all the places here?"

"Nuh uh, there's still more love~ come on"

Yeah he definitely did not just create something for this

If the pom is effective, he'll trick you into eating it when you are drunk from the alcohol he made you drink

If not then he'll just have to find another way to trap you here

Koei : God, if Yang Jian is the one who's gon escort you back then he'll 100% go feral once you leave lmaoo

Loki

Honestly idk much about him but he'll just be a persistent one

Will do few tricks to trick you into staying

Ah, you've seen that one? Fine how about this one? And this one?

Mmh, have you ever seen this? It's one of his many weapons. Ah, you have? How about this? And this?

"Let's play this game, shall we?"

"But we've been playing this for the whole week, Loki"

"Ah... how about this game then, here's how.."

He'll do whatever it takes to make you stay with him

Ares

Angy baby who'll bite everyone if you tell him you are going to leave

He just turns into a ticking bomb, someone greeted him and they'll have to hear him curses non stop

What do you mean by you are bored? Is he not enough as a companion for you to kill your boredom?

The mystics? Phah! Screw them, you are coming with him to this banquet

You just nod along while tailing him behind, completely oblivious with his attempts in not letting you leave

How about you join him to this one war? It'll be a nice change of scenery for you no? You won't be bored watching him fight, he promises

"Ares, I just wanna go see Hundun and have a tea with him-"

"Hmph, that ugly arrogant four-handed monster? If you want a companion for your tea party then you can just have me!"

If he won then he'll puff himself with pride and boast non stop on your face, making you sing praises to him while tending him

If he lost then you'll also still sing praises for him, just gotta make sure your wordings won't hurt him. Also since you'll give him extra special treatment whenever he lost, he won't sulk that long

You? And Aphrodite? He'll choose you over her silly

Remember how easily flustered he is when you just approached him without warning? Yeah he's still the same

"Let's ride together into the battlefield hm? Just... don't leave"

Well, it's really rare for him to be this soft considering how he just started another war to distract you

Zeus will have to give him a few words again after this

[bleubrri]

grocery shoppin’ baby-time fluff with bo \^o^/

before you even turn onto the aisle, you can hear your daughter squealing with laughter. bokuto is crouched in front of the cart, meticulously balancing an absurd amount of blueberry yogurt pots in his arms which she apparently finds hilarious. her heels kick back against the metal below her seat and the whole cart jolts from her excitement.

you stroll up, a poorly subdued smile etched onto your lips as your boyfriend struggles to clear the last few from the shelf.

“you realise we’re not buying all that, right?”

kotarous eyes dart up to where you’re leaning against the cart, smoothing your fingers over your baby’s hair. he pouts, yogurt tucked under his chin as he stands to face you, “it’s her favourite.”

you chuckle, reaching for one of the packs cradled in his arms. “last week her favourite was peach-mango. and the week before, she would rather throw yogurt in your face than eat it.”

bokuto counters your argument, “okay that was once, and i’ve got a feeling blueberry is the new wave. trust me on this, babe.” he grins at his little girl, babbling and waving her fists in agreement. you’re unconvinced.

you smirk, remembering empty yogurt pots littering his desk and berry flavoured kisses when he’d pick you up in the mornings. “oh yeah, whys that?”

bo puffs out his chest, strides over to your place beside the cart and confidently unloads his haul with the rest of the groceries. (which—now that you’re looking— seem to have been given a similar treatment, if the months supply of cereal boxes and apocalypse-prep level of crackers are anything to go by).

“because,” he drawls, “it’s in her blood! right, muffin?” he blinks expectantly at your daughter, who kicks her heels even more fiercely and giggles up at her daddy.

bokuto beams, scooping your little bundle of sunshine into his arms, turning to you with her perched on his hip and a smug smile on his face. “see?”

you roll your eyes playfully, reaching out to tickle the rounded tummy underneath her dungarees, “okay traitor, majority rules.” and dropping the pack that you’d swiped into the cart.

you watch with a droopy gaze as he spins her around in triumph, bubbly laughter filling the aisle and your heart squeezing in your chest. oh, you love them so much. you wonder if she’ll ever comprehend it, if he could ever understand all that he’s given you. you think you could burst into tears right here, feel your heart melt under your ribs and pool out at your fingertips right in the dairy aisle, watching bokuto babble nonsense at your baby like it’s the most important thing in the world.

he nods solemnly, leaning in to whisper, “tell mama we got the cookies she likes.”

you laugh, reaching out at the grabby hands made in your direction. “let’s get out of here before you two bankrupt us.”

~

“how could you do this to me?” bokuto whines, chin against the table and shoulders slumped in defeat.

you fight the smile that wants to emerge as you spoon the last of the yogurt into your daughters mouth. the dinner table has a pile of unopened yogurt packs in the corner, and a much larger trail of empty pots surrounding where bokuto slumps. he looks expectantly at the little girl perched in her high chair with strawberry-banana residue smeared onto her cheeks. she claps her hands and gurgles.

you make a show of wiping her down and chattering to her, “wasn’t that yummy! shall we try a new one tomorrow, hm?”

kotarou drops his forehead to the table with a resounding thud, muttering to himself, “i think i’m gonna throw up..”

even when she gets a little older and will eat most flavours without much fuss, there’s the odd pot of blueberry that remains untouched until after her dinner, when she’ll proudly deposit it in front of bokutos place and state that “daddy can eat it!”

he doesn’t have the heart to refuse her. he accepts it with vigour, “oh you treasure! thank you for sharing, baby.” and spoons down every mouthful as she watches him with glittering eyes that match his own. it’ll never fail to make you laugh when she totters off and his face drops into a groan, pushing the infernal blue pot as far away as possible.

[telemi]

them as fathers — ft. childe, zhongli, diluc, xiao

𖣠 cw: established relationship, domestic fluff <3

thinking about dad!childe coming home from work to his children swarming him like little ants. he who is covered in snow and his skin flushed pink from the freezing temperature. they’d cling to his leg and look at him with their cute puppy eyes, then they’d yell — “daddy’s home! daddy’s homeeee!” and “we missed you, dad.” all this along with their signature pouts that always gets childe to his knees and he gives each one of them a sweet kiss to the cheek.

dad!childe would bring home souvenirs like fur coats, scarves, and mittens !! he’d spoil his kids anytime, anyday 100%

not to mention the fact that he would tell you to leave everything to him and just relax. “thank you, you’ve done enough for us. now rest and let me take care of you.” he would leave a kiss atop your forehead and you’d nod in exhaustion and love for this man.

more utc !

dad!zhongli is meticulous and strict as a father, but despite all that he’s actually very loving and is very soft towards his children. he would read them bedtime stories and offer to let them rest their heads on his chest while he keeps them in his warm embrace.

he would be that type of dad who says yes to everything his child says.

“papa, i want soup.”

“hm? wait a moment, i shall prepare it right away.”

you’d have to scold zhongli for being too soft but he laughs it off and replies, “apologies, they are my children so i want to give them the finest of things.” — seeing him with a sweet smile drawn on his face makes you want to hug him and tell him how he’s such a good father.

dad!diluc is another man who would spoil his children 25/8. while diluc can be stern, yes, it differs from the fact that he’s weak to his kids’ adorable charms. most of the time diluc would say that they remind him of you, that’s why he could never go too harsh on them.

don’t be surprised if you suddenly wake up with cute, suppressed giggles coming from atop diluc’s chest without him even knowing. he’s absorbed in his deep sleep to even notice zzzzz

dad!xiao is anxious, he’s never even held a kid once before! much less his own child TT he would be scared to approach his child and hold them gently, because gentle is not the word that is often used to describe him as. as long as you assure him that nothing bad will happen, he would be less reluctant than before.

he scoops them up and looks at them with curious eyes, and his child would do the same. noticing that this tiny, human being is quite adorable, he leaves a small kiss atop the child’s forehead and they would be elated in response to the warm gesture. at that moment, xiao realizes that he finds comfort in his child and vows to protect them at all costs.

— totally didn't write this bc of the teaser yep nope 😚

[escha-evenstar]

During Winter Season

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Summary: The things Azul does for you during the cold, freezing winter.

Word Count: 600+

Notes:

Established relationship.

Azul calls you "sweetheart".

A/N:

This was sitting in my drafts for some time now, but since December is finally here, I decided to finish it and voila! Presenting winter fluff moments with Azul❄️💙

During Winter Season

He'd share a scarf with you.

"Why are you not wearing a scarf? It's cold, sweetheart." Azul said. "...you forgot? -sighs- You might get sick from the cold. Come here." He untangles the scarf he's wearing and wraps one end around your neck while the other end remained wrapped around his. "There. Is that better, sweetheart? ...good! Now, let's go." Azul smiles at you and the two of you continue walking happily, side by side, with the scarf connecting the two of you together.

He'd warm your hands.

Azul notices you rubbing your hands together. "Hm? Still cold? ...give me your hands." He grabs both of your hands in his and holds it close to his face, giving it a warm breath and stroking it with his thumb softly. "Does it.. feel warm?" You gave him a gentle nod as you hummed while thanking him. He continues to cradle your hands, blowing a warm steam of air while gazing at your cute expression just staring at your hands together with a bashful smile on your face. Azul couldn't help but smile too.

He'd make a warm drink for you.

"Here." Azul comes over to you and hands you something. "I made you some hot chocolate." He hands you a mug with a design that matches the other one he is holding. He sees your face light up and instantly takes the mug from him. "Careful, sweetheart. It's still a bit hot." You blow onto the surface before taking a careful sip. "How is it? Is it to your liking? ... it's perfect? Hehe. You flatter me too much, sweetheart. But I'm glad you enjoy the drink." He sits beside you and takes a sip from his own mug, the two of you looking outside the window and watching the snow fall, basked in comfortable silence and in each other's presence.

He'd cuddle with you.

The fire gently crackles from the fireplace as Azul wraps you in a warm hug while laying under the covers of the bed. "Do you feel warmer?" He asks. You nod at him as you answer. "...because of the fire?" He pouts slightly before muttering, "Not because of me?" He hears you giggle at him before he feels your lips pressed against his cheek in a soft kiss, telling him you were just teasing. You rest your head on his shoulder while Azul rests his head on top of yours. He hugs your body tighter, pulling you closer to him. "Let's just stay like this for awhile." He says gently as his eyes start to close. "I love holding you in my arms."

He'd kiss you under the mistletoe.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" He asks while looking up at the ceiling. "Isn't that a mistletoe? Hmm.. you know I heard there's a land tradition that when a couple stands underneath it, they must share a kiss. Are you aware, my sweetheart?" He gazes down at you and notices the pinkish hue dusting your cheeks. He pulls you closer by the waist and tilts your chin up to look at him. "Shall we?" He smirks at you before leaning down and instantly capturing your lips. It felt like an eternity before he parted his lips from yours, staring at your eyes before his mouth curved into his signature smirk. And that wasn't the only kiss you got from Azul that day, because moments later, you keep finding yourselves under a mistletoe, more than a couple of times. "Ah! There's another one. I wonder who put that many mistletoes on the ceiling. ...why are you giving me that look? I assure you sweetheart, I know nothing about it. I'm just following tradition, so, if I may.." He cups your cheeks and kisses you once more on the lips. Each kiss he gives you is more passionate than the one before. Oh, how he loves kissing you so much.

[fakesimp]

A, Proposal?, With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Fluff ; Mentions of Marriage ; Teasing ; Fake Lover Scenario ; Friends to Lovers

A/n !

The things I wanna do to this man, making his rice purity down. Lord forgive me.

➶◜◝➴

You were on your way to the meeting up spot, why? That's because you had plans with your group, you were going alone at first, but as you're on your way to the spot, you encountered your friend.

Shu Yamino.

That you've secretly pinning on, but You didn't bother to make it obvious because, he doesn't show any signs of wanting to be in a relationship. Well for now maybe.

You smiled at the sight of him, he soon noticed you from the distance, he smiled back at you and slowly find his way to go to you. Once he' standing before you he let out a chuckle, "I didn't expect to see you here, you're alone?" He asked as he tilt his head slightly to the side. "Oh no, well, I'm on my way to the meet up spot, with my friends." You explained your situation, he nod his head in understanding.

"Do, uh, ...you need a company to go there? Y'know, for someone to talk to? ..or maybe just, a company?" You eyed him suspiciously, but that's very cute of him to offer. So you accepted it, and with that both of you walked together. Shu didn't talk as much as you, he mostly listen to you rambling, laughing along with you when there' something funny.

Everything was fine until you reached the spot, no one was there. You internally sighed at the sight, you knew this is going to happen. You checked your phone to see most of your friends are coming late due to whatever that's happening on their side, Shu, who was standing near you, peered over to you. "What's wrong? Is your friends not here yet?" He asked, you nodded your head and went inside the cafe.

Shu followed behind you, "I guess, It is a good thing to have you here with me" You laughed at the thought of what if you're alone, rejecting Shu's offer. "I'll company you until your friends are here." He said as he watches you ordered a drink, "Thank you, ..what do you want?" You asked, he tilt his head at the question. "You don't have to-" "I insist."

Shu tuts, but eventually placed an order, after you're both done with your orders, both of you looked for a spot to sit down.

Both of you talked for quite a bit, telling each other how the day went before both of you met. After awhile, your name was called, just when you're about to stand up, Shu beat you to it. "Let me" he said before leaving you alone on the table, you sighed in defeat.

You watched him as he went to the pick up counter, your eyes was filled with admiration and love. Until somebody tapped your table, you looked to the side. To see a stranger, that seems to be around their early 30s.

You raised a brow at the stranger, "What's the matter? Do you need something?" You hesitantly asked, the stranger had a shit eating grin on their face. Making you more uncomfortable than you already are, "You're all alone? Want to go with me? Don't worry, I won't do-"

"Sorry, she's mine." Before you could process what happened a familiar voice rang beside you, both of you and the stranger whip your heads towards the voice.

It's Shu.

With the two drinks, both his and yours in his hands. He placed yours down before you, he smiled at you. You blinked for one moment before following his lead. "Thank you Babe." I thanked him and smiled at him, "You're always welcome, Shall we go?" Shu asked as he reach out his hand towards yours.

You grabbed your drink and placed your other hand on top of his, "Sorry, ..I'm taken." You said confidently as both of you walked out from the cafe, leaving the stranger dumbfounded.

You're both are walking still holding hands, you never knew that his hands were. Soft. You stared down at your hand and his, you didn't bother to mention that he' still holding your hand. So you just match your steps with his that you're walking beside him, "So, I have been wondering." You glance towards him, "Hm?" He looked at you, with his identic V-shaped smile. "Do you have an eye towards someone?" He pondered upon the question.

"Hmm... Well, yeah. I do." Your heart skipped a beat, "How long has it been?" "It's been awhile." He replied as he let out a chuckle. "Oh, I see.." You nod your head in understanding, and then both of you continue walking around for a bit until you returned to the meeting spot again. And there you see your friends whispering at each other and have smirks all over their faces, you frowned and you realized that you're still holding his hand!

You immediately pulled your hand off his, it surprised him for a moment, but then he shyly look away from you. "Sorry... I didn't realize, your hand was warm..." You didn't hear what he said at the end and marched over to your friends, Shu followed you for a bit before standing a few feet away from you and your friends.

They were teasing you for holding Shu's hand, their teasing are endless. So you just stayed quiet, accepting their teases and eventually it died down after awhile. You looked back and he was nowhere to be found, you immediately looked around to see if he's anywhere nearby.

There's no way he left just like that, right? ...But then it hits you, why did you hope for him to stay around when both of you have nothing special going on between you? You sighed softly, and then you felt your phone buzzing at your pocket. You took it out and it's a message from him, saying,

'Hey! I forgot to tell you I'm leaving, since it seems like all of your friends are with you already so, have fun okay? Sorry for not saying goodbye properly! '

Your heart aches, but at the same time you felt a relief too when you see his message, at least he said that he's leaving. It's much better than saying nothing, you looked around once more and you saw him at the distance, walking away. Further and further into the crowd, you couldn't hear anything but your heart that beats. Slowly the beating went faster and faster as you watch him walked away,

And then without you realizing, your foot is already running towards him, you heard your friends called your name in the distance. But you kept running towards him, hand reaching out to him. The moment you finally manage to catch up to him, he immediately stopped on his track and turned around to see your figure that's slumped down, breathing heavily.

"H, hey- are you okay? What's wrong-"

"Shu, .... I'm sorry, I know this is sudden but..

I like you.."

. . .

And that was 3 years ago.

You're both have been into relationship for 3 years ever since that day, you chuckled at the memory. Earning a confused hum from your Beloved Sorcerer, "Hm? What's funny?" He asked as he turn around while sitting on his gaming chair, his headphone dangling on his neck. "I just, remembered the day I confess to you" He blinked, once, twice. Before he looked away sheepishly, "It was, still surprising for me till today honestly.." He said as he took off his headphone and placed it down on his desk, "I haven't properly thank you for you being my fake lover that day though" he chuckled as he approached you that' sitting on his bed. "Well, maybe you can now, it's better late than never.." He leaned in for a kiss, and you kissed his lips as a thank you.

But before he could pull away, you grabbed him by the collar, earning a surprised noise coming out from his lips, you pulled him close and you whispered into his ears.

"I love you," "I- ..H, huh?-" You can see his body shivered slightly, and then you leaned back a bit to kiss his cheeks. "I wonder when will the day we'll become more than we're already are today.." You whispered as you then push him to the bed and walked out like you did nothing wrong, leaving speechless, confused, Sorcerer on the bed.

As you walked down the path to the kitchen, you heard footsteps chasing you from behind. "B, Babe!- Wh, What do you mean by that!!-" He chased you down from the bedroom, you started running.

Ending up both of you running around the house like two idiots, but both of you laughed as this happening between you, and eventually Shu caught you and pulled you down to the couch, trapping you underneath him.

Both of you breathing heavily after running around the house, "You, ..want to be more than we already are..?" He asked as he tried to catch his breath.

God he looks so, hot.

Sweat slowly coming down from his forehead, his neck glistening with sweat too. Him breathing heavily above you, you immediately averted your eyes up to his.

"Mhm?"

"Like, Husband and Wife?"

"What do you think?"

"...Then, let's, ... prepare for the marriage.."

"Okay- .... Wait, NOW-????"

"I mean, when do you want it?"

"... Fair enough, but can't you at least propose properly."

Shu then gently pulled your hand close to his lips, one hand right under yours and the other are in front of him instead of being placed behind him.

He placed a kiss at the back of your hand,

"Will you marry me? "

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

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[ovobawrites]

𝐵𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽: 𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝐸𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ♡ 𝐹𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈

disclaimer: this has already been posted on ao3 and quotev, i'm just reposting this beach episode special as a promo for the fic. after this is all my previous author notes.

this is a fem!reader and also a half chinese!reader insert.

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It took thirty minutes for you, Ruggie and Silver to convince Malleus that lifting up the villa was not, in fact, a good idea. It didn't help that Leona kept egging him on, smug grin on his face as Ruggie glared at him. Lilia was no help at all, too busy finding amusement in the chaos, while Kalim simply watched everything go down with a bright smile on his face. Too bright. Just what did he want with that boulder?

Jamil kept an eye on Kalim with a wary look, but seemed distracted enough by Azul and Idia's pain. You think you saw him smile when Azul was moved to tears by the crushed sandcastle. You took the opportunity to get closer to Kalim, and tilted your head imploringly when he made eye contact. 

"Hm? There's nothing to worry about (Y/N)!" He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I just wanted to see how big this boulder was! Plus, it was sooo cool when Malleus brought it over with his magic!"

He was definitely up to something. "Why do you need a boulder?" You confronted him, straightforward enough to catch him off guard. "Is it for a prank of some sort?"

Kalim paled at that. The last prank that went down in NRC was... something to say the least. Riddle still hasn't uncollared that one brave Heartslabyul boy who participated in it. "No! Never!" He looked around nervously. "How could I after... that incident?!"

"So it isn't something completely foolhardy, then?"

He chuckled at that. "Nope! I just wanted to prepare a surprise for everyone." Kalim's bright smile morphed into a much softer, kinder, real expression. "Everyone's been getting along so well... so I figured I might as well do something to celebrate!"

You could see why. You still were shocked that Riddle hadn't tried to kill Floyd in his sleep yet. Or that Azul hadn't been tossed into the ocean by Jamil. Or that Rook and Leona and Malleus hadn't gotten into a blowout fight-

Okay, so maybe your brother was right when he said that your friends were completely dysfunctional a week back. 

You nodded slowly, implying agreement to Kalim, and resolved to distract everyone else from what he was doing. "Do you want to move it somewhere else for now? So that you can prepare, whatever it is, in secret?"

Kalim brightened up at that. "That'd be perfect, thanks! Maybe we should get Malleus to-"

He popped up next to the two of you immediately, eyes glowing with subtle pride. "Do the two of you require me for a task?"

Kalim nodded excitedly and started to animatedly describe what he wanted Malleus to do for him, complete with rapid motions and hand gestures. Everyone else was too distracted to notice, thankfully. Leona and Ruggie were laughing amongst themselves, sly looks on the pair's faces. Vil, Rook and Cater were still distracted by their photoshoot. And Lilia was carrying a sleeping Silver while trying to help Idia and Azul resolve their differences enough to rebuild their sandcastle. Ortho had moved off to talk to Jade about the meal prep, most likely. And the splashing from the water was definitely Riddle being almost drowned by Floyd. Poor Trey.

"Oh- that's right! (Y/N), wanna come help us out?" Kalim turned to you, Malleus and him pleadingly staring with begging eyes for you to join them.

"Sure." You smiled placidly, mind spinning with thoughts and predictions and-

Malleus placed a hand on your shoulder and Kalim grabbed your hand. "Shall we depart?"

"Yeah, let's start!"

It was. An effort. On your part that is. Usually Kalim and Malleus's excitement wouldn't have had you so off kilter but... You weren't at your best today. That was all. 

"Then we just need to trim this part down here and-" Kalim wiped the sweat off his brow. "We'll be finished for today! This is gonna be so cool!"

You nodded absentmindly, floating with the help of Malleus's magic to chisel down the part he just pointed out. "I think we should cover it in some sort of sealant or resin though." You remarked absentmindedly. "I'm afraid the stone might be too soft and our work will be washed away by the water."

"There is no need for worry," Malleus smiled, "I have all ready casted a spell that should mitigate the effects of any of the natural world."

"It won't be too much of a drain on you?" Kalim fretted, "I don't wanna knock you out! You've already helped so much Malleus and-"

"This is nothing to me, Kalim. Fret not." Malleus said in reply, lowering you to the ground with a wave of his pen.

"Thank you." You nodded at him and brushed the dust off of you. "We must leave now. Before the others get suspicious." You reminded Kalim and Malleus gently. 

"Right!" Kalim hissed at that, "Jamil's probably gonna kill me- oh god."

"Then we better start to hurry." You smiled, and then a thought. "Race you there!"

A laugh and you were off, blind to Kalim and Malleus's shocked and joyful smiles behind you. Laughter bubbling up as they chased you down the shore to the group.

"Catch me if you can Zhìzhi[1]!" A childish laugh and the patter of footsteps down the long hallway. Servants moving to the side, silent as always while the chase ensued.

"You can run, but you can't hide sister!" A burst of speed and a shriek of joy. A warm hug and rough hands messing up your hair.

"Hey- wait that's not fair!" Kalim laughed, bright and cheerful. "You got a headstart!"

"There you are," Jamil raised an eyebrow at Kalim, preparing to scold him if necessary. "what were you doing?"

You sighed. Looks like you were gonna have to take the lead on this one. Neither Malleus nor Kalim could lie very well, and Kalim's nervous laughs were not helping to assuage whatever Jamil's suspicions were. 

"We were just seeing how strong Malleus's magic is!" You remarked in a lilting voice, swaying to and fro with your arms behind your back. "We wanted to see him drop boulders into the water to create some big waves and..."

"We didn't want to risk Riddle drowning if we did it over here!" Kalim chimed in, looking awfully proud of himself.

"Are... are you implying I'm short?" Riddle started slowly, already starting to flush a violent red.

"Hm? No?" Kalim tilted his head. "I just thought, 'cause Jade and Floyd can breathe underwater they'd be fine. And I-" He paused for less than a second, unnoticed by everyone but you. "I wouldn't put it past Floyd to drown you..." He looked away for a second at that, hiding the glimpse of the smile that threatened to spread across his face. Redirection was Kalim's specialty, after all.

"Sea Otter's right~" Floyd threw an arm over Riddle's head, using him as an armrest. "I would totally let Goldfishie sleep with the fishes." 

Jade grinned. "Maybe don't reveal your intentions so early into the game, Floyd." 

The two laughed amongst themselves, turning into straight up howling when Riddle launched himself at Floyd in an effort to pound him into the ground. It did not work, only forcing Trey and Cater to try to temper their Housewarden's mood once more. You turned your head away from the scene, a complex mix of feelings flooding your chest. Muddy browns made from greens, reds and blues made your heart pulse painfully.

You walked away from the scene to instead inspect the sandcastle Idia and Azul made. It was sprawling in magnitude, elaborate with each detail planned to the t. Something about the temporary state it lived in made the structure even more beautiful. Before you knew it, you had unintentionally crouched down to look upon the tiny city the two had made.

"I-it's amazing, isn't it." Idia stuttered for a moment, avoiding eye contact, hair tinged pink. "You know, I based the entire thing off of the map from Star Rogue. It's this old game Ortho and I used to play and-"

Azul interjected Idia's rambling, smirk on his face. "Please, Idia. Would it kill you to stop such long winded rants? Don't you think (Y/N) is more interested in the process of making this, anyways? She is a student of the arts."

"Oh, I don't mind listening to his rambles," you remarked offhandedly. "I enjoy listening to what Idia's passionate about." You moved in closer to the small town, an unbidden smile on your face from the remarkable care put into the piece. "...I think it's rather striking how you made such a beautiful piece, all while aware of the futility of it all. Tomorrow, this sandcastle will be knocked down by winds and the night, yet you built it anyways. It's a wonderful example of how, at the end of the day, the only thing that separates us from animals is our desire to create. To make something so meaningless, simply because you wanted to," You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, glancing up at the two boys with a warm gaze. "I think it's rather lovely."

"I-it's a s-sand empire actually-y" Idia choked out, hair weaving pink trails of light in the darkening evening. He reached for the hood of his pale blue sleeveless hoodie with shaking hands, fiddling with the strings. A small smile on his face.

Azul blinked, the tips of his ears a deep red. He opened his mouth uselessly, flapping it like a fish before simply walking away with a muffled shriek. The tweels rushing over to him at his embarrassment like sharks to blood.

"Oh- sorry, sand empire." You blinked, a little shocked at their reactions. 

Idia looked away in reply, hair still in that shade of fuchsia. But he still leant down to offer you a hand up. 

You took the proffered hand, slightly bashful from the look Idia was giving you. It was an intense stare, only present when you looked away from him. You think you might be...

No. You can't afford it right now. Or ever.

You still held his hand for the entire walk back.

The group had walked back to the villa for showers, leaving only Jade and Ortho to prepare the food of the night. After last night's fiasco, it was a welcome change. Not even Leona had a negative quip when the two chefs left for the kitchen, though that might have been from Ruggie's stern glare. And so you all parted ways, though you couldn't help but miss Idia's hand in yours.

Even if your isolated dorm had running water and working showers, it couldn't compare to the luxury of these bathrooms. Seems Crowley really splurged on this villa. How kind of him!

But you had heard rumors of him wanting to go on this trip himself, held back by only the mountain of paperwork he needed to complete.

That might explain why Crewel was so ecstatic about the trip. The staff likely held a raffle of some sort, you knew Trein would have killed to be in Crewel's place.

You snickered at that thought, toweling your hair softly and finishing up your nighttime routine. It'd only been an hour since the group had gotten back, but you still wanted to know how Jade and Ortho's cooking was going. You wanted to see the harmony present from Trey's morning cooking. You had no doubt the two would practically dance around the kitchens and- 

You missed Zhìháo, just a little. 

Even when you had turned 10, Zhìháo 14, you had still cooked and baked together. It wasn't as filled with childish chatter like before, your mother had made sure of that. But the silence was comforting nonetheless. Something about simply existing with the one person you'd ever loved in the room was just perfect. It had filled you with blooming pink and yellow flowers, hummingbirds and butterflies buzzing in your stomach to create a warmth that you could only ever attribute to this nebulous feeling of home. You had wanted to stay with him, in your private little sanctuary. Just the two of you, together, until the end of time.

(It didn't last forever, though.

At some point, when you had turned 13 Jiànhóng had joined you both, when he wasn't busy with paperwork and his own retainer duties. He'd lightly bump Zhìháo's shoulder and laugh loudly when there was a smear of flour on his liege's face. Jiànhóng would teach you how to cook french toast[2], the streetfood greasy from oils and the peanut sauce. Yet it had still been the happiest moments in your life. Eating horribly unhealthy food. Just you and your two brothers. The only family you've ever known.

And then-)

You shook the memory from your head, not wanting to dredge in those dreadful days. Instead, you walked down the stairs and went to enter the kitchens. 

Whirring from the ventilation fans and from Ortho's cooling system could be heard from the bottom of the staircase. But the noise was overwhelmed by tense voices, raising in volume, only interrupted by the dinging of egg-timers and the clanging of pans. 

This probably wasn't good.

You slowly walked into the kitchen, making sure your footsteps could be heard as you peeked past the door frame to see Jade and Ortho. The two of them were obviously upset, Ortho making snipping comments at Jade who retorted with cutting remarks. While Ortho's anger was clear from the red flames, Jade's was only belied by his strong grip on the cooking utensils, practically bending pan handles and spatulas. It was almost funny, but the anger had you scared.

Sure, NRC was filled with testosterone and the fury of the students within, but something about seeing your friends truly angry, to the point where they looked ready to snap and hurt those around them-

It had a black snake coiling in your guts.

You had stood there, frozen and pale (unnoticeably so, the jade of your mask containing not even one crack) until you were noticed by Ortho. 

"Oh! (Y/N)!" He brightened up immediately, hair turning back to its usual blue. "What are you doing here? Did you come over to help?"

You smiled placidly. "I'd like to, but I doubt I'd be of any help. But, forgive me if this is too forwards, is something wrong? You and Jade seem rather-"

"Nothing's-" Jade lowered his voice at the slight flinch you had made from the yell. "Nothing is wrong, Ortho and I... simply disagree on a few things."

"It's not my fault you're mathematically inferior to me, the numbers prove it!" Ortho pouted and crossed his arms, "Besides, if you had just listened to me-"

"Maybe you should listen to the experienced chef, hm?" Jade interjected, hand on chest while the other seemed to have tightened its grip on the pan.

"And maybe you should listen to the chef with more knowledge!" Ortho replied snappishly. 

Jade opened his mouth to retort but you cut him off, injecting just the slightest hint of timidity in your voice. "What were you two disagreeing on, exactly?"

"Cooking techniques." The two spoke mulishly in unison, glaring at each other. Ortho jumped at a timer going off and returned to a pan on the stove top right by Jade.

"I see." You didn't. "But how come you two are both so angry?"

"I'd be calmer if there wasn't this tinny, robotic voice in my ear critiquing my every move." Jade spat out in a rare display of true frustration.

You turned to look disapprovingly at Ortho. "Ortho, is this true?"

He shrank back a little, looking put off. "Well- yes but," he gathered up confidence and raised his voice once more. "Jade kept on ignoring my suggestions for meals and told me to just follow his lead! I want a chance to cook something other than Mostro Lounge recipes-"

"Well, you can do that on your own time. Preferably far away from me-"

"Anyways why should I listen to someone who can't even baste properly-"

"Not that you even need to cook for yourself as someone who doesn't even have tastebuds-"

"Well at least I can-"

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. You were going to get a headache from this fighting. "How about... the two of you compromise?"

They both snapped their heads towards you, fierce looks on both of their faces. 

"No way!"

"Absolutely not."

"How could I collaborate with a creep like-"

"This child can't even-"

"Enough." You didn't raise your voice, but there was no need to. The two froze just from your tone alone. "Either compromise or have one work on the main course and the other on appetizers and desserts."

"...I wanna do desserts!"

"I'll gladly work on the main course, then."

Figures neither of them could even force a compromise. NRC boys. No matter. It wasn't your job to teach them how to work together anyways. You walked out of the kitchen and settled on the couch.

"(Y/N), you look... haggard." Vil looked up from his phone, face mask on while he lay down on the couch opposite you.

"Jade and Ortho don't get along well at all." You groaned, "Surprising, no?"

He stared at you flatly. "You thought two people from different dorms would get along?"

You giggled at that. "Well- I had hoped-"

"The first step is to not hope at all. Keep your expectations low." He glanced back at his phone and tapped on the screen for a moment before focusing his attention solely on you. "But that's not all that's bothering you, is it?"

You almost snapped to attention at that, the only thing stopping you being months of training on composure and masks. "Hm? What makes you say that?"

"I'm an actor, remember?" Vil sniffed disapprovingly. "Besides, you have a crease between your brows."

"Oh, I didn't realise," You looked away, off into the distance as you considered what to say, scratching your arm. "It was merely a bad memory, that's all."

Vil's stare pinned you to the couch, a warmth in it similair to the passion of the sun. "Do you want to talk about it? It apparently helps with," He finger quoted, "bad memories."

You didn't know what to say. You couldn't talk about it and even if you wanted to it was-

"You don't have to, you know. Just say no." Vil jolted you from your thoughts. His brows furrowed in slight worry before he smoothed his expression out once more. "It was a suggestion, you don't need to."

You nodded stiltedly. You hadn't realised how affected you were by the thought of that time. Even now it rested in the back of your mind, a viper ready to strike.

"Listen," Vil sighed. "You don't have to tell me what's going on with you- would you rather I talk about something to distract you from," he gestured his hand up and down at your form. "whatever is bothering you?"

"I-" Your voice almost broke and your throat felt thick, tongue heavy. "I'd appreciate that."

Vil stared at you appraisingly for a moment, searching for something you didn't know of. He looked satisfied when he found it and then launched into an elaborate rant featuring the problems with makeup brands, celebrity endorsements and... Neige? Whoever that was. But either way, his soothing voice helped to calm you down, matching your shaky breathing to the rhythm of his speech and-

Eventually you locked those thoughts away. The nails against your arm soon turned into a comforting rub of hand against raw skin. And in that moment, you once more wished for a forever that would never stay.

[1] Zhìzhi here is just a cute nickname (y/n) used when they were younger. very childish but it was theirs? you know. [2] So chinese french toast (that's the name I know it by) is a fried bread sandwich sort of thing? Stuffed with this salty peanut paste sauce and coated in condensed milk. It's absolutely delicious and a comfort food for me! Even though it's really greasy and probably super unhealthy haha...

Mini Theatre Jamil: Wait where's Kalim- Azul: NOOOO THE SANDCASTLE Idia: NOT AGAINNNNNN Jamil: Nevermind, I've got more pressing things to pay attention to Silver, in a pile of sand: Oh, did I fall asleep again?

Idia and (Y/N)'s relationship is essentially: Idia, ranting passionately about some game franchise while (Y/N) is nodding along and either resting against his shoulder or drawing Couple goals lol

and here is the eighth part of the beach ep. if you'd like to read the rest of the fic, you can read it on ao3 here, and on quotev here.

[alicedash2]

Shanks x Reader

Reader starts a be a Uta's mom (fluff version)

Yandere version

-Shanks! Shanks!- Uta called him

-What is it, Uta?- Shanks asked

- I want a mother! - Uta said

-what?-

°•°•°•

- Shanks, I want a mother! Why do I only have you as a father?- Uta asked

- Ah, Uta, forget about it, look how many jewels we found! Do you want some?" Shanks asked.

- jewelry doesn't do anything, I want a mother- Uta said with a sad face

"...let's find one, just wait a bit," Shanks said, making Uta smile again.

°•°•

- Shanks, can I look for a mother?- Uta asked

- ha, sure, just don't go far! - Shanks said, thinking it was just a joke,

Uta walks through the city, until he finds a coffee shop, where outside, there was a beautiful woman, who read while eating a cake and drinking coffee, Uta admires the woman's elegance, and shyly goes to her

-hey...- Uta called her

-hey how's it going? Can I help you with something?" The woman asked.

- you... Can you be my mother?- Uta asked

-like this?-

-my mother...hm..mother- Uta repeated

- must be lost, take me to your parents, it's dangerous to be alone- YN said, Uta agrees and takes her to Shanks

A while later, Uta arrives at the bar where Shanks was, and calls him, saying he found a mother.

- I found it, come and see it, quick!- Uta said

"Oh, let's see," Shanks said.

As they leave, Shanks sees a beautiful woman, Shanks is transfixed by the beauty of the woman, but what he didn't notice is that this woman had a serious and angry face.

- how do you dare?! - the woman said

-Hmm? What?- Shanks woke up

- you left your daughter alone while drinking at the bar?! Nice father you are! - a woman said

- a-ah! Sorry, Uta, come here- Shanks called her

- seriously!- YN said while turning around

"Can you tell me your name?" Shanks asked

- YN LN, why?-

-...you want something to drink?- Shanks asked, but YN just refuses and leaves

°•°•

A while later, Uta wanders around the city and finds her again, she goes to YN and hugs her.

- Mom! - Uta said

- honey, I'm not your mother! - YN said, she feels Uta tightened the hug and shook a little

- ah... Take me to your father again- Before they go looking for Shanks, the man appears

- there you are, YN, Uta!- Shanks said with a huge smile

- sorry about that, Uta has wanted a mother for a long time - Shanks said

- but I can't be her mother, you should pay more attention to her- YN said

- but I do, ah, my name is Shanks and I'm a pirate!- Shanks said

- mother! Shall we eat cake?- Uta asked

-go with her, YN, she seems to be very happy beside her...- Shanks said

- If you want, I'll accompany you - Shanks said

-okay- YN said, she takes Uta to her house, who prepares a cake and other sweets, thus, conquering Shanks and Uta even more, which also happens to YN, who laughs at Shanks' jokes and stories, the flirting and praise

Hours pass, YN notices that the small child was not among them, but sleeping leaning on the table, YN takes her in her arms and wraps her in a blanket, telling Shanks to take her on the ship.

- take me to your ship, Shanks- YN spoke

Shanks was still talking to YN on the way to the ship, when he arrives, YN puts Uta in his bed.

- YN - Shanks called her

-Hmm?-

"Thanks" Shanks said.

- There is no problem! I loved being a joke mom for a day!- Yn said jokingly and smiling

- I really appreciate it, Uta seemed to be very happy - Shanks' expression changes from happy to sad

-but...- Shanks said

- Hmm?-

-Tomorrow we're leaving, and if Uta sees that you won't be around... I don't know how I'm going to deal with the situation, she will probably feel it - Shanks said

- Shanks...- YN said

- if you want, I'll stay here with you - YN said, making sparkles appear in Shanks' eyes

- You don't have to do that, YN!- Shanks said

- but I don't want to be alone either - YN said

- YN...- Shanks looked at her

- Please, stay with us- Shanks said while holding YN's mother, who looked at him intensely

- Shanks..- YN approached and Shanks hugged her tightly

-I will protect you two, I love you, YN!- Shanks said

- Shanks!- YN reciprocated the hug, Shanks kisses her on the face until reaching the lips, thus, an official couple

Being Uta's mother was exhausting, as Shanks was a goofy man who was always playing pranks on Uta, and the two of them getting scolded.

- I don't care, by the way, I'm getting scolded, but from a beautiful woman!- Shanks took another husky while the crew laughed

POWERS OF MOTHER AND WIFE/GIRLFRIEND

- Uta, get down from there! You're going to get hurt!- YN said, but UTA disobeys and ends up falling and getting hurt

- Uta, I warned you!- YN runs to Uta to take care of the wounds

- Shanks, there's no use hiding it - YN said

- I didn't hide anything, I don't know what you're talking about - Shanks said

- Really, what is this here?!- YN showed a bottle of sake

- If you knew, why did you even ask?- Shanks asked, but receives a hunchback from YN

- YN, did you see my hat?- Shanks asked

- It's in your locker!- YN shouted back

- it is not! I already looked!- Shanks shouted

- Shanks, if I find it, I'll rub it in your face!- YN gets up from the chair in the kitchen and goes to Shanks, who was sitting

- you can look for it, it's not there- Shanks said, but, YN raises his hand, showing the hat, YN just puts it on his head and leaves

BONUS

Shanks makes sure to always give YN the best kisses, when YN and Shanks give, the best nights!

Always protecting YN and Uta

Giving YN gifts, and always taking YN and Uta out, or, when they want some alone time, just YN and Shanks, Shanks makes sure YN has enough money to go out with Uta when he goes to bars, oh no that YN decides to stay with Shanks with Uta.

They hardly fight seriously, just fights about how Shanks is being a goof while YN has to take care of Shanks and Uta at the same time

Shanks loves YN's lipstick-marked kisses, when YN runs his hand through Shanks' hair, small but comforting things, when YN is very tired, he always accompanies her, giving her caresses, kisses and treating her like a princess

[eldritch-araneae]

Sparkpulse XII - Jewel of Vos

Summary: Bumblebee and Windblade are searching for cultural artifacts to take with them to the stars. What they found wasn't just an ancient heritage, but direct key to Bumblebee's past. ((Hello, I'm back with new update and amazing art! Enjoy! <3))

Days go by as Autobots prepare to leave Cybertron while searching for the missing AllSpark. Despite scouts' best efforts to find the most important cybertronian artifact, they still have zero clues where it could be. As if it’s just vanished from existence.

Trying to distract himself, Bumblebee switched his focus to gathering resources, historical artifacts, and anything with cultural value. They are leaving but still will part parts of Cybertron with them. Thus, he and his amica are exploring nearby regions.

“We’re finally here,” Bumblebee says, gazing at the ruins of Vos below him as he leans into Windblade’s side.

“So eerie to see the city we often see in your dreams being busy and full of life, being so quiet and empty.” She looks at the horizon, seeing nothing but ruined buildings and rubble everywhere. The silence is almost deafening, only a howling wind making it a bit more bearable. Her optics land on the particular building. “I see our destination.”

“Yep, Jewel of Vos, the city amphitheater. It has seen countless people and history in making.” Bumblebee nods, “I hope we’ll find some cultural artifacts intact. The more we take with us the better.”

“Couldn’t agree more!” Windblade smiles and opens her arms. “Shall we?”

Bumblebee happily jumps into her embrace, letting her grip him tight as they fly into the air. In a few minutes they reach the amphitheater, Bumblebee sensed a layer of sadness coming from Windblade’s spark. It’s been like this since they returned from the Spire. Initially, he thought it was stress over seeing him badly injured, but the mood still prevails weeks later, even though he recovered fully without issues. It troubles him, but he doesn’t want to push either.

They head inside, stepping carefully around the unstable floor.

“So, do you like new weapons Wheeljack made for us? That ammo system looks very cool!” Bumblebee tries to bring up the mood.

“Yes, I even tested my sword in the training arena. It’s a bit noisy but very effective! I think those “undead” stand no chance against us.”

“Ugh, right, those things! It would be great if we won’t run into them… but last scouting reports said they’re crawling everywhere.”

“Not good. Is Shockwave sending them or do they just wander around? If yes then why? They don’t seem capable to execute even trivial tasks.”

“Who knows…” Bumblebee sighs, trying to not think around it. Seeing her mood isn’t improving too much, he changes the topic. “By the way, did you hear Arcee and Slipstream are dating now?”

“Huh, really? Looks like your matchmaking efforts paid off!" she chuckles, but her mood still fades quickly. They carefully pass the ruined hallway into an open arena-like space. This was the center of everything for everyone.

“Windblade, are you alright?” Bumblebee finally asks, seeing how dancing around the subject proved no help. “You’ve been feeling sad for a while now and I’m worried about you.”

“Am I?” her optics widen in surprise. ”Hm… now you mention this, I do feel some kind of sadness, but never bothered to stop and examine it.”

Bumblebee perks, seeing being direct was a good choice. He spots a few benches intact in the front of the arena and takes her hand. "Well, we don’t have to rush with the mission, and I feel anyone near us. I think we should rest. And talk.”

Windblade’s expression softens, following Bumblebee to take the seat. They relax in the front row, taking in the melancholy of the forgotten place. Bumblebee opens his arms, offering her a hug. She gladly accepts it and pulls him closer. They stayed like this before she gathered her thoughts.

“The fight with Decepticons near the Spire.“ She says. ”I wasn’t thinking much at the moment as I was afraid for your life, but now the danger is behind us I keep thinking about how I reacted.”

“You were protecting me.”

“Yes, but it’s not just that. Usually, I count hits in my head, always aiming to subdue my opponent as fast as possible. But when Starscream stabbed you, my mind went blank and the next thing I see is his tail in the ground.” She sighs as she slightly nuzzles his head. Bumblebee feels fear in her spark as she said the last sentence. “I know he’ll grow another tail in a few days. His regenerative abilities are impressive… but still.”

“Are you afraid of losing control?” He asks while being impressed if he was honest. He knew she was an incredibly skilled warrior, but he never thought how much precision and focus goes into it.

“Exactly. I don’t want to kill somebody when I don’t intend to. Or killing in general, even if I want to.” Windblade trails off in the end as if now she is not sure she should say it out loud.

“Did you ever have to?” he asks carefully, sensing he’s getting into touchy subject territory.

“Unfortunately.” She sighs. She looks down to see his face. He nods, encouraging her to keep going. ”It saved the rest of Autobots from death, but it’s not something I can easily brush off and get over it.”

“I’m sorry, it must be tough.” He squeezed her lightly. ”No one should be forced to kill for the greater good, and wish I could take this burden from you.”

“You’re very kind, but I wouldn’t want this for you.”

“That’s alright, I think I used to do this kind of thing. Rarely, but I would have to kill a beast only because it grew too big and powerful it started to decimate its ecosystem. When it comes to awful people in power, I tend to think the same. I would take this burden so no one has to do this. That’s what I was made for, I think.”

“That’s fascinating! You’re full secrets, aren’t you?” she lightly boops his nose, earning a cute giggle in return. Bumblebee feels her mood is getting better after she let out the burden from her chest.

“Apparently yes. I still can’t grasp my past, but little dreams here and there show I used to be some kind of guardian. Watching over nature, making sure ecosystems are stable and overseeing evolution.”

“Your vast biology knowledge definitely supports this!”

Bumblebee looks up and reaches with his face to gently nuzzle her face, causing more giggles from both partners. Windblade’s improved significantly, and he sighs in relief.

A shuffling sound nearby interrupts the peaceful moment. After exchanging confused looks, Bumblebee carefully moves towards the noise with his weapon drawn from subspace containment.

“RAAAAWR!” a creature jumps out from the wall crack, ready to maul whoever dared to get close. Sharpened reflexes guide the minibot, he beheads it in one swift motion. Electric pure energon spills everywhere, its limp body collapses onto the floor. Windblade was immediately at Bumbebee’s side.

“Here they are…” she says with much disdain.

“Yes, I forgot they were sparkless, no wonder I couldn’t sense anyone nearby except you— wait!”

“Hm?”

He went still, focusing deeply on his senses. “No way! Now I feel someone else, right at the edge of my radius. They’re deeper into the amphitheater and very stressed. Can’t really tell who it is from here, but they might need our help.”

“Lead the way, Bee!” she says with her sword ready.

Carefully the duo proceeds deeper into the establishment, trying their best to not alert the undead husks. It was easy at first, but the number of monsters raises significantly as they keep going.

‘This is getting tricky.’ Windblade says into Bumblebee’s mind to keep it quiet.

‘And in addition to my inability to sense them - they all look gray, merging with the surroundings.’ He grimaces, trying to see how many husks are on their path. ‘At least the spark is nearby… and it sounds like Frenzy or Rumble. Can’t say which since they’re twins.’

‘Right, being split sparks and all.’ She nods, mentally preparing ahead of time since either of the cassette twins can be an absolute menace. ‘Something tells me the husks hunting anyone alive, no matter which side they’re on. Megatron has such little regard for his own comrades.’

‘I’m not surprised, he still lets Shockwave do anything he wants.’ He almost growls but manages to keep it inside. ‘Let’s get moving.’

Tip-toeing around the horde, Bumblebee tries to not react to the unnatural sounds the undead make. They groan and moan nonstop, shuffling and stumbling to stand. He could say they act like dying beasts, but even this wouldn’t be the right comparison. A beast would be silent as it’d weak, it would hide so no one can found it. Meanwhile, the undead has no rhyme and reason! Their behavior is random, only controlled by a simple algorithm that occasionally triggers some other functions.

They shouldn't exist. It’s nothing but a waste of precious mechon that could become a brand new living being housing the brilliant spark! Instead, it’s nothing but a flex of the disillusioned scientist who’s thinking he’s above nature! Every protocol in his mind urges him to fix the balance and return the stolen mechon to the core.

But the core has been broken for a long time! Littered with corpses, nothing gets recycled. It’s the reason why he’s stuck with a fragile cold constructed body that can’t even form into his dragon alt-mode!

Bumblebee takes a deep breath to cool his raging core. He feels the comforting hand of his amica, grounding him. She knows how he feels, but she’s right - no time for distractions. They successfully sneak by the horde into a big round room.

“This looks like a small auditorium.” Windblade stares in awe at the surrounding. Despite the destruction, she can make out detailed ornaments on broken walls. “I can only imagine how beautiful this place used to be.”

Bumblebee took a few seconds to admire the craft before his attention moved to the spark to his right. “You can come out, it’s safe here for now.”

“So you can kill me? Naaah, I’m good!” A distressed voice replies." Especially you bug, you’re scary!”

“What? We won’t?” Bumblebee says, glancing at Windblade in slight confusion. Autobots have never carelessly wasted lives. Even when Sentinel was in charge, he couldn’t convince every Autobot that unnecessary violence was necessary. But, of course, Megatron has to keep what remains of his army on a short leash.

“We aren’t on the battlefield right now, nor killing you is part of our mission.” She says. “And the undead doesn’t differentiate the sides it seems. I think it will be beneficial to all of us to stick together and get out of here before those things overwhelm us.”

“…Fine.” After a few seconds of shuffling, a purple and pink cassette crawls out rubble.

“Rumble, you look terrible!” Windblade gasps, seeing several injuries all over his plating.

“Well… I thought those reanimated people will be friendly to us since Shockwave made them…” Rumble averts his visor away from taller mechs, embarrassed by his naive thinking.

“He has never been on your side, to begin with,” Bumblebee says in the matter-o-fact. “Anyway, let’s go.”

“Wait, Frenzy is out there! When the horde attacked us, I lost sight of him.”

“Huh?” Bumblebee focuses on his senses, trying to locate the other twin for a few minutes. “He’s not nearby. Do you remember where you separated?”

“Sort of… I think? The ruins look all the same!”

“Show me.”

They follow the cassette, avoiding the horde, to the opposite side of the building from where the duo entered. Eventually, he stops. ”I think it was over here.”

Bumblebee’s keen optics notices huge scratch marks on the floor. The size is too big for any creature they have seen so far. That’s concerning, but maybe it’s just old marks left by a beastformer. Like Grimlock! But his claw marks look different. In fact, he can’t recall anyone with such a claw shape among the living.

“Hey? Are you there?” Rumble’s voice snaps him back to reality.

“Uh, sorry.” He focuses on his senses once again. Immediately he catches a distressed ping several meters away from him. “He must be in the next room, let’s go!”

Without hesitation, the group sprints into another auditorium to find Frenzy being cornered by an undead abomination.

“Why is it so huge? What’s wrong with it?!” Rumble yells in horror as Bumblebee and Windblade froze in place. It wasn’t just another reanimated cybertronian. It was a blob welded together from different parts of several people. Countless arms are twisting several faces around like worms, armed with jagged claws. The minibot realizes where the claw marks came from. Those claws looks like roughly cut sheets of metal, welded to creature's fingers.

“Stars! One thing is seeing this in movies and another when it’s in front of you!” Windblade grips her sword tightly.

“Cut this thing to pieces!” Bumblebee growls in fury, loading his glaive. It crackles with electricity. Without fear Bumblebee charges at the blob of hands, unleashing his anger. A loud thunderclap shakes the air as the blade cuts through the arm tendrils.

Windblade follows. His sword hums with energy, heating up so much it activates the fan in the hilt. With a precise motion, she slices another tendril off. The creature backed away from Frenzy, shifting its attention to the duo.

“It’s working!” Windblade cuts closer to the core of the creature. His optics catch a glimpse of amalgamated faces beneath. “Whatever power source it has, it must be where the faces are.”

“Got it!” Bumblebee replies as he cuts through from his side. The moment he sees the core he lunges for it. He misses. One creature’s arms grab his leg and yank him hard.

“Oof!” he falls onto the flower before the hand drags high up allowing more hands to restrain him. Bumblebee snuggles against several arms trying to squeeze him hard. His chest wails in pain and the spark loses its rhythm. He gasps, the pain is getting sharper.

“Bee!” Windblade flies up above the creature, then dives right at the arms holding her amica, severing them off successfully. Immediately she catches him in mid-air, landing a few meters away from the monster. Bumblebee freezes in her arms, waiting for his pulse to stabilize.

The undead amalgamation hisses and retaliates against them with its remaining arms, but the sudden earthquake forces it to lose its balance. Windblade looks over her shoulder to see Rumble using his stompers to stall the monster.

“Come here, you ugly face!” Rumble taunts and it works as the abomination charges at it. It chases the cassette around until he tripped and fell right in front of it. The monster would have injured him if not for the glaive and the sword piercing its core. Everything went still before was sliced into three pieces.

The undead abomination falls apart, revealing Windblade and Bumblebee behind it. The core hits the ground, revealing its power source - a crystallized pure energon. The minibot growls and crush it into pieces with his foot. It was over. Rumble stares at him with a frightened expression, noting to never anger the yellow minibot no matter how harmless he appears.

“Primus this thing was horrible! I almost died!” Frenzy finally gathers his bearings.

“You shouldn’t wander around the horde alone.” Bumblebee reloads his glaive just in case.

“They aren’t supposed to attack us!”

“Uh-huh.”

“We should leave before more of them come,” Windblade says.

“Yep, not staying here!” Rumble grabs their twin’s arm and hurriedly to the exit. For a second he pauses. “Um…thanks for the help by the way. You’re not bad. For Autobots I mean.”

The duo silently watches the cassettes leave.

‘Do you think we should leave or explore a bit more?’ Windblade talks into Bumblebee’s head.

‘I think we can stay for a bit. Hate coming back empty-handed. And our new weapons were great! Wheeljack outdid himself.’

Windblade smiles and they continued to explore the building. It appears that dismantling the big creature was enough to scare the rest of the horde, making the search much easier. They kept going until they stumbled upon a locked room. Locks are nothing to Windblade. The door opens and both mean light up, finally!

“Musical storage room!” Windblade rushes to pick up an ancient violin. “It rusted all over and missing strings, but I’m sure Perceptor can fix this.”

“That’s amazing! I hope we have enough subspace to carry all of this!” Bumblebee runs his hand over a drum kit. “You know, I always wanted to try this.”

“And I wanted to learn guitar!” She picks it up after storing the violin. “Imagine us making an actual band, with Jazz and Arcee.”

Bumblebee smiles at the possibility, this can brighten everyone’s lives. He looks around to see what else they can carry home until his optics land on the familiar-looking filigree lantern sitting on the table. His optics widen as he hurriedly runs over to make sure he’s not seeing things.

It was indeed the object from his dreams that houses the protective black hole, hiding him from terrible monsters. He sees the effects of time on it: the silver oxidized into black and the shine long faded long ago, the glass is broken and some bits of filigree are damaged or fallen off completely. He hears a soft gasp behind him as Windblade saw it.

“Lightbright’s lantern! And it is still intact despite how much time has passed. She must be here but she wasn’t part of an orchestra or a singer.” Windblade says.

Bumblebee stares at the lantern as if it can tell him, answerers, then he noticed a bundle inside it. He carefully reaches inside, trying to not damage it further, and picked up something warped in black cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a small metal key. The duo exchange looks.

“A mystery she left behind!” Windblade whispers in slight excitement, making Bumblebee giggle softly.

“There is nothing else, so the lock must be nearby.” His first thought is to check the same table where he saw the lantern. There are a few containers stashed under the table. He pulls each one by one while Windblade goes through counters for something that might resemble the lock until they find an old black case.

She places it on the table and Bumblebee tries the key. It fits perfectly and with a soft few clicks the case opens. Inside is a small hexagon shape a purple ornate box made out of biometallic tree plating, giving it a unique texture. It is decorated with patterns made out of white gold and with crescent-shaped morganite gem sitting on top. A winding key sticking from the side makes it clear - it’s a music box.

“Woah!” Windblade stares in awe. “This box must be ancient, just judging by the materials its made of. Absolutely stunning!”

“Yes, the master made it with love and care. It looks so familiar thought.” He smiles, revering the masterwork. He opens the music box. Inside is a beautiful lotus-like flower, with petals carved of rose quartz. Then he winds up the music box. The flower opens up and begins to spin slowly as music fills the silent room.

The melody and beautiful and serene, yet with notes of melancholy in it. Bumblebee listens carefully feeling the song stirring so many memories in his head, but they are just out of reach. His optics tear up. He knows this song is incredibly important to him. And the fact he forgot because of the seal makes his spark ache.

Meanwhile, Windblade is entirely zoned out, feeling like she’s in a different place and time. She looks up to see Bumblebee’s face which is towering over her like a mountain, telling him he won’t be lonely anymore. He gently smiles as tears float down his face.

But it’s not her memory.

The moment of realization snaps her back to reality. What was that she had no clue, but before she could chew on this thought, her optics caught another thing in the case - a small datapad. She reaches to pick it up, activating it in her hand.

“Voice Auntification.” A robot's voice says.

Windblade glances over at Bumblebee, who also heard it. She passes the datapad to him, feeling like the content stored in it must be addressed to him.

“Um…” he hums awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

“Welcome back Bumblebee.” Looks like it was enough to unlock it. Immediately he sees a message for him left on the home screen. He opens it.

Dear Bee, you probably won’t believe this, but I did! I found your music box! It was hard to track it down. But now it’s here and I am happy to —

The music abruptly stops, making the duo snap their heads where the box was only to see Frenzy holding it in his hands!

Bumblebee’s expression immediately changes fills with the fury that only a few people had the chance to see, giving the cassette a death glade that would incinerate him if it was possible. “Put. It. BACK!”

Frenzy freezes for a second, feeling like he’s just angered something he never shouldn’t, but it’s too late. He stoves it into subspace and bolts out the door as fast as he can. Bumblebee roars and runs after him.

“THAT’S MINE!” he yells as he pulls out his glaive and swings it at the cassette. Frenzy barely dodged the blade. Fear strikes Bumblebee’s spark. He cannot lose this music box! It has such huge significance to him and he won't lose it to some lousy con! He pickles up the pace and leaps after the con, capturing him successfully. They roll for a few meters as momentum carried them into the wall.

“Let go of me!” Frenzy yells, attempting it wrestle himself free.

“Return the box and I’ll let you go!”

“Make me!”

Something inside Bumblebee snaps and he roars, and Frenzy’s vision distorts drastically. The colors and waves fill everything, the chromatic aberration lining everyone's objects to see, becoming blurry and sharp again. He hears the minibot's demands, multiplied by hundreds of voices until he can’t hear anything else.

Frenzy had never been so terrified in his life. What kind of psychophysical warfare it is? Since when Autobots were capable of this?! No wonder many ‘cons are scared of this guy!

Unable to bear the assault on his mind any longer and he obeys. The moment the music box is pulled out of subspace, Bumblebee grabs it immediately and back away from the gasping cassette.

“Frenzy, what are you doing?” Rumble rushes in, confused about what’s going on. “We’re gotta leave!”

“I’m fulfilling Soundwave’s mission! He told us to go and bring this thing!” Frenzy point to the box Bumblebee’s protective hold. He growls at him in return.

“Well, but he saved us!” Rumble objects. “And he looks furious!”

“But Soundwave—“

“Soundwave can shove it where the sun does shine!”

“How dare you! He’s our caretaker!”

“A caretaker that doesn’t CARE about us anymore?! Wake up Frenzy, grows more neglectful each year! Only ‘Megatron this, Megatron that!’, when did he last time remember us outside of his stupid missions?!”

The twins loudly argue, looking like they were about start fighting. The emotions are high and unpleasant, the pain that has been setting in their sparks now is erupting out of the unhealed wound. He feels Windblade’s hands on his shoulders. She soundlessly asks if he’s okay. His expression softens and nods.

“Fine, you know what I don’t care! We’re leaving!” Frenzy throws his hands in the air, and stomps outside through the hole in the wall. Rumble sights, not sure if it was in relief or disappointment.

“Uh…” he feels like he needs to say something but can’t find the words.

“Do you always fight like this?” Windblade asks him.

“Not really, it's only a recent thing. Soundwave is the reason why.” Rumble says as he goes after his twin. “Not your business, though. Forget what you saw.”

‘That was a terrible fight.’ She says telepathically.

‘Yes. Decepticons’ life wasn’t great when I was infiltrating them and seems like it’s just gotten even worse.’ Bumblebee sighs. ‘No wonder so many left.’

Windblade hums in agreement, gently caressing his shoulders. ‘I have the lanterns with me and the datapad. And we got what we came for.’

‘Let’s go home.’           

They returned safely, and Jazz was ecstatic to see many musical instruments the pair recovered. A crowd formed around them to see and make plans to leans an instrument. Optimus Prime couldn't believe his optics when they showed the music box.

“You have no idea how rare this music box is!” he says in awe, carefully looking at it while Bumblebee holds it up to see, not letting anyone hold it. “Many experts dated it to the Primordial Era! The motifs on the box are showing the old world before Quintessons took over. And because of its rarity and one of the kind status, many rich people would do anything to get their hand on it. From blackmailing to murders. We are very fortunate to have it intact.”

Bumblebee grimaces at the thought, thinking about how many times it was passed around like it was an expensive thing for the rich to own.

“Can I keep it? I don’t know why, but I feel really attached to it.” Bumblebee asks, fearing he might have to give it up.

“Huh, I wonder why.” Optimus murmurs, before he nods. “Alright, you can keep it. Just take a good at it. It is one of the rarest Cybertronian artifacts we’ll ever get.”

“I will. Thank you.”

After a little party Jazz decided to throw to celebrate the mission's successes, the duo retreated to their room. It’s past noon and they desperately need sleep. But despite being tired Bumblebee is wide awake staring. The last message is occupying his mind, but at the same time, he is anxious to read it.

But he cannot wait any longer.

Bumblebee carefully crawls over Windblade and takes the datapad.

“Can’t sleep?” Turn out Windblade wasn’t asleep either.

“I keep thinking about the letter and everything. I must know what Lightbright wanted to say or I will never rest.” He lets out a sad chuckle.

“Fair enough,” she says and relaxes against the soft bed. “The melody was beautiful, can we hear it again?”

Bumblebee smiles and winds up the music box again, filling the room with music. Then he activates the datapad, this time he can read in peace without any distractions. His optics began running through the strokes.

Dear Bee, you probably won’t believe this, but I did! I found your music box! It was hard to track it down. But now it’s here and I am happy to return it so the memory of Starjump will always be with you.

Starjump. The name echoed in his mind, making his spark ache. Tears are slowly gathering in his optics as the memories try rushing into his head, but only to be stopped by the seal yet again. But his spark remembers.

It knows.

It grieves.

I’m leaving my lantern with it. I don’t know if my suspicions are true, but Shockwave has been stalking me lately. More cityspeakers are murdered, I feel my end is drawing near. So, if anything happens to me, I beg you not to blame yourself. What happened wasn’t your fault.

Bumblebee chokes softly, his spark hurts more as foggy tears float down his face.

You did all you could to save us. I hope one day you will be free from your prison and live your life again. So, please, live no matter what because I will find you in the next life. I promise!

I love you, Bumblebee. Until we meet again.

Tearful mist flows down his face as the realization hits him. Lightbright knew what was coming, and yet she wished for him to move on without guilt. Part of him that hates him denies this truth. It wants to object, that he deserved suffering for letting her, Starjump and others die. He feels Windblade’s gentle arms wrapping around his chest, pulling him closer.

This is when he knows Lightbright would comfort him if she was in Windblade’s place. She wouldn't want him agonizing over the past. He knows it. It’s hard to accept, but he can try. She asked him after all, he’ll do it for her.

Bumblebee turns around to hug Windblade fully. He buries his face into her chest, allowing himself to feel all his emotions as the music keeps playing.

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Author's Note: Phew, that took a while for to update, go hit with burn out really badly that cause me to rewrite this chapter multiple times! And they I decided to be ambitions and to make a title-card-like art for the chapter... which also took a while to draw xD

I'm sorry for all Soundwave fans, Earthspark planted the seed into my head, and now I want to explore this. But don't worry it, won't be just a drama for nothing I promise~

I hope you enjoyed the update! Like, reblog, comment until the next update! Cheers! <3

[bethanydelleman]

Can you rank the Austen men from most to least likely to be unfaithful to their wives?

Ya people with your great questions messing up my carefully organized queue... lol, who am I kidding I have no organization. Excellent question!

I honestly believe that Jane Austen wrote and imagined these men as faithful, but given their personalities, moral codes, and circumstances, I shall sort them into two buckets, More Likely and Not Likely

Not Likely:

Fitzwilliam Darcy - I buy the argument that Darcy is demisexual, so I don't think he seeks out sex without emotional attachment and he'd definitely consider an emotional attachment cheating. I doubt he's a virgin, but I think he'd be faithful when married.

Edward Ferrars - he may have accidentally fallen in love while engaged, but he remained faithful to a woman he didn't even like. I cannot see him cheating on Elinor in a million years. Also, with his profession and dislike of London, he has low accessibility (a big factor in cheating).

George Knightley - perfectly content to mostly stay at home and hang out with Emma and her dad. I can't say he's ever seemed terribly sex motivated to me. Also, rarely leaves Highbury so low access.

Henry Tilney - My best boy would never do that to Catherine!

Colonel Brandon - No one in the history of the earth has ever exuded such a strong monogamous vibe. It is Marianne Dashwood or NO ONE.

More Likely:

Captain Wentworth - I think it really depends if Anne is able to travel with him. I'm mostly putting him here because I do get the feeling he has a fairly high sex drive and the navy means long separations and high availability. If Anne is pregnant or has children, traveling with him may be difficult or impossible. Emotionally though, he's all Anne.

Edmund Bertram - He'd feel very bad about it afterwards, but I can see it.

Charles Bingley - Sorry dude, again, I can see it. The fact that he constantly falls in love worries me. I do think he's too nice to ever let Jane find out.

Hm, those are just the heroes. Here are some bonus guys rapid fire:

Cheating/Cheated:

Willoughby, Wickham (canonically), Sir Thomas (hinted canon), Frank Churchill, Mr. Rushworth (Maria told him to), William Elliot, Robert Ferrars (ego boost), Sir Walter (his kids are too well spaced), General Tilney

Not Cheating:

Sir John Middleton (actively having babies), Dr. Grant (too lazy), John Knightley (he would never), Robert Martin (he would never!), John Dashwood (fears Fanny), Mr. Bennet (canon), Thomas Palmer, Mr. Elton, Mr. Collins (fears reputation damage), Admiral Croft (too in love), Captain Harville (ditto), Charles Musgrove (burns his energy hunting), Mr. Woodhouse (can't even imagine), Mr. Price

Not Included: Henry Crawford because we don't know if he'll marry and John Thorpe because who in their right mind would marry him!