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[mschismosa]

Idk what any of this shit means

[witchersmistress]

The Swamp

Hello my darlings!! here i am with the swamp chapter, if you read run harper run then you know what happens this is from her point of view so different details and not horrible graphic like one of my monster ones.. anyway..

trigger warning: Violence, implecations of r@pe but not horribly detailed, blood, broken body parts and over all asshole behavior from Duke, Baron and August

Word count: 2.6 K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

Harpers  pov

 As I run from the car, I curse myself silently. I should have leapt into the road and tried to get help. Not that anyone on the highway could have stopped in time to avoid hitting me. It’s too late now, though. I ran into the rice paddies because I was on that side of the car. At least I’m alive, which means I have a chance. That’s what matters. If I want to stay alive, though, I can’t make mistakes. I can’t make decisions out of instinct and fear. I knew this was coming. How many times did I tell myself that if they found out what I’d told Mr. D, they’d kill me—and that was before I spilled the secret that could destroy them. But I wanted to have my fun and eat it, too, so I kept seeing August, even knowing it would be worse when he found out. As I run, I think of the warnings. Baron told me August was a lot of things, but forgiving wasn’t one of them. August told me to leave them alone or I’d be sorry. DeShaun told me what happened to people who cross the Walkers. 

But I didn't need any of them to warn me. I already knew they were dangerous, even deadly. I should have had a plan in place.. Cottonmouths are out, but the water’s still cool in late March, and they’ll be slow. I’ll risk them rather than the Walker boys after a betrayal like mine. It’s almost dark, the sun setting behind the trees. I send a prayer of gratitude as I reach the far side of the rice paddies and race through the weeds to the trees, my feet sinking into the boggy ground with each step. I can hide here. I duck behind a tree, my heart hammering with wild panic. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Duke’s taunting voice sings. His laughter echoes over the murky water. I stand perfectly still, my back pressed to the thick trunk, my feet on the swollen base of the tree above the water. I swallow hard when I see a snake floating to my right. Suddenly, Baron is on my left, grabbing for me. I leap away from the tree, toward the snake. I almost fall but gain my feet, charging through the water and ducking behind the next tree and the next. But the fucking water gives me away. The ripples lead them right to me no matter how many times I run, and dragging my feet through the knee-high water starts to exhaust me. We go deeper into the swamp, into the shadowy darkness under the new leaves and twilight sky. I almost escaped the twins. When they catch me at last, I kick and slash, frigid liquid sloshing around our shins as we struggle. But there’s one more. I may be a fighter, and I could maybe escape the twins, but August’s a fighter, too. August has moved. He’s bigger and stronger and just as skilled as me.

 When his hand tightens around my neck, my mind flashes back to the railroad tracks, to the day in the hall he choked me out. I see the same emptiness in his eyes now, and I try to reach him like I did then. I know now that our monster is the same, and some part of me clings to the hope that he will recognize that killing me will kill a part of him. But the darkness is too deep, and I can’t find even a shadow of the man I love. When I start to lose consciousness, I welcome it this time. I want to black out. I want it to be over quickly. I hold my breath and try to force myself under. “Don’t kill her, dude,” Duke says. “We get to have some fun with her first.” August drops me into the water, and my traitorous body sucks in air, like it wants to live, even if that means our last hours are torture. I hear a semi on the highway and imagine myself back at the Hummer, throwing myself in its path. Again, I curse myself for running. 

Being crushed by an eighteen-wheeler would have hurt less than what I know is coming. The twins pull me to my feet, jerking my hands together in front of me. I don’t know when I dropped my phone or my knife. I’m still fighting for consciousness when I feel a rough rope cutting into my wrists. Baron deftly binds my hands. I start to flail, fighting with panic, elbowing Baron in the mouth where I smashed my knee and Duke in the injured shoulder, but they’re too strong. It was over the moment August stepped in. Duke pushes me forward, to a little raised patch of ground under a tree. My brain’s still stunned by the lack of oxygen from when August choked me out, and I can barely walk. I think I’m crying, but maybe it’s just swamp water running down my cheeks. The twins wrap the rope around the tree above my head, so my hands are pulled up against it. 

 I try not to howl in pain when my broken hand is crushed against the rough bark. Standing back, they look me over, breathing hard and spitting blood from their exertion while subduing me.  What do I have to lose? Pride’s never done shit for me. When at last I accept that August is gone, that he can’t be reached in that place he’s going inside himself, I turn to the twins. “What are you going to do to me?” I ask, my whole body shaking. “I think you know that,” Duke says with a grin, his eyes taking down my body in a way that makes the hair rise on the back of my neck. “We’re going to fuck you,” Baron says, watching my reaction with keen interest. “It’s about time August shared that juicy ass,” Duke says. “I want to see it bounce.” Baron grins, too, a twisted little smile that makes me cold all over. “I want a taste of that pussy that brought my brother to his knees.” “August,” I cry, twisting around toward him. He doesn’t look at me. He hasn’t looked at me since he said I was dead to him. He’s going to kill me. I know that. It’s as if I’m already dead, a ghost he can’t hear. The twins both look at him, waiting to see if he’ll answer me. Waiting for his permission.

Duke holds out a beer for August. He pops the top off the bottle and takes a drink, his eyes hollow as a doll’s. “I’m done with her,” he says with a shrug. “Do whatever you want.” His words slice jagged lines through my heart. How many times has he said I’m his, times I didn’t appreciate, times I fought against? I didn’t want to be his plaything. Now I see what a fool I was. Belonging to August, letting him own me, being his Walker girl, his little slut, even his plaything, is the best thing that could happen to a girl like me. “Stop playing with her and punish her,” August growls. I’d almost forgotten he was here. At last, real tears burn my eyes, shame and pain plunging a knife into my heart. He’s here. Watching. Giving me to his brothers.

Sharing me with them against my will, like a toy that belonged to him, and now he’s passing it on. His broken doll, his used plaything. He’s sanctioning this, maybe ordering it. The punishment for betrayal. “Aww, but it’s my one chance to play,” Duke says to him, sliding a finger inside me. “And you know how I like games.” Baron snickers behind him, and my body tightens with terror again. They’re all psychotic, worse than snakes, worse than anything I imagined. They’re not my friends, not my protectors. They’ll watch Duke claim me, knowing he loves the game, the attention. They’re all loving it except me. They all want this. They want me to hurt, to scream, to shatter. And they know how to make it happen.

“Cum for me like you do for him,” he whispers against my ear, his lips tracing the column of my neck. “Let me feel you like he does. Pretend I’m him if it gets you there, Harper. I want to feel you cum so bad. I’ll be right there with you.”

Humiliation crashes over me in waves, dousing the heat in my body like cold, grey, used dishwater. I shiver, fighting to pull myself free, to pull my arms and legs in, to cover my body in all its exposure and vulnerability. But there’s no escape, no hiding. “I’m bored,” August drawls, sounding like he is genuinely unaffected by the scene he just witnessed. Like he’s seen it a million times, and it no longer even registers. “Let’s go.”

I squeeze my eyes closed behind the hood and burn at his cold, heartless words. He’s bored of watching his brothers take turns with me. He’s done, I think, clinging to the sense of relief that thought brings. It’s almost over. But when I hear his feet sloshing away through the water, my mind cries out with panic. No, no, no. They can’t leave me here. They can’t leave me tied up. No one ever comes out here. I can’t even scream to alert anyone who might work in the fields. I’ll die before I’m found. “Dude, I can’t believe August’s leaving us,” Duke says. “The fun was just starting.” I hear a clicking sound, and a minute later, something sears into my skin on the back of my hip. I yelp in shock at the pain, the sound muffled behind the gag. Duke laughs maniacally. He presses harder, and I can smell the stink of burnt skin even through the hood.

“Let’s drop off August and come back,” Baron says, lowering his voice. “He’s done with her. He said to leave her here. No reason we can’t have some fun with her before she dies.” “Fuck yeah,” Duke crows, pulling away whatever he was burning me with. “Let’s call Cotton he’s always up for a little rape and pillage sesh, I don’t think she’ll be going anywhere after this.” I jerk at the ropes, listening to them giggle at their plot as they zip up their bags. And then they’re wading through the water, leaving me tied and gagged in the damp swamp. I cry out, hoping they’ll hear the muffled sounds and take pity on me. I just need them to untie me, so I can get home. I’d do it. I’d walk barefoot along the side of the road, every mile back to Faulkner, as if it’s worth returning to. What does it matter if I have clothes? If someone picks me up and kidnaps me, so what? I’ve endured the worst, and I’m still breathing. If they hear me, though, they do n’t stop. There’s no mercy in these boys for a girl who betrayed their darkest secrets to the enemy.

When they’re gone, there’s silence except for the drone of mosquitos and an occasional splash that makes my heart stop. I dread hearing them return. I dread a night out here alone. It might only get down to fifty degrees, but I’m naked and wet, with only my head covered. Will that be enough to kill me? Would a snake really crawl inside me? No, that’s ridiculous. I’m panicking. I need to focus on my hands. They’ve always saved me. They’re the only things that can save me now. I try to work the ropes free, but my right hand is mangled, the bones broken and the swelling so big my fingers feel like clumsy sausages. I work with my left hand, even though it’s numb from being above my head so long. If I get it free, I can free my right hand.

The ropes are so tight, though, and I can’t even see what kind of knot they tied. Bending my wrist at an awkward angle, I fumble with it, trying to get my fingers around to the knots that feel like they’ve been soldered together. Over and over again, I tell myself none of it matters. What they just did doesn’t matter. They don’t matter. August doesn’t matter. Mr. D is a faded memory. What I told him, it doesn’t matter, either. All that matters is right here, right now. Freeing myself. Me. My life. I matter. That’s all. I work until my fingers are raw, my nails torn and bleeding, too stiff from cold and numb from being raised above my shoulders. The burn on my

hip throbs with each heartbeat, my hands are a blaze of pain, and between my thighs is raw and torn. It must be the middle of the night by now, and I’m not free. I can’t free myself. The helplessness is the worst of all of it. I sag against the tree and try to breathe through the wet hood. I want to scream, to pour my fiery rage over the land and leave nothing but a burnt crater of my fury. I am supposed to take care of myself.

I’m the one person who does that. And I failed. I fucking failed. While I rest, I try to think my way out. No one will come for me. It could take days for Mom to sober up enough to realize I haven’t come home. She’ll assume I’m off with a guy, proving that I’m just like her. It’ll be too late by the time anyone starts looking, if they even do. More likely, they’ll assume I ran away. I’m a poor kid, after all. We do that shit, so why waste resources looking? No one else would help me even if they could. I have no friends. No father. Not even Mr. D. I cut him off. I pushed everyone away. If I never let them close, they could never leave. I told myself it was enough, that I was enough. And now I’m not, and I will pay for that mistake with my life. My only hope is the enemy, the very people who left me here to die. I have no one else. Only me. So, I have to try. One more time. My last fight night, the fight for my life.

I work with my numb hands until I feel blood running down my arms from the ropes. When my fingers lose all feeling, I yank at my arms, growing more and more desperate. I throw myself one way and another, hoping I can see through my own wrists with the rope. If I had to walk out with no hands, at least I’d be alive. I cry out silently, my voice gone, choking on the gag, my shoulders wrenching until the pain overwhelms me, and I can’t pull at the bonds anymore. I don’t know how long I'll be there.

Every truck that roars by on the highway makes me jump, every creak of the trees sends my panic spiraling. Frogs and insects drown out any other sound. When I hear voices again, a horrible relief swells in my chest. They’re coming back for me. Whispering drifts across the standing water, and then soft rippling laps at the ground near my feet. I can’t tell where they are. Is it the twins—just the twins? Everything echoes strangely in the watery swamp. A shiver runs up my spine, prickling the hair on the back of my neck. Their last words replay in my mind. When I hear the sloshing coming closer, terror replaces the relief, and the blood in my veins turns to ice crystals. They’re coming back for me

[i-am-the-anti-christ-to-you]

Gra-gra-gratitude!

Having recently gone through a somewhat life-changing rejection, I find that gratitude is so important in grounding me to the things that I have, and the things that matter the most in my life. Okay now, class, say it with me:

G - Gratitude. A bit on the nose, but gratitude can be a source of oxygen when you are gasping for external validation and comfort after experiencing emotional trauma and abandonment. In practicing gratitude, I have to take a step back, breathe, and see the beauty in the things that surround me, the people who actually love me, and the great power that is in me.

R - my Room. Not gonna lie, room. You used to be suffocating and dull sometimes, but in my journey towards self-love, you are now a sacred space of respite. After long days outside at school or with friends, I always find myself craving to be basked in the warm soft glow of your lamp, safely nested in your soft sheets, and lovingly looked over by my very expensive, very aesthetic posters. You are a safe space for me to reflect and recharge, and more importantly, for me to watch Drawfee videos in solitude and snort-laugh as much as I want.

A - The law of Attraction. This one is dedicated to a friend I made just in the start of this year, this really intelligent and outgoing dude who somehow decided I was worth sitting next to. I am so grateful that you took the initiative to connect with me, and the fact that we share such similar experiences made me realise that the world is full of wonderful people who genuinely care. You never made me feel judged, and I always enjoyed your occasional sharing of climate news and podcasts with me even though I might have been too busy dealing with a panic attack to check them out thoroughly :') We just had a deep talk and you have no idea how much it meant to me when you said that "the stars align" and "we attract certain people because of who we are". You could see my pain and my growth. Feeling rather upset that you are graduating soon and that our friendship has been brief, but thank you for taking that first step and walking into my life. I hope we can continue being friends beyond uni, and become regular yoga buds!

T - Teachers. Specifically, my mom, a brilliant professor and my lifelong educator. She has taught me everything from walking, talking, rather fascinating but ultimately kinda useless plant physiology facts, to how to love and be loved. One of the best things that came out of an objectively awful life event is that I now know I could lie on my mother's chest and cry my heart out whenever I needed to. I have been directing my love to somebody who couldn't appreciate it for so long, and it's high time I directed it to somebody who has been loving me unconditionally since I was a bunch of cells in a test tube. Only until recently, the stupid kid in me saw my mom as the enemy, a dictator who would never understand me. Now, I truly see that the woman who gave life to me was willing to give her life for me as well. My mom is the one I am most grateful to and the one I love the most on this planet and nothing will ever change that.

I - I! As in, me! I am grateful for me. I am grateful for somehow keeping it together, somehow churning out essays (albeit painfully slowly) despite all the mental noise and trauma. Firstly, I am grateful for my body... though I haven't been to the best to you, you are still standing and going and honestly, thank you for harbouring my soul. Next, I am grateful for my mind. Never stop being delightfully imaginative. The world has put you through trials and tribulations but you have never stopped fighting to uphold my consciousness. And finally, I am grateful for my heart. You are still mending, but you are staying strong and open to the world that is overflowing with love. Thank you for being forgiving as well, and allowing me to grow from my mistakes. In time, you will heal. You used to beat for somebody else, somebody we thought would be forever special. But now, you have to learn to beat for me. Steadily, and only for me.

T - Damn it why is there another T. I want to say teacher again but I shan't so I shall put... Tutors. It's NOT the same, shut up. Prof Jolene your seminar is the highlight of my week and every time I enter your classroom I feel like I could leave my anxieties at the door. And this is NOT an exaggeration because I have literally broken down in school right before your class, and your contagious energy and sincere care towards your students never failed to lift my spirits. You are a huge inspiration and have made a permanent mark on me. Thank you, prof, and other professors who have attentively listened to me and let me peek into the gorgeous world of academia.

U - Understanding. Dedicated to all the friends who helped me through these tough times, and tried their best to understand me. You know who you are. Accompanying me to cry in the stairwell while the professor drones on about nudge theory; letting me boss you around in the gym and forcing you to do drop sets and then making you listen to my sob stories and while I am a bit averse to touch and to your sweaty hugs, I am forever grateful for your self-initiated big warm hugs; skyping me and listening to me and just doing work in the background and accompanying me while I sleep at 11am in the morning because I haven't slept in days; inviting me to watch Encanto screened on a mobile government propaganda van under the stars; being my pseudo-therapist and recognising the emotional labour I have been doing... Y'all are A+ people and please continue being great.

D - Discovery. Spiritual discovery. I am so grateful that I discovered Eckhart Tolle and his teachings. And no, this is not a religion. He teaches a way of thinking, or rather, a way of no-thinking, and a way of being. His words have saved me many a times from a mental meltdown, and I have since incorporated his teachings into my daily routine. My brain is a stormy ocean of intrusive thoughts and damaging patterns, and Eckhart has taught me how to wade above the water surface by embracing awareness. I am only starting my process of awakening, and hope I can one day effortlessly be in the Now.

E - And finally, my Ex, for breaking my heart and thus prompting so much emotional, mental, and behavioural growth in me, for all the times you were there for me, for the moments when I could see a fleeting reflection of myself in you, and for the memories no matter how badly things got so twisted and painful in the end. I am happy that I can look back and see how much love I am capable of giving to somebody else.

Also shout-out to my cat, Mochi the little void piss boy who has an in-built sadness detector in him. Thank you for shoving your furry little butt in my face whenever I was bawling my eyes out.

Art by Đốm Đốm.

[narasnooze]

  .    .    . 

 Hidan managed to unlock a thick door deep within Shikamaru back then. A door that Shikamaru had never even known was there to begin with.

And once it cracked open... 

                                         something...  slipped out.

    A strong, powerful, and malicious darkness. Something suffocating. An ancient chaos. A heartless King.       A great and morbid deity.

   It lurked... it waited... 

And once Shikamaru was pushed a bit too far in situations,  It simply embraced the human with Itself and... took over.    Helped the young, fragile carrier... 

The human was in dire need of someone who could take control and wasn’t afraid to do what had to be done to whomever... displeased him.

    At first, It let the boy witness what “he” now could do... Allowing the young man to lend its confidence and power.

   Letting him... call himself ‘God’ in Its place, as the boy looked down into the pit he had created for the Jashin preacher’s many limbs... Knowing very well that he would suffer immensely down there...           For     e t e r n i t y. 

   A cold, cruel and unforgivable punishment, ...even for a man who worshipped the very definition of Evil.

   Once finished and satisfied with Its work, It smoothly let go and returned to the depths of the Nara.

   It seemed however that the boy had later begun to suffer himself. The revolting taste of guilt and fear even reached Its own tongue during some of the more intense night terrors the boy had. And during the days, Shikamaru, ( as he was so ironically called,) tried so desperately to hide and run away from his newfound trait.

    It seemed like Shikamaru was... becoming aware of the darker shade his own shadow cast on the ground. Felt the change in him and in his thoughts, his morals... 

   It wasn’t surprising when he tried to fight It back from wherever It came from. He tried to keep himself in the Light where his precious, disgusting little heart was so desperately clinging to Love. 

   A s   i f   t h a t   w o u l d   h e l p...

    He did not seem to appreciate the new power he was so very generously lent. How rude...

   No matter...

Eventually, one special day would come, and... another door would open.

And maybe, just maybe... that would give more chances to show what the young Nara could truly  b e c o m e. 

   Maybe then... he would praise, and express gratitude and eternal devotion to I t.

    .       .       .

// As always, my ideas and stories are always better in my head. Actually getting them down on paper??? impossible.  BUT–– this is mostly for me to come back to and play with, anyway.

We all know I love the DARK and ANGSTY shit... I’ve always had this idea of something SNAPPING in Shikamaru, when Asuma was murdered right in front of him.  • There has always been this fun idea of the Nara and their shadows not only being a Jutsu, but something more?? I love folklore, and have had the idea of the Nara Clan actually sort of lending some of their power from ‘a source’. – It either being the very first Nara making a Deal with this deity long ago... And another Nara later on tried to cage the evil but still use the power it gave. Then this all becomes more and more of a myth through generations...? Or that they just have this blood-related connection to this shadow deity.

But either way; If pushed too far... experiencing intense trauma/tragedy/anger and soul-crushing sadness, ( like Asuma’s death, hello )... It breaks through to ‘aid’ the shadow user...         As I said; it’s so much better in my head. WHEEZES.

[rottendollface]

Sugar storm.

Character: Childe Tartaglia | Ajax.

Warnings: NSFW, marriage, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader giving and receiving), violence, body horror, yandere behavior, female virgin reader, cockwarming, breeding kink; Childe is: 1) spitting in your mouth, 2) fucking you in Foul Legacy with CNC (but it was just a dream) 3) being a King of Abyss, because I want him to 4) licking your blood; reader is a kind of witch with Cryo Vision, blood magic, happy (?) end, 18+.

Summary: Headcanons about being a Childe's forced wife.

Word count: 4758.

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~ Please message me about all the typos and mistakes! ~

• Something was wrong with you: strange dreams, empty stares, and knowledge about herbs and drugs that your mother had never told you. Sometimes you started to talk like you were answering on someone's questions but when your mother asked you about this, you had always been surprised, never remembering those episodes.

• You started to understand your dreams with first menstruation. A hazy veil that covered forms of visions dissolved, and everything became clear to you. Some of your dreams predicted the near future, some of them just answered your questions.

• One day you accidentally mixed your blood with pain killing mixture and it worked too good for your surprise. You didn't expect it to have an instant effect: the patient stopped screaming, his heavy breathing calmed, and became fitful but quiet. Blood was the key to everything related to your strange, even devilish powers.

• When the danger hanged over the village, you felt it, explained your misgivings to the head of Morepesok. The threat was eliminated, but you were blamed in witchcraft. He warned you: if you try to use magic again, you would be executed.

And this was his gratitude? Your feelings became too intricate to bear, confusion and fear attacked your mind — in this moment you got your Cryo Vision, a perfect chance to save your reputation and blame it for every mystical thing you had ever done. Blessed Tsaritsa saved you from this ungrateful redneck! But your life wasn't so carefree anymore.

• One day your dreams left you, but your blood still worked as enhancer for drugs and even for Cryo powers. It was nothing more than the calm before the storm.

You would remember the 23th of January as the darkest day in your life. Sun wasn't seen due to a horrific blizzard; dark went faster than usual. Strange feeling tormented your heart, you couldn't find a place in your house where you could feel yourself safe. Wind was crying on the streets, fiercely punching glasses of your house. As usual, you prayed to Tsaritsa before going to sleep, your exhausted soul finally got a peace: you lighted candles to illuminate her little altar. You were lulled by the anguishing nature, then found yourself in strange corridor. It was dimly here, smelled with mustiness and something strange: persistent malodor with metallic and salty parts, maybe it was an old blood. Afraid, you forced yourself to walk through the corridor without realising that it was just a dream, a very unpleasant horrific fantasy.

You heard a noise that wasn't your steps. You turned your head around and noticed something big in the dark corner. It was first to react. With one move, it jumped out the corner and rushed to you, running quickly on his multiple limbs. You didn't want to know what was that deformed beast – you ran as fast as you could, your vision was blurred because of tears.

A hand catched your dress, pulled it down, making you fall, the other one got your leg. Hands, lot's of hands with deep bloody wounds and roughly sewn skin flaps tried to grab your body with their crooked fingers, every hand dragged you right to the cage of it's owner: something similar to a human creature but damaged badly, unrecognisable. Deep purulenting holes, oozing with white worms, reddish brown rotten flesh, infected with black enormously big bubbles, drool flowing out torned mouthes with rows of teeth of any form and size. You were screaming histerically, and they were screaming, chirring and howling with you.

The floor under you trembled. It was enough for them to shut up and freeze in horror. You fetched away but hands got alarmed, reached for you to slow you down, and tried to lug you to the cage. One of them thrusted fingers in your head, made you turn around forcefully to see Him: their King. You stopped moving as horror took over your body, your figure held still in a half-standing position. The choir of damned voices started singing again; they called Him, they wanted to present you to Him as a sacrifice to save themselves from His wrath. A wave of panic hit you when you saw Him: a tall, strongly-built man with large muscles. It was enough strength in His legs to smash you with one step.

The King formed the blade in his hands and twisted it, still approaching you. Prisoner's grip tightened on your body; didn't matter how hard you tried to escape, you couldn't. With one sway, He chopped the extremities of the prisoners. You fell on your knees but didn't shift and just waited for your turn to die. The King grabbed your body and threw it on His shoulder, holding His hand on your back to prevent you from falling. He took you to the main hall: the big golden room with massive throne made out of bones. He ripped off his long starry cape, placed it on the floor, and carefully put you on it. His armored finger traced your skin from neck to belly, scratching it with a claw. You got a chance to glance at him: the red featurless mask with one glowing eye and disheveled ginger hair. You reached your hand to touch Him, and He gently placed it on His mask like you were cupping His cheek. He pushed your legs apart, grabbing your soft thighs, and His erected dick kissed your puffy clit, made you twitched because of a sudden pleasure.

You realised what would happen next. You tried to crawl away or hit Him, but He was much stronger than you: He just pinned both of your hands above your head, continued rubbing your clit with His dick. He placed a tip of it on your wetness, inserting His huge self slowly. He let out a pleased groan, feeling your hot insides tightening and pulsating around him. There was no pain, only the pleasure of being full and stretched with huge monstrous dick. He started moving measuredly afraid to break His fragile doll but quickened with every thrust. He leaned down to you and lifted the mask to let His splitted serpentine tongue lick your neck. You moaned shamelessly under him; your back arched from heated pleasure. Orgasm started to build up when He grabbed your breasts, and suddenly, you woke up.

• Tartaglia felt uneasy when he returned to his home village. He wasn't a Tartaglia anymore, no – he became an Ajax, a rowdy boy with funny ginger hair. No one met him at the train station: he kept his vacation in secret, wanted to surprise everyone. He did a good job in Liyue, and Tsaritsa decided that he deserved a good rest from all the battles and eternal chaos he lived in.

While wondering through the streets of Morepesok (Ajax was surprised how big the village became during his trip), he saw your delicate figure in a heavy fur coat. You felt his presence, turned your head to him, and smiled as if he was your old friend. You just wanted to be nice, afraid to mess up relationships with locals: most of them were afraid of you, but a little part of marginals mocked you because of your powers and medical mistakes that sometimes had cost people their lives. You and your mother were the only doctors at Morepesok, and she trained you from a very little how to heal people with herbs and drugs. She wanted you to take her place once she would be dead. She created a good reputation for your small family and had always told you that family was the only treasure you had. You believed her; you followed her like a blind kitten, unable to think different way.

But did you want it? You didn't know. You remembered every bad word and an ungrateful attitude from the patients. You remembered how someone tried to stub you with a knife because of a stillborn baby that had died long before its actual birth. You saved its mother only with powers of Cryo, but they called you a witch, blamed you for freezing their baby to death. Everyone respected your mother, but not you. No one could ever try to say a harsh word to her, but insulting you was different: you didn't have her mature figure and a cruel glisten in your eyes. You would never fight back: you were afraid of deep wounds and people's screams full of agony and pain; you had always wanted to run away as soon as you got a chance. Someone called you a devil's whore because of Cryo Vision and never cared that Tsaritsa herself blessed you with this power. No one wanted you to assist during their procedures, and you obeyed. You didn't have this malice inside your soul and had never wanted to insult or curse them back. You wanted only peace and calmness.

But Teucer, this sweet boy with beautiful ginger locks, was always on your side. You saved him when he ate the poisonous berries, and there wasn't a day without him telling other people how smart and good you were.

• Boys your age had never showed affection towards you, and you had never liked them back. Older men tried to ask you in marriage, admiring your beauty and seeing you as a good house keeper, but your mother told all of them that you were still a child, a barren flower that weren't ready to produce even a menstrual blood. Of course, she fooled them: your figure was obviously feminine and showed readiness to bear children. Your mother made it clear for you that no one in this damned village deserved to be your mate; also, it was too early for you to think about marriage.

• Ajax was the first person who understood all your feelings. He was proud with his reputation of a merciless Fatui soldier; the animalistic fear he saw in other people's eyes made him more confident in himself.

When Ajax had seen you — the defenseless dove — for the first time, he couldn't resist a burning heat inside his heart. He wanted you as his trophy: a beautiful woman to accompany him in his trips. You looked like a living statue from Liyue: graceful feminine nymph, goddess of elegance. The sight of your face was enough to make his dick hard in his pants: plump rosy lips, round cheeks, red from a cold winter breeze, soft cheekbones and shining eyes. He was dying to touch you, he wanted to feel your velvet skin under his calloused fingers, but he didn't even talk to you.

• His family was so happy to see him again, he didn't have a chance to search for you or ask them about you. His mind was full of erotic thoughts, imagination ran wild, but it was just an illusions that could never replace you.

What was your name? How old were you? Were you a local? He searched in his memory but couldn't find any answers. When he finally asked Tonia about you, she was surprised.

'Did Teucer tell you about the berries?' she started playing with one of her braids, trying to calm herself down. 'Well, yes, she saved Teucer when he ate some wild berries, but that was the first and the last time we talked to each other.'

'Teucer did what?' Ajax cared a fragile hope that he heard Tonia wrong.

'He left to the forest and ate a bunch of a poisonous wild berries. Sometimes he is such a pain in my ass just like you!' Tonia replied angrily. 'We didn't even know what was that berries but she somehow knew that. Maybe she is really a witch.'

Even your mother didn't understand the type of poison, but you reacted momentarily. Of course Tonia had heard all the gossips, but she didn't show her fear towards you. She was so scared and only wanted Teucer to breath again, so she didn't care who to ask for help.

And you heard all the rumors about their family too. People told different things, but everyone blamed Ajax for all the bad events in Morepesok. A hilichurls settled near the village? It's Ajax had accidentally showed them a right way from the gloomy forest. Someone got into a fight? That's Ajax made them do this with his words. Sometimes it was whispers that Ajax became one of the Fatui agents.

Fatui... People in Snezhnaya were mostly afraid of their own military forces, but to you Fatui were the brave warriors, patriots who were ready to sacrifice their lives for Tsaritsa. You admired them and you were proud of every boy and girl who decided to protect their Motherland.

• You didn't expect to see Ajax again, but he had showed on the doorstep of your home with a bouquet of flowers and a bundle in his hands. He smiled to you with his best smile: the one that had always tricked people and made them think he was a good person. But something was wrong with him — you caught that pretty fast. His aura send shivers down your spine and all muscles tensed, ready to run.

'Can I help you? I think you mistook a house,' you said, and the look in his eyes darkened, made you afraid.

'I think I chose the right one. May I?' he looked past your shoulder. Timidly, you made a step back and let him in.

'My name is Ajax, I'm Teucer's brother,' he introduced himself.

'Teucer?.. Oh, this ginger boy, I know him. Is he alright?' you remembered your little patient but still were confused.

'Thanks to you he is okay. Please take this for saving Teucer,' Ajax gave you a bouquet, waited for you to put flowers in a vase, 'and this one is from me personally,' Ajax smiled again, satisfied with a blush of shyness on your cheeks. 'I hope I guessed the size.'

'You didn't have to... but thank you,' you were pleased with his attention and gifts, but something inside your brain screamed to you that it wasn't a true reason of his visit. He wanted something from you and he just tried to distract your mind.

'Would you like to have a tea with biscuits?' you asked him first to make him feel uncomfortable. Also you needed to have something at hand to protect yourself. It didn't matter what exactly: you've always carried a different scenarious in your head of how you would spill a boiling water on someone's face or stub someone with a kitchen knife. The most logical way would to use your Cryo Vision, but you used it only for healing.

Ajax was slightly confused but agreed. You didn't even realise that your hospitality played against you in this match. He watched your every move, rated how good you acted in front of him and how you organized your domestic routine. He followed you to the kitchen, placed a heavy samovar on the table to help you. He noticed your mother's stuff and bit his bottom lip. Things became more complicated in one second.

'I forgot to tell you my name!' You got alarmed of your forgetfulness.

'No need, girlie. I know it. Your parents have a good taste in names.'

You felt his discontentment, but didn't understand what screwed up his mood.

'I'll tell them,' you glanced at him, tried to read what in his look made your stomach curle in tensed waiting. 'Why did you come here?'

Your nerves broke under a rising panic in your chest. People went into your house only by need, not with their will. Ajax watched your hands and your surroundings, then laughed.

'Pretty girls shouldn't play with a potential weapon, huh? Easy, girlie. I just wanted to ask: are you single or taken? Nothing more. Maybe flirt with you a little, but that's all.'

'I'm single.'

'Very good. We will be a beautiful couple.'

'I'm not interested in it, please leave my house for Tsaritsa's sake.'

'No-no, girlie, you didn't understand. We will be a beautiful couple.'

• You became his wife in a hilarious short period of time. Ajax organized everything by himself. You didn't have a chance to know him properly, but got the most important information about him: Ajax wasn't a hillbilly with a huge ego, he was a Fatui Harbinger. A person, who didn't accept refusals. He had enough friends in the Government and in the Fatui to erase you from this life like you had never existed.

You didn't have to be told twice. Childe Tartaglia or Ajax, as you called him, was a really good man to marry and seemed to be in a deep love with you! Your feelings didn't really matter. You were not the first girl who married without love for her partner. You just needed time to adjust. Despite everything, you had never acted like a brat with him. To be honest, your life became much easier.

You didn't have to interact with other people's screams anymore. There was no reason to wake up early in the morning. Childe fulfilled all your wishes, even the smallest and stupidest; he bought you everything you wanted. You moved to the city with him and weren't afraid of people judging you for everything. You were grateful to Childe. He gave you a lucky ticket and wanted only to be loved in return, so you did your best: educated yourself in his hobbies, learned his habits and tastes. You cooked for him and showered him with affection when he returned home after dealing with work-related problems. You were always here to cheer him up; you helped him with his problems, gave good advices, took care of his wounds, small cuts and scars.

• You were a perfect little wife, a dream for all men. You didn't make friends with anyone, because Childe didn't want you to: you respected his wish as a good girl. You really didn't need other people in your life! Childe loved to discuss everything with you: politics, sports, culture, literally everything! He had never mocked you for being ignorant in some topics: he knew that you didn't attend school because you were busy with healing people with your mother. She taught you basics, but deep understanding of pharmacy and medicine you made by yourself. Such a smarty!

Sadly, you didn't have a private space anymore. Sometimes you were alone at your shared apartment, but not for long. Childe was clingy, he wanted to see you every second of his life. You adjusted quickly, got used to eat with him, cook with him, bath with him, read, walk, sleep, work... He tried to keep in physical contact with you: squeezed your hand when you went out for a walk, hugged you from behind while you tried to cook something to eat, made you sit on his lap and stuffed your warm tight pussy with his dick while you were reading a book. Of course Childe didn't want to leave your soft cunny, but he had to: work needed to be worked, formal dinners and parties needed to be attended. When he had to check and correct various reports, Childe made you sit on his lap, burried his dick deep inside your pussy. Your heated cunt was the best stress-relief for Childe, and you were always happy to make him feel better.

• You were afraid to have sex with Ajax at first: your mother instructed all the brides in Morepesok how to make their first time less painfull, but didn't have a chance to explain it to you. You married him in a four days, too fast even for Morepesok! By the tradition you spent these days with his family. Childe's mother was surprised a little but still sweet and caring. His father was cold with you at first, suspected that Ajax made you pregnant accidentally and took you as his wife because he had no other choice. You simply smiled to him all the time: Ajax explained you every possible scenario that would happen if you won't keep silent. But the way you were babysitting Teucer melted his father's heart.

Teucer and you got along splendidly. Ajax enjoyed watching you playing with his little brother, at the same time he wanted nothing, but to breed your tight cunt with his seed, make you bear his own children. His patience deserved a medal: these four days was the hardest for him. When you told him, that you had never had a sex before he made his best not to groan in irritation.

Arousal burnt Childe from inside. His kisses were deep and hungry but something clicked in his brain — wave of pride hit him, primal instincts of a cruel hunter rose up. You were laying naked, defenseless and shy like a little doe, tried to cover your beautiful body from him. He caressed you cheek, while kissing your lips, made you open your mouth then slowly spitted his viscid saliva. It was strange, but you liked it, found it exciting.

'C'mon girlie, don't be shy,' Childe traced his fingers from you neck down to your hardened nipples, 'touch yourself for me, show me how you fucked this lovely pussy with your fingers.'

'I didn't... it hurts,' you closed your eyes, dying out of shame.

'I'll help you then, but you owe me a good show later, doll.'

Childe chuckled to himself, started kissing your neck, eager to find all the right spots.

'Tickles!' you laughed involuntary, tried to push him away. He didn't stop, bit your skin to calm you down, but made you squirm and giggle even more.

You fell silent when he placed a soft kiss on your chest, licked a nipple, before taking it in mouth and sucking slowly. His hand went down to tease your clit, a moan escaped your lips when he began to rub it with circular motions. It was enough to make you wet, but not enough to satisfy Childe. He kissed your tummy, forced your thighs apart, ignoring a feeble protest from your side.

'I thought you don't want to get hurt, doll,' he opened your pussy with his fingers, pressed one on the entrance to check how wet you were.

He spitted on your clit and let his saliva flow down right to the entrance to make it easier for his tongue to slide between your folds. You didn't last for long: he licked and sucked your pussy, moaning with you. Before your orgasm he slid a digit inside, stroking your walls at the same pace with his tongue. You tried to push him out, but Childe covered your pussy with his lips and replaced a digit with a tongue to taste your cum. You didn't have time to catch your breath: he stuffed you with two of his fingers to ease the discomfort of penetration while your insides were still fluttering from pleasure.

Childe couldn't wait more: his aching erection craved for attention; he pulled out his fingers and licked them before letting you clean with your tongue.

'You're pretty good at sucking, dolly,' Childe laughed softly. 'C'mon, on your knees.'

Once you placed your face near his crotch, he pulled his dick out of shorts. Your eyes rounded in shock: you didn't expect him to be this big.

'Your cute expressions make me wanna ruin you, baby.'

He placed his hand on the back of your head and gave you instructions on what to do. You started to lick the tip with small kitten licks, teasing little dot of urethral opening, then kissed it before taking it inside your mouth. You sucked slowly, afraid to hurt Childe with your teeth. He pushed your head, making you take more. You choked, moved away, let go of his dick, and then caughed.

'Sorry,' you started with licking again, traced every vein with your tongue, pressed on them carefully. Your hand reached down to your pussy as you began to stroke yourself. Your breath turned heavy, and mouth squeezed around his dick, making Childe throw back his head.

'That's right dolly, you're doing so well,' you felt how pride was taking your heart with his praising. You let Childe cum inside, swallowed his seed to please him. 'So eager to be my cum dump?'

Your cheeks flushed.

'Still such an innocent baby,' he patted your head and gave you a deep, loving kiss. Again you were laying under him; you reached your hand to touch him, and he leaned in response so you could place it on his cheek. Shivers covered your body; you jerked, and all of your muscles clenched.

'I'm sorry, baby, I promise it will be no pain soon... just relax, okay?' Childe moaned, trying to supress his urge to fuck your tight hole right now. 'I know a woman has to suffer very unpleasant things. Just try for me, babydoll, try for our future kids. I'll make up for your pain, you know you can always believe me.'

He started kissing your lips, trying to distract you, but you recognized these beautiful ginger locks, the way he cared your body in his arms, and this sweet feeling of being stretched inside. You didn't know how you should react, but there was no fear or disgust. Yes, he made you his by threatening you at first and he was a man from your dream, a King of the cursed souls, but he was so gentle with you, so loving and tender, like a puppy. You loved him. But maybe you just lost your mind?

Childe's moves were slow and careful. Only after your permission he got more rough and faster, his thumb was massaging your clit to give you more pleasure. He didn't stop kissing you, his lips touched your face and neck to show you his appreciation. Childe grabbed your hips, went deeper, before cumming inside your pussy, marking your walls with his seed.

'So good, babydoll, you are so good,' Childe pressed a final kiss to your lips. 'Such a soft place for my seed. I'm blessed with you.'

• Aftercare was important for Childe. He wanted to cuddle with you after and tell you sweet nothings. Needed water? He brought you not only the bottle but your favorite snacks, too. He loved covering your body with hickeys, but if he accidentally bruised you, he got scared. He treated you like you were made of glass, a fragile statuette: of course, you were a future mother for his kids. Smart, brave, beautiful, with big kind heart: a perfect candidate. He knew you would be an ideal mother, and you deserved only adoration and tenderness.

• You took Teucer and Anthon to the city every weekend. Tartaglia spent enough money to entertain them: bought them new toys, sweets, fine clothes, and lots of other things you didn't even know had existed. Circus performances, amusement parks, and fairs were your usual program for the weekend. Sometimes Tonia joined your big company, and on these days, you and Tonia also visited bookstores and handicraft shops. You were happy for his little siblings, and the view of Ajax looking after his family made your heart melt in joy.

• Of course, he had never forgotten about his dove! Childe took you on every dinner party for Fatui's Harbingers. He pridefully introduced you to his colleagues, kept his arm on your waist, patting your curves whenever he wanted. For every dinner, Childe bought you a new outfit. He couldn't allow his queen to wear the same dress twice. You were free to choose his style, too, if you wanted. He loved matching outfits and got touched every time you came up with the idea of pairing clothes. He was so obsessed towards you, and everyone knew that he would kill everyone who was dare to touch you without his permission. He didn't leave you in public; you were always in his company. In rare cases he could leave you on Tonia. If someone flirted with you, Childe just laughed to himself. It wasn't your fault that you were such a beautiful doll. Your kindness had always played against you: no matter how hard you tried to get rid of a noisy person, they had never listened to you, but Ajax was here for you to fix that.

• You told Childe about your powers, and he gladly accepted your blood as a sacred gift. At first you mixed your blood with his drinks, but then he started to lick it from your cuts: fresh and tasty. He drank it only before dangerous missions to calm you down: he trusted his power and didn't need an enhancer, but you were so frightened that you didn't even want to let him go or insisted on being his partner and fight with him; Childe worshipped you like his saint defender. With your blood on his lips, he felt much stronger, ready to conquer the Archons. As you were everything good and sacrosant for him, Childe became everything dreadful and unhallowed to protect you, his angel.

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domestic!Karl x Reader. R’s sweet and innocent while Heisenberg’s.. Heisenberg, even though he’s only soft for them. They do chores around their house, and decide to make dinner together. Karl’s not the most experienced, but R teaches him all he needs to know and is super patient with him, even when Karl gets frustrated over something. R calms him down, assuring him it’s gonna be okay, and after getting the hang of it, is super proud of himself. They slowdance in the kitchen, giving each other heart eyes while the food cooks and they end up feeding each other. Just something to boost serotonin.

((Yesss I love this idea! Here ya go! I didn’t write the feeding each other part due to my own issues with it, so I do apologise for that, but I hope I made up the difference with more fluff!!))

It had been a long day for Karl. It could have been forgiven if it’d just stopped with the fact that he’d had a difficult time with the soldats deciding to not function correctly for seemingly no reason, but no. Miranda had decided on a meeting to waste his fucking time with, over some bullshit that he didn’t care about. His body ached from overworking it, his mind could barely function from lack of sleep, and all he wanted was to pass out in bed and try again after a short nap.

All that was forgotten, as soon as he flicked his wrist to open the door that led to his apartment, stepping inside and his eyes flickered to all the differences that he could see. He’d never given a shit about the state of his living area; clutter usually piled every surface, dishes accumulating in the sink and the bedsheets desperate for a wash. But now, everything was sorted and in correct places, dishes clean and put away, bedsheets crisp and tempting. From the looks of it, you’d been working all fucking day to get the place looking this good, and now you were humming along to the radio in the kitchen as you started to pull vegetables out of the fridge.

“Buttercup?” he called out, toeing off his boots as he watched your head turn towards him and grace him with the brightest smile that he’d ever seen. The smile that never failed to clear all that bad shit from his mind, and only focus on you. Making his way into the kitchen, he pulled you into his arms, relaxing into a deep kiss that exuded gratitude. When he finally pulled away, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while his eyes flickered over the features of your countenance. “You’ve sure been busy today, hm? What’s all this about?”

“I thought it’d be nice for you to come home to somewhere warm and clean,” you said with a soft smile. “Somewhere to relax.” Your soft fingers traced over the tired lines of his face, and he found himself leaning into your touch with a soft sigh. “And by the looks of things, you need it today. Come on, go wash up. It won’t take long.”

He smirked, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he let you go before turning the sink faucet with a small twirl of his fingers. You gave him a quizzical look as he pulled his gloves off, shoving them into his pocket and washing his hands. When he looked back, he grinned as he motioned his head towards the vegetables laid out on the counter. “I’m not gonna make you do all the work today, Buttercup. C’mon, point me to a task and I’ll do it. Can’t promise it’ll be done well, but it’ll be done.”

You couldn’t help but beam with happiness as you got back to your task preparing what you’d need for dinner. You’d decided on a meal that you knew he’d like to come home to; meat pie and vegetables with potatoes. You got to work, giving him tasks that you needed completing while you focused on the pie crust. A few times you heard him swearing under his breath when he got something wrong, metal in the small kitchen space vibrating dangerously as his frustration grew, but all it took was a soothing palm between his shoulder blades to calm him back down. You taught him easier ways to do things, explaining as you went, and by the end of the impromptu cooking lesson you couldn’t miss the look of pride in his face as you put the pie into the oven and brought things to boil on the hob. It was nice to see, when it wasn’t marred with near lunacy like it usually was when it come to an achievement that would bring him closer to his goal of besting Miranda. No, it was a wholesome glimmer in his eyes, a wide smile as he gently picked you up by your waist and sat you on the counter top.

You giggled as he slotted himself between your knees, wiping errant flour off your cheek with a swipe of his thumb. “You’re real adorable, you know that?” he mumbled, chuckling when you saw the flush that crept over your cheeks.

You looped your arms lazily around his neck, pulling him closer as you rested your forehead against his own. “You don’t mind that I cleaned up, right? I didn’t touch your paperwork.” You knew how he got when it come to his work, and as much as you had the urge to organise, you know it wouldn’t be seen as helpful.

“Buttercup, you have no idea how much it’s helpful,” he said softly, resting his hand on your cheek. “I don’t know what I’d do without you here. Probably still sleeping on that ratty old couch.”

“And we just can’t have that,” you answered with a smile. “Don’t you worry. From now on, I’ll be taking care of you. Just don’t overwork yourself too hard, okay?”

“Can’t make promises,” he smirked, his voice low. “But I’ll do my best.”

You both shared the silence of the room as the soft melodies from the radio filled the air, Karl softly swaying you to the beat as you shared soft kisses and looks of adoration. He could never remember feeling this happy; feeling this cared for, without any ulterior motives. But the more he thought of it, the more he realised that he couldn’t remember because it’d never happened. Perhaps his parents had cared for him once upon a time, but the memories had been wiped out thanks to that beaked bitch, who had only done nice things for him thanks to ulterior motives. To him, compassion was transactional. A debt to be owed, when somebody did something out of their way for him. But with you, that was all different. You’d never asked him for anything, and so he found himself wanting to provide all the more because of that fact. He would crawl through hell if it meant you’d be warm, fed, clothed and happy.

You noticed that he’d got lost in thought as you ran your fingers through his hair, softly smiling as you kissed the top of his nose to bring him back to Earth. “What’re you thinking of?” you asked, head tilted in curiosity.

It took a few moments for him to answer, gently pulling you off the counter with an arm around your waist. His other hand gently took yours into it, holding it close to his chest as he started to slowly swayed your bodies to the song that amplified in volume thanks to his abilities turning the dial on it. “I think I want to dance with my beloved,” he answered with a wide grin.

Though your head tilted back in laughter, you humoured him with his request, putting your best foot forward as he led you into a slow waltz around the kitchen. You had to give it to him, he was a good dancer, and you wondered where he’d learned from. But you ignored it to focus on the wholesome moment of domestic bliss, enjoying your surroundings as you rested your head against his chest.

You danced until you heard the timer ring out, letting you know that dinner needed to be attended to. You huffed a little as you realised it would mean ending this moment, and he huffed out a chuckle in response. “We could just let it burn,” he mumbled, the hand that rested on your waist suggestively tracing a path up the side of your hips. “I always prefer dessert before dinner, anyway.”

You laughed at that, giving him one last kiss as you pulled away from him to serve up dinner. “You need a full stomach, a bath and a good sleep. There’s plenty of time for that later,” you suggested with a playful smile.

He chuckled as he got to work setting up the table for dinner. “That a promise?”

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled, serving the food up and placing the plate with the most food on his side of the table. “Finish your meal, and we’ll see.”

There was a playful glint in his eye as he watched you sit down, putting a forkful of food in his mouth and chewing slowly. His eyes widened a little as he savoured it, enjoying the flavours as he smiled. “God damn Buttercup, if you cook like this for me every night, you’ll find yourself with a God damn ring on your finger.”

He noticed how you laughed at that, and in truth, he was only half joking. He’d never found the idea of marriage appealing, but with you? He could imagine it. Imagine coming home to you every night, even when you’d both put thousands of miles between you and this hellhole. A home cooked meal on the table, ring glinting on your left hand as you welcomed him home with a kiss. Maybe even a few snot-nosed brats running around, if you both wanted it. Real domestic shit. He could see it, and he wanted it.

Before, his motives to crush Miranda under his boot was selfish. But now? Now, he was doing it for the both of you.

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Lost & Found (One Shot)

Request

Could you maybe do something where Lena meets single parent reader at the store when she loses her kid and Lena helps her back to her mom. Her finding a home with them and all that fluffy stuff?

A/N: Hey, my dears, hope you are doing alright. It’s good to be back to present you with another lovely request. This one was particularly good, I really don’t know anything about children but it’s always fun to figure out how to write the haha. Also, did ya know there’s actUally a Superman ice cream flavor? Kudos to the anon that sent this one! Pls enjoy and let me know what you think!! 

- (Y/D/N). Your Dauther’s Name

Lena Luthor x Single Mother!R // Word Count: 2,891 -------------------------------------------------------

There was a time when Lena Luthor used to wonder what made a family a family.

Was it having a mother and a father? She had a mother and a father, although not at the same time. She had a mother, then she had a father... and another mother, but she wasn't quite like the first mother she had. Was it having a brother or a sister? She had only known one brother but even when they shared the same father, he showed her the many ways it didn't matter.

Was it the blood relationship? She had friends that almost feel like family to her even when they didn't share the same blood, but those relationships withered the same way her relationships with her blood family did. Was it sharing a house with someone? She had lived in many houses and apartments. A small house near the ocean, a mansion in the countryside, a little apartment near the university, a penthouse in the city. She had shared each one with some others and yet she could not call them family, not really and not anymore.

So, what made a family a family? Lena had wondered for so long until one day she found you, or rather, found her.

"Have you seen my mommy?" A little voice startled her from her evening thoughts.

It had been one of those rare days when Lena needed to feel less like herself and indulge in some mundane chores. She would give her chauffeur the night off, take her car and drive around the city for a while before going into whatever store or supermarket she could find open. She would take some time to check aisles and products, enjoying the quiet and the fact that most people around didn't put much attention to her. She would ponder about buying a few items just to imagine herself as everybody else.

The little girl standing beside her, however, didn't seem to care about Lena's self-pity.

She looked around, in the detergent aisle of the supermarket she was in, to see if there was any sign of a mother looking for her lost child but the few people near the two of them didn't even bother to notice. She didn't look older than five or six and, fortunately, she also didn't look scared.

"No, sorry." Lena replied, kneeling in front of her. "Do you remember where you last saw her?"

"She was looking for ice cream." The girl said with a glimmer in her eyes. The idea of dessert making her excited.

"Ice cream?" Lena asked with raised eyebrows. "You were buying ice cream?"

"Yeah." She said, showing her big smile with a couple of baby teeth already missing.

She thought it was a cute gesture and even when she didn't know what to do, Lena couldn't leave her.

"Maybe I can help you find your mom but you need to help me too, alright?" The little girl nodded. "What's your name?"

"(Y/D/N). What's yours?"

"I'm Lena." She smiled.

Lena asked her a few more questions about you, your name, the way you looked like, what were you wearing and where was the last place she had seen you. Your daughter was a pretty smart girl, she answered every question as best as she could, with short but very precise words, giving Lena a pretty good idea of who she needed to look for.

She took your daughter's hand in hers and started walking around each aisle, heading particularly towards the freezer section, where Lena supposed she could find the ice cream. The girl kept looking around and would sometimes squeeze Lena's hand every time she found something interesting to look at. She was a pretty carefree child, considering her current situation. It reminded Lena a bit of herself so long ago, when there was no more world to worry about but her own.

However, she worried that, if they couldn't find you, she would have to take her to security and let them deal with a case of a missing child. Lena found that plan less than ideal.

"(Y/D/N)!" You both suddenly heard.

"Mommy?" The little girl turned around, searching for your voice with wide eyes. She held Lena's hand even tighter and in a moment they were both running along the cereal aisle.

Lena was about to tell her to slow down when they heard your voice once again behind their backs.

"(Y/D/N)!"

Lena and your daughter turned around and saw you slid on the floor as you tried to run towards them.

You felt an instant wave of relief once your eyes locked on your daughter. Your little girl came running towards you in a second and you didn't even care she was pulling someone along with her. (Y/D/N) only let go of Lena's hand once she was close enough to jump into your arms.

"Oh, thank goodness, you're alright." You said with a heavy sigh, wrapping your daughter into a hug. "You scared me, love. You know you don't have to leave my side when we're out."

"But I was looking for the ice cream." You heard her say, and you had a sudden urge to throw your child into a bin.

"Ice cre-? Ice cream? I-" Instead you took a deep breath, closed your eyes and hugged her even tighter. You let go of her a moment later, making sure she was alright. "Yes, sweetheart. We're getting you your ice cream."

"Can Lena come with us?" She asked and you finally looked up to catch a glimpse of the stranger your daughter had dragged along.

The woman was standing a few steps behind you, fidgeting with her hands as she observed the scene in front of her.

Lena had felt a wave of relief herself when she saw mother and daughter reunite, and she felt happy she had helped, but she had to admit she felt quite out of place. It was a family moment and she didn't want to interrupt.

"Well, first you have to introduce me to your new friend." You said then and Lena had to raise a brow in surprise.

(Y/D/N) did a little jump in excitement and grabbed your hand. You got up while your daughter pulled you towards Lena. "Lena, this is my mommy."

"It is nice to meet you, Lena. I'm (Y/N)." You looked at her with a smile appearing at the corner of your lips and she felt, without knowing why, so much lighter.

Lena couldn't say no to your daughter's invitation after that. She was curious to find out why little (Y/D/N) was so adamant about buying ice cream. Apparently, she was looking for a very special flavor, the Superscoop Sundae, which was said to be Supergirl's favorite kind of flavor.

You took your daughter's hand in yours this time and while you walked it seemed like you couldn't thank Lena enough for helping your daughter find its way back to you. You assured her this wasn't  a common occurrence. You always tried to keep a close eye on your daughter but she would sometimes get too excited to even wait for you.

"She's chaos compressed in the form of a five year old." You joked. "All this trouble for some dessert, can you believe?"

You started a friendly conversation as you walked to the freezer section and, for a moment, Lena felt like a child again making friends in the playground. You didn't have your guard up, and you certainly weren't suspicious about her. You only knew she had helped you find your daughter and in return you had wanted to share this moment with her as a gesture of gratitude. No hidden intentions behind it.

"I'd like you to have this." You said after deciding it was time for you and your daughter to head home.

(Y/D/N) was finally holding a pint of the Superscoop Sundae in her hands and she was standing near you, waiting for your conversation to be over. You pulled a tiny card out of your wallet and handed it to Lena.

"This is my card, if you ever need it."

You wanted to return the favor and if there was something you could do for Lena you were going to do it with no hesitation. It was the least you could do, you assured her. Then you parted ways, with (Y/D/N) waving Lena goodbye and leaving her with a smile in her face and warm sensation in her heart.

Little did you know that Lena was going to need that favor, more sooner than later.

After another attempt against her life, Lena Luthor was in need of a place to hide.

The DEO and Supergirl had suggested some safe houses for her to use for a few days but since the database of the DEO had been hacked, most of those facilities could have been already compromised. She needed a place no one knew about, a place no one would expect her to be. So, even against her better judgement, she pulled a tiny card out of her own purse.

"So, let me get this straight." You said pacing around the living room of your apartment. "You want me to hide you here for let's say, around a week, right? And, by doing so, I may or may not be in danger? Is that what you're saying?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Yeah, essentially."

Lena and Supergirl spoke at the same time. They were standing there with you in the middle of the room, looking apologetical and waiting for your answer. However, you looked back and forth between the two of them, not believing what was happening.

When Lena called you to ask for that favor, you didn't think too much of it. Instead, you remembered that day at the supermarket, where she helped you and your daughter reunite again. You wouldn't have known what to do if anything had happened to your her that evening and you felt like you owned it to Lena. But this was a whole new thing for you, starting for the fact that there was no way your daughter wouldn't get involved in this. Besides, it was Lena's life, Lena Luthor's life, the life of a multibillionaire genius, in your hands.

"(Y/N), please, don't worry. I know we may be asking too much." Lena said as she fidgeted with her hands.

You looked at her with worry and were about to answer, still not sure about what to say, when you heard a knock on the door. After a second of hesitation, you shook your head and went to answer. As you opened the door, a tiny figure appeared.

Your neighbor next door was dropping (Y/D/N) after the play date she had had with their own daughter. You thanked them and hurried (Y/D/N) inside, not wanting to draw anyone else's attention to your guests.

An excited gasp followed next as your daughter realized who was in her home.

"Mommy! It's Supergirl!" She jumped and ran towards the superhero.

"Hello, little one." Supergirl said as she kneeled in front of her.

"And Lena's here too!"

It surprised everyone in the room when your daughter, instead of reaching for Supergirl, ran past her, headed towards Lena and hugged her legs.

Supergirl looked startled by that, as she was usually the popular one around children, and Lena was a bit taken aback by the gesture. You smiled as you watched Lena pat (Y/D/N)'s head, asking her how she had been since the last time she had seen her and if she still had some ice cream left to share. It surprised you how easy it was for Lena to talk to your kid and it surprised you even more when you found yourself answering Lena's call for help.

"So...I guess I need to figure out what's for dinner tonight, if you're staying." You crossed your arms with a little frown in your face. You really had no idea what to cook for the night.

Three pairs of eyes turned suddenly to look at you and your daughter's eyes were as big as they had been on her last birthday when she got the exact bunny plushie she had asked for.

Dinner had never been as entertaining as it have been that first night. When (Y/D/N) found out Lena was a scientist she kept firing question after question. You were fairly impressed at the way Lena tried to answer all of them and you did your best to keep your daughter from asking anything too inappropriate. Lena was more than thrilled about it all.

"I have a question of my own, Miss Luthor." You said after you had put (Y/D/N) in bed.

"Do you?" Lena said raising a brow. "What is it?"

"Do millionaires know how to wash their own dinner plates?" You heard Lena laugh as you headed for the kitchen, and somehow it was one of the most wonderful things you had ever heard.

You found yourselves falling into a comfortable routine during the days she spent at your house. If at first you had been a bit hesitant about how to treat Lena, after finding out who she really was, you soon found out that millionaires did know how to wash plates and help with the daily chores in the house.

Your daughter was more than happy to have her new friend around the house. For her, Lena was someone else she could play with and the person who knew all the answers because she was a scientist. You felt a little jealous about that but, just like your daughter, you felt happy to have Lena with you. It certainly helped you forget your lives were in dire danger.

"Is she asleep?" Lena asked you one night.

"Yeah, sleeping like the dead." You took a seat on the kitchen table, where Lena had been revising some company documents. "Thank you for the tip."

"You're welcome." She rose from her own seat to pour you a cup of tea. "Reading Greek tragedies never fails to put people to sleep."

You chuckled. "Oh, I believe you. I was about to grab a blanket too. Thanks."

You grabbed the cup of tea from her hands, your fingers brushing against each other. You smiled at her and watched as she took her seat again. She asked you about your day at work, and you asked how things were going with her company. Conversation flowed easily as you moved to different topics.

It amazed Lena how easy she had fit within your lives, so naturally that she almost couldn't believe you had meet the week before. It was for her as if she had known you and (Y/D/N) since the beginning of time.

During those days you had learned so many things about each other. About (Y/D/N)'s collection of rocks and her hopes to get a bunny pet for her next birthday. Lena got used to the melodies of your favorite music and the way you arranged your books. You got to know the many ways Lena's facial expressions could tell you more about her state of mind than her assuring you she was alright.

When it was time for Lena to go back to her life, it felt like she was leaving her heart behind.

"Do you have to go?" Your daughter had asked as she watched Lena stand near the door with her suitcase.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I have to." Lena said with a pang of sadness as she took your daughter into her arms.

"But mommy said you were going to stay." She said with a pout, wrapping her little arms around Lena's neck.

"You know, if you need, you could stay a little longer." You approached them, reaching to stroke your daughter's back, and looking at Lena with hopeful eyes.

"Thank you, but I don't want to cause you anymore trouble. You have already done so much with letting me stay this long."

"No trouble at all." You assured her. "We protect our family. Right, (Y/D/N)?"

"Yeah! Just like Supergirl!" Your daughter cheered.

Lena was speechless for a moment, and you could tell she was having some trouble processing your words. However, it was true. A kind of familiarity had settled among you, and you had to admit it felt as if things were supposed to be this way. You were, without doubt, a little family.

"But I understand you have things to do in the outside world. Come on, sweetie." You took your daughter into your own arms, freeing Lena of her grasp. "Just remember, this Friday is pizza Friday, and someone has to bring the apple juice."

"I want grape juice." (Y/D/N) said.

"Or grape juice, yes, whichever you like." You winked at Lena, who couldn't hide her smile.

With those simple words, you had offered Lena not only your house but a place to stay every time she needed and wanted.

At that moment, Lena found the true meaning of family. It wasn't just a home but the people you got to chose to always come back to. And she had chosen, maybe from the beginning, to come back to you.

[fukurodanni]

love for the rich and emotionally stunted: a comprehensive guide

ch. 1/7 -- prev. -- next. pairing: jumin han x f!reader warnings: n/a series summary: in the months following the incident with his father's most recent paramour, glam choi, the corporate heir of C&R finds himself discovering exactly what it is that makes a person in love so blind. ao3 link

note: office romance slowburn. featuring hallmark tropes and bad flirting. enjoy the ride. hop into my inbox for a tag if you're interested though! kiss kiss.

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You don’t mean for it to happen the first time.

Considering the state of your routine and your general efficiency (required when it comes to a job at C&R) it’s easy to say that showing up early is an ingrained habit. It had happened a few times too many when you’d first started working and just sort of stuck. However.

It’s thirty minutes past schedule when you wake up in a state of panic, rushing and grabbing for clothes and keys and wallet before stumbling out the door.

But for as much as you’d worried, it all turns out fine. You’re still on time, a nice man holds the door open for you--you don’t think you’ve seen him before, or maybe you’re so distressed your brain doesn’t recognize the face--and there aren’t any consequences. You don’t get yelled at. You aren’t behind. Really, you should have overslept more often.

So the next day you set your alarm a little later than usual and allow yourself to sleep. It goes much smoother than the day before and you still make it on time, looking much better than you had 24 hours prior. The same man--you think-- holds the door open for you, and you glance back to smile and thank him.

Except you really must have been too stressed to notice because the man you’re staring at is the executive director and immediate heir to C&R.

Your smile falls.

And then you choke out a noise of gratitude that’s supposed to sound like “Thanks,” but the shock in your voice turns it to audible mush. Mr. Han only hums in return and walks past you with all the dignity and poise of a seasoned Calvin Klein model. Your heart hammers with a startling lucidity at the surprise of it all but it isn’t anything that you think much of, so you make it back to your desk on time and it’s all fine, it’s all fine. It isn’t until about an hour later that you realize it’s probably the first time you’ve seen him so close in person.

Not that it matters, of course, but then it does - because it happens again.

And again, and again.

The routine continues for about a week: the “thank you,” the hum of a response, and no further conversation besides that at the door. You’ve gotten to catch longer glimpses of him as this routine has gone on, the shine of his hair, this grey of his eyes, but there’s something that intrigues you infinitely more. You haven’t gotten him to smile and it nags at you, incessant. So you’re determined to do it now.

You crack a joke about his consistency the next time you see him, a smile playing coy at your lips. He just hums again. Killjoy.

“What?”

“What?” You ask, turning on your heel. His voice is much deeper than in the press interviews.

“Were you calling me a killjoy?”

“Not intentionally, no.” You quip back, face feeling hot. You turn again and begin walking back, nursing the humiliation you can already feel pricking at your nerves. “Have a nice day, Mr. Han.”

You think he says something like “You too,” but you wouldn’t notice it over the rush in your ears.

That went well.

-

Another day passes, another routine, rinse and repeat. He doesn’t seem bothered by yesterday’s incident, so you’re planning to talk to him again tomorrow, just to give it a day in between. It’s going to get annoying soon, but he’s neither fired nor closed the door in your face so in all situations, it really is a win-win.

Jumin Han opens the door for you, wordlessly as ever. You spare a glance at him.

“I’d considered arriving late just to get a reaction out of you, and then I realized that I wouldn’t even be there to see it.” You quirk your head in wait, watching as the corners of his lips twitch into an unwitting smile.

Mirth is very becoming on him, you realize. Oh no.

“I’m sure it would be quite the sight, Miss.” He replies, that same almost-smile creasing a dimple into his cheek. When he nods his good morning and walks off to the tippity-top of the C&R building, all the office lights seem a little brighter in the wake.

You shake yourself from your musings and an intern is already brushing past you in their hurry to return to their place-- wherever that may be, and it reminds you to do the same. C&R International, with all its focus on exports, has a wide breadth when it comes to fashion. Having directed several of its projects, you know this firsthand. You also know that when your schedule isn’t filled to the brim, everything else seems like busywork.

For the first time in a few months you feel like a regular, 9-to-5 office worker.

Additionally, this means that you’ve returned to being hyped up on watery coffee all the time. The building’s cafeteria is a modern marvel in and of itself, overpriced as its food may be. Your break is just long enough for you to catch two-thirds of a meal and a conversation if the mood strikes, otherwise a whole meal and a moment to catch up on social media. Having just passed the two-thirds-meal mark, you’re surprised to see someone else approaching your seat.

Funnily, horribly enough, it’s Mr Han himself, who’s looking at you with the same unbidden curiosity that a child might grant a particularly fascinating caterpillar.

“You work here,” he says, without greeting. It’s an innocent enough statement.

Did he not know? That you work here? Was he under the impression that you’d just started showing up for his own personal amusement and one-sided banter at the beginning of the month?

“Uh,” you say. “Yes.”

He blinks at you. You think for a moment that he might fire you on the spot. You don’t know why.

“I have a lanyard,” you say dumbly, holding it up. You wave it around a little. Mr Han nods, looking professional as ever. “I see,” he says. “Work hard.” And then he leaves, Italian leather on polished marble and all. You still need to finish the rest of your salad.

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It’s almost ironic, the fact that you arrive late the next day.

After the strange half-encounter with Mr. Han, you’ve given yourself a moment of contemplation. Surely if the man hadn’t given a second thought to you besides your shared mornings-- not even a minute, besides-- then there wouldn’t be any point in pursuing him any further. He hadn’t even realized you worked there, not really.

Office romances never work out, anyhow.

You don’t even know if it was an office romance that you were pursuing in the first place. Perhaps it would have been nice, just to have another friend at work. Not that you were lacking, only that everyone had already seemed to settle in their routines and you’d been so busy, and well. Some things work out that way, and it’s not like you’re awful at small talk.

You’re running to the door of the office building, shoes clacking noisily against the pavement. You have to open the door for yourself this time.

“I thought you were kidding about arriving late to see my reaction.”

You think your neck just about cracks with the speed you turn to the noise. Mr Han stands not two meters from you, head tilted curiously in that same innocent wonder. He looks sort of sheepish, though you can’t quite figure why.

“I’m, uh--” You stare at him then, really take him in. Nothing comes. “I’m late for work.”

His eyes widen a fraction. And then he starts chuckling, softly, and it’s petrichor after rain, a deep tenor from low in his throat that has you suddenly, instantly warm. It isn’t much, not really.

But then you start laughing too, familiar and gleeful and it’s almost like you weren’t having a deep monologue about him that spanned most of last night. When you meet his eyes again, warm like the earth, it’s enough to boil hope in you, sunlight spilling over.

You don’t know for what yet, but you figure it’s something you’d like to find out.

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tags: @vandysgf @banenaz @mrs-han thank u!

[mrsmctominay]

Fluff Alphabet Jack Grealish pls❤

Fluff Alphabet- Jack Grealish

A- Activities Jack likes to take you out with his family. Seeing you get along so well with his siblings is so heart arming. You're his little sisters best friend and she always gets so excited to see you.

B- Beauty Your confidence is very attractive. You don't care about what anyone says and you always have 100% faith in yourself.

C- Comfort Soft kisses on the forehead, gentle back rubs, 'Everything's going to be okay angel'. Little things like that from Jack calm you down instantly.

D- Dreams His dreams for the two of you are big, but he doesn't think about them too much. He's waiting for the right moment where you can let the future unroll.

E- Equal I feel like it's a given that Jack's the more dominant one... He's the decision maker. Holidays, restaurants, Jack decides.

F- Fight He can hold a grudge. If he's really pissed off, he wont talk to you for hours. You've got to be the first to apologise, even if he's in the wrong.

G- Gratitude He's very grateful for everything you do for him, he just doesn't show it very well. Deep down, he knows that you're one of the best people in his life but he just doesn't let it show.

H- Honesty If there's something little that Jack thinks you wouldn't want to know, he wont tell you even though you love listening to everything he has to say. He doesn't keep anything massive from you but there has been a few upsets over it.

I- Inspiration Your support is unmatched. When times were tough, you helped push him through. Your confidence and determination is also a big part in inspiring him to not give up. If you can do it, so can he!

J- Jealous Jack is a jealous man, but he's confident that you're all his. Of course he gets jealous when other people chat you up or when his male fans comment on your instagram posts but he gets to touch so who's the real winner here...

K- Kiss

He was already an expert in this particular area, and you weren't so bad either. The first kiss just flowed so perfectly it's like you'd been kissing each other for years.

L- Love He tells you that he loves you multiple times a day. The first time he said it, was at a party. He whispered it in your ear and you immediately said it back.

M- Marriage He definitely wants to marry you but as I say, he doesn't think about it too much right now. He wants it to be at the perfect time and that wasn't right now, despite the fact your relationship is going so well, his career is just a lot right now.

N- Nickname 'Pretty', 'My one' and 'dolly' are his go-to nicknames for you. They just roll right off the tongue.

O- On Cloud Nine The boy never stops talking about you. No one ever mentions it to you though, Jack tells everyone not to tell you how much he goes on about you. It's very very obvious how in love he is with you.

P- PDA A hand on the bum or around your waist is good for him. Although you've been caught having a smooch quite a few times whilst being on holiday...

Q- Quirk Jack prides himself on how well he compliments you. Every other sentence is a compliment. He knows how to make you feel gorgeous even if you do already know it.

R- Romance Any trips he goes on with the team (club or country) he brings you back a gift. He tries to get something new every time so I suppose you could say he's romantically creative in that sort of aspect.

S- Support He knows how much you support him, so he tries to match it. He is behind you every step of the way in anything that you do. Even if he is busy with work, he always finds a way to show his support.

T- Thrill He likes to spice things up every now and again (😉😉). Routine gets a bit boring for you both, so why not eh?

U- Understanding He always tries his hardest to understand your feelings, and he gets frustrated with himself when he can't. He's learning to understand the signs of when you're upset or uncomfortable etc.

V- Value How could he possibly not value a person that gives him and his family so much joy? You're beyond important to him, even if he doesn't show it.

W- Wild Card He likes waking up early on his day off to make you breakfast. His only day to rest and he chooses to spend it treating you. What a true gent.

X- XOXO Jack is practically a human sloth. His routine goes: Go to training, leave training, come home, cuddle with you, eat and cuddle more.

Oh and did I mention that he cuddles more before bed, in bed and whilst you're asleep?

Y- Yearning He keeps little polaroid's of the two of you in his wallet or phone case that he looks at when he's missing you a little too much.

Z- Zoo Dogs dogs and uh more dogs. Yes please.

[slutsofren]

Danger Days Chapter 16: Burn Bright

summary: finally able to leave the clinic, you and joel expose the other

content warnings: a little bit of smut, as a treat

word count: 4,373

read on ao3 / masterlist

The day finally came, you were deemed free to walk out of the clinic and do whatever you had wanted. The three of you were stuck in Dinosaur because of the hunting mishap for the past several weeks as you took your time to heal as much as you could. Joel had been asking about it nonstop, wanting to know exactly what happened out there. But, you felt in your heart, if you were to tell him the truth, it would only break his.

Missy, your vet-turned-savior, eyed you carefully as the weeks had progressed, apparently infections were a big deal to look out for which made you cringe remembering Joel’s own brush with certain infectious death.

Walking felt beautiful. You’d been not only confined to that small room inside the clinic all this time but the fresh spring air was amazing against your skin.

Not to mention your mental health.

You hardly spoke to anyone outside of Joel and Ellie save for Missy, it nagged at you but Joel was insistent that it was because the townsfolk wanted to give you some space to heal. Anytime you had asked about certain people, he would get ten shades of weird and defensive. Something had happened, something that not even Ellie would tell you about, and it worried you.

But not enough to distract you from the pain of healing. Did anyone else know that scars as deep as the ones you received not only tingled but were constantly itchy? Yeah, neither did you. It fuckin’ sucked.

At this point, dealing with the constant monitoring, healing, cleaning, stretching, literally anything that involved this whole accident, made you wish the bear just fuckin’ killed you, this was annoying as hell.

Although it was kind of nice to see Joel fret over you constantly, it did something to your heart that made it speed up and do cartwheels in your chest. He was insistent with making sure you were comfortable and well-fed. He was mother-henning and as much as you hated being the center of that kind of attention, you found you didn’t mind it so much when it was Joel doing it.

Ellie was the one to tell you that it looked worse than what it was. Apparently the bear only sliced you up and the worst of it was containing the bleeding. In comparison to what Joel went through, apparently you were what few would call lucky- even if you didn’t feel it.

Your mind always wandered back to those few moments- just before Steve found you. The look on Helena’s face, the absolute sense of dread you felt. That’s what bothered you the most.

There wasn’t a day you walked through this life thinking you were innocent, thinking that your past wouldn’t catch up with you or the consequences for that matter. Yet in those few moments you looked at Helena and wondered what the hell did you do to deserve a fate like that.

Approaching the small loft the three of you had been staying at, you eyed the stairs like they did a personal slight against you. “I don’t know if I can make this, kiddo,” you said wearily to Ellie.

Joel was already inside and making the bed as comfortable as he could for your arrival but you couldn’t help but feel the surging gratitude and affection towards him. He kept you grounded, he kept you alive, and for that you were in his debt not that he would ever ask anything of you.

Still, a girl could hope.

Ellie put her hands on your arm, helping you up the stairs one at a time. Each time you felt like you were making progress you’d look down and see you had only moved one or two steps. The stitches in your stomach pulled taught at the movements and you’d swear they’d pop.

Aside from the scratches that marred your stomach you only had very mild wounds, things that would heal on their own and only leave very minor scars. You were lucky, so goddamn lucky.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

You still felt hazy about the whole thing, unsure if you had remembered it all correctly or if it was a part of that fog that had blanketed your mind. One thing you remembered clear as day was Helena. Her blank expression was burned into your mind, how careless she looked at you, how she turned her back on you as if she couldn’t be bothered to help. You had your suspicions of what happened out there but one thing was clear: Helena was not your ally.

Joel had been right not to trust her and you were a fool to have let her out of your sight, let yourself be caught alone in the forest without somebody else.

Cursing yourself, your pain, you had hardly realized you made it to the topmost stair leading to the loft. Joel looked breathless standing in the doorframe, his eyes wide and assessing. “You good,” he asked.

“Do I look good,” you snarked back.

Ellie tried to hide the small snort she made but you heard it. The sound pulled you from your mind and you scrunched up your face, closing your eyes, then releasing a sigh. “Sorry, I just want to get in bed.”

Neither Joel nor Ellie said anything as you limped slowly towards the bed, clutching your stomach. You could tell they were holding back, after all you had snipped at them endlessly about how you didn’t want them to fuss over you, not wanting to be babied.

Seemed like that was its own monumental task.

Wincing as you lowered yourself onto the threadbare sheets, you groaned and closed your eyes. You weren’t in as much pain as you were the first few days you woke up, where even the lights seemed to physically pain you.

You were lost in your mind, wondering about Helena. You couldn’t help but worry about how you were going to tell Joel, if you were going to tell him to begin with. You were stressed the fuck out with all of this and you knew it wasn’t good for whatever healing you had hoped to make. Every fiber of your being was burning inside you wanting to get the hell out of Dinosaur, forget about healing, forget about Helena, forget about this damn town.

Deep down the only reason you hadn’t practically gone on your knees to beg Joel for you to take Ellie and run was because you would only hold them back if it came down to a fight and that was the last thing you wanted. Not to even mention that you didn’t want to part with the duo to begin with.

That’s really why you had kept your mouth shut. Despite the harrowing journey to get to this point- dealing with life-or-death situations, cannibals, hunters, and everything in between, this was the first time you’ve been with Joel and Ellie in relative safety. It was the hint of domesticity in the loft that made you want to savor it endlessly. Cherish what could have been if you were more determined to win Joel’s stone cold heart.

That was a lie, actually, a lie you’ve told yourself countless times over these past few weeks. Joel Miller was a grump, through and through, but he cared however much he did for you, even while keeping up this false relationship between you, you saw how he provided for you and Ellie since you’d been confided to the clinic, hardly seeing anyone but your medical provider and Steve who had somehow become the unspoken liaison between Dinosaur and you.

You’d ask him time and time again what was happening outside the clinic walls only to have the subject skirted around or tabled. Joel outright refused to talk about any of it. Ellie, sweet Ellie, everytime you think you've gotten close to breaking her, she’d leave. This whole time you had figured that Ellie would be the one to cave and tell you what was going on with the townspeople only to end up frustrated and tired. They all told you to focus on yourself, to focus on healing and getting better, but you were sick and tired of the silence and the secrets. You were bored out of your mind.

Being lost in your thoughts, your ire, you didn’t notice Joel calling your name. Blinking, you turned your head to face him and hummed in acknowledgement. You watched as his brow furrowed and he looked to Ellie, jerking his chin towards the door.

Ellie nodded, seeming to understand whatever silent conversation they just had. Her arms were folded in front of her and she looked at you, tensely. Everything about her body language seemed to scream anxiety. Her lips parted to speak but she shook her head, seemingly changing her mind before bolting out the door, taking heavy steps down. Joel shut the door quietly, with it clicking into place.

He leaned his back against the door and folded his arms across his chest.

“Whatever you have to say, say it, Joel,” you said impatiently. Everybody kept walking around on eggshells with you while also being overbearing, it was irritating you because either nobody would actually talk to you or they’d just be with you in silence and you had enough.

His eyes flicked to you before he huffed. While he stood silent, you looked him over, appreciating how sun-kissed he was, how his brown hair and brown eyes really suited him, and you’d go as far as to appreciate his own patchy beard that complimented his face so well. Everything about his personality irritated you but stars, you were not a blind woman and could stare at him all day.

You barely registered that he had spoken your name again.

Joel sighed, unsure of himself as he looked you over. “We need to talk.”

“Then talk,” you shrugged. You were acting like a bitch and you knew it. For all that bravado you had calling him a grump, it was you who had felt emotionally constipated for once.

“I love you,” he blurted.

You blinked. Huh?

“I think I have loved you since the moment I realized you loved Ellie as much as I did, watching you hold her after she killed David. Seein’ you with blood on your hands to protect our daughter,” his voice cracked.

“Every day I worried if you were gonna die in that room, worried that this woman I barely knew was going to die because I didn’t protect her the same way she has protected me for months. It killed me day after day hoping you would wake up knowing that my past was going to haunt any future I had hoped to have with you.”

“Joel-.”

He cut you off, “No. I have to say this or I will regret it for as long as I live.”

Joel tore his gaze from you and covered his face for a moment before he sighed. Standing taller, hands at his side, he looked like he was gathering all his courage, all his bravery. “I would do anything to do this over if that meant I could have more time with you, sweetheart. I don’t know your favorite color, I don’t know your birthday, hell, I don’t know anything fun about you, but I do know you are a fighter; you’re honest, you’re trustworthy, and you are one hell of a woman.”

You watched him as he crossed the room and stood by the window in the makeshift kitchenette and continued. “Watching you bleed all over Steve that day forced me to sit and think about what the hell I was doin’, the way I’ve spoken to you, the way I’ve second guessed your intentions on more than one occasion when you’ve done nothin’ but prove to me that you’re exactly who Tommy said you are.”

Finding your voice, “And who did he say I was?”

“Fuckin’.” he choked. “Fuckin’ everythin’ to me.”

Joel let out a heavy shaky breath. “A year ago, before I met Ellie,” he stumbled, “there was this woman- Tess. She and I were partners of a sort. We smuggled shit in and out of Boston’s Quarantine Zone and were heartless sons of bitches together. I respected the hell out of her. Even when her scheming got her killed.”

You were stunned at his words. This was the first you ever heard of this woman, Tess, or of the day Ellie came into his life. It was a lot to absorb, nearly as much as when you found out the reason why he desperately wanted to keep the reason for taking Ellie to the Fireflies such a goddamn secret.

“Tess was,” his voice shuddered, “she was as cold as ice. Came to my bed when she wanted to fuck, left when she got what she needed. We were ruthless together but that ain’t a life. Certainly not one I want with you.”

Joel turned to look out the window, the sun kissed his face and the shadows deepened the lines that had caressed his features over the years. He looked older, more tired, but for the first time since you met Joel Miller, he looked more at peace. The way he confessed, tore open his still aching heart to tell you these things he kept hidden in the deep chambers of his thoughts just because he was scared to speak to you more than any words or actions you’d seen of the man. He was brute and loyal and you often felt that you were on the outskirts of that trust but he all but told you had a path into his heart all this time.

“Then what do you want,” you finally voice.

Almost as if you woke him from sleep, his eyes flecked towards you in a mild panic. “You,” he whispered softly. “If you’d take me, that is.”

Joel Miller was never a nervous man but you swore you saw his jaw clench and unclench as if he were afraid, afraid of your rejection. A rejection you’d never give him.

“Joel, I think I’ve been in love with your dumbass since you and I fought beside each other at the university,” you confess. It was true. You may have been blinded by your own repressed sexual urges but you weren’t, well, blind. Joel was an attractive man and when you were around him, you felt safe, even safer than you were behind the walls of Jackson.

When your words finally registered for him, his brown eyes flicked to yours and narrowed. “What,” he said slowly, almost as if in disbelief.

“I’ve spent so many nights awake thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and when you were dying,” you choked, admitting things you had never hoped to tell in fear he would have rejected you. “When you were dying, I pleaded for you to wake up. I couldn’t imagine trying to do this without you, to not show you Jackson, to hear the same stories Tommy always prattled on about but hear them from your lips.”

He still stood by the window, stunned. Neither one of you were likely to believe what was happening within these four walls. You’d been hurt, dying as he once was. As you cared for him, so he for you, but this was something altogether new and fragile, almost as if you were to breathe too hard within this room, the illusion would shatter and all these words would taste like rot on your tongue.

But you were naive enough with Joel that you were honest. You weren’t one to trust others much, often taking more than a few close calls and skirmishes out in the wilds to call people your friends, your companions, and yet… yet these past few months alongside a man and his daughter proved to you that you were still human. That you craved things.

You still craved partnership, craved affection, idle talk, and smiles. You had shut down those needs and wants years ago, forbidding such things while you were a mindless killer for the Fireflies. None of that mattered now.

Now you had a chance at being a true team with this man and his girl that sent an ache through your heart, one you didn’t want to ignore anymore and wanted to fully embrace. “Come here, Joel,” you asked, raising your arms to gesture him to you.

He takes slow steps towards you, almost afraid. In your heart you know he isn’t sure of himself, of whatever this was between the two of you and yet you hold your arms up for him, waiting for him. “Are you sure,” he asks,

You hold his gaze for a heartbeat, then two, he says your name and when he does, you smile. It’s so nice to hear him say your name. You nod. “Never been surer of anythin’ in my life.”

He puts one knee on the bed and then the other, finally coming to lean into your arms. Whatever this was felt strangely like kicking your boots off after a long day, like the first sip of hot coffee in the morning, like the sigh of relief when you were safe within Jackson after a daunting patrol. Home. He felt like home.

Joel brings his forehead to yours and the two of you hold each other like that for a moment. He surely did not want to agitate your stitches too much and truthfully you were too sore to move around much either. For all his strength, his temper, his brutality, he was awfully gentle with you in this state and you’d think that maybe, maybe it was nice to be taken care of once in a while.

The two of you breathed each other in and you felt safe.

Inching your lips closer to him, a heat grew deep in your belly, as you moved to capture his lips in yours. It was the first time you ever kissed him with passion in your blood, with your whole heart behind the gesture. It wasn’t for show, not for whatever fake relationship the two of you started weeks ago when you all met this seemingly friendly yet untrustworthy group from Dinosaur.

His lips were chapped as he met you halfway, practically clashing into you, almost as if he had been holding back from his own common sense for too damn long and finally, finally, got to unleash it on you.

Yes, your body screamed, More, more, more.

Both of you lost yourselves in the kiss, letting yourselves finally get the chance to explore the other with your mouths. His rough calloused hands, marred with years of experience, of survival, explored your body. Trailing themselves from your face to your neck, feeling, wanting.

“Joel,” you whined.

Your body was heating up beneath his touch, you felt like fire and brimstone, aching. Feeling down his front, you knew he felt it too. His body was rock solid against yours, all entirely masculine. “Joel.”

He groaned against your lips, jutting his hips forward. “I know, baby, I know.” He pulled back and his eyes roamed over your body, your dishevelment, and you felt naked in his gaze. Felt that for the first time in weeks, you felt seen for who you were, death on your hands and all, and yet for some reason, it didn’t seem to make a damn difference for the man hovering over you. “I can’t,” he choked out.

Your heart stopped for a beat. “Can’t?”

For a moment, panic rises in your chest. Swirls of emotion blindside you. Anger, regret, embarrassment, all a blur. Joel seemed to have noticed this shift within you and his large hands cup your face. He says your name, almost like a prayer, full of reverence and humility. “I don’t regret this. Not you, never you,” he says honestly. His eyes, full of warmth and adoration, peer deep into yours. “You just got injured, I want to make this about you.”

Your eyes now trail over him, watching closely as his throat bobs until it finally clicks for you. This man has suffered too many losses in his life, he all but said to you just moments ago he did not want to lose you either, and hearing that you have been pining over him for nearly as long as he has likely makes him want to cherish you in the only way he knows how to show his affection. By physical touch. Pleasure and passion.

He clears his throat and confesses. “I want every person outside this loft to know that I am yours in every goddamn sense of the word but for now, I want to make you feel good.”

Your mouth goes dry at his little speech. You’d wanted to taste and lick this man for weeks, no matter how disgusting the two of you have gotten out on the road and in the back of your mind, you’re practically begging for him to bless you with every kiss, every bite, every goddamned hickey, soft caresses masked under dirty words and rough manhandling with praises.

Grabbing the back of his head, you pull him forward once more, giving him a deep kiss. “Make me feel good,” you ask.

Smiling against your lips, Joel presses soft kisses down your jaw. One he begins to leave loving kisses against your neck, does he turn to biting. He nips and nips, never in one place too long until he latches right by your pulse and turns the area into a mark. A bruise of his own making. A signal to everyone that you are his just as much as he is yours, for real this time. No bullshit, no fake marriage. This is all you.

Expert fingers began to unbutton your borrowed flannel, as he lowered his attention and softly kissed over your now exposed bandages. He was soft and tender around your injuries and not once did you wince in pain or feel a moment of hesitation. You watched in silence as he slid your jeans and boots off, being mindful to not move you around too much as he pulled down your panties as well, until he was kneeling before you.

“You sure,” he asked, nearly breathless. He was checking in with you, making sure this was what you wanted, that you chose this, chose him.

Nodding. Under normal circumstances, you’d talk back and make him work for the honor but right now the two of you felt like exposed livewire, ready to burn this entire town down if you didn’t have the other this very moment. “Please,” you begged.

Without making you wait, Joel leveled himself with your exposed sex, your exposed heart, and took them into his hands gently. He played with that little bundle of nerves between your legs and caressed your thighs. The moment he used his tongue was the moment you practically gave yourself over to him, to use or keep, it didn’t matter anymore.

“Oh,” you sighed and sunk into the pillows beneath you. His tongue worked itself in tandem with his fingers. He took long swipes up and down and back again while his fingers passionately massaged, helping you catch your high. “Joel,” you said breathlessly.

“That’s my gal,” he praised against your skin.

Then he hooked both of his thick fingers within you, pressing against your walls that made you see stars. “Oh, oh-,” you sighed.

Working a little faster now, Joel spelled out his infatuation with you with his tongue and fingers, not once relenting until you felt that cord deep within you snap and your orgasm flooded your senses. Taking deep breaths, you hadn’t realized Joel had kissed his way back up above you until your eyes opened, meeting his.

The two of you were breathless, admiring the other. You never got to see him like this, so unguarded. Then he smirked, “You good?”

Smiling. “Better than good. I’m great.” It was true, you couldn’t feel your legs but you sure as hell felt that pulsating need between your legs thrum happily. Once more you buried your fingers in his curls, pulling him forward. You tasted yourself on his lips and you don’t think you mind it one bit.

After a while, he pulled himself up, roaming around the room to clean up the mess he made with you as well as adjusting his own pants where you clearly noted the hard-on he had within. He picked up your discarded clothes, your boots, and put them away, then pulling out clean clothes for you. “Joel, I'm not a child,” you complain, although secretly you were smitten by his caring nature with you.

“I know you’re not,” he said. “But I still want to do it.”

Being as careful as you could, you let him help you get dressed once more. The remaining stitches pulled and ached, nevermind the bruising. After this was over, you’d never take the ability to move freely for granted ever again.

As the two of you finally cleaned up enough, there was a hurried knock on the door as Ellie’s voice came back. “Open up! I got food.”

He walked right up to the door and let the teen in as she burst through like a whirlwind. She laid three plates down, filled with something delicious judging by the smell. What caught your attention wasn’t the food but rather the troubled look on Ellie’s face as she stared at you.

She looked back to Joel and spilled, “They want to know if Helena is gonna die.”

What?

“What are you talking about kid,” you ask.

Joel cursed under his breath before he came in front of you. Grabbing one of your hands, he looked down at your fingers entwining naturally, fitting the spaces between the other as if it were a missing puzzle piece. “We know,” he said lowly. “The whole damn town knows what Helena did to you.”

Your breath is stolen away, unsure of what to say.

Joel continues. “And it’s up to you if she should pay with her life by your hands.”

[eventid1ngs]

[ D a y d r e a m . ]

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I stand at attention, my left hand resting upon my right that is perched atop the pommel of the Master Sword, with the semblance that I’m ready for anything and everything that might come this way. Nothing will disturb the princess as she prays at the Goddess Spring. That is my mission.

Not far behind me, I hear a bit of rustling as Zelda slips off her sandals. She takes her time entering the water, each step into the clear spring slow and deliberate.

I know that she is anxious. I know that she feels like a failure.

I know that she is afraid.

The sounds of gently moving water and Zelda’s hushed voice make my head swim, making me remember, for whatever reasons, each time that the princess’ hand touched my hand or arm and every moment that her gaze met mine. Within castle walls, on lonely roads out in the field, late at night… under the stars... in the dark…..

Letting out a sigh, I close my eyes and focus on any other sounds around me. The rustling of the leaves and tree branches above me. Songbirds happily chirping what will be their final performances of the season. The late summer breeze wafts about, flaunting its broken promises; its own song of lingering memory and uncertain futures.

I let out another sigh as I wipe my mind blank.

After a few minutes, I hear the water stir behind me as Zelda steps out of the water. I sheathe my sword before turning to reach for the towel that I had slung over a low tree branch. Approaching the princess, I make a small gesture for her to sit down on a nearby rock. She does. Her eyes are downcast and her expression vulnerable, revealing her utter disappointment. Part of me, deep within the recesses of my soul, wants to curse the goddess for refusing to answer, but I do not.

Part of me, deep within the recesses of my soul, wants to tell Zelda that I love her and that everything will be alright and that it all will somehow work out in the end, but I do not.

She doesn’t say anything, so I don’t, either. I crouch down and dry her feet.

Reaching for her shoes, I hold her clean, dry right foot in my hand for a moment before slipping the sandal on. I do the same for her left foot.

“Thank you, Link.” she says, finally breaking the silence between us. There is so much emotion in her voice. Behind the honest gratitude of her words I hear things that others do not, or maybe just pretend that they do not. I hear the relentless fear that throbs like a festering wound within her. I hear the tenderness of a girl who possesses the sweet compassion of a mother but veils it with bold character so as to not appear "weak." I hear her heart, crying out; reaching out, desperately, for someone–anyone–to provide even an ounce of comfort amongst the chaos.

My hands linger on her legs for far longer than necessary and my heart is beating so hard in my chest that it threatens to cause my stomach to promptly expel whatever I had eaten for lunch not an hour ago.

I want to comfort her.

I want to–

“Link.” she says, and I look up to meet her eyes. The ocean green of her irises shimmer in the sunlight as the inevitable tears come to surface. She opens her lips to say something else, but the words refuse to follow. I reach up without thinking and wipe her cheek with my thumb. My finger barely touches her skin. A quiet sort of half-sob escapes her lips that are still parted.

I take her hands in mine and we both stand. I search her face for answers to questions that I do not even know how to ask. She needs something… I can see it in the concerned arc of her brows, the flutter of her lashes, and the way her breaths keep catching ever so slightly as they come and go.

What is it? What can I give that will stop her from hurting, even if just for a brief moment?

Shoving aside the doubts that are clouding my judgment, I put my arms around the princess and press her to my chest. She sobs quietly as I crush her to me in vain attempt to convince her with my embrace that I will not let go until she feels that she is ready to face the world again.

My lips brush against her temple, not entirely by accident, and the sudden contact makes her pull back a little. Something new makes an appearance in her expression, mingling with the sorrow. It is something like surprise, something like curiosity. Something like excitement. Though I can’t be sure, I lean towards her. My heart skips a beat when I realize that she makes no effort to hesitate. My mouth pauses a mere centimeter from hers as we share the same breath. With an inhale she moves forward so our upper lips touch; so quick and feather-light that it’s almost like it didn’t happen. She does this two more times as if confirming it. I angle my head slightly so that the next time she leaned in, our lips touched properly. It was almost a real kiss, but she pulled back just before the point of no return.

“Link…” Zelda whispers. If she says my name like that again, I feel like I would have to be relieved of my duties as a royal guard because there is no way I would ever be able to concentrate again with that permanently imprinted upon my mind. I dare not look at her face to see the blush that has risen in her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. So I keep my eyes shut.

I want to run away. I want to run far, far away, with her hand in mine. With her by my side. Two kids, too young and too dumb to fight this war.

Just sad kids, going somewhere.

Getting lost.

My hands move up her back and over her shoulders and down her arms, hovering just a breadth away from her skin. The ghost caresses were enough, however, to raise goosebumps across every inch of her flesh that is either exposed by or hidden from my view under her white dress. Skin so rosy, so smooth, without blemish… The skin of the princess who carries the goddess’ blood within her veins, and it trembles and responds to me.

Her eyes flutter closed and mine do, too. Maybe if we keep our eyes closed, we can pretend that it didn’t happen. Maybe if we never open our eyes again, we won’t have to wake up.

Our lips crash into each other.

There is no sound but our breaths that come quickly before being stolen away again. There is no feeling but a steadily growing warmth as inhibitions are stripped away and skin touches skin. The setting sun melts into eventide. There is nothing but us; she, the Princess of Hyrule and I, her appointed knight. Even the moon and stars that hang in splendor from the heavens above dare not disturb us.

A sob catches in my throat as the edges of my darkened vision go blurry with the tears that are rapidly rising. My heart constricts painfully at the sudden, terrible idea that I have become caught up in a silly dream. The possibility that this isn’t real. It couldn’t be. It never would be.

The realization hits me, knocking the air from my lungs, like a behemoth.

Just a silly dream.

All the things you didn’t say.

All of the things that you didn’t do.

Every chance that slipped from your grasp.

Do you wonder what we could have had?

Do you realize that you and I… could have…..

I feel myself start to panic, and I’m too exhausted to fight it. Don’t leave me.

Please.

A wave of pale blue flower petals rushes past my line of sight like an angel answering a prayer, but it never materializes; only disappears with what remains of my fleeting daydream.

I realize, gradually, while the scene that I had just experienced wasn’t real, the pain in my chest very much was. I look down, choking on my own sobs, at the arrows that are lodged into the center of my breastbone. Every inhale causes me to wince at the sharp pain that shoots up and down my body due to the movement.

What do I do?

I don’t know what I’m doing.

Please come back to me.

"I'll find you."  I say, out loud, with a voice that sounds out of place. "...Wait for me."

...Zelda.

I get up.

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Playlist:

“Daydream” by Super Junior

“2 Kids” & “Sad Kids” by Taemin

“Find You” by Monsta X

(Zelink shippers, don’t look up these songs with the English translations unless you, like myself, have an inordinate desire for pain.)

[imasimpforshanks]

Hi there!

I hope you're doing great. Ehm... May I requests Law for either the romantic or the Angst alphabet? I just can't decide that and would like you to choose from it.

I'm really looking forward to your work. Other than that have a nice day/eve. ♡

Fluff Alphabet - Trafalgar Law

a/n: hi there!!! thank you for requesting and for your kind words 💓 I chose the fluff alphabet because our man has suffered enough and I couldn’t handle writing out angst for him 🙃 ANWAYSSSS pls enjoy x

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

During the little free time he has, Law loves to spend it with you doing anything lowkey. He’s usually pretty exhausted from everything going on, so taking some time to wind down and read a good book with you tucked him next to him reading you’re a book of your own is his ideal way to spend time with you.

That being said, if you are a person who prefers to do something active, Law won’t say no to that (so long as it’s not Luffy level active).

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Law admires your way of thinking. You always seem to bring a fresh, unique perspective and now he can’t help but ask for your input on everything. This is also what he finds the most beautiful about you. He’s never been one to care that much about what is on the outside. To Law, it’s what is on the inside that counts (who knew law was so cliché;)). Your mind and the way it works is a wonder to behold and Law counts himself very lucky that he is the one that gets to see you in action the most.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

Law takes a very pragmatic approach when it comes to comforting his s/o. He’s a doctor, so its only natural for him to think in this way. He asks you directly what’s wrong and how he could help – it’s the most logical thing to do and the quickest way to ensure you are feeling comforted.

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

In the future Law wants to live a simple, quiet life with you. Somewhere secluded and far away from all the noise and chaos of the world. You’ll live in a nice house (nothing too fancy), with a child or two running around acting out their parents’ infamous pirate adventures.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

He tends to take the more dominant role in the relationship. For the sake of your safety and his sanity, he prefers to be the one to take charge with you following his lead. But, he does still value your input in almost all decisions.

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Your fights tend to be pretty short lived resulting in forgiveness and apologies from both sides relatively quickly. He really doesn’t like to stay mad at you for too long – he’d much rather have you two on the same page.

Most fights are caused by stress and concerns of health and safety, so Law does a lot of eye rolling and using his title as a ‘doctor’ as justification that he knows what he’s doing so you just need to chill – but like I said these fights are very short lived.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Before he met you, Law’s life was very dull. Yes, he has his fair share of adventures and fun with his crew, but there was something missing from his life. But then you came along, bringing a little more colour into his life. Instead of being exhausted and tense from dealing with everything alone, you forced your way in and pried him open, allowing him to share his burdens. For that, Law is eternally grateful.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Initially, Law tried to hide quite a lot. He was very selective about the information he shared with you. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, he just struggled to share things with others – his past has made him very closed off. But, before he knew it you managed to weasel your way in, and soon he found himself confiding in you about everything. The only time he ever keeps a secret is if knowing it will jeopardize your safety.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

I touched on this a little bit before, but you were able to teach Law the relief and comfort that comes with trusting and relying on others. Because of you, he was able to learn that its important to not deal with everything on your own.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?).

It’s not often that Law gets jealous. It’s an ugly emotion, plus he feels no need to be jealous since he trust you with his whole heart. However, if he was to get jealous, he is definitely the quiet jealous type. His fists clench a little tighter, his frown deepens ever so slightly, and he just doesn’t speak. He doesn’t ignore you though, rather he chooses to curt replies until he eventually gets over it or if it’s really bothering him he may bring it up with you.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

He is a very inexperienced kisser, not having (or wanting) many romantic relationships in his past. Even so, he’s surprisingly not horrible (but not great either) at kissing. Maybe it has something to do with his deep knowledge and understanding of the way the human body works. Unfortunately, during your first kiss he tried to rely a little too much on his ‘knowledge’ rather than melting in to it. It wasn’t a horrible first kiss, it just felt a little stiff. The desire was there, but it was as if he were afraid to give in to the emotions he was feeling and reading your signals. However, after a little communication and guidance he’s now an expert.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

It was in the heat of the moment after you had done something completely and utterly stupid, that almost cost you your life. He wasn’t intending on doing it right then and there, in fact he actually had a whole plan of how and when he was going to tell you how he felt. But seeing you lying in the infirmary after having to operate on you was more than he could handle and before he knew it the words just slipped out.

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Marriage is indeed something Law wants. You wouldn’t expect it but after you two officially got together, it wasn’t more than a month before Law started thinking about marriage. He knows now isn’t the time for marriage, but it’s definitely in his plans for the next few years or so.

His proposal is going to be low key. The two of you would have to be alone with no other people around – maybe while you two are lying in bed one night, he just pops the question. And as with the proposal, your wedding would also be low key. No big party or ceremony, just you two and the people closest to you (bepo definitely officiates).

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

‘Babe’ or your name are his usual choices for when you are around other people. But occasionally when he’s on the verge of falling asleep he’ll let out a yawn followed by a sleepy “babyyyy”.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

When Law is in love he tends to keep his cool and collected façade. But on the inside he’s a babbling, nervous mess. He doesn’t do anything particularly out of the ordinary other than making a bit more of an attempt at conversing with you. He loves hearing you talk and rambling on about things you’re passionate about so he does try to find any excuse to talk to you.

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

PDA is something Law isn’t the biggest fan of. He’ll stand next to you and be in close proximity while sharing a few glances, but other than that he won’t engage in PDA. Law considers that sort of thing to be private and intimate so he likes to keep it between the two of you. Occasionally, if you are feeling a little extra needy he may give in to a quick hug or forehead kiss.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

It may not come as that much of a surprise but, Law can make one hell of a cup of coffee (actually any hot drink really). His perfect brew definitely comes in handy.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Oh boy, he is way more romantic than anyone would ever realize. He loves doing little things for you just to see that sweet smile on your face. It makes his heart swell with happiness.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

Rather than being the consistently positive support, Law provides you with constructive criticism and things that can actively help you achieve your goals. He’s a realist, so doesn’t think only saying “you can do it” or “it’s only a minor setback” is the way to go. He still says those things because they are true – Law honestly believes you can do whatever you set your mind to, however, constructive criticism is needed in addition to this.

The key take away here is: YES. Law believes you can achieve all your hopes and dreams.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

Law needs routine, especially in your relationship. You have continued doing the same things in your relationship since you first got together because it works. Why would he want to change what works? It’s safe, it’s familiar, and it’s comfortable.

That being said, he’s not opposed to the idea of spicing things up. If you ever felt like trying something new (or even if he starts to feel bored about something), he would be open to the idea. Who knows, maybe the new thing you try could even become a part of your routine.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

It’s no surprise that he is very adept at reading people, he’s on to it and has exceptional observation skills. He uses these skills with you as well.

He knows what it’s like to be consumed by emotions (in fact he knows that too well), and while with most, he’s the type to keep his emotions hidden, when it comes to you he shares his emotions to help you realize that he also knows how it feels and that you are not alone.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?).

Your relationship is a top priority in his life. He’s lost everyone he ever cares about (other than his crew) and there is no way he is going to lose you too. The only thing that may potentially rival your relationship is his goal of taking revenge on Doflamingo.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

There’s nothing he loves more than you running your hands through his hair while his head is on your chest or stomach. He automatically leans into your hand every time. He feels the safest in this position.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Like I said before, he is affectionate but it’s mainly when the two of you are alone. Those displays of affection are for the two of you and no one else. But, when the two of you are alone he absolutely loves cuddles (especially lying with his head on your lap or chest).

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

He gets stressed when you’re not around for more than one reason. Firstly, you can’t help to calm him down and force him to take a breather. Secondly, he’s constantly worried about your safety and wellbeing.

Honestly, the only way he copes with it is by stressing (I know it’s not coping at all but I mean that’s Law for you LMAO).

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Law would put his life on the line for your relationship. He doesn’t want to lose someone he cares about – not again. He can’t handle that sort of pain, so if it was required of him, he would gladly give his life.

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OKAY OKAY ROUND TWO OF THIS! Kanera fix it or Kanera and waffles! Whichever works <3

*has no self control* *writes my first fix it* This was hecking fun! I hope you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla

Word Count: 2,455

Tags/Warning: rated T (for time travel! *insert Hulk gif here*) and also near death

This wasn’t how Kanan wanted things to end.

He'd wanted more time. He'd wanted to explain things to Hera, to tell her how much she meant to him.

But things had moved too fast for him. Kanan was too late.

He felt the heat of the fire from the fuel pod singing the tips of his fingers, and concentrated on pushing it back with all his strength, his hands shaking slightly and his face twisting with the effort. The fire billowed high above him, but Kanan wasn’t afraid. Just full of regrets.

Behind him, he heard Hera scream his name, her voice full of raw desperation and fear. Kanan knew, without even needing to look, that she would run towards him and she did, her steps barely audible above the roar of the flames.

Turning without looking, Kanan diverted part of his concentration and caught her in her steps, holding her back with the Force. He felt her struggle against the grip, panic and fear pulsing through her.

Slowly, on some instinct he didn’t understand, he turned to face Hera. Maybe it was because of how much he ached to see her. Maybe it was to give her one last glimpse of him. Kanan sensed her desperation, her fear, how much she wanted to reach him.

But he couldn’t let her. There was too much at stake. So with a quick thrust, he sent her flying back to where Ezra was waiting, ready. His apprentice caught hold of her, holding her back. Kanan felt a flicker of gratitude-- he could always count on Ezra.

An odd tingling sensation swept across his eyes, and for a moment he thought he was crying. But crying had been impossible ever since Malachor. Since he’d been blinded.

Even as he thought the word, it was like a cloud was swept away from his eyes, and he could see. Kanan had no idea how, but he accepted it calmly, as he’d accepted his fate.

His gaze locked onto Hera first-- Hera, clad in an orange prisoner’s jumpsuit, a look of complete horror and fear in her eyes, with the slightest hint of surprise and awe as she looked at him. Kanan took her in, drinking in the very sight of her. She was older than she had been when they’d first met, and had only grown more beautiful. And Kanan had only grown more in love with her.

Behind her, holding her back, was Ezra-- Force, Ezra. He was so tall, so grown-up looking. Kanan was well aware he’d only ever pictured the little boy from Lothal, and he felt pride stirring in his heart. Stay safe, kid, he thought. You know what to do. I love you both.

And so he released his hold on the flames and used all his power and strength to send the ship that held Ezra, Sabine, and Hera flying away from the fuel depot. It would be enough. It had to be enough.

They would be safe. And they would keep fighting. Hera always did.

That was Kanan’s last thought before the flames swallowed him.

But it wasn’t his last thought.

Even as the fire swirled around him, he heard a strange whoosh, and the sound of boots impacting on metal, and suddenly the fire was gone. And Kanan was somewhere else entirely.

“Did it work?”

A young male voice came from behind Kanan, stunned but excited.

“Of course it worked, idiot, he’s not dead and we still exist,” said a dry female voice that sounded… bizarrely familiar. Almost like--

Kanan turned towards the sound and someone tackled him to the ground, slapping a hand over his eyes. “Sorry, sorry-- eyes closed,” the young man ordered. “If you look, I’ll tell Hera.”

“What does that even mean?” Kanan demanded-- although it was a fairly compelling argument. Trying to shove the young man off of him, he said “Who are you? What are you doing?”

“Saving you, you dumb--”

The young man cleared his throat loudly, cutting off the woman. “We were sent here to save your life.”

“What?” Kanan’s jaw dropped, surprise flashing through him. “Wha-- no, I was supposed to die. It had to happen, to save Hera and Ezra and Sabine--”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, the woman said, “They’re FINE, trust me. Well, other than the fact they think you’re dead.”

The young man groaned. “Okay, you should probably stop talking now. I’ll handle this.”

“You’re not much more diplomatic than me!”

“Everyone’s more diplomatic than you, Depa.”

“Depa?” Kanan asked, a frown knitting his forehead.

He heard his two rescuers freeze, and a muttered curse. “Yeah,” the young man said cautiously. “That’s her name.”

“That was my master’s name,” Kanan said, his mind racing. There was no way that could be a coincidence. Sure, there were probably other people in the galaxy named Depa, but--

“You can probably stop sitting on him-- he’ll behave,” Depa said dryly. “Right, Jarrus? That means keep your eyes close, and NO PEEKING or I’ll punch you out.”

“You can’t punch him out,” the young man said with a sigh.

“Why, because he’s an old geezer? I’m not afraid to hit an old man.”

Kanan sensed the young man rolling his eyes. “He’s not even that old right now! Okay, I’m gonna let you up-- please keep your eyes closed.”

The young man scrambled off of him, and Kanan slowly rose to his feet, wincing. He’d been burned, he could feel that much-- his hands, the back of his neck and his face especially. But somehow, impossibly, he was alive.

“I-- thank you,” he said. “I don’t know how or why you saved me, but thank you.”

“Someone had to,” Depa said, her voice surprisingly sincere. “And Force knows you needed help.”

“True,” the young man agreed. “But we don’t have all day here-- we need to get you back.”

“Back?” Kanan asked.

“Back to Hera and everyone else,” the young man elaborated. “If you follow us, we can get you out of here and back to them. They should be expecting you. Hopefully. We’re pretty sure Ezra warned them.”

“Reassuring,” Kanan said, keeping his eyes shut. “Which way are we going? And where are we, exactly?”

“This way,” Depa said, giving his shoulder a slight nudge in the right direction. As Kanan started walking, she added, “And we’re in some dumb alternate dimension.”

“It’s a world between worlds,” the young man corrected from ahead of them. “And it was really hard to get here. You wouldn’t believe all the stuff we had to do to get here. But it led us to where you were, which makes it worth it.”

“Why?” Kanan asked, releasing the question he’d been turning over in his mind. “Why did you come to save me? Why you in particular?”

He heard the young man’s footsteps stutter, like he’d paused in his steps. “Oh. Um…”

“Subtle, Jacen,” Depa said sarcastically.

“Jacen?” Kanan felt a grin cross his face. “So that’s your name.”

Jacen let out a sigh. “Nice one, Depa. Look, D-- Kanan. You’re… really important. To a lot of people. And they couldn’t just lose you if there was something that could be done.”

“So we did it,” Depa said matter of factly. “As you do. Oh, we’re here! This is your stop.”

They came to a halt, and Kanan sensed… something. Like a light at the end of a hallway, beckoning him forward. “And this is where I’m supposed to go?” he said warily. “It’s safe?”

“Trust me,” Jacen said. “She’s on the other side. Hera is. Your family is waiting for you.”

Kanan nodded slowly, his mind spinning. Despite the obvious strangeness of this whole thing, the way it had caught him off guard, there were a few things that he had a strange feeling about. Like he was two steps away from putting something together, something incredibly important. “Wait-- before I go through there. Will I be able to see?”

“I-- oh. No,” Depa said, her voice soft, almost shaken. “You never could after Lothal. That was the last time.”

“Then I at least want to see the faces of the pair that saved my life,” Kanan said. “If you’re alright with it.”

“I’m not sure--” Jacen began.

“Oh, shut up and let him,” Depa said, her voice exasperated. “What’s the worst that could happen? Besides, I-- I want him to.”

There was a short pause, then Jacen sighed. “I know. Me, too. Okay, go ahead.”

Kanan’s eyes flicked open. He was in what looked like outer space-- pure black, only broken up by strange white lines outlining paths. And, every now and then, circular doorways. “Huh,” Kanan murmured, his gaze sweeping across the place. And then it landed on the duo standing in front of him, and his eyes widened in surprise.

They were both a couple years younger than him. Jacen was a tall young man, tan-skinned except where it was green, especially along his pointed ears. His long hair, tied back in a ponytail, and scruffy goatee were a deep shade of green, and his eyes were almost an almost disturbingly familiar shade of turquoise.

Depa was a young Twi’lek woman with green skin, pink patches here and there. Her eyes were brown, and widened slightly with shock as they met his. “He really does have your eyes,” she said, her voice stunned.

“Wow,” Kanan breathed, any doubt in his mind swept away. “Are-- are you two-- Wow. Words fail me.”

Depa let out a snort. “Same here. But about that haircut. Mom was right, it really is awful. Worse than the one Jacen gave himself when he was eleven. It was really bad, be glad you didn’t see it.”

Kanan chuckled, then glanced at Jacen. “I-- and you two came here to save me?”

Jacen shrugged. “We wouldn’t exist if we didn’t. Well, I would, but Depa wouldn’t, and that’s a downside. Kinda.”

Depa punched him in the arm, and Jacen let out a yelp, darting away from her as she took another swing at him, and Kanan could only shake his head because of what he was watching. “This is unbelievable.”

“I mean. Not that unbelievable,” Jacen pointed out, a smile crossing his face that Kanan had seen a thousand times in the seat next to his own.

“Wow. You look… just like your mom. Both of you.”

Jacen’s eyes went wide. “R-really? Um. Everyone says I look like… you.”

“That is Hera Syndulla’s smile right there,” Kanan said, and he knew it to his core. “Looks just like hers. But yeah, I can see our resemblance. Well. For now.”

The smile faded off of Jacen’s face, and he said in a low voice, “We can’t stay.”

Nodding, Kanan said, “I know. I should probably get going, too. Just--” he paused, looking at his children for the last time. “I’m proud of you two already.”

“That is so typical of you,” Depa said, rolling her eyes in a completely Hera movement. “Do you have any idea how many kids you’re gonna adopt? Hint-- it’s a lot.”

“No spoilers,” Jacen ordered. “We should go. But before we do--” he turned to Kanan. “When the time comes, tell Ezra that he doesn’t have to be you. He has to be him, and no one else.”

“Oh, and don’t worry,” Depa said breezily. “You’ll find him eventually.”

“Wait, what? What does that mean?” Kanan demanded.

“You’re about to find out,” Depa said with a wink, and that, Kanan knew, she’d gotten from him.

Leaning forward, Jacen said, “She’s your most infuriating child. Yes, more so than the Mandalorian.”

Kanan shook his head, grinning. “I can’t wait for you two to come along. I really can’t.”

Shrugging, Depa said, “You might not have to wait that long. Now get out of here, we’ve all got places to be.”

“Right.” Kanan turned towards the doorway, which was a blank white, and glanced back at his kids one more time. “May the Force be with you,” he told them.

“You always say that,” Jacen said with a slight grin. “See you soon, Dad.”

Kanan nodded, then stepped through the doorway.

Everything was dark as he stumbled out into what was some kind of clearing, or something. But he felt the sunlight on his face, and knew why it was. His eyesight was gone again, and he was okay with that.

A shriek cut through his thoughts, and he jerked his head up as someone shouted his name. “Kanan!”

It was Hera, her voice holding shock and joy and love, and Kanan heard her run towards him. But this time, he was running, too, and felt her slam into him. “You’re here,” she choked out, a sob shaking her body. “Ezra was right. I didn’t think--”

Kanan cut her off with a kiss, pulling her closer as she kissed him back. Breaking away from the kiss, he whispered, “I love you, too.”

Hera let out a shaky laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words, love.”

“I-- wait.” Kanan froze. “How long was I gone? How long since the fuel depot?” Panic raced through him.

“Only three months,” Hera assured him, clearly catching his fear. “You’ve missed a lot. There’s some things we should talk about.”

“I bet,” Kanan muttered. “Okay, let’s go talk.”

Hera stepped away from him, but caught hold of his hand so she could lead him. “Right this way, dear.”

Kanan relished the sound of her voice as he walked with her, willing to wait through whatever they had to talk about next.

Well. Almost willing. “There’s… one thing that I have to ask you,” he said. “There was this weird thing that happened while I was gone-- it’s a long story. But something that happened made me think-- it might be stupid, but I just need to ask--”

Cutting him off, Hera said, “Just ask, love.”

“Right.” Taking a quick breath, Kanan asked, “Are you… pregnant?”

He felt her stop in her tracks, shock radiating through her. “I--” Hera paused, then let out a sigh. “I was planning on telling you myself, you know. Not sure I should be thanking your Jedi instincts on this one. But… yes. I’m pregnant.”

Holy. Kriff. “I’m gonna be a dad,” Kanan whispered, the words surreal but beautiful. They were real. I actually saw my kids. Which means-- Jacen.

A smile slipping across his face, he bent down and kissed Hera again. He knew things had to have changed, and he had a lot to catch up on. But he was with the woman he loved, and he had a lifetime to look forward to. They could handle it together.

[emrysblu]

Wangxian Fic Recs

Hi! In the mo dao zushi/ untamed/ grandmaster of demonic cultivation there is one character I love above all! Yes, as you guessed from the picture, it is Lan Wangji/ Lan Zhan!

If you are a fan hoping to read more fics that is more LWJ centric (but in wangxian form) then you have come to the right place! I present  to you my fave fic recs! 

But there are fics here that might be more WWX centric but I love how LWJ is portrayed in these fics so I’m including those too either way. So here we go!

These fics are old ones. I’m starting with ten then I’m going to post more maybe tomorrow. Some of my absolute, super fave fics have not yet been written into this post so please look forward to those in the future!

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carefully adjusted are the rabbit nets by ectocosme

one-shot

(Let us start this list off with something adorable! LWJ and RABBITS who doesn’t love this combination? WWX is messing about with the rules as usual when he witnesses the cutest scene! The stoic LWJ is talking quietly with rabbits! Seeing the other’s fondness for the cute fluffy animals, WWX makes a plan that would maybe endear LWJ to him)

Six Centimeters by Keysmashed

two-shot

(All of WWX robes fit perfectly, ever wondered why? Perfectly fitting clothes is just another sign of our beloved hanguang-jun’s devotion. A domestic, fluffy fic that made my heart shiver in both sadness and fondness. A nice two shot to cleanse the soul.)

speaking with the speech of men by ectocosme

four chapters

(LWJ is confused by WWX’s actions. Is he teasing him or flirting with him? He can’t tell and he is afraid to get it wrong because he knows what heartbreak feels like. He goes out and seeks the advice of his brother and cousin. This is a really sweet four shot that features protective!wwx, supportive but protective!LXC and their OC cousin, and one ex-crush of LWJ who is a jerk and gets what’s coming to him- courtesy of the protective!WWX)

two guys r in love that’s literally it by victortor

one-shot

(A time travel fix it which features a confused LWJ who is fascinated with the prodigious Jiang sect senior disciple, WWX.  WWX flirts with him and sees right through him and LWJ can’t help but be drawn in by this mysterious disciple who seems to have been through so much despite being so young. A sweet, sad story with a happy ending)

Adventures in Solitude by etymologyplayground

one-shot

(I really love how etymologyplayground write Lan Wangji in his/her/their fics. He is a little sad and softer, it makes me want to wrap him up in a blanket and never let him go! This fic is set on episode 16 of the untamed. A what-if fic where Lan Zhan finds the Jiang trio mere moments after they escaped the siege of the YungmengJiang. LWJ is the best supportive and caring person ever, and the interactions between the wangxian couple will just melt your heart. I wish it really did happen this way, a short reprieve before the tragedies about to come. Mostly focused on the two’s relationship. Have a read! You wont regret it!)

Threaded Together Series by Aki_no_hikari

currently has three fics, ongoing

(Featuring our favorite wangxian couple and the legend of the red thread. These two adorable boys are connected by a red thread. Join these two in their adorable shennanigans, a shy LWJ and a mischievous WWX trying to get LWJ to kiss him. Kisses treated as bribery! So much fluff and sweetness, though warning for the third fic, there is angst. Overall absolutely lovely!)

Lan WangJi takes a sick day by firesonic152

one-shot

(Good sick and hurt Lan Wangji fics are like rare gems you did not expect to find. I have read lots of LWJ taking care of WWX but I would love it too of someone takes care of LWJ. In this WWX wakes up to LWJ on the ground unable to move because of how bad he was feeling. Cue WWX doing his best to look after his beloved husband and there is even a special appearance by the Lan juniors! Look forward to a domestic, fluffy one-shot with a sprinkle of hurt. Absolutely love love this. And i have reread it so many times!)

Gratitude by Suspicious_Popsicle

one-shot

(Appropriately titled. Gratitude is a sweet fic that features a strange creature WWX finds hopping about. LWJ won’t tell him what it is but that has never stopped our favorite gremlin before. What he finds is something unexpected and sad, however is grateful nevertheless for how things turned out. [I’m grateful too to the two mvps T.T you’ll find out what I mean if you read it] This features an injured LWJ and a bit of look into the past. Truly a wonderful fic!)

from such spring colors by wolframvonbielefeld (maknaeline)

one-shot

(This is a bit more WWX Wuxian centric but I just love jealous!WWX fics because there are too many jealous!LWJ ones hahaha. My reaction when I read this: I love them so much these two idiots *cries into a handkerchief* Just wow, a unique take on obliviousness, this fic is centered around the concept of the hahaki disease- is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers. Except in this fic, hahaki disease is a gift. It is sort of a fix it as well, where our second favorite couple yanli and zixuan are alive and the wens go on to live in Cloud Recesses. Features pining, misunderstandings, flowers, and a truly oblivious WWX. The last two scenes were the best part !!!)

When fish soar by mondengel

one-shot

(a short fluffy fic which is more on JC’s POV. I love how both WWX and LWJ are both mythical creatures trying to hide who they are but are sort of aware of each other’s existence. Sweet and fluffy and deep in my heart I wish this was long because I have so many questions but it good as it is too!)

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So we will end it like this for now, ten fic recs for the moment. I will have another ten up tomorrow! I have so many of them trust me xD These are old fics, because I started from the beginning but if you want I can start giving recs for more recent ones. So yeah, this is just the start! Tell me if you find these great and let me know what you think of them! Thank you!

[ijwrsmff]

Could I request the fluff alphabet for Kiibo? (Also your writing is really good! I loved your Shuichi alphabet post! 💕)

Thank you! I was nervous to post it because I’ve never written for Shuichi before (or Keebo) so I was worried it would be bad XD but I think it turned out okay! Hope you like this, and thank you for requesting! 

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

He likes to have downtime with you. Watching movies, getting fast food, etc. He also won’t turn down playing video games with you. His secret pleasure is open world adventure games! Play skyrim with him...just do it. 

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?) 

Keebo values open-mindedness. Not everyone would date a robot, so if you treated him like any other person it would melt his mechanical heart. Keebo doesn’t care about looks, you can be short, tall, long hair, short hair, he is a pansexual icon. 

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack/etc.?)

He would immediately google how to make someone feel better and do his best to help. He’s never had a panic attack before, and he hasn’t been depressed so he has no firsthand experience with dealing with someone who does have depressive episodes or panic attacks. He’ll whisper to you comforting words and tell you how much he loves you. To try and help you feel better, he’d give you 100 compliments and say all of the things he loves about you (it’s everything).

D-Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o?) 

He likes to think about his future with you, it brings him a lot of happiness. He wants a house, and wants you to stay in his future as long as possible. He’s extremely committed so once you’re with him he plans to do everything in his power to keep you in his life. He loves you, and he may not always be the best about showing it, but he’ll do his best to paint a picture of your futures together. Whatever you want in the future, he’ll make sure to achieve it for you. 

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in their relationship or are they more passive?)

Keebo is in the middle, not particularly dominant but not exactly submissive either. It depends on his mood, sometimes he likes to take the reins but other times he’d prefer if you took control. 

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?) 

He would be quick to forgive you for any fights you do get in. But he hates conflict, so fights are few and far between. He’d rather you talk out your differences and try not to get angry over things you do or say. 

G-Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?) 

At first, he doesn’t really understand relationships. But you showed him a whole new world, and for that he’s eternally grateful. He may ask questions about what he should or shouldn’t do, and he always respects your boundaries. He shows his gratitude through words, since he’s not the biggest on physical contact. 

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?) 

Keebo is an open book when it comes to you. He’ll tell you anything and everything, ranging from what he did that day to his deepest thoughts. He wants a partner who can tell him everything just like he tells you, and he believes honesty is one of the most important qualities there is. 

I-Inspiration (Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?) 

You changed him on every level, because of you he’s more understanding about the world. You showed him what love is, and opened up endless possibilities for the future. 

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?) 

He won’t admit it, but he can get pretty jealous. He doesn’t express it much, but you’ll know he’s jealous if he gives you more physical contact than usual. He’ll hold you hand and take you away from situations he thinks could be dangerous. (And in his mind talking to strangers can be dangerous, you never know what they do in their spare time or if they have the intent to hurt you.) 

K-Kiss (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?) 

He may not be the best kisser, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. Your first kiss he was red as can be, but he had the desire to try it. He’d never kissed anyone before you, so he doesn’t have much experience. But once the first kiss is over the second...and third...and tenth kiss followed soon after. In a way, he becomes addicted to it. He kisses you every chance he gets. 

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

Chances are, you would have to be friends before he asked you out. He needs a solid foundation before jumping into the deep end. He’d watched a hundred youtube videos of the best way to ask someone out and apply them when he does ask you out. He was nervous, because he’d heard of the “friendzone” and didn’t want to ruin your friendship. But he would work up the courage to ask you out over time. He was very nervous...but when you said yes? It’s the happiest he’s been in his life. 

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?) 

Keebo desperately wants to get married, but he’ll wait until you both feel ready to do so. He doesn’t want to rush it, and relishes in the time he gets to spend with you. Once you're married, he becomes a lot more physically affectionate. And he will cuddle with you for hours whispering “mine” to you with a huge smile on his face. 

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?) 

He isn’t big on nicknames, so hearing them is rare. But occasionally he’ll call you love. He prefers your name though, and uses it often. He thinks names are special, and he absolutely loves to say your name. 

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

When he’s in love it’s extremely obvious. Mostly because he won’t let go of your hand. You’re attached near constantly. He never thought he would like physical affection, but once he’s in love he can’t get enough of it. 

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?) 

He won’t be big on PDA at first, but once you’re in love it’s near constant. He’s always holding your hand, and if he thinks someone is looking at you he may get jealous and kiss you in front of them. Just to let them know you’re taken. 

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship?) 

His enthusiasm makes the relationship stay interesting. He’s willing to try anything for you, be it a new food place or something more romantic. He’s new to relationships, but he always seems enthusiastic to try something new. Especially if he knows you really like it. 

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliche or rather creative?) 

He’d do anything...anything to make you happy. He can be pretty cliche, romantic candlelit dinners or walks on the beach, but if it makes you happy he’d do it over and over again. His happiness is secondary to yours in his eyes. So even if you try something he doesn’t like he’d do it again as long as you were happy. 

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?) 

He has all the faith in the world for you. Whatever you decided you wanted to do with your life he’s your number 1 fan. He’ll help you whenever you need it, and wants nothing more than to see you achieve your dreams. 

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice up their relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?) 

Again...he’s trying anything for you. He doesn’t care if you stay safe and enjoy the simple pleasures, but if you want to try something new he’s always open to it. 

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?) 

He makes it his goal to learn everything about you. He loves you, and wants to know everything there is to know. 

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What’s it worth in comparison to other things in their life?) 

Your love means the world to him. You become his priority rather quickly, and once you’re in love there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do so you stay with him. If you broke up with him...his world would shatter. He places you as his number 1 priority. 

W-Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon)

Hand holding is his favorite thing in the world. At first he was reluctant, and couldn’t see what all the hype was about, but after he tried it he was hooked. He loves that he can show you he cares by doing something as simple as holding hands. 

X-Xoxo (are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

In public he keeps it simple, hand holding here and a few kisses there, but as soon as you’re in private he loves to give you more intimate kisses and is always ready to cuddle. Big spoon, little spoon, one on top of the other, he doesn’t care. He just wants contact. 

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?) 

When he misses you he calls you...a lot. He just needs to hear your voice. It soothes him in a way. For him-leave him voicemails (on the rare occasion he doesn’t answer) and he’ll go back and listen to them when he misses you. 

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for their relationship? If so, what kind of?) 

He’d move mountains for you, if you need anything just ask him and he’ll provide it for you. You’re hungry? He’s already ordered you food. Your back hurts? He’s ready to give you a massage. You want to cuddle? He’s on it. Anything for you. 

[momoshin]

Ryujin fluffy alphebet a-z 🥺🥺

A = Activities (What do they like to do with you? How do you spend your free time together?)

PICNICS! making your own food (or buying it sometimes) and setting a blanket in the middle of a nice park where kids and dogs could be easily spotted. she’ll ask you to read poetry to her, play her guitar for you, you’ll sing together, just two fools in love. also, scrapbooking! it’s something you both discovered you liked doing together very early on in your relationship.

B = Beauty (What do they admire about you? What do they think is your most beautiful feature?)

loves your lips, eyes and waist. she loves kissing you, but just looking at your lips makes her heart race, same with your eyes, she could keep eye contact with you forever, she just loves everything about them. and your waist is her hand’s favorite place, whether you’re sitting or standing, one if not both of her hands will always be on your waist.

C = Comfort (How would they help you when you feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

ryujin won’t bother to pull you aside, she doesn’t care if there’s anyone around, she will stop what she’s doing once she sees any signs of you struggling and asks if you need a breather or if she can help in any way, if you say no, she will stay by your side and let her hands run up and down your back to help you calm down, will hug you if you let her and tuck her chin on top of your head while humming melodies to you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

she’s so selfless, even with dates she’s always making sure you’re comfortable with wherever and whatever you’re doing, hands always entangled and she’s always willing to pay for whatever you want

E = Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

dominant for sure, whether it’d be in bed or not

F = Fights (Would they forgive you easily? What are they like while fighting with you?)

she would hate fighting, the possibility of upsetting you to the point where you’d rather sleep on the couch than with her terrifies her, and as soon as you grab your pillow and a blanket, she grabs your wrist and tries to convince you to stay with her, puppy eyes full of apologies that her words couldnt quite express

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what you are doing for them?)

SO grateful, ryujin is generally grateful for her life, where she is and such, but she always thanks you for doing small things for her, making her breakfast, anything really.

H = Hugs (What is their favorite way to hug and cuddle you?)

she personally loves when you casually come up to her and without interrupting her conversation, press up against her and wrap her arms around your shoulders yourself.

I = Inspiration (Did you change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

ryujin definitely holds less grudges ever since she met you, she doesn’t feel the need to see the people who have made her suffer, suffer, she doesn’t feel the need to prove herself to anyone, doesn’t listen to mean comments or people who just want to bring her down.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

mm depends ? she trusts you more than anyone, and she trusts both your friends, so when she gets jealous its more of a “why the fuck is that guy looking at my girlfriend like he wants to eat her” kind of thing, it usually involves someone she’s never seen before, and it leads to her walking over to the two of you and not so subtly placing a hand on your waist, calling you all sorts of nicknames while glaring at them

K = Kisses (Who initiated the first kiss? What kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

she initiated the first kiss! she’ll peck your lips so many times in the day but as soon as she has the chance she will pull you to the side and get her well earned dose of kisses. her kisses usually range from short, repeated pecks, they are goofy at times, sensual even, and she finds herself biting your lip gently every once in a while

L = Love Confession (How would they confess to you?)

in bed, the two of you looking at each other silently and then she just says all these things that sounds like she’s proposing because it’s so detailed and you can tell she loves you so much it’s quite inevitable for you to cry or get teary eyed as she talks about everything she loves about how and how good you make her feel

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would your marriage be like?)

Yes but not yet, she would probably propose at a meaningful place for your relationship, and i have this vivid image of her wearing a bodysuit like the one for the gda’s last year for her wedding, she’d let you make the important decisions but would be completely involved whenever you asked for her opinion and would try to help as much as she could so it didn’t all pile up for you.

as for marriage, i think the dynamic would fit you both perfectly, the shiny bands on your hands, loves the way ‘my wife’ slips off her tongue as she introduces you to someone, or whenever someone asks you about each other and uses the ‘your wife’ it just gives you both butterflies all over again.

N = Nicknames (What do they call you?)

baby, angel, my love, short versions of your name sometimes!

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

everyone can notice, it’s like an aura she carries around and she’s instantly bubblier, in situations that maybe would’ve gotten a rise out of her she’s more patient, she’ll be nicer to her members and such,, she makes sure to text you good morning and good night, throughout the day, that she misses you, that she loves you, sends you small details when she can’t make it to deliver them personally, just always reminding you of her appreciation, besides, she never shuts up about you, her members claim are sick and tired of hearing ‘y/n this, y/n that’ but in reality, they love seeing ryujin so happy and loved.

P = Parent (What kind of parent would they be?)

idk if i can see ryujin with kids, but in the chance you do have any, she would be such a cool mom, taking them to her studio just so they could hop around to music while she choreographed something, maybe she has a room for them to play and nap if necessary too, and if you have a boy, she would be his hero literally, he’ll always want to be like her and copy her every move.

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship or a cute quirk they have that many don’t know about)

she’s such a good cuddler/can make people fall asleep so easily, the way she expertly runs her hands through your hair or back lulls you into a deep slumber almost instantly, the kisses she presses on your nose and forehead only helping the matter

R = Romantic (How romantic are they? What would they do to make you happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

ryujin is so romantic in general, she just loves to express how much she loves you and cares for you in more ways than just saying it. and the long-lasting smile on your lips when she susprises you is so worth it too, it can range from bringing home a dish of chocolate covered strawberries to setting up a bath with rose petals and candles, to just taking a drive around the city to a pretty place she heard about, talking softly about everything and nothing

S = Secrets (Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

you pretty much share anything, honesty is very important for her and your relationship. plus she enjoys telling you even about the smallest details of her day

T = Thrill (Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

she doesn’t need to, ryujin is perfectly happy with your dynamic and so are you, but whenever the topic comes up she’s not opposed!

U = Unbearable (What habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable)

EATING IN BED. i know y’all have seen that livestream of her eating tangerines in bed, sticky, juicy tangerines. so whenever she brings a snack or anything to eat to bed she’s expecting your side eye to what she responds promising to not make a mess and to clean it if she does.

and her, she hates your incredibly weird eating combinations, the fact that you will offer some to her to try too, she finds herself gagging just at the sight or smell and threatening to break up with you for laughing.

V = Videos (Do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

of course she does, like i said, the two of you enjoy scrapbooking, that means making your own scrapbook with your own photos taken by each other or strangers you asked on the street, writing down funny highlights of your dates to remember whenever you go through it. also, she has you as her background, it’s a funny yet endearing sight to see her flaunting the front of her phone to everyone so they would catch a glimpse of you as her wallpaper.

W = Wedding (What is your wedding like?)

so much fun, lots of dancing, kissing, and teasing, specially when it’s time to take your garter off ;)). but the most endearing moment is cutting the cake, it’s funny, nerve-wracking because everyone is looking at you, yet a beautiful memory you’ll hold on to forever as long as the photos capturing the moment.

X = eXtra (What is an interesting fact about them that they’ve only told you?)

maybe that she wants to have a farm at some point in her life

Y = Yearning (How do they cope when they’re missing you?)

she’ll call you, of course, talk to you, but ever since you made her a playlist, songs that reminded you of her, of the two of you, whenever she’s missing you she will listen to it, even if she knows the song letter by letter she will listen to all of them until the pain in her chest dissolves into something lighter. even when she’s sad and with you, she’ll play the songs and lay in your arms, sometimes crying with the soft murmur of your singing in her ear.

Z = ZZZ (What is it like sleeping with them? Do they like to cuddle or do they need space?)

i don’t think she moves at all lmao, like you will find every hair and muscle just the way you last saw it before closing your eyes, most of the time she likes cuddling, i feel like she is a bigger spoon type of person, but she will hide her face in your chest every once in a while to be able to go to sleep.