#she will not be satisfied until she sees the fell children eat

[iturbide]

Okay, I am VERY late to the party, BUT-

I just have the mental image of the court changing Sombron’s title from ‘THE Fell Dragon’ to ‘A Fell Dragon.’ I can only imagine the disaster that comes from it-

(And Lumeria probably gets main custody of the kids, considering everything. With the promise that others from the crèche will check in on things, of course. Can’t let anything bad happen to them. The kids get several doting uncles and aunts.)

NO SUCH THING AS LATE TO THE PARTY FOR YOU FRIEND

but you know Grima would maybe not be happy with the court's ruling there, but Robin would at least talk them into agreeing to it, because it means that Grima remains The Fell Dragon while Sombron is just. Some random loser titleless dragon whose species happens to be Fell Dragon, like how Tiki and Fae are both considered Divine Dragons by species (and hey, even Naga's not The Divine Dragon, she's their Ruler, a fact which would go a long way toward mollifying Grima).

Sombron is Less than Pleased with this, I'm sure.

(Also Grima 100% ensures that primary custody goes to Lumera because she's from the same world as the Fell Children and it just makes things easier on them, which is Important. The rest of the creche, guardians and kids alike, will be making visits. There will be presents. There is no escape.)

[beensbaee]

𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

summary; neteyam has always avoided y/n due to the fact that he cannot trust himself around her - but what happens when he is tasked to teach her?

pairing; neteyam!teacher x y/n

word count; 3.5k

HER BEWITCHING BOY

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It was no surprise Y/n and Lo'ak were such good friends. Both of them had the same wild nature that always got them into trouble - and a distinctive laughter that caught everyone's attention.

Unlike Lo'ak, she was the tiniest bit more responsible. She was also more immersed in the clan too - often spending her free time playing with the younger children and asking the elders all sorts of questions - even finding new paths in the forest with Kiri to travel on.

Her relationship with little Tuktirey was just as sweet. She'd often find all sorts of ways to have the girl giggling and smiling, whether it was by making faces or telling her stories so silly that Tuk couldn't even contain her amusement.

There was just one Sully kid she wasn't close with. Neteyam was a year older than her - and he'd always kept his distance from Y/n.

She was not blind. She'd see how he'd be sitting comfortably with his family until Y/n would come. Even Jake had seen the way the boy's smile would falter as he would suddenly begin looking anywhere that wasn't towards her - giving her a curt greeting before excusing himself and leaving.

She'd try not to look hurt - but everyone saw how her ears fell in embarrassment at his behavior towards her. Lo'ak would brush it off, telling her to ignore him. Kiri herself would be confused but would always choose not to say anything as she took it upon herself to make the girl feel more welcomed and forget about her eldest brother's reaction.

Neteyam always seemed conflicted when his parents would bring up his apparent dislike for her - sometimes claiming he didn't notice he was treating her differently, and other times remaining silent when questioned why he treated her like she was something to avoid completely.

The truth was that he himself did not know either.

Well he knew, but refused to accept the fact.

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Y/n was shuddering, Lo'ak howling with laughter as Kiri rubbed her arm soothingly

"It is ok, Y/n. Not everyone is perfect at aiming." Kiri said as a way to comfort the girl, discreetly kicking Lo'ak's leg and giving him a look that quickly stopped his laughter

"Eywa, I could have killed him." She groaned, hiding her face with her hands as Kiri looked at her with a frown

"But you didn't!" Lo'ak chirped up as Y/n sighed, slinging off the bow that had been on her back and holding the wood firmly in her hands

"As if he didn't already hate me enough." She mumbled, Lo'ak finally turning towards her with concern

"He doesn't hate you, Y/n. He's just... dumb?" He tried, but Y/n only sent him a sad smile

"He's a hundred times smarter than you!" She laughed, Lo'ak rolled his eyes as Kiri joined in with her own grin

"Come on, it is time to eat." Kiri said as the three teens made their way to the central part of the village where the clan gathered to eat meals together

After fighting over who sat next to whom, the lineup consisted of Kiri, Y/n, and Lo'ak in a row - everyone satisfied with the seating arrangement as they conversed amongst themselves. Jake and Neytiri sat a few rows down from them - and Y/n's eyes caught the familiar muscled back of Neteyam Sully as he sat down next to his parents and grandmother.

She winced, heart burning with shame as she looked at his bandaged leg. The same leg she had accidentally hit when wielding a bow.

Jake had insisted she'd be fine hours earlier when she refused to hunt with the weapon, handing her the bow and arrow and giving her a simple target  to practice her aim with while the hunting party was taking a break.

She'd usually hunted with a simple knife, expertly too. She'd excelled at many things - but her skills with a bow was not one of them

She'd fired it, her arm shaking with fear as her hand slipped. The arrow didn't stay true to its path at all and flew completely out of her sight. Moments after firing, they heard a sharp yell - Jake only turned towards her in disbelief with his mouth hanging open. Never had she seen her clan leader in such denial.

Her embarrassment was incomparable as she and Jake ran in the direction of the yell, only to find Neteyam kneeling over in pain as he held the gash on his leg with his hands, blood running over his fingers as he applied pressure to the wound.

Thank the Great Mother the arrow merely grazed him. Y/n had been brought to near tears as she apologized profusely for her actions. Neteyam merely bowed his head, mumbling that he was fine and clearly embarrassed himself by the situation as Jake quickly patched up the boy with his on the go medical kit.

He got up the second he was patched, insisting he was fine and leaving as Y/n finally gathered the courage to approach him

"Neteyam, Neteyam wait!" She pleaded, her voice desperate as he visibly froze in his path, slowly turning around to meet her eyes

"I know we are not friends - but please understand, I had no intention of hurting you. I am so sorry." She said, her voice was strained as she spoke, eyes pained as she struggled to convey her true guilt.

He remained silent, looking at her so intensely that she felt her back straightening subconsciously. He parted his lips as if to say something, mouth moving as he struggled to find the words before clamping it shut and shaking his head

"It is fine, Y/n. I am fine, please do not worry about me." He finally said, his voice foreign and eyes hard before he turned away from her, his muscles tense as he walked away.

She wanted to cry in that moment, her eyes stinging with shame as she turned away, unable to understand the clear aversion the Sully boy had for her.

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Neteyam ate his food silently, occasionally cracking a smile at his fathers ridiculous jokes.

He couldn't stop himself from looking back to Lo'ak and Kiri, but his eyes didn't stay on them. They moved to the girl between the two.

The familiar feeling of his heart thundering in his chest returned as he looked away once again, closing his eyes while he struggled to keep himself from marching over to the trio and pulling her away.

He hated Y/n. He hated her so much sometimes.

He hated how he was reminded of her everywhere he turned. He hated how she'd braid flowers into her hair and how her clothes were always so out of place from the familiar brown and greens the clan wore - her pink and purple accessories only pulling his eyes towards her even more.

He hated how he couldn't control his heart around her. Never had he felt so out of control. He hated how easily she'd be able to have him do anything if she just asked, her voice a melody he'd listen to from afar - something similar to a drug. Something he desired so much but refused to have - the fear of addiction holding him back.

He'd promised himself it was just a small crush when he'd first seen her vibrant smile. 

He told himself anyone would have fallen in love with the way she so selflessly loved. 

He had to force himself to look away from her when she was doing simple tasks - eating, weaving baskets - even just praying - he'd find her eyes closed and content as her face was composed with eternal peace he wished to find.

He'd told himself to stay away from her completely because she wasn't someone he could trust himself to be around. The feeling of simply not understanding what he felt was what scared him so much. But her beauty - one that had his knees so weak he had to look away just to stand without faltering, was what terrified him the most.

Her beauty wasn't something unknown - she was the most enchanting na'vi in the clan through his eyes. Her delicate cheeks and round eyes with fluttering lashes had him in awe at times. But, as he watched another boy approach her as she ate - her curious eyes meeting him as he quickly struck up a conversation with the trio had him blinking rapidly.

He was seemingly talking to all three, but Neteyam did not miss the way the mystery boy's eyes would trail back to Y/n to seemingly try and catch a glimpse of her.

He clenched his jaw, looking down at the food in front of him with furrowed brows. Suddenly, he wasn't so hungry anymore.

He couldn't even be mad. He had no say over who spoke to her - and this wasn't the first time.

He'd seen numerous boys approach her before, and every time, he'd be watching the interaction from afar. Fuming with a clenched jaw as he struggled to kill the jealousy that was running through him like a storm.

The only thing that prevented him from intervening was Y/n's gently but sad smile as she rejected Every. Single. One. Nothing was more satisfying than watching her shake her head - indicating a polite no from her that had each boy walking away with slumped shoulders.

As if Y/n had felt his burning gaze, she lifted her head to look directly at him.

Her eyes - they had him swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked right back at her, refusing to break eye contact. 

She blinked rapidly as she stared back, her gaze struggling to hold the intensity in his eyes as she finally looked away.

He left dinner right after it ended, returning to his hammock with a pounding headache as he struggled to sort his thoughts.

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"Neteyam."

He slowly opened his eyes to find his mother standing over him, her eyes concerned as Neteyam quickly sat up with his brows pulled together in concern

"Is something wrong, Mother?" He asked quickly, his voice tired as she frowned

"Yes. You went to bed so early. Are you feeling ok?" She asked gently as Neteyam automatically nodded his head

"Mother - I am fine." He said, but his voice wasn't convincing enough to her. Just as she was about to say something, Jake walked towards them with hurried steps once he heard their voices

"You awake, boy?" He asked, moving to stand next to Neytiri as Neteyam nodded his head, his annoyance present in his sigh

"Why is everyone asking if I am ok?" He questioned as Jake and Neytiri looked at each other - their eyes obviously having some sort of an exchange he was not apart of

"You seem distracted lately." Was what Jake settled on as Neteyam remained silent

Quickly, Jake's eyes lit up as if he thought of something. He turned to Neytiri with a glint in his eyes that had her look at him expectedly

"Now, I need a favor from you. Think you can do it?" Jake asked, his voice firm as Neteyam nodded his head

"Of course. What do you need?" He answered dutifully, his mind still hazy from being awoken from his slumber

"I need you to teach Y/n how to wield a bow and fire an arrow."

Jake didn't miss the way Neteyam nearly flinched at his words, his eyes widening the slightest bit as well. But, he remained still and silent and gave them no further insight as to how he felt by the request 

Neytiri watched him carefully as Neteyam finally nodded his head, his knuckles pale from gripping the sides of his hammock so hard as his lips were set in a firm line.

"Yes sir."

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Y/n shuffled her feet as she watched Neteyam secure the last few necessary things they needed for the next few hours they were spending in the forest together inside of his bag.

His hands moved so gracefully - Y/n couldn't help but watch him as he placed one last arrow on his back, turning to her and gesturing his head towards the exit of the tent and towards the forest.

"Come on Y/n." He said, turning his back towards her as he led her into the forest, a clear destination in his mind as she recognized a few trees with markings on them with the path he was leading her on - clearly targets previous na'vi had used to practice with their bows and arrows on.

She felt her cheeks heat up as she realized the fact that these targets were probably made for children to practice their skills on.

Hunting with a bow and arrow wasn't required - and Y/n knew from the start she wasn't very good with one, so she didn't bother ever picking up one. But now, it seemed she'd have to learn how to master it, one way or another.

She turned to Neteyam, her voice quieter than usual as she spoke her true thoughts

"Do you think I am capable of even learning how to use a bow this late? Especially after..." She asked, her embarrassment evident in her voice as he turned to her with the same intense gaze she was used to seeing in his eyes whenever he looked at her.

"Well, of course you are. Mistakes happen." He said, silence following after his words as he saw the hesitation in her eyes - maybe it was his words, or maybe it was the fact that they'd never been alone together - and that he'd never really even spoken this much to her.

Finally, he smiled. It was such a small movement on his face, but she'd seen how his eyes had softened as the smallest of smile lines appeared. It was a change.

"Come here."

She obliged without hesitation, standing next to him only seconds later as he handed her his bow and an arrow. She grabbed his bow with careful hands, her fingers running over the intricately beautiful engravings in the wood as she admired it.

He was watching her, his gaze unwavering as he saw the small twitch of her lips as they formed a smile. She didn't notice his gaze - too focused on the bow, and he took the opportunity to look at her up close.

He'd never allowed himself to be this close to her - after the last time there had been such little distance between them her intoxicating scent had been the thing to keep him up for hours. But now, he closed his eyes and could only inhale it - his tail flicking as his senses recognized the sweet smell

"Hold it like this." He instructed

He didn't even recognize his own voice - it came out much rougher than he intended it to, but he forced himself to focus on the way her hands held his bow - searching for any mistakes with the way she was positioned that might be why she was having trouble firing an arrow.

His fingers mistakingly brushed over hers - and he felt himself letting out a breath to steady himself and calm his heart - it seemed like Y/n had also been thrown off by the small touch between them as she quickly blinked while staring at their hands.

Neteyam finally realized her mistake as he noticed the way her fingers went straight over the wood she was holding when they should have curved over the slanted piece.

He didn't trust himself to say anything without his voice giving away exactly how he felt, so he wordlessly moved her fingers - cupping his hand over hers and moving it into position and nodding his head

She met his eyes once he gave her the cue to fire her arrow, and she unleashed it - the strong string snapping it forward with impeccable speed as it hit the target right in its center

She looked at the target in disbelief as she let out a victory war cry one would use in battle - startling Neteyam instantly as she clapped her hands in pure excitement

"I got it! Neteyam I got it!" She exclaimed, her eyes shining with so much appreciation that she leaped towards the boy and tackled him with a hug

He only yelped as he fell backward and onto the grass, her body on top of his as she hugged him tightly - laughter spilling out of her as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her - before tightening them and reciprocating her ecstatic embrace

They stayed like this for a few moments - both of them holding each other so close that every single previous cold and awkward encounter of the two of them before faded away - the two so lost in the moment as they laughed

Finally, she pulled away - her eyes still crinkled with joy as Neteyam felt himself quieting once again as he stared at her. But this time, it was not with the usual emotionless stare - but with a gaze so open and with no facade, she too quieted as she felt the atmosphere change.

Finally he looked away, unable to look at Y/n any longer as he began speaking

"I am sorry for how I have treated you in the past. I... it was shameful." He finally spoke, words Y/n had been wanting to hear for so long - she didn't even believe he'd said them

She knew he had one of the biggest hearts ever - the snippets she'd catch of him with his siblings had confirmed that. She knew there was a reason he typically avoided her - and she had a very good feeling she was about to find out what it was.

"It is ok." She said, the sweetest smile on her face as Neteyam felt his heart crack at the sight

All the times he'd been so awful, so cold and distant - she'd forgiven. Because she had a heart of gold - something Neteyam felt he didn't deserve. Something he thought he wasn't worthy of.

"Y/n..." He struggled to finish the sentence as he stared at her lips, parted and simply begging for him - the urge to press his lips against hers was overwhelming

"Y/n, I do not deserve someone like you. I could not look you in the eyes - or speak to you all this time because of how I felt. I feel so much for you - it is like my heart is set on fire when I look at you sevin -"

The word had slipped from his lips - but she'd heard it.

Sevin. Pretty

She felt her heart flutter as she heard his words. He thought she was pretty.

He smiled at her reaction before shaking his head and reaching for her hands hesitantly. She reached forward slowly, lacing their fingers together with sparkling eyes as he cracked a grin

He knew she felt something for him too - because of the numerous boys that had pursued her, she never held their hands the way she was holding his - nor did she stare at them with eyes so round and filled with such a tender kindness as she did with him.

She leaned forward, gently brushing her lips against his to see his reaction. But he merely pulled her back in - his mouth enveloping hers as he moved his arms around her.

He kissed away all her confusion that night, spending the hours meant for her training with her hands in his hair and his face pressed against hers.

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six full moons later ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

It was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

The tense Neteyam who'd always been frowning was replaced by one who couldn't stop smiling. He was the one who'd be more eager for Y/n to come over then his own siblings, the one who made Lo'ak gag dramatically whenever he and Y/n did anything even remotely romantic - the one who looked forward to seeing her the most.

In the beginning he wouldn't even stand next to her - and now, he refused to be separated from her.

They'd sneak out at night to gaze at the stars - a favorite pastime of theirs now as Y/n would lay her head on his chest and tell Neteyam anything and everything that came to her mind. Neteyam would do the same - saying things that would have Y/n giggling as she nuzzled her nose against his skin

"Tomorrow, you and I will have a date night." Neteyam said proudly, Y/n tilting her head up and towards with a smile 

"What is a date night?" She asked, her hands mindlessly playing with his fingers as Neteyam grinned

"My parents have date nights all the time - they go out to have their own private time, away from everyone else. You and I could pick all sorts of fruits to snack on - climb all sorts of trees with no one to tell us what to do." He said, voice gentle with his lips set into a soft smile

She smiled, gently moving her hand to his face as she traced over his freckles that glowed in the moonlight. He looked radiant in the day - but at night, he was bewitching. There was a certain thing about him and the night that comforted her more than anything else in the world

"Well then, we should have date night every night." She insisted as he laughed, the sound a melody to her ears as she merely smiled against him - the stars shining above the two for every date night they would spend together.

i just want to tag @erenjaegerwifee for the request/idea! thank u boo for the inspo i hope you like it 🥺 took me a couple THOUSAND words to reach the part where he teaches her & they confess but i got there! 😅🤍

[howlingday]

Can we happen to see more of that SilentKnight bit with them in the Ever After? I'd love to dive down into that rabbit hole and see how the rest of the cast take the new discovery that is Jaune, Neo, and...whatever the deal is with CC.

PS: Hope your day is going well and I continue to look forward to your works.

First

I've been better, but I just gotta keep trucking along. Anywho, here's part two.

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"So... You and Neo, huh?" Blake said, ending an especially long silence held between the adults. Meanwhile, the children helped their mother with the chores outside, moving from laundry to preparing dinner. "How exactly did that happen?"

"It's kind of a weird story." Jaune said, scratching the back of his head. "First day I dropped in here, I aged about twenty or so years, and the week after, I'm saving a little girl and helping her get back to Remnant."

"A little girl?" Weiss thought for a moment. "You mean Alyx?"

Jaune gave a nod. The Rusted Knight, a hero of many a fairy tale, sat across from the team, with their former mortal enemy leaning onto him, the two looking like an aged married couple. To his credit, though, it was mostly the magic of this world that had done that to him. He took a drink from his tea, giving a satisfied sigh.

"Yup." He glanced past them to a figure in the doorway. "She almost died to because of a certain someone."

"I said I was sorry." The entity said with a purr. "What more could I say?"

"And you banged the Curious Cat." Yang gave a chuckle. "Guess that's out of the bag now, too, isn't it?"

"Har dee har har, Yang." Jaune said, clearly unamused. "Then I ran into Neo down here, and we just... kept fighting each other, every chance we got until..." Neo rubbed a hand over her swollen belly. "We stopped."

"So, what now?" Ruby asked.

"Well, I'm thinking we'll have dinner and then I'll take you up to the tree tomorrow morning after a good night rest."

"And then what?" Ruby asked. "Are you going to leave for Remnant with us, or are you going to stay here with... her." Neo gave a glare back at Ruby.

"I know there's a lot of tension between you two, but we should work together, don't you think?" Jaune asked, unnerved by the building tension.

"Why?" Ruby nearly barked. "Do you know how much pain she's caused us, or were you too busy thinking with your di-"

"DINNER~!" The girls called with glee.

"Well, I think we should all eat." Jaune stood up, turning to help his wife to her feet. He then looked to his guests with a smile on his face. "We'd be delighted for you to join us." His smile fell a little as he looked at Ruby directly. "And we can talk about this later."

[chicxibalba]

cool four knights of gwyn headcanons

the age of fire lasted for thousands of years. kingdoms rose and fell, people lived and died. the only constants were the lords, anor londo itself, and ultimately, each other.

the dragonslayer, ever the busybody, took great pride on his cooking. what began as a necessity for survival turned into a genuine passion. you will never see him with a smile, but you will see one close enough when he's taking care of you with a hot meal.

the hawkeye is almost totally singular in his kind. born from the archtrees themselves far to the north, he was always compelled to wear a mask of some kind. his faceless visage was unsightly and unsettling to newcomers, even in spite of his good heart.

the lord's blade was never quite normal, or not as normal as she wished she were. she is a habitual liar, seeding falsehoods on reflex. it's easier to dress up the truth, to sweeten it, to just not be yourself. she wishes she could be honest with those close to her. it's safer for them is she's not.

the humble knight, a medial born among mortals, was born well after the dragon wars. his colleagues would never let him forget this, even when he went on to slay dragons of his own. the knight would never feel completely appreciated in his time, at least, not until the Abyss began to eat him alive.

the dragon slayer lived to serve. he served the Firstborn, he served his Lord, he served his compatriots. he and the lord's blade had known each other for a long time, since before they were even knighted. they served together in the war, became intimate. he feels the worst about how he was unable to prevent what she's become.

the hawkeye never understood romance so well. call it a cultural dissonance, or something else, but the drive isn't there. he has those who his is close with, though, from the blacksmith to his fellow knights. he is happy to let one rest with him, lay on him, tell him about their day. he never touched them back, not with his giant hands. not unless they ask.

the lord's blade is well acquainted with pain. she was born into it, living by it, in the form of a thousand cuts, burns, tears. her skin is painted in them. pain is satisfying, pain is cathartic, pain is pleasure. pain means that she is doing well. one day it will conquer her, but until then her every ache is a badge of honor.

the knight had always found himself the subject of the attentions of the other three. how couldn't he be? he'd always had a certain heart about him that simmered their suspicion and distance into true appreciation, brought them closer to him and to each other. his jokes, his wisdom, his love. the world was lighter with him.

the dragonslayer has family out there--sisters, nephews, nieces. he isn't acquainted with any of them anymore, and lost track of them quite a while ago. some intermarried with humans, gave birth to children with stunted mortalities. he himself always wondered if he could be a father, and raise a child better than his own had. his vows forbid it, but if things were different, together with his companions...

the hawkeye was fascinated by faces. lordranian giants had faces: humans had faces; gods had faces. they had eyes, noses, mouths. they blinked, smiled, growled, flushed red, drained pale. there was a little envy there, in how the dragonslayer might kiss his hand, or the lord's blade might share with him a truly rare smile. in how the dear knight might share a cup of tea with him, and describe its flavor. the faces he wishes he could share back, he whittles into wood.

the lord's blade wants to give back. these people in her life, these rocks of hers among a morbid blur, are all she has. she doesn't know how to. she doesn't even know where to begin. she has to be invited into love, into intimacy, and gradually warmed to it, before she even thinks herself worthy of it. in the end, she barely makes it. it's worth it all the same.

the knight hid when he first began to fall sick. he hidea his cold shivers, his inky-black coughs, his violent panic attacks. he catches himself in the mirror one morning. he's pale, utterly ashen, out of breath from the lightest exertion. his hand lays over his heart--it's racing. that sullen green ring hugs his finger, the symbol of his covenant with the Serpent. they can't know what he's done. they can't know what he's sacrificed to do the good he's always wished to do. they can never know what New Londo took from him the night it fell, and what he took from it in turn. they would despise him. hate him. throw him out. and then, just like in the beginning, he would be nothing.

[keithisbae1]

You Won't Remember Me - Part 2

CW: Angst!!

For as long as she could remember Sarada had no memory of her mother, her Papa always talked about her with great pride and love. She loved hearing stories about her, about them. Even when she found out that Mama was a human, Sarada asked and questioned Sasuke on how that was possible because everyone knew that humans and vampires were enemies. Her Papa chuckled and explained that he couldn’t help but fall for her, it probably also explained about Sarada herself. Unlike her father, Sarada wasn’t satisfied after drinking blood. She needed solid food so she would eat like a human. She favoured a lot of her Mama’s food according to Papa. And it hurt knowing she could never meet her. It was unfair, why did everyone else get to have one but her? Papa blamed himself since humans and vampires were never meant for one another so this was his punishment but Sarada didn’t get it. She couldn’t help but feel slightly envious as she would watch Boruto cry to his mother when he got hurt and how she would comfort him. Telling him he was such a brave boy and pampering him with kisses, even if he would pout saying he was ‘no baby’ and that she was embarrassing him. Or watching other human children being out with their Mama in the park, asking for ice cream, carrying them when they would get sleepy and watching as they would be picked up one by one to go home. 

Sarada’s small hand would grip onto his trousers, and he could sense she was upset. He picked up his daughter, allowing her to bury her head into his neck, letting out silent tears until she got tired and fell asleep. 

Even though her Papa had warned her to stay away from Mama, Sarada disobeyed and crept out during the day to look for her. Since she had been spying on her for a while, she had an idea of where to search first. Her mother worked in a big lab (hospital) and would often head back home at funny times. Well for a human that is, it’s no wonder how Papa met her if she always left at night. She waited and was surprised to see her leave the place early, along with a darker blonde woman next to her. “Mama!” Sarada sprang out grinning happily. 

“Oh, you again? Where’s your father?” Sakura picked up the little girl who was more than happy to be held by her mother. “You know her dear?” The other woman gave a weary look, which she didn’t quite get. It was normal for a mother to hold her daughter and this was the first time Sarada had been held by her. “I bumped into her a few weeks ago, she keeps calling me ‘Mama.’ I guess we look alike.” Again, with such strange words, Sarada didn’t understand. Why couldn’t she recognise her own daughter? She had tried to ask Sasuke, but he wouldn’t say anything. “Do you know where your Papa is?” Sakura asks smiling at the little girl. “Papa said I wasn’t allowed to see you.” There was an awkward silence with neither knowing how to respond until Sakura gave an awkward laugh. 

“Oh, is that so. I’m sure he’s only concerned about your safety.” Now the only difficulty would be how and where to find him. Surely, he couldn’t be too far, she was too young to be walking about by herself like this. “I’ll take her.” The other woman responded. “Eh?” 

“I’ll take her home, he’s probably worried sick about her. And I can see the look on your face, you need to go home and rest.” “But-” “Besides, you shouldn’t be doing anything in your condition.” At that Sakura closed her mouth, it was true she couldn’t do anything too strenuous or stress herself out. Still, something about her seemed familiar. Like a parental instinct, or maybe she was just worried for her. “I want to stay with Mama.” Sarada’s small hand gripped her shirt, again why did everyone want to separate them. All she wanted was to have her own Mama. “Ah, I’m sorry dear but she needs to rest. She’s very sick you see.” “Mama’s sick?” Sarada turned her head to Sakura studying the woman. Was this why she didn’t remember her? “Yes, don’t worry. She just needs some rest and besides I’m sure your father must be worried.” “Okay…” If it can’t be helped then she’ll go back home with Papa. Sakura almost felt guilty having to let her go but knew it was best to let her mother take care of her. The little girl seemed upset and concerned but Sakura patted her head smiling reassuringly. “Thank you Ma and I’m sorry, but she’ll take good care of you.” As Sakura walked away Mebuki let out a soft smile. “You really are like your own Mama, aren’t you?” 

~~~

Mebuki waited by the park at night, she had managed to track down Sasuke which wasn’t as difficult seeing as he was out looking for her but had requested to meet up privately so they could have a talk. The street light flickered and Sasuke was beside her in a flash. 

“Thank you for taking care of Sarada for me.” “You don’t need to thank me, dear. She’s my granddaughter. Of course, I would take care of her.” “How is she anyway?” Sasuke sighed, figuring he should be honest. “Upset, confused. She got really excited knowing Sakura is alive but…she doesn’t understand why she can’t be with her.” “I’m sure she is,” Mebuki felt horrible about taking her away from Sakura. Parents and children weren’t meant to be apart, but they didn’t have a choice. If they could both she and Kizashi would gladly help look after Sarada however that would have only made things more complicated. “Have you met anyone?” The random question took him off guard. “Anyone new I mean, a new lover? “You know it’s not as simple as that.” Vampires don’t simply find someone else the way humans do. After meeting someone, that’s it. They were their one and only. Their soulmate, their other half. There was no one else. “Right, I’m sorry.” “Sasuke… there’s something you should know. About Sakura.” 

“What is it? Is she okay?” Always worried about her, even though they weren’t in each other’s life the two could tell Sasuke would still keep tabs on them. And that’s what made sharing the news even more difficult. 

“She’s fine, more than fine but… she’s pregnant.” The words slowly sank in, and Sasuke felt himself heartbroken all over again. “I see...” “I’m sorry, we wanted to tell you sooner. But it’s not like you make it easy for us to find you and well with Sarada acting the way she does, I think it’ll break her heart witnessing Sakura be a mother to someone else.” She was too young to fully grasp what was going on, to find out the truth. And this was only going to make things more difficult. 

“That’s why I asked you about if you had anyone else, I mean it’s been so long now and well Sakura doesn’t even remember you. It’s just… you deserve to find happiness too. For you and Sarada.” “No, I knew what I was getting myself into. I won’t find someone just because Sakura has. I can’t do that.” “I understand please don’t shut that idea down. I know Sakura would want you to be happy too, to find someone else that could make you happy as she did.” He let out an uncharacteristic snort.

“That’s impossible… but if it makes you feel better. If I do find someone else… I’ll give it a shot.” Not that it’ll be easy. “And besides, I still…” The words were lumped in the back of his throat. “You still love her?”

“Ah.” It wasn’t like they chose to break up, they didn’t have a choice. They were looking forward to being a family however Sasuke had to make a choice. Losing Sakura or her memories, memories of them, of Sarada. 

As his family had warned him, the two were never meant to be and yet Sarada was here. “Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it.” He bowed and was about to leave. Even if there was someone else, if she was happy then that’s all that mattered.

However, he couldn’t just let her go. “Sasuke, I really am sorry.” He probably didn’t hear those words or maybe he did. She could only imagine what was to come now with Sarada.

[pathbend-blog]

Unsee Antannof And Her In The First Goat busters OJ

And Him never in my jacket

🗝️.

@bbc6music-blog

@thatannieclark

@strangerthingsnetflix

Stay Puffed more and see then

Okay I get it now. Tumblr isn't Pintrest cuz I haven't f***** with that yet

But it's what I was trying to do on Facebook with them blocks of Test texts

And practice and stuff that they can. Just f****** you know put in my Discovery box

📦

Remember when Gabriel and I fell in love because I called that box full of free books, the Commie Box 🦢

And that I always check it for messages cuz that's what you're supposed to do with Commie Boxes

I was going somewhere with that. I'll develop it. I'll tumble around I f****** get it!!!

Go Anthony Not Yet 40 Sir

By the way that True Blood CD was just his junk with worms as I thought it was going to be. Some of those are still while I'm not satisfied with my performance right now

I knew from the start but as you have noticed the through line has been the same. That is to say I figured that all those things on Napster or wear some sort of strap, but also the very idea of putting new CDs into your computer but don't ever put it. This music CD is from a Satanist who does all this kind of stuff. That's why I like it. Don't put that s*** in your computer

OMG

@thatannieclark

@mojomagazine-blog

It turns out that Annie with a good Mall

Equivalently as good as the Sony Center. Almost

That's in the west where they're free they think, but they're deeper kind of slave

We know that in the East but I don't give a f****** crossover all the time

But it turns out she was even weaker to mean girl than Berlin was.

Especially if they have some sort of weird religious bend apparently

Where's the All-Star Game

StaziKeineGeniene

Clearly Anthony wasn't supposed to come home like in every f****** movie and story, but I did and it's been real old

You want to read something devastating.

So if you look at the footage in our best year of our whole lives because it was, it was awesome in Vegas until the worms started crawl in crawled out and out of his snout and she's most afraid of worms

Like being dead only scares her cuz she doesn't want to be eaten by worms. We had the same fear when we were children

I got over it now. I can imagine all sorts of ways

But if you see me carrying my big awesome gaming laptop from origin computers. It's because it's the weight of a baby and so I'm practicing moving around and dancing and moving around her as grad school increases in severity

Those box meals actually we were practicing with them so that we could eat like that when the baby was there.

Like Blue Apron?

@chuckpalahniukquotes

@bbcone

Tumblr super helps. I just learned with that compulsion to copy paste someplace else

Anyway cop and paste.

That's almost Mark Twain prize I think above

[kkkgor]

귀멸의 칼날 3기 도공 마을편 2화 다시 보기 (자

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귀멸의 칼날 3기 도공 마을편 2화 다시 보기 (자

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귀멸의 칼날 3기 도공 마을편 2화 다시 보기 (자

Alice's story is told by a narrator reading a fairy tale.

One day, Alice reads a book that introduces that the ark is a paradise, and she asks if the ark is really a paradise where a happy world exists. Ludmilla and the commander doubtfully answer that paradise is right, and Alice, full of curiosity, decides to go to the ark with the commander.

The ark was a very strange place to Alice, so much so that even a single piece of cotton candy would surprise her. The Commander takes her Alice to see her coffee shop, library, and many other places.[8] So she is satisfied, and whe귀멸의 칼날 3기 도공 마을편 2화 다시 보기 (자n it's time to leave the ark, and she is resting somewhere for a while, Polly appears chasing the fleeing criminal. But Alice thinks it's just her tag, and her commander goes after the criminal, and left alone, she waits for the commander.

She then introduces the suspicious man as a man selling delicious candy and approaches Alice. Naive, she believes the man's words and follows him into the dark streets. Not only Alice, but many girls were following the man. The man gave A귀멸의 칼날 3기 도공 마을편 2화 다시 보기 (자lice and her children candy one by one, and the children who ate the candy passed out. But Alice, having remembered Ludmilla's teachings, fortunately does not eat, and the embarrassed man explains that her children fell asleep because the candy was so delicious.

Still, Alice refused her candy until the end, but the man eventually hit her on the head with a wooden stick, but Alice's body, her sturdy Nike, naturally endured. However, she thinks it's just a game and tries to hit men the same way, but Nike is programmed to not harm people, so she can't do it. However,귀멸의 칼날 3기 도공 마을편 2화 다시 보기 (자 when the man hits her on the head several times, Alice eventually collapses. Oddly enough, it was the moment when the ark no longer felt like paradise to Alice.

The story moves to a scene in a hospital room. As a girl in a hospital gown is about to undergo brain surgery, she asks the woman in white if the world outside is a happy place for her. When asked what kind of person she wants to be when she is born again, the girl replies that women and girls will be happy in the world outside of her, and the point of view returns 귀멸의 칼날 3기 도공 마을편 2화 다시 보기 (자to the present and the Commander and A.C.P.U. The squad apprehends the kidnapper and rescues her children and Alice. When she came to her senses, she still didn't know the truth of her situation, but when Alice wasn't happy, she cried, saying that she wished that Mr. Rabbit was the eternal Mr. Rabbit who would take her to the land of happiness. feed And she says that Mr. Rabbit, not the Ark, was paradise, and asks the commander to remain Mr. Rabbit, not the prince귀멸의 칼날 3기 도공 마을편 2화 다시 보기 (자. Afterwards, Alice is admitted to the hospital, and Mustang scolds her, telling her to be careful in the future.[9] Ludmilla gets angry too, but she reassures her, saying she's glad she's safe though. The affection in her angry words makes Alice happier.

In the hospital room, where night has come, only the commander and Alice are left holding the book he gave them as a gift. She says that she enjoyed the trip today, but for some reason, she says that she is afraid of the hospital and asks you to hold her hand. The Commander holds Alice's hand until she falls asleep. Alice dreams again of her being imprisoned in a white prison, but she holds Mr. Rabbit's hand to return home, and she is no longer afraid. don't And the episode ends with them walking out of the white prison and looking for a happy world. In the story of a clothing store outbreak, Alice, Bellota, and Mika are messing around in the store. The Commander asks to get rid of it before Ludmilla arrives, but the three don't care and decorate the Commander with flashy outfits. And Ludmilla, who saw this, commented that she was like a madman (…)

In the second clothing store explosion story, Alice greets the commander and Drake who visit the store. Drake says that people aren't afraid of him these days, and when he says he's looking for villain clothes, Ludmilla says he's in the wrong place. Instead, when Alice recommends all sorts of cute clothes, Drake refuses, making strange excuses such as having allergies.

[tetrisfinished]

tough days

before i type my day out (today was a tough one), i want you to know (future komal) that i fully recognize my privilege and acknowledge that none of the problems i face today are in any way "the end of the world" level issues. and having lived through this day, i can attest that i did in fact get through this stuff.

but while it was happening, it was tough as butts, hard as nails.

anywho, it actually started on several high notes. one (perhaps the most highest of the notes) of which was knowing that my cleaning lady was going to come today and that both esa and yasir would be out of the house. so after the cleaning lady leaves, i would get a solid 3-4 hours of CLEAN HOME. and god help me, i am a sucker for an empty, super clean home, toilet, bed, tub, KITCHEN.

so of course, the first disappointment (very timely) was when my cleaning lady messaged to let me know she would have to reschedule :( which made me sad, but ah well, i could do more or less my own cleaning (not up to par with her level, but still something to feel good about) and be satisfied until she came.

then, about an hour before lunch, my daycare called.

you know when you receive certain calls and no matter what they're about, just having to pick up that phone feels like a moment out of a horror movie? that was my moment.

that call or a call from pakistan at a really odd time of day (when they should really all be asleep based on their timezone) - those have the same chilling effect on me.

and i guess my gut was right. my daycare called to tell me esa was sick! he threw up a LOT and was warm and feverish and upset and crying. so i left work for 20 minutes to go pick him up. when i got there he was still crying and upset and his outfit of course had been changed but i was happy to have him in my arms and he was happy to be there.

isn't it weird, we feel as if we are actually able to protect our kids from the things that could happen to them if we just hold on to them tight enough? when really and truly and ultimately, we are all so helpless in the way of anyone's pain - let alone our childrens'...it's kind of the worst realization to have and i'm having it now.

anyway, we came home, esa was in high spirits and played and watched tv. i tried fruitlessly to continue to work and of course during one of our busiest times, i just wasn't able to.

oh and since he threw up and most likely it was a stomach bug (that is what the daycare thinks) esa cannot return until 48 hours later to daycare. so while i love to have him home with me, one of my absolute busiest work weeks is just going to be completed after hours because i'm truly unable to do much...

in any case. such is life.

when i brought esa home, i of course messaged yasir to let him know of the situation and i asked him to come home as soon as he was able from work. so that we could split the parent time and i could attempt to get some work done.

a few hours later, i received a call from yasir. i thought he was probably just calling to let me know he was able to come back earlier and asking what there is to eat (as he does a lot lol).

but unfortunately, the day continued. i picked up and it was a clearly frazzled yasir telling me that a rock or something fell off the truck he was driving directly behind and hit the tire on the car and the tire went flat!

then i called our roadside assistance number, they came and replaced the flat (took quite a while) so roughly a couple hours later, yasir was ready to be on his way back home.

a few minutes after that i received another yasir call and in this one he said how he had started to drive but then after a while there was more sounds that didn't sound right and he had to stop on the side of the road only to see that the other tire had gotten a flat as well and we did not have any more spares in the car.

SO of course we re-called our roadside assistance and this time they took even longer! but they finally came and towed the car to a mechanic address that yasir knows/works with. and yasir took an uber home.

between all this madness at home, esa woke up from his afternoon nap ready for some food so i had an instant soup packet that my SiL had given to me a while ago. i took it out along with my measuring cup to measure how much water i needed for it.

and lo and behold i dropped my largest (4 cup capacity) measuring cup. and it crashed and smashed glass ALL OVER THE KITCHEN.

that was basically my tipping point. i had to stop and cry.

then i had to figure out how to clean it all up so that my sock-wearing kid wouldn't walk in and accidentally hurt himself.

all just about 15 minutes prior to my 3 pm meeting with my team.

so between the span of 11:00 am to 3:00 pm it was just one thing after another after another after another. all just perfect storm-ing it up on the same day.

i can't say i'm super proud of how i dealt with my day today, but i do hope to GOD that tomorrow is better.

and that's all. we are currently car-less because of course the car needs to be serviced/repaired. we are currently daycare-less because inshallah esa needs time to recover at home. and i am currently at the end of my rope for being awake and functioning during this - the curs-ed 12th of october.

may all your days be going better than mine!

much love,

-k

[sarasapen]

Pumpkin Spiced Spotchka

Another installation of the Little One series, halloween edition. Also there's no pumpkin spiced anything in the fic, I just thought I was incredibly funny for the title and nothing else seems to amuse me as much. Also Also it is not Obi-Wan’s revelation and for that I apologise.

Word Count: Its technically 3.9K but it's over 3950words so I’m rounding up to 4K

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of drinking and alcohol, allusions to nsfw things but nothing actually happens, language.

Star Wars Masterlist

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 The Jedi Order was looked upon by most with respect, or at least, a sort of terrified awe. These extraordinary figures clad in robes, with strong powers and weapons that could hardly, if ever, meet their match. Outside the Jedi Temple, and oftentimes within it as well, the Jedi maintained the portrayal of being a serious, elegant people. If you’d venture a little deeper into the Temple…

 There are several tiny little ones roaming the halls of the Temple. For the first few years during their residence, the tiny ones weren’t quite able to begin to grasp the seriousness of what it meant to be a Jedi. They were, afterall, children. And it fell upon the elegant, serious peacekeepers to play entertainers for the small ones.

 Hallows’ Eve.

 On the Coruscanti Temple, at least, Hallows’ Eve was a much looked-forward event, for both younglings and Jedi Masters alike. It was quite endearing, seeing the little ones in their little costumes, holding little buckets and going door-to-door for some candies. It also gave Knights and Masters the excuse to waste away the evening eating sweets and teasing younglings.

 Some Masters (Yoda) took the trick-or-treating a little too seriously. Those Masters (Yoda) would wait patiently until the young one in question would perform a little trick with the force reflective of their own skill level. Once satisfied, the Masters (Yoda) would finally give full-sized candy bars. Padawans and Knights who ventured past those Masters (Yoda) doors, however, often had an obstacle they were made to solve before they could go deeper into the corridor. No one went out of their way to avoid those Masters (Yoda) doors, however, because the reward was always their pick of a wide variety of candy.

 Another particular favourite door to visit was, surprisingly, that of Master Windu’s. Every year, without fail, he would manage to procure these super rare Alderanian toffees that had the entire temple going mad over. He’s now only allowed to give out two to each youngling, however, after the Sugar Rush Incident a few years back. You’d think fully-trained Jedi Masters would be able to contain a handful of sugar-high children. You’d be wrong.

 Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi very rudely reminded of how little time there is to Hallows’ Eve when Knight Skywalker asks him what his Padawan’s costume was going to be. And- kriff. Master Kenobi forgot.

 He had very eagerly and meticulously planned Knight Skywalker’s first Hallows’ Eve at the Temple, wanting to give the boy a fun and memorable day. He charted out the best route to take, and had several contingency plans in the unfortunate and unlikely event of a wardrobe malfunction. And for his current Padawan, for his first Hallows’ Eve with her, (which was apparently a big deal for the kiddos), he had forgotten.

 Well, he had two weeks. Two weeks is enough time, right?

 “Little one?”

 “Huh?”

 “What- what are you doing under the table?” Master Kenobi squats down, tilting his head to peer at the wide-eyed child in front of him. She pushes something behind her back innocently, and he narrows his eyes in amusement.

 “Nothing.”

 “Really?” He muses, watching her blink at him. Her eyes, always so wide, shining and expressive and constantly filled with an innocence that it ached for him to think of it disappearing one day.

 “I was wondering what you’d like to dress up as for Hallows’ Eve, little one?” He continues on his mission after a moment, hoping she’d give a relatively simple and easy demand for him to fulfil. He’d so hate to disappoint her.

 “Don’t worry about it.”

 Okay that… was a little too easy.

 “I beg your pardon?” He murmurs, a little taken aback by her response.

 “Huh?” She blinks up at him again, brows furrowed as she seems to be trying to decode something in her mind.

 Right. A child. He still forgets sometimes, that she hears new phrases and experiences new things for the first time on the daily.

 “It’s another way of saying ‘excuse me’,” The explanation comes immediately after his realisation, and he watches her form an ‘o’ with her mouth in understanding.

 “...So?”

 “So?” She repeats.

 “Why shouldn’t I worry about your costume?”

 “Oh.”

 “Oh,” Master Kenobi hums, tapping his fingers idly on his knee. She crawls out from under the table, halting in front of him. Settling on her knees, she holds her hand out for him to see… a string of beads.

 “I have a plan, Master.”

 “Do you?” Master Kenobi studies the beads for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly they were.

 “...Yeah.” She repeats, making a face as if he had just said something very incredibly silly. “I just said so.”

 “Are you sure you’ve got it covered?” He confirms, standing to his full height and extending a hand for her to take. Instead, her hands grasp at his robe as leverage so she can clamber onto her feet as well, now tilting her head up to regard him.

 “Yeah! It's gonna be super awesome!” She says decisively, and Master Kenobi nods again.

 “Alright then.”

 So for the next two weeks, Master Kenobi tries very hard to contain his budding curiosity as he watches her day in and day out disappear into her room with tape or scraps of cloth and very strict instructions of “You cannot at all enter my room, okay, Master?”

 The day of, after the last of the Council meetings, Master Kenobi finds himself altogether quite anxious at the thought of what his Padawan had been getting up to, with seemingly no help from others. He worries the costume is a disaster, and that his Padawan will be utterly devastated. All Master Kenobi can do at the moment, however, is to make his way to the canteen, the agreed-upon rendezvous point.

 There she is, with hand-made beads on her head and her hair parted into braids resting on either of her shoulders, mimicking what Master Kenobi assumes would be Ahsoka’s lekkus. She’s wearing a fairly accurate copy of Ahsoka’s current go-to outfit, and Master Kenobi isn’t quite sure how to react.

 She seems so proud of her outfit, and for a moment he’s ghastly terrified that Ahsoka doesn’t know and she’ll be offended or upset. But then there's a giggle and there Ahsoka stands, in her own rendition of his Padawan’s go-to outfit, and Maker, is it adorable. They’ve coordinated and dressed up as each other.

 Knight Skywalker thinks it's fucking hilarious, taking as many pictures as Ahsoka lets him before she gets fed up and beckons the youngest of the group to follow with a hand out.

 That’s how the First Halloween goes. With Master Kenobi trailing behind them, chatting away with Knight Skywalker as he watches his Padawan skipping ahead with Ahsoka. The sun is setting, painting the temple in gorgeous orange hues, and he sees the absolute youngest of younglings start to yawn. Two hours, Master Kenobi sets off a mental timer in his head.

 An hour later, Master Windu places five toffees in his Padawan’s hand with a sly smile, and she gapes up at him for the briefest of seconds. 

 “You’re not a youngling anymore,” He says, flipping toffees into the hands of Knight Skywalker and Master Kenobi as well. Master Kenobi makes note to keep an eye on how many toffees his Padawan eats. In an attempt to be obedient and responsible, she, very endearingly, stops in her tracks to ask him before she opens any sweets at all. Master Kenobi can’t say no to that face.

 Another hour passes, and she’s trying very hard to stifle yawns. Ahsoka is still very much awake, rambling about something or the other as Knight Skywalker tries to goad her into a debate. His Padawan’s steps slow slightly, and Master Kenobi thinks it's a little endearing how she’s trying to remain attentive. He waits until her hand grasps his robe, and that’s when he turns to pick her up. Pressing her face into his shoulder, she goes slightly limp, letting him pry her goodie bag out of her hand.

 “Perhaps it's time for the two of us to call it a night,” Master Kenobi calls to his companions, rubbing his Padawan’s back soothingly.

 “Oh, c’mon, it’s not that late-”

 “Don’t be such an old man-oh.”

 “Hm,” Master Kenobi responds, pointedly ignoring their comments as he lets them take in the sight of the already half-asleep girl in his arms. After a quiet goodbye, and a tired wave from her, he begins the short trek back to the quarters.

 He thinks he hears Knight Skywalker say something about how “If you had been my Padawan at that age, I would’ve left you on the floor-“

 Master Kenobi passes by quite a few other Jedi Knights and Masters with other half-asleep younglings in their arms. There are several half-exasperated, half-knowing looks passed between them.

 Still, Master Kenobi supposed this was much better than the hyper energetic children they had to deal with during the Sugar Rush Incident. He’s seen his Padawan high off sugar before, and he is ever so grateful that he’s finally learned just how much sugar she can take before he begins to question All Of His Life Decisions.

 “Can I please have a toffee, please?” She mumbles, a minute away from the quarters.

 “I suppose one toffee wouldn’t hurt,” Master Kenobi responds, shifting the child in his grasp so she can reach out and take her pick of sweets. The ever-so responsible little thing takes just a small one, holding it up for him to see. She pops it into her mouth and then rummages through her bag again, making a face.

 “What is it?” He prompts, keying in the password to open his door.

 “It's the weird blue candy that Master Plo gives,” She pouts, pulling out the candies in question.

 “You don't like them?” He settles her down on the couch, and she quickly kicks off her boots before settling back into the throw pillows.

 “They taste…they’re not my favourite.” She changes her wording, and not for the first time Master Kenobi is struck with how already she’s a good peacekeeper. She blinks up at him, before her expression brightens. “Do you want ‘em?”

 “Thank you,” Master Kenobi accepts graciously, letting her deposit a tiny handful of blue candies into his hand. “Now, go and get ready for bed.”

 “But I’m not tired!” She protests immediately, and Master Kenobi resists scoffing.

 “How about you get changed, and I’ll put on a film for us to watch?”

 She’s asleep thirteen minutes into the movie.

——

 She’s sprawled across the sofa, legs thrown over the back so that she can stare up at the ceiling.

 “You have to get ready soon, if you don’t want to be late,” Obi-Wan calls from the kitchen counter. His tea has just finished brewing. It was a flavour he had been incredibly wary to try, but his Padawan had gotten him an entire box, claiming she thought he’d enjoy it. To his immense surprise, and delight, it’s become his new favourite.

 “I’m ready,” she drawls, tossing a scrunched up piece of paper into the air as if it were a ball. Obi-Wan quirks an eyebrow slowly as she catches it, his eyes roving over his Padawan’s clothes.

 “No costume?”

 “Nope.” She pops the ‘p’ in a stubborn insistence that she absolutely Will Not dress up as anything this year. Obi-Wan blames a mixture of teasing from Anakin and last year’s slight wardrobe malfunction. It was hardly anything anyone else would’ve noticed, but she’d nearly thrown a right strop. He himself could barely notice, but she brushed off his comment. It seems that she’s insistent on holding firm on no costumes. 

 “You have to have a costume,” Obi-Wan tries. He’s not sure why, exactly. It’s hardly like he’ll be spending the evening with her, she’s running off with a handful of other Padawans her age to go do their own thing. 

 “Ugh,” she groans, flip-flopping off the couch and shuffling into her room. Honestly, thinks Obi-Wan. Teenagers.

 She appears again a moment later, everything about her outfit is the same sans the colour of her top, which she’s changed to black. Obi-Wan also noticed the line drawn over her eye, almost like-

 “There. I’m Anakin.” She scowls as if to prove her point, and Obi-Wan has to hide a fond smile behind his cup.

 “Terrifying.” He hums, feeling all soft and gooey inside. It’s a feeling he’s learned to accept as common whenever he’s around either of his Padawans or his Grandpadawan. “Off you go.”

 “Do I have to?” She whines, trying once again to get out of the yearly Temple Tradition.

 “Go.”

 “I’m going.”

 She went.

 The Jedi Order, while they allowed some lapses in being serious every now and then, was still, of course, The Jedi Order. That meant on the daily, Obi-Wan didn’t have to worry about parties with booze and drugs running rampant amongst old Padawans and young Knights.

 Obi-Wan had, once, been his Padawan’s age, however, and he had been far more… willing to see how far the rules could bend. Which meant that while Obi-Wan was not worried of a daily abundance of parties, he was worried about the sneaking in of whatever booze or drugs the Padawans could get their hands on given the special occasion.

 Instead of fretting over a possible future, however, Obi-Wan decides to work. Being a Jedi Master on the Council while training a young Padawan certainly was not an easy feat, but Obi-Wan, as humble as he is, has always been a talented man. (Understatement, his Padawan thinks.)

 He’s drawn out of his concentration every so often when there's a knock at his door, and he opens it to greet little younglings with some sweets. Obi-Wan brews another cup of tea- stars, he needs to start regulating how much he drinks- and gets back to trying to sort out certain technicalities pertaining to the ever-growing threat of the Sith. It’s a depressing subject for any Jedi, the idea of war and havoc and innocent lives lost. It’s an utterly horrendous act that-

 Oh, his Padawan returns.

 “Did you have fun?”

 She blinks at him, pressing her fingers to her lips and giggling. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes a little wide, and Obi-Wan already knows.

 “How much have you had to drink?”

 “Master Yoda gave us these chocolates- kriff, I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” She cuts herself off with a wince, bordering the line between tipsy and drunk. His Padawan obediently takes the cup of water he passes her.

 “You’re not supposed to swear, either,” Obi-Wan reminds, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Of course it was Master Yoda that supplied the alcohol. Who else would it be?

 “Who is us?”

 “Mm… the Padawans old enough to-to drink,” Kicking off her boots, she settles into her spot on the couch, waiting for him to join her.

 “...All of them?”

 “Yep. Bariss is soooooo out of it, Luminara is gonna be kriffing pissed- oh shit- I just swore-fuck-” The whooshing of an opening door distracts the both of them when a much-drunker-than-she Anakin stumbles in, grinning widely.

 “Well that’s certainly a disaster waiting to happen,” Comments Obi-Wan dryly, watching Anakin flop down beside them.

 “‘Sup?” Anakin nods at Obi-Wan. Now, Obi-Wan had no problem drinking, none at all. He’s had his fair share of drinks, even mid-mission (given who his Padawans were). That just meant that over the years, Obi-Wan had developed a much higher tolerance to alcohol than either of the lightweights sprawled across his furniture.

 “I take it you drank properly?” Obi-Wan rises to his feet, waving his hand to use the force to assist him in brewing some tea to sober up the two giggly fools.

 “Yeah- no- I want that one,” Anakin leans forward to snatch the biscuit in Obi-Wan’s Padawan’s hand. She makes a noise of protest, kicking Anakin off the sofa in retaliation. Anakin doesn’t mind, letting his body flop onto the floor. He seems to find it fairly comfortable, staring at the ceiling.

 “Am I supposed to ground the two of you?” Obi-Wan nudges Anakin’s arm with his foot, watching the younger man roll over to get out of his reach.

 “I’m an adult!”

 “You’re both supposed to be adults.”

 “Hey, I just want what's rightfully mine,” His Padawan chimes in defensively, sticking her tongue out at Anakin.

 “Jedi aren’t supposed to be possessive,” Anakin goads, propping himself up on his elbows. He narrowly manages to dart down to avoid the pillow she throws at him.

 “Jedi also aren't supposed to be major pains in the arse but here we are,” Responding through a mouthful of chocolate, she digs through her bag in search of something.

 “Mm, here.” She holds her hand out to Obi-Wan after a moment, depositing candies into his hand. “Blue candy.”

“Thank you,” He accepts them gratefully, tucking them into his pocket.

 “I thought you hated those,” Anakin reaches for her bag, swiping a few caramels for himself.

 “What? No you dont!” She turns to Obi-Wan incredulously, effectively surrendering her bag to Anakin. With a devilish smile, Anakin begins digging through her bag for his own pick of her sweets.

 “I… I’m not a fan of them,” Obi-Wan admits, leaning forward to snatch the bag away from Anakin and safely deposit it back into the lap of the incredulous Padawan in front of them.

 “You’re kidding right? I’ve been giving you these for years!”

 “You didn’t like them,” Obi-Wan defends, taking a sip of his tea. She harrumphs, frowning and crossing her arms, burrowing into the throw pillow on her side. Her sock-covered feet brush against his thigh, and he pulls her legs over his lap so she can get comfortable. She seems to take even more offence to this however, trying to burrow further back into the sofa.

 “Why are you so upset?” After a long moment, Obi-Wan decides to ask his Padawan, who looks quite genuinely distraught.

 “I’ve been giving them to you coz I thought you liked them,” She sounds like she’s nearly in tears, and with a soft crooning sound, Obi-Wan uses the force to tug her closer towards him. Half-embarrassed and half-drunk, she presses her face into his arm, letting Obi-Wan fuss over her. Oh, this sweet, poor, angel of a girl, Obi-Wan muses to himself, humming softly to calm her down. A glance to the floor shows that Anakin is already asleep, and by the time Obi-Wan looks back at his current Padawan, she’s asleep too.

 Great, he thinks dryly. He should’ve kicked them out while he still had the chance.

——

 It’s one of those rare days that neither of you have any engagements that require your undivided attention. To Obi-Wan, that means he’s free to focus all his attention onto you. Not that you’re complaining.

 The absolute darling of a man drew you a lovely bath, with scented soaps and bubbles that were an extravagance that were saved for special occasions only. When you’d asked what the special occasion was, he shrugged, nudged you towards the bathtub, and folded his sleeves up to his elbows. He’s seated on a stool behind you, fingers working deftly to undo all the tension-filled knots in your shoulders.

 “Have I told you that I love you?” You sigh for the sixth time that night, head lolling to the side as his fingers press against a spot that's been annoying you for weeks now. Behind you, the corners of Obi-Wan’s mouth curve upwards, and his amusement is palpable in his words when he speaks.

 “You might’ve mentioned it,” He teases, bending down to press a gentle kiss to your neck. Sighing pleasantly again, your hands wave about in the water, swirling the bubbles around.

 “Well, I love you.”

 “I love you, too,” Responding without missing a beat, Obi-Wan watches you lean your head back and purse your lips for a kiss. He laughs softly, leaning down to give you a quick peck.

 “My fingers are getting all pruney,” You observe after a few moments, and Obi-Wan hums, hands smoothing over your bare shoulders before his touch leaves you. You drain the bathtub and take a quick rinse, gratefully taking the cozy bathrobe Obi-Wan offers you. He twirls you around as you exit the bathtub, just to hear you giggle. There is still-warm tea sitting atop the counter of your kitchen island, and you hop up onto it, letting Obi-Wan press a large mug into your hands. You alternate between taking sips and tilting the mug the opposite direction so Obi-Wan can have some.

 “Luke threw a fit because he wants to dress up as R2,” You say, suddenly remembering what it was that you were planning on telling Obi-Wan. You run your fingers through his hair and absently think of how this image of him is your favourite, the mussed hair and beard ever so slightly overgrown, relaxed and not on guard. Obi-Wan makes a sound into the mug, tilting his head up to meet your eyes. You think you’re blushing.

 “Anakin told me.” Obi-Wan raises his hand, his thumb swiping delectably over his bottom lip to wipe away any trace of the tea. “He had to run out to get actual parts to build a shell for him.”

 “Padmé said Anakin was more excited about the costume than Luke,” He halts your movement to raise the mug to your lips, leaning forward for a slow kiss. He pulls back and goes straight back to the conversation as if that innocent kiss wasn’t as nearly as debilitating for him as it was for you.

 “He does love that droid.”

 “I think it's a good costume,” You add lamely, peering into the mug as you swirl its contents.

 “Hm. Leia wanted to be a… bounty hunter, was it?”

 “So that she could shoot Luke,” Huffing out a laugh, you let Obi-Wan pry the mug out of your grasp and place it on the counter. He nudges your knees apart so he can stand comfortably between them. You stick your tongue out at him and he grins.

 “They’d better put all their weapons out of reach.”

 Threading his fingers through yours, he tugs you gently to draw you in for another slow kiss. This time he dots kisses along your cheek, dipping down slightly to nip at your jaw. Temporarily satisfied, he straightens again.

 “And what of our little one?”

 At the mention of possible baby costumes, your train of thought switches completely away from him. You grin excitedly, and he quirks an eyebrow, already regretting his question.

 “Funny you say that, because I came across this tiny fake beard that looks a lot like yours-“

 “My darling, we are not dressing our baby up as me,” He cuts in immediately, dropping your hands to shoot you a withering look.

 “Damn it.”

 “Language, little one,” His response comes as instinctual, and he downs the rest of the tea before placing the mug in the sink.

 “Or what?”

 There’s a playful glint in your eye, one that has Obi-Wan pausing for a split second as he regards you, straightening to match his energy with yours. His next words are incredibly level and polite, which only strengthens the pure threat and promise dripping from them.

 “Or you’ll regret it.”

 “Fuck you,” You respond breathlessly. Oh now you’ve gone and put yourself into a whole world of trouble. Your heart thuds almost painfully in your chest as he closes the distance between the two of you.

 “Are you that content to be disobedient, my love?”

 And with a squeak from you and laughter from him, the conversation for the night is lost amongst your sheets.

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END

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[reidjumpers]

Here Comes the Sun: Blue and Pink

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning/Includes: mention of eating, foods.

Series Summary: A journey of going through parenthood with Spencer.

Chapter Summary: In which you find the gender of your baby

Note: dad!spencer is a dear concept to me. I try to make sure all of the chapter could be read as a stand alone, but if you squint you can tell there's a string of connections to previous chapters. Enjoy!

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“What do you think about a gender reveal party?”

You stopped in your tracks as Penelope thought out loud. You rolled your chair to face her, and immediately your face scrunched up as you noticed the content displayed on her screen. It wasn’t work, or anything tech related that sometimes made your head a little fuzzy, it was a mood board filled with gender reveal party ideas.

Throughout your pregnancy, you have found yourself burrowed in Penelope’s lair more often than not. She was more than welcoming, all happy to have someone accompany her in her safe space. She even made an effort to make you feel comfortable, go all board to put all soft and fuzzy things to soothe your aching back and swollen feet. You had been crying for thirty minutes straight when she first presented it to you.

You liked it here a lot. The room is always at the right temperature that didn’t leave you shivering or grumpy with heat. But most of all, it smells really nice, and as much as you’d love to be in your desk and your own element, you couldn’t handle the wafting smell of everyone’s perfume in the air. You once lashed out at Morgan for having the audacity to wear his perfume that he had been wearing for years, and then proceed to cry for an hour profusely apologizing while he laughed his ass off.

“Gender reveal?” you hummed, not knowing what you feel with the idea. Your hand absentmindedly made its way to your bump, now more visible than ever, and you’re both delighted and terrified about it.

“Look at this!” Penelope eagerly made a gesture towards her computer screen. She scrolled slowly through all the well-put mood boards. You cocked an eyebrow at it, knowing fully she probably had spent weeks planning before even asking your opinion. “It’s cute, isn’t it? All fuzzy, blue and pink! So many cakes and happiness radiating from it all.”

“How long have you been planning for all of these, Pen?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered, uncharacteristically quiet.

“Three weeks? Four weeks?”

“Ugh!” she grunted, a pout appearing on her lips as she sent you a heatless glare. You pressed your lips together to bit back a triumph smile, proud of your achievement to be able to crack her up. “Fine! Three weeks.”

You snorted a laugh, “Thought so.”

“I hate profilers,” Penelope huffed. She pressed a key on her keyboard to reveal more pictures of her mood board. “So? What do you think?”

“I don’t know, I have to talk about it with Spencer.”

“Talk about what?” a voice appeared behind you nearly startled you to death. You whipped your head towards the source of sound, smiling when you caught the sight of your husband standing in the doorway.

Spencer quietly made his way to you, pressing a chaste kiss on your hairline as he gently placed your lunch on the desk. It had been a routine in the past four months that he would make his way to Penelope’s office during lunchtime, bringing food for three of you and he joined you and Penelope devouring lunch in her office.

“Lovely Boy Wonder! You always have the most perfect timing,” Penelope basically beamed at the sight of Spencer. He furrowed his eyebrows confusedly, but from years of befriending her, Spencer had learned not to question too many things about her. “What do you think about a gender reveal party?”

“Gender reveal party?” Spencer pulled his designated chair, the one that Penelope provided just for him to eat lunches. He scooted his chair close to you, hand absentmindedly finding its way to yours.

“You heard me.”

“I don’t know…” Spencer muttered, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. He eyed the mood board displayed proudly on Penelope’s screen carefully, examining each picture. “Sounds like a lot of work.”

Penelope gasped, “Dr. Reid! I am honestly offended that you didn’t consider Penelope Garcia will handle everything and you and Lady Reid don’t have to lift a single finger!”

Now that caught your attention. “We don’t have to lift a single finger?”

“All you have to do is sit down and the next thing you know, we’re all huddled together in a happy space full of love.”

You glanced towards Spencer who shared the same look with yours. He shrugged and a small smile settled on his face, entrusting the decision fully into your hand. You pucker your lips, weighing all the pros and cons about throwing a party.

“Come on!” Penelope whined. “We see horror and gore almost every day. We need a sweet reminder of everything good in the world. It’s nice to have something good to look forward to.”

You glanced at Spencer once again who subtly nodded. “Okay. Make it small and private.”

“Yes!” Penelope squealed, startled both you and Spencer. “I love you both so much.”

***

The whole idea of preparing a gender reveal party alone made you tired, but one trip for your check up changed everything. Penelope joined you and Spencer for your routine check up, tearing up when the sound of your baby’s heartbeat echoed. At this point you would have thought you’d get used to hearing their heartbeat, but it had never lost its magic.

Penelope practically vibrated with excitement and squealing when the doctor slyly slid your ultrasound photo and the gender of the baby to her, wrapped in a cute envelope. Spencer tried to take a peek, but Penelope was quick to swat him away.

“Do you think we’re having a boy or a girl?” Spencer thought out loud. You glanced up from your book to meet him staring at you, a solemn expression painted on his face.

“Can’t wait until the weekend, can you?” you teased, eyes fell back into the string of words in your book again.

You felt his hand rubbing your feet, his fingers dutifully untangle all the tangled knots that made you sore. You let out a satisfied sigh, shifting slightly on your seat to positioned your feet better on his lap. You really started to think you were probably the luckiest pregnant wife in the whole wide world with a husband like him.

Spencer sighed. “I think we’re having a boy.”

“You think?” you turned the page on your book, already feeling your focus shifting fully into the conversation now. “I’d say we’re having a girl.”

“I’ll tell you what, if we turn out to have a girl, I’ll buy you that handbag you’ve been eyeing on in the past two weeks. And if we turn out to have a boy, you’ll tell me how you cheat on every single UNO game we have.”

You snorted a laugh. Spencer must have noticed you stopped reading minutes ago, for the way he wasn’t unfazed when you lowered down your book and stared at him with a questioning look. He shot you a challenging smirk, with one eyebrow shot up into his hairline.

“Spencer Reid, are you really betting on our children?” you hit his arm playfully with your book. He feigned a pain, frowning as he rubbed the sore spot where you hit him. “I love you, but there is no way in hell I’ll tell you how I play UNO.”

“Ha! So you admit you do cheat!”

“No I didn’t! I never said that!”

“Your words do imply otherwise. So you do cheat!”

“I don’t cheat! I am just really good at what I do!”

Spencer scrunched his nose, not exactly buying your words. “Morgan and Emily also think you do cheat, hon.”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of their name. Of course they would conspire with your husband about your amazing ability of kicking everyone’s asses in UNO. You pulled your book back into your line of sight, tried your best to pick up where you left off. “Just accept the fact that UNO and Mario Kart is my expertise, babe. And a magician never reveals their secret.”

Spencer squinted his eyes at you for using his words against him. You lifted your book up slightly to conceal your growing smile, doing your best to ignore his burning stares. Spencer shifted slightly on his seat, his hand ghosted just above your ankle.

“I beat you in Mario Kart already,” Spencer said smugly. His voice was soft, and if it wasn’t so quiet, you were sure you would miss it.

“It was one time!” you groaned. “Once, babe, once.”

Spencer laughed. “You’re just bitter I beat you up with Baby Peach in Rainbow Road.”

You sighed through your nose, pouting as he rubbed about your defeat a year ago that you were still slightly bitter about to your face. You had no idea how he managed to beat you in Mario Kart using Baby Peach out of all things, in Rainbow Road out of any places.

“Honestly, how did you do that?”

Spencer beamed up at the question. You regret asking once your eyes caught the look on his face almost immediately, already knowing the answer he was about to say before it left his mouth. He leaned closer, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “A magician never reveals their secret, sweetheart.”

***

“Garcia is one amazing crazy bitch, isn’t she?” Emily nudged your shoulder. She took a sip towards her drink, her eyes scanning through the room. “How the hell she managed to take care of this party alone, I have no idea.”

Penelope had outdone herself. But then again, she always managed to break her own records after records breezly like it was nothing. Rossi was more than happy to provide his backyard to host the small party. Penelope managed to turn it into the most colorful and cutest gender reveal venue you’ve ever seen.

You just snorted, turned around to steal a slice of cake from Emily’s hand. She groaned at you, but didn’t do a thing as you shove it into your mouth. “Once she has a goal, she’ll do everything in her power to achieve that one goal, Em. You know that.”

Emily grinned, raising her glass slightly. “Do you think it’s a girl or a boy?”

You hummed. “Honestly? I don’t know. But something tells me it’s a girl.”

“Good,” Emily grinned. She jerked her chin towards the direction where Spencer was sitting together with Jack and Henry, a big amused smile on his face as he showcased his newest magic trick. “JJ already has two boys, Hotch has Jack, I think it’ll be nice to have a cute little girl into our family.”

Your eyes settled on Spencer once again. A loud squeal and delighted laughter rang throughout the walls as Spencer pulled a string of cards from Jack’s ear. “We’ll see.”

The party had been, much to your delight, a beautiful one. It was a spur moment of excitement and laughter, Penelope had made sure to make everyone comfortable and happy. The small game she had creatively come out with had been nothing but fun. You nearly fell from your chair laughing as you watch Morgan and Hotch doing their best to put a pen into a bottle blindfolded.

Everyone was here for one thing, and you watched the atmosphere shift from excitement to anticipation and suspense as JJ placed the cake into the table almost immediately. You bite your lip, somehow nervous at the prospect of knowing the gender of your unborn baby and reveal it in front of your friends and families.

Spencer wasn’t doing any better either, he was visibly jittery. You squeezed his hand gently once. Two times. Three times. Sending him all the wordless immense love you hoard for him, and a reminder that you were there with him. A small smile appeared on his face and he squeezed your hand a little firmer than you did, before he lifted it up to plant a soft kiss against your knuckle.

“Okay! When I reach three, you’ll cut the cake!” Penelope instructed. “If anyone would love to record this very magical moment, I advise your camera is ready by now.”

You chuckled, glancing up from the blue and pink cake in front of you. You saw Rossi already recorded the whole thing.

“One!”

You gently gripped the knife, feeling Spencer’s hand covered your hand warmly. He sent you a nervous smile as he adjusted his hands, his fingers settled in between yours seamlessly.

“Two!”

Spencer gently guided your hand to place the knife just right above the cake. You held your breath, feeling your heart trumped inside your chest loudly.

“Three!”

Spencer a little too eagerly cut the cake, almost forgot that he squeezed your hand underneath his a little too tight. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you finally saw the inside of the cake, and Spencer was stopped in his track as he gawked at the cake.

“It’s a girl…” Spencer whispered, like he couldn’t believe what he saw. He blinked and took a sharp inhale, feeling the reality settling in a lot better. “It’s a girl!” He then pulled you into a chaste kiss, his lips pressing into yours raked with love and happiness that you couldn’t help but to smile.

“A girl!” Derek hollered from his spot, already made his way to steal Spencer away from your embrace and pulled him into a hug. Everyone followed not so long after, and you could feel Emily pulled you into a hug, followed by JJ, and then Penelope trapped you in the middle.

“Aw,” you heard Penelope cooed. You didn’t realize there were tears streaming down your face until you could feel her thumb gently wiped it away from your face. “Don’t cry!”

You just laugh, pulling your girl friends into another round of hug. Emily let out a soft chuckle, and muttered something about having a new member to your sacred girl’s night out. You didn’t say anything, but feeling a smile growing on your lips at the thought of having a little girl following you in tow during your night out.

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[mosswillow]

Hey I saw that your requests for headcanons are open so if it's not a problem for you I had this idea in my head on how would the Avengers react on reader having pierced nipples(I was thinking about Tony, Steve, Thor, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Peter, Wanda, Vision, Dr Strange. If they are too much you can write whoever you want or if you have any idea for anyone else go fo it) And so like I had it in my head as if reader is kinda new in the team and now one really new that until one day she wore a crop top without a bra and they were showing. Like after a bath or in the morning right after she woke up, and the team isn't really fond of her so they aren't making any comments about it, just their thoughts. It's okay if you don't want to or can't write it but thank you in advanced

a/n- Oh my goodness. I wrote this whole fic (I know the ask was for a head-cannon but Inn this case a fic actually felt easier.) then came back to post and realized it's not what you asked for. 🤦‍♀️ I'm so sorry Anon, it's also been months I think that you've been waiting. They're supposed to not like her and it's all in their heads. I wrote it with them all reacting to it verbally, and they like her. Send another ask and lmk if you want me to redo this. I'm going to go ahead and release what I already wrote for now.

Here now - Steve Rogers x Fem reader. (plus a little bit of Tony, Sam, Thor, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Peter, Wanda, Vision, and Dr. Strange.)

Warnings - dark(ish), 18+ adult content, nipple piercings.

They’re never up this late, or at least they haven't been since you moved in with them. You’re the new girl still and while they’re all kind to you, you don’t fit in. It’s like they’re a family. They have history together that you just don’t. They’ve been through so much together while you just kinda just fell into it. Literally.

Yeah sure, you have super strength but it’s not something you want. Unlike most of the others, your power was something you were born with. You’ve never wanted to be a hero, you just want to be normal.

One day you were walking home from work while watching some stupid cat tik tok. You tripped and fell into this guy, tanging together with him on the sidewalk. When you looked up the entire avenger squad was running your way. Then you noticed the blood. The guy was covered in it. He had this look in his eyes that felt off. You didn't think, just punched. Your fist collided with his face, giving a satisfying crunch before he could scurry away.

Captain America got to you first and to your surprise chewed you out for your recklessness, it was quite the out of body experience. According to him, you shouldn’t have been on your phone while walking. He didn’t even say thank you or anything for catching the guy. But oh, how it made you feel with him standing over you all big with his muscles and piercing blue eyes. You should have been offended by how he was treating you but instead found yourself turned on.

Knocking out an evil villain made you a target, or so you were told. Your options were to join the avengers or live knowing that someone would probably show up in your life and either kill you or turn you into a weapon. You didn’t have much of a choice but to go with them.

That was a month ago. Since then you’ve mostly tried to stay to yourself.

Today, or rather tonight, you crave ice cream.

The freezer is always filled with all sorts of treats so you’ve made a sort of routine a few nights a week where you sneak out and eat a dessert.

You plop a hefty spoonful of vanilla ice cream into a bowl and bring the sweet treat to your lips, moaning at how good it tastes. Someone coughs and you look up into dark brown eyes.

“Oh, sorry, was this yours?” you ask Sam.

“No, you’re good, keep going.” He says, smirking as he steps back and crosses his arms.

You pause for a few minutes trying to understand what’s happening.

“Where’s Cap?” he asks.

“I don’t know?”

“Woah,” Tony’s voice rings through the air. you look up to see the whole crew walking in sans Vision and his highness, Captain America.

They look at you like you’re naked or something and it makes you feel more and more uncomfortable. Then you realize that they’re not looking at you, they’re looking at your breasts.

Fuck.

You look down and remember you’re not wearing a bra. They don't know that your nipples are pierced, or didn't know. Now they do.

“Hey, what’s everyone doing in here?” Vision walks in and looks around, knitting his brow in confusion. He looks at your nipples but doesn't seem surprised. “I don't understand.”

“I’ll explain later,” Wanda says quietly.

“Apparently nobody here has seen a nipple piercing before.” you say, rolling your eyes.

“It’s just a surprise to come in here and see you showing them off in that little outfit. I should have known, the shy ones are always the ones with fun surprises.”  Tony says.

“You should have heard her moaning a few minutes ago,” Sam chimes in.

You should walk away but your feet won’t move.

“We’re looking respectfully. Wanda says.

“I’m looking a bit disrespectful.” Natasha says. “Sorry, ”

“Why would you do that to yourself?” Bucky asks.

“You can't ask that Buck.” Bruce chides.

“I think I’m going to go to my room.” You finally say, moving towards the hallway.

“You don’t have to leave. I’ve come across many women with piercings, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”  Thor laughs.

“Yeah, don't leave, stay right there and moan more.” Clint adds.

“Well now she’s definitely going to leave,” Peter says, glaring at Clint. "and she was just starting to warm up to us. I'm tired of waiting for-" He's elbowed by Natasha.

“Children. Actual children.” Stephen sighs.

“Cap’s going to be pissed,” Tony says.

“Why?” you ask, stopping and turning around.

“She doesn't know,” Peter says.

“Know what?”

“He obviously has a thing for you,” Wanda rolls her eyes.

“So?”

“He’s old fashioned, doesn’t like anyone walking around barely clothed, let alone his girl. He gets jealous.” Bucky shrugs.

“We’re also not really supposed to have piercings,” Peter adds.

You slowly back away. “Ok, well this conversation was weird… let’s not do it again.”

You slink back into the hallway and almost reach your room when you’re pushed against the wall. You’re used to being able to push anyone off but Steve is even stronger than you. Warmth pools in your belly as you realize that you feel totally powerless for the first time in your life. Fuck, why does this turn you on so much?

“Did it hurt,” Steve whispers. He brings his fingers to a nipple and plays with it, making your knees go weak.

“When I got it, yes.”

“And now?”

“It… It feels good.”

“Good,” he purrs, groping at your breasts.

He reaches around you and opens the handle, pushing you in.

“You’ll have to get rid of them,” he says frowning.

Fire is ignited inside you.

“You can’t tell me not to get rid of them just because of your stupid sexism.”

“Oh, you misunderstand,” he says “I like them. If it was up to me you’d keep them,”

“Then why?”

“Combat and piercings don’t mix,” he shrugs.

“Piercings or not, don’t wear this outfit out of your room again,” he brushes a finger over one of the piercings. “And yes, I’m definitely being sexist.”

“I-” your breath hitches as he leans into your ear and takes a lobe in his mouth, “But you like it, don't you naughty girl?” He whispers.

You bite your lower lip and flutter your eyelashes. You should say something, anything. He backs off of you and opens your door.

“Welcome to the team,” he smirks before leaving.

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Burning for love; JJK [03]

Contents: Smut, little bit of dirty talk, supernatural themes, romance, fluff, unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello angels, sorry for the LONG wait, was so busy with school and depressing myself, but here it is, I tried to do my best and please also remember that English is not my first language be kind (😩), sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy it and take care besties! 💖

Jungkook was insatiable, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you, he has already fuck you senseless on the kitchen counter, the sofa, the living room floor, the restroom sink, simply everywhere, but he seem to want more and more and more, he wanted so much that you could hardly believe it.

Right now you were waking up, feeling incredibly good, feeling like everything was fine, but those emotions were gone as soon as common sense started to come back to you. Yesterday, Jungkook’s hands everywhere, that incredible first orgasm, but the one who made it happen… His scent, his bright eyes, strong arms making you feel like you can do it all, but above all the interest he had in you, what makes you feel on cloud nine it’s the way he seemed to be mesmerized by your expressions and sounds, knowing right where to touch without a doubt. Almost every space in your skin was painted by the ferocity with which he seems to love you, that marks on your skin being the carnal representation of your wonderful night but insecurities started to rise right at this moment, your mother will be mad, she will yell at you that in the pack were more suitable omegas for alpha Jungkook, the nasty glances and the possibility that some of the females in the pack may try to take what is yours, damn, the mere thought of it makes your eyes turn bright red provoked by the sudden rage coursing through your body. Immediately sensing the unpleasant feelings in you Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and drops of water running down his body, making your mouth water, so just like magic your body and inner wolf instruct you to crawl to the end of the bed and touch him, to offer yourself to him, second thoughts completely forgotten by now so you follow your instincts and touch and admire from his hard abdomen to caressing his broad shoulders and just show him that look in your eyes, the one he knows like the back of his hand consequence of all the hours spent admiring and getting to know your body.

“Little girl woke up hungry?”

A hand of his goes to your waist and the other caress your cheek and just like fire can light up the darkest place your senses explode inside of you and once again everything feels a hundred times more, all the textures around you, you can hear the sounds of children and women playing in the distance, even the steps of the smallest animal but his deep chuckle brings you to him again and you feel like melting. Even kneeling at the edge of the bed he is much taller than you, (like a shelter for the most difficult moments in life), warm and golden skin beneath your fingertips and the delicious beating of his heart calming all your nerves and insecurities.

You look right back at him with the same intensity, different shades of golden dancing in your eyes while his are different shades of deep purple, the connection between both of you more palpable than never, trying not to break the eye contact you turn your face to his nearest scent gland, which means is his wrist, basking yourself in his delicious aroma.

“I see what you are at puppy, but I’m afraid that I can only deal with you once before I leave”

His last words hit you hard making you feel like drowning and desperate from one moment to another.

“Are you leaving?, I thought that this days… Were for us”

He can see your teary eyes making him wish he had never said that, breaking his heart a little.

“Don’t be like that baby, I will make sure to end that meeting as soon as I can to come back to your arms but you will have to be a good girl and wait here”

You know he is in a hurry but you can not help but want submit to his wonderful hands and simply seduce him to have him eating out of the palm of your hand, have him only for yourself and memorize all his features.

“You promised it, you said you were going to make me a priority always, you lied to me”

You weren’t usually like this, but when he is around your common sense flies out of the window, so while you're throwing a tantrum and moving uncontrollably under his body he grows impatient and his alpha instincts kick in, putting with undeniably force both your wrists above your head and growls, the signal he’s giving you to submit, the air in the bedroom changing its way.

“Pretty girls know how to wait and to obey their alphas, I already told you I was sorry puppy and remember that I don’t fucking owe apologies to anyone, if I knew this wasn’t important I would have told them to fuck up, you should know your place baby, but good news for you, I’m feeling like even though you have been a little bit of a bad girl you deserve to remember me all over this pretty skin while I’m gone, isn’t that what my puppy wanted, huh?”

He manhandles you until you’re comfortably seated en his strong tights, holding his gaze you can see all the things he wants you to know, all that shit that cannot be said, all the things that are not expressed in a good way by putting them into words, so instead you will use your bond and body.

“Sit on my dick slow baby, make it hurt so you have something to remember, get yourself full of my pups”

And you do as you are told, you slip right where you belong to, starting to bounce yourself slow and hard but even though it feels like heaven you feel like you’re going to die because he doesn’t touch you, he is just watching.

“Touch me please or I’m going to hit you hard”

He laughs but you know he's holding back the urge to order you around.

“I love when my little girl turns all bossy”

You wiggle your hips not exactly knowing where to look but what makes you let out a loud moan of his name is the way he thrusts his incredible hips harder than you had planned, tip of his touching the spongy spot that makes you meet god in person.

“If I’m not gonna have you for a while at least show me that fierce side of you one more time baby, gods above, look at you, bouncing tits and pretty face with an even prettier voice filling my ears of pretty sounds, fuck puppy, turn around and see yourself on the mirror”

You tell him to wait a second because you want to remember him like this, beneath your body and that playful smirk but when you do turn a little your face to see the image that bites back at you is incredible, you even smile don’t exactly recognizing you but looking damn hot on top of your man. You can’t with the feelings so the first thing that comes to your mind is to grab a hold of some of his beautiful locks of hair and tug hard, enough for him to gain some more lustful rage and suddenly slam you in the mirror that both of you were looking a moment ago with such excitement, what brings you back to reality of the pleasure that does nothing but increase is the manly hand grabbing at your jaw, making it open slightly, enough for him to spit on it. And you fucking love it.

“That’s a good mate baby, swallow it all and show me”

All this time he hasn’t stopped that sinful hips of his so at this time it’s starting to hurt and you begin to loose all your grips but you now that he will catch you anyways.

All you are feeling is incredible, you fell full, satisfied. Your throat feels hoarse but it doesn’t matter as you held gazes once again, but it’s the whole moment, your own bubble. Watching his pretty eyes you realize that you have won in live, entirely.

“You don’t have a fucking idea of how bad I want to mount you everywhere until I know you are really pregnant, hell baby I love you so fucking much”

He is right in front of your face, both of your moths open but your not kissing, now he’s the one grabbing your hair into a fist but he can do whatever he wants with you right now and all you will say is thank you.

You’re both touching the finish lines and it’s then that you wonder if this is how it will always be, hot, sweaty and just incredible.

He kiss you right at the final, where both of you have reached the peak, smiling at each other like fools but entirely living the dream.

[...]

You know that Jungkook told you to not leave the room until he was back but you were really hungry and needing some fresh air, so knowing that maybe everyone was serving him in that meeting you dared to head for the nearest kitchen to just grab something and come back. You are happy when no one approach you on the way, focusing on the task to make you a quick drink and cut up some fruit.

You feel happy and complete, at ease with the environment despite missing your alpha a bit, but your clothes and body still smell like him so that’s something for now. That’s the same reason why you don’t hear the pretty and stealthy she-wolf approaching the kitchen, watching you closely.

“It stinks in here, you must have had a very good night young lady”

You jump a little because you are not supposed to see anybody in the sensitive state in which you now find yourself.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to be here”

You murmured your words shyly so low that if it were not for the incredible senses of the lycanthrope body, the girl would have miss it.

She chuckles lightly and by her smell you know that she is a rare breed of a female alpha, but right now every smell its simply too much, almost unpleasant.

“No worries baby, no one else is here but me”

She is a little intimidating to be honest and It’s evident that she knows clearly what to do to get what she wants.

“I should… Probably go”

You try to rush towards the exit in order to feel protected inside the four walls where everything smells like Jungkook but just as you are about to walk through the door the pretty girl grabs you a little hard enough to make you let out a whimper. And it’s that exact moment that lets you know that something is awfully wrong, that you should have never left the room.

“Where are you going?, let me talk to you for a moment, I never had the pleasure of knowing you formally”

You know that she can her your heart beating uncontrollably and smell the fear mixed with nerves.

“Don’t be scared pretty thing just wanted to chat with you”

There’s something strange in her, something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“This shouldn’t be happening, I’m sorry but I really should get back to-”

While interrupting you she is also forcing you to sit on the small benches that are situated in the kitchen only to bring you to a full state of discomfort and nervousness.

“Is Jungkook really into you honey?”

The sudden questions makes you blink twice and hold a breath, this seems like a pointless conversation, she didn’t even try to do some more small talk .

“Pardon…?”

“Oh my, was I too direct?”

You still don’t see the clarity of the conversation because to your eyes she looks like a lunatic, asking questions about of nowhere.

“Honey, it’s just… Have you never heard what is whispered around the pack, about him and the pretty girl of the Kim pack or even worse… The boy with the deadly beauty from the Park family”

You do have heard the rumors, they were too strong when you were younger and more naive.

“I’m afraid that… I can’t help you with anything, I should really go…”

She puts his body in front of yours so that both of her arms are locked on the wall behind you, blocking any way out.

“Damn, just listen to me for a fucking second, I thought that you knew what was best for you”

You sit still because her harsh words came out more like an alpha command and you just couldn’t fight your true nature.

“Good girl”

You would never imagined that such a mundane phrase would disgust you so much.

“I know you don’t like me wolfie but I have been very well aware of the second thoughts that run at full speed in your little head about the bond that you share with that man”

if you had one wish, you would ask to disappear from this awful situation, if only you had listened to your alpha…

“I don’t understand what you want from me, please just let me go, I’m not going to tell Jungkook”

The female alpha just laughs a little, like you have said to her the funniest thing ever.

“He and I are at the same rank honey and of course you will not tell him anything, I have something that might interest you.”

Your posture is defensive but when she says that she backs a little and you take the opportunity to relax only little bit, a new look of curiosity in your angelic and innocent features.

“I don’t want to upset you honey but look at yourself for a second and tell me if you see yourself as the perfect representation of a good mate for someone like him”

She can easily see the insecurity cross your features because if anything has been bothering you since you found out about the bond it is that.

“I have the perfect solution to all of your concerns baby, there’s someone far more suited to take your place. Look at your neck, he hasn’t even marked you, but really, don’t worry and don’t overthink it, he will be in good hands. I know someone who can make the arrangements, all safe and of course you will be having a far more suited alpha”

It’s really stupid, but you actually think about it, as if all the previous moments with him didn't matter. At the end of the day all you're looking for is his well-being and happiness, isn't it?

People are going to talk, that's for sure, but you could assure him better commentaries and a better future, even if it's not by your side, but what will happen with the few moments that both of you have shared?

“In case you were wondering… No, you will not remember, everything will be gone as soon as the bond is broken. Just think about it for a second, remember all your insecurities and the bad feelings while being his mate, that must be annoying, let yourself be happy, both of you”

You are deep in your thoughts so you miss the way her canines grow in size and that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“I… I’ll do it”

Call yourself a fool, but that tempting offer was enough for you to maybe, just maybe get yourself a better life, but above all a better life and opportunities for him… Or at least that was what your insecure brain thought.

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

a/n- i hate this but oh well

word count- 1.0k

warnings- crying, death, bad mental state, panic attack

His white hair billowed despite the lack of wind, framing his wizened face as he fell. Grey and silver robes swirled around him. Vivid green glinted off his half moon spectacles. His fall slowed, the grass getting closer and closer to him- 

And Albus Dumbledore was dead. A dull thump sounded as he hit the ground. Serene as ever, while splayed out in the lawn under the Astronomy Tower.

Draco couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. He heard his aunt’s maniacal laughter, the swish of her wand as she cast the Dark Mark into the sky. He felt her tight grip on his arm, dragging him down the winding staircase as she cackled in delight.

��Draco,” She purred, a terrifying grin spreading across her face. “The Dark Lord will be so disappointed in you.”

Draco bit his lip harshly, fighting down the bile rising from his stomach into his throat.

He was vaguely aware of his fingernails digging into his palm, the sharp press of them against the soft skin, keeping him grounded.

Now they were in the hallway, flickering torchlight illuminating the paintings in a ghostly. Draco’s heart was beating out of his chest. He nearly killed him. He shuddered and gasped, closing his eyes and stopping.

Bellatrix noticed, her face twisting into a sneer that was terrifyingly similar to his father’s. 

Suddenly, the mark on her arm burned a dark green, causing her to screech with delight. Draco’s remained still.

With one last leering smile, she pressed her fingers to the mark and disappeared in a whirl of inky darkness.

I’m alone.

Draco ran a hand through his hair, destroying all that remained of his intricate style. He needed to go somewhere. Needed to see someone. But who? His friends had all but abandoned him. His parents had all but disowned him. Snape had all but killed him. No one was left.

With that lovely thought in his head, he made his way quietly back to the dungeons, his heart beating out of his chest. Getting caught by a prefect, especially Granger or Weasley, would be the icing on the cake of his awful evening.

~

Draco sat on his bed, his head in his hands. A soft cry escaped his lips. His vision blurred, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. He curled up on his bed, crying quietly into his pillow.

I’m alone.

He was spiraling downwards, downwards, into a pit of despair. Draco had never been able to control his emotions, but now was a whole new level. He was out of control of his own body, feeling like a robot as he ordered himself to perform basic movements.

Sometimes, he had to remind himself to eat. To sleep. To breathe. 

He felt like he was drowning in himself. 

I’m alone.

His bed creaked, dipping slightly on the other side. He turned his head, his mouth falling open with shock.

Y/N.

As children, they had been two peas in a pod. Partners in crime. Exploring each others houses and the forest together.

But they had gotten older, and grown apart. Draco couldn’t recall the last time the’d interacted more than a ‘hello’ or a wave in the hallway.

She smiled slightly, but it was a sad smile, not at all like the usual toothy grin that she constantly sported.

“Your mum told me what happened.”

Draco’s heart dropped into his stomach. 

“Listen, Y/N, I can explain, I-I-”

“Draco.”

Her voice was calm, reassuring, and steady. 

“Me too.”

It was then when he noticed the tears in her eyes, which were surrounded by dark circles, the way she protectively gripped her left forearm, and the fact that her voice was quiet and slightly raspy, indicating a lack of use. 

“No,” He gasped.

“It shattered my soul, Draco, but they’d kill me otherwise,” She confessed, scooting closer to Draco.

He sat up too, their shoulders pressing against each others. Draco couldn’t recall the last time someone had touched him. It felt like icy water on a balmy summer’s day, satisfying a thirst that he had no idea was gnawing at his sanity until it was quenched. 

The room was dark, except for a stream of moonlight shining through the window.

Draco felt his breathing become shallow.  No, no, not now. Not with her in the room. 

It was too hot, the air was too thick, the room was too small. 

No.

“Draco?” Her voice seemed to be coming from far away, floating into his mind.

Her arms were around him. It was so warm, so comforting, that he started to cry again. 

No, no, no. 

“Draco, love, I need you to breathe for me,” She murmured, rubbing his back gently.

Love. 

He forced air into his body, small pants escaping his lips. His heart was beating out of his chest. 

“You’re okay, Draco. I’m here.”

He felt his heart jolt at the positive realization. She was here. In this moment, he was not alone.

“I’m sorry you had to put up with me,” He muttered into her shoulder.

“Draco, being with you is never an ordeal. If I wanted to leave, I would have. But I care about you, and you’re clearly not okay. You don’t need to tell me everything now or ever, but I want to you feel better. Now, I can tell you’re about to retort-” Draco laughed in agreement,” But please try to get some rest. You need it.”

“Should I be offended by that?”

“No, you should be thankful that I care.”

It was a joking tone, but he could feel the weight behind her words. His former best friend really did care. A lot. Maybe they’d become friends again. Yes, it was impossible that the dynamic between them would be the same after what they’d gone through, but they were Draco and Y/N. Partners in crime.

With the feeling of her arms around him, it was not at all hard for Draco to drift into a deep sleep for the first time since the past summer. 

[oomderoom]

The Thing I Wanted (Jeord SS)

https://satoruyamaguti.com/ss/178

Haven’t seen other translations around of this yet, so if there aren’t hopefully this is of interest, though I doubt I got it perfectly so take it with a grain of salt. This is short story by the author focused on Jeord’s perspective.

(A story from early childhood to around the time after Katarina’s kidnapping)

I was always bothered by the feeling of waiting for something I really wanted. However, I could no longer remember what it was.

‘Prince Jeord is really wonderful.’

‘Prince Jeord is perfect, isn’t he?’

Though I was showered with praises meant to flatter me, my heart wasn’t moved by it at all. If I simply put on a smile and said whatever the other party wanted to hear they’d be satisfied. The world was terribly boring. There was nothing particularly unpleasant but neither was there anything particularly interesting. All I knew was days all the same passing monotonously by.

During this daily life, matters began to become a little troublesome for me when my second oldest brother got engaged. More and more people began to speak of the certain engagement of Prince Jeord too. Therefore, I decided to get engaged to the daughter of the most suitable, politically neutral Claes house, Katarina Claes. With this, the trouble would be over, and I could expect to return without change to my boring everyday life.

However when I went to see Katarina Claes in person to discuss our engagement, it turned out that from that point on my life greatly changed. Getting led around by Katarina, who was like nothing I’d known before, colour entered my colourless world and I learnt of feelings within myself that had been unknown to me before then.

‘The sky is blue. It’s beautiful…’

Unbelievably, I murmured such a trifling thing while lying down on the grass and looking upwards, surprising myself. If I hadn’t met Katarina, I definitely wouldn’t have done anything like lying down on the grass. Speaking of her, she was the one who recommended I lie down on the grass, but she’d gone back indoors, saying that ‘I forgot my snack to eat outside’ and going to fetch it. 

For a short while I lay like that until I heard the sound of energetic footsteps approaching me. It seemed Katarina had come back. At first I thought I’d just greet her normally but for some reason I got the feeling of wanting to tease her, so I closed my eyes and tried to feign being asleep. How will she react?

‘Eh, Prince Jeord, you fell asleep?’

As I hoped, the returned Katarina thought I was asleep. Wondering what she’d do, I kept my eyes closed. It appeared like she sat down beside me.

Before long, I felt a kind and gentle warmth on my head. At first I didn’t understand what it was, but before too long I realised it was Katarina’s hand. Her hand was slowly stroking my head. As she did so, she said, ‘it’s okay, it’s okay.’

Not understanding what was happening, I froze up. But I thought about it for a little while and, come to think of it, I actually had accidentally dozed off in front of Katarina a little earlier and, as I recall, had a nightmare. Katarina quickly woke me up and, though I didn’t even remember what happened in the dream very well, was worried about me. So she was probably treating me like this so that I wouldn’t have another bad dream while I was sleeping.

What should I do? Somehow, it’d gotten hard to open my eyes.

No way. I didn’t see this coming. What a problem.

Ah, Katarina’s hand, it felt really nice though. There was a warm, full feeling in my chest.

Somehow, I strangely felt like I’d found the ‘something’ I’d always wanted.

I decided to pretend to sleep a little longer.

I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of the ceiling of my room in the school dormitory. Then I realised that I was lying in my bed and had been asleep.

Nevertheless, what a nostalgic dream I had. That was a scene from around the time I’d not yet met Katarina. It ended with me acting like I’d just awoken and getting up.

We were children at the time but, well, thinking about it now, it was actually very embarrassing.

I wonder why I had that kind of dream?

Perhaps because I’m feeling weak for the first time in a while. Indeed, for the first time in a very long time, my physical condition was terrible.

I had headed out since I had official business as a prince and unfortunately ended up pummelled by driving wind and rain. After that I did not readily rest and simply headed straight back to the academy; therefore, I ended up breaking out in a fever. Since I was young I had taken good care of my health and so had rarely fallen ill. For me this was honestly my first blunder in a while. I thought if I slept my condition would swiftly improve, however it seems my fever won’t budge so easily.

My head is so muddled. 

It’s still hopeless huh… let’s sleep a little longer. As my eyes closed, I caught the sound of my servant calling something outside the door. I reflexively replied though honestly with my vacant mind I didn’t process it at all. I suspect the servant was just coming in with an errand or somesuch. Any other person who was admitted to my chambers would certainly be of status but I don’t particularly care.

Feeling my eyes close for the second time, I entrusted my body to the forcefully approaching slumber.

During that slumber, I felt myself gently stirred by something warm and gentle lightly touching my head. It felt so good that the words, ‘it feels good… more…’ slipped out.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay. May you get well soon,’ I heard a kind voice say.

Lulled by the sensation of that pleasant voice, I drifted into a deep sleep. As I was memorising the sensation I realised that my chest felt warm and my heart full.

Opening my eyes for the second time, my head felt terribly refreshed.

Somehow or other, my fever seemed to have gone down. This time I ended up sleeping soundly without any dreams.

…No, I get the sense I did still experience something like a nostalgic dream, but since I was so out of it I can’t remember what.

Feeling completely refreshed, I got out of bed, whereupon I noticed on the table a bag I had no recollection of. It must be some matter that escaped my notice while I was resting. Perhaps a servant left it when I was unconscious?

Picking up the bag, I peeked inside and saw a message in familiar writing that read: ‘Rest up and get well soon.’

Having identified the writing, I immediately called for a servant and enquired about the bag. As expected, the servant told me that Katarina had come on a sick visit. Furthermore, they mentioned that there had been a brief moment when I roused and responded, had I not?

As it transpired, at that time what the servant had said was, ‘Lady Katarina has come to visit you. May she come through?’

When I, only half-awake, vaguely heard this, I allowed Katarina to come through. Additionally, though I had said it was fine, I was once more asleep by the time she came in.

It goes without saying that I was embarrassed by her seeing my sleeping face, but what occupied my mind most as I listened to this story was the dream from before and the event I’d been dwelling on; that feeling of being gently caressed.

If that was reality, then that means it had been Katarina’s hand on my head, stroking my head like when we were children.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay. I hope you get better soon.’

If I recall correctly, the voice then too was the familiar sound of her voice.

Basically, during the time that I was half-asleep, I had my head stroked by Katarina and was spoken to in such a way… Even though I’d found it embarrassing even when we were children, at this age such things were… Moreover, I was put so at ease by it that I fell into a deep sleep. Just like a small child.

I realised my face had gotten hot.

If it was noticed by the servant, he probably thought my fever had come back or something.

‘I am fine now, so please leave me,’ I told the servant and they thus left the room.

Now the sole occupant, if I had turned my gaze to the mirror I would have seen the reflection of a pathetic man with a bright red face.

Ah, moreover, I have the feeling that I, ugh, let slip something like ‘it feels good, more.’

I completely remember.

Overwhelmed by shame I buried my face in my hands.

Ahh, next time I see Katarina, what kind of face do I make?

I spent a while alone in my room agonising over the embarrassment.

However, despite ruminating so much, if Katarina saw me looking well again and said, ‘Prince Jeord, you got better, huh? I’m glad’ with a smile, all those thoughts would cease to matter. With that I would simply be filled with happiness and my love for her and embrace her with all my heart.

[formenis]

Lesson

Anon asked: “ Can you do a scenario where L hasn't sleep in a while and it got to the point where even the Task Force is worried about him so Watari calls L's secret S/O and she comes barging into HQ and starts yelling at L that he is getting sleep or she is drugging him so he will sleep and L just follows behind her like a love-sick puppy“

A/N: please everyone, let’s give L so much love! Our best detective needs some rest sometimes.

And consider English is not my first language so I’m sorry about all the mistakes you’ll find. I’m trying to improve.

pairing: L x fem!reader

warning: nope

requested: yes

Y/A = your alias

Once Watari said: «L has no internal clockwork or any concept of time. After 102 hours of staying awake, he slept for almost 17 hours» and for him it was not enough.

If you think it's strange, well you don't know L. He goes to the toilette by himself with open doors and slightly changed sitting position. Since he likes clearness, he bathes frequently. But he never washes himself; he just sits in Watari's special "human washer" which includes drying functions.

L is rather picky with regards to clothing, there are always ten or so identical sets of clothes prepared for him. But he cannot put them on by himself…no, rather, he never feels like doing it (Watari has to say something like "banzai" to tell L to lift his arms). Most of the time, he is in his room, sitting motionlessly in that position.

But Y/N L/N knows it very well. She is L's girlfriend for a long time and she is used to L's particular (and almost non-existent) routine. That's her patience and kind personality that caught L's attention. It all started when Y/N went at the Wammy's House for a job interview. They were searching for a new teacher and Y/N satisfied all the prerequisites. During her probationary period all children fell in love with their new teacher, so patient and gentle even with the most spiteful kid.

When Roger Ruvie, the Wammy's House manager when Watari was not there, sent his observations about this new candidate, L agreed in hiring her. And when he met her in person he was hypnotised by her. The children were right, she was special: Y/N became the mother, the sister, the aunt and the friend those children didn’t have. This captured the attention and the interest of the greatest detective in the world.

It didn’t take long for both Y/N and L to fall for each other: the young teacher was attracted by his intellect and by his gaze, so deep and mysterious; on the other hand, L was mesmerized by her personality and by her smirk she had whenever she was right about something. But the thing that convinced L that Y/N was the right one for him was when she beat him at chess.

«Checkmate»  

At first, L didn’t pay attention to what she said but when he observed the chessboard he couldn’t hide his surprise. «Miss L/N…you won»  

«That's what I said»

But back to the present. Y/N was at the Wammy's House checking the homework of her little students when Roger entered her classroom.

«Miss L/N, there's a call for you»

«Ah yes, thank you Roger» Y/N answers at the phone placed on her desk. «Hello?»

«Miss L/N, it's Watari» the old and warm voice of Quillsh Wammy (as known as Watari) echoed through the receiver.

«Good afternoon Watari, I was correcting some homework. Do you need something?»

«It's about L»

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Since the beginning of the Kira case, L moved to Japan. He changed hotel every week until Watari finished the new HQ and for the task-force was compulsory not to use any electronic devices when they were with him. This meant L couldn’t call his beloved Y/N that often and he started to miss her.

In order to solve as fast as he could the Kira case, he dived in the work for entire days and nights. Sugar cubes and coffee were his meals and he almost refused to sleep. He focused his mind and all his being to the case.

At first, the task-force wasn’t that concerned since they realised L had particular habits. But week after week, month after month, the situation got worse. His eyebags became darker and heavier, his skin became more white than his shirt and in general he looked really sickly.

«Uhm Ryuzaki? Did you sleep last night?» Soichiro Yagami asked him, there was worry on his face.

«When the Kira case will be solved I'll sleep» L replied rather tiredly despite his monotone voice didn’t express it. But Watari, who was with them serving ice-cream to everyone, noticed it immediately. He couldn’t bear such sight, he had to do something so he made a decision: if nobody could convince L to rest, then Miss Y/N L/N will.

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«That's why I need you here, Miss L/N»

«He didn’t sleep for how much, Watari?! Are you serious?»

«Unfortunately yes. He dedicated every part of his being to the case. And by "every part" I mean literally every part of him»

«I can't believe it. I'm coming there, Watari»

«Very well, Miss L/N»

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

When Y/N arrives in Japan she was truly amazes by that country, so full of life, lights and culture. She can't believe it's the same country where Kira is killing. However, at the moment she can only think about L. She is so worried about him and about his well-being: he can be so odious and stubborn about his work that he would gladly renounce to his health if it meant to solve a case.

Y/N is boiling from rage, L went too far. If he falls ill how can he solve the case? Despite the anger she feels, she is excited too: it's been months since she saw or heard L. She misses him so much…but at the same time she wants to scold him.

«He is more hard-headed than the children at the Wammy's!» Y/N mutters at Watari, who is driving the car. With an excuse, he left the HQ to go at the airport to pick Y/N up and now they were coming back.

«Yes, I know.  It's the reason I called you…you are the only one who can convince Ryuzaki»

During the way towards the HQ, Watari informs her about the Kira case, the task-force and all L's suspects. At the same time Y/N warns him about all the new prodigies at the orphanage. The old man smiles kindly when he sees, through rear-view mirror, how Y/N's eyes shine when she started to talk about her students.

After an hour, the two of them arrives at this famous HQ: twenty-three floors aboveground and two floors belowground; Watari said there is a helipad on the roof of the building but the structure is designed so that the helipad and the two helicopters on it cannot be seen by those looking at the building from the exterior.

«Miss L/N, please use the back stairs. I deactivated the cameras so you can reach the monitoring room without being watched by Ryuzaki»

«Alright Watari, thanks»

Y/N did as instruct by him and takes the back stairs in order to reach the elevator. In her mind, Y/N is preparing the discourse to do at L: it doesn't matter if his colleagues are with him, he has to come to terms with her and starting to have a regular and healthy routine.

In the monitoring room nobody has any idea that the greatest detective's girlfriend is there in the same building as them. Actually they don’t know that L has a girlfriend either. So when the task-force see a young woman spread open the main door of the monitoring room they are quite shocked.

«Who is she?» Matsuda looked up from the papers in his hands. Shortly after that, all the other men looked up as well.

«L!»

That voice distracted L from his dossiers and through the reflection on his laptop he recognises Y/N. His lips become a thin line, a sudden rush of thoughts and emotions hits L at the same time. Why is she there? Something bad happened at the Wammy's House? Is it because he cuts ties with everyone during the investigations? Confusion, concern, worry, alarm…fear yet happiness, because he can see her after long time. L is overwhelmed.

«Everyone, please meet Miss Y/A, Ryuzaki's significant other» Watari introduces her at the task-force and each member gasped in shock.

«L! Watari told me you refused to eat properly, to sleep properly…to live properly!»

Ryuzaki spins his swivel chair towards her so Y/N has the chance to look better at him: hollow face, paler skin colour, dark and heavy eyebags. «Y/A, please, I'm not one of your student»

L is somehow relieved that Y/N was there because of him and not because something terrible happened to her or to the children at the orphanage. So he half-sighs in relief when she started to complain about is health.

«Well, you seem like one in this moment! I cannot bear seeing you like this, you know how much important health is for everyone. The lack of sleep or an unregulated diet will affect your mind and your efficiency will decrease! And how can you catch Kira if you're tired?»

Ah, how much L misses those cute "telling-offs". It is clearly Y/N's professional deformation: she worries about people and strangers as much as she does with the children at the Wammy's. So when she finishes her discourse, L couldn’t hide a wide smile.

«I guess you're right, Y/A» L pretended to be sorry but the truth is that he loves seeing that part of Y/N's personality.

«Of course I am! Now let's start from the sleeping part!» she walks closer to him and grabs the wrist. Then she drags him out of the monitoring room leading towards the bedroom. In L's eyes, admiration and love can be seen while Y/N continues with her discourse about a new healthy routine he has to start.

Right before entering the bedroom L stops and hugs Y/N from behind, his arms are around her chest now. «Y/N…you have no idea how much I missed you»

She smiles, removing her teacher mask for a moment, and looks at him. «I missed you too, cutie pie»

L rubs slightly his cheeks against hers in a cute act of affection. Having her in his arm is such a relief for him, L can sense a strong wave of tiredness on his shoulders. «Will you rest with me?»

«Of course~» Y/N caresses his dark hair, something she really misses doing. «I'll stay with you from now on»

[icyteaa]

TCF HEADCANON

[Being alive is the best, isn't it?]

Part 1

White Star, their worst enemy that tries to bring despair to the world, have been defeated. Everyone on the battlefield saw his body slowly fall from above with root as big as a dagger stabbed his heart. And without them knowing the reason, the body gradually disappeared; like ash that swapped away by the wind. Left beautiful white embers in the air.

But there is no one who could shout to celebrate their victory. Nor they can hug each other out of the overwhelming feeling. It's like there is something chocking their throat and their body stiffly stands as their head focuses on the body that falls together with the enemy; it's their hero, Commander Cale Henituse.

The weak and pale body slowly fell after smiling when he finally defeated the enemy. But there is not a single one who was happy to see their dear hero fall as the last thing the alliance armies could see was the closest comrades of the hero shouting his name while rushed toward the unconscious body.

The one who was always beside Cale, Raon, panicked when he saw the body falls. But grown up to be more mature and composed in this kind situation, he didn't just freeze as he cast his human body so he could fall smoothly while Raon tried to communicate with all his family that rushed toward Cale to find the person that maybe could heal him soon, Saint Jack.

They were all transported toward one of the buildings in Puzzle city where Saint Jack healing the allied armies who were wounded while clashing on the battlefield. Everyone was crowded in the room where Cale tried to be healed by Jack. They felt as much pain as they saw their idiot young master that always sacrificed himself wail in pain while he fainted. All his body was filled with his own blood. There is a hole in his chest, where exactly the root had stabbed to his heart before; the sacrifice Cale should endure to make the weapon to kill White Star.

No, they didn't even know it was possible. And again, Cale always makes himself take all the heavy responsibility in his weak shoulder.

The only ones who didn't present there were Alberu and Rosalyn, because they should let all his subordinates, armies and mages know their victory. Calm the innocent citizen that felt terror because of this battle, and announce to all people that they had killed their worst enemy that could make this world filled with despair.

"I... couldn't heal him." All eyes move toward the Saint that uses his power in the last fifteen minutes to heal Cale. His body slumped as his breath got messy and irregular; his face and back full of sweat, but his eyes focused toward the red head that still didn't get any better even if Jack had used all his power. Why?— he felt so frustrated. Jack can even heal creatures with death attribute now, then why can't he heal the one who has the righteous qualified to be healed? Why is someone who always helps everyone, someone with a very good deed, should endure this pain alone?

Jack can feel someone putting their hand on his shoulder. He turned towards the person. It was Choi Han who was mute himself until now. He could feel the cryptic tremble in the man's hand, but Jack shut himself when he saw the serious look on Choi Han's face. "What do you think, Eruhaben-nim?" Everyone's eyes turned again toward the golden hair that just standing in front of the bed side with eyes just focuses toward the unlucky kid that he is always fond of. He sighed and closed his eyes tightly, "We can't do anything about him."

Everyone gets chaotic when they hear it. Especially the kids: Raon, On and Hong, who are already crying as they surrounded their beloved parental figure. But Eruhaben makes them shut again with his magic. They can see the same frustrated looks in the ancient dragon as he explained more, "I thought because the Saint's power gets stronger than before now, he can do something about it. But it looks like Cale needs to heal himself."

Eruhaben continued as he saw serious looks in everyone's faces focused towards him. "The situation in his body is really a mess right now. All his ancient powers were deemed because they tried to let his restoration power work as fast as possible. But because his heart, where the restoration power is placed, got damaged, it will not be easy." He turned toward Cale again when the man grunted with pain, "What we can do now is wait. He will pass out as long as he needs to heal himself. Just like anytime he fainted before."

Everyone wasn't satisfied with this situation, of course. But just like Eruhaben said, there is nothing they can do. Even after Alberu came with the best royal doctors Roan Kingdom has, the only thing they can do is treat the wound in Cale's chest with the hope that it will make the progress of Cale's restoration get faster.

The banquet was held as a celebration of their victory a few days later. As a face of the kingdom that contributes the most, Alberu the Crown Prince, Rosalyn as commander of mage brigades and a few commanders of their armies, as well as the head of another kingdom such as Toonka, Valentino, Litana and Jopis, need to attend the banquet even if they don't feel like they are winning already. Not before their hero woke up from his long collapse.

Everyone wants to know what their hero, Cale's condition is, especially because rumours have circulated about what sacrifice Cale's pull to kill the enemies. But Alberu keeps the information just for a few closest comrades and Cale's family. Cale's body is transported to the royal palace so the doctors can keep in check with Cale's condition, and Alberu lets the children as well as Cale's other comrades; Choi Han, Molans duo, Eruhaben, Mary, Rosalyn and Lock to stay in the palace as long as they want.

They felt worried, of course. But because this case—where Cale fainted for a very long time isn't the first time they have gone through, they can feel a bit calm now. Because Cale always woke up. Their family still breath. Their precious young master started to heal himself. They can wait as long as needed if it means they can see the tender, lazy AF but caring Cale waking up one day. That's too what makes the children still eat their meals properly and take care of their own health. They didn't want Cale to see them sick when he woke up.

One month. Cale is still in bed, fainting; breathing slowly and healing slowly too. The wound healed slower than the doctors predicted. It was assumed because the root Cale stabbed to his chest, not just any roots. But still, Cale makes progress.

The children are always beside him. Just wake up when they need to take a bath or get their meals. They like to feel a vague warm Cale gush from his body. Not as warm as he woke up, but still made them comfortable. Give them hope he will wake up someday.

Ron always takes care of Cale's body. Keeps him clean and changes his clothes once a day. He keeps Cale nutrients with infusion the doctors gave. Take care of Cale's hair as it is and cut it when the hair gets longer. Ron and Baecrox too were the ones who take care of their family who want to stay on Cale's side.

Choi Han always stands beside the bed or in front of the room to keep Cale safe. Alberu said Choi Han didn't need to do it because the guard had protected this palace, but he felt uneasy. Choi Han worried about Cale that it would make him want to stand or do something. The only thing he can do now is stand guard, to keep away from the bad thought about why he can keep Cale safe and why Cale never told them about his extreme method of stabbing himself. Choi Han had firm his resolve to keep Cale in check more thoroughly, so Cale can't do the same thing again in the future.

Eruhaben just stays still on the bed side. His eyes turned toward Cale or the window nearest him. Cursing the kid that always had unlucky fate but still refused when they told him to take a proper rest. He felt dumbfounded by himself; the thought of losing someone he is fond of really makes me uneasy. He was contemplating their conversation when Cale said, someday he will want to be healthy and have a long life. And now, Eruhaben wants it. He wants to see the children as well as the family formed—the gods know from when—and stay on their side. It's an amusing feeling, but Eruhaben admitted it's not bad.

Rosalyn, Lock and Mary did not stay as long as the others did. Rosalyn, as one of the heroes with the most contribution, is accepted as the new head of Magic Tower that will be built in a free city between Roan Kingdom and Mogoru Empire. That is why she is very busy right now. But still, she will take time to stop by in Cale's room.

Lock went back to the Forest of Darkness after a week. He still has siblings he should take care of. But everyone who stayed told him they would take care of Cale well so he could rest assured. That's the case for Mary too. She went back to the Underground City to help the dark elf to build another city on the surface because Valentino had agreed to give the restricted place for elves under Roan Kingdom territory.

Alberu is one of the busiest person right now. He wants to change the kingdom into an empire and there are lots of administrative things he should arrange to do it. He will keep busy with the coronation as the first emperor of the Roan Empire too after that. It makes him have migraines sometimes, but he always had time to stop by Cale's room with a box full of cookies. He felt a bit easier when he saw the cheerful looks on children's faces. Of course, as a sworn brother, he felt worried about his stupid sacrificial dongsaeng, but he would just stare at Cale and curse in his breath without sound. He didn't want the children to feel down if he mentioned all his complaints to their father figure.

Everyone who fought with Cale on the battlefield stopped in Cale's palace as much as they could. It just shows how much Cale had reached everyone's hearts without him even realizing. Saint Jack and Hannah come by often too. One day they brought the news about the coronation of Rex as the first emperor from a commoner family. It was controversial but at least the citizens of Mogoru Empire themselves had accepted it because there is no one who qualified more than him when it comes to saving them from the incident made by their former Imperial Prince, Adin.

Three months. It was very long for them, but Cale still remains the same. The wound in Cale's chest is closed now, but Eruhaben said inside Cale's body is still a mess. The clashes between ancient powers when he fought with White Star affected Cale's body and needed time to heal. It's okay, they tried to assure each other. They remember too, when the incident where they met White Star for the first time, it took Cale 3 months too to wake up. And Eruhaben said Cale was getting better. So it should be okay.

Everything except that remained the same. Everyone stopped by and went again. They have conversations, especially with children, to make their high spirit not go down and tell them to take care of themselves. Cale's family came by too with Raon's help. But time goes by and Cale is not awake even if everyone waits.

Six months. It felt too long already. Cale never fainted for this long time. It makes them worry. But doctors said his condition is getting better. But until when?— the older ones keep their worries on their own, because they know it will just make Raon, On and Hong feel more down. The children keep asking why their human is still not awake, but there is no one who can answer. They miss—miss Cale so much; the caressed Cale gave when they went to sleep, the warm Cale illuminated, his tender voice, and everything. They miss them all.

But still, Cale remains silent; laying down in bed with a slow breath. Still not move one inch or open his eyes. Cale was transported to the Super Rock Villa after six months. The main reason is because there is nothing royal doctors can do because Cale's body condition is at his finest already. His inside is the one that still needs recovery and it's not the thing medic can help.

The other reason is, they want Cale to feel as if he is at home. The children said maybe it will make him awake. Because he will miss their home, as much as others miss him.

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