#sometimes a happily ever after with someone is just being able to keep them in your life - even if you're not dating or married

[cutielando]

dating headcannon ~ lando norris

Synopsis: what i imagine dating Lando would be like

Other works: my masterlist

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you would meet at an after party for one of the Grand Prix

he would immediately take an interest in you as soon as he would see you in the busy club

you would exchange numbers and stay in contact afterwards 

took you on 4 dates before officially asking you to be his girlfriend

would be the sweetest boyfriend ever

you would keep your relationship a secret for a few months to make sure that what you had was the real deal

he was skeptical to introduce you to his fans because of what happened with his ex-girlfriend

but they all ended up loving you to death

they could see how happy you made Lando and how much you loved each other

you often interacted with them on social media, posting more Lando content for them to see and sometimes exposing him

he would spoil you rotten

he had the money to do it, so he bought you every single thing that you would look at for more than 5 seconds

jewelry, shoes, clothes, purses, books, perfumes

it didn’t matter what it was, he would buy it for you

buys you flowers with every occasion 

brings you with him to every Grand Prix that you’re able to attend

loves showing you off to the entire paddock, making sure that everyone knew how beautiful and loved his girlfriend was

Zak would oftentimes have to physically separate you two whenever he would have a meeting and wouldn’t want to separate from you to attend it

you and Jon would 100% be besties, staying in touch on a regular basis

his family loved you, happy to see that someone loved their son as much as they did

you would talk with his sisters and mother on a daily basis, more than he does. Would definitely have a group chat just the 4 of you

he would sometimes get jealous because you would pay more attention to his family, but in reality he was just grateful that you got along with them so well

you loved watching him race, but you also worried like crazy every time he would get into the car

being there with him when he crashed in Las Vegas had been the scariest experience you’d ever had

he reassured you that he would always find his way back to you, no matter what

his lando.jpg account would turn into a fan account dedicated to you

he would always take pictures of you, no matter where you were or what you were doing

lazy days, lazy days, lazy days

you two enjoyed every little moment that you had together, seeing as you didn’t get too much time to relax during race weekends 

would spend the entire day cuddled in bed, watching some crappy movies or just talking about anything and everything for hours on end

you would move with him to Monaco almost after one year of being together, not wanting to be apart or do long-distance anymore

goofy, silly mood all the time in the apartment

he would make it his mission to make you laugh constantly, your laugh being his favorite sound in the whole world

Max would love you, you got along like brother and sister 

you would be a very known face on his Twitch streams and featured in Quadrant videos 

his friends accepted you into the group like you were one of them from the very beginning

the grid would call him a “simp” because he wouldn’t be able to stop talking about you

you and Oscar would be besties, often making fun of him or teaming up to pull a prank on him

the McLaren team loving you like you were part of their team, which essentially you were

they would sometimes ask you to film videos with Lando for content, which you would always happily film because you loved the team and you also loved Lando

goes wild in bed

he spends hours upon hours worshiping every part of your body

very passionate lover, focused on your pleasure and your pleasure alone

you would keep him grounded, being his solace during the hard times

after a bad race, he didn’t need to say anything for you to know that he just needed to be held and coddled

you two loved each other very much, fitting together like two missing pieces from a puzzle

soulmates, all the way

married, children, a house, you would go all the way

happily ever after

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[tornado1992]

Sonic and The Black Knight AU in which Sonic’s from that world, he’s an explorer of some sorts and he does technically live in Camelot with his brother Miles, but he spends most of his time traveling around and getting new stuff for his brother to weld and forge with.

One day while returning to Camelot and looking for minerals or cool rocks he finds a sword in a stone, great! New materials for his brother! he can surely make something better than this old blade or upgrade it.

He takes the sword out effortlessly. The sword can talk. Great(?

He brings the weapon to the town, people start to notice the obvious magical artifact and voice goes around about “the legend being fulfilled”.

Oh, that legend. Yeah, no.

He just wants to show his little brother a cool sword, not become ruler of a whole kingdom thank you very much, it doesn’t matter if he “fulfilled the sacred prophecy”, it’s just a rumor until he decides it isn’t. And he doesn’t want it to not be a rumor.

Rumors travel fast, but he is faster.

The talking sword started doubting if he was worthy of the throne after spending no more than an hour around him, not shutting up about how “you’re already running from your kingdom and you haven’t been crowned yet”. Good. Maybe he could convince the sword to tell the people he would make a terrible king if the disdain in its voice gave anything off.

They arrived at the blacksmith’s shop, his brother’s shop, he shush’s the sword down as his brother runs to hug him, instantly pulling away at the sight of the weapon, his twin tails happily wagging gentle circles behind him as he asks Caliburn (what a name) anything and everything that there is to know as a talking sword. Caliburn just asks him why does Sonic call him “Tails” (nice try of a joke mate).

The very rude sword being perplexed about how someone as “reckless and careless” as him has “such a brilliant child in his care”.

Well, not a pretty mineral or shiny rock, but a talking sword seems interesting enough to make his brother happily ramble almost all night long, taking karma in his name as he wears Caliburn’s ear(?) off as he did with him.

Well, he could tell the kid all about his latest adventure in the morning, right now he could focus on cooking his brother a new dinner dish with spices from his latest travel destiny. A small bedtime story (about the knight’s of the round table by Carliburn’s request) and a few ear scratches later and you got a snuggled sleeping fox kit ready for the night.

The sword stays near them, looking at every move Sonic made, as if analyzing him in confusion. What a rude weapon, he might not be good king material but he’s peak big brother material.

He might not have enough on him to give his brother a bigger workshop or expensive materials, but he will give him everything he has if it means keeping him happy, they may not live in a big castle or have fancy dinners every night, but he swore from the moment he met the fox that he would do everything in his power to keep him safe.

As long as his big bro was around, he would never go hungry again, he would never sleep outside again and no one would hurt him again. He won’t ever feel unloved again.

Sonic might not be able to give him the world, but he’ll give him everything else.

His little brother’s sleeping form slightly trembles in his tiny bed, curling himself in his small blanket, covering his body with his fluffy tails, (sometimes Sonic thinks he’s more “Tails than “Miles”, pun intended). it’s been kinda cold lately, their humble home not making much favors to keep them warm even with the forge still on, but he doesn’t think he’s trembling because of the cold.

It’s okay, he didn’t wanted to sleep in his makeshift bed today anyway, he’s been away from his brother for enough time and he doesn’t mind staying right beside him to fight the little fox’s nightmares away and sharing their warmth for comfort. He nuzzles beside him, the kit instinctively moving to hug him and hide his face on the crook of the hedgehog’s neck, gentle purring and soft humming filling the silence of the night.

The next morning Caliburn greets him loudly “Good morrow, king Sonic”

Hell.

He doesn’t know what could’ve changed Caliburn’s opinion on him from one moment to another, but now thanks to that he has knights kneeling before him, the royal wizard offering him their nation’s secrets, a talking sword lecturing him all day long about “a king’s duty and heart”, and the whole kingdom practically demanding him to rule.

It’s not a very tempting idea to say the least. Organizing diplomacy gatherings, hosting balls and knighting warriors is not really his thing, and hell, the kingdom wants it to be his thing.

He offers the throne to whoever wins a crusade? “the winner must defeat his majesty first”. He tries to put back the sword in the stone? “The sword chose you, my liege, it is your destiny”. He tries to show the high commands how bad of a kind he would be? “His majesty is such a humble king, even in all his might”.

So, so eager to make him king. They tried to drag him to the castle so he could “know his new home”. They offered him to make changes to royalty’s way to make it “enough of his way”. They showed him the perks of having power, “a king does as he pleases”.

But what could he really offer them as a king? He can fight bad guys and make allies for sure, but even if he wanted to, would that be enough?

He kinda regrets not spending enough time around the kingdom before, maybe if he did and the people actually knew him they wouldn’t be so insistent on him of all people being king, talking magical sword be damned.

His brother knows what’s going on, he keeps mostly quiet about it, not wanting to disturb the hedgehog with the subject when he actively is trying to avoid it, his only opinion about it being shown a few nights after his return to their home. He’s tucking the fox in for the night, Caliburn silently watching them from the other side of the room, a sleepy squeaky voice fading with a yawn in a last effort to reassure his big brother while he runs his finger’s trough the fox’s bangs.

“You could give this kingdom anything… you already gave the world to me”

That’s all it takes.

Alright, he’ll be their king, but he will not sit on a fancy chair all day, won’t have a personal army following him around and definitely won’t be educated in “proper royalty manners”, you want him to be the king? The king does as he pleases.

The high council or whatever can take care of the bureaucracy, alliances and all the boring stuff, they’ll have the control over most of the kingdom (just how they like it, right?)

His first decree? Right after his coronation, the only time he actually stays in the throne room longer than five minutes, he actually wears his crown, he’s bearing the sacred sword when he calls his brother to the center of the room “I dub thee Miles “Tails” Prower, the crown prince of Camelot”.

He’s the king now, it’s only logical for his little brother to be the prince, the crown prince, direct heir to the kingdom’s throne.

He’s the prince, and the prince can get whatever the hell he desires, so bring him all the minerals and heavy armory, and show him the secret library! Little bro needs stimulation and there’s only so much he can do with a blacksmith’s mediums. His room? Bigger than the king’s! His food? Get him all the neighbor kingdom’s candy if he asks for it! His education? Give him all the books known in the world, get him all the minerals and bring his workshop inside the castle!

What he had was enough for his little brother before, but it might not be enough for him just yet. Time to give him the world that he already promised him.

Prince Miles does have a nice ring to it.

[ryker-writes]

I have no idea why but for some reason i cant get the idea of Azul's sibling getting together with Rook especially in the scenario where they have a broken relationship, like little ashengrotto just deserves a freak who loves them ok

I feel like Rook would be a good person for each of the broken sibling relationships. Like you said they need a freak who loves them. This may have ended up longer than I planned and turned into less of getting together with Rook and more of like the beginning of the relationship with Rook

I'm assuming you were talking about the original broken sibling relationship with Azul so this is almost like a spinoff of that. For those who didn't see it, you can find it here.

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Broken Sibling relationships

Azul's broken relationship sibling getting together with Rook

ever since you came to NRC, your relationship with Azul had only kept getting worse

not only could you not call him brother anymore, but he was always making you work long hours and do the worst jobs at the lounge

even while working there so much, you didn't see Azul very often

he made it pretty clear that you weren't worth much of his time, and he didn't really want to be associated with you

but it was during all those long and painful hours of work that you met Rook

he was just visiting the Mostro Lounge one day and happened to be seated at one of your tables

while serving him his food, he expressed that he was interested in merfolk and the culture of the Coral Sea

since you grew up in the Coral Sea with Azul, you were able to tell him a lot about it

until Jade came over and mentioned that you had other tables

that's when you realized you had been talking to him for the past 15 minutes

after apologizing to Rook for cutting the conversation short and to Jade for not realizing, you got back to work

but the very next day, Rook came back to the lounge again and sat in the same place

he told you that he wanted to continue the conversation, and you happily agreed

so in between serving tables and doing your other jobs, you would stop and chat with Rook when you had a moment

it was quite fun

you actually had someone you could talk to in between your work

but even after all the short conversations about merfolk, he wanted to know more

Rook actually came to find you the next day since you had the day off

and like the hunter he is, he was pretty quick to find you even though you weren't in Octavinelle

you had to admit, he seemed to have quite the interest in merfolk to want to continue learning for this long

after he got to hear about the overall culture, he was interested in learning about the different types of merfolk

so of course you went over a bunch of them that you've met before including the Leech twins

"But what about you?"

"Me?"

"You come from the Coral Sea as well. What about your family?"

my family...

can I tell him about Azul?

Azul has made it clear that he doesn't want to be known as my brother

but Rook has been so nice and we've spent quite a bit of time talking together now

you would feel bad about having to hide it from him

"I grew up in a family of octomers. Me and my brother used to swim around and collect shiny objects off the surface floor, but octomers aren't very fast, so it would sometimes take us a while to gather things."

"I see! You're Roi d’Effort's sibling."

Roi d’Effort...

is that Azul?

considering Azul is the only octomer I know of in the school, it's probably him

"Well...yeah. But I'm not supposed to tell others about it."

naturally, Rook was curious about why you're not supposed to tell others

and seeing as he already knew about Azul being your sibling, what's the harm in telling him?

Rook happily listened to everything you had to say

everything from your childhood with Azul to how he treats you today

at the end of it all you asked if he could keep the fact that Azul was your sibling a secret, and he agreed

you started talking to Rook everyday after that

usually he would come find you during your shifts, but he also came around on your days off

one day Jade had walked up to him and said that Azul wanted to speak to him in the VIP room

Rook did head into the VIP room, but not before promising that he would be back

you started to get a little worried that Azul would drag him into some sort of contract

Could Azul have found out you told Rook everything?

was he going to force Rook to stay away from you?

but just like he promised, Rook came back and sat at your table with his regular smile

he didn't even say anything that happened in the VIP room, and just picked up the conversation you two were having before he left

strangely enough, Azul gave you the next day off work even though you were originally scheduled

it was very surprising but also incredibly suspicious

so when you went to meet up with Rook later, you decided to ask about when he went into the VIP room

"No need to worry Mon amour. I signed no contract. We spoke and were able to work something out that benefits you. Now I'll be able to see your beauty even more often."

[lucluvr]

roughing up your kitty ft. welt yang 

after being a brat for several days, welt realizes coddeling you won’t work, so he resorts to other measures to put you back in your place. 

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა welt yang x sub!reader / hybrid!reader / brat taming / pet play (?) / rough fucking / clit spanking / tail pulling / dacraphyllia / degradtion / use of “dumb mutt” / punishment 

welt takes care of you so well. he always looks out for you, makes sure you eat all your meals, protects you when someone oversteps the line, etc. he's the sweetest owner anyone could ask for! however, you and welt got into an argument. since then, you've been avoiding him. you hide in your shared room on the express. welt knows you're somewhere there. he finds you on the highest shelf of his bookshelf. he sighs, rubbing his temples.

"get down." he says, slightly irritated. you hiss at him, turning away from him. welt takes this a sign to fuck off. reluctantly, he turns around and goes to bed. he's too exhausted to deal with your attitude right now. you'll come back and curl up beside him later. 

come the next morning, and you're nowhere to be found. however, welt does realize that you ate your breakfast, so that's a good sign. the cabinet where he stores your food is trashed and untidy. he adjusts his glasses, huffing as he has to bend down and clean the cabinet.

welt returns later that night after adventuring out in the city, bringing back a new collar and toys for you. he hopes this will improve your mood, or at least get you to show yourself. he again sees you've helped yourself to dinner. he also notices his room is way messier than he left it. he spends a couple of minutes tidying everything around. he calls out for you, and again, no response. he's tempted to ask the other crew members if they've seen his kitty anywhere, but he decides maybe you're just throwing another one of your tantrums again.

the fourth evening of your silence rolls around. welt finds himself back in his room, jaw dropped. everything is a mess. the couch is moved, there's a broken lamp on he floor, his books are all over the floor. however, sitting by his feet is his beloved kitty, perched on your heels. he looks at you with a nastya glare,

"go to your room. i don't want to hear a word from you," his tone is strict and harsh. it leaves no room for discussion. with droopy ears and your tail slotted between your legs, dejectedly you walk to your room.

welt spends a few hours of his precious evening fixing your mess. sometimes he regrets ever allowing those three kids to take you home. he didn't know belobog even had hybrids until march, dan heng, and stelle brought you to him, begging to keep you. much to stelle and march's dismay, you grew more attached to their beloved mr.yang than them, so you became welt's kitty. 

after he finishes cleaning, welt grabs a book and decides to try and relax. he sees you sitting by his door, staring at him intensely. 

"what do you want?" welt says harshly. you crawl towards him, rubbing against his leg. you purr and meow happily at him. he looks down at you, incredibly annoyed. welt notices the way you shift on your heels to rub your thighs together. your happy purrs turn into whines as you climb into welt's lap.

"mr.yang, please help me," you rub your ears against his neck, humping his thigh. "it hurts so bad!" his arms loop around your waist. his eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out why you're like this. it hits him, your heat cycle. he coos at you, rubbing your ears. 

"you poor thing, you haven't taken your suppressants, have you?" welt realizes that since you've been feeding yourself cans of food everyday, you haven't been taking your pills. you shake your head,

"didn't know where they were. please help me, master." you keep rutting against him, your slick soiling his pants. welt feels sorry for you. he remembers how bad your very first heat was. you were humping anything in sight, including his shoes. he wasn't able to come ou of his room for a week because he had to care for you. he sighs softly, reaching under your skirt (march insists you wear it because it looks adorable on you!) he gently touches your panties, soon noticing they're fully soaked. you whine and mewl against him. 

welt instructs you to unbuckle his pants, and you make quick work of it, desperate for your owner's cock. he pulls out his cock from its confins, making your mouth water and cunt clench. he drags his cock up and down your slit, toying with your puffy clit. it peaks out from behind the little hood. welt lines himself up with your hole, pushing you down on his harshly. 

as sorry as he feels for you, he's incredibly pissed. you messed up all of his furniture and got yourself into this mess all because he agreed with march that another kitty was adorable. your jealous streak caused all of this, and he'll make sure you remember that. 

"stupid kitty," he spits at you, tugging at your tail. you mewl at his harshness, tears pricking at your eyes. the feeling of his cock in your needy cunny feels like heaven. your eyes roll back into your skull and before you know it, welt has you pressed into the couch. he roughly slams his cock into you, pulling at your tail when he pleases. he's so angry, so annoyed. 

"all of this because you were jealous. stupid fucking mutt," he hisses as you clench around his dick, sucking him in. you whimper into the couch, tugging at the surface. you clit is being rubbed against the fabric, making you moan and mewl like a bitch in heat-- you are, you realize. welt slaps you on your ass, pouring all his tension and frustration out on you

"cats are easy, they said." slap! "they mind their own business, they said." slap! slap! "they're fucking liars. you're so goddamn needy. you're worse than a stupid fucking mutt," slap! slap! slap! 

you sob and pant into the cushions as the coil in your stomach tightens. welt flips you onto your back, tugging your tail. you arch your back and claw at his shoulders. he pries open your mouth, thumb pressing on your tongue. his hot saliva meets the surface of your tongue and you cum right there. fat globs of cum, dripping down your legs. 

"stupid mutt," you want to cry and argue that you're not a mutt! you're nowhere near as bad as those dumb dogs, but the way your owner's cock pistols in and out of your sloppy cunt, you can't bring yourself to complain. you enjoy the feeling of creaming on his cock over and over again. welt wraps his hand around you neck, a dizzy feeling coming over you.

"just remember how you feel right now the next time you want to act like a dumb mutt." 

a/n: this took me hours to write idk why...im still not happy with it per say, but im too tired to try any longer, please enjoy!!

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[sshadowritestoriess]

i love your blog!! your writing has such a nice tone to it... do you think i could request zenyatta realizing he has feelings for a human, similar to the ramattra one? thanks so much if you do!! have a nice day!!

That’s so kind, thank you! I can absolutely try this ^^

Zenyatta Realizing his Feelings

Unlike his omnic brother, Zenyatta is very in-tune with his feelings and emotions. He is shameless in regard to how he feels and takes care in the ways he expresses and deals with them

And that’s what makes him so level-headed, being so understanding with himself— and certainly far more than most. Taking time to process the going-ons of his mind has become a second nature.

When he first met you, likely introduced by Genji, there was practically an immediate recognition for potential after sharing a couple conversations. This did not change how he approached you, speaking with you as he would anyone else.

But he did grow fond of you very quickly, seeking a friendship that you were more than happy to reciprocate

Hanging out with him felt very natural, almost as if you’d known one another for years. He had a very patient interest in the things you liked to talk about, show him, or even take him to

There’s something angelic in the way he laughs, which he found himself doing quite often when he would do things with you. To others, it was strange seeing him so easily amused— but you didn’t know any better.

He wouldn’t push to spend time with you too often, however. He enjoyed your presence as well as your absence— he liked missing you, if only for a short while, waiting to see if you would come to him sometimes (and he wouldn’t be hurt if you didn’t, he knew you still cared for him even if you never initiated)

But he would know pretty quickly that he has an interest in you, and he’d allow these feelings to brew inside him for a while before ever acting on them

Zenyatta would know for certain he had more than a simple crush when you had once hugged him unprompted, and without asking. A pleasant surprise, and there was a tickle in his chest that brought out a quiet laugh as he embraces you tightly

He’d be floating a bit higher than usual, elated at your display of affection

The overwhelming thought of dragging you into his arms and lap and floating off into the stars was clearly a huge sign, and he had to calm his impulses before he tried.

That would probably be the first time he actually missed what you said, so distracted by his own thoughts that he would politely ask you to repeat yourself (happily able to disguise his embarrassment, if not for the lack of an expressive face)

If he were to develop inappropriate thoughts about you, they would be quite shallow. This sort of thing would likely only occur while you were with him, somewhere private, that he might entertain the thought for a moment during a pause in conversation— but it would quickly go dismissed

Any hungrier imaginations would more than likely be your deliberate doing. But even if that would be sending a particularly revealing selfie, simply being curious enough to ask about omnic intimacies, or maybe being bold enough to sit in his lap— facing him— while he meditates, you’d never actually know what was going on in his head without asking

He was a master at keeping up his calm persona. But internally, he would be frantic at his own unholiness, expending far too much of his concentration to remain at ease that his orbs of harmony would begin faltering in their circle around him

He might have had to excuse himself, just once. Boners weren’t typically a visual problem for omnics, protected by a modesty panel, but it would be uncomfortable nonetheless

He’d mutter his apologies to you as he takes care of himself, even though you would not be present. He didn’t necessarily believe it wrong to indulge in such thoughts about someone, but there was a kind of guilt there anyways

Ending up in that kind of state would be quite rare for Zenyatta, anyhow. He had the utmost patience, and would attempt pursue you when he felt he was ready (and if you demonstrated comfortability with this sort of thing)

But if you try to woo him first, you’d find your beloved monk incredibly bashful toward your attempts, and he’d do everything he can to make sure he was meeting you halfway

[linked-through-the-centuries]

Here’s a bit of an intro to the Links in this au!!

Feel free to shoot me an ask if you have any questions or wanna know more about any of them :)

Warriors (Hero of Warriors)

- He/Him, Asexual Biromantic

- 27 years old

- Games: Hyrule Warriors

- Good friends with his Zelda

- Not a real blond, dyes his hair regularly to keep up the appearance that he is. He has no one fooled

- Absolutely fantastic at doing eyeliner, everyone’s jealous

- Knows Mask and Tune from the War of Eras

- Natural born leader, acts a bit over the top to cover up insecurities

- Bad food anxiety from being poisoned a lot but he’s doing his best

Tears (Hero of the Wild)

- He/They, Bisexual

- 24 years old (124 years old)

- Games: Breath of the Wild, Tears of the Kingdom

- Married to their Zelda (recently)

- Rebuilding Hyrule slowly after everything that’s happened

- Missing an arm, wears a prosthetic. Has startled several of the others by just removing it at random because they forget it’s a prosthetic sometimes

- Very friendly, selectively mute so they use sign to talk sometimes

Wolf/Twilight (Hero of Twilight)

- Currently stuck in wolf form so Tears just calls him Wolf because no one knows he’s a hylian, they just think he’s a really odd wolf. Will eventually be called Twilight once he can turn back into a hylian

- He/Him, Bisexual

- 24 years old

- Games: Twilight Princess

- Assisted Tears on their first journey when Tears was 17-18 and Wolf/Twilight was 23. He has been stuck as a wolf ever since

- Lives with Rusl and Uli, but has been missing for a whole year

- Quiet and anxious, incredibly loyal

Sky (Hero of the Skies)

- He/Him, Bisexual

- 22 years old

- Games: Skyward Sword

- Chronic pain, lightning scars (look up lichtenberg figure), tattoo of wings that wrap around his wrist in honor of his loftwing

- Plays his harp as a way to relax

- Very friendly and talkative. Good person to go to if you need a chat

Tune (Hero of the Winds)

- He/Him, Pansexual

- 19 years old

- Games: Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass

- Didn’t loose his eye, he just wears and eyepatch “for the aesthetic” (that’s his answer when people ask him why he wears it) but also so one of his eyes is always adjusted to being able to see in the dark so if he has to go below deck quickly for an emergency one of his eyes is well adjusted and he isn’t disoriented. His right eye is also extremely sensitive to light and the patch protects it

- Wears dark eyeliner under his eyes

- Curly, shoulder length hair that he ties up and has several small braids weaved into

- Knows Warriors and Mask from the War of Eras

- Very talkative, misses his boat

Hyrule (Hero of Hyrule)

- He/Him, Aro/Ace

- 18 years old

- Games: The Legend of Zelda, Adventure of Link

- Pretends to be a lot more shy and quiet than he really is

- Loves people but is very cautious around them

- Looks a bit frail because his clothes are a bit big for him, but is actually quite strong. He is not someone who should be underestimated

Past (Hero of Legend?)

- He/They, Pansexual

- 18 years old

- Games: A Link to the Past, A Link Between Worlds, Link’s Awakening, Edit: And the Oracles games

- Dyed Pink hair, has the longest hair of the whole group

- Happily lives with Ravio

- Loves apples

- Has a rabbit form he can shift into to squeeze into tight spaces

- Friendly but cautious, isn’t the most trusting

Calamity (Hero of the Calamity)

- He/Him/They/Them (usually prefers He/Him), Bisexual

- 18 years old

- Game: Age of Calamity

- Mute, doesn’t speak at all, only uses sign

- Doesn’t trust Tears at all, in fact at first Tears makes him extremely uncomfortable. Calamity makes Tears sad because they’re reminded of all the trauma the both of them went through, but Tears recognizes they’re two different people

- Looks up to Warriors a lot

- Very facially expressive

Mask (Hero of Time Masks)

- He/Him, Bisexual

- 17 years old (physically)

- Games: Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask

- Refuses to tell anyone his mental age, that’s between him and Hylia

- No one knows he is the Hero of Time, he’s scared to admit it because the others hold the Hero of Time up on a pedestal and he’s scared they’ll be disappointed to realize it’s him

- Has the Fierce Deity markings on one side of his face and one of his eyes is completely white but he can see out of both of them.

- Shy, quiet, reserved and mistrustful. Extreme abandonment issues have left him to expect everyone will leave. He only trusts Warriors and Tune, it takes him quite a long time to warm up to the others

Spirit (Spirit Tracks Link)

- He/Him, bisexual

- 16 years old

- Games: Spirit Tracks

- Friend of the birds

- Sees spirits and talks with them occasionally

- Absolute gremlin

Minish (Hero of the Four Sword)

- He/Him, straight

- 15 years old

- Games: Four Swords, Minish Cap

- Selectively mute, uses sign sometimes to communicate

- Very sweet, a little shy at first but quickly warms up to the others

- Misses his grandpa very much

- He and his Zelda are childhood friends

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ — ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — how's life like with the sweetest british man ever ?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection , mild smut virus

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 1.6k

you and steven have been together for a good half a year and i picture steven as a more needy kind of boyfriend. the man lacked so much attention and affection before and now that he has you in his life, he never wants that to stop. he tries hard not to be needy or clingy but he can't help it.

he just wants you to look at him, love him and spend your time with him and only him. sometimes it's overwhelming but you always make sure to tell steven when it starts to get too much but those are extremely rare. you're always happy to indulge the man with some well deserved love and affection!

he's brought up the idea of you moving in with him when you hit the fifth month of being together actually.

you always end up staying over at his place whenever you two hang out (because he literally won't let you go home sometimes under the guise that it's too late for you to go back and he doesn't want anything to happen to you). i mean, he's already given you the spare copy of his keys with a matching koala keychain attached to the keyring.

you tell him that you'll consider it, not saying yes but not really saying no. he's hopeful though, would keep asking you about it after every week as both an inside joke and a serious offer.

after the whole ammit stuff that went down in cairo, steven actually reapplied at the museum! he managed to get word that donna was fired and someone else has replaced her spot . you convinced him to go back and do what he loves, reassuring steven that he'll do great.

it took a few days of convincing but in the end he did listen to you and applied for the tour guide position and he got the role with flying colors! the museum was thoroughly impressed by his knowledge of ancient egypt and gave him the job on the spot and he would be starting as a guide the following week.

you treated steven with home cooked vegetarian meals and wine that night and proceeded to end the night tangled between the sheets.

you definitely cook in the relationship. steven got a taste of you cooking stir fry once and he's begged you to keep cooking for him ever since.

he had shyly asked you to pack him lunch when he was about to start at his new role as a tour guide and you happily obliged! you make him cute vegetarian bentos daily and leave a small sticky note on his lunch box filled with words of encouragement.

you don't know this but he actually kept every single one of them in a tiny box and hid it within his shelves.

you own a car which makes steven your permanent designated passenger princess!

you think it's adorable the way he blushes profusely when you open the door for him and whines that he should be the one doing that for you, only for you to shush him and tell him that you enjoy doing it for him.

you 100% hold hands a lot especially during longer drives or if he's feeling cheeky, he'd sneak a hand on your thigh that would begin to travel higher and higher.

on those days you'd have to find a place to park and fast to sneak a quickie, edging poor steven until he's all whiny and submissive, begging for his release. but you do remind him he was being bad by distracting you while driving. he'd have to wait until later that day to be able to cum.

at times like that he's glad he wears loose and baggy clothings because it would have been embarrassing to walk around with a raging hard on outlining his jeans even though it's his fault in the first place that he has to deal with his boner while on a date with you.

you tried to build furniture together once. it was just a shelf actually, so that the book piled on the floor of his flat would have a better home. but you found out you both sucked at it, there were screws missing and the manual confused the hell out of you two even though the instructions were really easy and simple to follow.

you both gave up mid-work and the poor shelf ended up as a half finished product tucked away at one corner of his flat collecting dust.

i'm a firm believer that steven is a romanticist. he's pretty old-fashioned about it too.

he writes you handwritten letters every month celebrating the day you had agreed to be his girlfriend. if his shift at the museum ends earlier than your work, he'd pick you up at the lounge area of your work building with a fresh bouquet in hand. he plans your dates together!

he'd always make sure to ask you your free days and tries to align his own schedule with yours so you can go on a date next weekend for a trip at the farmer's market and then have some breakfast at a quaint café a little ways from the city. he's a romantic sap and you wouldn't have him any other way.

you buy gus the second new decorations in his aquarium. you never saw the original gus, all that you knew was that the first one really only had one fin.

when you asked about how the original gus was replaced he was hesitant at first, thinking you might be weirded out by his condition but marc was the one who dared him to try and tell you. so he let you know bits and pieces about his did, introduced you to marc after many heavy debates with his reflection (when you weren't around).

in conclusion, the chicagoan liked you for steven which in turn meant that he did too but that's a story for another time.

steven is a sub and you can't change my mind. bratty but a sub nonetheless. he likes that you take control and he's more than happy to give it to you with very little resistance. a little spanking sets him straight if he doesn't behave.

i also headcanon him being into bondage. he likes it when you tie him up, colorful ropes knotted and binding him in place, the anticipation of waiting for you to touch him turns him on even more.

he prefers things like silk ribbons rather than handcuffs and yes, you've definitely gagged him before when he starts to get too loud after receiving a complaint from your downstairs neighbor about your activities.

you once made an offhand comment about steven looking extremely peggable, it left him a blushy stuttering mess. but one day when you come home from work, steven is sitting on his bed looking nervous and squirmy, a big paper bag next to him.

"steven baby, what's wrong?" you ask as you set your bag on the floor next to him before kneeling in front of him, taking his hands in your own. "i um... do you remember love when you— you said i was... peggable?" he says the last word in a tiny whisper, a blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and down his neck. he lets go of your hand to give you the bag with shaky nervousness, looking away as you peer at the contents inside: a strap on and a big bottle of lube.

"d-do you think we could uh— would you like to try it love? i-i'm fine with it if you are." let's just say you and steven had a very fun time experimenting into his new kink.

i feel like sweet steven would propose to you after a year and a half into the relationship?

yes he knows he's moving too fast but to him, you're everything. you're it. (let's say marc and layla divorced after cairo okay? okay.) plus marc liked you too. he liked you a good amount (he loves you but marc's stubborn and insists he only likes you a healthy amount) he would front and spend some time with you too. to steven that's like the best thing he could ask for.

"we don't have to marry right away, love. we're busy with work with you getting ready for your promotion and i'm getting more and more tours and it's been hectic enough for us as it is but one day yeah? one day i would love to see you walk down the aisle where we'd both say our vows and by the end of it, i get to finally call you my wife." he rambles as he kneels in front of your crying figure, ring in hand.

i know we all think he'd be a blubbering mess when proposing but i personally don't see him doing that.

if that man proposes, it's because he's set his mind into it after thorough deliberation. if he proposes, it's with confidence and purpose.

he doesn't prepare a speech, just relays what his heart tells him and it's telling him that his love for you was more than life itself and that he wants nothing more than for you to give him the absolute honor of having him as your husband. you had to kiss him to shut up so you can finally tell him...

"it's a yes steven, it will always be a yes for me. i love you more with each day i get to be with you, and to spend the rest of my waking days with your last name as my own? if this was a dream steven grant, never wake me up because i would love to be your wife. i'm yours and only yours if you'll have me."

[snarky-synesthete]

A "Season Three" Fic to Heal the Soul

I know I've posted this fic before, since I wrote it last summer. I had a conversation with someone yesterday who was feeling sort of hopeless about the third (and final) season of Good Omens. I sent him my fic and got a message from him this morning. He'd stayed up reading it all night. I hassled him about it: "It's almost as long as the Good Omens novel! You have work today, you idiot! This is an April Fool's prank, right?"

It wasn't. He said that no matter what happened in S3, he'd be able to at least think of this fic's ending as the "comfort food" he wanted...the South Downs ending, not as a "happily ever after" but as a real conclusion: complicated, warm, and human (or at least, as human as two immortal beings can get).

He said he'd wanted to read it back when I wrote it, but he just couldn't get past the word count...but he told me today that if he'd known where it was going, he would have been more likely to start the journey. So under the read-more, I've put the section he suggested. It's not the whole epilogue - just a snippet - but he said this was the part he needed to read to settle his ambiguous anxieties about S3...

(you can read the whole thing here:)

So again – it wasn’t perfect.

Crowley had to teach himself how to want things, rather than just avoid the things he didn’t want. Aziraphale had to teach himself that his opinion wasn’t necessarily the correct opinion simply because it was his own. They were both still learning to de-code their interactions with each other. It was a challenge, after so long, with such high stakes. Still, they were learning. The lads helped. Nina and Maggie helped.

They helped each other, mostly.

The cottage sometimes sat quiet for weeks at a time. Crowley would occasionally let loose the incorporeal infernal core of himself out into the universe, slithering out among the stars he’d once helped to build (after carefully depositing his corporeal form safely in the spare bedroom…it made Aziraphale deeply uncomfortable to leave it just lying empty in their own bed). Aziraphale often lent a hand in Heaven (and, on occasion, Hell). He also spent a great deal of time in London dealing with all his business in and around Whickber Street, accepting with a begrudging respect the records that Maggie foisted off on him as he learned to become comfortable with change. (The ZZ Ward vinyls had become his favorite…Crowley had developed an almost Pavlovian response to them, in fact, as her music seemed to trigger something demanding in Aziraphale. Crowley had learned to hydrate, when the angel put on a ZZ Ward album.)

Still, they would both return. The cottage would light up again, full of music and laughter and all the other sounds of life on Earth. Aziraphale would discover new and exciting endearments for Crowley, just to watch him sputter. (Sunflower was still Aziraphale’s favorite, closely followed by honeybee. Sunflower himself refused to comment on the matter.) Crowley would put too much honey in Aziraphale’s tea just to taste it in his kisses later. Aziraphale would pick bouquets of wildflowers just to see Crowley’s sunflower-golden eyes light up, even as he complained of his bees being doomed to starvation, if you keep this up, angel, honestly.

Aziraphale never did get his favorite old waistcoat and jacket back from the park, after he had so carefully taken them off to avoid ruining them as he fought to Crowley’s rescue. The clothes were long gone by the time he was finally able to get back to retrieve them. Crowley, the darling, had searched online for them at antique clothing auctions and had scoured all the thrift shops for miles, but with no luck. Aziraphale had kissed him and thanked him for the trouble, but told him to give up the search.

After all, nothing lasts forever.

No thing lasts forever.

Luckily, love is not a thing at all.

Love is an action verb.

[moonjxsung]

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For my final thing, which Disney prince would each skz member be in your opinion? 🤔👀

- 🧡anon

I LOVE THIS QUESTIONNNNN ALSO HANJI FLYNN AGENDA…. DID I NOT LITERALLY SAY THAT 🗣️🗣️

MY THOUGHTS…..

Chan: Beast from Beauty and the Beast. Reserved at first- he has to be because he’s unsure of people’s intentions and he doesn’t believe somebody can love him so wholly and want to take care of him. Intimidating and has a big presence, but a huge softie at the end of the day. Wants to take care of someone as much as he wants to be taken care of. Doesn’t see beauty as skin-deep and falls in love when he meets the one who shares the same morals. Also a furry !KIDDING LOL

Changbin: Kristoff from Frozen. He’s a bit of a goofball, and he needs to get to know somebody before he puts all his trust into them. Wants the best for the people he loves and has a very straightforward approach to life. He’s not afraid to tell you the truth because he doesn’t want you to get hurt- and definitely falls in love with you in the process like Kristoff did with Anna. Will go to great lengths to protect you without realizing it’s all been for love. Also a huge family guy, keeps the people he loves very close to him, and very loyal.

Minho: Shang from Mulan. He’s serious and intimidating- but it’s because he cares about the things that are important to him, and he doesn’t let many things distract him from his purpose. When he falls for you though, underneath that almost “cold” exterior, he’s a softie who wants to protect you. He finds himself attracted to the fact that you’re just as determined and strong as he is- he’s smitten when he realizes you’re like the other half of him. Sometimes he needs a push from the people close to him to come to terms with his feelings- but he loves somebody who can communicate, too. It’s the stubbornness he finds himself unexpectedly loving about you.

Hyunjin: Naveen from The Princess and the Frog. Sometimes can get stuck in his own little world- when you come along, it almost turns everything he knows about the world upside down. Admittedly scared to delve into another person’s world and learn things according to them, but he loves your passion and your drive. He’s not sure he’s ever met somebody who knows their purpose the way he so badly wishes to, and he can listen to you talk about the things you love for hours. Loves that you love so openly, loves that you turn him into such a romantic when he’s never thought it to be a trait of his. Makes him fall in love with being in love.

Han: FLYNN ‼️ RIDER ‼️‼️ he’s witty, he’s kindhearted, he lives a fast-paced life and he’s a little stubborn in his ways. He candidly thinks he knows it all- until you come along. A gentle reminder to stop and smell the roses once in a while, to enjoy the little things in life he usually takes for granted. You’re awestruck with the lantern festival- he’s awestruck that you’re so infatuated with the lantern festival. Reluctantly agrees to let you into his life for the purposes of a quick favor- until he can’t stop thinking about you. It hurts when he thinks back to all your little memories together- dancing in the town square together, the way your hair looked in a braid for the first time. Was it more than just a favor he ran you?? Why does he feel so deeply- is this love??? (Spoiler because Han just can’t seem to get it- IT IS)

Felix: Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid. Falls instantly, loves very deeply. Trusts instantly, a little naive but he has the best intentions. Doesn’t fully understand the extent of things until they’re explained to him very explicitly. Always wants the best for you and he’s willing to bend and break just to be able to love you, the same way he knows you are for him. Firmly believes in the idea of a “happily ever after” and knows when he meets the one.

Seungmin: Prince Henry from Cinderella. Doesn’t know what he wants until he meets you. Completely swept off his feet by your presence- where have you been all his life? He’s almost given up on the idea of meeting the one until you come along. And if things fall through at first, he’ll go to great lengths to find you again and make things work. That glass slipper is going on every woman’s foot until he finds the woman he fell in love with. Loyal to you only and completely dismisses advances from anyone else once he knows you’re the one he wants. He’s so in love with you- the rest of the world is just noise to him.

Jeongin: Prince Charming from Snow White. A gentleman, kindhearted, very good-natured and swept off his feet by you. It’s not just your presence he loves- it’s your kindness he’s drawn to. You care for the people you love so deeply, and he feels attracted to your soul more than anything. A very uncomplicated type of love- if there are ever hardships in your relationship, it’s not he who causes the pain. But you’re resilient and you can always make things work, and luckily you have an amazing prince by your side the whole way through. An amazing boyfriend, an even better husband, a remarkable father.

[foolstower]

Soooo, me again :) (I asked about your rules and things) long story short: I'm being a simp for stardew valley Sam at the moment and I have a feeling that there aren't a lot of os about him :( just can't decide on which idea to ask, if it's ok with you could you please choose one you feel most likely to write for?

° Tattoo date to zuzu city

° some comfort after y/n stands in front of his door to stay for the night because their parents had fought again like everyday and needs some time away (romantic or platonic)

° y/n sees him backstage after the concert kissing penny, thinking they won't have a chance but turns out he doesn't like penny and that's all a misunderstanding (you can choose if it should involve smut or not)

° saving his crush (y/n, what a surprise) from her toxic relationship and showing her how much better he could treat her (also, fluff or smut

Sorry if it's a lot to choose from qwq I just have so many things I think would be nice to read about him qwq

I was so tempted to do the penny one but chose to do the toxic relationship prompt instead. I'm definitely gonna keep that penny idea in mind though. Thank you so much for your request I loved all of these ideas! hope you enjoy!!

Radiant

(Sam stardew valley x reader)

Leaving zuzu city was the best thing you could've done for yourself right? Or so you thought, a raging voice was leaking through your cellphones speaker. They were on another drunken stupor, crying and yelling for you to come back. To sell the farm house and just come back. Aren't they more important? Than your stupid fantasy of being able to live off the the land.

"You'll starve!" They said. "What's even out there that has you wanting to stay so bad? It's been a few months.....you probably met someone didn't you?" Before they could continue you interrupted them.

"I'm done. Call me tomorrow morning when you're not drunk." You flatly stated and hung up. You were sure you'd wake up to many angry texts tomorrow morning, followed by a string of apologies. Promising they'll never say those things again, they didn't know what they were thinking. They just miss you so much that it's hard to cope.

You laid down in bed and hugged your pillow tight. Curling into a ball around it, you reminisced on your situation. For the past few months, you'd be lying if you didn't admit your empty bed brought you comfort. After a few years of living with your partner you'd grown used to their arms holding you down as you slept, unable to toss or turn. There was no room to breathe, no space to stretch. But ever since living on the farm you'd grown accustomed to the freedom. More than just physically but mentally too. Regardless of this you still longed for their companionship.

Sometimes the emptiness of the farm house was too much, you supposed.

Silencing the swirling thoughts in your head you thought of someone sweeter. A radiant light that showed itself on a dark night.

You were sat at the pier near Willy's cabin staring into the depths of the ocean. You'd only lived in stardew valley for a week and you were already begging your significant other not to come pick you up. You'd already turned off your phone at that point and were gazing at waters moonlit surface. You were drowning in your thoughts when you met him.

Light steps etched closer before he sat next to you on the pier. He talked to you as if he'd known you for years.

"What's got you out here so late?" He asked as crossed one leg under the other. "Stargazing?"

"No.. the stars are beautiful tonight though." Your raspy voice answered. Pointing your attention to the sky, Sparkling little glimmers shined happily. Blissfully unaware of any and all earthly issues. He was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"Are you ok? Wanna talk about it?" He questioned. You thought on it for a second. Who was this guy? Worrying over someone he's never met. Regardless you found yourself gravitating towards his kindness. Maybe he was someone you'd like to know.

"What's your name?" You countered with a different question, finally looking over at him.

"Sam. and you?" He said. A small smile shown as he took in your features. He couldn't help but wonder what got someone so cute upset like that. It was dark but he could still see the reflection of the tears on your cheeks in the moonlight. Though you were a stranger, it upset him. He wouldn't pry though.

"Y/n." You said as you rubbed your face dry. "What brings you here?" You asked genuinely curious why anyone else would be out so late.

"Well honestly I came out here and thought you were my friend sebastian at first." He said with a small laugh, hand bashfully behind his head. "I was gonna ask him for a cig but instead I saw a cute girl and thought I'd introduce myself." He winked pointing a finer gun at you before putting it away. You blushed at that but smiled none the less. Something you hadn't done that whole day.

"Well unfortunately I'm taken but I appreciate it." You softly stated. At the time you couldn't quite place why you felt dissatisfied with that statement.

He let out a 'aww' but still stayed in his spot next to you. "Unfortunately? That doesn't sound too good." He prodded.

"Yeah......things aren't too good at the moment. But every relationship has a few rough patches right?" You sighed. It was mostly a question for yourself honestly.

You picked up your phone and saw through the blinding light that it was 1am. Knowing you had to wake up early in the morning, you sadly had to say goodbye. "Sorry sam. It was nice meeting you but I have to go to bed soon. It was nice taking to you." You said as you got up and dusted off your pants. You gave a small wave and turned to leave only taking a few steps before getting stopped.

"Wait!" He yelled still seated. "You wanna hang out sometime?" He asked. The pleading look in his eyes was something you couldn't say no to.

"Sure, you free tomorrow morning?" You asked almost too eagerly. Sam silently cursed in his head. He had work tomorrow morning and his boss was already annoyed with him. But to hell with all that.

"Yeah I'm free."

You awoke from your slumber still glued to the pillow you had fallen asleep with. Getting up and untangling yourself from all your blankets, you were able to finally escape your mess of a mattress. You stretched and some of your bones popped from being still for so long. You groaned, you felt like you'd been asleep for days.

You made your way to the kitchen with a yawn and poured a glass of water. The drink successfully woke you up and you rubbed some of the drowsiness out of your eyes. Drink in hand, you went back to your bedroom to do the inevitable. Check your phone.

With a heavy sigh you unplugged it and dived deep into the various messages that had been sent throughout the night. As you had predicted most of them were from last night. Messages about how they just want the best for you. How they were hurt that you actively choose a dead dream over your relationship. But they love you and they're sorry for what they said. But what they said next made your heart race. And you didn't know if it was in a good way.

'Please y/n can you forget about everything? Just for tonight? I'm coming to visit you. I don't care about our problems anymore I want to see you, I miss you. I'll be there tonight.'

You texted them back that you needed time. You weren't going to just ignore everything now that they wanted you to. It'd been a while since their last visit but you were too upset to even fathom seeing them. They didn't reply.

After exiting the text, you opened up one from an hour ago from somene who knows how to cheer you up.

Sam wanted to know if you were free in a few hours so you could go with him to the beach. Jas and Vincent wanted to go play by the ocean and he wanted to know if you wanted to tag along so he wouldn't be bored. You smiled to yourself and texted him back.

'Of course! I'll see you in a bit, gotta take care of some things on the farm then I'll head that way.'

You threw your phone on the bed and changed into your outfit. After throwing on your shoes and successfully tying them up, you made your way outside. Forgetting your phone on the bed.

After feeding the chickens and watering the crops you felt much better. Something about doing little things on your farm were fulfilling to you. Putting your watering can back in its place you made your way to the beach, hoping he didn't wait too long for you to get there.

As you got closer to where he stood on the beach, you made sure to stay silent. Finally standing next to him, he jumped a bit when he noticed you before laughing nervously.

"Jeez! Do you like doing that? How are you so quiet all the time?" He asked placing a hand over his racing heart. You did like doing this. Who wouldn't like to see that face he makes?

"Sorry, it's just so easy sometimes." You laughed. He gave you playful glare before looking back out toward the kids. After confirming they were ok and still on beach he turned his attention back to you. The sun made his blond hair shine more than usual and you could see that some of it was actually bleached from so much exposure to it.

"So? Got anything planned today? You could come hang out at the saloon tonight if you want. Me, seb, and Abby are gonna play pool tonight. It'd be nice to have some good luck on my side." He said elbowing your arm lightly. You smiled and seriously thought about taking him up on the offer. Sadly the life of the farmer isn't as free as you'd originally thought.

"Sorry, I bought a bunch of seeds from Pierre's yesterday and didn't get around to planting them. I'll probably be tilling the land all day." You sighed, already anticipating how bad your arms would hurt tomorrow.

"Aww I can help! It can't be too complicated right?" He offered. He wasn't unually one to volunteer to do work but in his mind, any time with you is a good time.

"It's ok I wouldn't want to put you through that pain." You half joked. "Also you have work tomorrow, it's gonna suck stocking shelves with sore arms." He went to argue but you stopped him. "Really, it's ok. Go have fun tonight you have to hang out with your other friends too you know." You both laughed knowing the two of you have been stuck to the hip since you met.

"Alright alright, if you say so." He said playfully. He looked out into the distance once again noting jas and Vincent's locations before looking back at you. He also noted how beautiful you always looked without ever trying. You eyes were squinting at him in the sunlight before you brought up your hand to shield your eyes. The wind gently blew through your hair and the sound of your voice carried over the sound if the waves. You were just perfect to him, nothing less.

A few hours had passed and you two talked about different things. You inquired about his band and he happily told you in detail all his plans and how he's always dreamed of doing it. You felt like you could stay and speak with him for the rest of the day, but heard tiny footsteps quickly approaching.

"Sam!! Im hungry!" Vincent ran up and looked at him patiently waiting for an answer. Jas quietly laughed to herself.

"Yeah i guess im a little hungry too." He said looking at the time. His expression changed to slight panic before he put his phone away. "So uh... I gotta go, dinner was done an hour ago and mom is pissed, heh" He nervously laughed. "Come on kids! Let's go home!" He said as they both ran towards the exit of the beach.

"I'll see you later Sam. Tell the others I said hi!" You said referring to Sebastian and Abigail.

"I will! And good luck on the farm you're gonna need it." He gave a salute before running after the kids. You watched as they all disappeared past the trees separating the town and the beach. Your heart ached a bit. If only time didn't go by so fast.

As you made your way home you tried to calculate just how much you could get done before midnight. Visions of seeds and gold unraveled in your mind as you approached your property. As you stepped up the porch something didn't feel quite right. Your chickens didnt approach you like they unually did and you heard your tv on the other side of the door. You swore you turned it off. Scared but armed with various farming equipment you made the decision to enter your home.

A show played on the TV making the figure on your couch clear as day. It looks like your partner decided to come anyway.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as calmly as you could.

"Sorry I was already on the way over and you still hadn't texted me back, thought I'd wait here a bit longer before going to look for you." They said.

"That's not my point. I said I needed time." You stated firmly.

"Listen... y/n I'm sorry, I really am. I know I hurt you deeply and I just wanted to say sorry in person." They said, tear pricked their eyes but never leaked out. You felt kind of bad for them. "I won't talk about any of that..... I just wanted to see you again." They claimed. You were hesitant to accept their compromise but did none the less. With your guard still up you sat on your couch beside them.

"Are you hungry? I thought you'd be hungry by now so I made Alfredo." They said.

After not eating all day you gut made itself known with a loud growl. You frowned before getting up to make yourself a plate. Eating some of it on your way back to the couch you stomach finally stopped it's noises. "Thank you, it's really good."

"No problem, I already ate so eat as much as you want." They said before turning to watch the rest of the movie. And just like that, back to normal.

It was getting late and you could hear the rain on the roof. Thunder lightly rumbled out side and you were cuddled into your partners side. The TV had already played a few things and you were getting tired. You had planned to fall asleep in your spot on the couch before your partner spoke.

"Y/n. What do you like about this place?" They quietly asked. That instantly woke you up.

"I like plenty of things about it. This cabin, the land, the wildlife. The townspeople are nice. I love everything about it." You passionately expressed. Their brows furrowed at that.

"I don't understand. You can live in the city and still visit these places." They said. You were already tired and really didn't want to talk about this right now.

"What happened to not caring about our problems anymore?" You questioned. They were silent for a second before continuing.

"What happened to being together for the rest of our lives? You left me in the city!" Their words cut deep and sparked rage instantly.

"Why can't you just drop it! Why can't you see that I'm doing this for you too! Shouldn't you be happy for me? We're living in an economy where you end up paying thousands of dollars every year just to stay alive and now I have this opportunity and you just want me to throw it away!?! Why do you have to have everything your way all the damn time!" You yelled as you got up from the couch and crossed your arms.

"No! You're the one being selfish! We already had a life in the city that you uprooted for this stupid fucking dream of yours!" They screamed at you from the couch. "This is unrealistic! It's not sustainable! And just.... UGH it's fucked!!" They yelled standing just to punching the wall. Fortunately your house was sturdy and wouldn't get damaged so easy. You were already crying by the time they were done yelling, and after seeing your face it just made them angrier. You wanted to just curl up in your room in a ball like usual but you knew you couldn't this time. They'd just follow you.

You needed to leave.

You walked towards the door as they kept ranting.

"Where are you going!? It's raining and its midnight!" They yelled walking towards you.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" You cried. They seemed to snap out of their angry haze and looked at you shocked. "I'm leaving until you get out of here. Go home!! Just leave me alone!" You screamed as you opened the door and slammed it. Cold wet wind immediately blew into your already tired body but the adrenaline allowed you to push through. Thunder clapped in the skies and sobs wracked through your body. There was only one place you could go this late. You'd hoped he'd still be up practicing on his guitar or something.

Mud squelched under your feet as your made your trek into town. Cold rain poured down on you and you could see the dull light of Sam's porch light coming into view. You knew his family was asleep so you went over to his window. Faint strums from a guitar lightly played behind the glass. You sighed in relief at the sound. You lightly knocked on the window and waited patiently. A few seconds passed before the blinds on the other side lifted. As soon as he saw it was you he opened up his window and helped you climb inside.

"You're drenched! Are you ok?" He bombarded you with questions. Your shivering form and puffy eyes were enough to give him some signs as to what had happened.

"No." You sighed as you sat on the floor in front of the window. Your exhaustion quickly caught up with you and the rain made your clothes feel ten pounds heavier. You brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. Sam got a blanket off his bed and threw it over your shoulders before sitting next to you

"My partner was waiting for me at home today. I didnt have my phone so I had no idea." You said. "We had a fight the night before but they seemed to want to move past that so I let them stay. I should've just kicked them out. They're never going to understand what i do. What i want l, or who i want to be" You said, tears pricked your eyes. "I'm doing this for them too.... and all they do is call me stupid for it." You cried. "Why do they love to hate me?" You felt bad that you were dumping all this on your friend but you just wanted support. "My farm isn't some stupid dream i came up with on the fly."

A comforting hand rubbed your back as Sam held his tongue. There were only a few other times where you'd kinda let him in on what was really happening. But he'd heard enough to piece together that this person was an asshole. How could someone like that end up with someone as sweet as you.

"You're right. It's not some stupid dream, so why do you keep letting them tell you that?" He asked. Maybe that was a little too blunt. But he was tired of seeing you seeing you caught in their web, not even attempting to escape. You were silent. If anything that made you cry a bit harder. He immediately regretted what he said and rubbed your back a little harder out of stress.

But he's right, all the things they do happen becaue you let it. You never felt powerful enough to stop them, all you could ever do is run away.

"Because.... I'm scared." You confessed. "Whenever I want to say anything to them, something in the back of my head tells me not to. Like my premonition is telling me something bad will happen."

"Y/n.....that's terrible." He said. "You don't deserve that."

"I feel like I do." You replied. The comforting hand on your back stopped and instead moved to caress your cheek. You turned to look at him. He looked back with sad eyes. Almost as if he could cry with you.

"You don't." He said firmly. "You deserve someone who's going to support you no matter what. Someone who'll be there when you cry, even if it's something simple like stepping on your favorite flower." You smiled. You remembered that day. Rip Petunia. His thumb wiped the tears from underneath your swollen eyes. His touch was warm, and made your heart beat just a little faster.

"If only someone like that existed." You weakly laughed. He just looked at you. Debating if he was gonna say what he actually wanted to say. He felt like if he passed this opportunity up there'd be no second chances.

"He does, I'm right here." He confessed.

You were always ashamed when you gave in to his incessant flirting. Comments here and there, 'accidental' touches, wanting to be around each other all the time. Though you were in a relationship, the longer you were in stardew valley the more you realized how much your partner drained you. How much you longed for a real connection, someone who loved you.

"Really?" Was all you could utter, not conveying how happy you really were.

"Yeah, really." He confirmed. A scarlet hue started to take over his face but he was still serious. Something about the way he looked at you told you to trust him. There was a special bond between the two of you and you'd know it from the start. You just denied it. You wanted to cry again, knowing someone like him had been in your life for a while now. A supporter, a friend, and maybe, if you let him. Something more.

You didn't really know what to say. Your words wouldn't be able to convey how you felt so you just curled into his side. Taking in his warmth. His body was stiff but eased up after a second. His arm fell naturally on your shoulders and pulled you closer. You'd never felt so anxious around Sam as you did right now. Heart racing, cheeks hot. Alot of feelings you'd pushed down over the months had resurfaced in an instant.

"You're still drenched. Do you want some of my clothes? You're gonna freeze in here." He fretted. The question made you aware of just how cold and uncomfortable you were in your still wet clothes.

"That'd be nice." You smiled standing up from your spot. You left the cover on the floor and walked with Sam to his dresser. He handed you a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts and showed you where the restroom was.

You closed the door behind you and changed out of your muddy clothes. You washed off any mud you got on your body before putting on the nice clean clothes, you took a second to take in your state in the mirror. You've looked better. Your eyes were still red from crying so long and your hair got tangled in the harsh rain. You took a moment to run your fingers through your hair only being able to tame half of it. You left the restroom and headed back to Sam's room. Your hand rested above the door handle and you debated how you were going to ask him if you could stay the night. You couldn't go back home, not until tomorrow at least and there's no one else you were close enough with to ask. And besides. You wanted to stay, he made you feel safe. You were able to be vulnerable around him and you knew he'd never chastise you over it.

Entering the room you saw he'd already made a spot on the floor for himself. A few blankets and pillows positioned how he liked. You evaluated what was happening before you said something.

"Sam?" You looked at him laying on his makeshift bed. He smiled.

"Well, I didn't think you'd be going home tonight. It's storming outside and I wouldn't want you to go home anyway considering the situation." He said. Gesturing to his bed. "It's all yours, come lay down, I know you're tired." He concluded. You were slightly taken aback. He already anticipated you staying the night and was really sweet about it. You walked over and laid down in his bed. It was a different type of comfort. Different from your own bed, your always felt cold and empty. Comforting only because you weren't constricted by a possessive embrace. But in his it was almost like the bed could swallow you up. Various pillows and a giant cover made you feel like you were in a little nest. Safe and secure. You rolled on your side so you could look at Sam who met your gaze from the floor.

"Thank you.. you're doing alot for me tonight." You expressed your gratitude. He grinned.

"Your worth doing so much for." He said in a soft voice. It made your heart flutter.

With a content sigh you laid on your back and closed your eyes. You were absolutely exhausted. But no matter how long you kept your eyes closed sleep wouldn't come. Tiny recaps of your night kept playing over and over again, keeping you in your restless state. You shyly looked over at Sam's now sleeping figure and couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to purge all your thoughts for you. As if he heard you in his dreams he woke up and caught your lingering gaze.

"You ok?" He yawned, rubbing one of his eyes. You were silently debating in your head if it was ok to ask if he could hold you. You knew he probably wouldn't mind, but you couldn't help but wonder if it broke any of his boundaries.

"Can you come here?" You asked. The dark room did well to hide the blush taking over your face. He was quiet but you could hear the sound of him getting up before he sat on the edge of the bed.

"You ok?" He asked you again, in slightly more worried tone this time.

"I will be, ....can you just hold me?...Sorry if thats weird to ask." You mumbled fingers fidgeting with hem of one of the pillows. He laughed.

"Sure weirdo, scoot over." He instructed as you moved closer to the wall. You didn't expect for him to actually climb into bed with you for some reason, and you didn't exactly know how to go about what you just asked for.

Luckily for you he wasn't so shy. After he made himself comfortable under the covers he pulled you into his chest. His chin rested on top of your head and his arm draped over you. When he held you it wasn't uncomfortable. His arms were loose and inviting, not the constriction you were used to. Yesterday, you would've never thought you'd end up here. Where you were meant to be.

"Thank you." You mumbled into his chest.

"No, thank you. For trusting me. From now on you don't have to worry about anything" He said planting a kiss on your head. "I'll make it all better." He whispered. The intimacy of his voice in your ear really did make those words stick in your mind. You wrapped your arm around his torso, ready to fully embrace his warmth. As you drifted off into a peaceful slumber you thanked the world for giving you Sam.

A radiant light that you were lucky enough to see.

[mana-jjk]

i have like 3 long posts in the drafts about a college au, hard of hearing toge and partially blind maki, and inuokko dynamic with kids but here i am, once again, not finishing my wip <3

so anyway, first and second years and how much they believed in santa, second years being a lot longer because i am actually insane. ft. inuokko and nobamaki of course

yuuji - his dad probably wanted him to have so much magic in the holidays, but his grandfather was very practical. so he probably got a singular santa christmas before being raised to know he wasn’t real. but yuuji is such a good kid that he kept it to himself and just played along with the other kids. choso still thinks he believes, probably because a small part of him is a little kid at heart.

megumi - tsumiki did her best to keep the magic of the holidays, but they didn’t have a lot of money so she struggled a lot. he’s a very practical kid so it didn’t take him long to figure it out. for a while he didn’t say anything until it slipped out in an argument that he knew and wasn’t a kid. when gojo adopted them, he took a little too much enjoyment in gaslighting them that santa was real but had been delivering their presents somewhere else. not out of being a good guardian, but because he enjoys lying to children, especially pulling off weird feats and watching megumi twitch.

nobara - 100% believed in santa the longest out of the trio and is embarrassed by it. if you ask her, she always knew he was fake and she was just trying to get cool presents. but if you ask her grandmother, she would go on an exasperated rant on how stubborn she was in believing in santa, and threw a fit every time someone tried saying he wasn’t. she still loves christmas, the aesthetic, presents, cafes, specials, etc. and gets excited like a little kid. she begs maki to match outfits and go ice skating and get the special christmas cake with her. at heart she’s still a little girl in a lot of ways, even if she won’t admit it.

panda - he stills believes in santa. it’s a long going pact for no one to tell him that his dad is blackmailing everyone to let him keep believing. Despite being a rational creature who insists human are the silly ones, he abides by traditions strictly to ensure that santa will show up. yaga has basically been enforcing his belief because he finds it cute and it lets him act like a parent for at least a small while.

maki - was never allowed to believe in santa, didn’t even know what he was apart from the glances she and mai would get in store windows and atop strawberry cakes they were never allowed to have. the most joy they stole for themselves around that day was when it would snow. sneaking out of their room, they would draw shapes into the show and making matching snowmen for each other that they hid in bushes. when taken to help with shopping, they’d discreetly awe at the shining lights and everything they weren’t allowed to indulge in. when maki came to jujutsu high, it was simultaneously difficult and gratifying to partake in everything she was denied as a child. she loves junk food, so having kfc chicken and strawberry cake for the first time was life changing. she pretends to complain when nobara drags her out, but never puts up a fight for too long before they’re interlocking hands and looking into store windows that she had only ever been able to steal glances at. despite always vying to spite her family, sometimes she forgets the simplest way to do so is in living her life happily. that’s why, when nobara insists on pulling her into the ice skating ring, gripping her arms with a wide grin and a practiced ease in the way she skates them in circles, fingertips still warm from holding the hot chocolate, and eyes sparkling, maki can feel her walls melting down. when they eventually move into together, after everything, their wounds ache in the cold. nobara no longer has the confidence to go out into the city, not missing an eye and with a scarred face. it’s maki who gently drags her out, who pulls her under the christmas lights and pushes back her hair, presses her lips to her forehead and just holds her. despite everything, despite how much they lost, despite how maki’s heart burns every time she sees the snow, despite how nobara’s heart thunders every time someone looks for too long, they haven’t lost each other.

toge - like maki, he never even knew what santa was. growing up, he was seen as dangerous from the moment he opened his mouth. teaching him how to talk was seen as dangerous because the more words he knew, the more that could be used against them. so there was no outings, no TV, no visitors, nothing beyond the grounds he grew up in. he spent his entire childhood restricted until gojo intervened. but that’s for another time on my headcanon of his backstory ✨ so, coming into jujutsu high he was experiencing these things for the first time. gojo goes all out for christmas, so it was a heck of a first impression. at night, when everyone was asleep, he’d spend hours looking at their mini tree, hands around a cup of tee. the first present gojo gave him was a blue scarf, so he wasn’t always restricted to face masks. he signed it off as santa, but it took one alarmed look from a possible intruder for maki to tell him. he has a weird relationship with the holiday, like a new person coming into an established friendship, like an interloper. he enjoys it passively, but can’t help but feel like he’s intruding within it every time it comes around. though it’s the same for most, if not all, holidays. yuuta sees it despite how toge prides himself on hiding it from his friends, and takes every opportunity to prove him wrong. toge finds himself subject to traditions that still confuse him, but he never could deny the other. so at late hours he finds himself cutting paper snowflakes, listening to japanese christmas songs, watching too many movies about the elusive santa. at early hours, yuuta physically drags him from his bed, sometimes having too carry him, to open presents at too early of an hour. when yuuta leaves, christmas is cold again, and only vaguely feels right when they video call each other from opposite time zones. despite yuuta’s excitement of the holiday, he opens his present from miguel and gojo early so they can do it together.

yuuta - he grew up in a very normal household that did actually let him have a good experience with the holiday. he and his sister would decorate together, wake up as early as possible, and indulge in as many activities as they could. rika would join them later, snowball fights and arts and crafts that ended in sticky hands and laughter. when rika died, all of the joy went with her. his parents never actually told him santa wasn’t real, after rika died it just didn’t matter to him anymore. when his sister tried to initiate a snow ball fight, rika nearly broke her arm. after that, his household lived in a constant state of holding its breath. his sister tried and tried to reach out to him for everything they used to do, but again and again rika would hurt her until his parents physically pulled her away from him. when he was taken to be executed, he thought maybe his family would be able to celebrate christmas again. of course his first christmas eve at jujutsu high ended with him murdering his teachers gay lover, and freeing his childhood friend, but they did end up having a small celebration despite it all. after that, after he came back from abroad, after the war finally finished, he finally allowed himself to enjoy the holiday again. he spent hours decorating the little apartment he and toge were staying in, sheepishly scratching the back of his head when toge looked at the mistletoe with a raised eyebrow. he takes toge to markets and to the illuminations around the plazas and districts, trying to pretend like he didn’t spend hours researching the ideal holidate. despite that it’s toge that always gives him the perfect gift at the perfect time. the one he’d never be able to forget, was a product of those times he’d whisper in tears that he wished he knew how his sister was doing, too scared to reach out himself, wishing he’d get even postcard. he would never be able to forget the way toge squeezed his hand before pointing at a girl. even after a few years, he’d recognized her immediately. she hasn’t noticed them yet, intentionally on toge’s part, he was giving him a chance to decide. breathless, he called out her name, she turned to him and smiled with tears in her eyes, and for the first time in years they were allowed to hold each other other. he loves the holidays, loves his friends, his boyfriend, his sister, and loves that after everything, he was given the chance to live so joyously.

[thecorvidcurio-if]

Thoughts On Love

"What do you think love is?"

These are their answers before their routes are played. Their answers afterwards will be under the cut.

Vicente

"Love is providing for those you care about. It’s attending their needs and ensuring their safety and happiness. Love is putting those you care for before yourself."

Abby

"Love is uhhhh... I dunno! All I really have t’go on is what everyone else says, ‘n they all say different things! It's in songs ‘n stuff, uhhh— Oh! Right, it causes LOTS of drama, which is always fun! Not sure what the point of it is, though!"

Marina

"Someone can say they love you all day every day and it’d still be empty. Words are fuckin’ worthless. We are what we do, not what we say. If there's no love in the way someone acts then there's no love at all. Period."

Thea

"Ah, love… I do appreciate a good romance. In fiction, that is. In reality, it rather loses its lustre. Romance is alluring, and few can resist the... siren song, if you will. The problem arises when people confuse desire for love. You can't have love without desire, but you can most certainly have desire without love. Most of the time, people don't actually love their person of interest but just the idea of them. It’s harder to love a whole, flawed person. It’s one thing to love the way someone shines. It’s quite another to love the rest of them as well."

Kaida

"Love is non-existent. Any amount of… ‘care’ someone claims to feel for you only stems from whatever you provide for them. Once you are no longer useful or they’ve otherwise taken all you have to give… It’s frankly impressive how quickly ‘love’ gives way to the resentment of being saddled with someone who has become a useless and disposable thing. I have no interest in subjecting someone to that, and I have even less interest in being reduced to such a state again."

Shiloh

".......Mm. My….. understanding… is that love…… comes from the heart... I…. don't think my physical anatomy… has any organs….. including a heart muscle…… but I… haven't been able to check... I….. don't have a pulse…… so it stands to reason I don't…Mm. …I don’t have a heart. So….. it follows that love…… is beyond me…. Right?"

????

"Love is not something that one such as I am at liberty to consider for myself, but in a general sense, my view of it is complicated. Rarely do I see a happy ending. Not because they do not exist but, well… By the time I come around, ‘happily ever after’ has typically run its course. Even so, the pain I see is but a clear sign that love is something truly precious."

 Vicente

"Love is a house you’ve built with those you care for. It takes time and a team effort poured into a process that can be frustrating and exhausting. The quality of the result is decided by the materials used and the care taken in its construction. If you do it right, it can provide warmth and shelter even on the coldest night in the dead of winter, and there’s a comfort in knowing that those dearest to you are safe with you there."

Abby

"Love is when someone appreciates you for you, even when you're not— Even if you aren’t— Mmngh… I dunno. It’s— It’s being seen. Being really known by someone, ‘n they come closer instead of runnin’ away. ‘N you see them like they see you, even the not-fun bits, but even those bits are worth it 'cause it's them, y'know? They’re them, ‘n that's enough for you. You're enough for them, or— Or, at least, you’re not too much. They don’t, y’know— They don’t come at you with a list of all the ways you aren’t what they want you to be. They aren’t just— I dunno— Tolerating you, I guess.”

Marina

"Sometimes the people who're s'posed to love you suck absolute shit at it. So, you leave 'em behind, and you find people who put their money where their damn mouth is. People who actually give an actual, genuine fuck about your wellbeing and happiness. People who don’t have a million stupid, useless, infuriating conditions and expectations you need to meet for them to keep giving a fuck. People who don’t threaten to take their love away to keep you in line.”

Thea

"Attempting to describe what love is would be pointless. It isn’t something so easily put into words, which is perhaps why I have found it so elusive for so long. I can describe what it isn’t, though. It isn’t a role you play. It isn’t a costume you desperately try to fit into, carving away any parts of yourself that may be inconvenient. It isn't a transaction, and it isn't a competition. It isn’t something you should have to fight and beg for, and it isn’t something you can gain through expensive gifts and pretty lies. It isn’t something you can gain by twisting things to make yourself look good, because eventually things will untwist, and you’ll be seen for exactly what you are.”

Kaida

"I’m rarely ever wrong, and even more rarely ever happy to be wrong. In this, I’m… beyond pleased to be both. I… cannot say that most claims of love are honest and sincere. But... I can accept that sincere love exists, and when it does— ...I thought I understood, but I didn't, and I don't. Nothing is as I thought it was. Something I have been so sure of for thousands of years has been proven false and that's… That’s terrifying. I'm... okay with that, though. The terror of it all is far preferable to the loneliness of the alternative."

Shiloh

"Mmn. Love is…… scary…. It’s a feeling of…. flying and falling, at the same time… Everything is both hazy…. and unbearably vivid... Going too fast… while moving in slow motion…. Mm. It’s…. an ache… but it’s an ache to savour. It's… all too much… but never enough. Holding you together…. while tearing you apart….. And it's wonderful….. I’m still… fairly certain that I… don’t have an actual, physical heart, but… It sometimes… feels like I might…"

????

"I still do not know. Even having experienced it, I do not understand it. But I find that I do not want to, nor do I need to. I am simply glad to have it. That is all I need. All I ask. More than I ever thought I would receive. Just... just to have it. To be around it. That is all."

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Forever ago in the far off ancient time of 2017, one of the writers for Dragon Age made some tweets of the romance options he'd written responding to being asked about love. I really liked the idea so when I remembered it I thought it'd make a good warm-up, and once they were done I thought you all may enjoy them. So, here you go. I hope you all have a lovely day.

[kabie-whump]

✧･ﾟRipe, About to Fall - Part 4 ✧･ﾟ

This is an 18+ slowish burn pet-whump story with added romance.

Title from 'Liquid Smooth' by Mitski

Series Summary and Warnings Masterlist, Previous, First Chapter Summary: Ventis has been poisoned, and he's not getting better. Chapter Warnings: Poison, sickness, references to major character death (but spolier alert it doesn't happen)

* Onthyes does not belong to me. He was created by my wonderful gf @sapphicccici and I have kidnapped him.

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Onthyes didn’t even know that Ventis had his own bedroom. He’d spent every night so far in Athos’s bed, but now that the genasi was all sweaty and near catatonic he’d been sent to his own bed to recover.

It happened so fast. One moment Ventis had been standing happily next to his master and sipping his drink while the man chatted away with some party guests about the current silk market, and the next moment his face had gone pale and his knees had buckled.

Onthyes had watched as Ventis grabbed onto Athos to catch himself and Athos held him up and laughed something about him not being able to handle his liquor. A sinking sensation in the pit of Onthyes’s stomach had clued him in that Ventis was something other than drunk, and he had hurried over to the pair just as the glass slipped from Ventis’s hand and shattered on the tile floor.

There had been some sort of commotion, but Onthyes didn’t notice it. He was too busy lunging forward, taking Ventis’s unmoving body in his arms and lowering him gently to the floor before he could fall.

Athos had knelt next to them, running his mouth as he always did but not doing anything helpful while Onthyes silently felt for Ventis’s pulse - weak, too fast - and checked his breathing - barely there.

That was last night. Athos had been in a panic ever since, bringing doctor after doctor into Ventis’s room, who each told him the same thing.

“I’m sorry. I’ve tried everything.”

“The antidotes aren’t working.”

“I can take his measurements for a coffin now, if you’d like.”

And it had become Onthyes’s job to stay by the genasi’s side even when Athos was forced to be somewhere else.

It was hard to watch someone so beautiful deteriorate so quickly. Ventis’s skin had desaturated into a sickly grayish-blue. Every breath he took seemed to require herculean effort, and it was clear that not a moment passed when he wasn’t in pain. Onthyes almost wished the poison would just end him already.

But Athos insisted on not losing hope. He was going to keep trying to save his pet until his heart stopped, and even after that Onthyes wouldn't be surprised if he started consulting necromancers.

As much as he hated the way Athos treated Ventis, Onthyes had to admit that he loved him in his own twisted way.

“Please,” Ventis rasped, pulling Onthyes out of his thoughts.

Onthyes leaned in closer. Ventis had these wakeful moments sometimes, when he would mumble something or try to move, but he didn’t seem entirely lucid even then.

“What do you need?” Onthyes asked, reaching out to take Ventis’s hand. His skin was entirely too hot. “I’m right here.”

His features scrunched with discomfort and he shifted, muscles straining as he made a weak attempt to move towards the edge of the bed. Onthyes placed a hand on his shoulder, carefully pushing him back down.

“Don’t try to move,” he warned. “You’re sick. You need to stay in bed.”

“Hurts.”

Onthyes’s heart squeezed in his chest. “I know. I’m sorry. We’re doing everything we can to help you, but you have to try to fight, okay?”

A tired nod.

“Would you drink some water?”

Ventis mumbled unhappily, turning his face away.

It was at that moment that Athos returned from a meeting, his eyes searching Ventis for any sign of improvement as soon as he crossed the room’s threshold.

“How is he? Is he awake?” Athos sat on the bed on the side opposite to Onthyes, stroking Ventis’s cheek. Ventis flinched, and Athos failed to hide his disappointment at the clear rejection from his pet.

“I have been trying to get him to drink, but no luck so far,” Onthyes reported.

“He’ll do it for me, I am sure,” Athos declared, hooking an arm behind Ventis’s back to help him sit up and making Ventis groan at the sudden movement.

Onthyes moved quickly, helping Athos to lift him and grabbing a pillow to tuck behind his back so he could sit comfortably. Athos was so eager to help care for Ventis, but he had a tendency to cause more pain.

“Come on, my love,” Athos coaxed, touching the glass to Ventis’s lips.

Whimpering, Ventis kept his mouth closed and turned away.

Athos’s gaze made a quick shift from affection to annoyance. “Don’t be difficult, pet,” he spat.

The harshness of Athos’s tone just made Ventis shut down even more and the genasi made a failed effort to sink back down into the blankets.

“Can I try, sir?” Onthyes asked.

Athos passed him the water with an unintelligible grumble. Onthyes approached Ventis with it slowly, patiently. “Let me know when you’re ready for it,” Onthyes said, his voice soft. “You need to drink this, but you can do it on your own terms, alright?”

Ventis finally cracked his eyes open, gazing tiredly at Onthyes for a long moment before he parted his lips, flicking his eyes towards the glass.

Onthyes took the cue, tipping a small amount of water into his mouth and pulling away, giving him time to swallow and waiting until he opened his mouth again to give him more. It was slow going but it worked, and Onthyes did his best to ignore the icy way Athos was watching him.

Ventis gave a weak wave of his hand to indicate he was finished. The water still filled the glass halfway, but any amount was satisfactory to Onthyes.

“He just needed a little patience,” Onthyes said softly as Ventis’s eyes drifted closed and his posture started to go slack again. “That’s all.”

“Take a break Onthyes. I’ll watch him for now.”

Onthyes stiffened. He’d forgotten who he’d been talking to - the man who had cut off the hands of a guard who had touched Ventis once. Challenging the way he cared for his most beloved possession was probably not a smart move if he wanted to keep all of his limbs.

“Yes sir. I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“Leave us.”

By the next morning, Athos acted as if nothing had happened. Onthyes was once again assigned to the task of sitting with Ventis while servants and healers stopped in periodically to change the linens or offer a fresh dose of whatever new remedy Athos wanted to try this time. Ventis still wasn’t responding to treatment, and his fever raged higher than ever today. He had become too weak to move; too weak to do anything but stare with glazed eyes as Athos tearfully offered his golden flute and begged him to play something.

A private investigator hired by Athos came by at some point and reported that she had still found no leads as to who had poisoned Ventis or what their motive was. Athos shattered a glass pitcher against a wall and Ventis barely had the energy to flinch.

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That night, after Onthyes had once again been left alone to care for Ventis, things took a turn for the worse.

Onthyes had begun to sink in the armchair he occupied next to the bed, lulled towards sleep by the dim candlelight and the distant sound of waves sweeping the shore. Ventis was sleeping fitfully, and he had remained relatively stable so far.

A soft gasp, then a shuddering, rattling breath.

Onthyes sat up straight, turning his full attention to Ventis. His lips were parted slightly, trembling as he struggled to breathe. He had gone unnaturally pale, and when Onthyes touched his hand it was cold and clammy.

He was out of time.

Onthyes knew he should go get Athos. The man would probably want to be there for the death of his dearest companion.

But Onthyes refused to let Ventis die in the arms of his captor. He refused to let him die in his cage, gilded as it was.

Before he knew what he was doing Onthyes took Ventis in his arms, wrapping him in blankets before lifting him and slipping out the door into the darkened hallway. Ventis shuddered and whined at the movement, his labored breaths cold on Onthyes’s neck.

Onthyes crept through the manor, avoiding the prying eyes of any servants or guards until he reached a back entrance. From there it was an easy walk down a little path to Athos’s private beach.

There were no witnesses as Onthyes held his charge easily with one arm while he spread out a blanket, then laid Ventis out on it. Moonlight lit the sand and the foamy waves with a silvery glow and Ventis shone with it, his scales glinting in the dark. He was beautiful, even at the end of his life. This wasn’t fair.

Onthyes laid down next to him, staring up at the vast expanse of sky above. “The stars are out,” he said softly.

Ventis stirred next to him, and Onthyes turned to watch as his lilac eyes opened to the sky and went wide with awe. A shiver tore through his body.

“I thought you’d want to see them before…” He couldn’t bear to say it. He wasn’t sure if Ventis knew that he was dying, but Onthyes didn’t want to be the one to tell him.

Except…

As he stared up at the stars, life seemed to return to Ventis’s eyes, his skin soaking up saturation with every gust of cold wind that wrapped around him. His breaths came easier with every passing moment, until Onthyes could almost believe that he had nothing but a common cold.

But Ventis didn’t look happy. If anything, every ounce of health returned to his body came with pain. He let out a short sob, turning onto his side and curling into himself.

Onthyes sat up quickly, a hand on Ventis’s back.

“Ventis? What’s wrong?”

“Take me back,” Ventis whispered brokenly.

“What?”

“Take me inside. Please. I can’t bear it.”

Onthyes helped Ventis sit up, keeping an arm around the genasi so he could continue crying into his shoulder. “I don’t understand. I thought this would bring you comfort.”

Ventis shook his head hard. “It just hurts. Please.”

He’d had good intentions, but he refused to continue to hurt Ventis if this wasn’t what he wanted. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

Ventis calmed as soon as the door closed behind them, muting the rhythmic sound of the waves. Onthyes made sure to dispose of the sandy blankets before he snuck Ventis back into his bedroom, tucking him safely into bed. He was still in disbelief over Ventis’s miraculous recovery, but he didn’t question it.

Besides, he was already starting to look bad again as he drifted off, his breaths going faint and his skin going dull once more.

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The following afternoon, Ventis was seen by Dust, a stony skinned woman with a hood covering her bald head - not a healer but a scholar in the ways of elementals. Athos had explained to Onthyes that he hoped she might notice something that others have not.

Cracks appeared between Dust’s brow as she frowned, leaning over Ventis. He didn’t look to be on the verge of death like he had last night, but he had certainly gotten bad again.

“How long has he been sick?” Dust asked, her voice deep and gravelly.

“A week,” Athos answered. The man was a wreck - usually immaculate clothes disheveled and wrinkled.

Dust hummed to herself as she continued to examine Ventis, pulling back his top lip to expose a peek of fangs. “He’s a strange sort of hybrid,” she muttered to herself. “Air genasi, certainly, but there are elements of human and dragon here as well. I’ve never seen his like. I would love to study him some day.”

Athos visibly tensed at her words, but his discomfort didn’t break his sardonic smile. “Heal him, and I’ll invite you back to take a closer look.”

“I’m not sure that I can.”

Onthyes tensed. Athos has been told ‘no’ by so many healers now, and every time his reaction has been more volatile.

“Why not?” Athos growled. “He ingested a simple toxin. He’s received countless antidotes. And still he refuses to recover. What’s wrong with him?”

Dust gave Athos a long look, then sat down on the edge of Ventis’s bed. She ran her fingers over the delicate golden collar that adorned his neck even in sickness.

“Tell me the truth, Athos. What is his position in your household?”

Athos hesitated. “He’s my companion. My partner.”

“So the two of you are at equal standing?”

“Well, I am the master of this house. He answers to me the same as everyone else does. But he enjoys luxuries unlike any of my staff.”

“He may come and go as he pleases, then?”

This answer took longer to come. “He… Ventis is confined to my property, but he may pursue whatever interest he likes with adequate permission from me.”

Dust seemed dissatisfied with Athos’s answer. She turned to Onthyes, who had been watching quietly from his place by the door. “What would you say Ventis’s position is here, guard? His life depends on you telling me the truth.”

Onthyes bit his lip. His interpretation of the truth may upset Athos, but he cared more about helping Ventis.

“He’s a pet, Miss. He is under Athos’s command, and he has no autonomy otherwise.”

Dust seemed disappointed, but not surprised. “I see. Thank you. How long has he been here, Athos?”

“Three years.”

“Three-” more cracks appeared across Dust’s skin before she composed herself with a deep breath. “And how often do you take him out to fly?”

Athos stared at her blankly. “He doesn’t fly.”

“Now isn’t a time for jokes, sir.”

“No, really. I have never seen him fly and he has never expressed a desire to.”

Rubbing her temples, Dust stood and began to wander the room restlessly. “Strange. This whole situation is strange. I don’t understand how he hasn’t died already.”

“What do you mean?”

“In short, air elementals don’t survive in captivity for very long. Even a hybrid genasi like Ventis would be expected to fade away after about a year. They need to be like the wind; to move from place to place with no restrictions. Otherwise…” She sat again, placing her hand over Ventis’s trembling hands. “It’s a death of the spirit, not the body. Spells and medicine won’t cure it. I have no idea how he has made it this far, but I imagine the poison may have triggered it somehow. His body refuses to heal because his spirit is dying.”

Onthyes knew how Ventis had survived so long, and Athos knew it too. Nightspill. Ventis was too numb to even notice that his freedom had been stripped from him.

And this must explain why he seemed so much better last night when Onthyes had snuck him out onto the beach. It was a taste of freedom; just enough to restore his spirit so he could keep fighting. But it didn’t explain why being outside had distressed him so badly.

“How do I save him? Please, I’ll do anything.”

Dust fixed Athos with a cold look. “Anything?”

“Yes.”

“Set him free.”

Onthyes watched the color drain from Athos’s face. “I… I understand. Thank you.” He gestured to Onthyes.

Onthyes nodded shortly, opening the door for Dust and accompanying her down the hall.

“Thank you for your honesty back there,” Dust said as they walked. “I’d had my suspicions, but I didn’t want to asume”

“Would you like some more honesty, then?” Onthyes asked, dropping his voice low.

“Please.”

“Athos Landleigh is a monster. The way he treats Ventis…” He shook his head. “It’s sickening. It takes everything in me not to steal him away in the night and get him far away from here.”

“Why don’t you?”

Onthyes stopped walking, taking Dust by the arm so he could lean in and talk even softer. “Athos doses him with Nightspill every morning. Even if he had the opportunity to escape and could think clearly enough to take it, the withdrawls would send him right back here.”

“Gods. He is a monster. And Nimbria guard wouldn't dare do anything, would they?”

Onthyes shook his head. “I was a member once.” He decided to spare the detail that his father was literally the captain. “They turn a blind eye to this sort of thing.”

Dust looked up at Onthyes, taking him by the shoulders. “It seems hopeless, but please don’t stop trying. You seem like a good man. Don’t let yourself become complicit.”

“I won’t give up,” Onthyes assured her.

With that he showed her out; she gave him one last wave before disappearing out the gate.

Onthyes made his way back towards Ventis’s room, wondering what Athos’s decision would be.

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Part 5

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Ventisposting taglist (aka a list of people I'd like to bake cookies for):

@scp-1296 @sapphicccici @acer-gaysimpstuff @morning-star-whump @yeetmyskeet @rainydaywhump

[essentialsugar]

" A Starry Change of Heart "

Summary: You're the only thing that's been keeping him happy, so please take care of his precious heart.

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Warnings: grammar mistakes (whoo), 2nd reader pov (you, you're, your, etc,.), gn!reader

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle Rosehearts :

"What a tyrant." is what Riddle hears most of the times he walks past the school halls. He'd always get bothered by the fact that people called him this title, but he's gotten used to it. He's even used to the glances and looks that students give him.

In Riddle's life, he wasn't able to experience any kindness from people, not even his mother.

Riddle's mother would always expect something from him, whether it be about his grades, health, education, and many other things. Riddle mostly stayed indoors because of his mother but convinced himself that she was only doing this for his health and knowledge, but sometimes he felt that she was unfair in certain times.

His only friends were only Trey and Chenya, aside from them, he had no one. Riddle never really experienced what love was either because of his parent's constant arguing or because of the amount of disagreements they had. This resulted in Riddle having an induratize mindset.

But when he first met you, he didn't really understand his feelings for you. Riddle realized that his feelings weren't really equated with the other feelings he has, especially Trey, whom for his dormmate he'd known for a long time. He was quite angry at himself for not knowing what his feelings were. He once tried looking in a book for whatever he was feeling but failed (and by books, I meant dictionaries...).

It took Riddle quite a while to figure out what the feelings he was experiencing were. At first, he thought it was some kind of sickness and he wanted to be as far away from you as possible, but he couldn't after some time. It made his heartache just to be in reach with you. Yes, it was stressful and hard to endure his feelings but he soon accepted it.

To Riddle, you had a special place in his heart unknowingly, despite you getting in trouble most of the time (so he has to scold you for such things). The students in Heartslabyul have noticed that he had a soft spot for you and it was incredibly noticeable sadly. They even noticed how he took your punishments more lightly than theirs, and they got jealous for a while.

Riddle has never shown such sides of himself to anyone, after all, he does have a reputation to keep up. But, he can't help himself whenever he's around you. You would notice this whenever he's near you. Like how he would always invite you to a private tea party in his spare free time, or whenever you have some time to spare. You two would talk about many things, and although he kept up his 'formal' figure, you would notice how it would falter a bit.

Nonetheless, Riddle would never show this openly because he's scared of Ace, who would and can constantly tease him if he were to ever see his tyrant of a dorm leader show affection to someone.

Though, sometimes Riddle would doubt himself. He was insecure about how you'd judge him for being a 'tyrant' just like most people in NRC. But to his surprise, you didn't care. In situations where he gets really heated, you'd always be there for him and calm him down, especially when the Adeuce + Grim duo gets into trouble. He appreciates you, and he'll show it in his own way.

As Riddle was in his trance of thought, a loud knocking shook him out of him. Riddle turned to see you holding a tray of tea and some little snacks, "Good evening Riddle! I thought you may need a break from the amount of work you have. Plus, you look like you've been busying yourself again, so I made you some tea and snacks! A mini tea party, just for us." you said enthusiastically. Riddle smiled at this and invited you over to sit down next to him, which you happily did.

As you were rambling about how Ace stole your lunch, you noticed how Riddle was lost in thought for a moment. You stopped mid-way, "Riddle?" You've never seen Riddle lost in thought before and it was kinda nerve-wracking. The most you could do in this situation is-

"I love you."

. . . huh?

"I love you Y/N," Riddle softly said once again "so please, take care of my heart as it shall forever be yours."

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AN's ) I hate how I rushed this..but sadly I need to get my assignments done to write or post some more twisted wonderland things since this is the only thing I can work on whenever I'm bored, so yay and nay for me. Doing Riddle for now since I know him a lot better than the other characters (except for Vil and Ruggie).

[themculibrary]

Steve Acting As Peter’s Father Figure Masterlist

Arguably Peter's Worst (Best) Field Trip Ever (ao3) - patrochilles_trash steve/tony T, 18k

Summary: Only a month away from graduation, Mr. Harrington announces a surprise field trip to Avengers Tower, and all Peter wants is to just finish out his senior year of high school in peace. That seems to be impossible when he's never seen a moment's peace in his life.

Bottled Perfection (ao3) - Auggusst steve/tony E, 13k

Summary: When Tony Stark decided to have a child through in vitro fertilization, he knew there was a chance his child would someday want to meet his sperm donor. He just didn't anticipate how kind and wonderful the stranger named Steve Rogers would turn out to be. Sometimes the universe finds a way of making a perfect match.

Come home (ao3) - Ineedtherapy (gethelp) steve/tony N/R, 57k

Summary: Peter Parker’s life is not going great. After May’s death, he moved in with a foster family. After a few months he couldn’t stand the abuse any longer and ran away. Now he’s living on the streets, lies to his best friend on a daily basis and is quickly losing hope.

Tony and Steve are a happily married couple and leaders of the avengers. When noticing his genius, Tony decides to make that highschooler who had come to SI as reward for winning a contest his personal intern. Both avengers soon get attached, but it seems like the kid is hiding something. Will they be able to help him?

Distracted by a Dime (ao3) - happyaspie steve/tony T, 56k

Summary: Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

...but for Peter- things rarely go as planned...

For Tomorrow (ao3) - suspendedinice steve/bucky N/R, 18k

Summary: With Bucky finally well enough to receive company, Steve was grateful for any help the team could offer. Especially since he was bound to make mistakes along the way.

“I’m sorry,” Peter murmured, “I thought someone would’ve spoken to him about gay rights by now.”

“I meant to, I really did,” Steve replied, “I just thought- I thought-”

“You thought what, exactly?” Tony interjected, barely raising his eyes from his work, “That you could play gay chicken with the Winter Soldier until he noticed it wasn’t actually a game?”

Happiness Is Homemade (ao3) - Icylightning steve/tony T, 40k

Summary: Tony and Steve are married for fifteen years now. Their life is simple and good until they decide to adopt a teenager named Peter Parker who's going to turn their life upside down.

Happy Again (ao3) - Legends_Never_Die steve/tony T, 31k

Summary: Peter can't take this dads' fighting anymore. He can't take the arguing. He finds comfort with his secret new found friend Bucky. Bucky looks a lot like his Pop's old friend Bucky Barnes from back in the 40s. But it wasn't him. He was dead. Right?

Is This Child Venomous? (ao3) - rWolfWrites steve/bucky M, 79k

Summary: The Spider didn't want a new Handler, but the Spider did not get a say. The Soldier had a new mission and the Spider wasn't allowed, even though the Spider was Ready Status: Optimal. The Handler had new conditions, and the Spider did not like them.

~Alternatively~

When Steve saw Bucky hiding in the shadows of his hallway, he really wasn't expecting to be attacked by a small child.

Love you, Papa (ao3) - chvotic steve/tony G, 5k

Summary: He went to sit on one of the armchairs, but Peter stopped him.

“You want me to sit with you?”

Peter nodded again, and Steve was having a hard time not bursting into tears himself because the kid wanted to be near him.

Or, in which, Peter and Steve share their first ever father-son moments.

{peter stark and a no good very bad day} - multi (ao3) - exit_through_the_giftshop steve/tony, harley/peter G, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker's class takes a trip to Stark Industries (of course they do!), but Peter has a terrible day at school when they announce it. So, for the day of the field trip, he takes a day off (after, of course, complaining to his dad and pops).

Uncle Buck, parents Steve and Tony, protective Natasha, and annoying ass Barton please enter stage. Funny crack, some good fluff, and all the feels. Please enjoy :)

Peter Stark-Rogers (ao3) - ilove_klance harley/peter, steve/tony T, 9k

Summary: Needless to say, Peter lives a crazy life at the Avenger's Tower. And this field trip was enough to throw him off, which said something.

Survival Mode (ao3) - Good_As_I_Am94 steve/tony G, 25k

Summary: Peter shivered pulling the blanket tighter to him. It was 32 degrees outside and sleeping in an old beat up car in a Walmart parking lot didn’t allow for much warmth. He would have turned it on for some heat for a few minutes but it was broken. He had no money to fix it. Peter felt his stomach growl and took a sip from the water bottle in the cup holder.

He knew that the way he was living wasn’t good, but he also had no idea how to do better. He would have to drop out of school and if he dropped out of school then Mr. Stark would get wind of it. He knew that Mr. Stark would try to help but Peter felt his jaw clench—No, he could figure this out on his own. He wasn’t going to let him know how bad things were. He couldn’t chance him telling anyone that he was alone. He wasn’t about to get thrown into the system, but as long as no one knew what was going on. He’d be fine.

The Best Thing (ao3) - winterstony steve/tony T, 32k

Summary: A billionaire finds home in the presence of a single father and his adorable little son. Together they help fill the empty holes in each other's lives.

The Parent (Figure) Trap (ao3) - ara_the_jedi (orphan_account) steve/bucky M, 18k

Summary: Way back when in the 1920s and 30s, Brooklyn was very different. It was mostly immigrants and a high population of Alpha women. By the time Steve was born, inside of Brooklyn and inside the borough only, a same-sex Alpha/Omega couple could live together and raise a family peacefully. He and Bucky got married and bonded in 1936. In 1941, Bucky got drafted. 1942, Steve was told he was dead, he got the serum, and a lot of things happened between 1943 and 1945. In 2014, Bucky appeared less dead than Steve had originally believed. He promptly vanished again. In 2016, Steve finally tracked him down after a bombing at the UN framed to look like his fault. It wasn't. In 2017, Steve and Bucky move into a modest, two-story brownstone in a historic district in Brooklyn. Bucky keeps to himself. Steve leaves him alone. Bucky continues to keep to himself. Steve leaves him alone. The next spring, Steve unexpectedly falls into heat. Bucky does what he remembers best; he takes care of Steve. After, Steve finally moves out. To give Bucky his space. Peter Parker happens upon the both of them. He may be a child, but he has his Spidey-Sense, and his Spidey-Sense senses miscommunication bullshit. Thus, the Parent (Figure) Trap.

What's the Expiration Date on a Secret? (ao3) - First_page steve/tony T, 38k

Summary: Peter Parker has been living with his Aunt May and keeping the secret that he's Spider-man for what feels like forever, but when Spider-man unexpectedly runs into Tony Stark, his secret identity is almost impossible to hide. How long can he keep his secret?

or

Tony Stark is living the dream; a multibillion dollar empire, a hot, caring boyfriend, and the celebrity status of a rock star. Who would have thought that all he was missing was a teenage superhero that desperately needs a father-figure (or two)?

[livingfancyfree]

the introduction to childfree by choice

Before I get into anything, first and foremost, I don’t hate children, parents, any of that. Kids are great and if you are someone who wanted to be a parent and went down that path, that’s wonderful for you and I hope you enjoy it! My husband and I decided to go down the childfree path because that works best for our life. Everyone gets to make their own choices and do what makes the most sense for them. I’m not here to insult anyone, I just wanted to share my own thoughts and experiences with being childfree by choice.

Being childfree was never the goal. I’d always planned on being a mom because that’s what people do: you meet someone, get married, have kids, live happily ever after, preferably all before turning 30. Well getting to three out of four ain’t bad.

My original plan was to be married by 25, have a first child by 26, second by 29. I had the idea of having at least one daughter (Emma Marie, a name chosen at the age of 17), and a second child (either Auden Lynn or Jackson George) because after growing up with a sister I knew having an only child wasn't an option. A kid needs a partner in crime and someone to keep them company during boring family outings. I wanted the Rory to my Lorelai, a little mini-me that would love Harry Potter and have a great taste in music courtesy of my teachings. Not the best reason to have children, I definitely understand that but it was what I expected to happen.

But in general, there was no discussion on whether or not I really wanted children, it’s just the assumption that if you’re a woman, you want to be a mom. When my husband and I began getting more serious, I checked in on if he wanted kids and in a yeah, why not kind of way, he said he did, again, because that’s the expectation. He was never super excited about the idea but he didn’t hate it. That was good enough for me. We moved through our dating life and into marriage with the assumption that when the time was right, we would start having kids.

We got married in November 2019 and then Covid hit. We made it through lockdown closer than ever, it was actually exactly what we needed for our relationship. My husband’s job had him gone all the time and I was working 3 jobs, lockdown forced us to slow down and we were finally able to have quality time together. I went down to one job and my office job was fully remote, to me it was the perfect time to have our first kid. There was no way I’d be able to be a

stay at home mom and with the price of childcare, I figured we’d get some free months out of me working remote and his lighter work schedule.

Thankfully he said no, that the time wasn’t right. We were living in his parents basement (it was a nice apartment/in-law suite setup) while his parents, brother, brother’s wife, and their two children lived in the main part of the house. We were miserable living there and were planning to leave as soon as our finances were stable. He didn’t want us to rush into things and convinced me that waiting until we moved out was the best move before starting a family. I guess he has good ideas sometimes.

Then last year, we moved into our first home and it was determined that having children was no longer a smart choice for us. A lot of it was financial but there were other personal factors that came into play. Having the financial reality of how expensive the world really is allowed us to take a pause and really look into whether or not kids were what we needed in our lives or if we were okay as we were.

And we are. We have a happy marriage, we’ve been together 10 years, married almost 4 of those years. We have the sweetest cat named Hallow who is the light of my life.  Our social life has steadily grown, especially in the last year. All of this together gives us a happy life.

Do I sometimes wonder if we’ll look back and wonder if we made the right choice? Of course, but at the end of the day, I would rather wonder if we made a mistake than have kids and regret it. It’s harsh but if social media has shown us anything, it’s that so many parents are absolutely miserable. I’ve seen it in my extended family and then abundantly online where people should not be allowed to procreate but they do and those poor babies are subjected to a

life with parents who don’t give them the love they deserve because those people never knew how to be semi-decent parents and decided to never learn (that’s a whole other rant for another day). I don’t want to be that person, if I did have children, I would want to be sure that I could give them the moon and more, a happy, loving life that they deserved. At this point in my life, I could definitely give them a happy, loving life but I don’t know if I could give 110% like a child deserves and I don’t want to subject them to that. I’ll go more into that later on.

So there’s a quick snippet into being childfree. Later on I’ll go into more detail on some of the areas that led to us deciding on childfree but I just wanted to give a brief overview for now.

To wrap this up, here’s a couple things about myself: I’m a Virgo, lover of books (especially contemporary romance), obsessed with trash reality TV and house hunter shows, and an elder emo. I hope you enjoy this look into childfree living. If you are childfree, what led you down that path? If you’re debating, what are the points you’re weighing for and against? There’s no right and wrong answers, just as long as you’re living the life you want to live.