#which i simply hadn't told her about because i was still in the process of figuring myself out

[aceoflights]

I really dislike the attitude of "why didn't you tell me earlier" when it comes to coming out

1. there can be many reasons

2. a queer person does not owe you anything, even if you are close

3. THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Personally, I don't think Harry has gone for the spouse visa/green card route yet. Simply because his entitlement, and Meghan's entitlement, about his royal status would not allow them to show Harry as being dependent on Meghan in any way

They would both, much rather prefer to lord it over people, family, governments (both UK and US) that he is royal, the kings son (late queens grandson) and hence very very imp in his own right.

Also, the paperwork and forethought required to submit a greencard application means that both harry and meghan would need to do a lot of work - fill out applications, gather documents, aquire and submit bank data, proof of dates, proof of financials, taxation etc - all of which they are both incapable of doing. Not to mention that their narcissistic discordered tendencies would make them think this is below them.

(I know we can't actually diagnose them, but this is Tumblr, not CNN, and as a psychologist I know that filling out paperwork is the absolutebane of an NPD persons existence. These little quirks of the NPD are not talked about much but they are nearly universally observed.)

Another issue would be hiring an immigration lawyer for the spouse visa. The expenses and the process of actively listening to what the lawyers says is required procedure would put HnM on the backfoot and hate the process.

I have assumed that Harry is either on -

1). A1 Visa - diplomatic/head of state/official representative of a country

Or

2). O1 Visa - specialized skilled worker/Einstein visa given to artists, actors, models, investors in specialized fields, highly skilled academicians, persons contracted by a sponcer for a special skill etc

Now, there is some evidence to support both these. So I'll list those reasons and my conclusions from those below.

Option 1.- A1 visa

Harry moved to US in March 2020, just before pandemic. Most people focus on this, but forget that when the couple moved they both were still, officially, Full Time working royals for the BRF and embarking on the 1 year trial period to see how things pan out for them. This trial period lasted till March 2021, upon the conclusion of which the BRF promptly officially announced there demotions. So, they were working royals when they moved to US, albeit on a leave of absence.

So, what does that mean? That his (and her) diplomatic status was still intact. They did their last royal engagement for the UK in mar 2020, but they hadn't retired. Hadn't resigned. His royal patronages, commonwealth role etc were only taken back in 2021. Both parties had agreed to a separation period till then.

Another factor is that they had already asked Canada to provide him (them) with full time security, ie., treat him like a full fledged royal. But Canada said only till March 2020, and not after that. Trudeau actually released a statement about this.

So this tells me that they (may have). actually asked for full time royal treatment ie., security and diplomatic status for the trial period lasting upto March 2021 and were told no.

(I think that's what Harry means when he says the BRF took away his security, I thiy he means that the BRF pricipals personally prevailed upon Trudeau and made him refuse security)

So Harry's only option was to take his fancy diplomatic status passport, hope on a private jet and fly to LA without telling anyone.

People think this was because the lockdowns were imminent. But I think it was also timed in a way that they were out of Canada before the promised security period expired.

After this, during pandemic, Harry consistently did nonsensical "commonwealth" related zoom calls. Till the president/head/chairperson of the CW youth org (I forgot who exactly but one of main people of the org) publicly distanced themselves in late 2020.

Another thing that was odd was that Trump official said he will not be giving the couple security. Which means that his govt was asked, maybe repeatedly asked and Harry made his case, till the time Trump had to release a statement saying he won't. Makes me think, Harry made his case using his A1 status. Because otherwise, if he was there as a private citizen, this request was absurd and the govt would dismissed this without a second thought. But if they had permitted someone to enter based on their A1 status as representative of a head of state, they had weigh the pros and cons of this request and it could have caused a potential diplomatic incidence. So the president himself had to be face of this decision.

(this is irrespective of anyones thoughts about who the president was, or what kind of person the president may or may not have been. This was an executive decision)

So,

All this leads me to speculate that Harry initially, and until end of 2021 at least, made use of his status as a representative of the head of status, which he already officially had, and was on paper, to enter the US.

The duration of permit of this initial stay could have been 2 or 3 years. So, 2022. Or 2023, when curiosly, Heritage Foundation suddenly took interest in the status of his visa.

Option 2 - O-Visa

This is a bit funny and farfetched, but I think Harry could also have entered on his British passport, which allows a stay upto 6 months (tourist visa). And then applied for O- Visa status a couple of months later.

By June 2020 Harry had forged some sort of investment+partnership with Betterup. This likely involved an initial investment into the company. For enterpreneurs and/investors into a US based company, a minimum investment of 250k or 500k is required to be shown. If he did this, then Betterup could have easily sponcered his application and he could used his very imp, very skilled, very unique position as CHIMPO as a means to get a visa.

A lawyer and the company could have helped him. Plus his high profile status due to his work as a philanthropists, patron of various international organisations etc would definitely be an asset as it is proof and documentation of his years of work.

We may laugh and debate about the "quality" of his work all his life but when it comes to govt paperwork, this is still documented proof. And it's verifiable. So, noone is going to get into the nitty gritty of it, and getting a stamp is easy for him.

Another avenue could have been that he was immediately listed as a high in demand, much sought after international speaker or much renown. He did a couple of onscure, forgettable speaker gigs. But that's all he would need for proof.

He was also listed as the executive producer for oprahs documentary, he was earning his producer certification and the Apple documentary was under production.based on that, he could have applied for an O-visa and it would have been approved.

The duration of stay for O-visa status is 3 years at a time, after which you have to apply again for the visa. It is not eligible for renewal. All paperwork and applications have to be submitted again and will be scrutinized as new.

Let's assume he applied 2/3 months after initial entry, so that's June. His application would have been approved by July end Aug latest. (this is based on my personal experience with the same visa, in this the same time period).

With COVID restrictions, he gets approved but doesn't have to immediately go back to his home country to get it stamped at immigration. I got mine stamped end of 2021 from my country. Till then I stayed in US and worked. So he could have stamped his in April 2021 when he went back for his grandfather's funeral.

If he got his O-visa in 2020, then it would expire in 2023. This is the time heritage foundation started creating a fuss about his visa.

Now, with all of that, an important question we need to ask is- why did the heritage foundation start their crusade in 2023?

This could be because Harry's first visa stay (likely) expired in 2023 and he reapplied for a visa. And was (most likely) approved for the same type of visa again. This process would have gone quite smoothly with Harry's pull. But this second time it is quite clear that he got special treatment. And the heritage foundation wants to expose this special treatment.

Orr more likely, someone in the know tipped them off, and wants this exposed for whatever reason. I DO NOT think the BRf want this exposed, I don't think they care.

I do think someone in the US govt or maybe even a journalist wants to make a big deal out of this. And rightly so.

Anyway, that's my dissertation on Harry's visa. I don't think it matters to anyone outside of Tumblr, but I do feel his entitlement is mind-boggling and he should be held accountable for the person that he is. And if this visa issue is what does it, then so be it.

It is based on my personal experience with these 2 types of visas. And my theoretical and observed knowledge about how entitlement is one of the driving forces for most classical NODs. But the reality for him may be different. And you Rumour, being a fed, would probably know more and know better.

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I agree with you. I’ve been reading up about the visa issues (and also spoke to a few other fed friends).

I think Harry is here on an O-1 visa, for extraordinary/outstanding talent. Meghan doesn’t seem invested enough into the marriage to be willing to do the paperwork so if he’s here on a spousal visa, a lawyer would’ve done the paperwork. Additionally, I can see the financial requirements being a major concern for the BRF; the BRF goes to a great length to protect their financial information from other countries and the general public. They’re not going to let the US (no matter how special the relationship) take a peek at their books. So I suspect they squashed the idea of a spousal visa unless it was done *exclusively* on Meghan’s own savings/net worth. Which she balked at doing because it implies she’s financially responsible for Harry and that’s not what she signed up. She signed up to spend Charles’s money. Not her own. So that’s off the table.

Next is the diplomatic visa. Harry doesn’t actually have a diplomatic passport. He has a regular passport. He may have had a second passport for work that he traveled on UK business for, but he never had diplomatic status in the BRF; only The Queen and Charles did.

And that’s something government officials are really strict about, that people travel on official business use official papers. Officials traveling on personal business use personal papers. Or, that’s how it works here in the US. Not sure about the UK.

Now for Harry to have come to the US on a diplomatic passport for a diplomatic visa, he would have had to present his credentials for being here, and those credentials would have explained clearly and succinctly what he was in the US for and what official business he had with us. They would’ve looked into it.

So I don’t think he’s here on a A/diplomatic visa. Or perhaps not anymore, when it was made clear following the one-year Megxit review that he no longer represents the UK or works on behalf of The Queen/BRF.

Which leaves the O visa, for talent. But I don’t think it’s Better Up. I think it’s Invictus Games. Not only would it explain why they still stick with Harry despite all the expenses and criticism they cost the Foundation. And that’s what Harry is known for, outside of the BRF - his military support and support for veterans. It would also explain why Harry continues to try so hard to collaborate with the US military and warfighter community. Because he needs the military to support his visa.

Maybe it’s transferred to Better Up now since he seems to do more work for them.

As to why the government is trying so hard to keep his visa papers buried? I think they know we know Harry isn’t qualified to be here on a diplomatic or an O visa, so the BRF greased the wheels a bit in some way, shape, or form to help him get through the system.

But also if he’s here on a O-1 visa connected to Invictus Games, it could imply government or DOD support; if not DOD directly, then close partners or contractors…aka military lobbyists.

So that’s where I am right now.

And fingers crossed this gets posted in full. 🤞

[drmaddict]

True Crime

Summary: (Y/n) has a true crime channel. Walter hates true crime. Walter findest out.

Wordcount: 1.452

Warnings: brief mention of torture and rape

Faye didn't want to make that sound. Especially not in the presence of her father, but it had just slipped out of her mouth.

And of course he was now standing next to her, as if she had been shot and had not just taken a surprised breath.

She inconspicuously tried to turn her cell phone toward her, but he was already reaching out for it.

She looked at him with angel eyes.

"That was a really good part of the song," she smiled.

He continued to stare at her strictly. She sighed and handed him the phone.

He looked at the display with his eyebrows drawn together. "True Crime?"

She leaned back into the sofa. This could take a while. "Do you know how much crap this trash spreads?" he started.

"Dad it's just a YouTube channel." Her father started to speak again, but she immediately continued. "And it's well-researched for once. It's got mostly closed cases in it and when they're open, there's no speculation. All the sources are linked. She even shares the published police files."

"Faye. I don't want you listening to that kind of stuff yet. There's disturbing shit happening in the world. You're too young for that."

"That's what the light versions are for.", she insisted.

"The what?"

Faye reached for her phone and showed him the YouTube channel. "Here. These are the light versions I listen to and this", she pointed to the video below, "is the full version, which also goes deeper into all the tathher processes. Plus, even on the easy stuff, you can still skip parts and she warns you."

Walter paused. Since when were these idiots so careful. "And how do I know you're not listening to the other versions?"

Faye simply clicked on one of those videos and immediately a message came up saying you had to confirm your age by ID or credit card. "Because I can't." She leaned back again. "You can tell she takes parental controls very seriously."

Walter grumbled. He was running out of arguments. "And how do you know, how well researched it is. You don't even know who it is."

In hindsight, Faye really didn't know what she might have given away. Whether she had moved her left nostril, or the right corner of her mouth was emitting Morse code, but her father knew right away.

"Who is it?" he asked immediately.

She remained silent. "Any of the older ones from school? A teacher? One of the parents? Aha!"

How the hell did he do that?

"Dad come on. Does it matter?"

He just looked at her strictly again.

She sighed. "Only if you don't say anything."

He rolled his eyes. "I won't embarrass you in front of your friends."

She rolled her eyes. "It's (y/n)." she muttered. "I like (y/n) and so do you, so please just forget about it and don't make a scene."

(Y/n)? "When does she have time for that?"

"Well when you're at work."

He continued to stare at the phone and sighed.

Why hadn't she ever said anything?

"Send me the worst case she has in there."

She didn't have to think twice. She reached for her phone and sent him the video.

"But the light version only goes for 20 minutes," she explained.

"And the other one?"

"A good hour and a half, I think. That one has the most extreme time difference."

She continued typing on the device. "She does a lot more stuff like this, though," she explained. "And you might even like this one," she looked at him uncertainly. "It's about hacking and.... and she educates really well."

He looked at her. "Faye breathe. I'm not going to break up with her."

She loosened up a bit.

"She just could have told me something.", he grumbled.

"Well you're not exactly hiding how much you hate True Crime," she said hesitantly.

Walter sighed. "I'll listen to it."

Faye smiled. "Thanks."

Since he was ordered to take forced vacation, he could also watch the videos. (Y/n) was anyway with a friend living far away.

It was not as if he had anything better to do.

Walter decided to rip off the band-aid and started with the worst case. The full version, though.

He clicked on the video and neutral music sounded. For once, no horror music. The screen remained black.

'Welcome back my dears. If you've already peeked at the trigger warnings, you've already seen that today's case is really not for the faint of heart. As always, assess yourselves honestly. I also had to stop several times during research. As always, you'll find the light version as the next video, but you can also skip parts in this one.

So let's start with how one case managed to put even members of the Japanese Mafia behind bars and why even minors can be sentenced as adults in case of doubt.'

Walter interrupted the video several times. Although it was about a japanese girl beeing tortured and raped, he kept having Faye in mind. You'd think the years in his job had dulled him, but he felt sick at the recitals of torture he was now hearing.

'I don't really know how to end a video like this, but please remain careful as always. Take care of yourselves and your friends and family. There's a link coming up on the screen now. If you know someone, or you need help yourself when it comes to sexual violence. You will find phone numbers, email addresses and places to go to find protection, but also to share and find people who can help you with processing. I hope I didn't scare you away too much but next week there will be something lighter. Promise.

Stay safe and see you next time.

Bye.'

Walter went to the link and actually found official and good stations. Support groups and hotlines he knew himself.

He clicked on the next video that Faye had sent him. That's the kind of video she does most, she had said.

'Welcome back. Today with probably one of the most famous cases in the world. Everyone who has ever heard of criminal cases also knows him. Ted Bundy is the world's most famous serial killer. I want to tell you today, how one man managed to exploit the weaknesses of the police organization so that he got away with his crimes for years.'

Walter listened to the double episode back-to-back. (Y/n) hardly dealt with the crimes themselves, but mainly with the investigative work and Bundy's advantages. The process and his time in prison. She worked almost biographically. Rachel would be proud of her psychlogy research, he had to honestly admit. It wasn't sensationalist, but it was intriguing nonetheless. He scrolled through the rest of the videos on the channel. Well-known cases from the eighties. Historical cases that went back to the fifteenth century. But he also found videos that educated about security measures. Especially for the Internet. Small self-defense tricks that could help even people without any experience in case of emergency.

He had to confess that he didn't hate her channel.

He clicked on the last video that Faye had sent him.

'Hello and welcome my dear ones. When you think of TrueCrime, you immediately think of serial killers and the heavy hitters, so it's easy to forget that there are other newsworthy types of crime. Today we're talking about a revenge porn site that destroyed more than one life and a young man who thought he could do anything until he met the wrong mother. Many of you are probably familiar with the Netflix documentary.'

He went through the links while listening to the video. Again, he found official cybercrime contact points.

Educational sites. Tips for staying safe online.

Walter dropped into his chair. He didn't like the idea of a TrueCrime channel he liked. He hated those things. But (y/n) was doing a good job.

He stroked his face with his hand.

The next day, he just walked past Faye and grumbled:"You can listen to it."

He ignored her triumphant grin and made himselfe some coffee.

He sent (y/n) a link to their own channel. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

Her response wasn't taking long.

'On our first date you said how much you hate TrueCrime.... I thought you were great and I didn't want to screw it up right away and at some point it was too late. Did Faye tell?'

'Not willingly. I interrogated her. Your research is good.'

'So we're good?'

'Only if you add a few places to go in your links.'

'You are a softy after all.'

Walter grumbled.

[seetangus]

"My Princess" - Azula x reader

[masterlist]

Azula x gn reader, oneshot, no warnings

876 words, please let me know if there are any mistakes, have fun :)

"Why are we moving so slow? I could w a l k faster than this ship is driving." For the fifth time today, you assured Princess Azula that the ship was at maximum speed and it was one of the fastest ones in the entire fire navy. If it was someone else than her, you would have been annoyed a long time ago and told her to be quiet, but in this situation you were happy that she didn't unleash her discontent in a different way than complaining. You had never met her before, but you had heard stories about those who didn't live up to her expectations, and you did not want to experience those things yourself, to say the least.

Although you couldn't see her, as you were bowing when talking to her, you could feel her gaze rest upon you, when she began to talk again: "That 'discovery' I was sent to investigate better be worth my precious time." She sat down in the chair that was delivered from the palace solely so that she could sit comfortably on this ship.

While inspecting her nails she began talking again: "What was it again, that they have found?" You had also read the letter, so you knew what was waiting for you at the southern air temple: "They call it a balloon - a ship that can drive through the sky, my princess."

"Well, hopefully that balloon is faster than this slug.", she said, pointing approximately in the direction of the engines of the ship. "I am terribly sorry that you are dissatisfied with the speed of our ship, but I assure you that the crew is doing the best they can. Is there any way in which I could calm your indignation, my princess?" You at least wanted to try to calm her, as you didn't want her to get angry at the crew.

You had expected her to command you to threaten the workers responsible for the engines or to simply dismiss you, but she really seemed to consider your offer, as it took a while until she answered.

"You may stand now.", she said. You stood straight again. She looked at you for an unusual amount of time, making you nervous. You watched her eyes roaming all around your body until hers finally met yours, making you blush and look at the floor, hoping she hadn't noticed.

Finally, she answered, a smug smile creeping on her face: "Give me a massage."

You said nothing, as you weren't sure if you had understood her right. "Won't you come and massage the shoulders of your princess, y/n?" You had, in fact, understood her correctly, she had even said your name, so it was clear that she wanted you to give her a massage, but still you needed a moment to mentally process that request.

You had to answer quickly to not let Azula wait, so you answered with a simple "Of course, my princess." and walked behind her chair. Now the difficult part began, as you were not very experienced with giving massages. You hoped your modest skill was enough to satisfy her.

But before you could start, a small chuckle escaped her throat: "You may want to remove my armour before beginning, y/n."

Only now did you realise that giving her shoulders a massage while she still wore her shoulder plates would have been a difficult task, to say the least. You were embarrassed you hadn't noticed earlier. Taking her shoulder plates off was quite easy, as you knew how to handle armor, wearing some yourself.

After you had laid them down, you finally started massaging her shoulders. At the start you were rather careful, because you did not under any circumstance want to hurt those precious, royal shoulders of hers. But over time you got used to the shape of them, you almost didn't feel the fabric of her uniform that was dividing your hands from her skin anymore. Although it was exhausting, massaging her actually felt quite nice.

Also, you finally got to think for a bit, as there were a few things needing to be sorted in your mind. For example, why did she know your name? She was Azula, princess of the fire nation; remembering the names of her subjects was not worth her time or effort. Also, you hadn't even been introduced in the first place; to her you were simply an officer in her escort. But you were happy she knew your name; it felt special to hear it from her sublime lips.

"That will be enough for now.", she said, making you immediately remove your hands from her shoulders, "You will be free to go after you put my armour back on."

You attached her shoulder plates to her armour again, bowed, and were about to go away when she stopped you to ask you something: "Also, y/n, why do you call me 'my princess'?" You didn't know what to say. You had assumed that calling her by her title was the correct thing to do; you hadn't expected to break some formal code. She grinned at your sudden consternation.

"Don't stop doing it, y/n, I like it. You may go now."

[aloeanemonabee27]

OP ASL brothers big brother Ace au

Y'all have seen those hidden fanarts of the grownup Ace with kid Sabo and Luffy? Cause that's exactly what we're doing here, though the story would be a little different, the ages and the years of the historical events and all will be different as well. Sit back (or don't) cause this will be longer than a giraffe's necklace, yes I have sleeping problems.

Luffy haven't meet Shanks yet like in canon, he doesn't have a devil fruit but he still wants to be a pirate (much to Garps dismay), however he does gets send by to Corvo Mountain to Dandan's country, this time there is no Ace which he can follow to befriend with but he still leaves the bandits hideout to explore the forest without dying in the process and because the bandits spend more in medical supplies that in food ironically. Because of this Dandan send one of her men to keep watch over Luffy and help him whenever is necessary, it doesn't even need to be one person in specific, sometimes Dandan herself keeps watch on him and when she is discovered she puts the excuse that is her free time and she's taking a walk (a walk in the middle of the forest may I add).

Sabo does the same thing like he did in canon, he escapes his home, hates nobility, finds refugee in Grey Terminal and he steals so he can buy himself a ship in the future, the only difference is that he does it without help and the process is obviously slower. Sabo's treasure is hidden in the forest, so in one of his successful treasure hunt he was returning to Grey terminal and meets Luffy, absolutely dumbfounded on the fact that there's another kid in the forest besides him and friendly, energetic and stupid. Luffy being Luffy immediately wants to befriend him, at the same time feeling curiosity out of him so is a matter of time when he starts to follow Sabo everywhere and because of this he gets extremely late more than necessary to Dandan's country. Sabo didn't had the intention in becoming friends with Luffy at first, he was just being polite and cordial with him and somehow got used to his rambling and all, he would sometimes successfully avoid him in order to continue his treasure hunt, sometimes he couldn't and was stuck with him and always ended saving him if they got in trouble.

Sabo always made sure to lose sight of Luffy cause he never trusted him any close to his hidden treasure, but Luffy ended up finding out anyway and happened what happened in canon without Ace, Sabo tried to kill him (he couldn't), Luffy screamed bloody murder, Porchamery found Luffy and asked about Luffy, Luffy refused and then he was taken to "interrogation". Keep in mind that Luffy doesn't have a devil fruit, so the torture hurts ten times more than canon and basically is a miracle Luffy's still alive. Sabo move his treasure to another hidden place but was wary that the Bluejam pirates didn't looked for him so he went to their lair to see what's going on, when he arrived he found out that Luffy never said anything about his treasure and that's when he rescues him. Almost got caught by the pirates, when he successfully avoided him he tried to aid Luffy the best he could despite being short on medical supplies and at the same time demanding an answer in why he hadn't say the truth in the first place, to which Luffy weakly simply replied if he did Sabo wouldn't be friends with him anymore. In that moment Sabo felt like an absolute scumbag, this kid as stupid as he is, only had the innocent intend to be his friend and nothing more and all he did was to act coldly at him. Not wasting more time Sabo carried Luffy seeking for help, luckily he found one of the bandits which was Dandan who was looking for Luffy and he cried for help, Dandan took Luffy into the speed of light to Foosha village for a doctor. When Luffy was being attended by the doctor, Dandan demanded an explanation in what happened, when Sabo told her she was furious with him, because of his recklessness that almost costed Luffy's life, not only that but he got himself into trouble too and the Bluejam pirates could be looking for them by now to kill him. Makino saved the situation to put the boy at ease, she tried her best to calm Sabo down while he tried not to cry but it was futile, the entire infirmary could hear his cries of regret and Makino let him pour his heart out. When the situation eased a little bit Makino offered Sabo to stay at her place so he can rest, but he refused her offer cause he wants to stay until Luffy wakes up, Dandan stayed as well so she needs keeps an eye on Luffy anyways or Garp will have her head (not because she cares about the boy and she's worried, what are you talking about?).

After a while, Luffy woke up and the first thing Sabo did was to apologize non stop to him, Luffy had no hard feelings on him so he forgave him instantly and from that moment on Sabo began to be nicer and protective over Luffy, he even moved (uninvited) to Dandan's country to stay closer to him. From that moment on, Sabo and Luffy went to adventures together, hunting together, suffer the fist of love of Garp together, treasure hunting, dine and dash, share their dreams, Sabo would read stories to Luffy from books he found and he tried to teach Luffy to write and read. Among all everything was fine for the kids, until everything changed when Luffy saw from the cliff a boat with a young man to heading to the island.

Ace is a rookie pirate, he used to live in Corvo Mountain when he was a child and he started his pirate adventure much sooner at the age of fifteen. His relationship with Garp wasn't the best cause they always had their usual argument of him being a pirate while Garp force him to be a marine, Ace's burden on him being a "devil's son" is much heavier and his self esteem is almost none existen. Ace used to take out his anger on bars to beat up bandits and animals bigger than him of the forest, the only thing that kept him going was his goal on answering his question on being alive and being free without any regrets. Because of Garp's stupid decision on signing him up in the marines without his concent, Ace flee Corvo Mountain, he didn't care about the dangers of the Grand Line he wasn't willing to let someone to take his freedom away. At his journey Ace learned the hard way the difficulties of surviving in the sea, but despite that he didn't regret his decision, in on of his journeys he meet Masked Deuce who soon became he most trusted and best friend, the one and only who shared his most intimate secret and Deuce didn't even judge him, slowly these two started a crew of their own and that's how the Spade pirates where born with Ace being the captain and Deuce as his second in command. Rookies in the Grand Line but enough to make their name known in the seas, Ace eat the mera mera no mi by accident, the crew had lots of adventures, overall everything was fine for Ace.

Things took a chaotic turn when the Spades accidentally got involved in a conflict of pirates attacking an island and the towns people which lead to a misunderstanding, and not just any island but an island on Whitebeard's protection, not just that, Ace also found out the Ensign Isuka teamed up with Garp to capture him, to put it plainly Ace was screwed. The Spades pirates where in no condition to face marines, let alone to fight the Whitebeard pirates; they were tired, unprepared, short of supplies, lost a bunch of his crew, Ace would never run away from a conflict but his crew where not in a favorable situation, so much to his dismay the Spade pirates had to get separated until things cool down a bit. They put a time limit over a few months so they can reunite again, they split up in teams, each being lead from someone of Ace's trust, each got a Vivre card of Ace and they put an island of destination so they could reunite again. Ace decided to go on his own, him being in whatever team will put the crew in danger, he took the Striker and left the only place he knew where it could be safe for a bit to stay low, in east blue in Goa kingdom island.

When he arrived he parked the Striker away from prying eyes, he decided to be on the forest which he felt a bit of nostalgia, as he gets deep in the forest soon he notice curious eyes of kids watching him in awe which in left him dumbfounded. The first kid who got close to him first introduced himself as Luffy, and Ace soon thinks that he is dumbass with no self preservation, the other kid seemed more cautious unlike the younger one. Hours passed and the younger than him wouldn't leave him alone, finally he snapped and yelled at him to leave him alone which Luffy counter attacked him asking him if he was a pirate, Ace took this opportunity to scare off the kid by confirming his suspicion and ended up doing the opposite effect cause the Luffy got excited even more. Sabo, the only one with self preservation put Luffy aside in suspicion of him trying to knock some sense on the youngest on what if he was part of the Bluejam pirates, Luffy asked him if Ace was part of them, he tells he doesn't even know them and somehow the kid trusts him.

Days, Weeks were like this, Ace avoiding these kids like a plague but never got lucky, somehow these kids could keep up with him and apparently is their new sport to harass him till no tomorrow. Sometimes he can have moments at peace when they go treasure hunting, which he thought it was just kid's stuff so he didn't bat an eye, in the blink of an eye Ace was now spending time with the kids and sometimes was willing to join them in their little adventures and also find out that treasure hunting meant stealing from nobles. As time passed, Ace took a liking to them, he meet Dandan again, showed his devil fruit to them and they share sake cups and became brothers.

Then things once again took turns for the worst, when they were at High Town that's when Sabo's sperm donor (father) Outlook appeared demanding at Sabo to return home, Sabo fled to the forest in fear now that his secret has been revealed but neither Ace nor Luffy cared where he came from, he was his brother after all. Since they were sharing secrets, Ace revealed he is the son of the former pirate king and once again none of the kids didn't care, they care about Ace and Ace only not his father. Everything went downhill when Outlook hired the Bluejam pirates to kidnapped Sabo, Ace could've easily won against them if it weren't that they made him chose over Luffy's life or Sabo's and Sabo made the choice for him returning voluntarily to Outlook. Another tragedy happened when in that very same moment they burned Grey Terminal with them inside, resulting in Sabo getting injured, Outlook fleed fast with Sabo and Ace stayed trying to protect Luffy, the Bluejam pirates where doing their felonys and Ace was getting furious at time passed. When Dandan and the bandits arrived, Ace made sure that Luffy stayed with them so he could burn into ashes those flickers who took Sabo away and he made them pay every second of it.

When the chaos eased, the bandits told them the reason why they burned Grey Terminal was because a Celestial dragon was visiting and they needed to get "rid of the trash", making Ace more angrier than ever he wanted to rescue Sabo in that very same moment but Dandan knock some sense into him that Luffy needed him right now and he needed a plan to rescue Sabo properly, he had the disadvantage if Outlook recognized him and no doubt he'll gather more security in his manor or worse calling the marines. In those times Ace stayed with Luffy, both of them helping in easing each other, Ace made his best efforts in distracting Luffy out of his worries, that's when he received the unexpected visit or Dragon himself asking for his help, he needed his mission to be completed so he requested his cooperation and in exchange he'll help him to rescue Sabo which Ace agreed. Dandan was not kidding when she said High town was highly guarded, not because of the visit of the Celestial dragon but for the rumor that Fire fist Ace was here, the mission of Dragon is the inside of the Celestial dragon's ship so Dragon helped him to infiltrate in the gardens of the manor of Outlook, he gave him a den den mushi so he can gave him the signal for Ace to commit a commotion so the attention will be put in the catastrophe. When the time arrived Ace put a hellfire show in the Outlook manor and the manors at close so the fire could spread, when Ace entered the manor he had no trouble at all defeating the guards until he found Sabo, he was angry and sad at the look of his brother's condition, he took Sabo into his arms and burned the entire manor into ashes. With the help of Dragon he escaped all the commotion in High town and taking Sabo back into Dandan's country, Luffy was overjoyed seeing both his brothers returning alive and he didn't leave them for a second.

What Ace didn't account for is Garps sudden visit, hearing the rumors of his grandson in Goa made him navigate as fast as light, Garp was beyond furious with Ace of all the destruction he had caused but Ace made sure to clarify that he did in order to save Sabo from his so call father, Garp understands his reasons but he knock it on his head that the marines won't look it that way and is saved to say that he became mad when he found out that Dragon was the one who helped him. Not that he's mad with the rescue, he is mad that all his efforts go to waste cause soon enough the marines will find out about Luffy's background and take him to do God knows what and in the case of Sabo it will look like a kidnaping, but Ace could care less about what other people's think of him and this could be solved. The only solution Garp could found is that these kids go to Marineford without question and there they could be save, but Ace refused that idea cause if it wasn't gonna work for him neither will for Luffy, but the decision was being made and it didn't matter what the kids or Ace think and Garp told Ace to leave right now that he has the chance before he captures him here and there and these matter does not concerns him.

After that Ace was leaving immediately of Goa kingdom, he had no business there anymore and he was a pirate, he had no intentions on staying any longer. Or at least that's what he likes to think, but in his heart bo matter how much he ignored it, he couldn't stop thinking about Sabo and Luffy, how they were involved in this disaster because of him, how their freedom was going to be taken away, Ace was faster to leave but Sabo and Luffy where just kids and Garp definitely would be much more prepared if the same thing repeats itself again. The memories of their time together, how these kids looked up to him, accepted him and loved him, they became brothers and Ace couldn't leave them behind. He knows the dangers of taking kids to the Grand Line, the burden to take care of these kids, he knows the consequences but he just shut his logic and let his heart act. Unlike Garp he was going to give them a choice, no matter what they decide he will respect it, he knows what they will say but he needed a confirmation from both of them to act. Ace gather Sabo and Luffy for their goodbye, but before he leaves he asks... "Sabo, Luffy... you guys wanna go to Grand Line with me?"

[starsfic]

Long Xiaojiao, Night Guard

Summary: After an argument with her parents, Xiaojiao decides to cut herself off. However, that means moving into a different place, and that's not feasible with her savings. So, Xiaojiao decides to get a job.

Hopefully, this American pizza joint will be nice.

AO3/Ko-Fi

-_-

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Neither can I,” Long Xiaojiao groaned, fisting a hand in her hair. For once, her phone wasn’t in her pocket. It was upstairs on Xiaotian’s bed, buzzing with so many missed calls and texts with one familiarity. They were all from her family.

Well, former family.

“What even happened?” Xiaotian asked, passing her a bowl of noodles, the smell deliciously fragrant and a balm on her nerves. “You told me a month ago that you guys were doing fine.”

Xiaojiao sighed, picking up the chopsticks. She was glad it was slow today. If Xiaotian wasn’t here, she was pretty sure she would do something stupid. “Well, I went over for breakfast, and we kinda started talking about my summer plans. Well, my dad asked if I was planning to go back to college any time soon and…” She knew that the fact that she had dropped out of college was a sore spot for her parents, but she had hated college. She had gotten all the qualifications to be a mechanic that moment she dropped out, but her parents hadn’t been impressed. “Things went downhill from there.”

“So bad that you decided that you have to move out?”

“I kinda have to,” Xiaojiao loved her swanky apartment, but she had to cut herself off in all ways. “It’s technically under my parents’ names, even if I pay rent. Plus, the landlord’s friends with my dad, which is why I had such low rent.” Thankfully, she had enough savings for the down payment and the first month’s rent for something smaller, a little more worn down, but decent, after some looking. (Did she really need that third monitor?) “Don’t worry about it, I have a few places in mind.”

“I could talk to Red,” Xiaotian offered, his smile bright. “You’re his best friend, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind-”

“Dude, Red’s already got issues dealing with Pigsy flipping his lid over you moving out,” She had not witnessed the announcement, only heard that Pigsy attempted to whack Red with the wok. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry. My only concern is finding a job.” Streamer money alone couldn’t fill up her bank account.

"Oh!" Xiaotian said, smiling brightly. "That'll be easy for you!"

"Yeah!" She was Long Xiaojiao, mechanic qualified, smart, and popular. "How hard will it be?"

-_-

Fuck Qi Xiaotian.

Fuck him and getting all her hopes up.

Of course he had an easy time of it. The moment he was old enough, Pigsy hired him to help out around the noodle shop with great pay, the softie. She should've asked Pigsy; it would've been easier than having the honestly brutal amount of rejection emails pop up in her inbox.

Most places didn't exactly like the idea of people dropping out of college because they were bored. Most places saw her as wasting time waiting for a job position that Daddy and Mommy promised her. Others just weren't looking for anyone anymore and simply hadn't taken down the ads yet. At least those were nice enough to say sorry.

Xiaojiao was honestly prepared to beg Red or Pigsy for a job when another email popped in.

And this one was more than excited to welcome her.

Maybe a little too excited, when Xiaojiao stepped into Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

From what the owner had explained, they were in the process of moving in, and she could see that with all the boxes everywhere. But the place still looked incredibly worn down for all its newness. None showed that more than the four animatronics standing on the stage.

Long Xiaojiao had done some research, she wasn't that dumb. Apparently, Fazbear Entertainment had started in the United States, and had quickly developed a reputation. Now, they were moving to China, hoping to escape the ghost stories and accusations of murder. Said stories surrounded the four she eyed.

Freddy Fazbear, the bear himself, stood in the middle, holding a microphone. Bonnie the Bunny and Chica the Chicken stood on either side of him like bodyguards. Foxy the Pirate held his hook up as if in the middle of telling a grand tale. All of their eyes were closed and their heads slumped, like they had fallen asleep on their feet.

“But they’re probably just stories,” Xiaojiao sighed. “You guys look like you couldn’t hurt a fly!”

"Oh, hello!" Xiaojiao nearly jumped at the English interrupting her study, turning to reveal a pretty blonde woman hovering next to the stage. She blinked emerald eyes before awkwardly chuckling. "I'm...sorry, hello," she said in shaky Mandarin. "Do you speak English?"

"Yeah, I do," One of the things she was glad her parents had forced her to learn. "Although your Mandarin sounded pretty good."

The woman shook her head. "No, no, I'm still learning. This move was a sudden decision, so I needed to pick it up quickly." She held out a hand, and Xiaojiao shook it. Her grip felt weirdly weak. "I'm Vanessa Shelly, the owner of the restaurant."

"Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Long Xiaojiao, I'm here for the staff position?"

"Yeah, I figured," Vanessa chuckled, the awkwardness slowly easing out of the noise. "Let me give you a tour, and I can give you a laydown of the situation."

The tour wasn't that long. There was one big dining hall- the room Xiaojiao had entered- a slightly smaller arcade and prize room, two small rooms for private birthday parties, two halls that connected in the kitchen, Parts and Services/storage, and the guard office.

"The office is where you'll be spending the most of your first two weeks," Vanessa explained, allowing Xiaojiao to take in the space. It was small, with buttons next to both doorways. A small fan chugged away next to a tablet and computer, cooling down nothing. "My brother is still in Utah, handling business matters there, but once he gets here, he'll be handling the night guard business."

"Okay, that's good to know," She had worried about that part, not wanting to lose too much time with Xiaotian. Two weeks was manageable. But, those buttons looked weird. She nodded, but her mind was on the buttons. "What do these do-?"

"Wait, wait, WAIT-!" Xiaojiao pressed the button, and a door came crashing down. There was a thud outside, probably from Vanessa jumping back to avoid being cut in half. Xiaojiao blinked at the thick metal door before pushing the button. The door slid back up, revealing Vanessa. She was against the wall, her eyes wide.

"Sorry," Xiaojiao said, stepping forward and helping Vanessa from her lean against the wall. "Are you okay?" Her hands were callused and strangely cold, but her emerald eyes were warm.

Vanessa didn't answer for a moment, eyes locked on their hands. Finally, she pulled away, managing another awkward laugh as her fingers dug into her purple work shirt. "I'm fine. Don't worry. Sorry, I should have warned you about the doors."

"Yeah..." Now that she thought about it, those doors seemed more like something from a military base than a pizza place. "Why do you guys have bombproof doors?"

"They were something from the old place," Vanessa explained, stepping back into the office. Her destination turned out to be a worn yellow locker Xiaojiao hadn't noticed. She opened the door and reached inside. "My brother insisted on it, in case the animatronics..." She shut the door, revealing she held a work uniform. "Misbehave." Ah, right, ghost stories. "Anyway, here is your uniform!"

Xiaojiao took it. This at least looked new, with the buttons all shiny and a shiny new name tag sitting on top with her name. The keys were already on a keychain, hanging from the pocket. "Thanks."

"Now, how about I get the gang to say hello before you head out?" Vanessa was already pushing past, her shoulder gently bumping Xiaojiao. "We want you well rested for your shift tomorrow, right?"

Hello?

Xiaojiao followed Vanessa back to the main dining hall, finding her boss standing in front of the animatronics. She clapped her hands together. "Okay, guys, wake up. I got a new friend working with us. Foxy, I think you'll like her."

Those seemed to be the magic words. The first to lift their head was Bonnie, his magenta eyes focusing on Vanessa. Chica was next, the little cupcake on her plate giving a little yawn that Xiaojiao had to fight to not coo over, and then Foxy reared his head back, giving out a maniacal laugh.

And then Freddy... didn't move.

"Freddy?" Vanessa said, cocking her head. Those green eyes were concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Aye, lass, he's just a lil' tired from all the flying," Foxy said, sounding just like a pirate. "Can't say I blame him. Give me a ship any day!"

"Foxy," Chica said. "You know we couldn't have sailed over. Sailing takes too long, and Ness worries a lot." 'Ness''s face turned red, not disputing the claim.

Wow, this was really great AI. The banter and movements as Foxy and Chica argued back and forth, and Bonnie reached over to hold Freddy's shoulder was so life-like. Xiaojiao's fingers itched for her phone to record and stream. Hm, maybe…

"Anyway, this is Long Xiaojiao," Vanessa said, interrupting Bonnie saying something about the perfect cheese for pizza. She gestured to her, and Xiaojiao waved. "She'll be our night guard until Mikey gets here, and she'll be helping me repair and maintain you guys."

Oh, yeah! “I also know a guy,” Xiaojiao said, pulling up her phone. “Who does commissions. He made a logo for his dad’s noodle shop. Maybe he can do some stuff for your marketing?”

Vanessa’s smile went big. “Really?” Xiaojiao turned to reveal Pigsy’s logo and her eyes went wide. “Oh, that looks great.”

“Yeah! You have a pen?” At the request, a pen was pulled out. “Great! Here’s his number, his name is Qi Xiaotian…” She ignored the heat flaring up in her face as she held Vanessa’s name and scrawled Xiaotian’s number across her palm. “Anyway,” she said as she pulled away. “Give him a call. He’ll be more than happy to help.”

“Oh, thanks Xiaojiao!”

“No worries! See you tomorrow!” Xiaojiao headed out, glancing back. Vanessa was smiling at her palm. Chica was petting her cupcake as Foxy and Bonnie talked. And Freddy…

Freddy stared right at her.

-_-

Long Xiaojiao was eager for her first shift, especially after the day she had, but almost drove away when she came one hour before midnight.

In the light of day, the restaurant had just looked worn and tired. In the darkness of night, barely lit by the neon on the next street, it looked menacing. Vanessa had left the dining hall's light on for her, showcasing the four figures on stage. All were slumped over, looking asleep again.

Xiaojiao barely resisted a shiver as she parked her bike and walked up. The clink of the lock opening sounded like a gunshot, and, as she walked in, she swore a cold breeze slid down her back.

No. No. She was being ridiculous. She was Xiaojiao, the White Horse Dragon Girl (dragon family or no dragon family), former wielder of the Samadhi fire, and current wielder of the Long sword (dragon family or no dragon family). She wasn't gonna get spooked like this! 

"Hey guys!" she said for some semblance of noise as she locked the door behind her. "Good to see you guys again!" Nothing came back and Xiaojiao nodded. "Good talk."

Her duties involved checking all the doors to make sure they were locked. Xiaojiao did the lap of the building before settling into her office, which now housed a phone and an old poster. Now, all she had to do was keep an eye on the building and the animatronics until 6 AM.

Her phone beeped, and she pulled it out.

MonkieMAN: CONGRATS ON UR HOME!

Ah, right. Xiaojiao was now the proud owner of a small studio apartment. It was a little smaller than her old place, but she owned it. She still had to unpack and figure out what to keep- goodbye, third monitor- but she was home for now.

You: THANKS! How's moving into your place?

The phone rang. Xiaojiao nearly fell out of her chair at the noise and felt a flash of irritation. Was she really that off her game? She had dealt with scarier things. The phone rang again before something clicked and "Hello? Hello, hello?"

"Hello?"

"Uhh, I wanted to record a message for you... to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you." Oh, it was a voicemail Vanessa must've forgotten to delete. Xiaojiao shrugged and turned to her phone. "I’m... finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact, so... I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I’m here to tell you: there’s nothing to worry about."

"Uh huh, sure."

MonkieMAN: We're doing great! Red wants to remodel the kitchen…

"Uh, you’ll do fine! So... let’s just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay? Uh, let’s see. First, there’s an introductory greeting from the company that I’m supposed to read. Eh, it’s kind of a legal thing, you know."

Huh, wonder why Vanessa didn't give it to her. Xiaojiao shrugged. "Probably out of date or something."

"Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovery of damage or if death has occurred, a missing person’s report will be filed within ninety days or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached and the carpets have been replaced.' " Xiaojiao sat up at that, raising a brow. Hang on. "Blah, blah, blah... Now that might sound bad, I know."

"My dude. Seriously?"

"But there’s really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing... those same stupid songs for 20 years, and I never got a bath? I’d probably be a bit irritable at night too." Speaking of the animatronics, Xiaojiao grabbed the tablet. It awakened easily, revealing a green 100% bar. On a guess, she pressed the only app. "So remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children, and you need to show them a little respect. Right? Okay. So just be aware:"

She froze.

"The characters do tend to wander a bit. Uhh, they’re left in some kind of "free-roaming mode" at night. Uhh... something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long." Oh, that was bullshit. Both the story and the fact that all four of them had turned their heads toward her camera, staring directly at her. "Uhh... they used to be allowed to walk around during the day, too, but then there was the Bite of '87. Yeah... I-It’s amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"

"Excuse me?!"

Now concerning your safety: the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uhh, if they happen to see you after hours, probably won’t recognise you as a person. Th-They’ll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on."

"Wait, hang on-"

"Now, since that’s against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, they’ll probably try to... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."

"What."

"Um, now that wouldn’t be so bad if the suits themselves weren’t filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So you can imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort... and death.

"Just discomfort and death?!"

"Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh." Xiaojiao felt a whimper come up at the mental image. Not even the Lady Bone Demon had threatened something like that. And it only grew worse when she looked back down. "...Y-Yeah, they don’t tell you these things when you sign up... But hey! First day should be a breeze; I’ll chat with you tomorrow."

Bonnie was gone.

"Uhh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright. Goodnight." And the Phone Guy hung up, leaving Xiaojiao gawking at the space where Bonnie should’ve been.

Was this part of her job? Finding Bonnie? She was pretty sure the job description didn't include that and Vanessa hadn't mentioned anything like that. Plus, there was just something about the way that the animatronics stared down the camera that was different from the playfulness that they showed earlier.

It felt... angry. Like, Azure or Macaque levels of anger.

But she also had a missing animatronic.

"Come on, come on... there!" Bonnie was just standing in between the tables, staring at the camera. Xiaojiao raised a brow. He continued to stare. She blinked.

He was moving.

"Crap."

Xiaojiao could hear his footsteps come down the hall- thudding, loud, like the heartbeat in her ears. He was coming and now she understood why Vanessa's brother wanted those doors.

Down went the door.

She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. There. That should keep him out. Soon enough, she heard footsteps…

Not walk away. Actually, they were coming down the other side.

Xiaojiao glanced down at the tablet and pulled the camera back. Chica was gone. Chica was peering from the doorway. Xiaojiao wasted no time in slamming the door down. For a few minutes, heart pounding, Xiaojiao waited until those heavy footsteps walked away.

They didn't stay away long.

There seemed to be some kind of pattern. Bonnie always came down one side, Chica the other. Bonnie would return to the stage or a broom closet to chill. Chica would head to the kitchen, where she seemed to be unpacking boxes. At least one of them was doing something helpful.

It was a rhythm that was easy to track.

That, Xiaojiao would figure later, was her mistake.

Bonnie was on stage at around 4 AM, talking to Freddy, who never ceased his glare at the camera. Chica was messing around in the kitchen. With that, Xiaojiao allowed herself to relax. Both of them moved slowly. She would have enough time to shut the door-

A clang interrupted her thoughts. At first, she assumed Chica had dropped something. Another clang raised a brow. Another, faster clang made her sit up as it repeated, again and again.

"What in the-"

Foxy sprinted into view, his hook raised and a screech coming out. Xiaojiao screamed back, her entire body going cold with terror.

And, in her state, Xiaojiao could only do one thing.

"SPICY HOT PEPPER BLAST!"

Her sword glowed green, sparking with electricity, and a laser came out. The kickback shoved her out of her chair and against the other door, looking up in time to hear Foxy scream.

"ME ARM!"

That was an issue.

There was a massive burn mark on the wall. There was also one on Foxy's arm, scarring what red fur was left. "FOXY!" Chica called, but Xiaojiao closed the door and the other before the chicken rushed up. She could barely set the tablet down before gripping her knees, taking in deep breaths as she stared at the floor.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, that had been bad. That had been super bad. There was no way Vanessa wouldn't notice.

...did Vanessa know the animatronics would do this?

A different kind of "Oh fuck" came out. If Vanessa knew, she was screwed.

Xiaojiao wasn't sure how long it was before there was a chime. She glanced up as the clock struck six. Quitting time. She took in a deep breath and tried to stand. ‘Stand’ was the keyword. Her legs felt like jelly and she could smell the terror on her. A surge of anger twisted her stomach at the sensations.

“Vanessa better have a good explanation.”

Vanessa was unlocking the front doors by the time Xiaojiao got to the dining hall. Her smile was warm, but Xiaojiao was too angry to consider how pretty it was.

"Hey! How was it? I hope the power didn't die on you. It's weird here, and we're still trying to fix it."

Okay, that was a whole other thing Xiaojiao was not going to get into. She crossed her arms, studying her boss. "You didn't tell me the animatronics moved during the night."

Vanessa raised a brow. "Oh, sorry. I thought I told you. They had this weird thing with free roam that I'm trying to fix, but they mostly move around at night and try to do tasks that need doing."

"You didn't say that they would try to k-"

"Hey, Vanessa," She nearly jumped out of her skin. She hadn't even noticed Freddy move over. His voice was almost fatherly, but his gaze on her was cold. "I think I might need some help setting up tools in Parts and Services. Mind helping me."

"Uh, sure," Vanessa glanced back as Freddy guided her down the hallway. "Thanks again, Xiaojiao! See you tonight!"

Xiaojiao blinked, feeling some of the anger slide off. Well, that answered one question. However, she couldn't help but follow the duo. Sure, she was a bit upset with Vanessa, but she couldn't just leave her alone. Thankfully, there was no screaming as she crept up to the Parts and Services door.

"Come on, you promised me you would handle this better."

"I know, I know...but did you really have to hire that girl? I don't like her."

"Freddy, you don't like anyone. And Xiaojiao's been great for what position she's in, and nobody else helping her. I know that she can do great things here once Mikey comes, I can feel it. Just...give her a chance, okay?'

Xiaojiao cocked her head, showing the scene. Freddy's arm was extended with the top part off, revealing the endo underneath. Vanessa was fiddling with it, her gaze distant and distracted. Freddy stared at her with what almost seemed like fatherly affection.

"Okay, I promise."

Liar.

Xiaojiao turned and walked away, gaze hard. Now, she needed to move and be ready.

She needed to repair a few things.

-_-

The next night, the phone rang again at midnight. Xiaojiao let the message about the animatronics play until it reached the part about them being more active as the night continued. She could already see that, with Foxy tensing up, getting ready to sprint right off the stage.

She slammed the door close. She bit back a jolt at the banging that started up, but focused on closing the other door. She checked her tablet and smirked at the steady 99%. "And Tang called Pigsy weird for hanging onto that spare generator," she chuckled. Now, she would have enough power to stall until they were all there and for her little show.

Xiaojiao pulled up the camera in the hallway in time to watch Foxy trot back to the stage.

Soon enough, Chica headed down her hallway, waiting. Bonnie, unlike last night, moved third to the opposing door. Foxy made another dash to the door. Each time, she heard their footsteps, heard them paw at the door.

Each time, they walked back, looking more and more confused and annoyed. Finally, Freddy marched off the stage, looking incredibly annoyed. All four of them headed to the left door.

Bang.

Bang!

Bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

BANG BANG BANG BANG-

The power held steady, but it was enough. Xiaojiao pressed the button, the door lifted, there was a shriek-

"I'll tell Vanessa."

All four froze mid strike, staring at her. Xiaojiao barely fought back a smirk. Her gamble had worked. Freddy finally spoke, sounding like he was fighting back the urge to strangle her. "You're bluffing."

Xiaojiao simply reached back and pulled up the video of the past hour. The clanging against the door rang out in the office, as the video perfectly showed what had been going on right outside the office.

"Pretty neat, huh? I noticed that some of the cameras didn't work, so I fixed them. I even fixed the computers." She wasn't gonna mention the bugs she placed everywhere, just to be sure. "I mean, Vanessa did say that you guys moved here for a fresh start and no murder. I wonder how she's gonna feel when you guys don't feel the same?"

Freddy gaped at her. Foxy was the one to speak up, rolling down his sleeve to reveal the burn mark. "Aye, and we'll be the ones to tell Ness that you brought in a weapon."

"I'll just tell Ness that she was scared for her life. Rightly so."

All of them jolted at the male voice. Xiaojiao turned in her chair.

There was a guy in the other doorway, holding a cup of coffee. He wore a dark hoodie and sunglasses, but that couldn't distract from the fact that his skin was purple. Xiaojiao was tempted to poke, but she had more questions. Including…

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

There was a gasp of "Swear jar!" but that was less important.

"I picked the lock." He held out a hand. "I'm Mike, by the way."

She took his hand, still not certain on how to react as she shook it. "Okay. Uh, I'm Xiaojiao-"

"The dangerous lunatic who smuggled in a laser sword and attempted to dismantle the animatronics." He sipped his coffee as Xiaojiao gaped. “Yeah, yeah, I’m willing to tell Ness that the animatronics were trying to get rid of a saboteur.”

...was she being blackmailed? Huh, weird. She was usually the one doing the blackmailing.

"Unless?" She had to ask.

"You both behave and leave me the fuck alone." He took another sip of his coffee. "You don't want to mess with me. I've done some fucked up shit, and Ness is used to that." He looked at her directly, cold lavender eyes boring into her soul. "Don't let Ness figure out what kinda fucked up shit you can do."

Oh. Well, that sealed it.

Before she could do anything, the clock chimed. "Well," Mike said pleasantly. "Ness should be here...about now." Of he trotted down the hallway, leaving Xiaojiao and the animatronics to glance at each other before Xiaojiao followed him down. She could hear the footfalls of the animatronics, but she didn't look back.

"Oh, Mikey! I thought you weren't gonna be here until next week!"

"Yeah, well, stuff concluded faster than expected..."

"Why do you smell like smoke?"

As a beaming Vanessa hugged her brother, Xiaojiao sighed. "I don't like him."

"Neither do we, but he's a good worker, and he's the only blood family Ness has left," Freddy groused.

The two glanced at each other. Now, Xiaojiao nearly had enough with the animatronics. But she had agreed with Mike that she would stay on. So…

"I have some pranking ideas." She held out a hand. "Truce?"

"Ooh!" Foxy cooed, elbowing to hover next to her. "Mind sharing with ole Foxy, lass?"

"I'm gonna pretend this isn't happening," Freddy said, turning and walking away. "Chica, come on. I want plausible deniability." 

Xiaojiao felt her smile grow. Okay, so this wasn’t the best job in the world. But it was stable and, with her family forged in ice and Samadhi fire, she would make it work.

[deleteddewewted]

Hello DD dear! I'd like to make a submission for your Sweet and Sour Event! I'd like it to be Sweet, featuring both SFW and NSFW, with Enmu and a female!demon reader.

The reader has been reading dozens of books all day and all night because Muzan ordered her to research something for him, so now she's exhausted, but she has to keep reading for her lord. Enmu sees his precious gf is tired, so he tries to get her away from those books by hugging her, whispering things in her ear and offering cuddles. The reader eventually gives up and they go cuddle and relax on the bed, but then things slowly escalate into NSFW, but it still remains something sweet and full of love.

I'd like it to be a drabble, but if you're too overwhelmed with requests or you prefer to do otherwise then headcanons are also 100% fine! Choose whichever method you prefer, I don't want to annoy you too much! :3 /lh

I hope this fits the criteria and rules you have on your blog, and if it doesn't then I deeply apologize!!

Sweet: Bookworm

Enmu x Demon! Fem! Reader

❤️🖤Sweet And Sour Event (May 21 - June 26)(JJK, MHA, KNY Characters Only!)❤️🖤

❤️🖤Sweet And Sour Event Masterlist❤️🖤

MDNI

W: NSFW, Riding, Fluff, Overworked Reader, Enmu Being A Good Boyfriend, Minor Breeding Kink, Overstimulation, Choking, Masochism

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You adored Lord Muzan, you truly did. You owed your life and your power to him, as well as your relationship with your boyfriend Enmu. You owed your Lord everything, yet you still had your moments where you resented him. He was making you research western culture for the sake of his travels. Something about westerners and how they function fascinated your Lord and he instructed you to learn more about their culture, social norms, language, clothing, and history. The western world was vast and each country had its own set of legends, culture, and history that made it practically impossible to learn about it all quickly. Muzan told you to take notes on anything relevant, but everything looked relevant even if some of the cultural practices were from centuries back. It hurt your eyes and brain to process it all but your Lord demanded it from you and unlike others, you had no plans to disappoint.

You sat cross-legged on the floor as you continued to read on about western civilizations. You managed to get to the founding of America and were horrified at the detailed descriptions of slave treatment. You were old, centuries old even, yet in that span of time, you hadn't come across so much brutality towards a singular group of people. It confused you and considering your knowledge of the current state of America, it was a surprise that they were still actively at war with others. How could a country be so militarily focused? You knew that you were swimming in your own hypocrisy but it still never seized to shock you how cruel humans were to one another.

“My love, are you in there?” You were startled by the sudden sound of someone outside your room but you quickly relaxed once you recognized the voice.

“I'm here, Enmu my dear.” Your boyfriend of five decades sauntered into the room with all his usual dramatics and captured you in a hug.

“I’ve missed you, my love. Humans are so dull, yet their faces are beautiful when they're filled with terror.” He squeezes you a little before planting a kiss on your cheek. He added more suction to the kiss which left your skin tinted and wet. 

“But, they will never compare to your beauty.” He kissed you again, this time much more passionate and worshiping.

“Are you insinuating that I'm only beautiful when I'm afraid?”

“N-no! Why would you think that? I was talking about your general appearance, my love.  You’re absolutely divine.” He made sure to moan exaggeratedly on the last word to emphasize how hot and bothered you made him feel. You simply rolled your eyes at him and kissed him back.

“I know I am. And so are you. You look rather dashing.” You both giggled at the sappiness but didn't bother to let go of each other. 

You enjoyed these calmer moments, the ones where there was no blood or gore present. It made you feel normal, almost human. You sometimes envied humans, they could go outside whenever they pleased, and make plans for their future adventures knowing that those memories would hold more meaning once they were laid to rest. They had an urgency to get things done while you had all the time in the world, as long as there was a night, to explore the world around you.

“Well, I am exhausted. Let us rest the day away.” He attempted to pull you into your shared bed, and even though you were truly tired you still had to continue your reading.

“I’ll join you later. Lord Muzan assigned me a task and I wish to complete it soon.” You gave him an apologetic look and walked back to your place on the ground to continue working.

As the hours flew by, Enmu frowned and dramatically groaned at your absence in the bed. He couldn't stand watching you work away while he laid comfortably on the bed. He got up, his yukata loosely tied as he rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand.

“My love, come to bed.” He didn't bother with waiting for your response and dragged you away from your stacks of books and notes.

“Enmu, if I do this now I will be able to spend more time with you later.” You giggled.

“I am aware, but I cannot sleep if you are not beside me.” You rolled your eyes at the pathetic neediness he expressed. It wasn't unusual for him to seek your affection but he always sought it out when it was least convenient.

“Enmu please.”

“No, you will go to bed with me and I will make you take a break. This ridiculous reading is getting in the way of us spending the day together.” He huffed and finally laid you down on the bed before wrapping himself around you.

You sighed but willingly readjusted yourself to face him instead of facing the wall. You took in all of his features, the markings on his face, the oddly colored hair, the dim light that his eyes appeared to illuminate. He was gorgeous. You couldn’t help but smile and kiss him. You couldn’t help the way your hands wandered over his body. The small sash that kept his yukata closed came undone with a simple tug.

“My love, if you do this I won't be able to stop myself.” He whispered. You ignored him, your mouth finding its rightful place on top of his own.

You opened his yukata while you kissed him, your mouths perfectly slotting against each other and saliva wetting your lips. You felt like the air inside your lungs was being traded for your lover's sickening affection. Enmu wasn't any better. He was drowning in the sensation of your mouth and hands on him. You gently tugged on his dick and rubbed his slut with your thumb. He pre’d a little, the cum wetting your fingertip as you teased him.

“A-ah~! Y/n, please don’t stop, my love~” You moved your hand back down to his base and began to slowly stroke him.

He moaned into your kiss, his tongue swiping at your lips to allow him access to your mouth. You let him inside, his tongue and your own mingled with each other as you continued giving his sex attention. He bucked his hips and whined your hold became firmer. He could feel himself about to cum, the knot in his stomach threatening to untie itself before you gave him permission to.

That was another interesting part of your relationship. From the get-go, he made it clear that pain, any pain from someone of higher authority was gratifying to him. He accepted any punishment with grace, with utter joy even, but when you both began to court each other that aspect of himself mellowed. He savored your more gentle treatment. Your kisses, your hands, and your body was not something he was used to feeling. He was adored by you and he showed it back with his own care.

“Enmu, let me ride you.” You dived right back into a kiss and rolled the both of you over so that you’d have the upper hand.

You continued to stroke him, his cock now hard and covered in his own pre cum which would act as a lubricant. You took off your clothes, slowly and methodically to make the sight more enjoyable for him. You teased him when you took off your wraps and showed off your perked nipples. His face was horribly flustered, it was almost sickly. He was bright red, his cheeks drowned in the blood that his pale skin would never be able to hide. His hands found themselves on your breasts once you told him he could touch them.

“I've always wondered what it would be like to have a child. Do you think we could still have one?” You watched as your boyfriend's eyes widened. All of the blood that could have gone to his face was now down to his groin as he felt himself twitch and spurt more pre. 

You removed your koshimaki and fully revealed yourself to your partner. Your cunt was wet, your slick already dripping down your leg as you aligned yourself with his sex. You both knew that once he was inside you, you wouldn't be stopping after one round.

You plunged yourself down on him, your cum and his own helped make the penetration easier. You felt him fill you up, his girth was just perfect for you, almost as if he was made for you exactly. You rolled your hips and felt as if he drooled at the sides of his mouth. His shallow breathing told you everything that you needed in order to start bouncing up and down his length.

He broke the kiss before latching himself onto your nipple. He sucked and gently bit the bud as you continued to bounce on him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, squeezed so that his cute hiccups would become louder, and clenched so that the rag of your hips would make him go over the edge.

“Fu-ck~! Y/N!!!” Enmu screamed. He had drool all over his lips and his cock spurted his seed inside you. It was warm and it dripped down your leg just like your own release. You leaned down and kissed him on his drool-soaked lips before continuing your rocking.

You watched as he gasped, his pretty eyes filled with tears as he searched for air. He was enthralled with the suffocation, the control you demonstrated over him. He dug his nails into your skin and squeezed when he felt that he was going to cum again. He lost all composure and you were the one who did this to him. He jerked his hips up as he came, his cum once more coating your insides white in the hopes of giving you what you wanted.

You let his relax your grip around his throat but kept your hand in place as you continued. You felt close to cumming yourself. The weak moans he let out and the babbling mess he became from just your pussy taking him in had your heart racing. You wanted more, you wanted to see more that he would do to please you.

“Enmu~, baby~. Come for me one last time~.” Breathless, he was breathless under you and his eyes had rolled into the back of his head as he moved his hand onto your hips and violently thrust up into you. You felt your pussy begin to throb at the abuse and finally, the knot that you had formed inside you snap.

“Enmu~!” You squirted all over him and over yourself. His yukata was soaked in your fluids and so was his stomach. He shook as he felt your orgasm make your walls tighten around him and caused him to cum once last time inside you.

You collapsed on top of him, your sweaty skin made you feel like you couldn't peel off of him. You listened to his heart thump inside his chest, mildly erratic but slowly going back down to its regular rhythm. You felt his hand move down your back and his fingers insert themselves inside your sex along his cock.

“You are filled, my love.” He chuckled. He was still out of breath and his voice was hoarse from the abuse he sustained.

You giggled at his touching and gasped when he pulled his fingers back out of you. He licked his fingers clean, your combined release now inside his mouth. He smiled at you and kissed you once he knew he had your attention. It was sweet and relaxing. His aching muscles turned into putty as he felt you moan against his mouth.

“I love you, Y/n. You are mine alone and I am yours completely.” He whispered. You nodded your head and nuzzled yourself against his chest.

“I love you too, Enmu. You are my everything.” You murmured. 

Exhausted and weak, you both fell asleep in each other's embrace as the outside world continued moving on. You both paid no mind to the humans outside that went about their day nor the cause that the following night brought to you both. You both spent the entirety of the day and night with each other. You shared your work with him and listened to him prattle about his new venture for consuming humans. A train. He told you about how the popularity of travel had blown in the past decades and how more and more people were traveling in compact trains.

“My love, I plan to become one of the Upper Kizuki. And once that occurs, you and I will be unstoppable.” You laughed with him before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“That sounds wonderful, my love.” You both settled in for the day and closed your eyes as you both listened to one another's hearts.

[tarnishedxknight]

"You- I didn't realise you were in here, I'm sorry... I should- I'll give you- yup..." (Wanda getting flustered at Noah working out AU???)

Noah hated it here. It was even more of a farce and a clash of personalities than the Judges ever were, and until now he would have said that no group of elites could ever be as dysfunctional as they. Well, he was wrong. It was less a team than it was several incompatible individuals tossed together, except without the intricate social and political dances that kept the Judges in line and interacting constructively with each other. Being... an Avenger... what as asinine moniker that is... was doing nothing to help him calm down or process his grief at all.

Noah had survived everything in his life up until now, obviously, and he thought he could survive anything. There was still little indication that he couldn't, but this... this was far harder than anything else he'd endured in the past. Not even Basch's betrayal had rattled him as much as suddenly being thrust into a world he didn't know, with everything - and everyone - he loved suddenly gone. He grieved for Basch, which pissed him off fiercely, and strangely enough he had finally begun grieving for Drace as well. It was as if, once that door of emotions had been opened, any and all pending and repressed issues forced their way through it as well. But nothing was hurting him more right now... than losing Larsa.

And... to what? He didn't know. Did the boy die at twelve without him there to protect him? Did he make it to adulthood? If so, how far into it did he live? Did he grow to be the incredible person Noah knew he had the potential to be? Did he change the Achadian Empire for the better and thus the course of history forever? Or... was he consumed and assimilated by the ruthless Archadian political machine that had a hand in creating him? Noah didn't know, and he never would, and that was driving him insane. Even though it made no sense and obviously he never would have done it had he remained in his own time in Ivalice, Noah somehow wished he'd told the boy how much he loved him, even if he could never have called him son. But now, that chance was lost forever, and Noah's sanity threatened to be lost with it.

Just about the only thing that helped was to attack everything in the training gym until his body was bruised and aching, his throat was parched and his tongue dry, splintered wood and plastic lay everywhere, and he was about to collapse. That's the only way sleep came to him now, was if he utterly exhausted himself to the point of not being able to stay awake. That didn't mean the nightmares still didn't find him, though.

Noah refused to work with any of the psychological evaluators. His mind was private, his own, and no one would see its inner workings unless he wished them to. These... doctors... had not earned that privilege. Being told that he would not be permitted to go on any missions until he passed a psychological evaluation and spoke to a therapist regarding his nightmares and obsessive training did nothing to deter him. There were also medical concerns, since some of his vitals were a bit out of the normal range and his eyes were an unusual color of amber. Until further notice, he was to stay in the compound until he acquiesced to these various appointments. He'd simply said, fine, and walked away.

He'd been so involved in his training, inasmuch as he could continue it how he wanted with the different and limited tools available to him, that he hadn't noticed one of the Avengers standing there. He looked up as she spoke to him, not in the mood at all to deal with anyone else.

For some reason, he couldn't snap at the woman before him as he wished to. His anger seemed to ebb the moment he saw how awkward she was. Now he was just frustrated with himself. "It is a communal gym," Noah simply said flatly. "It is my understanding that anyone may use it at any time." There was no need for her to leave just because he was there, much as he might wish to be left alone.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, for she seemed to be upset about something? And staring at him for some reason? Of course, it was completely lost on him that she was flustered and about to leave because of his appearance.

[myreygn]

okay did reginald just like- mix stuff from different timelines together?? i might be wrong about this but i gotta type this out somewhere so bear with me please...

we have the normal timeline from s1, let's call that one timeline A. we have the whole 60s plot in s2 which essentially fucked up this timeline and created timeline B, the one with the sparrow academy. and now we're in an entirely new timeline which will just be timeline C for now.

things we know about timeline C:

the hargreeves and probably also lila don't have their powers (are there no powers whatsoever in this timeline or do all of the other special kids still have theirs? are there even special kids or did the weird births of 1989 never happen?)

there's a ben in timeline C (was he born under the same circumstances as the other two bens? does he have his powers? was he born in a completely normal way?)

allison does have both claire and ray (is it the same ray from the 60s? is it a copy of ray which has always existed in that time frame? does he know about everything allison told him? is he claire's father?)

reginald has a girlfriend or something like that (is it grace the human? does grace the robot exist? does pogo exist? is he still a cool ass biker monkey?)

luther is alive (it's not a seperate timeline C luther, it's timeline A luther, the same luther as always, but why is he back from the dead?)

most pressing question i have about timeline C:

if ben B came with the others to timeline C, why isn't sloane there?

my theory to answer this question:

this is really what fucks up my brain the most which is why i spent the most time thinking about it. my theory might be very much flawed but please hear me out nevertheless.

timeline C seems to be a copy of timeline A give or take some factors (namely the powers, grace, ray and reginald). let's talk about post credit ben first: i think it's a ben exclusive to timeline C. timeline A's ben was disassembled as a ghost, i highly doubt that can be reversed. regularly dead people, okay, dead ghosts, i don't think so. so that means there might also be other doppelgangers, but if so, why isn't there a different allison hargreeves living her life? maybe because there are no doppelgangers of the others.

we don't know whether or not the sudden unnatural births happened in timeline C but even if they didn't, knowing that ben exists it's likely that the other kids do too, just maybe they were born normally, except for the umbrella kids and now stay with me.

reginald created the timeline. he had enough influence on it to give allison exactly the life she wanted but i wouldn't be surprised if there are still some things beyond his reach, simply because time is a tricky thing and the universe likes to do whatever it wants. reginald might've been able to adjust timeline C in a way where there are no other versions of the umbrella kids, so that they'd fit right in. that would mean no doppelgangers for them, but a person who's not there anymore can't have a doppelganger anyway and this is where i think reginald might've shot himself in the foot.

ben A doesn't exist. he's gone. every trace of his soul has been eliminated. the universe notices "okay, no ben hargreeves in this equation, let's create one." enter ben C, the one from the post credit scene. BUT. there's still a ben, ben B from the sparrows, and why? because reginald didn't know that ben A was entirely gone. he knew he was dead, but apparently dead people can easily be brought back in the process, exhibité luther. so he might've just assumed that ben A would just come back from the dead and everything would be fine, but that didn't happen.

so ben B might've gone through that portal in order to fill the void reginald hadn't known would be there. meanwhile ben C was created by the universe for this exact same purpose. boom. doppelgangers.

meanwhile sloane? the sloane from timeline A was never adopted by reginald in the first place, so she's probably out there living her life the way she did in s1. sloane B is no more, because the kugelblitz absorbed timeline B entirely. this makes ben B the only remaining part of that timeline and this is what will probably cause the paradox for next season, especially considering that we don't know enough about ben C to really predict what he's gonna do. hell he's in korea, who knows if the others will even consider his existence and find him!

looking forward to whatever's there to come. my brain hurts.

[thebentbones]

I took my new name documents to the doctor to finally have my name changed after wrongfully being denied for a year, only to have the same vile receptionist tell me (actually not me, she only looked my mom the whole time, even when I was speaking directly to her) that they couldn't change my title and gender. She said, "we can only do that when they've had..." and gestured to her lower half.

When I said that I am able to do that actually she nodded along, and then said "well maybe if you go and do some research on it a bit we can work it out" I told her there was no need, as I have extensively researched it.

There's a back and forth of her saying to look into it (again, only addressing my mother) and me insisting I have, where she says that they've just been talking about it in the office and weren't sure what to do (which seems like something they should know, or immediately find out when it comes up). She told me to come back when I've done some research and talk to the practice manager. At one point she said to change title I'd need a new NHS number, and I said "yes, that's what I need you to do!" Thinking we'd finally got there, but then she went back to saying they couldn't do it.

So i'm desperately trying to get my internet to work to prove what I'm saying, but she is moving away back to her desk. Its obvious she doesn't believe me, or simply can't be arsed, and is trying to shut me down. She came over to tell me all this while I was in the waiting room waiting to see the doctor, so I'm panicking that I'm about to be called and that I'm losing her attention and my chance. Everyone in the room can hear what's happening.

I can't get the page to load but I tell her I know I'm right because it's the psce website I got my information from. This seemed to change something, and visibly annoy her, and she says she'll be back in a moment. When she comes back she says that she spoke with the office manager (if she's been here the whole time why not get her at the beginning?) and that it has to be done through psce, they'll start it now and it should be sorted in a few days. She gave no apology or explanation, she still did not even look at me.

Then my wrong name came up on the board for the whole room to see, starting with 'miss', as I was called into the doctor. A humiliation to rub salt in the wound. I was so excited to finally change my details after being wrongly denied for months, she took something that should have been joyful and made it painful and humiliating.

Honestly if my sister hadn't been there I think I would have taken the whole thing a lot harder. My sister was pissed though. When we got out of there she was so angry, talking about how it is straight up discrimination and fucking disgusting. We ranted it out together and it helped so much, like yes, that fucking sucked and was completely messed up, did that actually happen? What is that old bags problem? Maybe if you don't know how to speak to other human beings or what compassion is then this isn't the job for you.

The psce website says it takes no longer than 5 working days. So if it isn't done in one week, we will be walking back into that doctors office with the whole page printed off, highlighted at the relevant parts, and will not be leaving until it is done. Luckily I have support, not everyone does. I have to make sure they know this process so that the next person doesn't have to fight in order to be treated like a human being.

Weirdly every other place I've needed to update has been so easy, they just make a copy of my document and fill in a form. As soon as I get my new passport I can change the last few places and my deadname will be gone!

[arklay]

i would love to hear about "the jake talk" pls 👀

wip title meme ♡

— the jake talk

i am so so sorry this is so long, but i wanted to talk about context with it all and then i got carried away talking about the ouchies and just my lore and headcanons with things... / tw: infertility, insecurities, and mentions of pregnancy

of course, this is set after the whole incident with the c-virus. he is still alive with my canon, which i still need to talk more about after she got him stable and such, but basically, they are high ranking within blue umbrella yet stay in the shadows a lot where their identities aren't known. while the company keeps this image of being an anti-b.o.w. group and wanting to make amends for its predecessor, they are in the process of corrupting the bsaa from the inside out. slow revenge over chris by making everything he worked hard for made a mockery of without revealing themselves and being reckless again

context out of the way, diana has a look over the files he had just left strewn about on their dining table. she instantly saw jake's face and saw a resemblance before she ever read the report and that started some overthinking. she mainly stays in her lab and doesn't really care for whatever else is going on with the bsaa, so she hadn't known the ins and outs with the whole situation that had been going on

later that night, after getting the confirmation of yes, he's his son, and diana asking if he knew about him at all (she may have assumed for a moment that he kept it from her), the two of them are just lying together and she asks if he wished he had known about him. he's still recovering and going through breaking down spencer's conditioning and finding himself again, so everything is still very conflicting for him, but he says he's unsure. he knows in an instant that she's already worrying and overthinking things

there's a lot going through diana's mind with this, but he tries to stop her from spiralling with it all, saying that what happened happened and they can't change the past. jake's mum never told him she was pregnant and that was that, so there is no point in dwelling on it. but he's also trying to reassure himself, because it was a big shock to find out about jake, and to figure out that not only had his mum never given him an explanation before she left, but she actively hid this from him, and that hurts him more than he thought it should. even if it would have been for jake's good, to keep him free of spencer and umbrella's grasps, he was also never given a chance. she still could've left him and gone home, but he could've given them a comfortable life, sent them money, paid for her treatments... but now he knows she's gone, jake became a hardened mercenary, and he never got a chance to even meet him

diana asks if he would have wanted to be around him when he grew up, because she had seen how good he was with sherry years ago, even though he had said he didn't like kids and she was simply an exception, being his goddaughter. and when he finally gives her an answer of that he would've wanted to be involved in his life in at least some way, that shouldn't have made her feel horrible. and yet it did. and she feels even worse for making the situation about her at that point when she knows he is hurting

he looks over at her and he can tell she's thinking that means he would have stayed with jake's mum and they would've never had this, or the fact that maybe it means he really did want kids and she could never do that for him, so he would of course want jake's mum more than her... she's never doubted this, it's never something she's been concerned with before, but the fact that they had talked about kids a long time ago, she couldn't stop herself from wondering if he had lied about not wanting them to ease her mind. and the fact that the time she thought they were having a rare little scare, he had been so calm about it and reassuring with her, when in reality, no, he didn't want them or plan for them, but if it ever happened, he would have been there and tried

so, it becomes this thought process of if this woman could've given him this when diana can't, would he have wanted her instead? and it's the most nonsensical thought process from her, but she can't help but wonder, even though after his infection, he also lost that ability, and neither of them know if uroboros has changed that for either of them. but, anyway, he sees more evidence of how much the past few years have all been on her if she's stewing over something like this. they are both in such a vulnerable state of mind at this point, recovering from everything, and now they have to deal with this revelation too

he eases her worries though, saying that raising jake does not necessarily mean he and his mum worked out, but he still could have seen him and had time with him. he is just playing with her hair while trying to turn it a bit more light-hearted, asking what happened to her saying they were supposed to find one another. she gives this weak laugh, and he reiterates that things turned out the way they did and neither of them can change that, but he's here with her and he has a feeling they still would've crossed paths, even if it didn't happen they exact same way it did

[healthyrelationshipsupport]

I feel so stupid but like. I miss my ex. I broke up with him a few years ago because he cheated on me because he "wasn't used to other women actually being attracted to him" and then actively gaslit me about it for a week. I thought he was having trouble with a friend so I was being all supportive. Turns out the trouble was her feeling guilty that he hadn't told me. But there were lots of reasons we were together for a long time too and I've been thinking about texting him again. Should I? :/

You might be expecting us to yell, NO, DON'T DO IT, but that kind of thing doesn't actually help someone get the root of a problem, does it?

When we're no longer in relationships, we tend to start remembering them in either a worse or better light than how they actually were. If it was a bad breakup, we're more likely to remember the other person as cruel, but if we feel guilty or responsible or simply just lonely, we might instead remember just the good parts.

So one option might be to sit down with yourself and revisit all the good and bad that you recall about your relationship. Journal about it, or make a pros/cons chart, or talk out loud to a rubber duckie - whatever helps you process it. You'll probably have at least one instance of, "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that..."

Another option, and maybe in addition to the first, is to talk to someone you trust who was there for you during your relationship and/or breakup. Personally, when I reconsidered contacting an ex of my own, I went to a friend I trusted to be honest with me and asked, "Can you remind me of the things I complained about and the reasons I broke up with them, please?" My friend was able to recall things that I'd totally forgotten in my own haze of lonely 'what-if.'

Honestly, the way you provided more detail on the cheating and breakup than the reasons you were together (although the askbox does admittedly limit characters) makes me wonder if you aren't still feeling the pain of what he did in a pretty acute way. And if that's the case, would you be able to interact with him again in a way that wasn't hurting either of you? Is the wanting to contact him coming from a place of missing the good parts of your relationship together, or does it also have some element of wanting to hear him apologize, or be punished, or something else that's more about either revenge or accountability? Because if it's more about the latter, then you may need to reconsider what you're needing right now, emotionally, to make the best long-term decision for yourself.

After all of that, if you come to the conclusion that it isn't about being lonely or wanting to hear an apology, and if you believe that you can learn to trust him again and that you'd be happier in a relationship with him specifically **than not, then that's different. But even then, if you do contact him, I would strongly recommend that you do so with the understanding that he may have moved on. And if you two were to get back together, you would both need to be very deliberate about honesty, communication, and allowing trust to rebuild slowly and naturally rather than falling back into old habits.

** Sometimes we just miss being in a relationship, which is different from missing a relationship with someone in particular. It helps to know which one is the place you're coming from when making this kind of decision.

Bear in mind that if he's not also coming back together in good faith, then he may start believing that he can cheat again - as long as he's cleverer about not getting caught - because you'll forgive him again if you find out. Especially if it hasn't been that long since you first broke up. Based on your knowledge of him, what are your honest answers to the questions, "Could I fully trust him again?" and, "Would he ever do that to me again?"

- advocate mc

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My Light in a Dark—Twenty-Seven (Tamaki Amajiki x OFC)

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A/N: I can't believe we've made it to the end. The next chapter is an epilogue and I have a bonus chapter following it, and that is it. Thank you for those who made it this far. I hope the last two chapters (and this one) are enjoyable. Until next time!

Chapter warnings: smut and some language

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"I'm so sorry, Tama," Yuki says for the millionth time.

Since waking up in an empty bed and a sweet note from Tamaki about how he was picking up breakfast, Yuki has felt horrible for falling asleep waiting for him after getting him turned on.

"I was reading a book on my phone and fell asleep," she told him with watery eyes. Of course, Tamaki was quick to hug her and tell her he wasn't upset at all. That wasn't enough to hold back her apologies.

So after her hundredth one, Tamaki simply makes her sit on the couch, turns on the television, and leaves a sweet kiss to her forehead before walking away to start lunch. Her constant apologies don't annoy him, but he feels like she wasted her whole day apologizing.

"I'm bothering you too much, aren't I?" Yuki asks, peeking over the back of the couch toward Tamaki.

He looks at her. "Not at all. I don't want you to apologize anymore… I'm not upset. O-Or mad. You were tired, and that's… that's okay."

"But I got you all excited after you made a trip out only to come back to find me asleep."

"So? I was… fine by the time I got home."

"What if next time you wake me up, yeah? I'll be happy to help you, Tama."

The hero leans over the kitchen counter with a shaky breath.

If I keep talking, maybe he'll get riled up enough to do something. Yuki smiles innocently at Tamaki. "Better yet, why not use me however you need even if I'm still sleeping. I certainly wouldn't be upset waking up to you pleasing yourself with me."

"N-No."

She blinks. "Why not?"

His dark eyes meet her light ones. "Not when you could… think I-I'm… I'm hurting you. I don't… want you to think I'm him."

"Oh…"

Tamaki takes a minute to settle his racing thoughts. "Maybe… in the future."

"Okay, Tama," Yuki says, looking down to play with the fabric of the couch. “Do you think we could do what we were going to do last night? But… now?"

Again, he leans over the counter, hair falling over his shoulders as he settles his racing heart. The way his body is quick to react to her suggestion makes it even more embarrassing to be standing where they make food… not that he’s opposed to something happening.

"N-Now?"

Yuki nods. "Only if we're both on board for it." Tamaki can't see the way she rubs her thighs together. "Which I am." I haven't stopped wondering how last night could have gone if I hadn't fallen asleep.

"W-What about lunch?"

"Eat after?"

"In the middle o-of the day?"

"Is it not a good time?"

He shakes his head, lips forming a straight line that seem to tremble with his body. "I'm… nervous."

Quickly, Yuki gets up and speeds over to Tamaki where she hugs him from behind. She presses her cheek into his back. "Don't be. Do you prefer doing it at night? I can wait if that makes you feel more comfortable. I honestly don’t mind what time of day it is… as long as I’m with you and you only, Tama."

Only a minute goes by before Tamaki musters up a little courage to speak, still processing what his girlfriend just said. "C-Can I shower first? I need to… since I didn't this morning."

"That's okay with me," Yuki says softly, easing the excited butterflies in her belly with a calming breath. Why not join him, hm? Get past the awkwardness of him seeing you completely naked. "Can I… shower with you."

His voice cracks the first time he attempts to respond, but he manages a trembling "yes," much to Yuki's delight. 

She almost hopes he never stops getting shy when it comes to intimacy because Yuki loves having another reason to hold him out of comfort. And it lets her know she has a positive effect on him. Tamaki loves her so much to be so nervous about something as simple as showering together.

Yuki places her palms flat on his chest when she hugs him tightly before stepping away and taking his hand. "Come on," she says.

But he keeps her from moving toward the bathroom. Tamaki presses his lips to her forehead followed by her lips while his hands grip her hips. The fabric of his shirt—the one she picked to wear that day—somehow feels softer than ever. Maybe it's because Yuki's wearing it and he loves how often she wears his clothes when she comes over. And the little burst of confidence it gives him spurs his hands to lift the hem of the shirt. "C-Can I… take this off?" he asks, kissing her lips again.

Yuki's face turns a flattering shade of red as she peers up toward the lights. "It's so bright."

"I know," he says. "I… I want to see you… if you're comfortable." Tamaki leaves another kiss on her lips, his grip on her shirt loosening in case she decides she's not okay with undressing right there.

Let him, Yuki. "O-Okay. Yeah. Will you take your shirt off, too?"

The speed in which Tamaki lets go of her shirt to tug the one he's wearing over his head makes Yuki laugh. He tosses his shirt behind him, hitting a hanging pot that makes him duck when it hits another pan. Yuki laughs louder, appreciating her boyfriend's cute antics that put her at ease.

Yuki runs her hands up his bare chest, his shoulders, his neck and up to his hair where she lovingly combs it back and over one of his shoulders. "I love you so much, Tama. I'm the luckiest woman in the world."

His lips turn up, feeling good that his little blunder made her laugh. "I love you, too, firefly." Once more, his hands go back to her waist and he grips the shirt. "C-Can I?"

Yuki responds with a small nod. He is completely enamored by the pretty flush across her cheeks; by the way Yuki drags her teeth over her bottom lip as she pulls it into her mouth. He wastes no more time gingerly raising her shirt up and over her head. He tosses the shirt to the side—more graceful than before—and it leaves Yuki in a pair of his sweatpants, waist rolled downward to help them fit her frame, and a well-worn cream colored bra. Tamaki can't help smiling at how cute she looks the more she blushes under his gaze.

His hands squeeze her waist before trailing up her sides to her face where he cradles her head, leaning in to leave a few steamier kisses on her lips. Tamaki adores the feeling of her skin against his when she steps closer to him. There is no way to hide Yuki's effect on him with how close she stands, his hardness trapped between them.

Yuki lets out a brief moan, feeling Tamaki against her hip. He must have gotten riled up earlier if he's this hard already. Blindly because she refuses to part from his lips, Yuki’s hand seeks for the elastic of Tamaki's shorts before tugging them down. She giggles again when he steps out of them and kicks them aside after a bit of struggling.

Something in Tamaki ignites with her cute laugh and his kisses leave her lips for the soft skin under one of her bra straps he pulls off her shoulder. He has one intention, and that is to leave a dark purple mark there as a reminder that only he gets to have her like this. Her love is his only like his love belongs to her. The subtle glow of her skin only spurs him on.

While Tamaki marks up her flesh and she makes sweet sounds when his teeth graze those sensitive spots, he pulls her pants down her legs, giving a few squeezes to her ass because he knows she likes it—as if the little squeal Yuki lets out isn't sign enough of how much she enjoys it. Before he sheds her completely of the sweats she's wearing, he lifts her onto the counter. Tamaki pulls the sweatpants off and lets them fall to the floor as his hands trail up her calves, over her knees and across her thighs. The more naked he gets her, the more excited he is for what's to come. He doesn't bother fighting against the need to rut against her.

Yuki pulls him in closer and kisses his lips several times, arms draped over his shoulders. "I'm not opposed to having sex right here one day, but I want our first time to happen in the bedroom. After a shower, of course."

"R-Right," Tamaki says, taking a small step away from Yuki, hands going to her waist where he rubs his thumbs across her skin almost like a nervous tick. "C-Can I carry you?"

"Yeah, you can." Yuki scoots a little off the edge of the counter and tightens her arms around his shoulders. "Carry me like this, so I can still kiss you." She presses her mouth to his quickly. "And I'm okay if you touch my butt to carry me. I want you to do that." Her lips touch his cheek first and follow his jawline up to his ear.

Swiftly yet carefully, Tamaki slips his hands under Yuki's behind to pick her up. Her legs wrap around his waist and she presses herself closer, their torsos touching and her lips attaching to the side of his neck. It pauses his movements for a quick second before he carries Yuki into his bathroom. Tamaki places her on the counter, bringing her lips away from his neck so he can see the reddish purple marks forming on his skin through the mirror. He watches Yuki peer over her shoulder to look at them in the mirror, her eyes falling on the far more noticeable mark he left on her.

I'll never hide that with any of my dresses. She turns to look up at him. "Do you have a ponytail holder? I'll put your hair up for you."

Tamaki quickly pulls one off his wrist and passes it to her. He leaves a kiss on her lips and he nudges the tip of his nose against her cheek.

"Get down lower for me, Tama."

There's no missing the way his eyes darken and his lips part in surprise, but he listens, getting on his knees in front of her. He doesn't fight the need to leave kisses across her exposed thighs, eyes watching her eyelids droop from the touch.

"If you keep looking at me like that, we'll never make it to the shower," Yuki says, fingers brushing back his hair to fix it into a bun. I'm sorry you had to wait so long, Tamaki. I promise to make this good for you like you've made everything good for me. Before tying the elastic around his hair, she tilts his head back to give her lips access to his forehead. "I love you."

The blush on his cheeks only enhances his tiny smile as they gaze at each other. "I love you, too."

Grinning, Yuki finishes putting his hair up, asking if it's comfortable for him.

Tamaki nods and kisses the inside of her knee. "Want… your hair up?"

"Do you have another holder for my hair?"

"Yeah," he says, opening a drawer next to them and pulling one out. Tamaki stands again, scanning her half naked form as he does. Instead of only combing his fingers through her hair, he uses his fingertips to massage her scalp. She hums out of pleasure when his fingers work the tense knots at the base of her head where her neck meets it. It's tempting to leave more marks along her throat, but Tamaki holds it together and bunches her hair up atop her head before tying it there. "You look so… so cute, Yuki," he says before kissing her nose.

"Thank you, Tama." Yuki traces around his pecs and abdomen with one finger, eyes watching the goosebumps rise across his skin for a moment. She looks up at him when runs multiple fingers through the line of hair under his belly button. "You're okay with me joining you?"

He nods, both of his hands rubbing up her thighs to hold her waist. "Are you?" 

"Yeah. I want this. I want you, Tama."

Taking a solid deep breath, Tamaki steps away and gets the shower going, the sound of water hitting tile fills the bathroom. He comes back and pulls both of Yuki's bra straps off her shoulders. "Am I okay t-to… to take this off?"

"If this comes off next, yeah," Yuki says, using a single finger to pull the waistband of his boxer briefs down enough to see dark hair peeking out.

"O-Okay."

"Oh, maybe I should take this off since the clasp isn't in the back." Yuki reaches up to the clasp between the cups of the bra. "Unless you want to try."

"N-No, you can show me… this time."

"It's really easy." She pushes one side under the other until there's a little click. Yuki lifts one side, and it slips out of the clip, leaving her bra undone but still covering her breasts. "See? Next time I'll have you try. I wear a lot of bras like this."

Tamaki timidly reaches out and presses the palm of his hand in the now exposed valley between her breasts, feeling how warm and soft her skin is there. He can feel her heartbeat and how rushed it is, much like his. Ever so slowly, he inches his hand under one cup of her bra. Tamaki can feel her watchful eyes on him, but he still pushes aside the undergarment.

Yuki feels her skin bump up from his tender touch and she can feel how the nipple under his hand is hardening the longer his fingers caress her. He makes it feel so good. I've never liked the way men have groped me in moments like this. Tama is the complete opposite. Even Kirishima manhandled them a bit too much.

Amid her thoughts, Tamaki removes the other part of her bra and continues his gentle ministrations. It's when he carefully squeezes with both hands that Yuki hums, leaning back on the counter on her hands, eyes closed and bra sliding down her arms.

Her boyfriend doesn't stop touching her, but Tamaki is curious to see her enjoying it so much when he was sure Yuki wasn't very interested in the attention to her chest.

"You make it feel so nice, Tama," she sighs, pelvis pushing against his as her back arches toward him.

"I-It hasn't… before?"

She gazes at him, eyes heavy and bottom lip swollen where she's bit it. "Never. Men are always so rough, but not you," she says with a long moan when Tamaki squeezes a little harder. Yuki is quick to open her eyes and watch his hands touch her. The sight of his large and slender hands squeezing her supple flesh is enough to have her clenching around nothing. "Ah, we need to shower quickly or I'm going to ask you to take me right now," she warns before sitting up and quickly grabbing Tamaki's underwear to pull down his legs. 

A lot happens in a few seconds. Tamaki, completely obsessed that his hands on her chest are enough to get her moaning and aching for more, is surprised when Yuki's cool hand strokes his length. Without thought, his hands squeeze tight around Yuki's breasts hard enough that she practically falls into the sink with the loudest moan he's heard since they started fooling around. But Tamaki moans and gasps with her because as she loses her balance, her grip on him tightens as well. 

"Oh, fuck," Yuki says breathlessly. "Finish undressing me and get us in that shower now, Tama."

He wastes no more time, knowing that if they explore each other any longer, they will never make it to the bed. Somehow Tamaki knew this would happen the minute Yuki asked to join him. He can't resist her and finally seeing her in all her naked glory before she steps into his shower is making it a thousand times harder to resist his carnal needs. But he knows if they speed through their shower, he'll have his moment to love Yuki in the way he's secretly dreamed of since the day she asked if they could take the next step in their relationship.

As tempting as it is to stand naked in front of each other, hands soaping up their most intimate parts, the couple keeps steady minds until both have dried their bodies, with nothing left to do except move to Tamaki's bed.

Yuki's belly flutters about when he crawls over her after grabbing the lube and a condom he bought the night before. Tamaki gazes down at her with so much love and adoration. Yuki almost squeals being on the receiving end of his affection.

She reaches up and runs her thumbs across his crimson colored cheeks. "I want no one but you, Tama," she says. "Did you know that? You're it. You're my endgame. I want you, I want to love you, I want to be with you, and I want to marry you, make a family with you, grow old with you… die with you. You took care of me when our friendship was brand new. You still… you still wanted me when I was left broken and lost." Yuki sniffles to fight back the tears pricking at the back of her eyes. "You love me in ways I never expected to deserve. I don't care what anyone thinks or says… you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me and I wouldn't do anything over again if it at all risks what we have now. I love you so so much, Tama. So much."

Words often get caught in his throat, but Tamaki pours what he can't say right at that moment into the searing and passionate kiss he presses to her lips. Their original intent temporarily forgotten, the couple melt into their kiss, lips and tongues meeting, sometimes timidly and sometimes urgently. It's as if their only needed sustenance is their lips locked together.

Tamaki follows the line of her jaw up to her ear where he nibbles on her earlobe before quietly urging words from his mouth despite the minor ache settling in his lower abdomen.

"I love… love you, too. You've helped me become a-a-a man I can be proud of. You make me feel brave a-and… and loved. I've never felt love like yours." Tamaki takes a shuddering breath and lets his forehead fall on the pillow beside her head. The sweet butterfly kisses Yuki leaves on the side of his head helps him continue admitting all the feelings she brings out of him. "I-I wanted to be close with you… like Eijiro when you needed my help, but I was so scared—I'm still scared—of how you made me feel then… how you make me feel now. I couldn't think up a name for… for our friendship… our relationship." Tamaki forces himself to look at Yuki's beautiful flushed face even though he's dying to run away from admitting his deepest thoughts. "Then you… you called me your s-soulmate. 

"I believe it, too, you know. I think I… I-I always have. There was s-something at the wedding… that made sense on that bench. You called me Tama for the first time… a-and… and I knew I loved you then."

Yuki's bottom lip juts out when silent tears spill from her eyes that Tamaki is quick to kiss and wipe away. "I felt it, too. It was stupid of me to chase after some middle school obsession that… that hurt me in horrible ways in the end. I've only ever wanted to be with you, Tama."

"We're not… going to think of that anymore… o-okay? We're here now. Just us."

Her hands press against his toned chest as she leans up toward his lips. "Will you show me how much you love me, Tamaki?"

The hero nods, returning her kiss. "Show me, too…" he mutters against her lips, one of his hands caressing every curve of her body he can reach until it makes its temporary home at the apex of her thighs. 

Ever since that night Tamaki uses the warmth of his hand to help relax and open her up, also using a single finger to tease and push into her, Yuki loves it. Mina taught him wonderful tricks to make sex as enjoyable as possible for any woman he takes to bed, the current—and hopefully last—being Yuki. She whines out his name pathetically, eager for what's to come.

Knowing that Yuki actually likes it when he gives attention to her chest, Tamaki relishes the moment his mouth attaches to her right breast, tongue and teeth working together, and a wanton moan bursts from Yuki's pink lips. She gets even louder when he gives attention to the other one and slowly pumps the tip of his middle finger into her. But he pushes it in deeper after a few shallow thrusts. Yuki's hips roll against his hand and she lets out cute gasps each time his teeth graze her skin.

Oh, I need him so bad… But instead of using her words, Yuki whines and guides his lips up to hers. All while arching up into him, one of her hands seeking the hardened appendage between them to give it proper attention.

Tamaki inhales sharply against her lips, dragging the finger he had inside her through her folds to her clit hoping to get her off before her perfect grasp around him does so for him. He gets a better idea seconds later, carefully slipping away from Yuki's touch to settle with his lips inches away from her heat.

"Can I?" he asks, warm breath fanning over her.

"Please, yes," Yuki says, eyes locking with her boyfriend's. "Please, Tama."

It's all Tamaki needs before licking a long wet stripe through her folds and enveloping her sensitive clit with his lips. He looks up at her when she grips his hair out of desperation the closer his mouth brings her to her climax.

"Feels so good," she whines, bucking into his face every time he licks or nibbles her clit. "Tama, you're so good."

As embarrassing as it is for him to receive such praise for what he enjoys doing for Yuki, Tamaki notices how her words have him moving his hips against his bed for some sort of friction. It almost makes him feel silly to be affected so badly to hump his own bed. It fuels his need to get Yuki over her threshold before he loses the little control he has to keep from releasing all over his comforter.

Two of his fingers slide into her, making her cry out from pleasure. Yuki loves the feeling of his long fingers moving in and out of her clenching walls while his tongue and lips give her all the right attention where she physically aches to feel relief. And that relief sneaks up on both of them. Yuki's whole body convulses under Tamaki and around his fingers. All his ministrations slow down so he can stare at her arched back, hands grasping at his bed, and her lips parted in a silent moan. No sounds come out until Yuki's body collapses back onto the bed and she breathes heavily, her skin's glow fading after her orgasm. Short moans escort her breathing before she sits up and brings her lips to Tamaki's, putting all of her love, lust, and gratitude into the action.

Tamaki groans softly knowing that everything he tastes, Yuki does, too, their mouths refusing to part until they're desperate for air. Their lips tear apart when Yuki's perfect hand wraps around his cock, still hard between them.

"Y-Yuki," he starts, shuddering when her palm massages circles at the head. "I-I-I won't… won't l-ast."

She pouts as she kisses up his neck to his sharp jawline. "Twice you've made me come with your mouth." Yuki indulges in licking a long stripe up the path she took seconds before with her lips. "I want to do the same for you."

"L-Later, please." Tamaki begs, forcing himself to think of anything unsexy to distract him from the beautiful woman beside him with an amazing grip on his swollen cock and her desire to have it in her mouth. "Can't… more than once."

"Okay, Tama," she coos, releasing him only to turn him to lie on his back. "Another night I'll make you feel good with my mouth." Yuki sits on his hips, legs bent on either side, rubbing herself against his length. "For now, I want you inside me. Do you want that, too?" 

The post-orgasm teasing excites Yuki while she watches her boyfriend contain himself under her. His breathing is erratic and his eyes have been closed since she sat on him, lips parted to release delicious moans into the air.

"Y-Yes," Tamaki says, nodding and stilling her hips with his hands. "You'll feel… feel so good."

Her fingers dig into his abdominal muscles when she grinds down onto him, ignoring his grip intending to stop her. "Fill me up, Tama."

"C-Condom." Tamaki lets go of one of her hips to point toward where he set down the lubricant and condom.

Humming, Yuki gets off Tamaki, reaching out to grab what they need. She doesn't sit on him when she comes back, opting to sit in between his thighs, her legs bent over his hips. It gives her a magnificent view of his cock; so good she can't help pressing her lips to the head, licking the precum off her lips after. 

Tamaki thinks it's one of the most attractive things he's watched her do. The hard limb twitches, catching her eye, so she does it a second time, followed by a kitten lick, and Tamaki groans. "P-Please…"

"Sorry, Tama. Every part of you is so pretty." Yuki opens the condom with her teeth and puts it on for him. The lube goes on next, some running down into the trimmed mass of hair at the base. "I can't get enough of you." Her hand spreads the lubricant along his length, his hips jerking ever so slightly from the attention. "I could touch you like this for hours if you'd let me."

He hums, eyes half lidded when Yuki scoots on her knees to hover over what will soon be inside her. That realization causes his concern as a loving boyfriend to burst from the haze of lust. Tamaki sits up, arms circling her waist, and he gazes up at her.

"If it hurts, stop. If… If your mind starts… taking you to-to that place… tell me. We'll stop."

I don't want to stop. I'll fight it because I want to enjoy being with my boyfriend with nothing to stop us. "Okay, Tama."

"I'm serious." And his tone shows it. "Don't… force yourself to… keep going."

"I won't. I'll be okay." Did he read my mind? It means he'll know if I'm forcing it. Yuki reaches between them—after pushing Tamaki to lie on his back again—and holds him up toward her entrance.

"Yuki."

She looks down at Tamaki's rosied cheeks. "Yeah?"

"I… love you."

Lips turning up and Quirk activating, Yuki lets go of him to give him a proper and loving kiss on his mouth. "I love you, too," she says, the end of her nose nudging his. "Forever." Another kiss. "Ready?"

An awkward chuckle escapes his parted lips. "Shouldn't… I ask you that?"

She giggles and sits back into position, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. "Don’t worry, Tama. I want this."

His hands hold her waist, his thumbs massaging her skin. "O-Okay." Tamaki takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. "R-Ready."

Ever so carefully, Yuki seats herself on Tamaki's cock. At first it wasn't too bad, her attention drawn to the lewd moan Tamaki lets out, but all too quickly she tenses. The ache she had after her assault seems to come back and she freezes, eyes wide and palms pressed against Tamaki's abs to hold herself up. Yuki sees Tamaki below her and knows it's him entering her body, but there's that paranoid part of her brain that wonders if it's really him; that she's not trapped in a horrible memory. 

Tamaki is quick to hold her waist, keeping her steady knowing why she's frozen. It's hard to think straight with his tip barely inside her, the squeezing of her muscles around that little bit leaving Tamaki breathless. But he breaks through the lusty haze enough to help Yuki.

"I-I'm here, f-firefly," he says, fighting off the urge to push further into her. "Just me… Look… Look at m-me like before."

Yuki looks at him, her teeth catching her bottom lip when she whimpers. It'll be good as soon as you're used to the stretch. Keep going. Tamaki won't hurt you like he did. Tamaki wants you to feel good, not just himself. A little tear rolls down her cheek when she tries sinking on him a bit more.

Tamaki tries to stop her once he sees the tear, but pauses when Yuki shakes her head, taking in a deep breath. "Don't hurt yourself… please."

"I'm okay, Tama," she breathes. "I just… need a second."

Nodding, his hands knead the flesh of her waist to soothe her. He'll wait as long as he needs to. She's already taken more of him than he expected, his tip now completely encased in her warmth.

His gentle reassurance that he's there with her—although not a solution—helps to remind her she's safe. Yuki couldn't be any more secure in Tamaki's presence. The triggering pain isn't because Tamaki is purposely hurting her for his pleasure. It's the unfortunate part that sometimes comes with sex. He loves me so much to not want to hurt me.

But she still has a hard time relaxing her muscles, whimpering again when her body refuses to work with her. "Tama," Yuki whines, frustration controlling her tone. "Help."

He nods and quickly gathers up a little lube from what dripped onto him and rubs his fingers around her clit. Slow circles won't send her over the edge too quickly, but it will help ease herself onto him. Tamaki watches in awe as her body reacts to him, her hips rolling toward his fingers. The movement of her hips helps her body take him in better and smoother, her mind more focused on how good his fingers feel.

The sounds they both make, deep in their chests, when Yuki relaxes enough for him to slide the rest of the way in with no resistance would alarm anyone passing by the apartment. And there would be no denying what is going on behind Tamaki's apartment door.

Yuki's body drapes over him as she waits for the stretch of her walls to stop aching. I can't believe we finally got here. And it's not as scary or painful as I thought. Yuki rolls her hips experimentally, her breath catching in her throat feeling the head of his cock press near to her cervix. It's not so much painful as it is strange to feel.

Tamaki, on the other hand, is having a hard time keeping himself from cumming due to Yuki’s warmth and the subtle flutter of her walls that become more pronounced the more she relaxes. One hand pets her head just to keep his mind on something else. Each time she shifts her hips, Tamaki suppresses his moans, each one sounding closer to a hum.

Yuki loves to hear what sounds he makes, so she keeps moving in hopes she'll get him to let loose. With the ache of the intrusion subsiding, Yuki lifts her pelvis up, causing Tamaki to slide out of her some, and brings it back down harder than before. It certainly feels much better than the initial sit down on him, so Yuki moans with mouth open wide and face hiding against Tamaki's chest. 

Tamaki has a much harder time silencing his voice when she does that, feeling her clench so tightly around him. He doesn't want to be loud simply because he's not sure who will hear them nor does he want to sound so needy and desperate for Yuki, but the amazing feeling of his cock sheathed inside her is too good to keep silent.

Sitting back up, Yuki gasps quietly when she sinks further down on him and the head presses in a place she's never reached before. "Aha… Tama," she mutters, hands rubbing up and down his chest and abdomen. "You feel amazing."

He can't help chuckling, sending them both into soft moans from it. "I-I can say the same…" he hisses when Yuki rolls her hips again, "a-about you."

The little airy giggle she lets out that brings a slight glow to her skin makes Tamaki smile warmly at her. He has never felt luckier to have a woman like Yuki in his life. His hands grab her thighs that squeeze his hips every time she moves against him, and caresses her skin.

He's so perfect for me. Yuki quickly leans down to press her lips against his several times, filling the room with the quiet sounds of their lips meeting and parting. I never want to be with another man ever again. Not when he's my forever love. God, I love him so much.

Ever so slowly, Yuki moves to feel him slide in and out of her, rolling her hips in such a way to rub her clit against his pubic bone for more stimulation. The feeling pauses her kisses as she welcomes the tension ever so slowly growing in her abdomen, lips parted and brushing against his.

Her lack of practice in that position tires her out faster than she likes considering it was working to bring her closer to another orgasm. Yuki pouts and stares down at her blissed out boyfriend, his eyelids heavy and chest heaving from his attempts to be quiet.

"What?" he asks breathlessly as he runs his warm hands along her thighs and belly.

"Can you be on top? My stamina isn't very good right now." Yuki sighs and slumps her shoulders some. "I was getting so close, too…"

Tamaki sits up carefully and leaves some quick kisses on her collarbone up to her lips. "It's okay. I… I can switch."

"Thank you, Tama," she says after kissing him. "We'll just have to have sex more often so we won't have to switch like this."

Both of them feel how he twitches inside her. It makes Yuki giggle and Tamaki blush a bright red. He hides his face against her shoulder.

"How cute," Yuki coos, running her hands across his shoulders. His skin is so smooth and warm. "We can do this again in the morning if you want and even tomorrow night. Heck, we can do this every day, Tama."

He whines and grabs her hips before pulling out of her, laying her on her back at the foot of the bed and settling between her legs. Tamaki studies her under him, wishing her hair was free of the elastic holding it up. But he realizes he can change that and swiftly pulls her hair free to let it fan around her head. "You're… so b-beautiful, Yuki."

It's her turn to flush, altering her skin's glow to a pretty rosy pink. "Thank you, Tama." Her voice is so quiet under his loving gaze. "I'm not kidding about doing this every day either." Once again, her hands caress his shoulders, chest, and now his back. "But only if you want to, too."

Tamaki guides himself back into Yuki's heat as carefully as she sat upon him minutes before, sighing with her once he's completely encased in her warm walls. "Y-Yes," he moans lowly, thoughts of them having sex at any given time fills his head. "Whenever you… Whenever you want." He slowly pulls out only to go right back in with a little more force, pulling a gorgeous sound from her lips. Yuki's fingers grip his biceps and the feeling has him repeating the same action with a little more speed. That one makes him moan so loudly that he hides against her neck.

"Be loud, Tama," she whispers, one arm hugging his head to her while he continues to drag his cock in and out of her. "It feels good, yeah?" Yuki gasps when he hits the perfect spot inside her. "Oh, f-fu—Right there."

He hits the same spot again, watching Yuki's face contort in pure ecstasy while quiet curses fall from her mouth. So, he does it again, and she clenches so hard around him he nearly finishes right then. 

"Will… Will this be enough f-for you?" Tamaki asks, not stopping his hips but slowing them for fear of ending everything too fast. "I'm gonna… I can't—“

Yuki lifts her head to kiss Tamaki as she brings her hand between them. "You've been so good to me so many times, Tama." Her breath gets heavy when her fingers massage her clitoris. "Do what you, ah, what you need to do, okay? Don't worry about me."

"Are you sure?" He almost comes to a stop.

"I'm sure. Make yourself feel good using me."

Tamaki stops completely and stares at her seriously. "You're… not something to be-to be used. I feel good when… when you feel good. Don't think of yourself like that."

Yuki's eyes widen as her chest aches from the raw adoration she feels for Tamaki after he speaks so definitively about her value. It brings grateful tears to her eyes.

"I love you so much, Tamaki," she cries before joining their lips in a watery kiss. There's no one perfect for me like this wonderful man is.

Between kisses, Tamaki mutters out how much he loves her and makes it his goal to remind her he's not doing any of this for his own pleasure. It's all because of his deeply rooted love for her. Soon after, Tamaki resumes making love to her—a new gentleness about him. 

With his deep thrusts and Yuki's attention to her clit, she comes undone with a quiet whine, a brighter glow, and a few more tears seeping from her closed eyes.

Tamaki soon follows her, his moan much louder and his body practically shaking as he fills up the condom. But as soon as he has his wits about him, Tamaki showers Yuki's face with butterfly kisses as she weeps under him. Her lips refuse to utter anything except her love for him and it warms his heart to hear Yuki's feelings in such a raw form after an emotional, physical action.

"Don't cry, Yuki…" he says, wiping away her tears. "I love you… forever."

Yuki cries harder, nodding and wrapping her arms around his shoulders to cry into his neck. Her heart could burst from the love settled there. 

He's the beginning of my future and will always be my endgame… Tamaki Amajiki. Love of my life. Soulmate. Mine.

—

Tamaki and Yuki are inseparable the months following. Their friends aren't oblivious to their new and highly active sex life, they're simply amazed by how much closer it's made the couple. It even has Bakugou watching their interactions curiously when Kirishima invites them over for more movie nights.

Yuki puts together a plate with several pizza slices for her to share with Tamaki during the movie of the night. Even the way she arranges the slices is a testament of her love, each slice compiled in such a way for them to eat together with no hassle. The florist smiles to herself.

"Hey, glowstick."

Yuki turns to see Bakugou walking toward her, arms crossed and face neutral. "Looking for more pizza, Bakugou?"

He shakes his head. "You seem really happy." Normally, he doesn't care much about if she's happy or not, but guilt for not pushing her away from Seto that day at the store ate at him for too long for him to not care about her now.

"I am," she says. "I'm spending time with my favorite people."

"No, I mean, you're more like yourself except… brighter."

"Am I glowing too much again?"

He growls under his breath. "That's not what I fucking mean. Tch. Amajiki."

"What about him?"

"He's why you're all shiny and shit."

Yuki looks toward her boyfriend who is getting flustered over Kirishima and Mina teasing him. "I think that's a good observation, Bakugou. He makes me happy."

"Good. I'd hate to kick his ass because he treats you like the last douchebag."

"He would never," she says smiling. "Tama is one of the good ones."

Bakugou watches her gaze at her boyfriend with the most genuine love in her eyes. He's never even seen Deku look at Uraka that way. His lips turn up a little. "I better not find out you two broke up or something. I'll kick both your asses. He's good for you. I think you're good for him, too."

"That means a lot to hear you say that. But don't worry. I don't see us breaking up anytime soon." Yuki tucks some of her hair behind her ear, flashing the little diamond ring on her left hand. Her sly smile actually makes Bakugou chuckle.

"Congrats. You better tell the others soon or it'll be hell if one of them finds out during the movie."

"Don't worry. We’ll tell them soon enough."

"Fucking hell," Bakugou sighs with a roll of his eyes as Yuki meanders back to her seat on Tamaki's lap. PDA is not his thing, but he can't deny that Yuki and Tamaki are pretty cute when they shyly kiss each other before someone notices.

"Bakugou knows," Yuki whispers to Tamaki, holding a piece of pizza to his lips for him to take a bite. She takes her bite after. 

He blinks. "Really?"

"Yup. He was worried we'd break up in the future, so I reassured him that will not happen."

"Do you… want to tell them?"

"Later," she says, kissing his lips before feeding him another bite of pizza. "I kinda like the idea of them finding out on their own. Or us saying something only an engaged couple would say and they catch on."

Tamaki smiles at her. "You're cute."

"No, you're way cuter," she counters, munching on another bite of pizza. "Well, handsome and adorable and sexy and—“

"Stop," he whines, hiding the lower half of his face under the collar of his shirt.

A giggle. "Okay, Tama. Ooh! Maybe I should start calling you 'hubby' to get some practice in."

"Oh… I don't know if I can handle that… right now."

"All the more reason to use it, hubby."

Right as Bakugou complains they need to start the movie so he can go to bed on time, Mina suddenly screams, scaring the entire room.

"What the hell, pinky?" Bakugou scowls. "We're inside."

"What is that?!" Mina asks.

Kirishima looks around. "What is what?"

"That!"

Yuki and Tamaki freeze just as every set of eyes follow Mina's pointed finger to the sparkling ring on Yuki's hand.

"Is that… a ring?!"

Yuki glances down at her hand resting on Tamaki's leg and indeed sees the ring she's been obsessed over since Tamaki gave it to her. "Um, yeah. It's a ring."

Now Kirishima's interest is piqued. "Is it an engagement ring by chance?"

"Possibly."

Mina suddenly grabs Yuki's hand, Tamaki having to save the pizza from toppling onto the floor, and coos over it. "Is it purple?!"

Yuki feels her Quirk activate. "Yeah… The color of my eyes."

"Oh,my God! That's the cutest thing I've ever seen! You're really getting married?!"

"Yeah, we are," Yuki says, smiling up at her fiancé.

The pink hero squeals and practically shouts out her excitement for the wedding.

"How did you ask, Tamaki?" Kirishima asks once Mina settles down.

The couple blush profusely from his question. 

"Oh, um… well…"

To tell their friends Tamaki proposed after an experimental night in bed—influenced by the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding they watched earlier the day he asked—might be a little too much to share. So, Yuki tries to word it in such a way that doesn't quite hint at how it happened.

"So, you fucked each other, and he asked," Bakugou smirks. "Didn't think Amajiki had it in him."

Tamaki feels like dying is a better alternative to that moment with how hot his head feels. And Yuki's failed attempts to deter the conversation from the details of their sex life is not helping.

"I think it's sweet," Mina says. "To be cuddling after sharing so much passion and Amajiki couldn't fight back the urge to ask her to be his forever anymore. He asked, she said yes, and they couldn't stop themselves from round two."

Did she… spy on us? "More like round three."

Tamaki groans. Bakugou grumbles about going to bed. Kirishima nods in approval. Mina claps her hands joyfully.

"Are those tips I gave you working well then, Amajiki?"

"What?" Kirishima says. "You gave Tamaki tips?"

"Yeah. It was years ago. I was helping the guy out and if I recall anything from that night, Yuki's getting fully satisfied. Especially if he's using what I taught him."

"Tamaki is great," Yuki assures, patting his arm and smiling sweetly at him. "I'm very excited to start a new life with him."

Mina sighs adoringly. "When's the wedding?"

At that point, Bakugou mumbles curses and goes upstairs to crash in Kirishima's spare room. There's no hope for a movie anymore.

"Um, next autumn, I think." Yuki looks to Tamaki for confirmation. "It'll give us a year to get things sorted out with my shop and where we plan on living."

Kirishima smiles. "Are you gonna move the shop to a new building?"

"Yeah. Tama helped me find a building for sale halfway between the current location and his apartment. It needs some work to fit my needs, but it's big enough to give me the opportunity to teach aspiring florists." Yuki kisses Tamaki's red cheek and gazes at him with a smile. "I have the best future husband I could ask for."

"You're so cute!" Mina squeals. "If you need help with anything, please let me know. Wedding stuff, shop stuff, moving… anything."

"Same for me. I'm thrilled for you guys," Kirishima says.

The couple look back at each other with their lips turned up. Tamaki places his hand over her ringed one and slides his fingers between hers while Yuki's glow brightens.

Yuki sighs contentedly. "So are we." So are we…

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Daddy's fav // Dad!Ethan x Reader Fluff Fic

prompts: Ethan helping his kid to bake a pizza for you + the ask I got about Ethan making his kid repeat affirmative words to herself in front of a mirror.

warnings: none

At first Ethan thought that what made him wake up was the dryness in his throat due to the heater. But when he felt thin, icy fingers touching his arm under the covers, his heart softened, forgetting what the weather was doing to him. His baby just wanted his attention.

“Are you feelin’ cold, little one?” His voice scratched and he doubted she understood him.

Alice was trying disastrously to steal a piece of cloth to herself.

Ethan lifted the cover, allowing her to nestle into him. Then, his arms squeezed her, pulling some purrs out of his girl. Without a doubt the best feeling he could ever feel, even more knowing that when he was on the road he couldn't have that. Soon it would be happening again and he would be missing every minute of it.

“Mommy told me that I could stay ‘ere 'til you wake up,” she murmured, snuggling into his warm even more.

“How long ago was that?” He asked. Usually, he would wake up before you, go out on the balcony, get a good look at the view and wait until you join him to smoke. You would hug him from behind and that would last until Alice wake up looking after you. That was a brief summary of his lockdown, he was having a good time with it.

“Not sure. Maybe 20 minutes or somethin'? Mommy’s workin’.”

Ethan looked at the bedside clock, smiling to himself after reading once again the post-it note that you had left there a week ago written 'love you, babe xx', and as expected, he had slept more than his new usual routine one more time.

“‘Kay,” he said, still processing it. “Are you well? why did you get up so early?”

“I’m fine. It was just a bad dream that made me wet bed,” Ethan thought of a joke about it, but feeling her body shudder as she spoke, he gave up. “Then I waited ‘til one of you woke up to help me.”

“That’s all right, little one. Nothing to be ashamed of.” He ruffled her hair, placing a kiss on her head, “Did ya have breakfast?”

She bobbed, “Mommy’s cooked fried eggs and mushrooms to me.” Alice rubbed her belly with a happy face.

“Oh gosh,” he stood up, wrapping Alice like a burrito filling between the covers. “How could I miss it?” His hand was brought up to his chest in a dramatic act.

“No need to complain. She saved a bit for you ‘cause she loves you." She said simply, eyes far away as if reliving the breakfast scenario she had minutes ago in her head. "I think it was kind of automatic, but I saw her keeping some in a bowl on the microwave.”

Ethan laughed at her words choices, making her smile spread because she knew he liked how she described feelings.

“Huh, I love her too, pumpkin. Did she eat?” He asked, knowing fully well that you barely eat when it was too early. Mentally, he noted himself that he needed to give you some snack before lunch.

“No,” She looked at him thoughtfully as he tried to make the bed with her slipping to the corner. “Can we cook lunch for mommy? Like somethin’ nice?”

She raised her arms for Ethan to catch her. In which he gladly did, stretching the piece of sheet she was lying on a minute ago.

“Sounds good. What do you have in mind?” He asked, wondering if inside her little mind ‘love’ meant cooking for someone you care about.

———

You had a pout on your lips and a bad posture attributing to your home office journey. Your concentration prevented you from paying attention to anything external that didn’t involve your work. It wasn't even halfway through the day and you were already feeling so tired.

So, in the seconds Ethan went through the door and placed a bowl of fruits near your desk top, he had gone unnoticeable. Something that was only possible thanks to your headphones, otherwise you would have recognized Ethan’s steps around the house. Ethan became noticeable to you when he rested his hand on your shoulder, placing a kiss on your temple. You hadn't been scared but you felt your blood run cold when you heard a ton of ‘awn’ over the meeting. The look on his face said he knew what he had done, even if he didn't intent to. Crooked teeth and an adorable shy smile with a light head toss on full display just for you, and a few other people on the call.

“I’m sorry, babe. I forgot those things are meant to be live.” He spoke as soon as he saw you turning off your camera and microphone. You laughed at his cuteness.

It was still possible to hear a little rant about how nice Ethan was when you were removing your headphones, you were secretly loving it. Ethan had definitely heard that too. Your whole face was a hot mess at that.

“That’s okay,” you snorted, opening and closing your hands like babies do when they want to grab something. “That was a great way to say good mornin’." You mumbled as he approached you again, allowing you to hug his waist.

“Good ‘cause I just stopped by to wish you a good day.” He brushed your hair off your face, patting your back in a tight grip.

He sealed his lips with yours and before his mind could take him to other fields you stopped him, “Alice's peeking through the door.”

"Oh, I could have thought of that. I told her to stay away from the office so as not to disturb you." He clarified. "I told her that in a nice way, of course.” He explained. You could perfectly imagine him saying this to her and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I‘ll leave so I’m not the one disturbing you, babe.”

You grunted, knowing that it was necessary even if it wasn't what you wanted, “Ethan,” you called for his attention, as if you didn’t have it already, before he was away from your body. “Thanks for this!” You touched the jar with your fingertips, just to let him know you liked it. A simple gesture that he always did and you'd always find quiet adorable.

He didn't say anything else, just blinked an eye on his way to the door. Alice's laughter filled the broker right after, Ethan had probably caught her on her way out, ticking her until she said she was sorry. You wanted to go there and watch the scene, but for now you’d be working.

———

“Daddy, is that enough?” Alice asked, her cheeks full of flour as she deposited more on the table.

Ethan reserved the pot with sauce, walking over to Alice; who seemed to be delighted with the idea that she was making her own pizza.

“That’s too much, pumpkin. No more flour for you,” he pulled out the bag out of her hands, making sure she didn't fall off the bench she was on - failing on trying to reach dad's height. “The dough looks nice. You did a great job!”

“Does that mean we can open it?” She asked, wearing her best smile to convince him that she cloud do this.

Ethan took one last look at the dough. He had prepared it last night with you, between kisses and sips of wine, it had potential. His girl would probably destroy it, but he couldn’t resist her.

“Here,” he said, handing her the rolling pin so she could do that, and also standing by her side to supervise what her little hands were capable of. With his help it could be a minor disaster. “You need to pour a lil’ bit flour and carefully roll it up, like that.” Using the - amount - remnants of flour she had left on the table, he waited for her to hold the roll so he could put his hands over hers.

The end result was a crooked pizza shape, it was definitely not round and much less oval. He even tried to fix it, but as Alice was proud of her final result, he decided not to touch it anymore. He spread the sauce over the dough while Alice placed the tomatoes he had chopped up around the pizza. He was proud of her too.

“Can we put that green thing mommy likes?”

“Basil? You don’t like it Alice,”

“I do not, but mommy does!” She put her hands on her hips, frowning at him. Cute, even though Ethan knew it was a scolding. “We can make half mommy and half Alice. And you can choose the one you prefer!”

He laughed, trying not to burst at her sweetness, “Sure we can, smart one.”

———

“Dad, you like my hair?” Her apprehensive voice echoed through the room.

"Why the question?" He frowned, watching her as her fingers ran through the length of his braid. Her eyes weren't sad, but still worrying, and they avoided looking him in the eye even through the mirror. “I like your hair, it's a good mix of me and your mum.” He affirmed, resting his chin on her shoulder. Her arms hugged her torso, she looked gloomy, and as wrong as it seemed, watching her standing on a bench in front of the mirror was the cutest thing in the world to him.

“I wish it looks like yours.” Her eyes filled with water, breaking his heart.

Sensing that she would turn to him, seeing as whenever she cried, she snuggled into his chest, he held her in place as he lifted her chin a bit against her will. “Hey, you’re pretty as fuck.” He whispered, making Alice's eyes widen.

“Still —“ He shook his head, before her momentary negativity could answer for her.

“I won't let you say anything negative about yourself, pumpkin.” Ethan hugged her waist, studying her face in the mirror. “You don’t think you’re pretty?”

Alice remained silent, glancing at him only for a moment. The answer never came.

“Okay, look at me,” he said, waiting for her to do as he asked. “You are beautiful, like the most beautiful girl in the world, your hair is beautiful, just like all your looks, I love hearing your voice, seeing your eyes shining, your freckles and so many other things about you.” Ethan said it all at once, pouring his heart out. Alice, embarrassed but feeling a bit better, had her lips between her teeth to hide a smile and her eyes were devoid of any trace of tears after her dad's words. Ethan felt good in his role as her father, he would never let his girl think less of herself. “Go, now say that out loud.”

“What?” She tensed in his arms, looking at him dubiously.

“Yep, exactly what I said. Repeat after me, huh?” She agreed. “I’m beautiful.” He said in his steady voice, with a smile on his face to encourage her.

Alice took a deep breath, looked at him, dropped her arms to her sides, closed her eyes and repeated it out loud.

“Perfect, see?” Ethan assured her, nodding his head excessively, making her let out a hearty laugh. “Now with your eyes open, I’m a amazing girl.”

She kept herself cheerful, radiant before his eyes, “I’m a amazing girl.”

“I am powerful, capable and smart.”

“I am powerful, capable and smart.” She said even louder this time, warming Ethan's chest.

“I’m very proud of you, girl!” Ethan exclaimed, noticing you smiling beside the door. You shook your head as if asking not to mention you were there, he knew you wanted to make it their own moment, even if you always said the same thing to her every morning before she got up.

“Can I have braids too?” She asked, taking his attention away from you. She already had a scrunchies on hand and his cell phone for him if he needed it. Ethan could already imagine you holding back a laugh.

Ethan certainly didn't know what he was doing. Alice was trying to help him, with all the excitement she had in her now, but that was just getting in the way; he was being patient. Like he’d always be for her. The way he arched his brow, with a small pout on his lips as he struggled to understand a braid tutorial on YouTube was the cutest thing ever and all you needed after hours of work. He would do his own without any kind of difficulty, yet doing it on someone else wasn't his greatest talent.

“Here, let me finish this for you, babe.” you patted his arm.

Alice's face lit up in a huge smile, making your belly do somersaults. On the other hand, Ethan was relieved, she would have a perfect braid. In a deep breath, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You won’t believe what me and daddy did for you?”

You knew what it was. After all, you had made the initial steps with Ethan the night before. It was already Ethan's plan to put her to cook since you went to the market last week to buy ingredients that you wouldn't normally have at home; apparently making pizza, even more considering that Ethan almost never stayed home for longer, before the lockdown wasn’t your cup of tea.

“I can't imagine what it is, pumpkin. I just know it smells like heaven.” you commented, pinning her braid that you had done in about three minutes.

Ethan snorted in disbelief. “How can ya do that?”

You laughed as Alice wrapped her arms around your neck, giggling at Ethan's reaction with you. “Thanks daddy, but mommy’s the best.”

———

“Don't ler her spy!” Alice exclaimed. Ethan's hands was covering her eyes as you entered the main room. At every step, your belly felt happier.

You didn't expect much. Alice was stubborn and Ethan didn't fail to fulfill her wishes. Still, it warmed your heart, you couldn't wait to see the result of it; you’ve been thinking about it all day.

Free from Ethan's hands, you showed Alice your best expression of surprise, “Oh god, did you make pizza?”

“Yeah, for you.” She said beaming; big brown eyes and soft spots on her cheeks that were similar to Ethan's.

“You did it by yourself?”

“Dad helped,” she quickly replied.

“But the whole idea was hers. All credit goes to her.” Ethan added, sitting on the floor while bringing Alice with him.

“That’s awesome! Do you want to cut it to pieces and have the first slice, pumpkin?”

She nodded, hesitating to take the pizza cutter from your hand.

Putting the pizza on the coffee table, next to her and Ethan, you held the shape for her, guiding her through words so she could succeed.

Carefully, she did it, picking up a crooked and sloppy slice in her hands. “The first one is for you, and the second for you.” She gave Ethan another messy piece.

It tasted surprisingly good, and by the look on Ethan’s face you knew he was thinking the same thing.

“This is freakin’ good, pumpkin!” He praised, sharing his slice with her; that by the expressions she had on her face, similar to what her dad did minutes ago, made you sure she had liked it too.

“I loved it, thanks, pumpkin,” you smiled, watching her snuggle up to Ethan’s chest as he tried to prevent her from making a mess. “Next time, I’ll be your helper.”

“Aye, can we make cookies for daddy? With lots of drops of chocolate? Just like dad loves, huh?”

Her cheek was resting slightly on Ethan's chest, her voice still radiated happiness but in a more subdued way; her busy day was starting to take effect. Ethan started rubbing her back, kissing her hairline so softly that it would be a matter of minutes until she fell asleep on his arms.

Ethan's body vibrated in a soft laughter and you didn't know if it was because she was asleep in his arms or because of what she had said about him.

“We're going to bake the best cookies for Dad.” You whispered, leaning your head against Ethan’s shoulder. His hair brushed across your face, making nice tickles that made you want to move closer to him. Her eyes slowly closed as her fingers tightened on Ethan's shirt, the last thing she could do before falling asleep was let out a cute sigh while snuggling up in a better position against dad's chest.

You took Ethan's hand in yours, getting some of his warm to yourself. Then, he brought it to his lips, placing several kisses there. He smelled fresh. You kissed his cheek, enjoying the silence while admiring his shaved beard and curls on his nape and his so well-designed lips and soft spots and eyes, “I promised I'd read to her tonight,”

“Well, I don't think it will be necessary,” he replied while you yawned in your hands. “Do you want me to read you to sleep, babe?”

“Not really,” you wrinkled your nose, nuzzling into his side. “Although sleeping listening to your voice is never a bad thing.”

He laughed, “I’ll put her in bed. Then I’ll came back and pick you up, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, kissing Alice's head, helping Ethan to wipe her mouth and hands. “I love you, pumpkin. I wish you all the sweet dreams.”

You lay down on the rug, watching him get up with her clinging to his chest like a doll as he was being careful not to hit her around the house.

“Ethan,” he turned to you, with his tired eyes while nodding sweetly. Then, he smiled showing you his crooked, perfect teeth. “I love you.”

“Oh, I fuckin’ love you too, babe.”

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Xiao: Who are you ? (part 1) (v.EN)

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I want a sweet Xiao <3 and then when you have Matsuoka Yoshitsugu as a seiyuu, how can you not love him?! (even if it will surely be complicated for him to understand the emotions that go through him!).

Zhongli being written.

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Part 2

Who are you?

The last Yaksha guardian was collapsed on the ground, wounded, exhausted. His last battle with the darkness had lasted most of the night, further weighing down the karma of the young man with dark hair dotted with emerald strands. The voices of those he had killed fogged his mind, causing excruciating pain to his soul and body. Lying on his stomach unable to open his eyes, his hand struggled to find his winged jade spear that had fallen to the ground with him. A groan of pain scraped his throat at the movement.

The young man flinched briefly as he heard footsteps approaching him quickly, feeling hands grasp his shoulders to carefully turn him around.

He tried again to open his eyes, his vision was blurred and foggy. He could not distinguish the features of the human who had seized him, feeling only his hand gently caressing his hair in an attempt to soothe him. The voice he heard calling him with concern sounded like a woman's, soft and warm.

A soothing light enveloped the young woman, the boy did not understand what was happening because in the second that followed, his body lightened, his pain evaporated, was he dreaming?

Although his vision was still blurred, he nevertheless managed to distinguish a little better the contours of the young woman with long hair (color).

"Who are you? "

His voice was marked by fatigue. He managed to distinguish a thin smile on the face of his rescuer. He repeated more weakly:

"Who are you...? "

His eyes sank, the ethereal form of the young woman reminding him of distant memories, a sudden warmth burst in his heart. Tears beaded in the corners of his eyes.

"Gui...zhong? "

The landscape around him darkened, leading him straight into a soft torpor.

Xiao woke up with a start. Where was he? The Wangshu Inn? Yes, he recognized his quarters, but how did he get there? He still remembered his fight against the horde of monsters he had defeated. He raised his right hand to his face, examining it more closely.

He had no more wounds, no more pain, which brought him back to the young woman he thought he had seen. Had he hallucinated? Had she really healed him? Everything seemed to be a blur. He got up from the bed without difficulty, heading directly to the balcony which was on the top floor of the inn. He looked around, hoping to find the woman who had helped him. The sun was beginning to set, so he had spent the day resting here. It was unusual for him, not being human he didn't have the same needs as them, sleeping, eating, living with others, all that seemed ridiculous. He was almost angry at himself for staying unconscious for so long, hitting one of the wooden columns on the balcony.

Xiao turned around, heading towards the stairs, quickly walking down the steps to Wangshu's innkeeper, Verr Goldet.

"Verr. "

The young woman turned her attention to Xiao.

"Good evening lord Xiao, have you recovered from your last fight? "

"Did you see who brought me here?"

Verr didn't take offense to his curt tone, simply shaking her head to indicate that she hadn't.

Xiao clicked his tongue, annoyed. He needed to know who this mysterious woman was who had taken care of him. The memory of the warmth that emanated from her gripped his heart again, drawing his steps back towards the exit of the inn.

He suddenly bumped into a young man with blond hair, accompanied by his annoying little creature.

"Xiao?"

Aether looked at Xiao with big round eyes, he was not used to seeing him with such an expression. He was confused, frustrated and angry, these were all emotions that were running through the yaksha since he woke up.

"Xiao is not in a good mood"- Paimon twirled around him- "You should come eat something with us, nothing beats a good meal for..."

"I don't need that! "

Paimon gasped, hiding behind Aether. Xiao tried to calm himself by inhaling a deep breath of air, passing by the traveler without saying a word.

"Wait Xiao! Where are you going? "

Aether stopped him, grabbing his arm loosely so as not to rush him further. Xiao immediately gave a sharp blow on his arm to disengage himself, he regretted his abrupt words, he hated it. Before he met Aether, he never had to worry about others or how to behave with them, he was alone and he was fine with that. It was all too... human for him. Slowly he turned his gaze to the traveler.

"Aether I... am sorry. "

"Xia...! "

Without saying another word, Xiao disappeared in a draft.

When you landed in Liyue from your native land, Sumeru, a few months ago, a terrifying battle took place at the city's port. An ancient God who had once been sealed by the rock lord had broken free from his prison, attempting to destroy the port of Liyue in the process, but fortunately he was quickly stopped.

Since these events, you had started to travel in the lands of the geo archon, studying the local fauna and flora. Flowers had always fascinated you, their shapes, their smells, their meanings or their benefits, you studied absolutely everything, noting and drawing in a notebook everything you saw.

In Sumeru, you joined the prestigious magic academy to perfect your Guizhong, that was the last thing he said to you. Who was he? It seemed to you that you had already read this name in one of the books you had borrowed from the academy. You couldn't ask him, tiredness taking him away from you. You knew that not far away there was an inn, it was going to be difficult but you had to take him there so that he could rest. When you picked him up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders for support, his spear on the ground disappeared by itself. You had adjusted your grip before you began your walk.

After several minutes of recalling these events, you noticed that you had finally arrived at the high cliffs of Huaguang. Taking your courage in both hands, you prepared yourself mentally to climb the cliff. Up there was a flower that you wanted to study, the Qingxin flower. They grew exclusively on the highest stone peaks, avoiding heat and humidity, a lonely and hard to reach flower.

"It's okay! "

You rolled up your sleeves, putting your feet and hands where they could grip, slowly you began your ascent.

Night had fallen on the Liyue plains, and it was at the top of Qingyun Peak that the Yaksha had taken refuge, watching the stars brighter than ever. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, the memory of the young woman haunted him. The pain in his chest made him clench his fists, he had never felt like this, he didn't even know what name to put on these feelings.

Xiao was a thousand year old follower, human feelings didn't concern him, so why? Why such pain at the mere thought of a... stranger? But was she really a stranger? This woman had reminded him of an old friend, Guizhong, who died during the Archon war. Could she have come back in an ethereal form? Or maybe it was a new trick the demons had found to torture him a little more.

In the distance, Xiao saw a faint jade-colored light coming from the Huaguang stone forest. He widened his eyes, remembering that glow that had saved his life. His heart began to beat furiously in his chest.

"This is... impossible... I found you. "

His voice trembled at the sight of the sweet emanation. It warmed him, soothed him, the voices that constantly hammered him fell silent and his usually aching body was now light. At last he understood his obsession with you, when you had treated him earlier this morning, a bond had been established between you, a bond as strong as the one that bound him to Morax for whom he had the greatest respect and devotion.

Xiao stood up, looking in the direction you were facing. He disappeared into the wind.art and deepen your knowledge. More than once your teachers told you that your manipulation of your dendro vision was exceptional, some city-states were already looking to recruit you as a researcher or healer, but you always refused, preferring to remain free of your movements. Once you had finished your studies, you quickly decided to leave your homeland, wanting to learn more from your neighbors. Your steps finally led you to Liyue.

You had left early that morning, heading towards the Huaguang stone forest from the Dihua swamp. On the way, you passed a badly wounded young man with emerald tattoos on him. His face, despite the wounds, was beautiful and when he opened his eyes, the amber color immediately fascinated you.

You couldn't leave him like that, wounded and bruised, using your Dendro vision to heal him. When you used it, it projected a jade aura on you and a flowery area grew around you, releasing energy that allowed you to heal even the deepest wounds.

He had tried several times to ask you to identify yourself, which you did, but his apparent fatigue had closed off his senses.

Guizhong, that was the last thing he said to you. Who was he? It seemed to you that you had already read this name in one of the books you had borrowed from the academy. You couldn't ask him, tiredness taking him away from you. You knew that not far away there was an inn, it was going to be difficult but you had to take him there so that he could rest. When you picked him up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders for support, his spear on the ground disappeared by itself. You had adjusted your grip before you began your walk.

After several minutes of recalling these events, you noticed that you had finally arrived at the high cliffs of Huaguang. Taking your courage in both hands, you prepared yourself mentally to climb the cliff. Up there was a flower that you wanted to study, the Qingxin flower. They grew exclusively on the highest stone peaks, avoiding heat and humidity, a lonely and hard to reach flower.

"It's okay! "

You rolled up your sleeves, putting your feet and hands where they could grip, slowly you began your ascent.

Night had fallen on the Liyue plains, and it was at the top of Qingyun Peak that the Yaksha had taken refuge, watching the stars brighter than ever. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, the memory of the young woman haunted him. The pain in his chest made him clench his fists, he had never felt like this, he didn't even know what name to put on these feelings.

Xiao was a thousand year old follower, human feelings didn't concern him, so why? Why such pain at the mere thought of a... stranger? But was she really a stranger? This woman had reminded him of an old friend, Guizhong, who died during the Archon war. Could she have come back in an ethereal form? Or maybe it was a new trick the demons had found to torture him a little more.

In the distance, Xiao saw a faint jade-colored light coming from the Huaguang stone forest. He widened his eyes, remembering that glow that had saved his life. His heart began to beat furiously in his chest.

"This is... impossible... I found you. "

His voice trembled at the sight of the sweet emanation. It warmed him, soothed him, the voices that constantly hammered him fell silent and his usually aching body was now light. At last he understood his obsession with you, when you had treated him earlier this morning, a bond had been established between you, a bond as strong as the one that bound him to Morax for whom he had the greatest respect and devotion.

Xiao stood up, looking in the direction you were facing. He disappeared into the wind.

You had finally reached the top of the cliff, immediately spotting two-three Qingxin flowers. You immediately knelt down beside one of them, taking out your notebook and pencil. You began to draw this beautiful flower from every angle, noting here and there the characteristics you could observe. Satisfied with everything you could see, you finally turned to the landscape plunged in the darkness of the night. Liyue's sky was dotted with stars that shone brightly. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the cliff top, your gaze turned back to the flowers of Qingxin, suddenly reminding you of the young man you had rescued. When you looked into his eyes, his eyes seemed so sad, so lonely. The pain that seemed to be emanating from him had struck you at the highest point.

You turned your attention back to the stars. Your mind was obsessed with this boy and it was with him in mind that you began to sing an ancient poem by Sumeru. The words, although sung in your native language, were undoubtedly sad and melancholic. Your hands were placed in front of you, palms up, eyes closed, activating your dendro vision. A jade-green circle encircled the entire surface of the cliff, particles of light streaming from the ground. Gradually, luminescent blue flowers began to grow around you, following the rhythm of your song.

It was a violent draught that cut you off, opening your eyes in surprise. You gasped as you saw the young man with the amber eyes standing before you.

He was out of breath, stiff as a board, his eyes never leaving yours. Something in him seemed different from this morning, in his eyes you could see... peace?

He cautiously approached you, kneeling down in front of you to get to your level. He took one of your hands in his, squeezing it gently. The particles you had created swirled around you, lighting up the scene. Your heart was pounding now that he was in front of you, you found him even more attractive under the moonlight. His eyes shone with an incredible brilliance, his tattoos also glowed with a soft emerald glow.

Your voice, your appearance, everything seemed sweet to him, no wonder he confused you with Guizhong, you looked like him in some ways.

His lips trembled slightly as he continued to examine your face, a question seemed to cross his lips.

His free hand went up to your face, tucking one of your locks behind your ear.

"Who are you? "His tone was more brutal than he had intended it to be.

Your eyes widened at the question. Of course you couldn't introduce yourself or learn who he was, his name, what he did. You wanted to know everything about this man who had marked your heart.

Seeing that you didn't answer, he asked again in a soft whisper, making you blush.

"Who are you? "

"(y/n)..."

And for the first time since you met, a smile stretched his lips, a silence accompanying your answer. His smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, his hand dropped yours.

"Xiao. "

You looked at him intensely, your face completely red as he straightened his legs.

"As long as you're in Liyue, I'll protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

You slowly nodded, fascinated by this man who was decidedly not human. He watched you for a few more seconds, his eyes entranced by your presence before disappearing as he had appeared...

"Xiao..."

[tarnishedxknight]

Carter wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing that something always seemed to happen at the compound while she was at work. Whether it be an accident during training, something going haywire during a mission, her father burning a hole in his desk because he decided to overload a surge protector...

It was never boring, though there were times she wished it was.

But when she got back and saw Ashelia looking well and truly delighted... she was relieved something had happened for once. Because, whatever it was, it was clear it was something good, and it was well worth seeing the former princess as happy as she was. Though, truthfully... she was pretty certain anything would be worth it if it meant seeing Ashelia practically glowing as much as she was.

"Ashe!" Carter smiled up at her - her brow furrowed as she tilted her head slightly. "What- what did I- I miss?"

It was all Ashelia could do not to wear a groove into the floor with the way she'd been pacing up and down the hallway. Her hands fidgeted, her face hurt from grinning, and she was almost jittery with excited anticipation. No longer was she the only one left in the world who remembered Ivalice or Dalmasca. No longer was she alone with her past, inasmuch as anyone remembered or understood anything she recalled or referred to. Some of her grief had been instantly healed the moment she'd heard... that her dearest friend Basch had been found!

Like her, he had been resistant to being taken anywhere to anyone touching him. And, like her, he had been quite upset, disoriented, and confused as to where he was and what had happened. The moment he mentioned his name, however, and Ivalice, SHIELD had contacted the Avengers, for they realized they'd found yet another survivor of whatever event had caused Ashelia herself to be preserved.

Rather than go through the long, drawn out questioning and evaluation process Ashelia had gone through, they decided it was best simply to reunite the two Ivalicians for now, and to worry about much of the formality and evaluation until later. After a medical evaluation and some treatment for dehydration, malnutrition, and minor wounds, all of which Ashelia actually supposed may be due to his imprisonment at Nalbina still, Basch would be permitted to have visitors.

Ashelia couldn't be more elated at the news. To have someone from her own time be found was an incredible relief, and of all those who might have been brought here with her, Basch had been the one she would have hoped and prayed for the most. She hadn't believed it to be possible, but... here she was, waiting for word that she could go see him.

While she waited, barely able to contain herself, Ashelia saw Carter returning from work. Grinning and practically bouncing on her heels, she bit her bottom lip as Carter asked what she'd missed. "Oh, my dear Carter, something truly wonderful has happened!" Ashe blurted out, wrapping her arms around Carter and hugging her before pulling back and glowing with excitement. "Basch has been found!" she announced with a happy giggle.

"They've brought him here, he is in the medical bay. The sages are attending to him now, for he is in somewhat poor health. He was so when I was strangely frozen in time, from his imprisonment, if you remember I told you, but after they've helped him, I shall be permitted to see him! You will come with me, won't you? Oh, please do, I would love for you to meet him!" she asked before realizing she might be putting her on the spot. "If you wish to, that is. There will be other chances, I'm sure, if you are tired from your shift. He will be staying here at the compound as well, from what I hear."