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wawawawa i saw ur fic reqs were open………….. could you do a sickfic of kanade and mafuyu from project sekai?

more in depth character info can be found by searching “kanade yoisaki” or “mafuyu asahina” but here’s some basics:

kanade is a composer for a music group that mafuyu is in

mafuyu lives with kanade. it’s just them in the house

kanade is very much a workaholic, and would probably be resistent to being cared for while sick (especially if it means she can’t make music)

mafuyu cares a lot about kanade, but her expressions don’t show much on her face

mafuyu’s well versed in medical knowledge and will take care of kanade no matter what

mafuyu is the lyricist for the music group

no pressure of course!!! take your time if you want to take my request

(A/N: I hope I did a decent job! Had to do some digging since I've never heard of Project Sekai before, so I apologize if anything is out of character!) As she slowly opened her weary eyes, Kanade felt the familiar weight of illness settle upon her. Her body ached, her head throbbed, and she could hardly find the motivation to even lift her head from the pillow. She'd spent another long, brutal, and hyperfocused night composing. She really knows that with her poor and immunocompromised state with the lack of sleep and proper nutrition, she should have gotten some rest the second she felt the malaise seep deep down. However, songs needed to be composed, and work needed to be done. Honami was too busy helping someone else to aid her this time, and Kanade grumbled to a sitting point. She had to save herself. "Hm." Mafuyu, however, appeared to have other plans. Mafuyu sat quietly by her bedside, with a stoic expression as she observed Kanade's condition. Despite the lack of emotion on her face, Mafuyu was deeply concerned for her friend and roommate. She knew how much Kanade dedicated herself to her music, often neglecting her own health in the process. Mafuyu had always been silently impressed by Kanade's drive and determination, but she was certainly viewing its downsides at this moment. As she gently placed her hand on Kanade's forehead, she could feel the fever that had set in overnight. "You've got a fever," Mafuyu spoke. "You've been working too hard again." "...There's really no such thing as working too hard." Kanade's voice came out weak from her scratchy throat. "There is. Now, Honami stopped by and cooked us some oats. You're going to eat them, they're good for your throat." Kanade tried to muster up a weak smile as she met Mafuyu's gaze, but even that small gesture felt like an effort in her weakened state. "I'm fine," she insisted weakly, even as her body betrayed her with a fit of coughing. Mafuyu furrowed her brow, unconvinced by Kanade's reassurances. "You're not fine," she replied firmly, her voice betraying a hint of annoyance- Annoyance that was only masking compassion. "You're sick, and you need to rest and eat." Kanade huffed in frustration, her determination to work warring with her knowledge that Mafuyu was right. "But I have so much work to do," she mumbled stubbornly, attempting to push herself upright in bed, only to be gently pushed back down by Mafuyu's stern hold. "And you'll do it poorly If you do it sick. C'mon. Oats."

HEADCANNON/SHORT FIC REQUESTS OPEN!

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴘʀᴏꜱʜɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱʜɪᴘ? ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏʀʙᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ? ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ.. ᴍʏ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴅᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ.

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ: ᴀɴʏ!!! ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ!

ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ: -ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. -ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ/ꜰᴇᴛɪꜱʜ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. -ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟ-ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴋᴀ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. -ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ. ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅꜱ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ 'ʟᴏᴏᴘʜᴏʟᴇ' ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴄꜱ/ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜰɪᴄꜱ: -ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ -ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ -ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ ʜᴄꜱ, "ʜᴇʏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ x ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪꜰ ʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴢ" / ᴀᴜ ʜᴄꜱ -ᴀɢᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄɢʟʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ -ꜱɪᴄᴋꜰɪᴄꜱ -ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ -"ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ x ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ (ᴢ)"

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ: ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ ʜᴇʙʀᴇᴡ, ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ ꜱᴘᴀɴɪꜱʜ, ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜꜱᴛʏ ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ.

Hello, could I do one where Baldwin's wife is pregnant and at the time of delivery it is not a baby but rather she has 3 triplets and the reaction of those present and Balwin are almost fainting

King Baldwin x reader - The rays of the sun

A/N: I love this prompt, our king deserves a family as big as his heart😔😔

Plus I don't wanna spoil anything but this is actually perfect for this other fic I got requested, kind of like a part one if you will!

Oh and the painting is "First Steps" by Gustave Léonard de Jonghe:))

Summary: the queen of Jerusalem has finally gone into labor. Voice spread through her pregnancy of her unusually wide belly, one that foreshadowed a strong and vigorous heir to the throne. But... was it just one?

Warning: pregnancy, labor and childbirth (mostly mentioned, no real graphic descriptions), the story is mostly through Baldwin's perspective

The situation was unlikely, to say the least. For instance, the whole kingdom had gotten used to the thought of their king never fathering a child of his own. It was why they always kept Sybilla close, after all: to ensure an heir with her son, lest they did not find a more fit candidate for the crown. And one could’ve claimed that Baldwin had been waiting so long to name his young nephew his successor as a result of that caution so typical of his every action, but those who knew him better knew the truth.

He was hopeful, perhaps even foolishly so. He dreamed of being eased from this blight of his by God, even in just a small part. His life had already been immolated to repent the sins of his kin, but why should be denied of giving life, when he still had some? Why couldn’t he father a child, not even many, just one would suffice.

During some of his many prayers, he’d pray for such a blessing. Bandaged hands pressed together, elbows bent, resting on the dark wood of the kneeler; his head was low, his voice muffled by the thick barrier of his mask. He prayed for forgiveness, as always, and just as often he then prayed for guidance. And when he felt most selfish, that was when he added one last prayer for this one favor, this one child.

He felt even more of a fool than before when he then had his servants help him up, when the prayer was over. He felt he insisted on asking for something he knew he’d never have. But just like the physicians had excluded the chance of his ever fathering any offspring, so did they exclude the chance of him ever riding on a horse again, or fighting into battle, or live long enough to see the day he’d be wed to anyone. They had been proven wrong so many a time before, why should this one time be any different?

It was the young man in him speaking so foolishly, he was aware of that. No king should ever dwell so long on such a foolish matter. He had his heir, a direct child of his own bloodline. He should leave the matter, and focus what little would be left of his life to his duties that kept the kingdom alive and safe.

Yet each night he left those duties to reach his bed for a deeply desired rest. Each night his wife would be already there, standing by the windows like the most holy of visions. And each night she’d guide him to bed, and he’d run his hands over her hair, underneath her nightgown, down her sacred body. And the sweet embrace that followed was the start of a newfound hope, of that same wish he had harbored all day before and had tried to muffle down for just as long.

But how could he blamed for wanting a child, if not for the natural wish to have one, then for the blessing that would be fathering a child to a woman such as his beloved wife. She grew more beautiful with each breath, in his eyes, and each word he uttered made her more and more wise. 

He was teased at court for his infatuation with his queen. Of that, he was well aware. But he never did anything to put them to silence; he liked hearing his love being compared to that of the knights of the many ballads from the land of his fathers. It was surely better than the vile comments about his illness, anyway. But regardless of that, the point in his head was that no one should need any more reason to understand why he’d want to be a father, when his luck in love bested anyone else in this kingdom.

And so he was even more startled when he came to find his prayers were answered.

“Would you repeat that?”

“The queen is with child, your Grace. The symptoms are clear. Any movement is not yet to be seen, but it won’t be long before it is certain.”

“..Call the queen to my chambers as soon as she is disposed.”

The physician tried to feign his surprise, but it was a hard task. It was difficult for everyone to understand just how such a thing could occur. Of course, the bitter tongues of court would’ve wanted to spread soon away the venomous accusations of the queen’s infidelity, but it just wouldn’t have been plausible. The queen was faithful to her husband, she had not once left the palace without the king in months, nor had she received any valiant guests, or slept with anyone but her own husband in their shared chambers.

It was just so infuriatingly impossible that the babe couldn’t have been anyone’s but Baldwin’s! But then again, until the babe moved, a pregnancy was an uncertain thing. And so the weeks passed, and the child soon kicked with vigor inside his mother’s womb.

And as everything of this situation, the rest of the pregnancy was all one big mystery. First, she craved sweets, an indisputable sign of a girl to come. But then she favored salty meats and sour fruits, and no physician at court could tell if it would be a girl or a boy anymore. And then she looked radiant through every second of the pregnancy, yet the belly was round and wider by the day. It became worrisome how wide it had grown, in fact. Some physicians began to fear for the worst, for some complications with the child or more likely the demise of the queen during birth.

It haunted Baldwin. Such joyful news felt stained by the imminent danger of possibly lose his child or wife, perhaps even both of them. And he could do little to defeat God’s plans on one’s life. That, he knew far too well.

But he wasn’t entirely powerless before this distressing matter. No, he could still give her all he could, from the most comfortable of pillows, to the best of flowers, and down to the most accurate recreations of her cravings. Whether this months would be her last or whether the child won’t see the light of day, Baldwin made it his one greater duty to give her what most women could only dream in the months of their pregnancy.

And then the water broke, and she along with her maidens were closed off in her own chambers. Baldwin wasn’t allowed in, at least not until the babe was out and checked. And so he waited, patiently, agonizingly. He waited outside, in the hall, ignoring the pain of his joint or the exhaustion of his mind. She was facing far greater pains, he thought each time a new ache mate itself known in his body. 

But if such a wait would be agonizing in any condition, the risk of it possibly being the cause of his love’s demise made it all the more painful, all the more unbearable. He had to stand outside and listen to every groan, every cry, every scream. The labor was long, the door sealed, the ladies inside adamant that such moment would not be compromised.

It was the end of the second day of labor. The light of sunset peaked through the corners of the dawn. It looked like fire to Baldwin, like the very same doors of hell. If anything, such a gruesome thought was fueled by the deafening silence that had replaced the frenzy inside the room. Those were quiet, agonizing moments, where he had to remind himself to breathe, or else he would’ve soon succumbed to the lack of air in his lungs.

And then he heard it: the wailing of a child, a sound so raspy and loud and full of all life’s strength. And the fire of the sunset turned back into bright rays of the sun, and all around him, things felt lighter. Everything felt hopeful.

He all but ignored the customs of such occasions right then and there. When the doors opened and a maid opened her mouth to announce the babe’s birth, he had almost pushed her out of the way to rush to his wife’s side. He took her hand, sweaty and trembling like his own underneath the bandages.

“Where… where is…” he struggled to speak, to breathe. Surely it was mostly caused by the exhaustion he had procured himself during the wait of the labor, but an evenly great cause was the sheer emotions of what he had just been given by God. By her,

She lifted her free hand with the weak remnants of her strength. She pointed at where the maids and a few physicians were fussing around a table. They were checking and cleaning the babe. By tradition, Baldwin should’ve waited outside, and they would’ve brought the babe up to him for him to see and declared his child and possibly heir.

But since he was here, there was no point in making him wait..

The maids brought a bundle of fine silks to the king; blue, like the color of the proud house of the monarch. “Your highness, your son is here.”

The words echoed through Baldwin’s words like a far tune. He wished he could take the veil covering his mingled face, to hold his son as it would be proper. But he couldn’t, and he knew it. The babe was healthy, and so was the mother: the physicians were positive that it would survive the contact to the leper father, yet the sight of such a mutilated face could risk the most fearful reaction in a boy so small.

But holding him like this would suffice just as much. He looked back at his wife while his arms were busy holding the boy. She was visibly tired, perhaps even pained, but she found it in her to smile nonetheless. But his wife’s joyful eyes and his son’s soft weeping did little to muffle the worried mumbles of the maids.

“What is it that worries you?” He didn’t even try to hide his concern in his tone. He was worried, scared, terrified, even. And if they knew anything if this deal, he wished to know it all.

The servants paled. Clearly they wished to find the right words quickly and efficiently, in hopes of soothing their king. “I-It’s just her belly that startles us, your Grace. The babe is healthy, but far too small to explain such round dimensions..”

“Then what do you suggest is the meaning of this?”

“Excluding any ill fate, her Grace may still be bearing a child.” And as if on tune, the torturous contractions caught the queen again, not even an hour later. Given the worry of another child on the go, sparked by one of the eldest maids, bless her heart, nobody left the room to stay prepared if the case of another child was to occur. This quickened the process even if just by a little. But the king’s presence caused many maids to fuss, especially those with more experience on these delicate births.

He was escorted out with impressive haste, just before the contractions resumed. 

And again he stood there, helpless and waiting patiently for the unknown fate of his beloved wife. Another hour passed before the doors opened again. Baldwin was horrified at the sight of the midwife who opened the door for him; she was elderly, clearly having seen more births than anyone in that room had ever seen in their lives. Yet she was pale, shocked. Baldwin feared the worst.

“Where is the queen?” In his voice, the trepidatious hesitation was as clear as daylight. The woman lowered her gaze obsequiously, as it would have been proper for her to have done from the beginning, speaking to the king.

“She is resting, your highness. The births have been tiring beyond measure.”

“ Births?”

“Yes, your Highness. Her majesty has given you no less than three babes.”

Baldwin felt groggy. A single child was already a living miracle for him, and he blessed every saint whose name he had ever heard for this gift. But three? What immense event had just happened? Which angel had he been fortunate enough to marry, who had enlightened his life.

“Three? How? What are they like? Are they all well?” His words were stumbling over each other like a child eager to hear a secret. The midwife, slightly overwhelmed by his sudden enthusiasm, managed a small nod.

“Yes, your Highness, all three are in good health. Two boys and a girl, blessings from the heavens indeed. But they are… quite small, your Grace. Premature, but the Lord granted them a strong will to live, it seems. They are currently with the queen, who is also in surprisingly good spirits, considering the ordeal she has just faced. She insisted on seeing you as soon as the physicians allowed you to enter her chambers."

Her words were enough. Baldwin had heard enough. Now he needed to see, in hopes of seeing what sounded like a mirage come to be. His cerulean eyes were still wide in shock and wonder, the only peak at his current turmoil behind the white silk of the veil covering his wretched face. He took a deep breath, which did little to ease his beating heart and hazy mind. "I… I must come to her at once.. Yes.. yes, it is best if I do.."

The midwife nodded her understanding, though the fear in her eyes was palpable. She knew the customs and the risks better than anyone in this room, but she was also aware of the king's desperation. "Your Grace, the physicians are still… attending to your wife. It might be better if you waited just a bit longer, until they ensure she is well enough to receive you."

Her objections fell to deaf ears. The young king was already making his way forward into the queen's quarters. The midwife's voice seemed to fade away from his mind as soon as his foot passed through the doorstep. Everything else seemed to disappear all the same, in fact. All that Baldwin could see, all that he could focus on, was right before his eyes. There she was, splayed on the bed just as she was before, though twice as exhausted. She glowed brighter than the Holy Grace in that moment, despite the sweat that clung to her body and clothes, despite the faint stains of blood pooled around her womb.

And then he turned, and there, in the corner of the room, was the table where the physicians had placed the babes to ensure their health. The babes. His babes. He had thought that nothing could be more overwhelming than the love he felt for his wife, yet the moment his eyes fell upon them, he realized he was wrong. The emotions that flooded his heart were too strong to be contained by his human shell. The two boys were wrapped in soft linens, and their tiny hands were curled into fists as if they were already thrilling to face the world. The girl, on the other hand, had her eyes open, staring straight at him as if she had known him all her life, which she had, in a way. Her eyes were so big that one would've mistook them for round gems, Baldwin was sure of that. And staring into those oceans of blue felt like plunging into an endless void from which he was not sure there was a way to escape, nor did he wish to find one. He thanked God that the other two children were still asleep, lest their own gazes gave him the final blow to his already weakened heart.

The physicians looked at him, all of them in awe of the king’s condition. They had never seen the Leper King so… so alive, so full of color and vigor. It was like watching a man who had just been granted a second chance at life, and they were all too aware of the gravity of the moment to dare interrupt it. If the main worry had been whether or not he ever would've had an heir of his own before, now it was whether or not these little miracles would be spared from the same wretched destiny their father had been bestowed with. For now, the physicians could find nothing but good signs of health, but would that last for long? The question stayed in the air, lingering, unspoken, unanswered.

"Baldwin?" The voice was faint, but the king's ears, ever so sharp, caught it immediately. It was his wife's, groggy and weak, yet still filled with a warmth that could've melted any heart, even the most icy one of them all. He rushed to her side, his boots echoing in the chamber like thunder. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over by the pain of childbirth, yet still gleaming with the spark of life. And she smiled. As tiredly as it was, she smiled up at him just as she'd done a million times and more. He smiled back at her, too, though the veil over his face prevented her from seeing anything more than the way his eyes were curving up into small half-moons. Her hand weakly moved up to that same veil, weak and shaky, yet determined to admire the face of the man whose children she just gave birth to. He obliged to her silent request with a trembling haste, as quickly to obey as a devoted knight to his princess.

Her gaze took a moment to adjust to the light that reflected from the window behind them through the stark white of the veil's fabric, but she never once averted her eyes. They were still beautiful, those eyes of his, as blue as the sea and as piercing as the sharpest blade. His skin, however mangled by his cursed diseas, was a sight she had grown accustomed to. The leprosy was leaving its marks, sure enough. But she didn’t see a monster. She didn’t see a king. She just saw her husband. And he knew that in that gaze of hers there was anything but judgement.

He leaned down to kiss her forehead, feeling her warmth, feeling life emanating from her. The same life she had just given him, not once, but thrice over. "I can't believe it," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the tension of the past hours. "Three… three miracles."

The emotional edge to his voice was an unusual sight for anyone who knew the young king. Yet she paid no mind to it. No man safe of mind with an ounce of a heart would have any other reaction, given their current situation. A small, weak huff that supposedly resembled a laugh came out of the woman's lips, followed by an equally weak and raspy voice. "Three, no more this time. This, I promise you."

Her words were a jest, yet they bore the weight of a thousand truths. The queen was known for her strength, but even she had her limits. Giving birth to three lives at once would draw that limits to most. The room felt warmer than before, perhaps due to the sheer joy that had flooded it. Or perhaps it was the heat of the many candles that had burned themselves to the end to bring light to this moment.

Baldwin's eyes sought hers, and for a moment, he saw himself reflected in her pupils. His fears, his hopes, his love. The sight of his skin was stark in the candlelight, paler in some spots than she had ever seen before. The leprosy had claimed more of him than ever before. Yet she didn't recoil, didn't even flinch. Instead, she reached up to gently trace his cheek with a trembling hand. Her touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the roughness of his own skin. And all she could see, all she cold feel was the presence of the man she had promised to love, through sickness and health, till death did them part. He leaned close to her, slave to her every command. Her lips, tired and soft, brushed against the numb skin of his cheek. A shaky breath left his lips. And his eyes closed.

The world seemed to have resumed its cycle, at last. Baldwin felt the faint whiff of air against his skin with his wife's every breath. The muffled whines of the triplets quietly echoed against the walls of the queen's chamber. They'd soon be brought to Baldwin, for him to admire each one of his children and to have their mother tend to them as she'd wished to do. But not yet. For now, Baldwin let himself feel. The rays of the sun felt warmer against his skin, perhaps because they now felt like the testament to the blessing he's been entrusted with by his Lord. The blessing which was now resting amidst the cures of physicians and midwives alike, the blessing to which Baldwin would immolate his life to, from this day forward.

Would Baldwin Iv be jealous if the reader was hanging out with someone he didnt really like?

King Baldwin IV - Untrusting jealousy

A/N: We're so back!! I'm so sorry for my long ahh hiatus but now that school is painfully slowly coming to an end, I figured it'd be the best time to catch up on all the unfinished projects and requests I've gathered in these past months. Also, I'm taking the chance to announce that I've updated my masterlist to add all the new fandoms I'm willing to write for, so go check on it if you're interested in commissioning any new works :))

Also the painting is "Stańczyk" by the Polish painter Jan Matejko

Warnings: none, jealousy, maybe? reader is gn

I really can't see him as the type of man to actually show any sort of jealousy

In this situation, I'd say he would act in a more "cautious" sort of way

If he didn't like someone, knowing his character, it would be because of something that makes them outright unworthy of his trust

He isn't the irrational type, so while his reasons to dislike this third party will surely be well founded, he isn't going to stop you from hanging out with them

He would totally warn you, of course. Assuming you were together, you'd be his partner and most trusted person in his life. Your safety would be his priority, so of course he'd want you to at least make informed decisions

That being said, if things were to escalate towards something he deemed potentially dangerous, I can see him acting out on it more. Still, nothing exaggerated or outwardly jealous, but he'd definitely pull you to the side and talk to you about these worries of his

In the end, it all really boils down to his desire to shield you from danger's way. Baldwin isn't the jealous type, it's simply not part of who he is

Hey guys it's my birthday today!!

Too bad I was born 800 years too late or else I'd spend it with Baldwin smh😪

Btw as a birthday gift to you guys I'll go back to writing by the end of the month!

Little life update (that no one asked for)

Hello everyone!! Thank you so much for your support even through my absence, you have no idea how much it did to me.

I'm doing much better now!! After I was diagnosed with ADHD, my psychologist suggested to investigate a bit further with a psychiatrist and it turns out I'm on the spectrum as well lmao. Well, it didn't really come as a surprise to me, but it definitely did help at understanding who I am and how I work a lot more.

I've started both therapy and taking meds, plus with some help from my teachers and family I got back on track with school and my studies.

I won't make any promises to avoid disappointing anyone, but I am starting to consider going back to writing fics in the future. I've also been rediscovering some old fandoms I used to love, so I may change the list of actual fandoms I write for in the future (mostly by adding the GOT/ASOIAF fandom lol).

For now, nothing will be written, but I will reopen my requests to try and get some inspiration from your incredible ideas. Once again, thanks to everyone who stuck around and especially to those who took it upon themselves to reach out to me💗💗

Anywayyyy this is it!! I just wanted to share a slice of my life with you guys💗

How would Baldwin act if reader was on her period cause I know in the medieval period they handled menstrual cycles differently?

King Baldwin x reader - period

A/N: Aww that is so sweet! Yes you're right, it was handled quite differently and if you look it up you'd be impressed of how badass women are to have been handling so much stuff for so long with no recognition until recent times!!

Little info as always, painting is "The Deceitfulness of Riches" by Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale.

Warning: mentions of blood and period-related pain, plus some historical negligence on women's health and that's it

Okay so, in the Middle Ages period was something every woman knew of, but no one ever really said anything about

Up until very late in the time period, women were considered dirty, impure creatures, guilty of committing the original sin and to relentlessly tempt men with their mere existence

Period had become during these centuries a symbol of women's impurity and less than human nature, so they were taught from a very early age to hide it as best as they could

But do I have to tell you that Baldwin could not believe less to it?

Similar things had been said to him and his leprosy, how it was a curse that had been sent upon him by God himself for his own vanity and greed, that he was an impure man just because of something he couldn't actually control

He wouldn't see the negative conceptions of period, he'd only see your pain and discomfort, and that would be enough to tear his soul in half

He'd come up to you, gently wrapping an arm around your lower waist, unknowingly bringing you a little comfort from his mere body heat, and he'd gently whisper in your ear

"My angel, I know you're fatigued right now. Go back to our chambers and tell me what you need, I'll provide for it all in a second"

You'd try to reject the offer and change subject out of modesty and embarrassment. There's no need for his help, really, you're used to this like any other woman, the last thing he needs to worry about is your own discomfort

He, of course, wouldn't listen and just escort you to your silky bed where he'd almost force you to lay onto

He would ask you if you're too cold, too hot, if you're hungry, what you'd like to eat then, if you're thirsty, if you need company and loving touches or if you'd rather be left alone

Anything you ask for, you'll get in no time

It would probably end up with him lying next to you, gently putting a warm hand on your pelvis while he held a book on the other one, reading out loud so that you could relax and distract from your pain and discomfort

And once you fall asleep and his servants would loudly announce that dinner is ready and waiting, he'd quickly put a finger to his lips, urging them to be quiet as the love of his life is resting

This would go on for as long as you need, whether it's as long as your period lasts or just the first days. Whatever, really

Because, yes, period was considered a punishment for the sins and impurity of all women, but with Baldwin that definition could never resonate, for you're the purest, most perfect creature living in his life, and he sees this monthly occurrence as a divine test to your soul and spirit, a test he'd gladly help you through anytime

MASTERLIST

Kingdom of Heaven:

King Baldwin IV:

Life always comes down to a game of chess

I’ll be waiting for you

Sweetest of melodies

My archangel - coming soon!

Bandit - coming soon!

Voice of Heaven - coming soon!

Like Lancelot - coming soon!

Headcanons:

Arguing with you

Sickness

Period

Defending your honor

Nsfw

Cats or dogs?

Modern headcanons: modern music, pt 2, pt 3, reaction to immodest clothing, modern style, chips and drinks, anime

Percy Jackson and the Olympians:

Luke Castellan:

Last date

Ghost of you - coming soon!

Heroes Of Olympus:

Leo Valdez:

Headcanons - child of Aphrodite!S/O

Trials of Apollo

Lester Papadopoulos/Apollo:

It's Over, isn't It? - part one

Eternal Bonds - part two

The Arcana

Asra Alnazar:

Headcanons - Intimacy before and after

Young and Beautiful - coming soon!

You're my plague - coming soon!

Julian Devorak:

Kiss the girl - coming soon!

Avatar: the Last Airbender -> Out of the Masterlist

Aang:

That voice in his head

Can you make more head canons for Baldwin? Like what would he do if you two got into an argument etc etc.

King Baldwin x reader - Arguing with you

A/N: Sure thing sweetie!! I must apologize though, I only did the argument part because I didn't really have much time left and I didn't know what else to add. Hope you'll still like it though!

As always, painting is King Lear, Act I, Scene I by Edwin Austin Abbey :))

Warning: none, literally. Should f!reader a warning? If yes then there's that

Firs of all, Baldwin does not argue with you. He's a pacifist at heart, he always prefers talking things through and negotiate to get out of hard situations. To him, that is a form of respect, the desire to talk as equals and not trying to impose his own will on the other

And since he does that with his enemies, how could he not give you the same treatment? You, who lighten his days darkened by his duties and his sickness, you who save him from the burden of his own thoughts

And even if you tended to be more on the aggressive/prone to arguments side, he still wouldn't budge, and just keep on talking but most of all LISTENING, Baldwin respects you more than anyone else, your thoughts are sacred to him and should be treated as such!

If the argument is about something that he did to upset you, be it an unpleasant comment or a forgotten appointment (only happened once and it was because he had been kept busy by his counselors), he will do anything to make you feel any better

If the argument is about his tendencies to neglect his own health, then good luck with that because his own moral code physically prevents him from letting go of his duties to favor resting and trying to better his condition. Still, he will reassure you with gentle touches and soft words that he understands your worries, and you are the sweetest angel to care so much about him

But he cannot let his kingdom to fend for itself just because of a bad day for his leper body, he will have to wait until the evening to be reunited with you and finally let himself rest, your own anger at his stubborness long gone as you cradle his head on your lap. You still appreciate his soft apologies as you caress his mangled face, though

Now, speaking about what he'll do to make it up to you for any argument- or mostly, things that he did that upset you since he doesn't really argue with you

First of all, he will excuse himself for having upset you in the first place, listening to your every word to understand precisely what exactly it is that he did that he will avoid making again

Then, he will try to get any form of physical contact with you. He needs it, desperately, having been so isolated from any human touch for years other than his physicians'

Hell, he might even kneel for you if it meant having your forgiveness, if it meant being able to hug your legs like the supplicants of the ancient books he read about

If you'll let him get close to you, he'll kiss you all over while he'll keep apologizing and openly reflect on the things that he will change to make it up properly. Kinda reminds me of Gomez and Morticia on that scene (hence the painting I chose)

And after you will have forgiven him, that night he'll hold you a little closer, whispering sweet apologies while you sleep soundly, unaware of how dedicated your husband is to learn from his mistakes

All in all, I really don't see Baldwin as someone you'd ever argue with, but that doesn't stop him from making up for his every mistake like he'd caused you the worst of wrongs

You're his Heaven, and he'll treat you as such

Hi! I'm not sure if you are currently taking requests, so feel free to ignore mine if you aren't! If you are taking them, however, would you please write something for King Baldwin IV overhearing reader sing and falling further in love with her because of her soft and sweet voice? Upon realizing that he's there, she becomes extremely flustered and apologizes for disrupting his peace and quiet. Thank you!

King Baldwin IV x reader - Sweetest of melodies

A/N: omg it’s been so long since I’ve received a request! I can’t lie, Baldwin is my supreme comfort character, I think I’ll never stop writing fro him because it gives me sooo much joy😩😩😩 I personally like to think of this piece as taking place a few months after Baldwin’s and reader’s wedding, so it could be considered a sequel for my first fic ever. Also, the song mentioned in this piece is a real song from the 12th century called "Can vei la lauzeta" (in English,"When I see the lark") by Bernart de Ventadorn, and the painting is "Lovers in a garden" by Charles Edward Perugini!!

Oh btw!! I’m working on a long ass series about him, based off of a prompt by @phantomsghoulette  which I absolutely LOVED. Sooo all the KoH fans stay tuned for future updates🤭

Warning: nothing really, just pure fluff. Maybe you could say that religious innuendos could be something triggering for some people but I don’t know. There might be ONE, SLIGHTLY spicy mention but only if you squint really really hard. Also, keep in mind that the historical accuracy in my fics is rather relative, I try to add some details here and there but I don’t have the knowledge (nor the skills) to write a piece 100% accurate to the real history. Also, reader’s gender is female and uses she/her pronouns!!

Word count: 2918

Someone would say Baldwin's patience could already be put to test by only his illness, which she ruthlessly does not grant him a moment's respite, the eternal enemy of his body and his spirit. But no, to this perpetual torment of his had to be added the perilous duties of a king. And it was certainly not governing his people and lands that sucked what little energy he had left; this duty of his, given by his father and willed by divine design, he had long since embraced.

It was the nobles, the leeches who had drained him of his lifeblood lately. It was their endless demands, the insidious words that hissed behind his back, the languid bows and sleazy gifts designed only to gain some favor from him. Looking around him, he seemed to see only vices and sinners, power-hungry beasts just waiting for his moment of weakness so they could feed on what Baldwin had under his power.

In fact, not without reason in the past the young monarch had attempted to abdicate the throne and leave it in the hands of one of his sisters, rid himself of this burden and devote the rest of his short life taking care of his declining health and to nurture his mind away from so much corruption. At times he dreamed of retiring to France, experiencing for the first time that cold climate and verdant landscape of which his preceptors and advisors told him so much.

In fact, not without reason in the past the young monarch had attempted to abdicate the throne and leave it in the hands of one of his sisters, rid himself of this burden and devote the rest of his short life taking care of his declining health and to nurture his mind away from so much corruption. At times he dreamed of retiring to France, to experience for the first time that cold climate and verdant landscape of which his preceptors and advisors told him so much.

And he dreamed of taking you with him, imagined how sweet his life would be if his only concerns were taking care of his health and you, faithful wife, sole blessing in his life battered by such burdens. How he would wish that his days would revolve around you, that his first thought in the morning would be riding by your side through the flourishing meadows, and his last thought in the evening would be caressing your face as you lie slumbering in his arms.

It would have been a blissful fate his, if only Sybilla's husband had not died at the very moment when he would have needed him most. If only his mother had not convinced him that Guido de Lusignan was a good fit for his sister and had continued to seek a new consort for her, perhaps that fate would not have been snatched from him so early. Too late to repent now, for Baldwin would have preferred to die agonizingly on his throne rather than leave power in the hands of that bumptious and arrogant lord, who was noble only in title.

And so he found himself in this sort of hellish limbo, forced into a position that should never be required of a man in his condition, but prevented by his morality from abandoning his reign, impelled by faith in God's greater plan, that his suffering should not be in vain.

And his faith always seemed to strengthen when he had a way to escape the stifling air that characterized the throne room, always packed with knights and crusaders and nobles, when he had a way to retreat to the palace gardens, one of the few verdant places in all of Jerusalem.

With slow, swaying steps, Baldwin strolled slowly among the local palm trees and flower beds from the faraway lands, those where men speak Italian and the more distant ones, those from which his fathers came. Exotic fruits mingled with those more congenial to the French, who out of nostalgia for their lands and fields did what they could to bring the seeds of these plants with them to overseas.

His mind seemed to go out, shifting his attention from the constant buzz of court demands and duties to the chirping of birds perched on the roof, to the eviction of the soft branches that shielded him from the scorching sun. He enjoyed the refreshing air that reigned in that small oasis of greens, which was able to infiltrate the fabric of his white robes, crossing the bandages that covered much of his body and finally reaching his skin, numbed by leprosy. 

To tell the truth, of that refreshing sensation little reached his damaged nerves, if not for those few points that had been spared by the merciless disease, from which departed that unusual shiver that caused him a delicate smile of relief, enjoying the refreshing breeze. Then he closed his eyes and breathed in, discovering with satisfied surprise that that light gust was also a harbinger of an intoxicating perfume, a mixture of exotic and familiar.

How funny to think of the concept of "exotic", for an Angevin born and raised in the unknown lands of the east. For him it was exotic French fruit, exotic were the green plains and heavy clothing that brought his allies from the northwest, and equally alien to the snowy mountains and forest beasts that he saw drawn in detail in his childhood books. It was these changes of perspective that stimulated his mind in a myriad of thoughts and reflections, but in a pleasurable way for him, not as exhausting as his daily duties.

His reflections on exotic and local made his mind travel, wandering until he came to a subject very close to him: Muslims and Jews, reflecting well on the landscape in front of him, recognized that he could share with them the same concepts of what is foreign and what they can claim the original belonging. And he could not but reflect on how it must have been for the first inhabitants of Jerusalem to observe the Franks who came as conquerors, and filled their gardens with such foreign plants as those pale warriors who had taken possession of their dwelling... But after all, the French soldiers who were emissaries of God’s will needed something familiar to stabilize them as they fought to reclaim the Promised Land, ut Deus voluit.

But all his brooding over these matters of conquest and submission ended up in the background in his mind, when a colorful scarlet sphere caught his attention. An exquisitely red apple seemed to tempt him from a branch just above his head, beckoning him to be picked and savored by the king, that he might lose himself in the juicy sweetness of that fruit with origins so far removed from the Holy Land. But the king's modesty prevented him from yielding to that temptation, wanting to avoid exposing the advanced state of deterioration in which his mouth was.

And in fact if that temptation had been alive it would have pale in front of something much more captivating, a sound that echoed in the most melodious distance of the song of any nightingale. Baldwin was surprised to think that he had not realized before the melody that inibriated the atmosphere around him, so taken by the tribulations of his mind that he almost missed such an intoxicating song. He did not know what he felt once he arrived in Heaven, if he had ever arrived in spite of the unjust fate in Hell that the evil Saracens wished him. He didn’t know it, but if one ever had to imagine what Heaven sounded like, that song would come to mind.

When I see the lark beating 

Its wings in joy against the rays of the sun 

That it forgets itself and lets itself fall 

Because of the sweetness that comes to its heart

She sang in Occitan, the beautiful one in the distance. The voice of his people, of his lineage, that few in the palace can pronounce after so many years of distance from their homeland in Provence. Paying more attention to the echoing song, he would not even have had to approach it to give a face to that melodic voice: he knew how to recognize his wife’s voice.

Yet it was a new context in which he saw you, new facets of you that he had not yet had a chance to observe. Your voice, sweet as honey, venerable like all your other traits, he had never heard it except in speech, when you were proclaiming orders before your subjects with the authority fit for a queen, or when you laughed at the poems and performances of the court singers, or when you whispered in Baldwin’s ears sweet words, while you lay with bodies merged between the soft silk sheets. Always spoken, but never sung.

Alas! Such great envy then overwhelms me 

Of all those whom I see rejoicing,

But though he didn’t need to approach you to recognize you, the desire to see your face exceeded any of his other needs. As if mesmerized by the sound of a siren, Baldwin was advancing towards you, with steps so slow that it seemed a hunter about to catch a deer in the woods. He wanted nothing more than to hear you sing again, that you continue to bless him with that angelic melody. What worse sin would there be than to interrupt your song, more sacred than a prayer?

His stomach filled with butterflies and turned upside down like the beasts' jugglers, his breath seemed to stop in his throat, depriving him of the breath he no longer needed, as long as he could hear you sing a moment more. And her cheeks warmed, when finally she saw you among the white lilies, more beautiful than divine salvation.

I wonder that my heart, at that moment, 

Does not melt from desire.

Baldwin wondered if you sang with him in mind, if those words of love reflected your own emotional turmoil. 

Oh, if only it were so, and your singing equalled his own words inscribed in the sonnets and poems he composed in your honor, which he himself commissioned from your favorite singers to perform at banquets, only to steal an embarrassed smile and to see the blush of your cheeks, along with the glint in your eyes.

Whether it was or not, the outcome remained the same since he was at that moment in your proximity, in the same state mixed with adoration, love and wonder at the bold gesture. But if only he had confirmation from your words...

Alas! How much I thought I knew 

About love, and how little I know, 

Because I cannot keep myself from loving 

The one from whom I will gain nothing.

"My angel, your voice sounds like heaven but your words are false." Baldwin practically saw you blow up from your session, completely taken aback by his sudden appearance, unaware that your husband has been acting as a secret public all this time. Your initial surprise quickly turns into a laugh to mask your embarrassment for being caught in a moment like this, when you thought you were alone to be able to run the streets of music with your voice.

"I beg your pardon, I thought I was alone in the gardens," your eyes met his own only for a moment, before you turned your face to try and hide the blush of your face, "it was just a silly song I heard singing to the Provençal knights. I hope I did not disrupt your walk, my love..”

He laughed softly, trying to hide his amusement from having caught you off guard. He approached you more quickly than when he did just a few moments before, but with the same phlegm that managed to inspire a feeling of safeness in you. Sitting by your side on the bare rock, he raised his bandaged hand to gently cup your face and make you turn your eyes towards him. It was only then, when you had no choice but to look at Baldwin in the face that you noticed how his eyes, the only part of his face exposed to the outside world, formed two half-moons, and you came to find that it was because of how widely he was smiling, as you lowered the veil from his face. 

He was making fun of you, you realized. With that swagger in his manner, you understood that his amusement came from your embarrassment at that silly misunderstanding. Laughing softly, he gently shook his head before bringing both hands to your face, holding it as if it were the most sacred of relics. "As much as I would love to hear you sing of your affection for me, just to hear your voice echoing in the air is the sweetest of gifts. How could you deprive me of this blessing thus far, my dear?"

You could do nothing but giggle at his sweet words, bringing your hands to his wrists to feel him closer to you. "You flatter me, my king. My voice boasts nothing more than those sweet melodies that the singers in the palace sing. Mine is only a dabble."

His gaze softened, his playful spirit addicted to your presence. He took the floor again, in a tone as soft as cotton, "At least this once, my queen, allow me to disagree with your words. My life may be short and my reality small, but never have I heard such an angelic voice, singing such sweet melodies. And God may not yet have granted me the ability to predict the future, but in my heart I know well that never will any singer be able to hold a candle to your beautiful voice, never will any song be able to express the same feeling of ecstasy.

"You, my angel, have managed to make a simple ballad an absolute work of art through your voice. I think I should take you with me into battle next time, for with your mere voice you could addict Saladin and his entire army.

"And seeing you here, angelic and perfect like the lilies that surround you, singing so softly that it would make any bird jealous, that I realize that whatever toil, whatever challenges God has stored up for me, and all those that still await me in my life, are worth it, if at the end of each of them there is you, voice of an angel, to hold a place for me in your arms of heaven." 

You were sure you were on the verge of crying a flood of tears, the result of pure emotion at his sweet words. It was not new to you that Baldwin worshipped you as much as the God to whom his kingdom was consecrated, from the first moment he got to hear your voice and admire your face, and you knew at once that he had become yours, body and soul. But it was new to you to see him like that, completely entranced by your simple being-it was something new. A wonderful newness that made you feel like the most desired of women on this earth.

Taken by a rush of boldness, you practically jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck; you ended up on top of him, with his hands around your hips. You both laughed, like two little boys frolicking in the gardens. And you left a kiss on his left cheek, then on the bridge of his nose. A kiss again on his forehead, and then down on the side of his lips. When you were about to give him another kiss, just where he most yearned for your lips, against his, you stopped a few inches away, with a wide smile, before speaking again, "If so little is enough to make your happiness, then I will sing to you every day, whenever you ask. Let me be your nightingale, your morning song and your lullaby all at once!"

"I couldn't wish for anything else, my dear. Now, however, I beg you, sing one more melody for me, before my duties drag me back to the palace, and I shall consider myself a blessed man."

"With great pleasure, my love." Your voice was now little more than a whisper. With a languid movement, Baldwin moved his body to rest his head on your lap, and you eagerly greeted him. After slightly moving the hood that veiled his head, so that you could play with his golden locks, you began to sing a new melody, one that this time spoke of reciprocated love, of the joy of being able to hold your loved one in your arms. But the words you sang barely reached Baldwin before his sky-colored eyes closed softly, his mind giving him at least a moment's despite from his perilous life. You continued to sing, caressing his face, which from day to day appeared more and more mutilated by his disease, singing the sweetest of melodies so as to prolong this idyll in which you and your husband found yourselves in. 

For with you Baldwin had a way of putting the crown aside, and being nothing more than a foolish young man in love, whose only duty was to love you, to love you with all the love that an angel like you deserved.

@sweetworkoffiction hope you like it <3

Asra Alnazar x reader - Intimacy before and after

Summary: just some headcanons that came to my mind about Asra<3

Warning: smuttt, but nothing crazy tho, there are mostly mentions or hints of smut, nothing specifically described (it’s mostly just angst tbh). There are also SPOILERS for Asra’s route and the Arcana plot in general, so if you haven’t finished playing it I suggest you don’t read this post. 

A/N: just to specify, reader is wrote as non-binary:) Also, this is the first smuttish thing I write, so feedbacks and advices are very much welcome<3<3

Asra has always been a passionate lover. It’s just the way he is, his body can’t help but follow the intensity of feelings his soul feels, and transfer it from the level of the soul to the level of the body

When he first met you, it was almost as if a wave washed over him, depriving him of balance, and he could find it once again in the feeling of you and your body, pressed against him

Passion mixes with intensity and haste the first times the two of you have sex. His every movement is a physical demonstration of  just how deep, how powerful, his feelings for you are

Once the two of you are done, you’re left breathless, legs shaking and sore, sweat covering your body, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. You’re spent in the best way possible

It starts to change during the beginning of the Red Plague. The deep empathy you feel for the people dying in the streets, the desire to do something to help, takes all your desires to feel pleasure (or anything joyful for that matter), replacing it with the urge to help as many as you can

You start growing distant from each other, the atmosphere in the shop becomes tense, the interactions between you and Asra are short and almost void of any emotion. You start visiting the castle more often, volunteering to help doctor Devorak in finding a cure for this Plague. It comes without say that sex wasn’t really in neither of your minds

And it only becomes worse after your death. Asra feels that same wave washing over him, but this time he doesn’t welcome the feeling of it. It make feel lost, knowing that the very person he used to hold on to, the only one that made him forget the rest of the world, and just give into the pleasure the wave brought

This wave brings grief, desperation. Hell, it even brings hallucinations to some point. He can’t make out what’s real and what’s fake, he can’t discern when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake

It’s at this point that his situationship with Julian starts. We all know just how toxic it was, for the both of them. But Julian needed to feel love in these dreadful times, and Asra needed to feel that same feeling of grounding to save him from the power of that wave

It wasn’t the same as you, he knew that very well. Julian couldn’t fill the void of love Asra felt, he could only satisfy his carnal desires, give him that brief high that, for just a moment, made him forget everything that was happening in his life, his losses, his mistakes, his regrets

But not much time passes before that high becomes unsatisfying, and the guilt of what he’s doing takes over him. How can he do this with Julian, when all he’s thinking of is you? How can he deem himself worthy of having you once again in his arms, when instead of keeping the void you left empty, awaiting for your return, he filled it with someone else, someone not even comparable to you in his eyes?

That’s when the weird relationship between Asra and Julian ends, when Asra conveys all his energies and time in finding a way to get you back

At first, there was nothing in his mind when it came to you other than gratitude to have you back along with the utmost care to tend to you, to comfort you when you were in pain or scared at whatever appeared new to you after you came back. Your mind was at the same level as one of a child, there was no desire in Asra other than to have you back as you were

As time goes by, and you regain the aspects of the person you once were, that desire, that wave of passion, starts to awaken once again in him

And then after years of longing for the feeling of you’re touch, of your body pressed against him, he once again can feel that same feeling of euphoria once your bodies merge once again. Only that this time, his demeanor has changed. There’s a different kind of intensity in his actions

There’s not the feverish haste in his movements anymore; instead, he takes his sweet time kissing you, caressing your body, worshipping you as if you were some sort of deity. He holds you as if you’d disappear in his arms if he loosens his grip too much

His thrusts are slow and deep, making that wave of pleasure that’s in him fall into you too. It makes you feel a deeper kind of pleasure, one with such forse that it has you detached from reality once you reach your high, it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and it makes you only desire to hold Asra closer, to have him deeper inside you. You almost wish you could become one

There are still times where you have fast, rough sex, one that ends quickly and leaves you both breathless and spent. But you just prefer to feel that deeper connection, the one that has you longing for more, that morphs into endless hours of just holding each other. It makes you both feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the world but you two

Please write a fanfic about King Baldwin IV from KoH, where he fell in love with female reader. The plot is up to you. Please make it a serious love story with slight fluff 🤗🤭

Baldwin IV x reader - Life always comes down to a game of chess

A/N: You have no idea how much I love you anon, this was one of the prompts I already wanted to write omgggg!! For this fic I kinda got inspired by this painting (which, for everyone interested, it’s “La belle dame sans merci” by Frank Dicksee), and you’ll see how and why reading it;)

Summary: King Baldwin IV receives an offer from an Italian nobleman to marry his daughter; unsure of whether to accept or not this compelling offer, Baldwin decides to do what he does best…

Warning: there are some mentions of christianity and religious references along with some hints at the misogynistic ideologies of the time (about the woman being “owned” by the dominant male figure in her life) ((I don’t condone this ideology at all but I thought it’d be fitting to add it anyway to give some accuracy to it)).

Word count: 2637

King Baldwin couldn’t quite wrap his head around you. The day that he was informed of your engagement, he felt himself quite skeptical of the idea of marrying someone. After all, ever since his leprosy had been diagnosed he had to get used to the idea of living a life of solitude, forced into a lifelong chastity, for no sane man would ever marry off their daughter to a leper. With time, he had found solace in nurturing his own knowledge and virtue, elevating himself to a level of wisdom that very few could boast at his young age.

During the following days, the young king's mind was plagued with thoughts, considerations he was making to weigh the choice. The benefits of marrying Lady Y/N were many, first and foremost securing a connection to the land of Italian speakers, allowing for easier trafficking of crusaders arriving in the Holy Land, not to mention the abundance that would be the young lady's dowry. And not only did marrying her mean strengthening the economical side of his reign, but it also meant giving the impression to the public that the king's health condition was improving to such an extent that he considered that to be an ideal time to marry. His most trusted men and all of his advisors kept repeating to him, marrying Lady Y/N would’ve been  comparable to a blessing.

But despite all the benefits this union seemed like it would bring, Baldwin continued to hesitate to make a decision. What left him so undecided was the possibility that this was some kind of deception, a conspiracy orchestrated against him, hidden in the form of the most convenient of marriages. It was up to him to decide whether it was worth taking these risks in favor of the benefits that would come if his concerns turned out to be unfounded. 

Like everything else in his life, this choice came down to a game of chess…

It was this idea that prompted him to make a decision. Baldwin had a messenger called, to be sent to Pisa to give the news to Lord Y/F/N that the king wished to report his decision to him live, at his court. For the lord to arrive it would have to wait, but Baldwin has always been a man of exceptional patience.

Four months passed, when at the dawn of Lent it was announced by a Pisan messenger that Lord Y/F/N and his daughter had come to Acre, and would soon be coming to Jerusalem. Another week passed before father and daughter, riding two white horses and accompanied by an escort of knights arrived at the royal palace.

When he first saw you, Baldwin could have sworn he saw Mary himself. You walked with such grace that you almost seemed to float. Your face looked serene, despite the anxiety that had been devouring you from within ever since the day the invitation from the king of Jerusalem reached you; a blue veil covered your hair, framing your face and falling over your shoulders. You bowed to Baldwin as was proper to do before a king, yet he felt so tempted to interrupt you, prevent you from bowing to him, perhaps even bowing to you himself.

At that moment he felt like Lancelot before Guinevere, completely mesmerized by your beauty, one who seemed more fit to an angel than a woman. But, he gave no sign of his true emotional state; after all, a gorgeous woman does not mean she can be fit to serve as queen. Her answer will be decided when she has had a chance to hear you speak, away from the judgmental stares of the court, free from any influence that might change what you really think.

As the sun shone bright in the sky, the banquet took place inside of the palace. The king excused himself before going to eat by himself in his chambers as usual, leaving his guests in the company of his sisters and his court. Loud chatter filled the room, goblets were raised to get more wine poured, courses flowed onto the set table, a tribute to thank Lord Y/F/N for making such a journey to fulfill the king's request. All this noise, yet in your ears all became quiet when a servant approached your chair, whispering a few simple words, "The king has requested your presence at dinner."

Your blood froze in your veins in surprise, and you could almost feel your father's thrill as you rose from your seat, having the servant guide you toward the king's study. Walking through the halls of the palace, you could do nothing but feel so small in comparison, you almost seemed to disappear, enveloped by the magnificence of everything around you that, if all went well, you would have called your own.

You were brought back to reality when the heavy doors of the king's room were opened by the two guards who stood at his sides. An enveloping fragrance, a mixture of myrrh and frankincense filled your senses with a feeling of serenity, an almost familiar feeling. In the center of the room, a hooded figure, dressed in silk as white as snow. "Come forward, my lady. I apologize for my absence at the table but," she interjected for a moment, rising from her seat and revealing her face-or at least, what was not covered by the veil-"many might find my appearance somewhat...disturbing during a meal." He chuckled a little at that last part. You wondered if irony had become a kind of means for him to soften his own hellish condition. 

As soon as he turned around you could not help but study the appearance of what will hopefully be your future husband. Rumors about his condition had been swirling since the day he was crowned, so you had been prepared to be confronted with a horrifically disfigured man. Instead, although part of his face was covered by the thin veil, it was like an instinct for you to try to study his features. You could vaguely make out the golden hair that adorned his face, although it was covered by the veil. His voice had intrigued you; it sounded so jovial and yet so deep. A melody that sang of the young monarch's endeavors. It intrigued you, you wondered what his lips looked like, whether they matched the sound of his voice.

But what really caught your interest were his eyes. They were blue, but of a color so deep, so intense, it reminded you of tales you had heard about the northern seas, of the waters that dark and deep seemed to beckon sailors, to lead them to drown within them. Likewise you felt mesmerized by such intensity. And you wondered, how much of this would remain the same as his illness progressed.

You recovered from that momentary trance, wasting no time to bow, but this time Baldwin stopped you before you were able to bow more than your head: "Don't bow, please. Such reverences are not necessary here." You looked at him a little dumbfounded, but despite the king's unusual attitude you did not object. He stepped to the side, revealing a finely decorated chessboard, with all the pawns already set in place. "Do you play?" he asked softly, and you finally mustered up the courage to speak "It's been some time since I last did," as you approached the table, taking your seat opposite Baldwin. He took his seat again, and for the first time in your life you found yourself face to face with a king. 

You quickly realised that he had assigned you the white pawns, the small courtesy of moving you first. You took a moment to think of an initial strategy, and moved your first pawn. A horse. Baldwin raised his eyebrows, surprised by your decision. "Aren't you going to move the pawns first?" You kept your gaze on the chessboard, partly out of respect and partly out of fear, still unsure why the king would call you to his chambers, if indeed it was all just to have a playmate. "I always prefer to start with the horse. I like to think that the pawns would be frightened to charge against the enemy without a knight to guide them." You looked up, meeting his eyes that studied you intrigued. Chuckling at what you had just said, you continued, shaking your head slightly, "Forgive me, it was just a silly thought."

"Not at all, my lady," he replied, studying your every detail, "I find it fascinating." It was his turn to move, and as per rule, he moved one of the pawns, the one in front of the queen. "So you think good leadership is better than letting the individual decide for himself?" There was a spark that had lit up in his eyes, something playful. It was clear that you were intriguing him, surprisingly in your eyes, since you had been instructed to stay behind your father's shadow, not to express your thoughts or externalize your ideologies.

Everything had to be perfect, one could not risk the futile mind of a young woman ruining the marriage that would have been so beneficial to her dukedom, but above all to her family. Yet at that moment she felt that expressing what resided in her own mind was exactly what Baldwin wanted from her. Something lit up in her too, and he in turn caught the same spark in her eyes. Could it be that she had figured out the trick...? 

Another pawn moved, it was Baldwin's turn to move again. Your eyes seldom parted from each other, just for that moment necessary to make your own move. "Independence is not always what benefits a man. Certainly, it is tempting, but in moments of indecision it risks leading to oblivion. An infantryman needs a leader, a young man who is lost in the woods needs a hunter to guide him out..." Another move, the white bishop points directly at the black king "...an indecisive man needs an outside opinion to make his decision."

You smiled, and like the sweetest of plagues you infected him too. You had deciphered his little deception. An innocent deception, with the purpose of seeing with your own eyes how you, in a condition so similar to what is the duty of a sovereign, would have acted. 

After all, his life always came down to a game of chess....

"So you understood..." Baldwin whispered, again sitting in his place. For the first time in his memory, someone had managed to leave him speechless. His witty mind seemed to have died out all of a sudden, the knight in him unarmed by the woman sitting in front of him. Maybe the deception wasn’t as occult as he had planned, or maybe this young lady was really able to stand up to him.

You smiled at him proudly, be proud of your intuition but also relieved that your thought had not turned out to be foolish. Your pride had removed from your mind every rule, every admonition that had been given to you from the moment you set foot in the Holy Land; your mind was now like a river in flood, finally free to flow out according to its natural course. "I do not blame you, my lord. I realize that this is a difficult choice for you, and that the factors at stake go far beyond your individual will."

"And what do you think about that?" Your smile acquired a bittersweet scent, and you answered without almost hesitation: "I am only a woman, my will is that of my father and it will be of my husband. My family prays that this role will be filled by you, and for this to happen I have been instructed to be fit to reign at your side."

“That I can clearly see, but what truly urges me is to know what your own will says. If we were to marry, you would be the bride to a wretched man, one whose fate has already been announced by God. My demise won't be far off, you’ll be left a widow in a foreign land. And before this… curse gets the better of me, there is no saying that it won’t get to you too. If it did, you would suffer the same fate I had been given.”

It took you a moment to let his words sink into your mind. He spoke the truth, a future with him would be filled with sickness and uncertainty; you would have to live in a court far from your home, where everyone was waiting for the king’s death like a flock of crows flying above a dying man. You took a deep breath, feeling as everything came down to this very moment. “I won’t lie to you, my lord, the future that awaits me while standing by your side is not an easy one by any means, and I’m very much aware of that. I do not expect my future to be easy, for it would be an excess of greed. So if I can have a saying in my own future, I’d like to say that I would much rather all the time that is given to me by the Lord standing by the side of a man filled with virtue, than by the side of a man too full of himself to see anything just an inch away from his reflection. There would be no greater honor for me than to stand by your side, for as long as you still have to live, my lord. And if I ever was to catch this disease as well, then I would have no other words to say other than God wills it.“

At your words, the young king had to shake himself up, now more than ever necessary for him to say something, anything really. “For you, my lady, I shall always be just Baldwin.” His tone was softer than ever, a soft breeze that reached to you and whispered I am but yours now. It was unsaid, but decided. Once this meeting would be over, the king would come to your father, and confirm his decision to accept the proposal. Only problem was, this meeting seemed to have become endless. What was supposed to be a quick meal, accompanied by a game of chess, turned into a lively exchange of political views, then silly childhood anecdotes, then again into a walk in the inner courtyard of the palace. Baldwin tried hard to keep you in his presence for as long as was deemed decent for an unmarried man and woman. He kept you with him as long as he could, and when that was no longer possible, he led you back into the great hall, gently holding your hand over his. Soon after the announcement of your engagement, the wedding was set to happen during the following Easter, and the banquet made in honor of his guests was prolonged until the sun had been long set, this time in honor of his betrothed.

You think back to that day fondly, as you lay on your bed, in the comfort of silky sheets and soft pillows. One of your hands holds your head while the others traces the patterns of the scars in your husband’s face that have considerably worsened during the years. Aside from the bed, sitting on a table, forgotten as long as the night reigned over Jerusalem, were two crowns, along with two chess pawns. A white queen and a black king. Both came from the set that had been used the day the two of you met, a reminder for Baldwin of the day God had merged your destinies in one.

A/N: wowww that came out longer than I though oopss. ANYWAY, this was my interpretation of your request, anon, hope you like it!! Also, for everyone who’s gonna read this, feel free to leave any constructive criticism since this is my first fic and I would like to improve a looot more in my writing skills. That’s it now have a nice day y’all <3<3

Hello everyone, new writer here!!

I have some writing ideas in mind but I thought it'd be wiser to start off by writing what you guys want to read first then I might elaborate the projects I already have in mind.

GENERAL INFOS:

English isn't my first language so please be bear with me if I make any mistakes (which will happen for sure)

I probably won't write for a male!reader. Nothing against male readers, of course, but I feel that I don't have enough writing skills to write as well for a man as I would for a woman. That being said, I still might try it out in the future if it's something that many of you want. Gender neutral is also totally fine to me!

Keep in mind that I'm still studying so I might not be always able to post the same day someone sends a request, but I'll try to write my fics in no more than 3 days after the commission

If any fic I write contains spoilers from the book/series/movie THERE WILL BE A WARNING so that I don't ruin anything to anyone🤗

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Dragon Age, all four games

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If you want fics from other fandoms you can still ask me and I'll do some research on it so that I can make something, but it will take more time ofc.

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Anything revolving a lack of consent so no noncon, dubcon, cnc,...

Pedophilia and zoophilia (ew)

Any naughty actions related to any sort of bodily discharge (period excluded)

Any butt stuff related activities, no shame in who likes it at all but it's something that I just don't like personally and wouldn't be comfortable writing

I think that is all you guys need to know for now, once I'll get enough fics done I'll add the masterlist in this post too so you guys can see if my writing is of your liking.

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should I write a wilson x reader fanfic ??

LF REQUESTS OF LIKE ANYTHING IM SO DRAINED OF IDEAS writing, doodles, bases, moodboards, pngart or whatever its called, game ratings?? maybe even animal ratings??? idek anymore i just wanna do smthin to get my mind busy

Little something from my drafts since im too packed with school work to write something cool <\3

You met Katsukis parents before, of course you did. They invite you to dinner all the time. And at first, Katsuki didnt mind, hell, he loved that his parents like you and invite you over! But now? He hates it. You're probably wondering why? It's nothing you did, dont worry. Its beacuse of that stupid book his mom made a few years back. He knew that she still had this book, but he never thought she would show every single page to you. He almost died when he came back from the bathroom to see you and his mother looking at all the embarrassing photos and stories from "Katsuki memory"

Now he needs to live knowing you saw little him in his hero pajamas, little him holding hands with 'stupid Deku', all his primary school photos... He almost cried when he realised you saw all this.

"Oh Tsuki! I forgot to tell you! Your mom invited us to dinner again!"

Fucking hell.

Denki Kaminari proudly going out with his first ever girlfriend, holding her hand everytime they are in public, head always high with pride that he "managed to pull someone so beautiful and smart". He also just loves to talk about her!! "Guys I can't today, me and my girlfriend are going out to..." "Hey look at what my girl made for me!" "Bro look! Me and my girl got matching shirts!" "Oh this? Its a picture of her and the pikachu plushie I won for her!!" I also think he would just sit down with his friends, talking and laughing, and then he just.... Goes blank. Closes his eyes, takes a big BIG breath and starts rambling about her, ignoring everything going on around him.

Thats why you're not suprised when your mutual friend - Mina - calls you and BEGS you to talk to your boyfriend beacuse "he's being wierd again"

Hello!!!!! I saw your cat!reader headcannons and it was amazing :3 could I request headcannons for reader with an animal quirk in class 1A? They can sort of shapeshift into any animal they want. THANK YOU💖

OMG HI YES OFC!!! I WAS ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS IDEA FOR A WHILE

ꕥ Shapeshifter! Reader being BOMBARDED with questions from Izuku the second they join class 1A

ꕥ "Can you turn into any animal you want??? What about extinct species??? Oh! And humans?? How about objects?! Can you stay in the form you take as long as you want or does your quirk have a time limit??? How about-"

ꕥ To be honest, I think the questions are coming not only from Izu but from everyone else too!

ꕥ I can Imagine Denki googling the most goofy looking animals and begging you to turn into it. Even better if u can turn into the animal not knowing how it looks like

"Yo! I found this extra cool animal-"

And its literally this guy:

ꕥ Funny how Denki's smile fades when he sees you turning into a tiger (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

ꕥ Imagine Bakugou making you mad, calling you names and all that, so you decided to turn into the the loudest bird you know and sit by his window making the weirdest sounds you can in the early mornings

ꕥ Mina totally helps you prank him too <33

ꕥ The girls like you in general, especially if you like spending your days off turned in some random cute animal.... Taking pictures of you doing anything in any form other the your human one <33

ꕥ Momo making cute animal clothes for every single form you take!!! Oh youre a tiger? Its cold outside!!! Have a cute sweater!!! Going undercover as a kitty? Heres a collar with a microphone and pink bow!!! Hey, dont you want to turn into a puppy for the day?? No?? Well Im just asking cuz Momo made this cute dog vest...

ꕥ Again, Koda being besties with you, understanding every single thing you say in your animal form, organizing sleepovers for you and his animal friends (also inviting tsuyu and tokoyami sometime <33)

ꕥ GOING ON FLIGHTS WITH TOKOYAMI!!!!! imagine he's still learning to fly with dark shadow so you fly along side him as a bird and sing songs to make him less stressed out

ꕥ As I said in my cat! Reader post... Todoroki gives you animal food to try and become friends with you, only now he has more to choose from then just cat food

ꕥ Also, the aura this quirk gives in fights, A villain robbing a bank, turns around for a moment only to see a puma lunging towards him (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)!

ꕥ The advantage this quirk gives you is UNBELIEVABLE. The enemy never knows what will jump out at him next lmao.

ꕥ Tomura was considering kidnapping you along with Bakugou but decided to leave you be since you can just turn into a small animal and escape... Or eat the League alive.

ꕥOverall, people who knows you, love you with all their hearts, but everyone on the 'bad side'.... 💀

IM TRYING NOT TO FREAK OUT ITS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! WAAAAH <333 ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ

ALSO, PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS SO I CAN CORRECT THEM <33

NSFW Alphabet: Older Johnny Lawrence

Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive themes, slight smut.

NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Johnny struggles with aftercare, he definitely wants to be there for you but he doesn't quite know what to do. His form of aftercare would be laying close together or cuddling and drinking beer.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Your butt and your thighs 100%. He loves to hug you from behind, feeling you press up against him. He loves to watch your butt bounce while in doggy, and he loves to grip and hold onto your thighs in missionary.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) Johnny loves to cum inside of you, but since he doesn't want kids anytime soon he prefers to cum in the condom. He doesn't like mess because he like to rest as much as possible after but there are sometimes he'll cum on your butt or your thighs, depending on the position.

D= Dirty Secret (Johnny's dirty secret) Johnny likes the idea of fucking you in the dojo, specifically in his office and on his desk. It would make it even better if your hands were tied behind your back with his sweat band, he would kill for that.

E= Experience (How experienced is Johnny) Johnny is definitely really experienced, he knows what he's doing and he knows where to put his hands and how to use them. He's definitely not just all talk.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) Doggy. He loves to watch your butt bounce with each harsh thrust he gives you, gripping your hair and yanking you to his chest while wrapping his hand around your throat.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Not during sex, but he definitely cracks a few jokes after. Nothing to harmful, just enough to make you both laugh.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Yes. Johnny feels that it's really manlike so he doesn't shave. The first few times he would trim but he ultimately gave up when you didn't complain about it.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Johnny during the moment) Johnny can be very romantic when he wants to be, most of the time he's very hard dom, but if it were your anniversary or birthday he would set up a few candles, throw a few rose petals out, but nothing to fancy.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) He doesn't do it often because he has you and karate to keep him busy, but he'll often get himself off if you're not present with your pictures that he printed out definitely not for that reason.

K= Kink (How kinky is Johnny) Johnny's pretty average, he doesn't have extreme kinks but he does like a little bit of ass slapping, neck gripping, and hair pulling.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Anywhere in his apartment honestly, or if you start doing it in the dojo then always the dojo.

M= Motivation (What gets Johnny going) When you do a strip tease, or when you challenge him in karate, he definitely has a thing for karate sex.

N= No (A turn off, something Johnny would never do) Anything that will harm you or him is a no. He doesn't like extreme public sex, he likes minimal but he wouldn't be able to concentrate if it was over the top.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He loves to receive more, but he definitely likes going down on you but in the end he'd prefer to be in you for that duration either way.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Definitely. He loves it fast and rough, but when needed or when he's in the mood he can definitely be slow and make love to you.

Q= Quickie (Johnny's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He likes quickies but since he's gotten older he likes to make it last a lot longer. He's always down for a quickie though, when and where???

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) It depends, he likes the adrenaline it gives doing something risky but he wouldn't go borderline. Now if he was drunk he'd definitely be more risky than being sober.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He can last a while each round, but again as he's gotten older he goes less than when he was younger but to be honest it's not that noticeable of a change after he picks back up karate.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Not really, he would prefer to use his mouth, and hands anytime during foreplay. He doesn't hate the idea, but he just likes it old fashioned.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) He's not that bad of a tease, he's more so just ready to fuck, but if you make him mad or he's in a bad mood then he's the worst with teasing.

V= Volume (How loud is Johnny during the moment) He's not overly loud but he does let out the occasional groans every now and then, the most you'll hear from him is heavy and unsteady breathing. Ride him though and he'll be a lot louder.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Johnny) Sometimes Johnny thinks about you giving him head under his desk while his students practice their moves. He feels that's a little bit too risky, but it's a risk he's definitely willing to take.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) 7 1/2 inches no doubt (Probably 8 to be honest).

Y= Yearning (How high is Johnny's sex drive) His sex drive isn't as high as it was when he was younger, but getting back into the habit of karate and exercising his sex drive grows pretty high.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Johnny fall asleep afterwards) Not that fast, even if you fall asleep he would probably drink a few more beers while watching tv in the bed next to you. It takes him a while to wind down but when he does he's out like a light.

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This was highly requested! Requests are always open, and past request will be coming out soon! Thank you for all the love and support!

Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings: Little Angst!

Not just a Secret

  Let's get one thing straight, keeping a secret from your boyfriend is not that easy. Especially when it's as big as your secret, you see from the time you were young you always admired karate. Other kids thought it was dumb and would rather play video games or whatever.

  You felt there was no hope for you seeing as, there were literally no karate dojo's available in your area. Only a car salesman by the name of Daniel LaRusso who won a karate battle with an illegal kick but you get the picture.

  It wasn't until someone by the name of Miguel helped spark Johnny your sensei to have his own dojo. You and Miguel were pretty close, you ran into him at the mini mart on your way home where you also met Johnny.

  He was sitting on a curve enjoying his pizza when a bunch of teens decided to get into some trouble with a boy smaller than them.

From most of your karate experience which detained of watching old karate moves on YouTube came into handy when they tried to start with you. You immediately caught Johnny's eye as you; someone 10 times younger than him knew about old time karate, though your stance wasn't completely stable.

Johnny decided to help you out seeing as there were more than just two or three kids you were going against and because they hit his car.

What you thought was cool was that You, Miguel, and Johnny all lived in the same apartment complex. You noticed Johnny a lot, but you knew from his personal actions that he didn't like associating with people.

After Miguel had convinced Johnny to open up his own dojo both Johnny and Miguel came straight to you. Well Both you and Miguel happened to run into Johnny who was looking for you both to tell you the good news.

You were eagerly ecstatic, having had wanted this dream to come true for a while. Johnny taught you a lot that you didn't know before, he was almost like a dad figure.

You see when you met Robby you hadn't know that Johnny was his dad and you didn't know the situation. It took a while for Robby to open up to you about his family issues in the relationship.

You guys were together for about 6 months before you knew about Johnny being his dad and how much he 'hated' him.

You knew Johnny for the first 3 months while learning a little bit of karate, and it wasn't until 3 months later you started fully going every day after school.

Yeah you could say whenever Robby told you who his dad was you immediately felt trapped. For the simple fact that is Robby hated his dad so much and knew how close you and his dad were he might not like that... he'd might even feel betrayed.

So you kept it a secret, which probably wasn't the best and definitely not the healthiest for your relationship but you wanted to keep Robby happy... but you knew if it got out he would not be the happiest about it.

Anyways, you were on your way to Cobra Kai... you guest it. As of right now Johnny had a good amount of students, including You, Miguel, Tory, Eli- also known as Hawk now, Chris, A**- Face as they call him, Bert, and a couple extras.

Practice was as normal as any other day, it consisted of sweat, pounding chest, and happiness. Karate brought joy to you, and you absolutely loved the way Johnny taught you karate.

You could tell from the beginning that Johnny was nervous and scared to teach more kids, you didn't quite know why but you thought it had something to do with his childhood maybe?

It was almost like he thought he was going to mess up, which so far he hasn't. Plus he has you and Miguel for reassurance which he didn't ask for but definitely didn't tell either of you to stop.

Johnny had let everyone take a 10 minute break while he worked on something in his office, a loud shout and bang was heard after less than a minute of him being in his office.

You and Miguel share a knowing look as everyone else's eyes stayed wide and scared, because when Johnny's mad he usually is shall I say more present with his actions.

Both you and Miguel get up from your sitting positions and walk into Johnny's office to see him with his head buried in his hands and the phone beat against the desk.

"Sensei?" Miguel questions worried.

"Yes Mr. Diaz? Do you need something?" Johnny asks, quite stressfully.

"Uh- I was just wondering if you were okay?" He questions softly.

"I'm fine Diaz, just stressed that's all" Johnny nods his head as an okay, Miguel nods and walks to the mats, as you stay behind.

"Uh- Sensei you know you can talk to me- to us" You comment, daringly.

"I appreciate that Miss. L/n" He says as he pops open his famous coors beer, leaning back into his chair.

You take a seat in the chair in front of him "what's wrong?" You question.

He takes a swing of beer keeping eye contact as he sits the beer aggressively down on the table "nothing is going my way, you know? I try one good thing and it escalates into two bad things" Johnny states, running a hand through his hair messing it up a little.

"Uh- Sensei, I can see it on your face you're not that hard to read. I know it might sound crazy but I know what you're feeling all I can say is that it will get better you're doing an amazing job at what you do already... so who says you're not already doing that one thing" You say softly.

Johnny smiles a little, but this time a genuine smile "that's very kind of you Y/n" he says as you smile, feeling accomplished.

"Is something going on with you? You said you knew what I felt" Johnny questions.

"Oh uhm actually I'm kind of stuck on something right now- I'm kinda doing one thing that I know would hurt someone I love but only just found out they wouldn't like it when I'm doing it and it's hard because I know how he'll react" You say nervously, as technically you just told on yourself.

Johnny nods his head in understand-meant "is he a lover?" He asks to which you nod yes.

"Well then he should understand right? I mean you're a great kid he would understand" Johnny encourages.

You smile softly "thank you" you blush of embarrassment from the fact that you know you literally just told on yourself.

"No problem kid, now go get into your stance" He says getting up as you follow, walking out of his office and into your follow in stance.

The rest of practice ended with a happier and more relieved Johnny. At the end of class Johnny asked both of you and Miguel to stay behind saying that he needed to give you both something.

  He leads you both to the trunk of his red firebird, which holds two black Cobra Kai Gi's "I wanted to give both of you these first" He says handing one to both you and Miguel.

  "Sensei this is- incredible" Miguel comments excitedly.

  "They're amazing!" You say excitedly.

  "Well you guys deserved it, you both worked very hard" Johnny says proudly.

  Miguel hugs Johnny until his phone dings causing them to pull away from the hug "sorry sensei that's my mom! Thank you!" He says before running away, over to his bike.

  "Thank you sensei" You smile slightly.

  "You can call me Johnny, Y/n but only out side of the dojo" He says as you give him a hug.

  See this is where it gets complicated, Robby had decided he was going to give his dad a chance and so he thought that he would come to Cobra Kai and speak with his dad.

  As he was riding on his board he stopped and picked it up as he arrived at his destination and saw you with his dad.

  "Y/n?" Robby questions walking up to the scene.

  "Robby-" You gasp internally, slightly freezing. You knew this day would come but not so soon.

  "Robby? What are you doing here?" Johnny questions, confused.

  "Well I came to talk to you but seeing as my girlfriend made it first it seems I don't need to" Robby spits out bitterly.

  "Robby I-" He cuts you off.

  "What you can explain? Oh please do, after I just told you too." He walks closer to you.

  "I guess now I know I should've never tried with you" Robby says walking away.

  "Don't talk to her like that" Johnny stands his ground walking over to Robby as he stops in his tracks.

  "Oh like you talk to me?" He asks sarcastically.

  "You know what I've had it, I'm done. We're done Y/n" Robby says before continuing to walk away.

  You couldn't just let him walk away, so you ran after him once he turned the curve behind the dojo "Robby wait at least let me explain" You plead.

  He stops once again before turning back around "what? What do you need to explain" he sighs.

  "Look I didn't know that Johnny was your dad until yesterday when you told me! I had no way of knowing but I knew that I didn't want to quit karate" You state.

  "Oh so you couldn't have just quit when you knew or at least have told me?" He grits his teeth, walking closer to you.

  "Oh come on Robby, just give Johnny a chance he's really trying" You plead.

  "Oh so now you're on his side" He says defensively.

"I'm not saying that I just thought that if I kept it a secret that I wouldn't hurt you" You say guiltily.

"That is not just a secret Y/n!" He yells stepping closer causing you to flinch accidentally.

  This action didn't go unnoticed to Robby, he immediately goes soft "oh Y/n- I-I'm sorry" He says going to grab your hand but you pull it away.

  "Just. Don't. I think we need some time to collect ourselves" You state before walking away from Robby and back to Johnny.

  "I'm sorry Johnny- I should've told you earlier" You say guiltily as you didn't want Johnny to feel some type of way towards you now.

  He nods his head understandingly "look Y/n. It's okay there's nothing to be sorry for, i actually would spin you two together if he wasn't being such a d*ck" He comments.

  You laugh at his choice of words "you mean ship?" You question.

  "Oh so that's what they call it" He hums as you nod.

  Johnny offered you a ride home, since you both lived at the same apartment complex and of course you agreed.

  As you walked through your apartment door you felt bad, bad about keeping a secret from Robby that would hurt him, but also mad because he had just told you Johnny was his dad so you had no way of knowing beforehand.

  Robby on the other hand felt terrible, he made you flinch. Worst of all he yelled at you which he would never do if it were a different topic, his dad was always a hard topic for him.

  Robby had decided to take action and visit your apartment, he hated being away from you for more than a couple days.

  He bought some of your favorite flowers and made his way to your apartment on his skateboard. Moments later you heard a knock at your door, your parents weren't home and you knew they would be here later so that confused you.

  None the less you opened the door to reveal Robby awkwardly holding your favorite flowers, a look of regret and sadness written clearly on his face.

  "Robby-?" You question confused.

  "Y/n hear me out please..." He pleads.

  "Okay... come in" You say holding the door opened for him more.

  He walks in and sets the flowers down on your counter "look I'm sorry for yelling at you like that, it was wrong of me but I was just upset" He confesses, looking down.

  You sigh "Robby it's okay, I know you would never hurt me like that it was just an instinct. I'm sorry to for not telling you" You say guiltily.

  Robby walks closer to you and grabs both of your hands interwinding them with his "no it's okay Y/n, I know you didn't know I shouldn't have pushed you like that" Robby admits.

  "It's know, I just thought if I kept it a secret it wouldn't hurt you as much...." You mumble honestly.

  He smiles a little "I think it hurt more, but now it's okay because I love you to much to lose you" He shyly admits.

  You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders "I love you more" You respond.

"How about we get some food and cuddle?" You question happily.

"That sounds amazing" Robby reply’s.

Even though Robby was desperately hurt at your actions, he knew it wasn’t your fault he knew that you didn’t know I mean how would you have known if he never opened up to you. Anyways life went on and eventually Robby finally spoke and sorted things out with his dad, though that didn’t stop certain people but it did save Johnny’s.

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Hawk X Reader

Warnings: Beware there is slight smut! Soft Eli!

Mark Me

Hawk, your boyfriend had invited you over for a movie and junk food marathon. You of course said yes, wanting to spend as much time with him as you could.

The night was going splendid until it started pouring down raining, just out of the blew. The wind was super harsh and the rain was coming down almost like ice.

Eli’s mom decided it would be a bad idea if you drove out in the weather like that so she told you it would be okay to stay. You texted your parent(s) and let them know the details and they agreed you shouldn’t be driving in this insane weather.

Both you and Eli were cuddling, though he wanted to lay on your chest his hair kinda got in the way causing you both to giggle. Though he pulled you on his chest and snuggled closer to you.

"Baby can I wear one of your shirts to bed?" You ask politely as you kiss above his jaw.

"Of course you can Princess" Eli says letting you go so you could go into his closet.

You rummage through his closet until you find his green shirt he used to wear a lot when, well he wasn’t Hawk. You slip your pants off, along with your shirt, and your bra because no one likes to sleep in a uncomfortable bra.

You walk out of the closet and see Eli laying on his side, facing you. Once he sees you walk out his eyes almost bulge out of his head. "Wow... my clothes are now owned by you" He smirks as he rolls off the bed and walks over to you.

He slides his hands under your shirt holding onto your sides as he pulls you into a kiss to which you wrap your arms around his neck in response.

His hands slowly trail further until he gets to the outline of where your bra usually would be, Eli pulls away from the kiss his eyes darken.

"Your not wearing a bra?" He questions whilst you smirk cheekily.

"What? They are uncomfortable to sleep in" You say innocently.

Eli groans, sexually frustrated "I’m going to go take a shower... a cold one" He mumbles grabbing a towel from beside you and mopping into his bathroom causing you to giggle.

You run and jump on his bed laying on his back as you wait for him to get out. A few moments later you hear a couple muffled moans coming from the the bathroom over the shower.

You cover your mouth laughing as the moans continue to get louder. You decide to be sneaky so you tip toe to the door and listen in on his moans, trying not to bust out in laughter then and there.

It’s all fun and games until Eli whimpers "Y/n..." he moans as he comes undone.

Your eyes widen as you feel your heart racing, that was the hottest thing you have ever heard and encountered. It made you want to go in the bathroom with him, but you decided to protest against that idea.

You tip toe back onto the bed and lay down, within a few moments later Eli opens the bathroom door walking out with a white towel barley hanging around his waist and his red dyed hair wet and sticking to his face and neck.

Your mouth falls open at the enjoyable sight, I mean he obviously knew what he was doing seeing as he dropped the towel a little each time revealing his V- line.

Eli walks to his mirror and grabs his brush until he looks up and sees you staring at him in the reflection of the mirror. He smirks cheekily as he starts to use the other towel he had around his shoulders to dry his hair off a little.

"Are you going to keep staring? Or what?" He teases as he walks closer to the bed.

You roll your eyes playfully and cover them with your hands "go ahead and change" you say flipping over so you wouldn’t peak.

Eli chuckles and removes his towel, throwing it at you as he slips on some boxers. "Now come here" you demand playfully as you throw his towel back at him, getting it over his head.

He giggles and pulls the towel off of his head, he didn’t do a very good job at drying his hair off because water was still dripping off the ends. Though it was a pretty hot sight to see, no lying.

He crawls onto the bed, crawling on you as he brings his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate you run your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a very needy moan; still turned on, though very sensitive.

You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer, as you tug on his hair a little pushing your lips together firmer.

Eli runs his tongue in the bottom of your lip asking for permission which you let him have, opening your mouth slightly he slips his tongue letting your tongues dance together as he pulls away slowly to pull on your bottom lip; gently sucking.

You moan as he does so now fully turned on, he runs his hands under your shirt and gently rubs your stomach slowly getting closer to your chest.

He kisses down your jaw, biting down gently on your collar bone causing your back to arch into his chest. He taps your stomach asking for permission to touch you as your lips move against each other’s.

You nod your head and moan signaling a yes, Eli kisses down your chest until he gets to your stomach kissing up every time he lifts the shirt up so painfully slow.

He finally pulls the shirt up enough to reveal your naked chest, he places kisses around your breasts avoiding your nipples wanting to tease you.

You whimper as your chest arches as he sucks on the top of your breast, creating a dark hickey. He continues to make hickeys in some sort of letter, you look at your chest to see what that letter was. It was an E, resembling his name; Eli.

You were surprised that he didn’t put an H for Hawk but him marking you with his letter caused your vision to get blurry as you felt yourself becoming so needy to the point where you felt as if you weren’t in control of your own body anymore.

Finally Eli swirls his tongue around your harden nipple causing all sorts of pleasure to run through your body. Your reaction causes Hawk to moan at his beautiful Princess.

"You are so stunning baby" He moans into your chest as he switches to the other nipple swirling his tongue around the small bud and gently pulling it with his teeth, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you whimper.

You run your fingers through his hair causing water droplets to fall onto your chest, gasping as your back arches at the cold contact.

Eli kisses down your stomach, he claims you as his as he leaves more darker and bigger hickeys anywhere he could reach while you are a moaning mess underneath him.

He trails the gentle kisses back up to your lips, pulling your shirt down to cover yourself of and lays down onto your chest, snuggling his still wet hair into your neck.

"I love you Princess" Eli mumbles as he pulls down the top of your shirt revealing the E he marked onto you.

He traces his fingers over the E noticing how dark it was forming, it wasn’t going away any time soon.

"I love you" You reply breathlessly as you start to slowly drift off to sleep while Eli keeps tracing his markings on you.

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Older Daniel LaRusso X Reader

Warnings: *Cough CHEATING cough* This was requested from wattpad!

The past is Present

  Before you moved you and Daniel had the toughest relationship, first you grew as friends, then best friends, then lovers..... it was hard for you moving away from someone you loved and trusted.

  Daniel took it hard too, if not harder. He feel in deep, from the moment he saw you he fell deeply in love. He knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.... but things don't always go the way you want them to.

After you moved Daniel stayed in his room more, didn't associate with anyone at school, barley talked to his mom, and even quit karate.

It had been more than 20 years before you came back. You bought an apartment close by to a job you had recently applied for. The pay was excellent and you wanted to move, at least closer to home.

Even after 20 years you still missed home, you never forgot about Daniel. In fact you only had few relations and they never lasted long. You were still caught up on Daniel, and you always would be.

You didn't know how he was doing, if he had a wife, or family but you knew he was doing good. He started his own car company which you were proud of.

You knew that Daniel had been into fixing cars ever since you met him and Mr. Miyagi. You had also learned some karate, Mr. Miyagi taught you karate as well plus you watched and studied him teaching Daniel so you knew the moves.

  One thing you were looking for but not, you needed a new car. The only one who you really trusted with vehicles was Daniel. But you were scare that he would not know you or if he had a family. Not that you would mind but it would be weird for you.

  With a sigh you look up to see the LaRusso sign on the building. You knew there was another auto park, which was Cole something but you wouldn't dare trust someone you didn't know with your cars.

  Taking a deep breath you put your hand on the door, pausing for a second before entering. The room smelt like fresh cars and almost lemon cleaning supplies.

  A man that you recognize comes walking towards you or was Daniels cousin Louie. He stops for a second in shock, while you stand there bashfully.

  "Hey Louie" you say stuffing your hands in your pockets.

  "Y/n?" He questions.

  You nod your head "it's me" you chuckle at his shocked expression.

  He rushes towards you and pulls you into a tight hug, you hadn't remembered the last time Louie was like this. He always acted tough and playful towards everyone.

"It's nice to see you to" you joke at his antics.

  He pulls away "we've missed you, you should have seen how broken Daniel was when you moved he-" Louie confesses before someone interrupts him.

  "Louie what's taking so long?" You knew that voice, it was Daniel.

  You hadn't known what you were going to do when you saw him, you had no plan you simply just had to go with the flow.

  Louie moves out the way to reveal yourself, it seems like everything stops for Daniel as he sees his first love, that he never did get over and never will.

  "Y/n...." He says as his heart skips a beat.

  "Hi Daniel" you say bashfully feeling your cheeks heat up.

The stunned expression stays on his face as he walks up to you completely, "it’s been a while" you comment.

"It’s been to long...." Daniel states as Louie awkwardly walks away.

"So I came to buy a car" You start "- and see how you were" You finish.

"Oh- um of course!-" He claps his hands together before leading you over to some style cars he knew you’d like.

"So we here we have a Honda Accord with a 192-hp turbocharge, in both black, white, and red" he says pointing to the row of Honda’s.

"I like the white one" You comment as you study the out side of it.

"We’ll do you want to test drive it? I have time" Daniel asks as he holds up the keys in hand.

"That would be great Daniel" You smile.

"Okay great" He smiles as his do brown eyes pierce through yours.

Daniel hands you the keys and as he does so your hands touch, that same spark that was there at each touch once there again.

This causes you both to make eye contact before you clear your throat awkwardly "I think to drive a car we need to get in it" You joke, just like old times.

Daniel smiles and nods his head as he gets into the passengers side while you get in the drivers side, starting up the car.

You pull out of driveway and into the highway, it was silent at first the car drove good. But if you were totally honest you weren’t really paying attention to how smooth or good the car drove.

All you could feel and think about was Daniel gazing at you, of course you could see him out of your peripheral vision and you could feel the heat of his familiar stare.

"So... any family?" You asked as you take a right turn.

"Oh um- yeah actually I have a... wife Amanda, and a daughter Sam, and then there’s Anthony my son" Daniel comments, feeling something he’s never felt before.

"lucky girl" You say keeping your eyes on the road.

You didn’t know how to feel hearing about his family, you knew if he did it would hit hard. As it did, but you mostly felt happy for him. He got a life he always wanted.

Daniel couldn’t help but look at you, it felt all to soon. Of course he loved Amanda but he never stopped thinking about or loving you.

The love you had was just rare, "and what about you? Any lucky guy?" He asks trying to keep the conversation going.

You shake your head "none that were right for me" You say stoping at a red light, finally look at Daniel.

"He would’ve been a lucky guy" He comments randomly.

It was like there was a pull so strong that neither you nor Daniel could control. It was like someone was pushing you both together, until your lips met.

The kiss, his kiss was everything you remembered it was. It was filled with love, passion, and trust. Though it has been more than twenty years, you never forget your first love sometimes you never get over them.

You both pull away, breathless as Daniel leans his head on yours lovingly.

"I’ll take the car"

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Eli/Hawk X Reader

Warnings? Seven minutes in Heaven, language, and hawk being hawk

I’m only a fool for You

  You had fallen, and you had fallen hard. You couldn't help it, Eli was such a sweet, caring, and handsome boy, and one he loved someone he devoted his heart to them.

  You always thought of his lip as a battle scar and it showed how strong he was. You would always help him when people were picking on him or doing mean things to him and Demetri.

  Demetri thought you were a complete fool for getting in the middle of it. But none the less he liked you even more for it, platonically of course.

  He was to in love with Yasmin to even think nor look at another girl. You always had your eyes on Eli and Eli only. Demetri knew, he might've been clueless sometimes but he seen the small glances you played, or how you would run your finger over Eli's lip and tell him he was beautiful.

  Even the one time you kissed just above his lip to show him that you loved everything about him. Oh and who can forget the time Kyler and his friends bullied both Eli and Demetri in the library that day.

  Kyler holding Eli's chin roughly saying "what girl would ever kiss this" with a disgust look on his face. You quickly stepped up and said 'Me' then you proceeded to slap Kylers hand away from Eli and placed your lips on his lovingly.

  To say Eli was head over hills for you was an understatement, he was IN love love with you. Ever since the first day you came up to him in 5k he knew that he was in love with you.

Of course he was to young to know what love was like, but he felt something and as time grew he realized that he was in love with the Y/n L/n and he couldn’t be happier.

Though he felt like you deserved someone who could protect you and stand up for you, so once Cobra Kai came out he took the opportunity and joined.

That was two months ago and in the time Eli had no longer became the sweet, shy, and innocent little boy. Oh no, he was.... turning out to be his worst enemy.... a bully.

Today was like any other day, you worked up the courage as you walked over to Eli who was laughing with his new 'friends' the sight broke your heart, remember how he would laugh with you.

Draining all the courage you had down the sink you finally came face to face with Eli, or now as he calls it Hawk.

"Eli?" You say softly catching his attention as he stops laughing and turns around towards you.

"What?" He asks rudely.

"We need to talk" you say holding your head up high, confidence you didn’t know you had now sparking.

"We are" Hawk says bluntly as his friends began to laugh behind him.

"Fine but just know I tried" you say harshly as you turn and walked away, walking to your first class of the day.

As Hawks friends began to laugh, Eli’s head falls down as he can feel and hear his heart crushing. But he replaces it with a confident smile before turning back around with his friends. Trying to push his feelings and thoughts of you away.

Man he’s such a fool for you.

Your feelings were crushed yeah, but we're you going to let yourself suffer by crying over a boy? No you were not.

  You needed to get your mind off of things, so instead of driving to the strip mall you decided to walk. Plugging in your earbuds and listening to one of your favorite songs of all time you start walking down the side walk in no rush seeing as the day was very beautiful and you wanted to take in the fresh air.

  The walk really felt like it was what you needed, it was soothing plus the music helped get Eli off your mind a lot more.

  Finally coming up to the famous well only grocery store there is around here you noticed a red Mohawk, knowing that famous hairstyle anywhere.

  You curse yourself finally having him out of your head, but of course he'd have to be in the one place you were hoping to get peace alone.

  You walk with a not-so-much pep in your step, more of a dragging your feet alone the pavement. Yeah that sounds about right.

  "Look who it is Miss. Desperate" Hawk says as him and his friends bust out laughing.

  That was the final straw for you, you had tried for months to get him to talk to you alone so you could finally confess but if he wanted to play that game then so be it.

  "You know what Eli? I am so sick and tired of your bullsh*t!" You yell causing both Hawk's friends and himself to go quiet.

  "I spent the last TWO months trying to talk to you, trying to tell you the thing I've been wanting to say since pre-school! But with this new facade it'll never happen" you scoff as you turn around, walking as fast as you could.

Finally making it back home you run upstairs to your room and slam the door out of frustration 'who does he think he is?!'

As if on cue you get a call from Moon "hello?" You say trying to calm yourself down.

"Y/n babe hey!" She yells excitedly.

"I’m having a party over at my place tonight at 8 be there pleaseeee" Moon begs.

You sigh "alright Moon I’ll be there" you say knowing she wouldn’t back down until you said yes.

You were going to look your best tonight, knowing Moon she would most likely invite everyone and say "come on guys we all should just get alone" as she always does, trying to uplift people.

You grab your favorite tight black dress and some red heels, doing everything in the bathroom making sure not to miss anything.

Sighing happily at your appearance you grab your purse and make your way out. Less than ten minutes later and you pulled up in Moon’s drive way to see literally the whole school in her backyard.

Getting out of your car you find yourself getting stumbled into a circle by other drunk kids. It was seven minutes in heaven, wait. When did you even get inside?

Whatever. Deciding to play you sit down completing the circle, as Hawk who didn’t even notice you were here yet spun the bottle.

'Please don’t land on me' you repeated over nearly 100 times as everyone kept there eyes glued to the body. Low and behold the bottle landed on you.

Hawk's eyes travel up to you, excitement spreads through his eyes as he soon shuts it down not wanting others to witness.

You groan as you both get up and some random guy leads you into a small spaced closet before closing and locking the door setting a timer for seven minutes.

The first two minutes you both spent in awkward silence, soon giving up Hawk breaks "look Y/n I’m sorry for treating you the way I have" he says looking down guiltily.

"I never meant to hurt you or push you away.... I just wanted to impress you" Eli mumbles the last part.

"Eli.... what part of bullying people would impress me?" You question really wanting to know.

"It wasn’t meant to go this way.... why didn’t I just admit I was in love with you? Oh I know why. Because I was scared!" He yells, soon gasping as he realized he just spilled his secret.

You place a hand on his cheek "Eli.... I’m in love with you to" you say gently not wanting to alarm him.

"R-really?" He asks as his voice cracks.

"Really" you say nodding as you lean in just above his lips and kiss his scar.

"I love all of you" You smile softly as his cheeks redden, your Eli finally coming back.

"You missed" He says cheekily as he wastes no time in pressing his lips against yours closing the gap.

The kiss was slow, sweet, and genuine you knew Eli meant it through every little movement, until you both pull away "I’m only a fool for you"

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Hawk X Reader

Warnings? Partying! Violence! Hawk being well even more of an a**! Mentions of sex! CHEATING! Crying! Fake dating! Language!

Poison Love

Your phone ringing breaks you out of your humble nap you were taking after being in school all day. You groan, wondering who could possibly be calling you during your sleeping session.

Grabbing your phone from beside your bed you turn it over seeing the time being 5:00 pm, only had two hours of sleep. You had hoped for at least three hours of a beautiful nap but you knew it wouldn’t happen without any distractions.

Answering the phone, not even bothering to see who the caller ID belonged to you groaned "hello?" You ask in a husky voice because of your lovely nap you took.

"Hey Y/n! I’m having a party tonight at 6 can you come?" Moon asks excitedly through the phone, smiling you nod even though she can’t see it.

"Of course Moon! I’ll be there!" You exclaim excitedly, knowing you could never say no to Moon.

"Thanks Y/n, it’s going to be fun!" She squeals, you already knowing she is most likely jumping up and down of excitement.

Ending the call you slowly get out of bed, only having an hour to get ready. Picking out your favorite red dress you walk into the bathroom touching up your hair and outfits.

By the time you finished getting ready it was already 5:40 meaning you had enough time to drive to Moons without being late.

On the way to Moons house you get a call from Robby, pressing answer you put it on speaker keeping your eyes on the road because safe driving kids.

"Hey Robby" You say taking a left.

"Y/n hey, I need your help" Robby says as his voice fills with worry.

"Yeah? What’s wrong?" You ask curiously, worried for your friend.

"I need your help for picking out something for Sam for her birthday tomorrow, since you’re her best friend and know more about her" He asks curiously, hoping you would say yes.

"Of course!-" You sigh thanking that he wasn’t hurt, or wanted you to hide a dead body- which you totally would.... not do for him "-I’m on my way to Moons house for a party she’s having so how about we say hello and then we can leave together to pick her something up?" You suggest.

"Yeah! You are a life savor Y/n" Robby says releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You chuckle "I’m just looking out for my friends" you say pulling up in Moons drive way seeing half the kids from the school already with drinks and diving in the pool.

"Thank you!" He says before hanging up, grabbing your purse, you get out of your car before walking up to moon who is already talking and drinking with a bunch of girls from school.

Thats what you loved about Moon, she wasn’t mean or disliked by half of the school like Yasmin was. "Y/n!" Moon yells running towards you, spilling some of her drink in the red solo cup while doing so.

"Moon!" You say excitedly as you run to her with open arms, pulling her into a warming hug.

Letting go moon starts to explain where everything is "drinks are on the table over there, and food is inside in the kitchen" she explains as she kissed your cheek and runs off.

"Have fun!" Moon yells before running back to the girls she was previously talking to.

Walking around you find Hawk, your boyfriend laughing with some of his friends "hey babe" you say walking up to him.

Hawk turns around noticing your sweet voice "hello love" he says with a small smile as he pecks your lips and wraps you in a tight hug.

He keeps his arm wrapped around you until you both part your ways getting caught up in either talking to friends or laughing and play fighting.

Not to much time goes by before Robby turns up to the party grabbing his skateboard as he walks over to you. "Y/n! Hey, are you ready to go?" He asks from your previous conversation before.

"Yeah! Let me just text Eli real quick letting him know where I went!" You say with a smile on your face as you send a message to Hawk, telling him where you were going to be and what you were doing.

Meanwhile Tory has been watching you like a hawk waiting for you to get in the right situation so she could tell Eli that she caught you cheating so she could break you both up.

It’s not that she didn’t like you, she just thought of you as a threat as if you were trying to get Hawk to join the good side again. Of course it would be nice for you to have your Eli back but you couldn’t make him do anything. You would have to love and except who he is now and be honest with him.

Tory watches as you and Robby walks over to your call getting in and driving off together. This is what she wanted and now she finally has at least something to tell Hawk and get him to turn against you.

"So the mall?" You ask as you drive down the road off of Moons street.

"That’s the plan" Robby runs his hands on his pants nervously.

"What am I gonna say?" He asks nervously as he bites at his nail.

"Hey stop that" you demand slapping his hand from his mouth.

He sighs in defeat, "just tell her how you feel from the bottom of your heart" you suggest shrugging your shoulders.

"Here practice on me, think of me as if I was Sam" you say as you stop at a red light and turn to Robby.

"Okay.... Y/n L- I uh Samantha LaRusso I am completely and utterly in love with everything about you" he says seriously as you both stare at each others piercing eyes.

It was like gravity was pushing you two together as your faces got closer together, lips almost touching before you tear away turning back to the light which was now green causing you to press the gas.

"Okay so, that was good!" You stop for a moment "-what are you thinking about getting her?" You ask curiously.

"Uh I-" Robby clears his throat "-I don’t know, I want to get her something she doesn’t have and has always wanted but never bought" he says nervously messing with his fingers.

"Okay, I know she was talking to me about wanting a necklace. What’s your budget?" You ask as your mind keeps flooding back to almost kissing Robby.

"75 bucks...." Robby mumbles.

"Okay that perfect!" You say as you take a left before finding a place to park at the West Valley Mall.

Meanwhile at back at Moon's, "are you sure?" Eli asks as he feels his heart break at what he had just heard Tory tell him.

She told him that his girlfriend, the love of his life was kissing Robby and they left together looking as if they were hooking up.

"Yeah, I’m sorry dude..." Tory says 'sincerely' as she pulls a sad face.

Hawk turns around as he takes a deep breath, taking in this new information "you saw them, locking lips one on one?" He asks not wanting to believe it.

"Yeah, dude! They were going full on out!" Tory yells defensively.

"Well then how about we get back at her?" Eli smirks mischievously even though he could feel his heart breaking at the new found 'information'.

"What are you suggesting?" Tory asks with a small smirk.

"Sleep with me"

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"Here it is!" You squeal as you show Robby the beautiful necklace Sam had been having her eye on for a while now.

"Wow it’s beautiful" Robby says mesmerized.

"I know! She’ll love it!" You say happily.

"Uh how much is this?" Robby asks the cashier who walks over to us.

"You’re in luck! This is the last one, and it’s 50% off today!" She says cheeringly.

"The price was originally 69.99$ but since its 50% off today it will be 35.86$" She says pulling the stand out of the glass box.

"We’ll take it!" Robby says with a smile.

"Great! I’ll have it ready for you, would you like to pick which necklace box?" She asks walking over to the register as we follow.

"Sure..... that one" Robby says pointing to a black necklace box with gold around the edge and a rose one of Sams favorite flowers in the middle, all in gold.

"Wow, she’s one lucky girl" The lady says with a small cheeky wink as she rings it up.

"Thank you!" We both say in sync as she hands us the bag and receipt.

"Back to the party?" You ask curiously.

"I’m pretty tired, what time is it?" Robby asks as his brows furrow.

"Um- it can’t be to late-" you say grabbing your phone out, eyes widening at the time "-crap it’s eight o’clock already?!" You say confused, as it only had felt like a couple minutes.

Your face contorts as you see that Hawk hadn’t replied to your message or even read it.

As if on whether you get a message from Aisha "I’m so sorry Y/n..." it reads as she sends a picture of a naked Tory and Hawk making out in Moons bed.

Your heart breaks as your eyes become glossy, no. You weren’t going to cry over just any boy.... but he wasn’t just any boy he was what you felt as the love of your life.

"What is it Y/n?" Robby asks concerned as he noticed your whole mood change.

"Look" you say handing over your phone to Robby letting him see the picture.

"Oh my god... I’m so sorry, Y/n" he says as his heart breaks, how could anyone ever cheat or hurt someone as beautiful as you.

He hands your phone over to you exiting out of the picture so you didn’t have to see it "it’s not your fault" you say sniffling.

You take your phone from his hands, both your hands touch each others and you make eye contact. Looking back down you send a reply to Eli "it’s over, we’re over" you hit send as you shut your phone off.

"I did it" you reply as tears you couldn’t stop rolled down your cheek.

"Hey it’s okay come here" He says pulling you into a tight hug letting your tears fall out of his shoulder.

Using one hand he turns up the radio to which as if on cue one of your favorites 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' starts playing softly in the background.

Slowly you lift up your head, making eye contact with Robby as you both lean in once again. It felt right, you had always had a huge crush on him ever since high school and even some in high school. But you never told him in fear of him not liking you back.

Suddenly Robby’s lips press against yours as the soft music plays in the background.

You both pull away "I’m- I’m sorry Y/! I didn’t mean to take adva-" you cut him off.

"Hey- it’s okay Robby, I’ve been meaning to tell you something anyways" you say as you become hesitant not wanting to ruin your friendship.

"I used to really like you before high school, I had the biggest crush on you even sometime in high school" you say bashfully as you sit yourself up back in your seat.

"Really?!- i thought it was just me!" He yells, eyes wide.

"What?" You say confused.

"Yeah, Y/n I- you were my first love, even though I would NOT tell you in fear of a big fat slap in the face... oh and rejection" Robby says as a small blush appears on his face.

"Wow- who knows, if one of us told each other than we would most definitely be together right now" you say feeling your heart burst at the thought.

"But we can’t- can we?" He asks confused.

"Well, you like Sam and I don’t want to get between that and I.... I have Eli to worry about" you sigh.

"Okay, friends" Robby says hopefully.

"Always Keene" you smile.

"That kiss was amazing though, it kinda gave me the clarity I needed" You chuckle.

"Me too, Y/n. Thank you for... all of it tonight" He says bashfully.

"Of course anytime-" you stop feeling something wrong with that sentence "- well not k-" this time Robby interrupts you.

"I know what you mean" he chuckles.

"Hey, I know Sams not going to be at school because of a trip her dads supposed to take her on so how about we pretend to be together and see if we can get Hawk to speak up?" Robby suggests.

"That sounds- like a bada*s idea!" You chuckle causing Robby to laugh.

"It’s settled than.... girlfriend" He says with a small smirk.

"Alright boyfriend" you laugh.

Soon comfortable silence was all you heard as you dropped Robby off and drove yourself home, not even an hour later and you were home laying in your bed trying to get comfortable. You think about what tomorrow holds and you can’t help but be excited at Robby’s idea.

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Groaning you roll over to your alarm going off to which you hit stop, soon remembering what today holds. Getting up and in a new pair of clean clothes you do your daily routine and head off to school.

Entering the building you look over to see Hawk on one side of the hallway talking and laughing with his friends and in that moment your heart broke even more. The next hallway held Robby who waved at you excitedly as a boyfriend would normally do.

"Hey babe" Robby says pecking your cheek, catching the eye of Hawks friends who point you both out to Hawk.

Hawk turns around and immediately sees red as he sees both you and Robby laughing and smiling. Deciding to do something about it he walks up to you both, demandingly.

"What the f*ck are you doing with my girlfriend?" He asks angrily.

You turn around "your girlfriend?-" you yell walking up to his face "-I wasn’t the one f*cking Tori while your girlfriend was helping a friend out, so I am not your girlfriend" you say just as angry as him.

"Oh yeah? You call helping someone out by sucking their d*ck" He smirks crossing his arms.

"So what I kissed Robby? At least I had the decency to break up with you while I did" you scoff.

"Wait you what?" He says taking a step back.

"Look at your phone a*shat" you say rolling your eyes.

Eli furrows his brows before grabbing his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and finding your messages. His face twists into a bundle of emotions, first confused, then sad, and now guilty.

"Y/n, I did not know I am so sorry" He says as his voice cracks in between.

"Yeah well sorry doesn’t cut it, you were f*cking Tori in Moon's bed for crying out loud!" You yell causing Moon to spark up.

"What?" She shrieked running over to Hawk.

"My bed?" She asked not even giving him a chance to answer him before slapping him straight across the face.

"That was velvet!" Moon yells as Hawk holds his now red; and probably stinging cheek.

"I’m sorry okay Y/n, I- Tory told me that she caught you and Robby kissing and leaving together saying that she heard that you two were going to do more than that" He says angry at himself and Tory.

You scoff shaking your head "did you really expect me to believe that?" You ask bitterly.

"Tory, did you make this up tell me NOW!" Hawk yells out the last part causing me to jump along with the other students- wait- other students.

Just then I notice a circle around us full of students recording, some even had popcorn.... even some teachers were watching while eating.

Tory steps up, head held high "yes I did, and i proudly say that. She was a threat and needed to be gone" She says smirking.

"How was she a threat?!" Hawk yells now walking up to Tory and getting in her face.

"She was changing you into a goodie two shoes!" Tory yells defensively.

"You better be glad I don’t want to fight anyone physically right now" Eli growled.

"See! That’s what I’m talking about, if I had to sleep with you to get you two away from each other I did it!" She yells throwing her hands up in the air.

"Eli can we talk in private?" You ask sincerely.

Hawks back un-tenses as he turns to you, nodding. You grab his hand and lead him into a janitors closet, turning the light on "Eli, why did you do it?" You ask looking down.

"I-I wanted to get back at you, my heart shattered once Tory told me what she did and we’ll I wanted to make you feel like I did" he admits as he starts tearing up, finally breaking.

"I’m sorry" he whimpers. You pull him into a hug, now releasing your tears as you both cry on each others shoulders.

"Can you forgive me?" Eli whimpers out.

"I can’t forgive you just yet, but with time i will" you say.

"I love you and I’ll wait for you Y/n" He mumbles into your neck as his cry’s become harder.

"I guess we just have a Poison Love"

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Thank you @peachymelon69 for requesting I hope you love it!

Older Johnny Lawrence X Reader

Warnings? SEXUAL THEMES! Reader is 24! Teasing! mentions of beer! Insecure/jealous Johnny! And Language!

One In A Billion

  Walking out of the little store close by Johnny's dojo you grip the bag firmer so it doesn't fall, you grabbed some snacks along with Johnny's famous Coors Banquet Beer that he always drinks.

  Of course you don't promote him drinking, but you can't tell him what to do either but you do keep him in his place.

  Hearing the bell ring as you open the door to the dojo causes you to smile, Johnny had worked so hard for this and he deserved this. Even if his only student was Miguel, he was still a lovely young boy.

  Johnny walks out of his office with his gi on, "hey love" he says as a smile appears on his lips.

  "Hey handsome, I got some snacks and some of your famous Coors as well" you reply as you open the bag.

  "How nice of you L/n" he says as he walks closer, seeing a slim Jim peep out of the bag.

  "Is that what I think it is?" Johnny questions with a smirk.

  "It is" you all but giggle, something you only found yourself doing around Johnny.

  You grab the slim Jim out of the bag handing it over to him before walking in the back room and putting the beers in the empty fridge with a couple snacks you bought as well. Leaving the other slim Jim's on Johnny's desk of course.

  "Hey, how about you teach me some of your.... karate ways" You suggest walking where the office door is, leaning on the frame.

  "You want to learn karate?" He asks surprised.

  "But of course" You say smiling as you see Johnny throwing away the empty slim Jim pack.

  "Alright get over here, but prepare for me to beat your a*s" He chuckles as you walk over onto the mat, already had taken your shoes off once you came in.

  "Alright get in the stance" He orders as he gets in his form.

  Quickly getting into the famous karate form seeing Johnny and Miguel do it many times, Johnny starts to speak "alright now I'm going to go easy on y-" but before he could finish his sentence you strike first.

  Sweeping your leg under his, you twist your legs together causing both you and Johnny to tumble on the floor. Him under you while you straddle his waist on top.

  Pending him down by the arms you lean closer to his face "strike first, strike hard" you recite as your chest rises up and down.

  Johnny looks taken aback, soon a small smirk appears on his lips. "Yeah? Where'd you learn that?" He taunts.

  "Oh I watch you and Miguel, I know my ways" you tease letting your guard down.

  Johnny's smirk grows wider as he flips your legs and straddles your waist, now dominating you.

  "Rule number one, never let your guard down" Johnny says his eyes piercing through yours.

  Leaning down he places small kisses on your neck here and there, soon getting more confident as he starts to suck and bite at your sweet spot causing you to let out a moan as a red hickey appears to the old one from three days ago that laid beside it.

  "Johnny..." you moan as he trails kisses farther to your stomach, lifting up your shirt peppering little kisses anywhere he can reach.

  Regaining your composure you smirk as you lift Johnny back up to your face flipping him over, using both of your legs to block his and both of your arms to block his hands.

  "Didn't think I'd let you off that easy would you?" You ask raising your brow suggestively.

  "Not at all" Johnny comments as his side smile only grows more.

  Leaning down you press your lips against his, still holding him down. Not letting your guard down one bit this time, pressing your lips against his lips harder you press your chest up against his as you let one of his hands free which he lets wander to your middle playing with the soft material of your shirt, rubbing small circles in place.

  Breaking the kiss, you let both of you catch a breath before you release Johnny offering him a hand to which he takes as you pull him up.

  "Alright give me your worst" You say confidently, using your hands as gestures.

  Johnny shakes his head as he chuckles before getting into fighting stance, you following behind. Johnny strikes a punch to which you block by pushing his hand aside and ducking your head to the left striking a kick to his side catching him off guard.

  "Wow I'm convinced you're better than me" He comments holding his side.

  "No, you're think king at bada*s karate" you joke half serious and half not.

  "I am pretty good aren't I?" He asks cockily.

  "Alright calm yourself" you joke with a small laugh.

  "That was a good kick though, keep it up" he compliments.

  "Why thank you" you blush.

  Striking first you decide to land another kick to which this time Johnny grabs and pulls you closer towards his body still holding your leg, wrapping it around his waist for you.

  You squeal of surprise-meant as he wraps his hand around your throat gently, not enough to hurt but enough to make you needy.

  "Nice try love, but you're going to have to do better than that" He whispers huskily, as he tilts your head back placing his lips onto yours gently before letting go on both your leg and neck.

  You try to regain your breathing as you notice you were almost panting. You smile as you shake your head, "you're something Lawrence" you comment cheekily.

  Johnny chuckles as he walks closer to you, rubbing his thumb gently over the mark he created minutes earlier that claimed you as his.

  "How about we go get a burger or something" Johnny suggest as he grabs your hand pulling you into him.

  "I'd like that very much" you say bashfully.

  "I call dibs on paying" you say before he could.

  Johnny's mouth gapes open at this "what no! I'm paying" he defends set on his 'statement'.

  "No. I. Am. Paying." You say stoping before each word, demandingly.

  Johnny groans knowing you can be a difficult one "but-" you cut him off before he could finish.

  "No buts, I'm paying... i am 100% the man in this relationship" you joke.

  Johnny fake gasps "no fair" he sighs finally giving up in defeat knowing he couldn't get through to you.

  "Great!" You jump in excitement as you grab his hand kissing his cheek.

  "I'll drive us" you say tugging him to the exit.

  "-wait let me change first" he goes to turn around.

  "What? No, you like handsome" you pout as you let go of his hand.

  "I am not getting burger juice all on my gi" Johnny states sassily, as you laugh at the term 'burger juice'.

  "Okay miss sassy pants" you joke as he walks to his office.

  "At least let me watch" you walk over to the office as well.

  "In your dreams baby" He says with a wink as his smirk grows causing you bottom lip to poke out in a pout, sighing in defeat as he closes the door.

  Not even two minutes later Johnny comes out of the office with a green checkered flannel, jeans and a white t shirt.

"Ready now?" You tease holding your hand out for him.

"Yeah, let’s go" Johnny says grabbing your hand gently swinging your intertwined hands back and forth.

Not even twenty minutes later and you two arrived at the famous burger joint around here. Stepping out of the car both you and Johnny walk towards the door, Johnny rushes to the door pulling it open for you.

You bow "why thank you my king" you joke as you walk in, holding the door for Johnny.

You both walk up to the cashier, who is a young boy that looks about four years younger than you. "Hello" you say sweetly.

The boy who’s name is 'Chad' on the name tag looks up, before taking a glance at you he smirks not even noticing Johnny beside you.

"What can I get for you pretty lady?" He asks suggestively.

You cringe internally at the name "um, we’ll take-" you start before being interrupted by Johnny.

"Yeah we’ll take the 2 triple burgers and a side of stop flirting with my girlfriend-" he starts before you nudge his shoulder "-please..." he finishes causing you to giggle.

Chad looks up with a disgusted look "who the h*ll are you old man?" He questions.

Sighing you itch the collar of your shirt down revealing your dark love bites which you totally didn’t do on purpose.

Almost immediately Chad backs down "er, I’ll have that ready for you. It’s on the house" he says awkwardly.

"Yeah I bet it is" Johnny says as he glares daggers into Chads soul.

You thought it was cute how he was jealous and how he stuck up for you, but you didn’t know that a part of him was insecure because he felt like he was to old for you now that Chad a younger ''better looking'' boy was interested in you... he felt like he was pulling you down.

A couple minutes later Chad brings back your orders which he put on the house and a 'complimentary' milkshake for you both.

Walking out hand in hand you both get in your car, noticing immediately how Johnny didn’t grab a burger out the bag caught you off guard.

Furrowing your brows you turn to Johnny seeing him resting his hand on his arm looking out the window.

"What’s wrong handsome?" You question turning your full view to him.

"Nothing....-" he stops for a moment before hesitantly turning to you "wouldn’t you like someone you know....? Younger?" Johnny finishes as that insecure feeling comes back.

"What? No! I don’t want anyone else but you Johnny" you say defensively as you grab his hand.

"But-" he starts but you cut him off not wanting to hear it.

"No Johnny- I-" you stop, this is the moment you would tell Johnny that you loves him. You guys had never said the 'L' word before so you wouldn’t know how he would react "-I love you, and I promise I’m not going anywhere I’ll stick with you through the good and the bad" you say lovingly.

Johnny’s eyes widen and for just the tinniest moment you thought you shouldn’t have said it yet "I love you to Y/n, I might not be able to give you much but- I’m here" he says as his face softens.

You lean over pressing a kiss to his lips, "now, eat your burger" you giggle as you hand it to him.

"Great, I’m starving" he says grabbing it and going ham.

You grab your milkshake and take a sip, enjoying the thick delicious taste "Why don’t you suck me like that" Johnny suddenly says with a smirk on his face as he watches you drink some of the vanilla milkshake causing you to choke, some of the milkshake running down your chin.

"Johnny!" You yell as a laugh escapes your lips.

"D*mn" he says as he watches the milkshake drip off your chin, slowly taking a bite of his burger in the process.

"Oh my gosh!"

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Thank you @peachymelon69 for requesting! Also thank you for helping me with the title! I hope you enjoy! Requests are always open! I love this one so much! It is by far my favorite!

Hawk X Reader

Warnings? Language and fighting! Spoiler for season three last episode!

Final Strike

You would be lying if you said everything with Cobra Kai, Miyagi Do, and Eagle Fang wasn’t hectic. Robby joining Cobra Kai, Hawk coming back on the good side which was a good thing considering you finally had your Eli back.

Though he may be in the form of Hawk, he was still your Eli before karate. It was just another normal hot and sweaty day in Encino LA, training you did not want to do but it was very much needed seeing as the all valley tournament was coming up in less than a couple months.

You needed all the training you could get seeing as you were going to have to go up against Cobra Kai. Krease was teaching them how to kill and strike where it hurts, not karate.

Grabbing your gym back full of extra clothes, and a couple water bottle's you head for your front door getting ready to walk to Miyagi DoJo where, Johnny and Daniel finally came together. Combining both Eagle Fang and Miyagi Do together.

You wondered how it was going to work, both Daniel and Johnny had different karate styles but you knew they would come through eventually. Well they would have to if you guys wanted to show Cobra Kai who the bosses were and win the all valley tournament.

Closing the front door you make your way down the steps of your porch walking on the sidewalk. Suddenly your phone buzzes signaling you got a message.

Grabbing your phone out of your bag you look at your Home Screen to see a text from none other than your beautiful boyfriend Eli.

Which read 'hey love, what time are you coming to the DoJo' even though he called you nicknames through texts you still couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest and stomach.

You were about to reply before a black jeep comes flying with blaring music your way, it slams on breaks preventing you from the walking or going around.

Putting your phone in your bag you look up furrowing your brows as to what was going on. Soon you see Tory, Kyler, and the other gang of Cobra's open the doors and rush out slamming the doors back shut. The one person you didn’t see was Robby which confused you but you were sure you were going to have to fight so that was the least of your worry’s as of now.

"Hey b*tch, where do you think you’re going~" Tory says smirking as they all swarm you in a circle.

"None of your business" you say back, cursing yourself for your back talking....in a way.

She laughs evilly "oh, I know where you’re off to. With those little, Eagle fangs and Miyagi do quitters" she says walking closer.

"Well we’re going to give Hawk something to remember for turning on us" She says before right hooking you.

That was the final strike for you, you were going to give her a taste of what she gave to Sam. You run towards Tory pushing her against the jeep, breaking the little circle they created around you slamming her back into the truck creating a noticeable dent on the side.

Turning you around Tory throws you to the ground kicking your sides, as do the others. You put all of the pain aside in using your feet kicking it under Tory's causing her to fall.

Rushing back up while all the other Cobras help Tory up you get in a fighting stance.

"You’re dead b*tch" She yells as launches for you pushing you into a tree causing you to groan arching your back from the pain.

Giving up you throw her on the ground once more as your body slides down the tree on it’s on, tired. Tory gets up with a groan, "pathetic" she says as she rolls up her sleeves "goodnight" she smirks as she punches you in the face one last time causing your head to hit the tree.

Falling to the side your vision becomes blurry "come on, we’re done here" Tory says to the other Cobras before loading up the jeep and driving off.

Groaning you roll over on your back, trying to get your vision back to normal. You stay there for a few minutes, your whole body sore. Deciding you should finally make your way to Miyagi do you slowly get up.

Feeling a pain rush through your back "that’s definitely leaving a mark" you say to your self as you limp over to your back bending over to pick it up.

Definitely not the kind of limp you wanted, you keep walking down the side walk. Probably getting side glances from people while doing so.

The walk to Miyagi do was only a couple minutes but it felt like hours. Opening the gates you see both Johnny, and Daniel training their classes together.

Eli’s the first to notice you, as you drop your bag off to the side "Y/n!" He calls out, running to your side catching everyone’s attention causing them to gasp.

"I’m fine" you say as Hawk comes up to you grabbing your hands as you almost fall, feeling your head spinning around in circles.

"Obviously you are not" He apposes as he helps you to a chair sitting toy down, going to grab you a water.

"Y/n? What happened?" Daniel asks worriedly.

"Oh nothing, just Cobras being cobras" you say hissing as your back cracks in places you never knew could crack.

"Wait was Robby in on it?" Johnny asks coming closer.

"No, he wasn’t there. Doubt he knew" you respond bluntly as Eli rushes back out handing you a water bottle.

"What happened?" He asks sharply.

"Cobra Kai happened" Daniel responds to Eli so you don’t have to, noticing your look of pain.

A twist of anger contorts on Hawks face "I’m going to kill them" he says gritting his teeth as he gets up staring for the gate.

"No Eli" You call out for him rushing towards him, ignoring the screaming pain.

"Please don’t" you say stopping him.

"I just want you to stay here with me please" you plead as he turns around, all that anger gone now as his face softens up.

"I-I’m sorry, they just- I- they can’t just hurt you like that and expect to get away with it" He mumbles looking down as you walk over to him pulling him into a much needed hug.

"I know, but there’s nothing we can do right now" You mumble into his chest as his scent hits your sense of smell to which you smile at.

He walks you over to the chair sitting down, pulling you in his lap running his hands through your hair. "I love you Y/n, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there. It’s my fault" he says guiltily.

"Hey, no it’s not you didn’t know, I didn’t know" you say grabbing a hold of his cheek and placing a small gentle kiss upon his beautiful silky lips.

No matter how many times you do that his cheeks will always turn a shade of red.

"I’m sorry this happened Y/n" Daniel says walking up to you.

"It’s okay Sensei LaRusso, Sensei Lawrence it wasn’t either of your faults" You say going to stand up, but Eli stops you not wanting you to hurt yourself anymore. Giving you puppy eyes as to say be careful you smile.

"It’s okay Eli, I’m okay" you say causing him to release you so you could make your way to Daniel.

Once you do Daniel enguffles you in a tight warming hug, causing you to let out a surprising Yelp only before hugging back.

"I’m sorry to Y/n" You hear Johnny say after a long silence.

Pulling away from the hug with Daniel you limp over to Johnny pulling him into a hug catching him off guard only to smile softly and hug you back slowly.

"It’s okay Sensei, it wasn’t your fault" You reply giving Johnny a sense of relief.

"Now give me my girlfriend" Hawk says sternly causing the whole class including Daniel and Johnny to burst into laughter.

"I’m coming, I’m coming" you joke as you pull away from the hug limping over to Eli.

"Grandma" Johnny jokes trying to lift up the tension more.

It worked.

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Thank you @rosiahills22 for requesting! I hope you enjoyed!