aegon comes home from his meetings to see his spouse & twins
married!reader, fluff with the twins, everybody is safe and happy, no pronouns for reader
You watched as your children slept in their beds, the dim candlelight illuminating their small figures underneath their elegant green blankets." Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, spitting images of their father. Inheriting more than simply his visage, they were troublemakers, a trait their father actively encouraged. A long day pestering the Lords that tried to court Aegon’s favor had evidently tuckered the twins out.
The nursery door creaked open as Aegon stepped in lightly, his face breaking into a wide smile as he took in the sight of the sleeping twins. He slipped to your side, his arm looping around your back and gently pulling you closer to him.
“Did you put them to sleep without me?”
“If you hadn’t tired them out so, perhaps they would have been able to stay up a little later.”
“There would be no fun in that.”
A comfortable silence fell in the room, the only sound being the calm, rhythmic breathing of your twins. Aegon traced gentle circles on your side as he reveled in the moment. His family, safe and content.
Aegon leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your temple. “I love you, and the kids.” His voice was a hushed whisper, thick with emotion.
“You’re being sweet tonight,” you murmured softly.
“I just… never thought I’d feel this. This love for my family,” he whispered, as though confessing a secret in the night. “I would do anything for you all.” His grip tightened slightly. A fierce whisper of devotion.
You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against his skin. “We love you too, Aegon.” His eyes brightened at your response, a soft smile curving his lips.
You leaned into his embrace, watching as the candlelight’s soft glow flickered over Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Aegon’s ascension to the throne had changed so much. Late mornings lounging in bed together had given way to early council meetings that stretched well into the afternoon. Despite all the turmoil, you knew he would be your husband, the father of your children, your protector. Here in the candlelight, you knew Aegon would always come home.
Katakuri is 48 years old, so what if he actually acts like it? (headcanons below the cut)
he uses readers to read books because he can’t see up close very well anymore. they’re custom made for him and very comfortable. he keeps them nestled in his forearm via mochi.
he regularly reads nonfiction about architecture. finds it relaxing. it fascinates him and gives him inspiration on how to build his mochi structures in creative new ways. his primary fascination is wano architecture, as he enjoys imitating the shape of a hogyo styled roof.
he has worked on some architectural/carpentry projects on komugi island because he prefers to do things himself. he also enjoys gardening, baking, and miniature crafting. he has a lot of little hobbies he’s quite good at but you’d never know. he doesn’t really talk about it.
after years of training he’s become quite good at knowing what his limits are, but this doesn’t mean he’s invincible. he occasionally gets injured during training, but it’s only because he tests his ability to react without observation haki. he would never admit to it, however.
he also sometimes get neck and back aches from sleeping standing up. it was bound to happen. again, he’d never openly admit it. the facade that he’s perfect benefits him and his family, so the truth can be concealed.
the donuts he gets for merienda are custom ordered. this is partially because his digestive system isn’t what it used to be, so the chefs expertly supplement his treats with fiber and protein. they assume this is part of some sort of special training diet. but really he just struggles with digestive issues, sugar is power but sugar also needs to be supplemented by nutrients to maintain some level of regularity.
his control over his image also extends to control over his environment. if someone changes the temperature in his office he will immediately notice and find who did it.
actually has some strange odds and ends stored inside his body (to later be stored in his residence) because it “could be useful someday.” he’s not wrong. sometimes he has just the exact random thing for the job, and that’s what makes him perfect.
When the elevator door opens into the room of coffins, Wakaba finds the person she confessed her deepest feelings and anger to is a young man that embodies how she perceives both Utena and Saionji. His appearance--one so similar to the two most important people in her life--draws her to him. However, Mikage readily manipulates her adoration of both Saionji and Utena so that Wakaba willingly takes the final steps to turn into a Black Rose duelist.
(A gift written for a member of the Empty Movement server for the 2023 Secret Santa gift exchange)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Linked Universe - Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Time & Wind (Linked Universe), Hyrule & Wind (Linked Universe), Warriors & Wind (Linked Universe)
Characters: Wind (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Hyrule (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Wild (Linked Universe), Legend (Linked Universe)
Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, don't say i'm not good to you, Sacrifice, Bargaining, Sickfic, Brotherly Love, Time is Dad, Wind is stubborn as heck and you cannot convince me otherwise, Wars has no time for your bs Time, a certain NPC makes an appearence... but not as you know him..., Wild is angy, Time is a bit of hypocrite honestly, and yes, Hugs, not beta read we die like [REDACTED]
Summary:
Come little hero...
His ear flickered. The voice. It was... calling him.
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While being forced to take a break for being ill while travelling, Wind hears a voice beckoning him to follow it. When it leads him into serious danger, Time makes a big sacrifice to save him.
Or:- Wind has a bad time, Time is dad as always and I found an excuse to flesh out a LoZ NPC: The Fic.
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A fic that was inspired by a dream I had a few months ago and morphed into me just being really mean to Wind I’m sorry. But he gets hugs in the end I promise <3
Jyugo, Uno, Rock and Nico goes to Disneyworld in Paris
Nico and Jyugo ends up waiting outside since Nico wasn´t feeling too well to take some of the bigger rides, and he didn´t want to wait alone, so Jyugo ended up joining him on his request. Rock and Uno goes in the line that goes inside the house which is seperated from the outside, where the ride is. Rock said that it wasn´t going to be as bad as the Indiana Jones ride they took not too long ago, Uno still wasn´t sure if this was a good idea, so he just grabs a hold of Rocks hand.
They wave goodbye to Jyugo and Nico who are waiting outside, eating ice cream while waiting for them to return. Rock and Uno steps inside the seperated room where quiet music is playing, calming Uno more down. `Hey, this isnt that bad` he thought to himself, taking back his hand from Rock who was snickering at Uno. The two of them followed the line like everyone else, following them into a darker room with some flashes being flashed around them, the music turns louder.
This might be fun, Uno thought to himself again, untill he stepped a few steps more into the darker room, the car speeded so fast it seemed like a flash before his eyes, the screaming from the women echoed in his head, he almost felt like his heart stopped.
On the outside however, the faint scream of someone could be heard all the way through the walls where two fellow inmates were sitting on a bench together, enjoying themself
unfinished katakuri x reader in my drafts, should I finish it??
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A special occasion for the two of you, and on a typical night, you’d have a nice dinner or watch a film. But this night? You decided to do something a little crazy.
You’d promised Katakuri a night he’d remember, punctuated with the promise of fresh, kitchen-baked donuts. But what you didn’t tell him…
You looked in the mirror as you tightened the apron around your waist, squishing your chest and emphasizing the curves in your form. Perfect, you thought to yourself, with a light-hearted air. You chuckled, embarrassed by your own boldness. But you wanted to do something special for your favorite donut lover—why not try something different?
You heard the front door open and close, quietly as you’ve come to realize is characteristic of him. Despite his stature, he’s a gentle man. You called out to him.
“Kata, that you? Could you come sit down in the kitchen?”
“…Yes.”
You scampered away into the restroom to check your appearance and build some anticipation. One last check in the mirror and you’re feeling pretty embarrassed—but you know how he feels about you. He’ll be happy even if I feel silly.
Walking as quietly into the kitchen as you can, you attempted to look sexy with a funny walk to accentuate your features. But the second you saw his face, it was clear to you that he already knew about the surprise. His face was red and he was uncomfortably balling his fists, and to top it all off, he was intentionally looking away from you. He used future sight.
Katakuri's exceptional ability was a double edged sword. His self-restraint was unparalleled, but he was an absolute criminal when it came to spoiling surprises. His future sight was an extension of his being—it’s not something he often thought to turn off. So it frustrated you sometimes because he’d fuck up your timing…but in the end, you got the result you wanted. A beet red lover set to panic mode at the vision of your body in just a baking apron.
You kept your cool and moved toward him, swaying and calling his name sweetly.
“My dear Kata…” you called out.
He swallowed and slowly turned his head toward you. Such an adorably awkward man…
You crawled up to sit upon his lap, making sure to brush against his body in all the right ways. He swallowed again, looking at your face just inches away.
“Are you ready?”
“…For what?” Katakuri asked, but he licked his lips in anticipation. He placed his hand on your waist, wrapping his fingers entirely around you.
“For me to bake you some donuts, silly!” You backed up, loosening his grip on your waist. “No touching yet.”
