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amphibiahawks321 · 5 months

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Paimon : Wow! So let Paimon get this straight you beidou and Ningguang were friends when you guys were kids?!

M!Reader : Weeeeeeeeeell sort of a friends it was tough making beidou and Ningguang get along as kids but they manage to learn to tolerate each other

Aether : And when you guys were still toddlers Your family had to move out to Mondstadt?

M!Reader : Yeah.... Mom and dad wanted to raise me in a town of freedom and peace you guys should've seen Beidou's reaction when she heard the news she was in the verge of crying like a river

Paimon : Wow did they think Liyue is a bad place?

M!Reader : Definitely no, they just think Mondstadt is safer considering the place looks very welcoming and comfy

Aether : Can't Blame your parents for that one

M!Reader : But now I'm back living on my own! And this place is still awesome just like in the past

Paimon : Wow so did Ningguang and beidou know you were coming back

M!Reader : Yeah they heard a certain someone is coming back to live in Liyue and apparently they just had to see if it was me and let me tell you I did NOT expect both of them to become so famous and rich

Paimon : must've been quite a shock for you

M!Reader : It really was finding out Ning is the tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and beidou being a cool badass pirate was just so shocking

Paimon : What did you guys did when you guys reunited?

M!Reader : We hung out for a couple of months I also got the privilege of going to the Jade chamber uninvited

Paimon&Aether : Cool!

M!Reader : But then one day Ning invited me and Beidou for a huge party in the Jade chamber she said to me it's okay not to wear anything fancy considering y'know..... I'm not as rich and she is 💧^v^

Aether : luckyyyyyyyy

M!Reader : [blushes] W-well [Cough] the party was pretty fun but then Ning and Beidou need to discuss something with me [Cough] i-inside a room........ [cough] privately

Paimon : Oooooo! They must've given you an awesome amount of Moras as a gift!

M!Reader : [Blushes even harder] W-well....

[Flashback]

[M!Reader woke up feeling a bit deezy]

[Sits down]

M!Reader : W-wow what h-happened?

M!Reader : W-why am I on a bed?

[looks at himself]

[IMMEDIATELY BLUSHES]

M!Reader : And where the heck are all of my clothes!? 0//////0❗❓ And a-are these....

[Checks his entire body]

M!Reader : hickies and bite marks!? Jeez I'm covered in them!

[He looks around to see Beidou on his left side and Ningguang on his right side sleeping peacefully......Also without all their clothes on]

[IMMEDIATELY REMEMBERS]

M!Reader : Oh.....my.....goodness we did a threesome💧0///////0❗❗

#reader x genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #male reader #genshin impact #beidou x reader #reader x beidou #ningguang x reader #reader x ningguang

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emojellyace08 · 8 months

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"Lookism Men x Reader (When you're sick/not feeling well PART 2)"

A/N: I'm back from the dead after days of not posting :) :/. Warnings: getting sick, over fatigue, colds/fever, passing out, overall not feeling well Genre: fluff ☁️Reader is gender neutral (and in an established relationship with the character of choice :)

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Hudson Ahn (Ahn Hyun-Seong)

He won't be so fazed with you being sick but he's still worried deep inside. Taesoo might even whoop his ass out if he didn't attend his training because of him taking care of you. Now now, don't feel guilty about it. Hudson looks like he's hating every inch of him babying you but he actually finds it relaxing to do something else other than punching rocks on the woods (but he still hoped that you don't get sick he hates it seeing you very unwell).

He knows that you'll get dizzy and limping or you'll catch a cold especially if you have a weak immune system but Hudson will still scold you like calling you an "idiot" for being careless if you're being to stubborn to get help lmao.

Hudson will be the type of "Don't ask for my help if you're going to act like this for being stupid." but then he'll 100% look out and take care for you when you're not feeling well lol. He'll buy facemasks and your medicine for you to get better soon and he probably knows how to cook so you can rely on him when your sick and pretty much screwed up. And he will clean up the place once you're feeling better since he doesn't want to fell ill either, he has other businesses to do.

"You have a fever". "Wha-" "You have a fever". Hudson bitterly answered as you are tucked on the bed like a little toddler, pouting at your boyfriend's disappointed reaction as he sighs at you trying to pull out the puppy-eye card. Though you indeed look very cute, he still can't help but to cringe at you trying to calm down his nerves right now. "Don't act like this or I'll literally going to leave you here." he tries to tease threaten you while you pleaded him with that sparkly eyes and holding his hand with all of your strength despite feeling physically numb. "Wait! I'm just kidding!" you protested as you coughed because of your sore throat killing you right now. "Then why didn't you listened when I told you to get some rest. You could have passed out or something might happened even worse to you." he flicked your forehead gently making sure it won't hurt you, but you still reacted too much pretending it hurts just makes him laugh. You really are an idiot at times.

Hudson's probably a kuudere? It's no surprise if he's celebrating his victory inside when you hold his hand on your dates lmao. Now he'll get a bit overprotective of you even at the least problematic of things. It might not be obvious but he cares about you so much.

Eli Jang (Jang Hyun)

Overprotective dad = Overprotective boyfriend/husband. Now he has to multi-task to take care of you and Yenna (but Sally and Warren will help him out so it will make him more relieved).

This man would be worried af. I wouldn't be surprised if he scolded your ass once again. Since he's already stressed out with the crews, you getting sick just makes him anxious more. But don't worry too much Eli would not point the blame on you, but please you just got to be careful at times since he's mostly not available :(.

But Eli has more experience in taking care of his someone than the rest of the men in this list. He knows what medicine and food you should take/consume, he would keep an eye on you almost 24/7 and he would NOT let leave you on his bed unless if you need to use the rest room (you got to recharge your energy y'know). And it's no surprise that despite getting worried at times, he's always ready with situations like this. He already has the alcohol/hand sanitizers, cough syrups and face masks in his bag. This man is your personal nurse lmao.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" he glared at you as you made eye contact with his heavy and tired ones while you get yourself a fresh cup of water. And him carrying Yenna while he cooks breakfast and him boiling water to get your tea ready. "Uh I was just-" "You could have called me when you need something. You're just exhausting yourself go back to bed." he scolded you as you sighed and went back to your bedroom with Sally checking your temperature with a thermometer. "Sooo, am I feeling better now?" you asked in a cheeky matter as Sally sighed and showed you the results. "Not really. You still need to rest a lot. Eli's been stressed lately so you got to feel better and do your best." she stated as the blonde strawberry-haired lady ruffled your hair to make you feel better before leaving. After minutes, heck even hours of being alone on the bed getting consumed by your own thoughts Eli is back with your food, tea and medications ready. "Food is here" "Oh um yeah. Let me just-" you were about to get up when Eli placed the food tray on the small table in your bedroom and helped you get up by placing your pillow properly to support your head and back. "Am I a burden?" you asked him with a hint of worrying in your voice. "What do you mean by that? Of course not." he stated as he sat down on the chair beside as you avoid eye contact. "You've been doing a lot for Hostel. You take care of me and Yenna, you study and fight your ass off, even getting hurt because of the Workers. You've been doing so much for us." you answered honestly making your boyfriend sigh. "I know. But I chose to and I'm doing this to protect our family, especially you and Yenna. It may be exhausting but you're not a burden to me. So don't overthink too much love."

10/10 Boyfriend (still mentally unstable, but he's still nice if it's not on the Hostel arc lol).

Warren Chae (Chae Won Seok)

Not the best caregiver but also not the worse?

But don't get me wrong Warren will still do his best when you got sick. Though he may or may not scold you a lot or he'll just sigh, witnessing your terrible state.

He'll be the type to forget that you're sick and order a box of your favorite fast-food even when you have stomach cramps/diarrhea because he cares about your cravings so much 😭. "Y/N! (I bought some) fried chicken!" you heard your boyfriend call out for you in a cheerful tone as he carries a box of freshly cooked chicken of your favorite brand along with other sweets and placing it on the wooden table. Sally can't help but to pout at him for being a bit forgetful at times. "Warren, didn't the doctor told you that she/he is not allowed to eat too much calories today?" "Yeah, didn't you remember that silly head?" you teased your boyfriend as he stands there dumb founded as his mind travels into different dimensions, he's just really stupid at times. "Wait wha- 👁️👄👁️. Oh shit, sorry I forgot to buy your medicine! Don't worry I'll come back here!" Trust me he'll look goofy af when he tries to run away bc he'll probably forget to bring his wallet with Sally screeching at the top of her lungs to get back since he doesn't have any money with him.

But the dedication in this man when he likes someone is actually really impressive. If he really cares, he'll make sure to give justice to his affection towards you. He'll stay up all night taking care of you even if it takes his own health at risk, he just wants to see you better.

I'm going to say that Warren is an overall a green flag most of the times. He may be somehow a bit dumb but he (along with Hudson ; I guess) are more emotionally well than the rest of the dudes in this list I guess (I'm literally roasting Eli and Johan at this point).

Johan Seong (Seong Yohan)

Also a kuudere like Hudson. Johan will call you a dumbass for getting sick in different languages at this point.

It might not be obvious, but he'll also be worried if his someone is not feeling well. It may look like that it's just a common cold but it reminds him of his mom. Now she's struggling with her eyesight and him seeing you trying your best to get better just makes him a bit sad at this point.

It can be a bit surprising, but Johan knows about this stuff. His mom used to work at her salon a lot, causing her to have back pains at times and he likes to help her out while he listens to her rambles about her day (this is kind of a bit too cute and sad for a headcannon). He may not initiate it often since he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but the moment that it looks like you really need it he won't hesitate to help you out. "Does your shoulders hurt?" you heard your boyfriend ask you as you tried to rotate your shoulders to ease the pain. But considering how observative the brunette male is, he decided to ask you about it since it can be a bother when you're trying to study/work. "Yeah, would you mind?" "Oh, sure come here." >333 L:JD:LKJ:LAJKD. He'll also give advices to fix your posture so you wouldn't have to ask him for another remedial session especially when he's busy lmao. "Y/N I told you to not crouch when you're sitting. You're literally going to kill your spine at this point". he scolded you once again as he gently approached your shoulders and massage you. "Sorry love, I was just too focused on work/doing my homework I guess." "You just probably love my hands a bit too much..." "JOHAN!" (Johan on the outside: -_- Johan on the inside: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He also knows about your medications and what you should eat. He would scold you like Eli if you move too much when you're dizzy while looking you with that dead ass eyes. "Dummyhead, go back to bed you're still sick -_-".

It may looks like that he's hating every inch of these moments with you together, but it can be a bit fun and stressful memory for him. Making him chuckle and tease you with those pretty eyes when he recalls about it.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism fic #eli jang x reader #warren chae x reader #johan seong x reader #hudson ahn x reader

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hungriestheidi · 2 months

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hi mi amor, 13 + sebchal

semi-victorian inspired lesbian sebchal shenanigans ahead

The yarrow grows wild just a few steps away from the pond. Clusters of white flowers like the embroideries on the skirt of a bride. The sky is grey and her knees ache as she stands up. Seb has always had a lot of agility in her, but lately it has been hard to keep up.

She would blame it on her youth slipping away, she's thirty two and before she turned twenty she had three babies that shared the nunnery on the second floor. All are gone now, boarding school pupils with their big blue eyes mirroring hers.

Her oldest is a little lord, that's what happens when your turn to a widow at twenty five and have to raise a small man to take care of a big estate. It's all so fast, so new, so sudden.

Last year, she took a new maid. After Max married off to a banker from the city, her father's doing, Seb was alone in a too big state and she needed help.

The girl is tall and lanky, has a nice smile and eyes bright and beautiful like a deer. Charles, the only girl of the Leclerc family, jewel makers and merchants living in the hill behind the port, wealthy and educated. It was was she needed, a clever girl to keep her alive when the sky was too grey.

And her affection for Charles only deepened as the months passed. The girl was beautiful, she kept all her secrets and at one point Sebastian forgot the girl was helping her undress for bed, let her hands of long slender fingers curl around her waist, reach timidly to cup her jaw.

When they kissed, Sebastian remembered if only for a moment that Charles was a young inexperienced if all too eager girl and she was a dowager lady who had been through a lifetime of whispering fabric in the boudoirs of her friends.

Kimi had known her first, then Fernando, all the girls she loved to play with as a child had become girls she learned to be a woman with. Then she married Mark, a lord with a nice smile and a large appetite for sex, when Charles was nothing but a toddler in her mother's lap.

They kissed more after that, eventually sharing a bed and a night, a sunrise, a sunset, a wine drunk afternoon in the gardens. It had been a lifetime ago that Seb was alone and now... now there is hope and yarrow growing by the pond.

She goes to stand, the scent of rain clogs her nostrils and for a moment all is fine. Then she hears Charles' voice as the ground loses itself. Her knees find the soil, then her hands, the yarrow he picked crushed under her fingers.

"I don't feel so good," she manages to say, coughing until the metallic taste of blood floods her mouth. Charles curls a hand around her waist and helps her stand.

When the medic comes, a week after she first coughed blood, she needs not to be told what it is. What took Mark so long ago is coming to collect her too.

#lourdes tag #sebchal #fic asks #what is this? idk i just felt like it.

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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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Ok let's talk about very serious things though

Rank 10 acotar characters on how badly they deal with having the flu. Ladies or gents or both, dealers choice

I'm doing the men because we have a chance to hand someone a victory who has NEVER ONCE WON (or maybe he has and I forgot). Anyway blah blah disclaimer I dont care if you think I'm wrong blah blah burden of only correct option etc etc

10. Eris- The absolute WORST. Is he dying? Oh...it's just a 99.2 degree fever. Sir, that isn't even a fever anymore. Why are you moaning? Get up and assassinate your father

9. Jurian- Blaming everyone else for his illness. Suspiciously recounting that sneezing toddler at the store four days earlier. Are you in a full hazmat suit? Then you better get out.

8. Tamlin- "real men don't get sick" so he's gonna let it fester until its a trip to the ER. Coulda fixed this with some cough and cold, now you have to sit here in the waiting room for five hours to see a nurse with cold hands. You proud of yourself, sir?

7. Helion- Heard the word sponge bath, is now VERY ill. Would risk it all to help him, though.

6. Rhys- Milking it for the attention, though. Likes to be fawned over. Can't a guy be treated like a princess? yes, only when he's sick. 60% chance he is mysteriously cured if sex is on the table (literally or otherwise)

5. Tarquin- insists you don't need to wait on him, but wouldn't say no to a bowl of soup. Worst cough you've ever heard, he's trying to go to work despite it. Lay down before you take out the whole office.

4. Lucien- annoyingly will not accept help unless its from his mom. Only she knows the right broth recipe (its BROTH lucien, how complicated could it be?). reeks of vicks for days afterwards

3. Kallias- the cold never bothered him anyway. But can you bring him some socks? His feet are chilly.

2. Cassian- cheerful, if not a little delirious. Ass grabbing whoever is nursing him back to health. Chugging water like his life depends on it, already downed Emergen-C at the first sign of sniffles

Azriel- Oh my god, you were sick??? Why didn't you tell anyone? Didn't want to be a burden, is fine now.

#ranking acotar characters

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tiny012 · 6 months

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I say the "age gap" has got to be one of the most stupid, predictable, tiresome, and annoying "criticisms" of Usagi's and Mamoru's relationship. The supposed "creepiness" actually comes from the fact a university student (Mamoru) is seemingly "stuck" in a relationship with a toddler (Usagi), thanks to the writers who seem to hate the titular character and made her that way. The age gap ain't that wide so people can piss off with the "grooming" accusations on Mamo's part.

I have said this before and I say this again.

The age gap is not the problem since on paper it's three years and legally checks out. ( I don't know how many many times I have said that! Lawd have mercy! lol )

It's the way it was written in the 90's anime is the problem.

When you have a 15 year old getting upset that her boyfriend offered an older lady who is older enough to be his grandma his Umbrella which shows how nice and kind he is…

In which the lady acted cold to him thinking that he was being nice just to get her money.

In which Diana was pretty much was ready to defend Mamoru and let that woman have a piece of her mind for her treating Mamoru like that when all Mamoru was doing was being nice.

Meanwhile ,Usagi is pretty much upset at him for sharing the umbrella which she going over there not to tell the lady “ Hey My boyfriend was the one offering you his umbrella the other day. He’s nice like that and he’s not looking for your money. “

No She going over there to confront an older lady that is old enough to be her freaking grandma“Why you shared a umbrella with my boyfriend?”

That's a problem.

That's a huge ass problem.

Because in Sailor Moon SuperS?

My fucking goodness they had her acting like a damn two year old to the point if Mamo wanted to break up with her because he got tried of her antics, I don't blame him.

The most petty ass shit Usagi got mad for when it comes to Mamoru SuperS. Either at him or regards to him.

1. Helping Chibiusa with her homework.

2. Saying a how pretty a nun is.

3. Helping Ami with her homework.

4. Rei having inviting him to stay over the Shrine so he can finish his paper.

5. Not saving her even tho he was going to do but Diana put her foot down.

6. Offering his umbrella to an older woman to shield her from the rain.

7. Thinking he was cheating on her with his mechanic.

8. How she acted at the aquarium in the first part of Fish Eye episode

The fandom always blaming and accursing him for not being attentive of her, placating her or just with her because of obligation but never say a peep on some of the shit she did to him ( cough Birthday episode in S)

#tanya rants about SM

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fangirlwriting-stories · 9 months

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Before I Go

Summary: Remus doesn't have a lot of time left, but he wants to give living his best shot anyway, and that includes fixing things with someone he never thought he'd see again.

Author's Note: Hi, yeah, if you couldn't tell from the death and noncon tags, this isn't exactly going to be a happy one. No false pretenses here, characters will die, nothing is fixed except for the things the characters fix themselves with their bare hands. That is not to say there is no hope involved, this is a story by me after all, but don't expect all good feelings from the ending.

Honestly I blame Rent. I saw Rent for the first time and it fucked. me. up. (positive), so I had to make my own catharsis. If you're looking for something to be mad at, be mad at the Rent musical. It's not my fault. Except for all of the ways that it totally is.

Anyway enjoy!

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Chapter One:

It is 3:00 on a Wednesday morning and Remus is hacking blood into the sink. Janus woke up when he leapt out of bed and followed him into the bathroom, and is now rubbing his back, obviously just as exhausted as Remus is. He has told Remus to shut up the few times that he’s actually tried to apologize, so even if Remus could speak around the blood coming out of his mouth, he wouldn’t say anything. Or maybe he’d say “I love you.” Because he does, he loves Janus so much sometimes it hurts almost as much as the actual physical pain that’s coming with the stupid blood he’s coughing up.

He manages a couple gasping breaths in between coughs, but he’s still weak in the knees by the time everything stops and he’s leaning his weight on the edge of the sink.

“Everything done coming out?” Janus murmurs from behind him.

“Never,” Remus says weakly. “I’m gay, Janus.”

“Not at three in the goddamn morning, Remus,” Janus says, reaching out and pulling Remus’ arm over his shoulder. He leads him to the toilet and helps him sit down, then heads back to the cabinet under the sink and pulls out disposable gloves and a washcloth.

He spends the next ten minutes wiping the blood from Remus’ mouth like he’s a toddler who got mush all over his face, and Remus is too exhausted to even feel embarrassed. Finally, Janus helps him up and supports them both back over to the bed, then heads over to the other side of the room and grabs the bucket they’ve kept here since the coughing up blood started. He sets it on the nightstand next to Remus and climbs into bed, immediately wrapping his arms around Remus from behind and starting to run a hand through his hair.

“I love you,” Remus murmurs, not having the strength to turn around. Janus just hums in acknowledgement and replies “Go to sleep, Remus,” sounding halfway there himself.

Remus, however, lays there with his eyes open, despite the exhaustion begging him to shut his eyes.

This isn’t the first time he’s woken up in the middle of the night to cough up blood. It is, however, becoming more common, and Remus is beginning to dread the day he’ll have to move into a hospital full time. The idea is nauseating for more reasons than the actual nausea in his stomach. Hospitals mean round-the-clock care from nurses who won’t stop looking at him like dying is his fault. It means restricted access to Janus. It means he’s that much closer to actual death.

And yes, he and Janus had agreed to focus on something else until it’s impossible to do so. Remus doesn’t want to wander around like he’s already a ghost. He wants to continue living while he’s still around to do it. They cook fancy dinners and Remus writes songs, writes stories, kisses Janus until he can’t breathe. They go to bars and drag shows and spray paint slogans on the side of the highway. Remus refuses to die before he’s dead.

But this is the third time this month he’s coughed up blood, and one of these days he’s going to ruin the sheets.

Remus pulls himself gently out of Janus’ arms, and shushes him with gentle reassurances when Janus shifts and starts to wake up again.

Thankfully, Janus is tired enough to fall back asleep. Remus looks down at him for a second before heading out of the bedroom, through the hallway, past the living room, and into the kitchen of their tiny ass apartment.

He picks up the phone and stands for a minute, listening to the dial tone as he catches his breath from the short walk from the bedroom. Finally, he dials, pushing and pulling his finger in and out of the wound up cord as he does. It’s only as he hits the last number that he remembers it’s three in the morning, but he also doesn’t care.

The phone rings four times, and Remus has almost resigned himself to leaving a “see ya, I’m dying” voicemail when someone picks up.

…

Roman hadn’t been excited to be woken up by a phone going off in the middle of the night since it had meant a snow day, but tonight was an especially bad one. He was laying in bed in the t-shirt and boxers he’d pulled on in order to not have to sleep naked, curled up on the opposite side of the mattress from Clarissa. He’d wanted to wait to process thoughts until he could get up and shower the next morning and shove all of last night into a box in the back of his head.

But then he was woken up by the ringing phone, and he groaned, rolled over in bed and buried his head back in the pillow.

“I’ve got it,” said Clarissa, who was much more awake than he was at any time of day. She climbed out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, leaving the bedroom door open in her wake.

Roman vaguely heard her say something about “what is the meaning of this do you know what time it is” before he slipped back into sleep.

Unfortunately, it seemed Clarissa wasn’t able to handle it, because suddenly Roman was waking up again to her shaking his shoulder.

Roman jerked upright into a sloppy resemblance of a seating position and looked blearily at Clarissa. Her mouth was pressed tight into a line and her face showed barely concealed disgust. Roman was about to ask her what was the matter and why she looked like that, but then she answered both questions at once.

“It’s your brother,” she said, pointing behind her back towards the kitchen.

Roman blinked a couple of times, trying to make sense of her sentence. “Calling at three in the morning?” he managed.

Clarissa just nodded, lips pursed.

Roman shook his head a couple times to try and wake himself up, then pulled himself out from under the covers, headed out through the living room and over towards the kitchen. If it was Remus, and Clarissa hadn’t hung up on him as soon as she realized, that meant it was bad.

Roman picked up the phone from where it had been laid on the counter and put it up to his ear. “Remus?”

“Roman, hey,” Remus said. His voice sounded rough, like he’d swallowed sandpaper, which, knowing Remus, was very possible.

“Remus,” Roman repeated, trying to gather up some sort of disgust or anger in case Clarissa was listening from the other room. It wasn’t that hard, it was the middle of the night and Remus had called him out of nowhere. “What the hell are you calling me for?”

Remus was silent for a second, which was so unusual that Roman looked down at the phone, almost concerned. “Remus?”

“So uh,” Remus said, and suddenly his voice sounded weak, which was definitely not like Remus, and now Roman was actually concerned. “You know how you always said being openly gay was gonna get me killed one day?”

“What?”

“Well, you were, um, you were right. Just… not in the way you thought.”

Roman gripped the phone tighter. “Remus, what’s going on?”

Remus was quiet for another moment.

“…I’m dying,” he whispered finally.

Roman squeezed the phone so hard he heard it squeak in his hand. “When?”

“Couple months, probably.”

Neither of them said anything for a minute, instead standing there listening to each other breathe through the phone.

“Roman?” Remus said finally, and Roman hated the shake he heard in his voice.

“Yeah?” Roman whispered.

“Can you come here? Please?”

“Where are you?” Roman said before he really thought it through.

“New York.”

Roman huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, that… that makes sense.”

“I’ll give you the address.”

Roman grabbed a pen and paper and wrote it down as Remus said it to him. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he said. “Probably later this week.”

“Thanks,” Remus said, and his voice was still shaking and Roman wanted it to stop.

“Remus,” Roman said, but stopped after that when he realized he didn’t have anything else to say.

Remus was quiet for a minute, then seemed to realize this too. “I’ll see you,” he said, and hung up.

Roman pressed the phone to his forehead and listened to the dial tone.

“You’re going?”

Roman squeezed his eyes shut without moving. “He’s my brother, Clarissa.”

“Since when?”

“I don’t know,” Roman said. He’d say something about ‘since now, since he just told me he was dying,’ but that would be a lie, because Roman was pretty sure Remus had never stopped being his brother. No matter what he’d said to their parents.

“Roman,” Clarissa said, and Roman heard her footsteps walking forward and he did not want her to touch him right now.

He turned and walked quickly past her, back towards their bedroom.

“Roman!” Clarissa said, starting after him.

Roman went straight for their closet and pulled out a suitcase, then dragged it over to their dresser and pulled open drawers, starting to shove clothing inside.

Clarissa’s voice came from the doorway a second later. “Roman, I think you’re being a little ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous?” Roman snapped, turning to glare at Clarissa, which seemed to surprise her.

She recovered quickly. “Yes! You’re rushing off like it’s the end of the world!”

“He’s dying, Clarissa,” Roman said, standing and realizing in a way he often didn’t that he was several inches taller than her.

Clarissa rolled her eyes. “Well, whose fault is that?”

Roman’s eyes widened slightly, though he wasn’t actually that surprised. He still didn’t say anything though, just stared at Clarissa for a couple seconds.

Eventually, she seemed to find it a little uncomfortable, and took a step back. “What, am I wrong?” she asked, trying to glare up at Roman and falling short.

Roman just looked at her for another second. “Shame on you,” he said quietly, and this time Clarissa’s eyes widened in what was an obvious shock.

Roman turned and started packing again.

...

Chapter Two

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fandom-junk-drawer · 1 year

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The Witcher Headcanon - Trouble Bonus Scene: Interlude 2

More baby!jaskier shenanigans. Set some time after Geralt and Yennefer get him to Kaer Morhen.

Jaskier toddled around Geralt's room, exploring all the nooks and crannies, and trying to put everything in his mouth. It was his third circuit of the room, and he was pretty certain he'd tasted that one fur on the bed already. There was a spot on it that was suspicisously damp. But just in case he hadn't...

"Gross, get that out of your mouth," Coen muttered patiently, pulling the toddler away and picking a few strands of fur out of his mouth. Jaskier sputtered and blew raspberries until Coen put him back down. He babbled and mouthed his little fingers, then grabbed a dust bunny from under the edge of the bed and tried to eat it.

"F***ing-!" Lambert exclaimed, snatching it away at the last minute. "That's disgusting! Sweep under your f***ing bed, Geralt. Da*n, look at the size of that thing!" he held up the admittedly large dust bunny for his brothers to see

Geralt grumbled something under his breath.

Lambert scoffed "B*tch, please! It's literally a ball of dust and white hair. Don't be trying to say it isn't yours!"

"Like the ones under your bed are any smaller, Lambert!" Coen snorted.

"At least I have hair!"

"Not for long if the giant ball of hair in your hair brush is anything to go by."

They continued to argue, and Jaskier toddled off and tested a small chunk of fallen masonry for palatbility. Finding it lacking, he moved on. His chubby legs carried him over to a large metal bucket next to the fireplace. The Witchers were all busy teasing Lambert, so Jaskier tenatively investigated the contents.

It was filled with a gray, fluffy substance that puffed into the air when he patted at it with a pudgy hand. Oooh, that was interesting! He plunged both little hands into the soft, powdery stuff and started stirring it around. It was so soft! And-! The treacherous fluff gusted up into the air with the slightest movement and went up his nose and into his eyes. Jaskier started coughing and choking as more of the ash rose into the air.

The Witchers turned at the commotion, and they all tried to rush to help at the same time. What followed was a domino effect of panic that ened with five Witchers and one baby falling out into the corridor, coughing and cursing, in a cloud of ash and smoke.

Yennefer had heard all the noise from the kitchen, and arrived just as they were picking themselves up off the floor.

"F**k, here she comes!" Lambert hissed when he caught sight of Yennefer. "Geralt, go tell her everything's okay!"

"What are you so afraid of?" Geralt rumbled

"It's Songbird. You know how she gets when it involves Songbird!"

"Oh, calm the h*ll down. It's just a little ash. It's nothing life-threatening!"

"I dunno, my life feels pretty threatened right now!" Coen interjected nervously, watching as Yennefer apporached rapidly.

"Fine," Geralt sighed, "Wait here you cowards. Come on, Julek. Let's go save your uncles from Ma."

Yennefer met Geralt halfway down the corridor.

There were no sarcastic remarks, no shouting, no scathing comments, no blame. Yennefer had quickly learned just how hard it was to keep an eye on an active toddler. It was exhausting, and if your attention wavered for even a split second... Yesterday, in the time it had taken her to f***ing blink, the little sh*t had somehow gotten a hold of a pair of scissors and taken off running.

"He's alright, Yen," Geralt said gently. "He just got into the ash bucket."

Yennefer fussed over Jaskier for a few moments before deciding that Geralt was speaking the truth. Jaskier seemed fine, aside from being caked in ash and occassionally coughing.

Her eyes swept down the hallway to land on the huddled knot of ash-covered Witchers trying to hide by the bedroom door.

It was probably the first sweeping the hallway had seen in decades.

The Witchers subtly moved a little bit closer together and tried to blend in with the wall.

Pillocks! Yennefer thought, almost fondly. "Go get cleaned up," She said to Geralt, trying wipe a smudge of ash off his cheek. It only served to make the smudge worse.

Geralt ignored his brothers' snickering and wiped at his cheek with his sleeve, adding more ash to the mess. He sighed as Yennefer snorted in amusement.

Yennefer slapped his a** as he turned to leave, raising a small cloud of ash. Geralt turned and pulled her into a hug, making sure he got as much ash on her as possible while Jaskier giggled and patted at her hair.

"Ar**hole," Yennefer laughed, pulling away. "Go wash up in the hotsprings. I'll make something hot for you to eat when you are done." She dusted her dress off as best she could and headed back to the kitchen.

Jaskier was all wide eyes and excitement when Geralt carried him down into the hotsprings. He immediately tested the accousitcs of the underground cavern. He found it quite satisfactory and proceeded to squeal and chirp at the top of his little lungs while Geralt got him out of his shirt and trousers.

Geralt ended up sitting with Jaskier in his lap in the shallowest pool while he bathed him.

Eskel handed Geralt the bottle of special soap that Jaskier always used in his hair, and they entertained themselves with giving Jaskier different hairstyles

"You better wash it like Jaskier showed you!" Aiden said to Lambert, who was trying to wash his hair with a cheap bar of soap. "Don't go skipping any steps!"

"F**k off, Aiden!" Lambert snarled, "I'll wash my hair how ever I d*mn well please!"

"You better do it right! Jaskier is watching you. He'll be so disappointed in you." Aiden countered, motioning to Jaskier, who was indeed watching Lambert, and sporting, at the moment, a soapy mohawk. "Yeah, Lambchop," Coen joined in, "It will break his little heart if you don't do it right!"

"You don't want to break his little heart, do you?"

Lambert looked at the tiny bard, his hair now in the shape of the curl on the top of a cone of soft-serve. Jaskier cooed at him questioningly.

F**k...

Lambert's scowl crumbled when he looked into those big blue eyes. He quietly picked up the bottle of good soap and started with Step 1...

Jaskier giggled and splashed in the water after he had been thuroughly scrubbed and rinsed. His eyes had sparkled with wonder when Eskel blew a soap bubble for him. The tiny bard stared at it, cooing and reaching for it. He blinked in surprise when it popped and disappeared. Eskel blew him another one, and smiled happily when he giggled and splashed as he watched it drift.

"You call that a bubble?" Lambert scoffed, coming over. He soaped up his hands and blew a bubble. "Now that's a proper bubble!" He grinned smugly as Jaskier cooed and stared in delight. The other Witchers came over and started blowing bubbles for him too. It quickly became a competition to see who could blow the biggest one.

Coen somehow managed to blow a really big bubble, and set it floating off towards Jaskier.

"That's a f***ing big bubble!" Lambert exclaimed.

Jaskier staring at the marvel of air and soap, said in a questioning tone, "Ba-bol?"

The Witchers lost their sh*t.

Yennefer was in the kitchen checking on the pottage she was making, completely unaware that five wet and very naked Witchers were charging towards her.

The witch turned around and there they were. Standing in a huddle, steaming like a herd of horses fresh from a run. Then she noticed they were bucka** naked. Yennefer saw way more than she wanted to. A bardcore version of "A Chorus of Weiners" started playing in her head.

The song in her head was interrupted when Eskel blurted out excitedly "He said 'bubble'!"

Then Yennefer saw Jaskier, wet and shivering in Geralt's arms. She just about had a coniption. "And that warranted you running naked and soaking wet through the halls in the middle of f***ing winter? You boobs! Have you all lost your d*mn minds?"

The witch snatched Jaskier out of Geralt's arms and quickly wrapped the shivering baby in a towel. "My poor lamb! Look at you shivering!" Yennefer moved to stand closer to the fire so she could start drying him off. She turned and fixed them with the most scathing glare they had ever seen.

The Witchers shuffled uncomfortably, suddenly feeling very exposed.

Yennefer noticed, and decided to be petty and try to make them as uncomfortable as possible. She very pointedly stared. "It's obviously very cold, and yet you pr*cks decide to d*ck around and take a soaking wet baby throught a freezing cold keep in the middle of winter!"

"Go ahead and roll your eyes, Lambert. Maybe you'll roll them back far enough to see if you actually have a brain!"

"Don't laugh at him like you're any better, Eskel. All you've got going for you is a handsome face and big...*glances down, then back up* ...personality."

Yennefer felt just a little bit bad for the way Eskel shifted uncomfortably, confused by the combined insult and compliment. He could handle insults, but compliments made him uncomfortable. He blushed in self-defense.

The scarred Witcher was just a big sweetheart, and had been the first of Geralt's brothers to treat Jaskier as one of their own. He most likely had just been swept up in the f**kery. Yennefer decided to let them off the hook before the poor man spontaneously combusted.

"Ugh! All of you get out, and take those ugly, pruney things with you! Go get poor Julek some dry clothes. And you had better be dressed when you come back!" she shooed them out, taking a moment to admire the view of their retreating backsides. "Ba-bol?" Jaskier asked.

"Yes, my love," Yennefer said with a small smile, watching all the a**cheeks bounce out of the room, "Bubbles."

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axels-corner · 2 years

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oaky i’m very much on the counselors with siblings train

Oralie - three brothers two older one younger

Clarette - has an older sister

Alina - two little sisters six and ten years younger than her

Kenric - had a younger brother

Derek - little sister and brother bigger age gap

Bronte - brother *cough* Fintan *cough*, or sister because that sounds cute

because it’s seen as a bad thing to have more than two kids, i don’t think many would have siblings

I love this! I am also on the councilors with siblings train

I especially like Bronte and Fintan as brothers, I'm interested how that would go in canon like if the rest of the council knows or if they find out through a big dramatic speech and they're all shocked and they don't trust him kinda like how they didn't trust Linh when Tam was with the Neverseen or how they didn't want Keefe on team valient because of his mom.

Imagine Kenric's younger brother and him have a huge age gap like he's 15 when he dies and he doesn't know how to deal with it because his brother that had always been there for him that taught him to fight for what he believed in to take nothing from anybody. A larger than life figure is now gone. Imagine the stares he gets in school at Foxfire the whispers his mentors telling him you poor boy. Him watching his parents start to like wilt away like the death of there oldest son is killing them his father that used to be built like a football player like his brother seeming to wilt like a flower in winter. So he decideds he has to be the strong one of the family so he pushes his grief and sadness away and turns to anger, kinda like Fitz did in Exile when his dad's mind broke but this time there is no fixing it because Kenric is dead and there's nothing he can do but he's going to get revenge and avenge his brother. But he's fifteen so he turns to the other people he thinks are to blame, the council, and he hates them. He's turned from a lovable boy with good grades and a bright future ahead of him to an anger filled boy that wants to tear it all down.

Sorry that got kinda of long but I have a lot of thoughts about him, and how he comes like Fitz did in Exile not with sadness with anger.

Imagine if Derek's younger siblings also knew him and they tell Derek one day how Kenric's brother feels and they try to reach out to him but he's

blocked all of the councilors

Also think about Derek going to watch his siblings perform the dances at the opening of Foxfire and he gets to say that's my brother and sister! And they show him their report cards and no matter what score they get he tells them he will always love them, and he babysits them sometimes and the rest of the council helps, especially when they were like toddlers and he spoils his siblings, along with the rest of the council because they're only young once, and even more so after the everblaze he spends more time with them because he wants them to know him and for them to be able to say that was my brother if he does die, and for them to have happy memories of him.

Imagine when Alina is making her speech when she's being crowned councillor and her younger siblings are just screaming that's my sister!! Yeah!!!

Imagine after everblaze happened Clarette is sitting in a chair at her castle and there's a knock on the door and when she opens it it turns out to be her sister and she hugs her and starts crying and whispers I almost lost her, because it's true that fire could've killed anyone of them, and again after the peace summit fell, especially since the castle was designed to be a maze.

I love Oralie with brothers! Imagine their overprotective as well and after they knew Kenric was a good guy they would make jokes like when's the wedding to Oralie because they knew she liked him and after Kenric's death they showed up on her doorstep with flowers and hugged her and said that they were so sorry and they wished they could've had a happy ending.

I also head cannon Terik with two younger siblings (ones 7 he/him and the other is 15 they/them), Liora with two 12 year old twin brothers, and Emery with a 7 year old little sister

This turned out longer than I expected it to but I just love the councilors with siblings head cannon, and I find it interesting how it might impact the story or if Sophie knew them, like imagine after Kenric's death if she had an interaction with his younger brother of him blaming her, or like how Bronte and Fintan being brothers would impact the story

#I actually made that post because I was thinking about Liora with twin 12 year old brothers #kotlc headcanon #kotlc council #kotlc bronte #councillor bronte #councillor kenric #councillor oralie #councillor clarette #councillor alina #councillor derek #councillor terik #councillor liora #councillor emery

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contentment-of-cats · 10 months

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Narc marks.

Needing constant and excessive admiration - or 'asskissing' as I like to call it.

Entitlement - 'you owe me xyz' or 'I did x for you' or 'I deserve x.'

Interpersonally exploitive - constantly using others to achieve their own ends. Seeing people as stepping stones to a goal.

Lacking empathy - inability to relate to the emotional lives of others.

Envy - either toward others or believing that others are envious of them - this is also an example of projection where the narc projects since they envy X, then X must envy them, or they believe that they are worthy of envy.

Arrogance - this takes a lot of forms. Insolence, belittling, overbearing, haughtiness - in short, pushing someone down so that the narc can climb up.

Demanding validation - 'Isn't that they best thing ever?' or tacking a 'Right?' onto every sentence, in essence forcing people to agree with and validate them. If that validation is not delivered, they will often resort to strawmaning and gaslighting.

Avoidance and deflection - narcs sow chaos so that they can't be held accountable. Deflection, whatabouts, strawmaning, misdirection, and gaslighting are just a few of the ways that narcs duck when their behavior is called out.

FOG - Fear, Obligation, and Guilt is a manipulation tactic used by narcs to keep their victims lost in... well.. the fog. Fear of being outed, for instance. Owing the narc for doing something for you. Guilt at either your own secrets or being responsible for the narc's feelings.

DARVO - standing for Deny, Attack, and Reverse Victim with Offender. Deny the behavior. Attack the whistleblower, and Reverse the roles of Victim and Offender. The Offender assumes the role of victim, and turns the true victim into the offender by attacking the victim's credibility.

Lack of boundaries - toddlers generally learn to understand the word 'no' and learn to deal with people who deny them. Narcs simply see no as negotiable, and if not negotiable, they will use all methods available to them to get what they want.

There's also an insidious cycle called 'lovebombing' that deserves a separate bullet-pointing.

Lovebombing - the narc is trying to 'sweep you off your feet.' Gifts, compliments, attention, are showered on the chosen one. It's giddy, heady stuff - you can feel as if you've found your best friend or soulmate. It's followed by-

Devaluing - where the victim is enmeshed in the 'love' being provided by the narc. Devaluing can include put-downs, withholding love and attention, projection, blaming, gaslighting, strawmanning, and making the victim feel that they are the reason for things going wrong in the relationship.

Discarding - happens when the narc is not getting their 'supply' from the victim and either dumps them or escalates the devaluing behavior until the victim leaves. If the victim leaves, the narc will be quick to play the victim card.

Hoovering - The narc tries to maintain contact. They may offer apologies, try to prove that they have changed their behavior, or deliberately flaunt their new supply in the form of new friends. In the case of flaunting their new circle, they want you to be envious, hurt, and even retaliate.

So here are a few of the marks of the narc. It's important to know that everyone will probably hit a few of these now and then, but Narcissism is characterized as persistent and pathological behavior with regard to others. It's the difference between coughing without covering your mouth and being the guy who flew back and forth to Europe knowing that he had active, drug resistant TB that would later result in a pulmonary lobectomy.

#narc 101 #narcissist 101

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nocontactdiaries · 1 year

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He tried to drown me.

He held me under the water until my lungs screamed, Until my screaming stopped, Until I gave up fighting. He was going to drown me and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop him.

I had splashed my younger sibling in our pool. We were young, and it took me so long to stop blaming myself. My sibling was fine- he was tired of playing with me, and not as confident in the water, and I splashed one time too many. When my sibling cried, I heard thundering, pounding steps down the hallway. bam bam bam Like a war drum. My father barrelled out enraged. He didn’t ask what happened, not really. That wasn’t his style. He didn’t ask and discuss, he was always straight into punishment. Sometimes it was bad. He’d make us eat bars of soap, once he forced a bottle of Tabasco into my mouth, holding me so I couldn’t escape. He forced me to drink it, even as I screamed in pain. He’d hit us He’d belt us or kick us or destroy our belongings. He’d rip the pages out of my books, Or throw them all away. He’d cut off my access to anyone who could help. and remind me that no one would love me like family does.

BAM BAM BAM My sibling had cried something about drowning, and that’s the last thing I remember before I was grabbed and shoved under. held under. forced under. He held me under the water until my lungs screamed, Until my screaming stopped, Until I gave up fighting. The chlorine burned my eyes, and then it burnt my mouth and throat, and then it burnt my lungs. I could hear my father yelling at me. That I had tried to hurt my sibling. That I deserved this for splashing them. That maybe next time I’d be a good child. That I deserved it and WOULD learn this time. I remember when he let go, breaking the surface and vomiting out the searing water. I remember the raw ache of my throat, and the agony of my chest. I remember endless coughing of liquid that lasted days. The way my eyes smarted, the redness and the puff. I remember the gratefulness. The worst part wasn’t that they didn’t take me to hospital, because they knew there would be questions and investigations, like previous injuries they’d hidden and denied me medical care for. The worst part wasn’t the act itself, or even that I still dream of drowning, or even the injustice that my sibling and I didn’t have time to explain- No. The worst is that I spent twenty years defending him. I would tell people “He saved me from drowning when I was a toddler”, But I never mentioned that he tried to drown me a few years later, and if I’m honest with myself, he would have carried through with it. If his anger had lasted just a bit longer, If he’d snapped a bit more than usual. I ardently defended him for so long. “He’s the good parent. It could have been worse.” “He comes through where it counts.” “He is complicated and we all are, I should be understanding.” “I should have been better behaved.” “I was a bad child” “I deserved it.” It took me twenty years to be able to admit that He tried to drown me, and that is fucking horrifying. Child abuse is a weird thing to process. It comes and goes in waves of varying horror. Sometimes the past leaves me sleepless, feeling like a haunting dwelling within the house. I wake up screaming or crying, or gasping for air. I wake up covered in bruises, where I’ve gripped myself enough to injure, and tasting chlorine on my tongue. I can’t even bathe some days. The fear of being held under lingers. He tried to drown me. He held me under until my lungs screamed. I defended him for over 20 years. I still dream of drowning, and I am fucking horrified.

#child abuse #child abuse survivor #donam #drowning #estranged #estranged child #domestic abuse survivor #domestic abuse #ptsd #C-PTSD #cPTSD thoughts #complex ptsd #ptsd art

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writerfae · 2 years

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Curative Cuddles

a sick fic I wrote a while ago while sick and in need of cuddles. Now I’m feeling sick again (damn headache) and I thought I’d post this because I can’t be productive today like I planned to

“Ugh, I hate my life.”

Talon buried his face deeper in his pillow. Or rather, Aiden’s pillow. Unfortunately, that only lead to another coughing fit, so he sat up.

After what felt like an eternity of coughing into the crook of his elbow, he calmed down.

His face however, Talon kept hiding in his arm. He groaned in frustration.

Someone nudged something cold against his arm and he looked up, met with the sight of his boyfriend sitting at the edge of their (usually) shared bed, holding out a water bottle to him. Talon took it.

“Thanks,” he mumbled and took a few big sips.

“Told you you need to stay hydrated or else your coughing will get worse,” Aiden scolded, but he looked pleased, now that Talon drank something.

He touched his boyfriend’s forehead gently, brushing away blonde locks.

“At least the fever is gone now. Did you remember taking your meds?”

Talon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, mom. I did.”

He buried his face in Aiden’s shoulder. His boyfriend chuckled.

“You behave like a toddler when you’re sick. So you have to deal with me acting like your mom. Don’t get snot on my hoodie.”

Talon snorted, still not moving from his current position. “You mean my hoodie.”

“Okay, okay. Our hoodie. Still. Don’t get snot on it.”

Talon didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned even more into his boyfriend, relishing in his warmth.

The past few days, when he still had a fever, it was impossible for him to be close to Aiden, because he was always so warm and Talon was already burning hot from his fever.

Also, how Aiden had said “I don’t want your germs anywhere near me, I have an important exam this week.”

So Aiden didn’t come close to Talon for the past whole week. He even refused to sleep in the same bed as him.

In other words, it was hell.

Of course, wonderful boyfriend that he was, he had still nursed him, had given him his medicine and provided him with soup, water, tissues and all sort of comfort food.

Just that he did it from afar.

That meant no comfort cuddles for Talon. Even though in the past these had proven to be vital for his recovery.

Aiden had laughed when he told him that much. “Don’t worry, once my exam is done and your fever gone, you can have all the cuddles,” he had promised.

And now that time had finally come. He would never admit it, be he had been looking forward to this moment for the whole week.

Maybe Aiden was right when he said Talon was clingy when he’s sick. But truly, could you blame him?

After all, he had suffered not only from a cold but also from a severe lack of boyfriend snuggles.

Talon put his arms around Aiden and tried to pull him into bed, but he failed miserably, still too weak from lying in bed all day. He coughed again. That damn cold.

He could feel more than hear Aiden’s chuckling. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, amused.

Talon huffed. “Come here already,” he mumbled into his boyfriend’s collarbone. “You promised cuddles.”

Aiden laughed. “So clingy,” he mumbled fondly and shoved him gently to the side to make room for himself on their shared bed.

Talon was all too glad to move over for his boyfriend.

As soon as Aiden was comfortably settled, Talon made his home in his boyfriend’s arms. He rested his head on Aiden’s chest, holding him close.

It felt so nice to finally touch him again.

With one of Aiden’s hands brushing through his hair and his comforting presence so close to him, Talon could feel himself relax.

Aiden had always been able to calm him like that. There was a reason he always slept better with his boyfriend near.

Aiden’s heartbeat was steady near his ear, ever an effective lullaby.

He was just about to drift off to sleep, when suddenly he sneezed loudly, startling both of them.

“What the hell?” Aiden looked bewildered. He, too, must’ve started to fall asleep.

“Sorry,” Talon mumbled. Then he looked up to Aiden and giggled. “I’m afraid there now is snot on our hoodie.”

His boyfriend made a face. “Gross.”

Talon only laughed more. “That was a joke, you know?”

Aiden hummed.

“It better be, or I’ll shove you off right now to get changed and don't come back all day,” he threatened, but the way his arms tightened around Talon gave away that he didn’t mean it.

“You wouldn’t,” Talon said, resting his head against Aiden’s chest again. “You love me too much.”

Now it was Aiden who laughed. It was warm and gentle, just like his embrace.

“I do,” he said softly, kissing the crown of Talon’s hair. His hand found his way back into soft blonde curls.

With a smile, Talon finally fell asleep and when he woke up the next morning, he felt as well rested as ever.

Maybe cuddles really were the best medicine.

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cressiprompts · 6 months

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oh that's okay. hope you are doing well & not stressing yourself to finish your stories plls take care.

i would love to know the plot and scenes that you thought of🤗

Hello, sorry for taking a while!

so, because there are SPOILERS for the main story of You made flowers, I'm going to put the plot after the "read more:

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

What I had written:

The first signs of the illness took him by surprise. The heaviness on his chest suffocating on some days, on others being negligible. He had more important things to worry about, especially as no club doctor was able to find anything wrong with him, telling him the sensation might be psychological.

Which only made Anto raise an eyebrow and be on his case about seeing someone, didn't matter if it was a psychiatrist, psychologist or therapist. He couldn't even blame her. The throwing up sickness he had was bad enough on its own, after all. The last thing he wanted was another non-explainable thing, especially if it messed up his breathing, something essential to him as an athlete.

Still, Lionel dragged his feet. Opening himself up to a stranger was almost inconceivable. It was hard enough talking to his friends and family! The idea of being vulnerable with someone he had no true assurances of, that he had no idea of their character or proof of their intentions beyond a flimsy oath that could be disregarded with few true consequences? It was the stuff of his nightmares.

In the end, he hadn't needed to go, the cough had manifested first, bowing down Lionel before dinner and scaring little Thiago. Antonella calmed the boy as Lionel recovered his breath after the sudden bout of illness. It was Thiago who first noticed the petals, the soft orange of their color contrasting with the dining table's wood, the toddler's little hands trying to catch them in his pudgy fingers, even as his mother drew him away.

Both adults looked at the appearance of them uncomprehending. The only flowers on the table were on the centerpiece vase, and those were red roses that served as a decoration, so the petals were a mystery — one that would have to be solved much later, as Antonella was more worried about how Leo kept coughing and complaining about his breathing. She all but marched him to the doctor, but nothing was found through x-rays.

It wasn't until Leo coughed up a petal in his own hand that they associated one thing with the other, and they went back to see a specialist, to understand what was happening.

This si the first difference: Leo and Anto are doing this TOGETHER. they get the diagnosys together, and while they fight, it's less bitter, because Anto doesn't feel as if she was put aside, as if Leo doesn't trust her, even if it hurts that he doesn't love her anymore.

He does.

When she gets away for two weeks, to think better on what she's going to do, Leo gets sicker, and now he is throwing Red Rose petals too. Anto goes back, to help, and because she doesn't want to be irrevocably cut from Leo, even if he doesn't love her like she loves him.

Aaaand... yeah, The red rose petals are for Anto. When Leo's family discovers that, Matias makes a very inconvenient joke about how greedy his little brother is, what with loving to people and not wanting to give up on either.

Even after that discovery, Anto asks for more time, even if it's inside their house, because she has to think if she can deal with sharing Leo's atention and affection with someone.

Either way, she stills helps with trying to find who it is that Leo loves, because he is the father of her children, and she doesn't want him to die.

When they discover it's Cristiano, it's a bit like: "wait, what?" for teh entire family, and both of Leo's aprents are... disappointed, and very much against any contact between the two players.

The family fights pretty badly about what to do, until Leo says he doesn't want to try and force somethign with Cristiano. So instead they go back to the doctor and ask if there's any way to make this work.

Basically, Leo survives by having small doses of Cristiano's presence when they are not playing together — they have "surprise" meetings in high end restaurants, fashion events, parties and whatever places Leo's family can discover that Cristiano will be there. That's enough to tide him over, keeping him marginally healthy, and with less attacks. The amount of Classicos they play help too.

Anto decides to stay with Leo, even if she hates how he's destroying himself in longing, how stupid he is by thinking he will be less of a man by loving another man. Some of their fights are just about that.

They stay in this stalemate for years...

Until Cristiano says he will change teams and play in italy. They can't engineer "convenient" happenstance appearances in Italy, ways for Leo to meet him, be at the same place.

So they have to talk with Cristiano, and explain what''s been going on.

It takes a while for him and his entourage to believe Leo's story and condition (the Messi's end up giving the medical files they have).

So they settle appointments with time and date for them to meet, and it's the most awkward thing. For the first time, Leo's family realises they are asking this man, this person to have life and death power over their son, brother, husband.

Everyone suffers, and Cristiano's not really happy with the situation either, buyt he also doesn't want the other man to die.

All this while he's in a relationship with Georginna and waiting for the twins to be born. He's stressed and under enough pressure to make the move work for him, so Leo's problems don't help.

It makes things even harder when Georgina has a miscarriage and loses Alana, and the couple breaks up because while she still likes him, she can't deal with the twins while knowing her little baby girl is dead.

Cristiano is also suffering, but he has to pay attention to the twins, has to train, and is exhausted, he doesn't know many people yet on the club, and doesn't really trust anyone to take care of the twins. He's on a spiral, and Leo notices when he visits the next time.

He's a father too, and while he can't udnerstand that kind of loss, he asks if he can try and get trustworthy babysitters from the other Argentinians who live there or nearby. Cristiano agrees, more out of exhaustion than anything else.

Leo talks with Anto, and... she kind of takes over, declares a holiday, marches her husband back to Italy and goes herself with their children.

In two days, there's a reliable babysitter, Cristiano is stunned because Anto pretty much took over his house, Cristianinho and Thiago are getting along like a house on fire, and the ration of Argentinians to Portuguese is way too much in favor of the Americans.

Things between Cristiano and Leo get better from there, and Cristiano and Anto start talking too.

From the closeness of their children, things slowly start to fall in place. They start becoming friends, and that's somethign they intentionally let the news know (so Leo and his family can come over with less trouble).

And... that was all I had an idea for.

#writing #my fics #you made flowers AU

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Interlude 1: The Hero

The hero’s beginning.

It was already late at night when Noah decided to make his escape.

He had it planned since the day he met Qatsi, to get out of this town and to find himself for once. Seeing someone so fragile, yet so brave, made him realize what he was lacking, even when he confronted his father. Yes, he did face him off, but he ended up with a scar in his hand, one that would probably never go away. It was his shame; he couldn’t bare looking at it without doing something about it. This town needed a hero, but he was not the one who they needed. Not yet at least. Although, he had to do one last thing before he escaped.

It was late at night, 2 hours after midnight. The second moon had already risen, and the sky had a shade of purple you could only see at this specific moment. The town was all silent, and the streets, even though messy due to the recent chaos, were calm and empty. That monster did a number on various buildings, although the only one who claimed to have seen that beast were him and LeChèf, who already made his way onto a western city, to pursue his dream to become a top-class chef. He exited the house, without making a sound, but not too careful, since his father was on the dungeon due to the recent conflicts. His brother was still there though. He didn’t want to wake him up. Not yet.

He felt guilty. He felt like he wasn’t the brother he was supposed to be. He’d probably be better with someone as Qatsi, or the black haired one.

“Reliable. Brave. Smart. Understanding. Daring.” He wasn’t any of these things, he thought. Noah shook these thoughts off and kept going, to his one and only stop. The place where that “beast” came from, or at least, where it emerged from. The house closest to the ruins was completely destroyed. An old couple of old men lived there, and blamed the mayor for not taking care of the “earthquakes” that crumbled their house to dust. Noah knew it had been no earthquake, but everyone else thought it was. The old men however, seemed to play dumb when asked about the beast. He probably knew something he did not want to tell.

However, he made it to the ruins, and headed downstairs. He hated these stairs. He had to walk through this hallway every time something hideous happened. Usually at midnight, even when he was a toddler, though, he had his father back then. It had been 2 years since the last time.

Under these ruins, lived a monster. A monster so scary that had to be locked up under an old dungeon that was used for torture centuries ago. A monster who killed. The same monster that took his mother from him.

He reached out to the jail where the monster was locked up in. The creature at first didn’t notice him, but when Noah coughed, the gloomy figure turned its head and looked at him in the eyes:

“Noah, is that you, my dear?” – Said the monster. Its eyes filled with a deranged and distorted hope. – “Did you see the snake? Five days ago, one of the hands came! One of the hands! One of the hands!” – It kept repeating the same sentence, like a broken record.

“I saw it…” – Words struggled at the end of his throat. Saying that word was harder every time. “Mom, I need to ask you something, what…what are those beasts?”—He didn’t expect a literal answer. She always talked in strange verses, or formulated weird enigmas.

“Do you mean… The scarlet beasts?” –She seemed awfully interested. She didn’t look so sane, and clear-minded ever since the incident. – “They are the manifestation of our crimes, of our sins. The Scarlet Tree takes human lives as price of dirtying this world with our earthly desires. It asks for cleansing, Noah. That’s why I had to…”—

“That’s enough.” –Said Noah. He didn’t want to hear it again. The thought of her mother eating his older brother was enough to make him puke. He didn’t want to hear it again. – “Then, I’ll let you know: -- He inhaled; he was ready. –I’m going on a journey. A journey I may not come back from. I am going to find that Scarlet Tree, and I’m going to rip away its roots. I’m going to cut it, burn it, and let it rot wherever it is.” –She looked scared, worried. –But before that, I need to become stronger. I need to be a hero, a hero capable of saving everyone I see. I’ll be brave, I’ll kill that tree, and… Only then, I’ll be able to save you, and save this family.

She didn’t say a word. Her eyes open-wide, in silence. Noah didn’t expect an answer. He turned his back, said goodbye, and headed for the exit. As he was exiting, he thought he was a fool to have though this was a good idea. He was a buffoon, who thought too much of himself. He was not a destined hero, nor someone with a powerful desire, like those on the tales, or Qatsi. He was just a human. Perhaps he wasn’t made for this. But maybe, just maybe-

“Please, take care”. –He froze, after those words, he heard his mother move again. To the back of the room, facing the wall. Feet stuck in the ground; he pinched his skin. He was awake, he didn’t imagine it. He did not know what to say, but perhaps, the best thing was saying nothing.

He felt a relief on his shoulders. He didn’t know why, but he did. He exited the dungeon. The last moon had gone up as well, and a dark purple sky had set on the night sky. He was ready to go. He only had to say goodbye to his brother, but Noah knew he would understand him. He would send him help and money every week, so he could survive alone with his father.

Noah decided not to say goodbye to his father. He understood he became like this due to the situation with his mother, but that did not make him less guilty. After considering various options, he opened the front door at his home and headed to the bedroom. With all the equipment ready, he woke up his brother with a smile. A sudden burst of confidence was born inside him; one that would help him turn into the hero his brother wanted him to be. “Thanks. Mom”.

He pat his brother’s head gently, until he woke up.

“Wake up, dumbass. Your hero’s gonna make a legend out of himself.”

#drominas archive #c6 : equinox of two souls #c6 : interludes

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koajan-blog · 7 months

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Interludio 1: The Hero

The hero’s beginning.

It was already late at night when Noah decided to make his escape.

He felt guilty. He felt like he wasn’t the brother he was supposed to be. He’d probably be better with someone as Qatsi, or the black haired one.

He reached out to the jail where the monster was locked up in. The creature at first didn’t notice him, but when Noah coughed, the gloomy figure turned its head and looked at him in the eyes:

He pat his brother’s head gently, until he woke up.

“Wake up, dumbass. Your hero’s gonna make a legend out of himself.”

#drominas archive #c6 : equinox of two souls #c6 : interludes

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