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Part 3 of Shadow au, Syns making progress! I think! He thinks! We don't know! Also added some extra stuff to this one because I was inspired by the height chart art using Darkness' extra sharp design so woo! Enjoy your boy @seasidemew! This part was actually meant to be bit heavier but lmao I've changed the order of my canon it's fine lmao so you get another relaxing one
Conversations and Progress
The dark hued two delicately landed in the middle of the makeshift camp, the grass was soft and cool under her feet as she glanced wearily to the side, her pink toned brother snuffled in his sleep stretching wiggling made a mrrp and rolling over with an exhale returning to lightly snoring as she let out a faint sigh of relief. He didn't actually know her yet, they'd never met and frankly after what happened she intended to keep it that way.
The orange hued two lifted her head from where she sat leaning against a tree looking at her sister with dark bags forming under her eyes. She stood slowly motioning with her head and stepped out of the campsite walking a small distance before stopping and waiting for her taller sister.
"What has he asked then?" May hugged herself as she asked the question, thumbs rubbing her arms softly in self soothing motions as she turned her head to glance at her sibling.
"This and that, he still wonders how and why we know each other and he's suggested his own theories he thinks we have a truce or blackmail on each other. And he's been asking what we've been saying about him naturally."
The orange one hummed uncomfortably squeezing her own arms, "and are you still being safe? He's not threatened you or followed you back to your nest?"
"No, not yet, he's moved as if to join me on the flight home but I told him I needed my beauty sleep and my privacy and I didn't like a man that disrespected either of those." She shrugged casually, "it seemed to work."
"Citrine… you really must be more careful..if he, I don't know he might turn if he thinks you're just screwing with him or get real nasty if he gets bored of the games."
"I know.." Her tail swayed, "I know. I'm being careful don't worry so much May, you should be thinking of yourself more I mean look at those bags. Are they designer? You could steal a purse with them when did you last get a proper nights' sleep?"
May looked away squeezing herself, "not since I thought I saw him that night… not properly since finding out I was right.." She shook her head looking back at her sister, "But it's my JOB to worry about you and to worry about Matt. I'm the oldest, you're my baby sister and he's my baby brother. I can't just sleep peacefully knowing he might lurk into camp and slaughter either of you."
Darkness grimaced to herself "May.." She felt Mays hands grab her face reaching up with some difficulty for the height difference.
"No, don't you May me, you're family okay? And I care about you a lot so I'm gonna worry."
She sighed, moving to take her sisters' wrists, planning to move her hands off her face, "you're too forgiving all things considering with me you know."
"You've grown and you've changed, I know you feel bad over what happened because you push away any kindness thinking you don't deserve it, but you do. I mean you keep checking in on us and watching that, that guy for us even though he could be a threat to you. AND hush hush ehp not finished close your mouth, and you're trying to change your identity claiming a new name moving on from being Darkness, and I'm really proud of you for it. Maybe I am too forgiving but I think you've earned the forgiveness."
Darkness hummed awkwardly looking away with her eyes, "I mean the whole experimental new names thing is personal because the name was dumb not some, spiritual metaphor." She moved Mays hands to emphasis the denial of self flinching and pulling her hands away when May winced.
"Ah-!" May looked at the bloody little marks on her wrist and frowned before grabbing one of her sisters hands who tried to retract them pulling it close to examine, she squeezed one of her fingers hearing her hiss in discomfort as a jagged crystal protruded from her paw like a claw.
"What did you do…" her voice was soft and deeply concerned as she examined Darkness' hand noticing the spikes protruding from her wrist also, "Citrine…"
"Dont…that names too nice for me.." She sighed softly, "I saw him. During the day fighting a Mega evolved Aggron. It didnt stand a chance… I got, scared, and panicked so I added more to myself to be stronger so if he turns nasty, if I have to fight him it'll give me the edge and extra strength."
"That must hurt.."
"It's not so bad, rather ache now and win then avoid needed pain and lose."
"I don't agree with you doing this to yourself, but it's done now.. If it comes to it you know I'd fight by your side against him."
"You're such a mother sometimes." Darkness chuckled softly, "I suppose I like the sound of those odds." May gently released her hand.
"Just please don't do anything else like this to yourself okay? Cause I don't want it turning into a self punishment thing. I know you because you're like me, you're from me, I am your mother." Though her tone was stern it did end in a playful way as she offered her sister a comforting smile.
"Hm, fine sure whatever mom," Darkness laughed softly, "I should go entertain him then for a bit, don't want him getting too bored or jealous." Moving to step away.
"Please stay." She paused at Mays request, "I, want Matt to meet you and I just, I have a bad feeling tonight. I don't know I feel bad letting you leave to go to him. I worry you won't come back. So, stay? You can have my bed." Darkness swished her tail smiling softly to her sister, usually she'd argue about having to go but to some degree she'd been wanting to meet her little brother too even if she was anxious with his initial negative experience with shadow mewtwo. "and I might actually sleep better tonight with you both nearby and safe!"
"aah fine I guess you've convinced me," smiling casually she watched Mays shoulders drop in relief as they moved to walk back to the camp.
"I think Matt will love you once he gets to know you realize who you are...and I think you're wrong Citrine is a nice name for you you deserve a good name and I think you should get a name that's pretty. Like Crystal or Jewel or uh Diamond or Moonstone." Darkness snorted softly.
"I'm noticing a theme here," smirking as May floundered.
"Well you said Citrine was a gem so like eehh was trying to think of other gem things I thought you liked it for that?"
"Well, it's like a yellow gem and it's kinda pretty..though it was his suggestion before he swapped to Citrus cause I got the two confused."
"Ah yes orange scented," May lightly bumped into her sister playful as they walked into camp, "I mean you're a pretty gem, it's up to you what you choose."
Darkness hesitated for a moment, "I, was thinking of maybe looking at M starting names…since like you and Matt..but that's probably intruding.."
May smiled at her comfortingly, "Hey that'd be nice, or if you pick an A starting name we could become M A M." Darkness lightly hit her face shoving her away as she laughed.
"Never mind I'm never taking suggestions from you ever," but she laughed fondly as May chuckled in mischievous motioning for Darkness to take her bed, a few leaves carefully arranged on the ground for padding against the dirt just as cushioning the best they could do considering they were out in the wilds with no equipment.
Darkness moved to sit but pointed at her in play threat, "you better sleep." With May putting her hands up in surrender before moving to find a spot to sit to sleep as Darkness awkwardly tried to get comfortable. She missed her cot back at her nest but she appreciated the gesture and that her sister wanted her there. She stretched out and then curled up using the middle of her tail as a cushion. May found a tree trunk to lean against, she looked up past the treeline scanning the sky for a moment before taking off her glasses carefully placing them down on the grass besides her before as she brought her knees to her chin crossing her arms over her knees and nuzzling her cheek into her arm crook to sleep.
From far away higher up, Syns tail swayed and thumped aggressively into the tree trunk of the branch he was sitting on. He scanned over the area where the pair had made camp watching the other shadow pokemon join them as his brows furrowed in frustration and confusion, why was she staying there?? What about their chats? His tail thumped the tree trunk in frustration again.
He moved to stand and stepped casually from the branch he was stood on to fly over, if she wasn't going to come see him he'd go see her. He felt the air shifting as he grew closer, a subtle but tangible building of energy as he approached causing him to slow but not stop. The air shimmered and he stopped before he flew right into the shining white dome that materialized feeling the sharp gust caused by its sudden creation. He watched it glisten a shine of white before fading and wondered what that was, he reached a hand out with practiced caution feeling his fingers collide with something solid the white shimmer reappearing where his fingers made impact.
"A protect huh…" He pulled his hand back and the glow faded but as he observed where the dome had originally formed there was a slight haze to indicate it's existence that it wasn't gone just simply blending into its surroundings. He started to wonder how a protect this large and powerful could form as his eyes glanced to the campsite, Mays whited over eyes stared forward without seeing glowing with psychic energy. He should've guessed.
Judging by the size and strength of the protect, he theoretically COULD smash his way through it if he really went for it but watching her eyes roll back and her body slump to the ground gave him the impression it was a subconscious move and breaking it might actually wake her. Besides, there's no way it'd last forever. He'd wager by morning it would've weakened or faded. Sighing just a little annoyed he moved to go find a new perch to watch them more closely he supposed.
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Syn grumbled as rays of light beamed offendingly right into his face, he squinted at the sun with a faint growl lazily moving his hand to shove a cloud over it for five more minutes as he wiggled his shoulders to readjust himself against his tree trunk. As he tried to return to his sleep his brain became aware of the lack of psychic tension that had been present the night before practically dragging his thoughts around to force him into an awake state to which he groaned softly squinting to the side of camp, he blinked his tired eye momentarily mistaking glistening droplets of water as the haze around the protect before realizing it was in fact gone.
Slightly unhappily he sat up to properly peer at the campsite, it was early first light and they were all still asleep. He could've easily approached but also he didn't want to trigger another protect, he'd wait till May was at least conscious deducing she'd be less likely to do anything spontaneously powerful with an awake brain.
The Pinky one, Matt or something had managed to roll off of his makeshift leaf bed in the night and had contorted himself into an obscure position with his head touching his lower back nearly, legs stretched backwards and tail wrapping around the tip resting near his chest. Citrine meanwhile had curled herself up quite small into a ball much like other feline creatures. And May was still flopped out on the floor, chin in the grass body twisted so her legs were still up as she was sat which would probably put an ache on her spine.
The sun won its battle against Syns block cloud and the sunlight gently warmed the leaves and grace dancing over the sleeping lot in the campsite with only May grumbling her legs finally falling in a flop as she rolled over to hide her face from the sun before clumsily sitting up and promptly bashing the side of her head into the tree trunk she'd originally been leant again with clearly no spacial awareness. Syn did a mock flinch to himself quietly chuckling as she quietly groaned rubbing the side of her head with a soft "ow" as she slowly got to her feet grabbing her glasses and waddling off to the side.
Syn contemplated walking into the camp with her gone, maybe he could grab her brother as a bargaining chip or drag Citrus away to find out why she abandoned their usual talks but he knew that wouldn't really help him get closer to his goal. He couldn't force May or Citrus to reveal their secrets, couldn't intimidate or threaten them into wanting to join him because they could attack him and would likely reject him. He had to play it calm and he had to be approachable, he was a charming guy he just had to let May see that like how Citrus did.
He sighed softly collecting himself with an inhale and exhale running a hand past his eye to clear away any sleep and smoothly feeling up his horn, he was quite the specimen after all he's sure they could both see that. He moved casually to glide along to see where May went, he didn't want Citrus mad that he ruined her beauty sleep after all.
He was glad by the lack of energy in the air it meant his theory was correct and it was subconscious otherwise another barrier would have appeared as he passed her siblings. He found her knelt by a small stream, her glasses carefully placed down beside her, her head was currently under the water and making bubbles with her head slightly shaking before she sat up and breathed and shook her head again to shake the water off. She squinted past the water on her eyelashes making opening her eyes and seeing kind of difficult. In her side vision she could make out a darker colored shape before she brought her hands up to rub her eyes to clean the sleep away and to clean her face from the grass and mud stuck under her chin.
"G'morning sis," She yawned past her hands cleaning her face, "sleep well?"
"Oh," the male voice that reached her ears caused her to stiffen in terror, "so she's your sister?" Mays head whipped around as she shoved herself quickly against the floor to half stumble and half throw herself backwards scrambling away from Syn as he drank water collected in his hand from the stream. He turned to look at her as she fell into a sit at a distance from him, he could see her eyes were wide and breathing rapidly.
He couldn't deny feeling a bit disappointed at the reaction, the fight had been a while ago surely she would've gotten over it by now and besides he knows Citrus and her have been talking so he didn't get what the reaction was for. He moved his hand to pick up her forgotten glasses holding them out to her.
"I think you need these, right?" Her eyes were trained on him watching his every move down to the flick of his tail. "Look I don't want to fight, I'm not here to hurt you I just wanna talk." He offered one of his dashing smiles and the sight of his sharp teeth sent a feeling of dread through her.
He could see she was thinking locked in place unable to decide what to do, he in this moment kind of held the glasses over her because she needed them so she couldn't flee safely without them but he could see she didn't feel comfortable staying either. It was frustrating he was hoping for a warmer reception but he kept his face steady letting his brows fall in a sad kind of way rather than displaying frustration, acting sad instead of showing his real emotions.
"I'm sorry, I must have really hurt you huh?" He copied the tone of someone genuinely apologetic quite well, he didn't necessarily feel bad about the fight or aftermath. She was a rival, a meal at the time. How was he to know she was interesting? He lifted the glasses with his purple psychic energy and moved them over to her as a peace offering.
She hesitated before slowly taking them and he watched her at least pause to put them on as she looked at him again rather than immediately bolting. He kept the sad look on his face lowering his head as if ducking in apology or embarrassment as she watched him uncertainly.
She didn't move for a moment watching him as he moved to look at the water as if he was unable to bear looking at her, internally impressed with his acting skills. He heard her quietly shifting but it didn't sound like she was standing, she adjusted from her terrified position into a slightly more comfortable sit making sure it was a position she could easily move from. She watched him blinking a bit in confusion as she observed him.
Darkness had said he was much more civilized when she spoke with him, flirty even but not looking for a fight and not aggressive. She'd assumed he only acted that way because Darkness had a crystal too, but he was acting kind of normal now.
"Uhm," May uncertainly coughed into her hand to clear her throat, "I'm, gonna, go…" She moved to awkwardly stand saying, "enjoy the, water?" then cringing to herself as she turned to return to camp awkwardly. He turned his head to look at her watching her go, part of him having wanted her to stay to be fascinated by his good behavior to want to know all she could and he was a bit annoyed she didn't seem to care. He did also know it was to some degree a win, had she attacked him it meant she still saw him as a threat so clearly she must be somewhat intrigued by him.
"May?" She froze a bit at him knowing her name it felt so strange coming from his mouth uncertainly turning her head to look at him, "I am genuinely sorry for what I did, I'm trying to do better with this," he touched his shoulder around the crystal feigning pain and sorrow, "so I hope I can make it up to you and your brother someday." He gave her a smile that seemed genuine and she almost found herself fully believing him. With a shy smile she nodded unsure how to answer that at all and walked away to camp.
When her back turned Syns smile fell into a disappointed scowl, he put his head in his hand and he wrinkled his nose in frustration knowing no more than he did for trying this. He only hoped that he'd planted the seeds and he'd be able to reap the harvest later, if she did believe him then he could start to worm his way in. If her and Citrus were sisters and had a rocky past he's sure he could work it out with her too.
May walked back to camp feeling confused and anxious, her heart was still thumping despite nothing having happened but she knows it could've. And yet he seemed quite sad… She couldn't deny she did in fact feel a bit bad just abandoning him there on his own lonesome but what could she even say to him? And how could she justify just sitting being friendly with the Pokemon who tried to murder her brother? She sighed a bit to herself and stopped, she should've maybe at least asked his name. Should she go back? Would it be weird to? If he was sorry and did want to fix it wouldn't it be polite to be able to address him by name? Mutually extend the opportunity of healing? If he's just 'that Mewtwo who tried to kill Matt' in her mind isn't that a bit cruel?
She groaned to herself debating and awkwardly walking back, he was still sat by the water and he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, after some more mental debating she cleared her throat making him quickly look towards her, seeming a bit startled which in turn startled her.
"I, uh, sorry, I… never got your name?" She felt awkward just saying it she should've just kept walking. He looked at her and she could only imagine how much he was judging her, meanwhile Syn had to hide the want to break into a victorious smirk, she wanted to know his name and there's no way she'd want to know that if she wasn't thinking about him.
"Syn, you can call me Syn." He smiled at her giving another dashing smile and it weirdly didn't fill her with dread this time, she smiled a bit nodding at him in understanding.
"Syn..well, um nice to officially meet you, you already know my name but uh I'm May." She felt awkward as he looked at her smiling, but it felt a bit weird not introducing herself back. She thought about what to say next until she heard Matt yelling in the distance.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU WHERE'S MAY?!"
She flinched a bit at the volume with an oof, "I gotta go do uh damage control, bye!" She moved to run back to camp, stopping to lean back into view, "Syn." giving a wave before sprinting back to explain everything.
Syns' tail swayed up and down, content with the turn of events. He grinned satisfied to himself as he stood up thinking that May was indeed very interested in him. He'd be back later though it seemed like the pair was becoming a trio and the change in chemistry may cause difficulties. But, he counted this as a win overall. Maybe Citrus had put in a good word for him.
#My writing#@seasidemew oc#@seasidemew syn#I don't think this needs any tags for once holy moly#But like if you feel it needs any let me know obviously#Darkness choose a name challenge 2023 XD#She's experimenting lmao I'll let her be actually but I think I'm funny that when he's thinking of her he calls her Citrus#Also sibling moments she loves her sis a lot#And Darkness just there like secretly terrified of Syn#Also lmao Syn is so grumpy in my writing. Mad Citrus doesn't do their usual talks mad at sun mad May isn't infatuated with him#Life is SO unfair for Syn XD#He's just here like um excuse me I'm being a sad little meow meow here you're meant to forgive me and be interested in me now#Like what do you MEAN you're still negatively affected by that fight we had that was like 4 months ago why aren't u over it XD#Syn wants her to be interested in him so bad XD like hello??? I'm interesting?? Be interested!!#But also what a manipulative lying lil fucker just oh :( oh Yea I feel awful :(#May: *asks for Syns name because she wants to extend an olive branch believing his acting*#Syn: god I just can't keep the woman off of me#This is also important like building blocks for the next fic lmao because now the idea of Syn actually being a good boy has been planted m#And since she was just earlier talking about how darkness has redeemed herself she'll be thinking huh maybe he can be redeemed too#Spoilers he cannot probably who knows but he lie and fib and May unfortunately sees the best in people#Tw blood mention#Dangit XD
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Cg stucky x little reader x little Peter where he is the older bro and very protective about his little sis and they go to the avenger tower but she is in babyspace and non-verbal and he won't let anyone near her and is like "nooooo she to tiny you make her owie" and when someone else than their caregivers try to pick her up he Hit the person and get punished by daddies
Baby's Bodyguard
Word Count: 800
A/N: This is such a sweet idea!!!! I love big bro Peter & there's gonna be a lot more of him coming in the future I think 💕 Also nobody yell at me but I haven't actually watched Hawkeye & I don't know anything about Kate imsosorry enjoy!! 💕
Joining the Rogers-Barnes family as their precious and littlest baby was the greatest thing that happened to everyone involved, but nobody took on a greater pride than your big bubba Peter. Steve and Bucky had been worried at first that he wouldn’t take it well, no longer being an only child and the absolute center of their attention. To their surprised delight, however, Peter took on his new older sibling responsibilities with a soldier’s pride.
Any time you were out on an errand or playing in the park, Peter took it upon himself to keep a watchful eye on you, even though your daddies were more than capable. Whenever you weren’t in your daddies’ arms, you were holding Peter’s hand. At the playground, he’d go down the slide first to make sure it wasn’t too fast, and then wait at the bottom to catch you as you followed. When you ordered food in a restaurant, Peter always took the first bite to make sure it was safe. Well, maybe that one wasn’t as much about protection as it was getting an extra bite, but still. At parties and playdates it was a little easier for him to get distracted, but he always made sure you were within earshot.
That’s how you found yourself now, in one of the common rooms of the sprawling Avengers compound, stacking blocks into a castle while Peter half paid attention to Wanda’s game of pretend on the other side of the room, his focus divided between her and you. Steve was standing around the snack table talking to Bruce and Tony, while Bucky and Sam cracked open a couple of beers on the balcony. It wasn’t a party so much as a lively get-together, team members and family only.
It also happened to be Kate’s first party with the gang. Kate had been kind to you the few times you had met her, engaged with you in your pretend games and played hide and seek around the compound with you and your friends, but you didn’t trust her all the way yet. She was new here, she didn’t know that the only ones you allowed to carry you were your daddies. When Tony announced that dinner was ready, she was the closest to you, so she picked you up to carry you into the dining room with everyone. She meant well, she handled you gently, but that meant nothing to you at this moment.
Peter’s spidey senses noticed it first, the sharp intake of your breath as you started to wail. Poor Kate didn’t realize what was happening as everything unfolded. A sticky web splatted into the back of her shirt as Peter ran over to the two of you.
“No! You put baby down!!” He shouted, smacking the side of Kate’s arm like a cat batting a toy; not enough to hurt her.
Kate let go of you as you flung yourself into Peter’s arms, now sobbing from both the fright of being picked up by a new person and the commotion that had followed it. Peter barely had time to comfort you when a strong voice rang out over the noise.
“Hey!” Steve shouted, not needing to say anything else to get everyone in the room silent and staring at him. Even you had stopped crying when you saw your daddy enter the room. Peter immediately spoke out in your defense.
“She was scaring baby!” He cried out, pointing an accusatory finger at Kate.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t! I was just bringing her to dinner!” Kate defended herself, desperately hoping the super soldier would understand. It wasn’t Steve she was worried about, though; Bucky was glaring at her with ice cold eyes.
Steve placed a calming hand on his husband’s shoulder, calming him instantly.
“Alright, everybody calm down,” Steve said, his face softening as he turned to meet your eyes. “Are you hurt, babydoll?”
You shook your head, reaching out for your daddy’s arms.
“I promise,” Kate said, “all I did was pick her up!”
“I believe you.” Steve nodded. “She just doesn’t like getting picked up by anybody but her family. It's okay, you didn’t know yet.”
Kate smiled, grateful for the forgiveness. Your tears had dried, your breathing had calmed, and your tummy had started to rumble. Steve gave you a kiss on the head, and with the chaos settled, everyone began to shuffle off to the dining room. Peter mingled in amongst them until he felt a cold hand on the back of his shirt.
“Uh uh, not so fast kiddo,” Bucky warned, pulling the youngster aside. “I saw you hit Kate. That’s not nice and you know it.”
Peter looked down at his sneakers. “I’m sorry Baba,” he said dejectedly.
“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Kate. Bucky let Peter go, following him into the kitchen before adding: “and no dessert tonight!”
#little!reader#stucky x little!reader#agere fic#bucky x little!reader#daddy!stucky x little!reader#daddy!stucky#daddy!bucky#marvel agere#peter x little!reader#stucky x little!peter#little!peter x little!reader#chloe's fic
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── 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐕
Summary: Being Belly & Steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?
Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog
Warnings: angst, fluff, talking about panic attacks, swearing, crying (lmk if i missed anything!)
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It was the morning after the incident — thank god I woke up in my own room now. I was still exhausted, tired from last night. I never thanked that person that helped me last night, I never thanked him.
It was 9 in the morning, I decided to just stay in my room. I can’t face them — I just can’t, how can I? I’m still hurt from it, from what they said to me.
There was a knock on my door. “Come in!” I sat up and looked at the door — It was Steven. “Hey sis, goodmorning” Steven walked towards me, he was holding a plate with food in it. Gosh I love Steven, he was the only one who truly cared.
“Hey Steve” I said, looking up to him — smiling at him. “I got you breakfast” he said, titlting his head. He smiled, raising his shoulders.
I stood up and hugged him. We always had each other even from the start, even when we were little. He understands me and I understand him. That’s what I love about our relationship.
“Thank you, Steve. For everything”
“Ofcourse sis. Anything for you” Steven pulled away, rubbing my shoulders. “So, I heard that you had a panic attack last night. You want to talk about it?” He sat down — asking me to sit down with him. He placed the plate on my lap.
As I started to eat my breakfast, Steven said “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I can understand” looking at me — smiling gently.
I looked back at him “No it’s okay, we can talk about it. Just wanted to ask you, who told you?” He looked down, fidgeting with his fingers. He shouldn’t have asked — he thought.
“Oh uh, it was Conrad”
Ofcourse it was him, he was the one who helped me. He was the one who went up to me last night, at the beach.
“Oh, ofcourse” I said looking at him, I smiled — nodding. He just looked at me waiting for an answer. Waiting for me to tell him what the reason was behind my panic attack.
“It was just too much for me last night. I guess I just exploded. I never meant to yell at mom or Belly, I was just too tired. It was like I was in the middle of everything — it wss my first time having that incident, Steve. I thought I wouldn’t make it.” I told him, plopping down on my bed — sighing deeply, putting my arm over my eyes.
“I am so sorry that happened to you sis, I should’ve been there by your side — defending you, I should’ve followed you.” Steven’s voice was filled with worry, with disappointment. I might’ve struggled a lot last night, he thought.
Hearing the sadness in his voice, I sat up — putting my arms around his shoulder “Steve you shouldn’t be sorry, it’s okay. I’m okay now, don’t worry” I looked at him then I leaned my head on his shoulder while he leaned his head on top of my head.
“I got you always, sis. You know that”
“I do, Steve. I also got you, always. I am so thankful for you”
We stayed like that for a moment until Steven had to go because Laurel was calling for him — he had this thing with Shayla — it was probably about the deb ball.
TIME SKIP
After mopping around in my room and doing god know’s what, I decided to go get ready to go out. I couldn’t stay here in my room all day so I decided to go to the beach and get some fresh air.
As I walk downstairs, I saw Susannah — she was with Belly & Laurel in the living room. “Goodmorning, Y/N!” Susannah greeted me, I greeted her back then walked out of the door — completely ignoring my sister and my mom.
Conrad and Jeremiah were in the living room, playing games. I hesistated between going to him or not but I chose not to go to Conrad just to thank him for last night — it’ll just add fuel to whatever heat is going on between me and Belly. It was best to keep quiet and not say anything.
I went out of the door and went straight to the beach.
For me, beaches have a soothing ambiance that nothing can beat. The earthy and salty scents of the sea breeze. The sounds of the ocean and gulls. It calmed me, it is my way of coping.
“Hi, pretty girl” It was Jeremiah — I looked up to him then I pat beside me, telling him to sit down. “Hi Jere” I said smiling. He sat down letting me lean on him.
He put his arms around me, rubbing my shoulders “How are you? I heard you had a fight with Belly yesterday, they were talking about it earlier.” He said — brows furrowed.
“Interesting, I thought they were over it, I guess not. But yeah, we had a fight yesterday but I’m okay now. I don’t really care anymore” I shrugged — not really wanting to waste my time just thinking about that stupid fight that we had.
Jeremiah chuckled “It’s good that you’re unbothered about it right now. You shouldn’t waste your time on that, enjoy your last week here in Cousins!” I just smiled and nodded. I don’t want to promise him anything, knowing that I already made up my mind.
Jeremiah stood up, offering me a hand “You wanna go get ice cream?” he smiled widely — I nodded, giggling.
“So what you gonna get?”
“The usual”
“Coffee” we said at the same time. Jeremiah made a face, a dirty face.
“Ew” he said, teasing me. “Uh don’t you ever! I never teased you about your obsession with milk” I elbowed him in the stomach, he looked at me chuckling.
“I’m just kidding” he said smiling — wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we walked towards the ice cream shop.
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It was night now, they were all eating dinner but i’m here in the pool swimming — I didn’t feel like eating, it was too awkward for me plus I was still full from earlier because Jeremiah spoiled me with food too much.
I always loved swimming, ever since I was little. Swimming and the beach are one of the things that I love. Swimming just makes me feel a lot better, it make me keep my mind off of things.
I swam and just enjoyed the coolness of the pool. As I returned to the surface — I saw Conrad, a plate beside him, filled with food. He wasn’t smoking this time, he was just watching me swim.
“Hey” Conrad said, looking at me — smiling. I looked at him, I didn’t want to talk to him — I wanted to ignore, to get away from him. I can’t keep hurting my sister. Why is it so hard?
“Oh hi” I turned around, not wanting to look in his eyes. “Uhm, I got you food” Conrad said, I turned to him — I saw him holding up the plate with my favorite, “I made it” he smiled.
I turned and looked at him — confused, why was he doing this? Belly didn’t tell him that we had a fight? Did no one tell him about yesterday? but it’s impossible, he was the one who helped me when I was having a panic attack — maybe he never asked.
He looked at me, his smile faltered. “Hey what’s wrong? why are you ignoring me?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. “I am not ignoring you, Conrad. I’m just confused why you are here and why you made me that food” I looked at him — disappointment started to fill his face, his heart was slowly breaking.
“Oh, i’m sorry” he said, putting the plate down — looking down. I needed to do this — so he would stay away from me. I had to do it, for my sister, for me.
I swam to him — still keeping distance. “You don’t have to say sorry, I guess they just never told you what happened yesterday.” Conrad tilted his head, confused about what happened tomorrow.
“Well I never really asked.”
“Even though you saw me have a panic attack last night?”
“Yeah, it was your business. I didn’t want to just butt in it. I respect your privacy too” Conrad looked at me with his gentle blue eyes.
How can I stay away from him when this is how he cares for me?
“Me, my mom and Belly fought yesterday” I said before swimming away from him.
Conrad stood up, “What? Why did you guys fight?” his voice laced with concern, his brows furrowed — his lips started to frown.
“Well, Belly saw me getting out of your room yesterday” Conrad frowned, his shoulder slumped. Why were you the only one that Belly yelled at — he thought. Why did you have to take the blame?
Conrad’s heart was beating so fast, he wanted to hurt himself. He never wanted this, for Belly and Laurel to accuse you of something you didn’t do. “I am so sorry, Y/N. I-I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve defended you. I should’ve taken all the blame”
“Conra-“
“No… no it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken you to my room, now.. now Belly and Laurel is mad at you. I am so fucking sorry, i’m so stupid. Fuck!” He sat down, his head was in his hands. His face filled with frustration. He could’ve taken all the blame — he thought, it was his fault afterall.
I swam all the way to him, my hands on his knees. “Conrad it’s okay, breathe. I’m okay now, everything will be alright. Soon” I took his hand and removed it from his face, I caressed his face and wiped his tears.
He started to lean in but I backed away — I know where this was going — that’s what I thought but in his mind, all he wanted to do was hug me, was to be close to me because it felt like he was losing me, like he was going to lose me.
“Soon?” He asked — I swam all the way to the end of the pool and got out of the pool, he stood up — walking towards me, giving me a towel from the chair.
“I’m planning to go back home tomorrow.” I said, turning to him — we were now face to face. He looked at me with his brows furrowed.
“What? Why?” He said trying to reach for my hand but I pulled away. “It’ll just make things easier, Conrad. For everyone, for me.” I said looking up at him.
I had to stay away from him, this was the only way — was to go back early. I wanted to stay here in Cousins, I wanted to stay with Susannah but I just can’t. I can’t enjoy my last week here when all I can think about was about was him and Belly, together.
“You.. you don’t have to do that y/n. Please just stay, mom would want you to stay. I would never go near you again if that was the only reason why you wanted to go back home.” Conrad was panicking — trying to convince me to stay because he knew that whenever I was here, I never wanted to go back home. This time was different.
I looked at him, holding his shoulders gently, “Conrad, I have to do this. It would be easier for me to focus on college.” he pulled me closer and hugged me, his head was on my shoulder.
“I don’t want you to go, I don’t want to wait another year just to see you”
“Please Conrad. Let’s not make this hard for the both of us”
“It’s our last week, just please… please stay” Conrad pulled away, holding my shoulder gently — looking at me in the eyes.
I pulled away, I took my towel and started to walked towards the door. This conversation wouldn’t go anywhere, I don’t think anything can change my decision.
I went inside the house — I saw all of them in living room, Conrad was right behind me. Belly was about to stand up and walk towards me, probably to yell at me again because i’m with Conrad.
“Belly, come on. Stop it” Conrad looked at Belly, stopping her on saying anything bad. Belly looked at him — confused and mad because Conrad was defending me. “Nothing happened, I just talked to her so stop.” Conrad looked at everyone, making sure Laurel heard him too. He walked towards the couch and sat beside Steven.
“I’m planning on leaving tomorrow.” I said, as I walked towards the kitchen to get a drink. Jeremiah stood up from the couch after hearing me say that, “You’re leaving? why? it’s too early plus we’re leaving sunday, just stay.” he said walking towards the kitchen, grabbing me
I shrugged, “Just thought it would make things easier for everyone” I looked down, trying to stop myself from crying. I dont want to leave but they’re making it hard for me to stay.
“Oh special girl, do you really want to do that?” Susannah asked, her eyes filled with worry. She didn’t want me to leave but she didn’t want to push me into something I didn’t want to do.
I looked at her and nodded, “College is coming soon so I need to focus on that.” Laurel looked at me, she knew what the real reason was, she knew I was tired. She knew that I had to get away from her, from Belly, from all the problems.
Belly sat down beside Conrad then leaned her head on him “Well.. do you want me to help you pack?” she asked, looking at me. I looked at her, surprised that she’s talking to me.
“No, It’s alright. I already started packing earlier so I don’t think I need any help.”
“Oh uhm okay, I guess we’ll just see you when we get home?”
I just nodded before going upstairs to shower. I went in my room first to get my clothes then went straight to the bathroom to clean myself. I can finally let my feelings out.
I sat in the bathtub and cried and cried until I had no more tears to shed. In spite of the fact that I was on my last day here, Laurel did not seem to care at all, it hurt me to receive this type of treatment. However, I made the decision to leave early on my own. I must endure the pain, I must endure the suffering but it's okay , the pain will be over soon, it’ll be over tomorrow — I thought. I’m going to be alright.
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It didn't occur to me that Steven was having a difficult time as well, I thought I was the only one having a hard time. As I was crying in the bathroom, I did not realize that he was also crying outside listening to me cry — he was crying because I was crying. The reason he was crying was because he did not know what to do, what to say to me in order to keep me. He knew that no one would ever be able to change my decision. All he wanted was to spend time with his family, with Susannah, Conrad, and Jeremiah. Why did it have to be like this?
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Oh my goodness! I ADORE your blog! I love all your storylines!!! 🌸🌸😭😭😭🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
I almost thought I was only person in this world who enjoyed Petrikov mpreg, I’m so blown away right now!!! T o T
Oh, and can I ask? What was Marceline and Simon’s bond like during Simon’s pregnancy up until the birth? And also, what was Morrigan and Marceline’s sibling bond like before Simon eventually passed and they become distant?
I see a very anxiety-ridden Marcy through those 4 months but also a super happy big sis by the end of it.
Maybe she was the type to sing songs to them…? Maybe when she’s tasked with babysitting them and they are all fussy, she calms them down by singing… “Everything Stays”?
thank you so much, it's really touching to hear that since.. i always kinda feel like i'm flailing with storytelling! i felt the same way before i started posting my stuff but now i see there's a little group of us chillin'.
despite marceline's worries she was very much present for simon during the pregnancy. she visited a lot and simon knew if he ever needed to talk she was a phone call away. plus, she had the honor of being the only person morrigan actually got excited to hear.
tw/cw for sfw and nonfetish mpreg
simon is. sooooo sentimental w marceline when he's pregnant.
marcy also would fly simon to the candy kingdom at night a lot so pb could try and get a reading on the baby. they did it at night so nobody would be awake + marceline didn't have to hide under all her sun gear.
simon had those moments where he just felt... like a freak, almost? and while pb tended to exasperate the problem by how she treated the baby as a threat (sorry simon) marceline helped him feel more normal and tried to adapt to his needs. and yeah, she was still pretty stressed- pb and marcy both were, and they also held onto each other a lot through this uncertain time- but she tried to bottle it up around simon, and in the end it was all worth it and marcy got a really cool little sibling to flaunt.
plus, she got to deliver them. she got to be the first thing they saw! how gnarly is that?
morrigan was actually a pretty amicable baby. very aware. very intelligent. and if they did fuss, the mere sight of marceline was enough to cheer them right up. marcy still taught them how to sing everything stays, though! i like to think simon and marcy are both pretty musical folks, and morrigan was no different.
morrigan really looked up to marceline and wanted to be like her. they loved hearing her stories (especially about the events in obsidian) and marcy loved having someone she could be a mentor figure to. she taught them EVERYTHING she could think of and knew, and absolutely relished in how much morrigan loved her. plus, they got to sass each other as all siblings do. morrigan was a pretty smart kid off the bat and they could bounce off each other for HOURS.
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Cleo in Movie Monster was kinda really cute tho
Like, makes sense Frankie would wanna be with the tech and operate the cameras (even three hours after the cameras ran out of batteries) (was Frankie powering them with their own charge??) (were they just standing there staring at nothing for three hours because no one called cut??)
But Cleo? Choosing to do makeup with her scarabs? And having her swarm set stuff up off camera?
It either says a lot about her, that she didn’t even try for the leading role-
Meaning her determination in Pyramid Scheme to play Cleopatra was specifically because she NEVER gets a leading role when big sis Nefera was around- always the tree- instead of a general need to always be center stage.
Which matches well all the other times Cleo has helped and been supportive of her friends, and runs smoothly into the idea that Cleo (sans sibling angst) enjoys making other people look good. Ta-daa, makeup technician!
-orrr, she had some other reason for being there…
Almost everyone else working on Lagoona’s movie project is ALSO one of the theater kids (as seen in Flaunt Your Skeleton). Clawdeen, our main character, very noticeable isn’t playing an active role in either of the theater-themed episodes.
But Heath’s there. Maybe because he and Lagoona had that “you’ll catch someone’s eye” “you are my love!” moment in Horoscare?
Twyla's here (smaller, calmer gathering of friends where she can spend time off to the side? sign me up!)
And. Cleo’s here.
Not to be IN the movie (for all she has a chronic need to be noticed- see Werewolf Weekend…)
No, aside from suggesting some behind-the-scene interviews, and bringing up the idea of a musical, she’s happy working behind the cameras.
Hmm.
I wonder why.
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Detours to You - 26
Hellooooo
Here we are with another chapter. Now this is tooth rotting fluffy. Maya gets to find out she is a big sis and well... her reaction is very Maya like.
Also, Aelin and Rowan have to try and navigate the seas of "telling your kids about pregnancies and babies" Hope I made it fun..
And then of course we have the grandparents...
So well... enjoy
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The day after the wedding Rowan opened his eyes and the first thing he felt was the familiar weight of his daughter on his belly. While still single he loved sleeping belly down and a starfish spread. Now he had he had started sleeping on his back to allow his two women to use him as a pillow.
He looked down and saw Maya on top of him, head tucked in the crook of his neck and her arms spread as if to hug him.
Aelin was sprawled on the bed with her legs draped over his, her arm reaching to cover Maya and her hair all over the place. Yes, it was always a shock to wake up that way, but he would not trade it for anything. He was happy. He kissed both their heads and with his arm he held them both.
After the wedding they had all come back a bit later and Maya had crashed in their bed so they just changed her into her pyjama and slept all together. The bed was big enough to accommodate the mayhem of limbs that the sleeping arrangement caused.
A gentle kiss on Aelin’s head and his stomach fluttered at the memory of the previous day and the news that he was becoming a dad again. He was elated and this time he would be there for every step. It was his second chance and he was not going to miss a single moment.
When he woke up from his thoughts a pair of green eyes identical to his stared back at him “morning, my elf.”
“Morning, dad!” She shouted all excited. Maybe a bit too loud for the hour, but Maya had always a lot of energy from the moment she opened her eyes.
“Shh, mama is still resting.”
“No I am not,” she croaked, her face smashed on Rowan’s chest. Aelin then rolled over and a moment later she was running for the bathroom.
Aelin came back five minutes later and crawled in bed nested in Rowan’s arms.
“Dad, is mum ill?”
Rowan stared at Aelin and she nodded.
“Can you keep a secret for today?”
The girl nodded and Aelin rolled on her back and Rowan exposed her still flat belly. Gently he caressed it enjoying the feeling of knowing that their child was growing inside of Aelin.
“Would you like to have a brother or a sister?”
Maya sat up and looked at her parents in excitement.
He brushed Aelin’s belly once more “See? Your mum is carrying your little sibling.”
The girl look confused and then shocked “did she eat it?”
Aelin laughed “No, my love, your sibling is growing inside me and when they are ready they will be born.”
Maya still looked confused and Aelin thought it was far too early to have the bees and flowers conversation. Rowan had confessed her that they had to order books on how to explain such topic to a child. After the elation of the news now he was panicking at the possible question that Maya might ask.
“They are like a little fish, swimming inside mama’s belly.” Added Rowan.
“Aren’t they scared?”
“No, Maya, your sibling is safe and they are quite cozy too.”
Maya touched her mother’s stomach right where Rowan’s hand was.
“Right now they are very small, but soon they will start to grow. Just like you did.”
She looked at both of her parents “I was inside mama too?”
Aelin nodded.
“Can they hear me?”
Rowan brushed her head “not yet, but soon they will and you will feel your sibling kick as well.”
“Did mama eat the baby?”
Aelin stared at Rowan and he nodded “I love your mum very much and she loves me and together we made the baby.”
Maya was silent for a second pondering the next question for her poor parents “Can I have one too?”
This time it was Aelin’s turn to speak up “Not yet, you need to be much older, but one day, if you want you will be able to have yours too.”
Maya fell silent and then leaned her head on Aelin’s tummy “Hi, I am your big sister.”
Aelin sobbed at the scene and Rowan pulled Maya in his arms “Now, mum will be more tired and you and I need to be super nice to her.”
“I will be nice to mama.”
Rowan rolled out of bed and lifted the girl in his arms “let’s go and make breakfast.”
“Yes! I want waffles.” She quickly got free of her father’s grip and ran out of the door.
Rowan leaned over to Aelin “do you think you can eat something?” A kiss “do you really need to go to work?”
Aelin sat up “I will be fine and I can’t leave Elide alone while Lys is away.”
“Ok, do you want me and Maya to stay with you both?”
“All day at the shop? You will be bored.”
“Think about it,” a kiss on the lips “what if I make you a milkshake?”
Aelin’s arms wrapped around his neck “I will be downstairs soon.”
Once in the kitchen Eiddwen was already there busy preparing a nice Sunday breakfast “Good morning all.”
Maya ran to her grandmother ‘Nana Wen, I am going to be a big sister.” She shouted happily.
Rowan froze. Apparently the concept of not telling anyone did not apply to her grandmother. He and Aelin had planned on having all the grandparents to dinner that night and make the announcement, but Maya had other plans.
“Rowan?”
He looked at his mum and nodded “Aelin told me yesterday. We were planning on having Evalin and Rhoe over tonight for the big reveal.”
His mum stepped closer to him and hugged him tight “another baby?”
Rowan nodded and Maya joined them “I will be a big sister.”
Eiddwen crouched down “yes, you will.”
In that instant Aelin entered the room and Rowan’s mum walked quickly to her crushing her in a hug “I am so happy for you both.”
“Maya blabbed,” added Rowan with a smile.
“Maya! It was a secret.”
“Not to nana!” Added the little girl while trying to climb on her chair.
Eiddwen laughed and started fussing over Aelin who rolled her eyes “You Whitethorn really do fuss a lot.”
“We wear it like a badge of honour.”
Rowan smiled while cooking the waffles “it must be genetic.”
“So what does this mean?”
“We are a family,” added Maya happily “I have a dad too!”
Aelin sat at her daughter’s side and pulled her closer. A soft kiss on her head and in silence she thought about how much different her life was. In the span of months she had gone from being a single mum, to this. To have the family she had imagined with Rowan. She was glad he had been pushy because seeing Maya that happy was worth all the heartache.
“Waffles ready!”
Maya screamed and the chaos that was breakfast could eventually commence.
*
“Mum, I was going to cook!”
“Shush,” Eiddwen waved her wooden spoon at her son “Now, while Aelin is not here,” the woman started stirring “what are you intentions? You live together, have a daughter and there’s another child on their way. Surely you are going to marry the woman?”
Rowan hummed happily “The perfect proposal takes time.”
His mother gasped and threw her arms around him “You have the ring, just seal the deal.” Rowan hugged his mother back and silence fell “Dad should be here. He would have loved Maya.”
“I miss him too, Rowan, but I am sure he is very proud of you.”
“I hope so,” he kissed his mother’s head and pulled back.
“Evalin and I were just discussing a while ago having more grand-babies. I am glad we don’t have to beg.”
*
Evening arrived and when the doorbell went off Rowan went to welcome Aelin’s parents.
“Evalin, Rhoe, do come in” the couple entered the house and removed the shoes “Rowan, this house is stunning.”
“Did you get here okay?”
Rhoe nodded “your instructions were very clear. I agree and it’s a stunning location.”
Rowan agreed “I am barely on the city boundaries, most of the land around me is under the Forestry Services jurisdictions.”
“Mum is cooking and Aelin and Maya are upstairs having a bath.” He added.
Evalin disappeared in the kitchen and Rowan sat down with Rhoe “anything to drink? I have driver’s friendly drinks.”
Rhoe nodded and Rowan came back a moment later with a few options.
“So, is the return to work all going fine?”
Rowan grabbed his drink “Yes, the first few days were a bit chaos as I had to play catch up, but now it’s all fine. The commissioner and I are working on some community projects, he has been supporting me on some changes in safety protocols for some factories after the last big fire.” The hellish fire in which he almost died. He pushed the thought away “I had been at that factory a few times before the accident and I had ordered them to make some changes in storing all the chemicals.”
“What about the man who almost endangered my daughter and Maya?”
Rowan flinched “he is rotting in jail. With the police we discovered a lot of nasty things about him.” A pause “we also stopped another building nearby to be repurposed into offices. Forty five families almost were sent on the streets and some of the ones in Aelin’s building are still in temporary accommodation.”
“That is scandalous.” Rowan nodded and then was silent for an instant. He loved to talk to Rhoe and the man was always very interested in his job.
“One of the initiatives we have introduced is to raise awareness to the fact that the fire services can go to houses and do inspections, make suggestions and in general work on prevention.”
Rhoe stared at him interested “I never knew.”
Rowan nodded “It’s not very well publicised. The previous chief did not believe in it, but the number of house fires that could be prevented is staggering.” Rowan took a sip of his drink “The fire department in Wendlyn encourages it a lot and the Commissioner loved the idea.”
“Any chance you can come and have a look and our house?”
“Of course.”
They were talking and making arrangements when a little silver-haired tornado ran towards them “grampa!”
“Maya!” Rhoe grabbed his granddaughter pulling her on his legs “Grampa I am a big sister!!”
Rowan sighed. Apparently they were not allowed to have secrets with the grandparents.
Rhoe looked at Rowan in question and the man nodded “Evalin! Evalin!”
The woman came running in the living room alerted by her husband’s voice.
“Nana, I am a big sister!” Screamed Maya.
Evalin froze and Aelin appeared in that instant on the threshold.
“Aelin?”
“Yes?”
Evalin ran to her daughter “I am so happy for all of you.”
She looked at Rowan and he shrugged.
“We were planning on a better reveal but Maya is so excited that apparently she needs to tell everyone.”
The woman grabbed Rowan’s hand and pulled him into the hug “Both of you, thank you. This is such a wonderful news.”
“Now all you have to do is to get married.” Added Rhoe deadpanned.
“Dad!”
The man sighed “Aelin, it’s just the next logical step.” He grabbed Maya on his lap again “What do you think? Do we want mum and dad married?”
“Yes!” The girl squealed “and I want to have the rings again.”
Rowan and Aelin were silent.
“Don’t tell me that you two are still fighting on things. I thought all was resolved,” added Evalin who had sat down near her husband.
“We are not fighting,” she replied, looking at Rowan in support and he nodded.
“We are still settling in, in this new arrangement.”
“Aelin is pregnant. Looks to me you two are more than settled.”
Rowan sighed. Rhoe was right and he really was planning on proposing but he was still working on when and how. It had to be special. It had been long time coming and it meant everything to him.
Eiddwen called everyone to battle station when she announced that dinner was ready saving both Aelin and Rowan from further talks of marriages and proposals.
*
That night after the meal was over and Maya in bed, Rowan and Aelin were getting ready for bed. Rowan was already sitting under the covers, his back against the backboard and a book in his hands while Aelin was finishing to change in her night attire.
“I am sorry about my parents tonight,” she called from the ensuite bathroom.
Rowan chuckled “It’s fine, they are just excited.”
Aelin emerged a moment later with shorts and a baggy t-shirt and climbed at his side “I know but maybe be less nosey.”
He folded his arm around her waist and pulled her closer “They just want to see us happy. They know what we have been through,” a kiss on the side of her head “Unless you don’t want us to get married.”
Aelin stiffened “I do, but as you said, we are still getting adjusted to all the changes that happened so quickly.”
Rowan chuckled again “here I agree with your dad, I think we are more than settled.”
She melted in his embrace “I am overthinking again?”
“Ae,” Rowan turned Aelin towards him “there’s nothing wrong in being over cautious,” a kiss on her lips “but if I hadn’t left I would have asked you to marry me a long time ago. You are it for me.”
Aelin was silent and let the closeness to him push away all of her remaining doubts. Rowan was right “There’s no way without you, remember?”
Their song. “All the ways of my life, I’d rather be with you. There’s no way without you.” He sang to her.
Aelin hummed and pulled him down “but I want a fun proposal.”
He rolled over and kissed her “that can be arranged, m’lady.”
“Include Maya, it will make her feel important.”
Rowan smiled. All of a sudden he knew exactly how to propose to Aelin.
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Are you taking any requests for Tom?
If so, can I ask for a reader and their brother Tom? You can either make them hate each other or a team that gets along great, or maybe somewhere in between.
Sending you lots of love and happiness 😊
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◇ Pairing: Tom Riddle & Twin sister!Reader
◇ Warnings: mention of murder, angst, fluff, machismo, crudely.
◇ Summary: Tom and Y/n Riddle find themselves thinking about their brother-sister relationship.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Also sorry if it took me so long. Also the list I use is not mine so credit to the owner.
Both of the Riddle twins' eyes were fixed on the young Slytherin boy who was holding a paper in his hand while discussing with the other Slytherin followers of Tom who were watching the scene trying to hide the fear of their reaction.
If it had been a day like any other no one would have dared to push into such a personal side of the Riddle twins' lives but it was not a day like any other since earlier there had been a celebration of something with Slughorn during the Slughorn Club to which they had been invited and that was why that bit of courage had come out of that Slytherin boy, probably one of those who had had a little too much to drink during the little party.
There was a perceptible tension in the room that even the tipsy ones could sense as they stared at the two heirs of Slytherin waiting for their reaction as the young man continued to talk about how normal it was to do activities with your siblings and that it is wonderful to have someone of your own blood of your own age. Everyone knew that brother-sister relationship and family were sore points that should not be touched in their presence, which is why everyone started placing bets on who would lose their temper first and drop the mask of neutrality and emptiness that they both wore at the moment.
Strangely, that did not happen but Tom Riddle himself reached out and took the note they had handed them, to start reading the bulleted list they had created, moving it slightly so that Y/n could glance at it as well.
It was a list with all the activities that were recruited as normal and things that ALL siblings did at least once in their lives:
make fun of their parents together
make fun of the other siblings.
take each other's clothes
fight over chores
gossip about cousins
help with mean teachers
help cheat on assignments for school
call each other "bro" and "sis"
There was a prolonged silence as the two wizards studied the items on the list carefully, then cast a glance at each other before shifting their cold eyes to them "childish" they murmured in a synchronized way making everyone change the subject.
As the evening and the party in the common room continued the mood of the two Riddles had totally changed, there was something that looked like anguish or almost fear, it was not obviously perceptible but you could see a glimmer in their eyes that were both still fixed on that list.
○ make fun of their parents together ○
Tom sat elegantly on his bed in the orphanage reflecting on what had happened that day while Y/n sat in the chair present near the small table, staying all night with him together talking about the future and gossiping about their origins that they had discovered, joking as if it was something irrelevant despite the fact that they had killed the entire Muggle Riddle family dynasty and dealt with the Gaunt family.
It was one of those days when there was genuine laughter and satisfied smiles full of pride, a different pride than when they were taking top grades at Hogwarts.
○ make fun of the other siblings ○
An amused snort escaped Y/n's lips as she watched her twin try to maintain control while the potions partner he happened to have ruined the potion they were to perform by blowing it up in both of their faces.
○ take each other's clothes ○
Tom looked up from his book when he heard his followers whispering things to each other while looking in a direction he followed only to find himself frowning, clenching his jaw "are you wearing my sweater?" Y/n merely nodded, adjusting it slightly as she listened to Avery's offer to lend her his clothes whenever she wanted, answering him with a smile only to turn and roll her eyes as she walked away, ignoring her twin's annoyance.
○ fight over chores ○
The twins cast a glance at each other when Mrs. Cole ordered one of them to wash the remaining dinner dishes, referring to that person simply by the last name starting what became something of a battle between the two since they both had no desire to wash dishes in a Muggle way.
"I'm pretty sure she meant you, Tom, she was looking right in your direction."
"I don't think so, Y/n, the intonation suggested she meant you."
"In my opinion you are wrong, it is normal to be wrong when you are the second"
"I'm not the second and you're aware of that too, plus it's a job you've often undertaken so I don't see why she was talking to me"
"That sounds like a macho statement, Tom...is that how you treat women?"
○ gossip about cousins ○
The noises in the room were loud but still allowed for chatting at a decent volume, Tom sat down trying to sound disinterested while talking to Y/n who was reading "you know I don't like gossip but I've discovered new things" he murmured in a low tone, an amused smile appeared on the witch's face while listening to his twin gossiping even though he claimed he didn't like it and wasn't interested in gossip at all.
○ help with mean teachers ○
A murderous look crept over Tom's face as he watched how Y/n was being scolded and teased while she kept looking at the teacher with a blank expression waiting for him to stop so she could focus on the task again and fix the little mistake she had accidentally made.
An annoyed expression appeared on Y/n's face as she watched Dumbledore blame Tom for something, already thinking how only she could behave that way toward Tom and that no one else should dare; the exact same thought Tom had when she was laughed at.
○help cheat on assignments for school○
Tom showed up at the very last minute to transfiguration class and quickly sat down next to his twin, preparing the things as he apologized to the teacher, muttering a quick excuse that came to his mind before shifting his gaze as he saw how Y/n moved some papers toward him muttering "it's the transfiguration assignment that needed to be done, I did it for you.... don't worry you'll get top grades anyway" Tom frowned slightly but then decided it was better than nothing so he handed it in with the others receiving as expected a high grade exactly like Y/n.
○ call each other "bro" and "sis" ○
When the word "sis" came out of Tom's mouth they both cringed, looking at each other almost shuddering in disgust promising each other that they would stay at: brother, sister, twin or their name.
No abbreviations of brother and sister were allowed in their brother-sister relationship.
NEVER
The Riddle twins turned at the same time looking at each other with a disgusted expression after realizing that they cared about each other, they both were seeing it as a weakness of them that they would never talk openly about with anyone.
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#tom riddle x you#tom riddle x platonic!reader#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle#tom riddle x y/n#hogwarts#avery#tom riddle & sister reader
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Pamtseo Si > Lo'ak's route!
request: Can I get a Neteyam or Lo'ak x Human reader. Where he ends up spending an entire day at the lab with them. I just imagine them getting into a play fight and that messing us each other's hair and they end up doing different hairstyles on each other. 🥺Maybe you can also include a part where the reader shows Neteyam/Lo'ak her music playlist. Bruh- I just imagined Neteyam/Lo'ak hearing the lyrics of Kill bill and kinda staring at the reader wide eyed at the 'I just killed my ex part'. 😅
A month's of constant doing chores, intense training, doing whatever lo'ak has got to do just to have ONE day off. A day of freedom. A day in whatever he wants to do without having to be with his siblings or his parents nagging on him. NOPE! Once the sun rose up from the Pandora skies, he was quick to wake up first, collect a lot of fruits for his family to enjoy breakfast, freshen up, and dip out.
Making his way to the laboratory where many of the humans he comes to care about, live in. One human in particular is his lovely PamPam, well, she has a name but lo'ak enjoys teasing her by calling her PamPam. His cute yet loud girlfriend.
Lo'ak and Pampam started dating a little over 1 year, and so far, it is the peak of lo'ak life. He enjoys spending time with his human lover, every time he is with her, all the stress and worries just vanish. He can be his fun, goofy self when he is around her. It is always fun and never boring with his pampam.
Just the other day, Pampam said to come to the lab when he has a free day, cause she had something she wanted to show lo'ak. Feeling giddy, he speeds to the lab. So many things going on his mind, a flower she found? old recordings of some of the now dead science guys? some cool junk?
When lo'ak entered the lab, everyone greeted him, and he in return. Saying good morning as he passes by, he felt at ease and safe among the humans who were loyal to his people.
With big steps, he managed to reach pampam's room, which it was a decent size, full of trinkets and gifts lo'ak personally gave to his cute little lover. Speaking of, there she was laying on the floor playing with something small.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling in excitement, "lo'ak!" she shouts happily. Jumping from where she want, launched herself into lo'ak's arms, hugging tightly they both take a moment of silence to feel each other. "I have all day today just for you" lo'ak tells her, she gasps happily and brings him to sit on the floor with her on his lap.
"so what is it that you wanted to show me?" he asks. With an excited tone, pampam explains, "well norm was clearing out some of the back storage and found this!" show him a small rectangular black shiny...thing. It felt cold to the touch but something that can be easily broken. "It's a miracle there are no cracks this whole time" remarks pampam.
Lo'ak was exposed to limitless demon technology, heck, he can operate a computer all by himself, when he knows what he it doing. Knows how machines in the laboratory works, how touch screens and holograms work. And yet, demon technology still surprises him.
Curious he asks "what is it? how does it work?", pampam happily answers. "This is an old music player, can hold over a thousand songs! so many types of songs are in here! I don't know who it belonged to but this thing has a loooooooooot of music!".
Kind understanding, he leans in a bit more, "let me pick a song?" he asks, pampam nods and holds it out for him. He scrolls for a bit until one title catches his attention. Pressing it to play, the music blasts it out.
IN THE LAB!
Everyone was doing their thing until two high loud voices was heard in a hall. Everyone was wondering what the heck was going on, they got closer. Max and Norm taking the lead, they get closer to pampam's bedroom door to hear what the chaos is going on....only to hear Lo'ak and pampam singing the infamous song...
"Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!!!"
That will be all for this request! ngl I had fun with it! until next time!
#avatar#na'vi x reader#na'vi avatar#na'vi x human#avatar the way of water#lo'ak#lo'ak x fem!reader#lo'ak x reader#lo'ak x y/n#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan#rick astley#meme#omaticaya clan#lo'ak x human reader
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RAT SONS LORE DUMP #1
THE HAMATO FAMILY
okay so im looking at my first few character sheets and theres a little bit of lore/context i want to give just to clarify, specifically about the last generation (of humans) in the Hamato lineage
(long text heavy post ahead!)
so background:
in the 03 version of tmnt The Ancient One (who is not a Hamato) essentially adopts three children: Hamato Yoshi, Yukio Mashimi, Tang Shen (girls dont get surnames i guess??) They seemed to have been explicitly raised as siblings. Still, love triangle trope was hungry ig. Both boys fell in love w Tang Shen and she fell for Yoshi. to which Mashimi said ‘alright bet’ and killed her. i cant even laugh at him for his pathetic Nice Guy “i was nice to you for years and u wont have sex with me???” tantrum cos like. sir, that is ur sister. boy howdy. all of yall need to go meet some other people.
mostly i chalk that whole mess up to the fact that the writing of women in most media in the early 2000s lacking like idk?? any actual characterization?? an ounce of consideration??? not a single braincell?? they were mostly just there to be a means to some plot trope, rather than an actual character in and of themselves — like im amazed april came out as lovely as she did, with her own like life and skills and autonomy (her big sis vibes in 03 are so so nice, and tbh i love her whole character a lot — still lots of misogyny moments in her writing too but im not trying to do an analysis into that rn)
so anywho!!
for the rat sons au, i decided to go ahead and scrap all the incesty undertones (idk, are those undertones? seems p straight up to me?) and completely revamp the origins of The Ancient One, Tang Shen and Yoshi <3 (and Mashimi too ig, but he essentially got cut out entirely. sucks to suck ya entitled lil douche)
Here's the general lowdown
So, the Hamato clan is one of the oldest and well established in all of Japan. The family rose to prominence in the feudal period of Japan’s history, due to their collective skill in the art of ninjutsu, their dedication, stealth, and discretion. Like most ninja, they were assassins available to hire, either for killing or simple sabotage, for politics or personal matters – though no matter the task, a Hamato’s loyalty was always to the head of the Family over their client.
Beyond their reputation as a ninja clan though, the Hamatos also had a reputation for being extremely generous to their community and highly protective of the less fortunate. (think kinda Al Capone vibes, like oh these bitches hella dangerous. but also. will def tip over $100 soooo…) This did lead to occasional conflict of interests during assignments/contracts. Most Hamatos would then seek the advice of the head of the family, and follow their lead, be it to the benefit of their client, or not.
(This also led to several members either abandoning the clan, or being killed by their clients for failed action etc etc)
As time passes and we reach the mid twentieth century or so, there is only one final heir to the Hamato lineage. A young man, named Hamato Sho. Sho spent his youth trying to serve his family and honor their name etc etc etc. But ultimately, this got him caught up in a lot of corrupt powerful nonsense that he eventually walked away from after the death of his friend.
This friend had left behind a young daughter, Tang Shen. Since he knew she had no other family to claim her, Sho took her in, expecting to only be a temporary foster at most. Surprise! this quiet five year old kiddo melted old mans cynical heart to absolute mush. his daughter now bitch.
He only ever adopted the one child, and he adored her sm. and he tried his best to be a good papa. he nurtured her curiosity and engaged in her interests and taught her everything he knew, without ultimatums or concerns about family names. at times he could have probably been considered very lax in his parenting, or far too lenient or undisciplined, but as a kid that grew up suffocated by watching eyes and guiding hands and Destiny capital D, i think that by giving his child room to be her own person and do her own shit (especially in her teenage years) he was in fact showing her a level trust and pride than he never had been given himself. basically he did everything he could to give her the exact opposite childhood he himself had (like rise splints <3)
Because of Sho’s encouragement, Tang Shen grows up to be a very independent soul, whos never met a problem she can jerry-rig, bodily move, or roundhouse kick into being fixed. She also becomes a fucking badass ninja master (and mystic warrior, lol) though mostly all she wants in life is the maintain the quiet little farm her father has started. maybe kiss the cute boy from town who walks her home sometimes (even though he lives the other direction.)
Meanwhile, Yoshi (surname pending) is in fact not a Hamato. Yet, at least. he, however, is that cute boy from town who walks home with Tang Shen most days and has been absolutely smitten with her since like fourth grade lol
(theyre besties for like a decade before they officially start to date. They get together finally after Tang Shens been trying to figure out a good date idea (one that isnt just something they already do) to ask him on for like a month, and Yoshi just leans over and kisses her goodbye super casual one day cos he thought they already had been dating for like. six months. cue her delight and his abject horror (he never wouldve kissed her if he didnt think that was already established as okay. p sure he even like asked her before randomly like, hey is it alright if i kiss u goodbye? and she was like ????? ok??? is this cos of ur european studies class. theyre both very silly) shes gonna tease him so bad about all of this. and tell Sho. Yoshi will never know peace again /affectionate)
Mashimi doesnt make any real appearance in their story i dont think. Like he might be a friend of Yoshi’s in elementary school. probably had a tiny start of a crush on Tang Shen when they were small and tried to take the ‘pull pigtails on the playground’ route of getting her attention. what he got was a kick to the chest and a broken nose. never came near her again after that. (eventually started avoiding Yoshi too since he was with Tang Shen all the time)
All that being said though, im afraid Tang Shen is not fully free of curse of the unwanted suitor. The Hamato name still carries a fair amount of pull, after all, and there are some very dangerous people looking to make some claim to its influence.....
#rat sons#rat sons lore#tmnt au#if u read all of that i am mentally giving u a lil smooch on the forehead 💕#imma queue up the first character sheet to drop tomorrow morning i think?#itll be Sho's btw#im so invested in my version of the last of the human hamatos its so sad#they are like#purely background#only come up in stories splinter tells the boys#but i love them sm <3
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LPS: Blog (Re)Intro
Little Peril Stories | Kate | adult | she/her
Masterlists:
The Queen of Lies (ongoing): AU for The Prince of Thieves—sheltered, rich sad girl meets snarky criminal; chaos ensues; whumpy, Victorian forbidden love vibes with a side helping of angst and girl power
The Court of Rogues (work in progress): sequel to The Prince of Thieves; details to come 2024.
The Prince of Thieves (complete): guy and gal get arrested and tormented by super cool, totally normal constable while pals on the outside freak out and make bad decisions; fun 1800s prison vibes with a side helping of angst and chosen family
Blood Garnet (side WIP, low priority): girl gets lost in magic woods and gets chased by her hapless cousin and a grump hunter; awkward magic man tries to help; supernatural(ish) romantasy vibes with a side helping of angst and betrayal
Man of Letters (UNRESOLVED; part of Whumptober 2023): awkward scholar boi tries to save the girl he falls in love with and gets way more than he bargained for; light romantasy paired with heavy emo vibes, with a side of helping of angst and torture
Fen and Freddie (complete): gal gets kidnapped, dopey cinnamon roll with hopeless crush tries to rescue her and fails; vague superhero sci-fi vibes with a side helping of angst and pining
The Curiosity Collector (complete): sweet non-confrontational magic boy gets kidnapped and needs rescuing by bf and sis; witchy, autumnal vibes with a side helping of angst and falling in love
✨ Check out: OC & WIP extras (mood boards, lyrics inspo, tag game creations, and more!)
This is a whumpblr/writeblr space! Sometimes I’ll post/reblog writerly posts, memes, etc., but a lot of the posts/RBs will be about whump. I post original writing and reblog the work of others that I enjoy, gifs, tropes, prompts, and other such things.
I’m down with asks and tag games but may not respond right away. If I seem to ignore you, it’s not personal, it just means real life is taking priority at that moment.
I love comments and feedback on my writing and welcome them with open arms.
A note on age: I know I can’t actually stop you from accessing this blog, but I do not wish to interact with people under 18. It’s not personal, I’m sure you’re great, but it has everything to do with my job IRL. Please respect this boundary and come back on your 18th birthday.
Check out: My Most Common Tropes
My favourite elements of whump have to do with power dynamics, intimidation, dread, and angst. I love captivity-with-a-cause: kidnapping for ransom or as leverage over someone else, prison (in fantasy or historical settings, less so for modern settings though it’s not a hard rule), and the like. Fantasy presents so many creative versions of this trope, so I do love me some fantasy whump! It also gives lots of opportunity for dungeons, shackles, and other fun implements like that. Gratuitous tying or chaining up is always delightful to see. Pining, desperately trying to protect a loved one (…and failing), and self-sacrifice are other big tropes I love, so expect to see lots of those!
As for characters, I love it when they are as far as you can get from perfect, pure, and innocent—when they’re good enough people, but whose flawed or maybe even problematic decisions lead them into trouble. Always, always, I want my characters to have a hand in their own fates. Pure-hearted victims of the narrative who simply fall into a whumpy situation are cute and fun, but not what I tend to write.
A few odds and ends I’m such a sucker for, so you’ll probably find them in my writing:
Sibling relationships
Allusions to songs, books, folklore, and musicals
Nature and weather helping to set the scene (oh my goodness, how many times can I work snow into one story?)
If romance, either slow burn or instant attraction
…with a sprinkling of “huh, I don’t understand what I’m feeling, wtf is going on??”
‘In the nick of time’ rescues
Painfully awkward moments
Fluff and comfort, but only once they’ve really earned it
Almost kisses
Hard choices
Happy endings
You probably won’t find much gore or explicit noncon here, but there might be some elements of those in my stories or in reblogs. I don’t write BBU or pet whump.
My original “whumpy things I like” post can be found here.
Anyway, thanks for reading! 💕 Happy whumping!
#blog intro#whump intro#writeblr intro#this is a reintroduction#whump community#writeblr#whumpblr#pinned post
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HI IM TWIG!!
Some people call me “Twiggie”, you can if you want to! I use HE/HIM or SHE/HER pronouns. If you don’t know what to call me just use male pronouns! I’ve been described as “not all there”
V HERES MORE INFO ON ME!!!! :D V
MY PARTNER
-> @warioscholar
I’ve some how tricked a guy to be with me!!!!!
I typically draw him as a stick!!!! He is my baby girl and I love him lots!!!<3
THINGS I LIKE
My current hyper fixation -> SCP
(My Bright rewrite -> https://www.tumblr.com/twig-the-egde-lord/722759915119198208/id-like-to-introduce-everyone-to-dr )
Other things I like
Shantae
Skullgirls
FNaF
Analog horror
Chainsaw man
Kakegurui
Bugs
pokemon
Animals
Naruto
Crash Bandicoot
Undertale/Deltarune
Illbleed
Komi can’t communicate
Batim
DHMIS
The Walton files
Vocaloid
Clothes/fashion
Learning about illness
Colour pallets
Clone high
Kirby
Cupcakke
Nine Inch Nails
Video Game History
Animal Crossing
Splatoon
Sally face
Fran bow
Danganropa
Minecraft
DDLC
And lots and lots more
Here’s my skin :D (the cat is chainsaw RIP :[)
TAGS I LIKE TO USE
These will be added to this post so you can find them
Twig asks-> I’m answering an ask
Twig rants-> just my silly rambles
Twig being evil and fucked up -> me being super silly
Twig is tired -> I’m on some sad shit
Twig gives facts -> spontaneous animal facts
Twig lost the fight -> the horny demons won
More maybe added
I also use my tag search bar to help remember all the silly’s I do
OTHER STUFF :D
TikTok-> bisexaulloser
Twitter (I’m not calling it X) -> https://mobile.twitter.com/mangle_potato
YouTube-> https://youtube.com/@twigtheedgelord5868?si=Y2fNP3UJS6h9uzuv
Gore side blog-> @twigsasillygoober
Evil version of me -> @twig-the-edgepeasent
Camila rp account-> @maggotsarefriends
!!!!!!NSFW!!!!!!!!!!
NSFW ACCOUNT
NSFW ON TUMBLR
I’m not going to draw actual NSFW on Tumblr!BUT BE WARNED THERE IS
Lewd
Possible NSFW headcannons
Random stupid rambles
More maybe added
(All of these will be properly tagged)
Please read these
DNI
Hey, please go away if you (are)
a terf
Ship kids with adults
Ship siblings
A map
A zoo
A lolicon/shortacon
An incel
THE REST OF YOU CAN STAY AND BE MY FRIENDS :D :3
AND THAT WAS ME!
THE MAN
THE MYTH
THAT BITCH
✨✨TWIG✨✨
#twig being evil and fucked up#twig asks#twig rants#twig is tried#twig gives facts#twig lost the fight
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since you (maybe) finished fontaines archon quest, what are your thoughts about it?
🔮 anon <3
IT WAS SO COOL
Spoilers below for the Fontaine Archon Quests Act 1 and Act 2!! Proceed at your own discretion.
BROOO LIKE THE TRIAL AND EVERYTHING... Ok I was a Danganronpa kid (red flag ik) BUT I WAS GEEKING OUT. I GUESSED THE TWISTS. felt proud... And brooo it hurt me that the traveler doesn't like Lyney after all that. I understand that tho ! But if it were me I seriously didn't care about Lyney and Lynette being Fatui related like he said, he was showing us his true self and not the part of him that joined the Fatui. You can tell he doesn't fucking approve of their ways but he does it anyways because at first he wanted the protection for his siblings but when he realized the Fatui dark side he knew he couldn't get out likely... Just my prediction/theory tho
As for the rest... I loved the ending where that guy is murdered. They really had me believing he was gonna be happy with his love but I was pleasantly wrong... Yeah the news of the girls going missing disturbed me but it didn't really attach me to them and make me hate this guy. BUT HIS ENDING MANAGED TO MAKE ME HATE HIM AT HIS VERY ENDING AND SUPPORT THE LADIES... GOODNESS THAT WAS MY FAVORITE MOMENT. I LOVED THAT... WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT I LOVE IT WHEN CRIMINALS GET SHIT BC WE'VE BEEN REDEEMING AND UWU FYING THEM TOO MUCH...
Also also, Colirivia... Like oh my god the yuri. When she first appeared I was cheering LET'S GO SAPPHICSSSSSS
Clorinde is a lot softer and less cold than I thought. I expected her to be like Keqing/Sara but no... I actually really like Clorinde. She's so cool.
About Furina... I'm really invested in her. Yes she's annoying and all but like it's just so right. I usually hated characters because they're just not for me, but I don't hate Furina even if she's annoying and all. You can tell she doesn't mean to and that she's only doing this for some other reason. Okay so the Fontaine visions and everything give us a constant theme. Duality. Everything comes in pairs in Fontaine... Pneuma Ousia, Furina having split colour eyes, the gliders being split colour too... And we notice that with hydro vision wielders, they have another side of them that they show and the other side they hide. Like a play, a mask, a performance. And I see that clearly with Furina. I love her augh even if I wanna squeeze her. I can ramble a lot tbh this is what happens when an autistic bitch has a SI in Genshin...
And I notice that Furina is clearly actually very caring. She only puts up an act of flamboyance, which I believe may be her way of getting love from the people. She is noticeably unknowledgeable and lacking in certain aspects, but would you notice that if you were focused on her theatrics? I think she believes that the people cheering and supporting her in an opera like performance is her kind of love, believing she's doing a good job maintaining that belief and worship in her as a god. Which she needs to keep up, because not only does the energy there rely on her people's beliefs, but the previous Hydro archon died, leaving her with a lot of expectations to shoulder. She seems to judge other gods, so she probably noticed how Nahida was treated, and didn't want that for herself so she actively tries and tries to get her people's love, AND IT'S WORKING.
I feel like due to the recent trials and oratrice incident however, that this belief is starting to shake, which is where we get act 3 of the AQ. As the energy supply is malfunctioning, Furina will struggle to regain those beliefs in her, and I think that could be her character arc. Realizing that she can't keep wearing a mask forever, she'll definitely do something about that. I'm really invested in her... I can't wait.
Also also I think Wriothesley, who's in charge of the prison, will personally oversee Tartaglia. That's when we meet him and all, bc the traveler cares about Childe and will probably request to see him.
Speaking of Wrio, I can't wait to see his dynamic with Sigewinne. They're so cute...
I think I like every single character tbh. Every character in Fontaine has some depth and expectation subversion... Oh shit wait that's the entire theme of hydro nation. Lmao. How fitting.
AUHHHH I COULD RAMBLE MORE
#genshin impact#genshin 4.0#genshin archon quest spoilers#fontaine quest spoilers#Fontaine quest#genshin fontaine#ae's asks#🔮 anon#genshin theories#genshin speculation#furina#clorinde#navia genshin#lyney and lynette#lyney
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Vignettes of Paradise
Vignette II
Pairing: Papa Emeritus IV x Fem OC
Summary: Evie’s quiet nighttime ritual has preoccupied Copia’s mind. How nice would it be to have someone brush your hair?
Content: lots of fluff and comfiness, mild suggestive content
WC: 1.2k
AO3 Link!
Picture: The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet (1855) Frederic Leighton
Long and straight was her hair; brushing from the ends to the roots, that was the best way to prevent tangles and distribute the oils. Evie had, for many years, brushed her hair to relieve stress - a simple act of taking care of oneself, with the benefit of softer, healthier hair.
Her veil had often covered her long, raven black locs. On those rare occasions when she opted out of her customary habit and veil, she would braid her hair the night before, right after she brushed it. Mostly dry, some moisture was optimal for the desired result. Gentle waves, brushed through with a firm bristle brush, would flow carefully but carelessly all around her. It was a contrast to the pallor of her skin, to her hair - black as the night.
There were more modern ways of curling and maintaining one’s hair, but much like the other siblings of the Abbey, there was something charming about doing things the old fashioned way. From the nun’s habits they wore, to lighting the halls with lanterns and candles, all of it - a carefully selected antiquity, the beauty it could behold.
Copia had loved to watch Evie brush her hair - how smooth and shiny it would look - how soft it would feel in his calloused hands. Just like her skin. It was a small moment each day, something you wouldn’t think to mention to one another, a pleasant moment remembered only before seeing it again.
On a particularly rainy evening, as the pair was preparing for bed, Copia had done what he had loved to do - simply watch the lovely woman. She was nearly done with the process before she began the arm-aching process of braiding her hair.
“Why are you staring at me, Copia?” She teased.
“I dunno.” His face still damp, slightly red from removing his paints for the evening. “You’re just beautiful.”
“Ew! People will think you have a crush on me or something.” She chuckled. “Why, do you?” She widened her eyes, teasing him, feigning shock. “That would be soooo weird. Unless…” She bit her lower lip to make him giggle at her new character.
And giggle he did, a sweet grin grew on his face. A warmth from his chest.
He walked over to her, dressed in a more utilitarian pair of pajamas - black briefs, and a silly shirt Evie had purchased for him, solely dedicated to being a sleep shirt. Plopping himself next to her, he began running his fingers through her hair, feeling the silkiness, smelling the lavender scent that lingered.
“I like how you brush your hair, amore, it makes it all, eh, soft.” His gaze met hers again, her smile cemented on her face. How sweet he was to her.
“Thank you, my love.” She giggled. “Would you like me to brush your hair? I promise it’ll feel good.”
“Ah, why not? But my old gray hair, it will look just like yours when you’re done, si?”
“Oh certainly! But then I will get all the gray hair - the law of transfer of hair pigmentation, Copia.”
Truth be told, Copia was insecure about his steadily graying hair. He worried it took away from his looks; his Evie, she was not a vain person. No, but a beautiful woman must have a beautiful man to take care of her.
Oh, but how Evie loved Copia’s hair! Sure, the graying hairs meant he was getting older, his body and stress catching up; also true was that it was evidence of the life he had lived. His wisdom, his guidance, something to trust. And how it complimented his complexion! The contrast in his hair from the dusty brown to the white strands, it made him look so handsome - as if his white iris glowed.
Evie repositioned herself behind Copia, sitting on her knees as she began to brush.
“This is exactly what we used to do in the Sisters’ dorms, every single night. Then, we would have pillow fights in our pjs and then kiss each other and then touch each other’s boobs!” She began weaving another hyperbolic story.
“Oh my!” Copia entertained her stories, she was so silly sometimes. “You should go back there sometime, it sounds like too much fun.”
Long brush strokes from his hairline, all the way to the nap of his neck. The firm bristles gently grazing the sensitive skin of his scalp. She moved slowly, working the strokes from the left side of his head to the right. Not a spot missed.
“Oh no, I think my room now is much better. I’ve got a roommate, though, and he’s okay, I guess. He always smells nice, and is sooo handsome, and gives me really good orgasms.”
“Damn right he does!”
“But he works too hard, sometimes. I wish there was some way I could make everything easier for him.”
“Oh, you just say that because you want him all to yourself, huh?” he turned back to face her, smiling to reassure her.
“Papa, you know my tricks all too well!” Waving her hands in the air, admitting guilt. “But not really, I just like it when you’re relaxed. You have more time to do things for yourself. It makes you happy.”
“Well, amore, I am very relaxed right now.” Taking a wide yawn, as Evie chuckled. “It is very relaxing, the brushing. But now! Your turn!”
He snatched the brush from her hands, crawling further onto the bed, so he was positioned behind her.
“How do you do it? Just all in one piece or the smaller sections.”
“When it’s really wet, I do the smaller sections. I think it should be mostly dry, so you can do bigger pieces.”
“Okie dokie!”
He gathered all of her hair in his hands, capturing it all in his grasp, so it could all fall on her back. Nervously, he made small brush strokes at the ends of her hair, terrified to even add more pressure. Gathering the hair in his hands once again, that would make it easier to brush, having it all in one place, he thought.
Working the brush down the black hair, he delighted in how it shined and bounced. How smooth it looked after the stroke was finished. He eased the brush up, continuing his gentle brushes until he reached her scalp.
How Copia wanted to make the sensation as relaxing as Evie made it for him. But how careful he had to be! The bristles must hurt if too much pressure was applied. So delicately, he worked the brush forward to back all over her scalp.
Nearing her ears, Evie shivered.
“The tinglies!”
Copia merely chuckled, listening to his girl.
He worked the brush much longer than Evie normally would, but how calm they both were. Reaching to set the brush onto the side table, Copia marked his work completed. He sat back up, grabbing Evie’s legs to face him.
“All done?” Evie said.
“All done.” He kissed her little nose, brushing a fallen stand of hair behind her ear.
“Maybe next time, I will teach you how to braid my hair, too!”
They both laughed. Sweetness, calm. The rain poured outside, and how safe they were with one another. As it was always meant to be.
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thank you for reading! I was possessed by this idea right before I went to bed, so I just needed to write it tee hee!
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Any thoughts on the theory that Delirium is the only Endless that can break the fourth wall / is aware of their nature as graphic novel characters? I've seen it mentioned as an explanation to why she knows of things outside Destiny's garden.
oh interesting
i've never heard that theory before, but i am perfectly willing to believe it! (at least in the comics universe, dunno about the show)
both because a) delirium has literally broken the fourth wall before, to get back to her realm when she was upset
and b) the reason i say comics more than show, is that the netflix show is standalone. but the comics are dcu. and while it's definitely its own story, the dcu is integrated into sandman - both in small ways, like neil gaiman populating the dreaming with minor forgotten characters from other dc stories, and in large ways, like dream finding himself suddenly in the aspect of the martian dream god in the presence of martian manhunter, and being surprised because he thought this aspect was dead, that there were no green martians left
and while my knowledge of dc is kinda sporadic, i have a friend who's super into it, so i have it on good authority that those kinda fourth wall breaks are not new for dc, i believe one of the superboys was actually from our universe and a fan of the superman comics before he found himself in that world?
so yeah, if we take destiny's book to be the complete respository of sandman comics (which would make sense, given volumes like overture where we get stuff like this)
then yeah, since destiny's book is stated to contain everything in the universe, "there are things not in your book" is good evidence that delirium is very aware that the sandman comics are not the only universe out there, and that in at least one universe, they are fictional characters
(though if that is true that's one hell of a secret for delirium to have to keep to herself, she'd have the most responsibility of any of the endless)
(maybe also with dream, who is the only other endless we know to have definitively crossed universes when he rewrote the old one, it's confirmed even the endless forgot about the old universe, only dream remembers)
(i'd love to see a fic taking this headcanon, because that would mean delirium also knows of the old universe)
but that idea of responsibility brings me to another thing i've been thinking about in regards to delirium, which i think is the most tragic thing about her
there may be only one endless in charge of destiny, but i think the forces of fate act equally through destiny and delirium, just in opposite ways. if the endless represent the most fundamental parts of life, it makes sense that the oldest and youngest kinda bookend things this way
for the most part, she is everything i said in that post, she's a lot more aware than people assume of her
but she has moments of being unaware. times where the delirium takes over. and when she loses herself, fate takes control
like. sure, there were a lot of pieces surrounding dream's tragedy, and yes as any tragedy it does come down to the fact that dream was not the person who could ever have gotten himself out of that situation. but the situation still needs pieces to be moved into place.
destiny starts it off. and destiny gets both the privilege and the tragedy of knowing he has to start it. he calls a family dinner because it has to happen, which kicks off season of mists, which means dream makes that deal with loki, who kidnaps daniel, and now lyta's orchestrating dream's demise
delirium doesn't know what's going to happen. she just gets impulses that overtake her. it's been three hundred years since destruction left, but all of a sudden all she knows is she has to find him now. strongly enough that she's willing to ask every one of her siblings to help, despite admitting they scare her. strongly enough that she'll go on her own if she has to. strongly enough that it's the only thought in her mind, as the chaos within her makes her feel physically sick
coincidentally, this is at the exact moment dream is brooding over thessaly and will take literally any distraction offered, which means he goes with delirium, which kickstarts a chain of deaths destruction accidentally set up centuries ago, which means they need to find destruction to stop it, which means dream has no choice but to get help from orpheus, and there's only one thing orpheus has wanted from dream these last 3000 years
delirium thought if she found destruction it would bring their family back together again. but all it did was make him go even further away, and cement another piece of dream's tragedy
and then there's kindly ones, the next time she loses herself. part of her can sense that something bad is about to happen, but she doesn't know what, she just knows she lost her dog, and has to find him. and she goes to visit destiny to help, and sees that dream's statue is visibly upset, so she goes to visit dream to try and cheer him up and distract him again like last time, but he can't come with her this time, so he just sends a nightmare to help her find barnabas. and then on the way she runs into nuala and tells her dream's in trouble and won't leave the dreaming, which nuala takes to mean the dreaming is the danger and she summons him, and dream can't find it in himself to refuse, which gives the kindly ones control over the dreaming
and from there delirium tries so hard to save dream but everyone she goes to for help just tells her it's too late. and in this instance they're right.
she sees so much and understands so much and in some ways she's actually one of the more stable endless, bc she may be delirium but her current state is resilient and sustainable compared to the knife's edge dream and desire especially are living on, trying not to break by just ignoring the things they can't handle
delirium's seen the deepest depths of what she can't handle and pulled herself back together again
but how much is that knowledge and tenacity worth, if when it comes down to it she causes the things she tries desperately to stop?
i haven't written a meta about this yet bc honestly i think about it and just wanna give del a hug
but this is a good place for it i think, bc like. how does that change, if delirium is aware that she's not in charge of her life?
i can't decide if it would wreck her further (or rather, has already wrecked her further) or if it doesn't change anything at all
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Thank you to that one anon in this post the other day for giving me the slightest bit of encouragement I needed to justify more jiejie content because I have been thinking about it so much, so I will go ahead and ramble on a bit more about it
I'm thinking about married life for poor big sis... Little sis is great but I especially love the big sister dynamic because of how different it is from the little sister/meimei one, because 1) she's fully aware of how fucked up everything is, 2) she's always viewed her brothers as annoying little pests rather than respectable authority figures, looks down on them rather than little sister who looks up to them, but is now forced to be obedient and submissive to them anyway, which is far more humiliating >:)
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While they don't exactly look up to her per se, there's still this sort of desperation for approval in a way only little siblings have, that isn't present with the little sister/meimei. Like, big sis is this figure that has always been older and more mature, that has often had a scowl towards them and is annoyed by them... They want to earn her love!
There's this bizarre duality of approaching you as a normal little sibling would, desperate for approval and recognition, yet a complete lack of respect. Like "big sis look at this thing I did aren't you impressed do you love me now... Oh and also get on your knees" -- the switch can, and often does, happen that fast.
In many ways, your relationship remains sort of the same as it was... you just have a lot more responsibility added, now that you're obligated to fulfill their needs. It's like heaven for the boys... before they were so limited, only able to grope big sis in her sleep and spy on her naked, and to be able to go from that to having full permission to fuck her at any moment... it's surreal, and feels like a blessing.
You don't really remember the first few days, actually. You're fairly certain it's because you were in some state of shock or disbelief or something like that, and that's probably for the better that your only memories of the first night or so is just you not struggling too much -- you knew there was no point -- and that you were more or less mentally consumed by the sheet willpower to take it and alleviate your discomfort to the best of your ability. Not that you weren't still stretched out and sore for days on end... and not that that soreness excused you from needing to get right back to your responsibilities the next day.
If you thought things were bad before... it's infinitely worse now. See, for the average young man, once they've had a mere crumb of pussy in their lives, they tend to become addicted to it. It seems like each time in your life you think "I really can't get any time to myself!", fate seems to find a way to make it so much worse that you bitterly laugh at how you thought before was bad, and wish you could go back. This time is no different. There's more of an infatuation with them now. And they somehow become even more clingy, especially in the physical sense now, too. Before, they would trail you, always stand nearby, and you thought that was bad enough. There was still some hesitancy to get too close, afraid of annoying you. Now, they get touchy without hesitation, coming up and wrapping arms around you and resting their head on your shoulder.
Of course, you still get some respite when they're off with the knights, but those precious hours feel so short to you, it seems like they're barely gone before they're back again. The schedules overlap significantly, so in total about 6 hours, give or take the ten minutes the journey from the city to the estate takes. It always feels so much shorter, especially because you're still basically forced to perform tasks for their sake while they're gone. Sure, they're gone... but you're still cleaning up their clutter and washing their clothes and making their food so it doesn't really feel like much time to yourself at all.
But unlike they might have been with a younger sister, with big sis they're not as much taught to view her as some precious fragile thing that needs to be handled delicately. Nor does Father provide any instructions on how to fuck you properly -- he assumes you can do that much, right? Surely it can't be hard to teach them what they're supposed to do.
Unfortunately, it is. Something about the lack of blood to their brains in those moments must give them some memory issues, seeing as they seem to forget your instructions from previous sessions quite often. Primarily, all that stuff you said about timing and mood... They're not exactly... Flirtatious. Nothing quite like the romantic fantasies you've had, the love novels you read with leads that are charming and say all the right things that make you feel fuzzy inside just to read, or even some of the more witty and charming individuals you had a few dates with back before this all began.
No, you don't get any flirtatiousness or setup, it's more just a tap on the shoulder and questioning what you're doing. You eventually reach a point where you can tell based on their tone of voice, this way of asking "what are you doing?" or "hey, put that down for a second" that carries a very clear message of why they're approaching you. At least you can convince yourself that getting picked up and carried back to the bedroom (if that measure is taken, rather than just bending you over a surface) is somewhat like those romance novels.
Not that you even always get that much warning and decency, though. Sometimes you're just getting cock shoved inside of you at random moments. They're young and horny and big sis is supposed to be the older sibling and thus the mature one here right? Which means you need to be patient and tolerant and receptive without any hesitation to propositions for sex at random times throughout the day. They have needs and they certainly cannot control when your services and functions are going to be necessary for him to go about his day.
Diluc's a lot worse about that, sometimes he doesn't say anything, he just sees big sis's thighs and ass while she's bending over the countertop or digging through a cabinet or something (and due to the no panties rule this means very visible exposed pussy, it's nonsensical to expect anyone to resist that). The primal brain takes over and thus he kinda doesn't think about what he's doing, his brain just says 'must breed' so he comes up behind you and shoves it in without so much as a warning. He still mumbles an apology when you yelp and clench, but now that he's already stuffed inside you it would be cruel for you to force him to pull out. Okay, there are times he has to, such as when he realizes you were working on food and have something on the stove, in which case he'll give you a moment to turn the heat off or move the container... then he can bend you back over the countertop. Cooking can wait, his need to drain his balls into his sister's womb cannot.
They continue to be little pests in every conceivable way. You get woken up repeatedly in the middle of the night from shifting and getting tugged this way or that. You're constantly being called from across the house while trying to complete this or that task, and then the moment you finally get to come back to it, there's another voice calling you from the other side of the house. Ugh.
Probably the most lamented aspect of it all, really, is what used to be your one source of solace in this nightmare of an existence: bathing. It was the one place you could be free for a little while, have some privacy, some time to yourself... and now you don't even have that. Showers and baths mean big sis is naked and who in their right mind would miss out on such a thing?? Granted, you still try, sneak off and strip down and enjoy maybe two or three minutes of warm water before footsteps wander in. How come you didn't tell him?? Well, he needs a bath too, so... thankfully the bathtub only fits two at maximum, so if the other one wants a bath with you he has to wait until tomorrow.
And speaking of things that only one at a time can do, because big sis is such a comforting, familiar presence, you sometimes bring out some childishness in them. They still have that immature desire to get big sis's praise and approval all the time and, more infuriatingly, to be the favorite. After all, you have to have a favorite, right? It was much more blatant when they were little, but even now you still pick up on this subtle tension, each one indirectly seeking affirmation that he is, in fact, the favorite. Or at least, the favorite for today. Seems to be a bit of a back-and-forth, which means each day is a struggle to hold said title. One day, one of them may do something that upsets you, which results in the other becoming noticeably happier (and more smug) for the next day (while the other seethes and sulks).
Likewise, if one does something that makes you particularly happy, it's only a matter of hours, even minutes, before the other comes along with some gift or act of labor or impressive thing to try and outdo the first.
On the bright side, you can manipulate them with this, which is part of why you pretend not to notice and generally don't call them out on their rather childish need to outdo each other. You can pit them against each other and utilize jealousy to get them to do what you want. At some point you told them separately that 'well, *he* takes it nice and slow, and I like it better that way... why can't you be like that too?' and, even though it was a massive lie regarding both at the time, that's how you convinced them to actually invest in foreplay, which saves you some soreness at the very least.
You just try to save your energy for when you need it around them, but then, the worst possible scenario you could imagine becomes a reality: they get put on completely different schedules.
Meaning they will working at different times.
Meaning one of them will always be there.
The wonderous 6 hours or so you had before has vanished and life has officially become hell.
Diluc tends to prefer night shifts, so you're stuck with him during the day. Because he gets back in the early hours of the morning, he tends to wake you up shifting into bed, and due to the timing (and because he's a guy who needs his sleep or he'll be grouchy), he sleeps until noon-ish. Yet, Kaeya wakes up around 9 in the morning and has to leave, so you have to be up when that happens because how is he supposed to eat if you don't make him food?? And how is he supposed to have a good day without getting the necessary have-a-good-day sendoff kisses before leaving? So you need to be up at that time, but you also need to be ready around noon, too.
You learn to time it perfectly as the days go on, because on one hand, Diluc wakes up hungry and needs food, but on the other hand, waking up by himself to an empty bed with no sister to cuddle is less than ideal. Thankfully most days the maids can just bring you food so that you get more sleep, even though you sometimes have to convince them to keep helping you.
And speaking of them, you don't have anyone else to complain to, so you rant and whine and complain to the maids... you don't blame them for their lack of response. You know they'd get in trouble if they encouraged you, so it's no wonder they just nod and say dodgy things like I'm sorry you feel that way or I hope you feel better about it soon... they're your only outlet, though. And your Father? Hah, any complaints about what's being done to you turns into a lecture on how you shouldn't be so harsh, so many people would be so glad to have brothers who love them so much, your stubbornness is the only thing preventing you from being perfectly happy, blah blah. Talking to him just leaves you more upset.
That being said, to your dismay, your Father does become an intrusive figure in your sex life, if you can call it that.
It's horrifically embarrassing and awkward. While you're still the primary figure responsible for teaching, he just wants to ensure that his boys are getting the maximum usage value out of what has been given to them. After all, it would be a shame if there was some function of yours going unused and unenjoyed! They'd be missing out, and that can't stand. Especially because he realizes you might be inclined to, selfishly, not share helpful information, or even misinform them.
Which, to no one's surprise, it turns out you did. He's disappointed, but not shocked. You've been lying to avoid things you don't want to do. In particular, you've gone out of your way to try and avoid sucking cock -- you said it's bad for your health to swallow, said your throat still hurts even a week after the last time, and they don't really know any better, being as sweet and loving as they are, so they assume you're telling the truth. You also said something to the effect of that it's bad for their health to cum so many times they're shooting blanks, so they start stopping earlier in the day and not reaching that point which saves you somewhere around 3-4 'sessions' a day. Thankfully, Father is there to catch your lies and dispel both of those misconceptions.
You just have to be trained. And he's easily able to provide you with that. In fact, you need to have dedicated sessions to do so, getting throatfucked on a daily basis to train your gag reflex. Start off fairly gentle, so he says, they can increase intensity with time.
And they need to not be deterred, nor show weakness, when you gag and try to jerk your head back -- that's instinct, he says, of which getting rid of that is the entire purpose of said training. So, while they can feel bad for you when your eyes water and you whimper, the best course of action to take in that situation is just to give you some words of encouragement, but absolutely do not let you pull your head back before you've had your throat stuffed the designated amount of time, or you'll never get adjusted, and we can't have that now can we?
It's also probably best to tag-team said training -- you try to grab at their thighs and push as hard as you can, but again, that's just instinct, so your Father says, they need to just ignore that. Either the other needs to hold your arms behind your back, or, if there's only one there at the time, just tie your arms up before starting. There's also a best way to hold your head -- here, like this, watch, thumbs on the temples, two fingers above her ears, the other two wrapped around her jaw, then jerk her head back and forth like this...
Which brings us to the fact that, yes, it's only a matter of time before your Father fucks you too. For instructional and training purposes, of course. Someone has to show them how it's done. And even when neither of your brothers is around, you can be the one receiving instruction on how to improve. No, no, stick your tongue out a little more, you want to focus the sucking motion with your cheeks, not the roof of your mouth. Arch your back here, not like that, this way raises your hips up better and makes it easier... no, no, see, when he fucks into you from behind, your whole body rocks back and forth with the motion, try planting your feet more firmly and bending ever so slightly so your knees are against the desk, that way each thrust slams into you without lurching you forward, makes it more intense for both parties. Besides, his advice makes things easier and feel better for you too. See, you don't have to crane your neck with each bob of your head if you just tilt it like this, much easier right?
Not that making you feel good isn't also important. That's the trick to getting you fully trained, you have to have a sort of rewards system in place. Besides, your brothers like it too. They're actually rather fascinated by it, it's something new and exciting, just like getting to explore your body in the first place. Look at how big sis clenches and trembles when you touch her here or there, it's so mesmerizing to watch.
...But in particular, there's something very satisfying about big sis being very very mean, saying nasty things and getting an attitude, and watching her melt in pleasure. That's a very useful tactic Father taught them directly, for whenever she's fuming mad and chewing them out, being very loud and improper and ranting. When you first bend her over or lay her down and open her legs, she gets even more upset -- are you serious?! I'm not done talking! You -- you -- stop, no-- no, no, don't you fucking DARE-- and cuts off with this cute yelping sound when you shove it in.
The way her voice goes from low and snarling to these high-pitched little cries when you move, the way her face goes from all contorted with anger, to eyes going wide when it goes in, and finally to that look of pleasure where her eyes roll back and she whimpers -- it's euphoric. Besides, afterwards they can watch her go about her tasks with that occasional little shiver she does whenever cum leaks out and runs down her thigh.
There is one more issue, though, speaking of your reactions. You used to at least try to masturbate while they would be gone for the day. You still do, at least at first. But there's an issue. See, they do get days off. And there is a very distinct difference in sex with big sis on those days, they think... she cums a lot easier when they have a day off. As much as she seems to fight it and writhe away... well, it's okay, because one can hold her down while the other works her to orgasm, so it works out. But she still cums... that is, when they're with her all day. But on the days when they have work and come back, it seems like big sis doesn't cum so easily.
There's really only one explanation for this: she's been doing it to herself on her own time. She's having so many orgasms that, by the time they get back, she can't have many more for them! And to be honest, part of you does do it out of spite too... but it backfires when they find a way to deal with it by, as usual, being annoying little siblings that snitch to Father and ask him how to handle this grave situation. It's a pretty big offense, you know, and thankfully Father agrees that it's intolerable behavior. Knowing you, though, he says with a sigh, there's no point in simply making a rule, because you won't follow it, that's just how you are, you've proven time and time again that you don't listen to the rules. So, other measures will be necessary.
It's not the weirdest request poor Wagner has ever gotten, but it's certainly up there... he doesn't question it though. It's easy, since it's all leather, but soon your Father comes back with a nice little belt... it's shaped sort of like underwear, made to loop around your hips and under your cunt and fastens nice and snug to make absolutely sure you can't touch yourself. Wow, you sure have some spirit left in you, it's been a while since you fought something this hard. It takes all three people to force it onto you -- you more or less snap and lose whatever little dignity and pride you had left, and more or less thrash and kick and squeal and beg because the absolute last thing in this world left keeping you sane is the sweet relief and catharsis of daily orgasms and you'll be damned if you're forced to depend on those two brats for that too.
But you will be, alas, it gets secured in place anyway, so from now on, if you want to cum, you're not going to be the one causing it. They'll gladly help you out whenever you want though! Your father is rather upset with you about the whole incident though, pulls you aside for a while because what was that display just now?? He expects better from you, you're being a terrible influence by acting so immature.
Really, you ought to work on controlling your emotions a little better... after all, you're supposed to teach self-control through example. And if the example you're presenting is a complete lack of-self control, then that will just encourage them to have no self-control either... and you probably won't like what that means.
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Team Severide
Fandom: Chicago Fire
Characters: Severide!Sister x Kelly Severide, Firehouse 51
Genre: drama, fluff
Warnings: fire, head injury, confined space, anxiety
Word Count: 8854
Requested by Anon: Hi 😊 as i love your imagines, i also dare to send one in. Maybe a Kelly Severide one where he and his sister had a great relationship earlier but meanwhile they barely talk or just fight. One day there's a huge fire at an office building and CFD gets called. Kelly then finds out his sis is in there and immediately searches her. She's unconscious and took some damage but at the Med he stays with her an later he promises her no more fights and that he'll be there for her like he was before. Hope that does not sound too weird 😅
A/N: I realised about halfway through this fic that Peter Mills would have been on Squad around this time, but I love Joe too much to take him out, so sorry Pete, but Joe's on Squad for this fic.
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You glanced at your phone for the 10th time in an hour, sighing when the screen had nothing to offer except a two-for-one offer on pizza, a weather alert and a reminder of an upcoming bill. You stayed looking at the wallpaper for a moment, it was a photo of you and your brother on your most recent camping trip with Matt Casey; a rare moment where the two firefighters could get the same furlough lined up. The three of you were bundled up beyond recognition in the cold snowy mountains of Colorado, but with the brightest smiles on your faces.
You sigh, putting your phone down, begrudgingly going back to what your computer screen was demanding of you. Being at work in the aftermath of an argument with Kelly was never fun, especially if he was on duty. It meant waiting almost two days before you could see him face to face and resolve whatever you’d fallen out over.
Falling out with him wasn’t at all usual, and when it did happen it happened in an explosive fashion, taking a while for the tension to dissipate. It was mostly about being too protective of each other, sometimes you found yourselves arguing over the family or decisions the other sibling was making - and though it was meant with love, it could sometimes be too much for the other.
Growing up in a household where your dad was either cheating, avoiding the family or drinking, and where your mom was trying her best to just stay afloat, often required you and Kelly to become your own two-person family unit. And you did, the both of you found comfort in that, always looking out for each other and encouraging each other.
This time around it had been you who had caused the problem, you had tried to tactfully suggest that Kelly be wary of his old flame, Renee. Renee had seemed okay enough until she didn’t. Suddenly returning to Chicago and bringing a pregnancy to Kelly’s doorstep was all a bit suspicious to you - the timing hadn’t added up at all, and after asking Shay a few questions about the logistics and whether it would be physically possible, you only grew more dubious. Feeling sure of your suspicion, you had broached the subject with your brother.
Objectively you knew Kelly would react exactly as he had, nobody likes to be told that they might be being made a fool of, but it still stung that Kelly got angry at you and seemingly protected Renee instead.
You then found yourself crying in your car in the parking lot outside his apartment, having left your brother standing in his kitchen simmering with anger, you were absolutely frustrated and hurt that he had so sharply dismissed your concerns.
Now you could only play the waiting game, using Shay as a feeler for whether things had cooled down or not. You were under no doubt that she probably gave Kelly a piece of her mind too, and probably could have handled whatever he threw back a lot better than you could sometimes.
Staring at an email for two minutes more before deciding you needed a quick coffee and fresh air break, you put your computer to its idling screen and stand, stretching in the process as you eye everybody else in their little units. Many were engrossed in whatever business they were attending to - or whatever leisurely activity they were secretly trying to get away with.
Making eye contact with one of your colleagues, your friend Maisie, you give her an exaggerated yawn and a mime of asking if she wanted another coffee - to which she nodded and put her hands together in prayer, silently thanking you. You held out your hand in a show of five, telling her you’d be five minutes as you headed towards the elevator to head to the cafeteria floor.
Blinking away the tiredness and rolling out the tension in your neck some more, you watch as the numbers tick down to the floor you had requested. Just as the elevator should have dinged on the cafeteria floor the car came to a sudden, groaning, halt. The motion wobbles you on your feet, forcing you to snatch out a hand to grab the handrail to steady yourself. Heart thundering wildly you tried to take a second, to process what had just happened.
In the quiet of your surprised panting breaths, the lights splutter on and off, you close your eyes willing the electrics to hold out as the elevator car still bounces slightly from the abrupt stopping of momentum. Then, it’s darkness. A red security light blinks on and leaves you in an ominous dark glow, barely able to make out the panel in front of you. Luckily, you had slipped on your coat before leaving your floor, which meant your phone was in one of the deep pockets. Fishing it out you illuminate the screen and then turn on the torch, shining it on the panel so you can make sure it is the emergency ‘call’ button you're pressing rapidly.
You press three, four, times and are met with a static-y silence, you groan in frustration.
“Shouldn’t somebody be there to answer the damn thing?” You grumble to yourself, eyeing your phone and its “No signal” icon with disdain. That was your backup option out of the question.
Minutes go by and you don’t hear much of anything, only the ominous creaking groan of the metal box you were sealed in. Deciding to shed your jacket as you begin to feel quite warm in the confined space, wondering whether anybody knew of your predicament. How long would it be before Maisie questioned your absence?
As you gently fold your jacket over the handrail you jump out of your skin when you hear the blaring whine of the fire alarm, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Your heart pounds firmly against your chest, limbs tingling with anxiety.
Exhaling as your stomach flops wildly, “Shit.”
You had discussed this kind of thing with your brother before, but it was one thing to hear about a scary scenario than actually find yourself in it. Alone.
You take a second to gather your thoughts, gripping your phone tight as you try the call button again. And again.
There’s static for a minute or so more, then someone speaks, it’s static-y still but a voice nevertheless. Even more surprising to you, there were literally 100s of firefighters that could have been on the other end, but the voice was someone you knew.
“This is the Chicago Fire Department, do you know what floor you are on, is there anybody who needs medical attention?”
“Mouch? It’s Y/N Severide! I’m between the 9th and 6th floor, I’m not sure how far down I’ve got! I'm alone, uninjured, just ready to crap myself.”
“Y/N? Oh hell… Okay, it’s alright. We’re all here, you brother’s waiting for my info, I’ll tell him, alright? Just stay calm, I’ll be here the whole time. Just gimme a second.”
“O-okay, Mouch. I’m so glad it’s you.”
“Me too, kiddo. Me too.”
You could imagine poor Mouch's expression, perhaps even him making a panicked gesture of him telling you to hang tight as though you could see him. It gives you comfort to know that people who you considered to be family were there for you, the most reassuring thing however was knowing Kelly was literally the one coming to get you.
You stand pacing slightly back and forth, waiting to hear Mouch’s voice again. Or better yet the sound of Squad 3 trying to work through the opening and into the elevator itself.
“Y/N, Mouch again. Squad 3 are on their way to you, don’t touch any of the elevator walls, the fire is coming up from the basement. I repeat, the heat is rising, keep away from any of the metal surfaces.”
“Okay, Mouch, copy that.” You try and even out your breathing, not wanting to psyche yourself up into a panic about the confined space or the evergrowing heat. You keep yourself dead centre standing on the rubberised floor, snatching your jacket back off of the handrail so you could use it for protection if needed.
[Outside the elevator shaft doors on the 8th Level]
Kelly already knew there wasn’t anyone or anything stopping him from getting to you, the second he heard the address for the call his heart and stomach plummeted. On any given day he’d have had this reaction, but he felt the twinge in his gut even more considering how things had been left between you both.
Truck 81 and Engine 51 had remained further down to tackle the origin of the fire, some construction materials on the lower floors had been accidentally ignited. The older lining of the walls and the ceilings had acted as a tinder box, hurrying along the flames to some of the upper floors, with flames still attempting to rise.
Joe turned the drop key to open up the hoistway doors to reveal the shaft, all four men of Squad 3 winced at the blast of heat coming up from the shaft. Putting their SCBA’s on they suited up, Kelly was harnessed whilst Capp and Tony ensured he was securely held by the ram attached between the hoistway opening. Kelly starts with a preliminary look, immediately recognising that you had, in fact, got stuck between the 6th and 7th floor. He attaches a C-collar to his belt, a precaution he felt compelled to take as the fire continued to climb.
Joe radios Mouch, “Mouch, we got eyes on the car, we’re lowering down from the 8th to the 7th, Severide is on his way down to Y/N.”
“Copy that, Joe. I’ve got eyes on the others, the fire is coming up on the 5th, and the East stairwell is still free for you to exit.”
“Got it, Mouch. We’ll let you know when we got her.”
“Copy.”
The radio crackles into silence, Kelly turns his back to the elevator shaft so he can begin repelling down to you, slow steady pushes of his boots against the walls as he eases himself down towards the top of the car.
With every push it gets darker, only the light on his helmet to guide his way, the smoke had begun to reach up past the elevator car now, shrouding the shaft in thick smoke. He knew he had to get to you fast, there was only a certain amount of ventilation and, therefore, oxygen available to you. Kelly would never let fear cloud his focus on his work, but the sense of urgency only thrummed stronger knowing it was his little sister in there.
[Back in the elevator]
"Y/N, Kelly can see you, he's coming, sweetheart. How you holding up?" Mouch is back, and you feel tears sting at your eyes, you had been doing your best to remain stoic in the face of danger, but hearing Mouch connected you back to your reality.
"I-I'm okay, just getting uh, it's getting smoky, Mouch. I'm... worried."
Scared.
You knew that by all standards your rescue was actually going quite quickly when the alternate option was being left to suffocate, yet that still didn’t stop the anxiety from seeping into your veins, the adrenaline pulsed wildly through you as the smoke began to push in thicker bursts through the vents of the elevator car.
"I know, it's gonna get tough in there, kiddo. But he's almost there, you just hang on, I'll be right here."
"Thanks, Mouch." You say it so quietly you're surprised when you even get a response.
"No need to thank me, Y/N. Just keep low, keep covered, let your brother do the work until he can instruct you."
"Will do." You coughed, the smoke was invading your breathing comfort now. At first, a few splutters, until it turns into a more steady rhythm of your body rejecting the foul air.
It had been drilled into your brain that you should never try and climb through the elevator hatch by yourself, and besides, it was unlikely you would be able to reach if you wanted to, but as the acrid smog continued to fill the confined space your brain was fighting against the urge to try and climb up and out anyway.
You were staying low to the ground with your jacket shielding your head and face, but the more you tried to recover your breathing the worse it got. Each inhale seemed to add weight inside your rib cage, lungs starting to burn as you could actually hear the roar of the fire beginning to eat the materials below your elevator car.
Loud, shuddering, clunks were coming from beneath and you started to feel the car vibrate, a high-pitched whipping sound could be heard and suddenly you were tilting violently to the right, the outer wall of the car hitting the inner wall of the shaft itself.
The momentum catches you off guard, sending you sliding into the side of the hot metal head first, almost bouncing off as you fall back and to your side, unconscious.
The sound of Mouch's frantic calls out to you and the sound of urgent radio chatter above your head are oblivious to you, blood drips from the gash in your head, your face covered in the blackness of the smoke.
You don't move.
[On top of the elevator car]
Kelly had been brought to a swift stop by Joe and Tony up above, the all-too-familiar sound of one of the elevator car’s support cables snapping had your brother’s team, rightly so, fearing for their lieutenant’s life. Once the commotion had died down Kelly was left gripping to a beam trying to recollect his thoughts, looking down at the car now listing to one side with you inside it.
“Severide!” Joe’s voice hollered across the radiowaves, concerned for your brother's wellbeing.
Kelly exhales sharply, pushing his feet back up against the sides of the shaft, ready to keep repelling. “I’m fine, I’m still secure, no signs of further deterioration. Come on, we’re running out of time, keep me going!”
Without resistance or protestation, Joe and Tony kept lowering Kelly to you, slowing down as his feet came into contact with the top, in the background Capp could be heard relaying information to Chief Boden.
Once he had got his bearings, Kelly gave the signal that he was securely on board the car. The rest of the Squad guys at the top waited with bated breath as Kelly set to work on opening the elevator hatch.
The sight that greeted your brother was hazy but still distinguishable, your prone form lay still in the layer of smoke that hung over you, his eyes change from worry to focus, keying his radio immediately.
“Capp, how much longer have we got?”
“Chief says 7 minutes, Severide, no more no less.”
Kelly doesn’t acknowledge that particular information, simply using the time he has to order that a stokes basket be lowered and that Joe also come down to assist.
“The car and the remaining cables can hold us both, Cruz, but we gotta move quick, she’s not conscious, possible head and spinal injury, we need to secure her and get the hell out of here.”
“Copy that, Severide. On my way with the stokes basket.” Kelly takes calming breaths inside his mask, focusing on the next task, instantly leaving Joe who's lowering from behind, as he climbs into the elevator to get to you.
Touching his boots to the elevator floor he feels the surface protest under his weight, which he promptly disregards as he moves down low to assess you. Taking a glove off he feels for your pulse, utterly relieved when he feels it there, sluggish but there.
Unhooking the C-collar from his belt he secures you in it, at least reassuring himself he was working towards your rescue as he waits for Joe and the basket.
With a firm rub of the heel of his hand against your sternum, he calls your name, imploring you to respond to the stimuli. He’s met with stillness, the gash is oozing slowly now, highlighting a swollen lump at the side of your head. It’s a sight that releases queasiness into his gut, another emotion to be ignored, knowing he had no room for familial concern right now.
There’s a thunk above Kelly’s head, moments later the front end of the stokes basket appears as Joe lowers it in. The elevator continues to growl at the added weight, Kelly could do nothing but pray the flames didn’t take any more of the cables until the three of you were free.
Kelly slides the basket next to you, rolling you onto the basket as he instantly begins securing the various straps into their crisscrossed positions, he had to make absolutely certain you were secure before being lifted up and out of the confined space.
“I got you, kiddo. I’m here, I love you and I’m sorry, so please hold on for me so you can chew me out for being a defensive asshole.” He murmurs as he works, hands moving on autopilot as Joe gives him a 3-minute warning.
The final knots are tired and your feet are secured, chest strapped and thighs banded across, neck and head fixed into place. Satisfied you wouldn’t be going anywhere Kelly starts to tilt the basket with you in it, leaning it up and vertical so that Joe can start to guide you to be lifted towards Capp and Tony.
Watching you disappear through the hatch, Kelly moves underneath it to grab onto Joe’s hands, the winch could have lifted Kelly alone but time was of the essence and it was faster for Joe to at least hoist him out of the dangerous metal box threatening to free fall at any moment.
Joe and Kelly stand in anticipation as they watch you in the basket rise up the two floors to Capp and Tony and witness the two men carefully pulling you into the open hoistway space and into the building.
It’s Capp over the radio, “Severide, Cruz… 81 came to get Y/N, time for us to go, are you secure?”
“We’re secure, Capp. Bring us up!”
The winch seems to take forever, and Kelly mentally notes that he and Joe will have to move with a rocket up their ass lest they get themselves into a pickle. Hearing the raucous sounds of materials perishing to the ferociousness of the flames below. Kelly is itching to get onto solid ground and get outside to you as soon as possible.
In true Squad 3 fashion it's just about the time Tony and Capp pull your brother and Cruz into the main part of the building that they hear several ear-splitting whips and cracks of the other cables snapping under the pressure of the flames; the four men disconnect their harnasses and push each other forward and out of the way of any stray flying cables, stumbling forward as they head towards the exit stairwell.
-
Kelly can start to hear the Chief over his radio as he descends to freedom, he had already known they were working on borrowed time and if it weren’t for him worrying for his fellow Squad members, he wouldn’t have worried at all - knowing you were safe would have been enough.
Ensuring Tony, Capp and Joe were out Kelly follows suit, blinking into the sunlight as he practically rips off his mask, he eyes Chief with an apologetic look, the older man simply holds up a hand, as if to say “I know.”
Kelly’s eyes are frantically looking around for the Ambo that had you, and Boden whistles, nodding in the direction of Ambo 61 where Gabby and Shay were by your side, seeing to your injuries.
Your brother takes off, shedding his jacket and handing it to Casey who is standing in wait for him. Kelly looks from your sooty face beneath the oxygen mask where Gabby is squeezing the bag, to Shay, then to Casey and then back to you again.
It's Gabby who speaks up first, eyes focused on you but relaying the details, "She's stable, Kelly. Just took in too much smoke and got a pretty nasty knock to the head. We're gonna get her to Med, they'll probably keep her overnight, maybe more depending on the tests and scans."
"She'll be alright, Kel. She's a fighter like her annoying big brother." Shay wraps an arm around him, and Kelly lets out a choked laugh, his eyes filling with tears. He could have lost you in so many different ways today, and it would have all been left with you thinking he was mad at you.
"Case, you got her out?" Kelly asks,
Matt nods, "Of course, Sev. Couldn't let you Squad guys do all the work, you already complain enough as it is." Matt grins, brushing off the grateful look Kelly was giving him. It was nothing to come and get you, it was their job and you were like a sibling to all of them as well.
Kelly moves forward, wrapping Matt in a squeezing hug, feeling his fellow Lieutenant pat his back.
"Hey, go on, I got this-" Matt holds up Kelly's turnout coat. "You go with them to Med, we'll be there in a bit."
Kelly nods, "Thanks, man. Really." Matt simply shoos him away with a smile, leaning forward to give your leg a squeeze.
"Wake up for us, kiddo."
Gabby nods at Shay who helps get you into the back of the vehicle, Kelly climbs in after you and Gabby, being sure to stay out of the way. The doors slamming shut almost make him jump, the anxiety returning as he watches Gabby continue to supply your oxygen.
Shay starts the Ambo and with blaring sirens, they're carrying you to Med.
-
Kelly was made to wait in the family room for a good few hours whilst you had tests done both for your head injury and the smoke inhalation. Will Halstead had come back periodically to personally reassure your brother that what he had seen so far was promising, but they would be keeping you for a few days to make sure nothing more sinister developed.
In that time the rest of the firehouse had been and gone once they knew you were most likely out of the woods, with many of them promising to come back tomorrow to check in with the Severide siblings.
Now, Kelly sits by your bed, waiting for you to wake up again. You had regained consciousness not long into your arrival at Med, but you had already been whisked off for scans by that point. Your current sleeping state was just that, sleeping, given that your ordeal had been quite the draining afternoon.
Your big brother runs a hand through your hair, simply watching you like a hawk as if you’d disappear right in front of him.
Lost in thought and guilt about your argument he doesn’t even realise your eyes are now half-open, drowsy but coming back to reality.
“Are you staring at me, weirdo?” You croak, even half-awake you have the ability to tease your brother, and it makes him scoff with laughter immediately, relieved butterflies tumbling in his stomach.
“I gotta make sure you don’t go off and get yourself stuck again.” He poked back, smiling brightly now. “God, I’m so glad you’re okay, sunshine.”
Your own heart hammered at the mention of being “stuck”, the darkness, the smoke, the closing in of metal walls, and the loud creaks, groans and clunks flashed across your mind. Kelly saw your expression darken and leaned forward, giving your hand a squeeze.
“Hey, it’s alright, kiddo. You’re safe now, you’re gonna be alright.”
Your eyes close, taking a breath as you squeeze Kelly’s hand back in return, he had always been good at helping you with panic attacks and general anxiety.
“Take it slow, okay? Deep breath in…1, 2, 3… deep breath out.” He encourages you, giving you a moment when the breathing invokes a few deep hacks of coughing from you. He keeps a steadying hand on you, gently offering you a cup of water to sip at after the hacking subsides. You lick your lips, smiling thankfully.
“I’m so glad it was you, Kel. I’m glad it was 51.” You sigh, keeping your breathing as steady as possible, feeling a little better as Kelly rubs your back, just as he would when you’d had a nightmare as a kid.
“Me too, Y/N. I can’t even begin to think… the way I left things the other day…” Kelly’s face is pained, you can tell he feels supremely guilty about what happened.
Your expression softens, given everything that had gone down, you were simply relieved to have a life and a brother still. “Kelly, it’s okay, I get it-”
“No, it isn’t. You were right, Y/N. I confronted Renee, and she spilt the truth. You and Shay were right, and I was an asshole to think you had anything other than my best interests at heart.” He cups your cheek, knocking his forehead with yours.
“We’re a team, you and me, kid. I trust you with anything, and I should have trusted you with that.”
Silent tears escape you now, feeling so relieved that he wasn’t mad and that you didn’t have this tension between each other anymore.
“Team Severide, woo woo.” You whisper with a smile, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck as you tuck your face into his shoulder. He holds you close, sighing, chuckling quietly too.
“Team Severide is right, kid.” You leaned back, grinning tiredly at your brother, you should have been annoyed that you were literally a grown adult and he still called you “kid” or “kiddo”, but really it never bothered you, it made you feel safe and connected to him like you always had been.
“So, does this mean I can have a sibling servant for a few days whilst I recuperate?” You ask with a picture of innocence on your face.
Kelly rolls his eyes but nods, still smiling, “Sure does, Chief has already cleared a few days for me, so make the most of this rare occurrence.”
You snort, squeezing your brother’s arm with a mischievous look, patting his face in a playful slap. “Oh, I will, brother. I will.”
-
Fin.
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