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queen's crown
rowaelin + kiddos // written for April microfics @throneofglassmicrofics using the prompt "Crown"
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The Staghorn Crown of Terrasen sat atop its emerald-green velvet pillow, the gold spires that resembled antlers jutting proudly up into the still, silent air of the throne room. At its center, the kingsflame bloom encased in crystal seemed almost to glow, the scarlet and crimson and orange of its petals radiating warmth and light.
The princess rose onto her tiptoes and fixed her wide-eyed gaze upon the crown, the pedestal just barely taller than her head. At the sound of footsteps entering the throne room, she startled, and her elbow knocked into the pedestal as she wobbled, trying to keep her balance.
She stared, her wonder turning to horror, as the crown tipped off of its cushion and tumbled towards the floor.
But a swift, wintry wind brushed through the throne room, caught the crown, and deposited it neatly back on its cushion, its tendrils wrapping carefully around the princess as she wobbled on the steps.
"Are you alright, little love?" Her father's voice, her father's wind.
Six-year-old Alanna Whitethorn Galathynius felt her lower lip shiver as the tears slowly spilled out of her eyes, the same bright pine as her father's. In an instant, her father was there, scooping her up into his arms, soothing her.
"I--I almost broke Mama's crown," Lana half-sobbed, burying her face in her dada's warm shoulder.
"Shh, little love, it's alright." Rowan carried Lana back to her rooms, where her mother was waiting, concern on her face. He kissed the top of his daughter's blonde head. "You know Mama and I would never let anything happen to you, Lana."
She sniffled. "I sorry, Mama."
Aelin took her daughter from her mate's arms, giving him a brief, tender look. "Lana, lovey, you mean so much more to me than that silly old crown." She cupped the little girl's face, meeting Lana's teary gaze with her own steady one. "Were you trying to see Mama's crown?"
Lana nodded. "Auntie El said you used to try and see it all the time when you were my age."
A distant, yearning smile slipped across Aelin's face. "That was...a very long time ago. I'm surprised she remembers." When she was a child, Aelin had often slipped into the throne room to stare at the crown from a distance, a memory she'd almost forgotten until her daughter brought it up.
Calming, Lana touched the bracelet that curled around Aelin's wrist, a smaller version of the crown with golden prongs like antlers. An everyday crown. "It matches."
"Yes, it does." Aelin kissed Lana's forehead. "Do you want to go see the crown, lovey?"
Lana's big green eyes lit up. "Yes!"
"Alright, then." Aelin stood up and took Lana's hand, and with Rowan at her back, ever the hovering buzzard, she led her daughter down to the throne room. Together, they walked across the quiet, shadowed expanse of the room, its soft darkness broken by the sunlight that streamed in through the arched windows along the walls.
At the front of the throne room, she lifted the crown's cushion off the pedestal, slowly knelt down in front of her daughter with a flicker of a grimace of discomfort, and set the cushion on the ground. Lana's expression widened with wonder as she clung to her mother's hand and stared at the crown.
Rowan knelt next to Aelin, concern creasing his face. "Are you sure you should be--"
"I'm fine, you overbearing buzzard," she sighed, one hand drifting to her very rounded stomach.
A tiny mirror of her father, Lana pressed both of her small hands to Aelin's bump. "Mama, baby?"
"Baby is just fine, lovey," Aelin promised. Gently, reverently, she lifted the crown from its cushion and raised it into the shaft of sunlight, causing light to radiate off of the kingsflame bloom. As her daughter and her mate watched, she carefully lowered it onto her head, feeling its familiar weight settle over her.
Lana stared raptly. "Mama so pretty," she murmured.
Aelin smiled as she lifted the crown off her head. "One day, my daughter, this will be yours." Lana held very still as Aelin placed the crown atop her small head, holding it in place so it didn't slip down the princess's face.
And the Queen of Terrasen looked at the future queen, her heart full to bursting at the sight of her family.
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Saw your prompt thing and 👉👈 how would you feel about Lithromantic!Sanji and Aromantic!Zoro QPR? I have ideas. Like. So many. I gnaw on this dynamic.
Just. Sanji who loves to love. He's romantic and passionate, but as soon as someone reciprocates it all starts tasting rotten in his mouth. That's why he expresses his love for women that he knows he'll never see again. There's no possibility of it going anywhere. Falling in love with Zoro was... Unprecedented. And maybe he's not sure how the guy would take his feelings, but not wanting to make him genuinely uncomfortable.
And Zoro who just kinda. Doesn't mind the attention. Sanji is not as slick as he thinks he is, he just loves so openly that trying to squash it when it's for Zoro is impossible. But Zoro worries one day it won't be enough to be loved at a distance and Sanji is going to ask for more than Zoro can give him. He's worried his lack of feelings will ruin the relationship they already have.
I could. go I for so long. I would love you forever if you wrote something with this that didn't end with them getting together or with unrequited love being a curse/sad thing.
I hope this is what you had in mind, @the-sprog ! This was double hard for me, as I have never written something relationship centric + didn’t know lithromanticism was a thing.
I do like the dynamic though and think that this label probably fits Sanji very well!
Zeff used to say he was a big bag of love, filled to the brim, overflowing. Sanji couldn’t say that was wrong, exactly. He fell in love all the time, one person at a time, and mostly people he knew would never love him back.
Loving women was easy. It was what everyone expected him to do and he was all too willing to give. It was well enough for him that Nami-swan and Robin-chan would never love him back. They were beautiful and brilliant and he wanted to give them all the love and adoration they deserved. So he gave them: his cooking, every meal and snack and drink that they could wish for; gifts of flowers and jewelry, clothes and books, anything they would ask for; his attention and gratitude and love and adoration.
And there was nothing he wanted in return.
He had a friendship once with the daughter of one of Zeff’s cooks. She had the most brilliant red hair and big brown doe eyes and Sanji’s heart had been lost on her the moment they met. She had been kind to him as they played. And he had treated her the same as he treats women now. He had given her compliments and enjoyed her company, he felt himself fall head over heels. And then she had told him she liked him, asked him to be girlfriend-boyfriend. And he… stopped. Suddenly his heart wasn’t in it, he no longer felt as he had before, felt dread at the idea of what she expected him to give her now. He felt angry somehow, betrayed by his body and her with no chance of understanding why.
She and her parents had left the baratie soon after and he never got to apologize. Zeff still called her his little girlfriend, leaving him a flustered mess unable to put words to his emotions.
He had it figured out by now, accepting that he wasn't able or willing to give others what they expected of romantic relationships and completely satisfied with simply the pre-stages of the whole affair. The wooing and seducing and flirting. He loved it, loved the hints of romance, the vent to his overflowing abundance of love.
And then came Zoro.
The brute, Zoro. The angry masochistic and self-sacrificing idiot of a man. Zoro, who showered once a week and smelled accordingly. Who never complimented his food and took everything for granted.
Zoro, who protected his crew with all he had and never backed down from a fight. Zoro, who was one of the strongest people he’d ever known and who didn’t think of him as weak. Who respected him as an equal. The man who cared so much about Chopper and was good with kids. Luffy’s first mate, who saw him for what he was (the future goddamn pirate king) before anyone else did. And who always cleaned his plate, simply because he knows that it means a lot to Sanji.
How could he not fall for him?
He tried to play it down, keep it a secret. He knew the man had about as much romance in his bones as a dead fish, so Sanji wasn’t going to lie to himself about this.
He caught himself making three snacks instead of two and unwillingly brought the third plate up to the crow’s nest, where Zoro was working out. Sweaty, smelly, and glistening in the late afternoon sun.
“What’s that?” He grunted between reps, putting the weights down with a heavy clunk.
“Just a snack. You’ve been up here a while and your body needs nutrition with all the energy you’re using.” He put the plate and a bottle of water down. “You also need to stay hydrated.”
“Whatever.”
Yeah, Sanji supposed, whatever.
“Don’t get used to it.” And with that, he left.
Sanji wished it had stayed at this one slip-up, but instead, he found himself with three extra treats instead of two more often than not and the others have started to notice.
“You’ve been buying more Sake, Sanji-kun.”
Sanji felt himself freeze, knew his face was bright red, and knew he had to react quickly. “Well, you see-“
“Zoro has been getting a lot of free passes, lately.”
“Uhm-“
Mellorine, lovely mellorine PLEASE shut the fuck up. He wanted to bury his head in the sand, or better yet, explode it in the oven.
“Please don’t say more…”
She stayed quiet and came up beside him, where he tried very hard to keep his hands busy at the stove, unwilling to see the look on her perfect little face.
“Sanji… do you you like him?” What does he even say to that? Of course, he liked him, he adored him. He wanted to bury himself beneath his skin and never leave. “He’s okay.” She just smiled.
“You’re not being sly. Give him some credit, he isn’t always as dumb as he looks, okay?”
And with that, she left, but not before stopping in the doorway to the galley and turning around again. Sanji readied himself for her words of wisdom, advice that would surely help him cope.
“Oh, and Sanji-kun… stop wasting money on things we don’t need.”
Perhaps Dinner was mostly Zoro’s favorite food. Maybe it was accidentally, maybe it was deliberate. Sanji wouldn’t tell.
He watched him closely as he ate. He never said outright whether he liked something or gave an indication when he disliked something, but there were small things that Sanji had noticed.
He talked less when he really enjoyed his food. Sometimes he would stop and take a sip of his sake and when the different tastes of his food and drink mixed, he would close his eyes and hum quietly, gently, enjoying the luxurious tastes as Sanji had intended. Sanji kept a mental note of every time this happened.
Zoro stayed after dinner and stared him down.
“What is it, marimo? Can’t find the way out?”
But Zoro just shrugged and reached for the dish towel and started drying the plates he cleaned. It made his heart clench in his chest.
They stayed like this for twenty minutes, in companionable quiet, Sanji basking in his attention.
And then Zoro broke it. “You’re courting me.”
It took all his willpower not to break the plate he was holding. “No!” He heard the high pitch in his voice and decided to deny it vehemently if it should ever come up again. “Calm down, cook. You’re not making it a secret.” Sanji should really work on this.
“Never mind. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t mind? Don’t get me wrong if you start calling me stupid stuff like marimo-swan I will cut you, but…” It was his turn to blush and Sanji had to hold himself back.
“You like being pampered?”
“Don’t call it that!”
But the blush remained and neither looked away.
“I don’t like relationships. I’m not planning on spending all my time with you or doing your romantic shit… I like my freedom and I want to concentrate on becoming the world’s greatest swordsman. I don’t want love and relationships, but I do like…”
He likes me.
Sanji felt his own excitement at the thing Zoro seemed to be proposing and it fit him just right.
“In return, I’ll have your back.”
You already do, you dumb oaf. He wanted to say but kept his mouth shut because he understood that this was the best he had to offer - his blades, his protection.
Shit, it was really easy to love that man.
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Sparrow being offered to be drugged for a showing, which Damon promises will be the worst yet.
He can either be awake and feel it all, all the pain and humiliation, but still have the opportunity to fight. Or he could be blissfully unaware and 'sleep' through it. Wake up hours later, none the wiser and just a little sore.
Thank you so much for this! I was all giddy at the idea, it's so fucking beautiful! And I have to give an amazing thanks to @darkthingshappen for the use of her Whumper Volkov, who is mentioned in this piece! Her and I have some things planned with Volkov and Sparrow that was mentioned in this drabble that we're excited to share with you once it's done!
TW: Very vague implications of future noncon, mentions of past abuse/torture, drug mentions, implied future drugging, the term "boy" used for an adult male (if I missed any, let me know!)
Fighting the Decision (A Warehouse Drabble)
“Get the fuck away from me,” Sparrow growled, doing his best to back up from Damon as he approached him.
He had only been back at the Warehouse for a few days after his two week stay at the island, and while he was regrettably glad to be back in a familiar place, all Sparrow wanted was more than a few days rest before things returned to normal. Some peace before the oncoming storm he was sure to endure.
Damon clicked his tongue a couple times, looking down at the pet on the floor of his office, crossing his arms over his chest. “The whole point of that trip was to see what you’ve learned so far, but all it seems to have done is bring you back to where you started.”
“It was a sick and twisted joke and you know it,” Sparrow snarled back. “Why even send me there if I were to end up back here?”
Damon quirked an eyebrow, seeming to be slightly amused by the words despite it being back talk. “I was curious to see how you’d do under a different hand, and while you’ve resorted back to how I first got you two months ago, there have been noticeable changes in how you behave. You seem more…how should I put it? Afraid.”
Sparrow clenched his fists behind his back, his wrists straining against the metal cuffs that kept them locked behind him. “I’m not afraid of you,” Sparrow said, though his tone was more quiet than before.
“Oh, I think you are,” Damon said in return, crouching down so he was more level with the pet. “I have a proposition for you then.”
Sparrow did his best to scoot back even more when Damon crouched down, trying to hold himself to appear bigger, but all he really wanted to do was hide in the shadows of the office and disappear.
“What the fuck is a proposition?” Sparrow asked harshly, earning an amused chuckle from the Keeper.
“You’re so naive it’s funny, Songbird. An idea, I have an idea. I have quite the audience waiting for your next Showing since you’ve been absent for two weeks, so I have one scheduled for you in an hour. Since you’ve been fighting me at every turn ever since you returned, I thought I’d give you an option on how this Showing would go.”
“I don’t want to do a fucking Showing, cancel it.”
Damon shook his head softly, looking over the pet’s body. “You know that’s not an option. The choices are you go through this welcome home Showing lucid. Wide awake, able to feel and endure everything like you normally do. Or,” Damon paused, letting the first option sink in before he continued, “You can go through it drugged, to the point where you don’t remember a thing.”
This has to be a trick, Sparrow thought. Damon has never had him drugged for a Showing, preferring him to be awake and lucid to elicit more of a reaction.
“Why give me the stupid options when you’ll just end up choosing the first one?” Sparrow asked, his body rigid and tense at the thought of the whole thing.
“Because I’m genuinely asking. I know Volkov does things differently than I do, so I’m giving you an out to ease you back into the system. If you go with the first option, you can still fight against everything I do. Granted, it’ll do nothing in the end, but you’ll still be able to try. If you go with the second option, you get a break from it all, but it’ll leave you entirely at my mercy. This may be the only time I grant you this out, Songbird, so choose wisely.”
“Either way, I end up in a world of fucking pain and end up humiliated,” the pet mumbled, but his gaze shifted to the floor as he thought it over.
A break. When has he ever gotten a break from all of this? To have a choice in not remembering any of the things done to him? The Keeper hardly ever went back on his word, so the fact that Sparrow would never be given this chance again weighed down on him heavily.
But drugged to the point of not remembering anything that’s going on? Damon would probably give him something so he’d still be somewhat awake. The fucker loved hearing him moan and scream. He wouldn’t be able to do anything against what the Keeper had planned. It seemed like a lose-lose situation. Stay awake and endure it all and remember it but still stick to fighting back or not remember a thing and be as compliant as they come and embarrass himself due to the lack of thought.
As Sparrow thought over the options, Damon merely cocked his head to the side slightly, content to watch his Songbird think. It almost seemed like he could see the gears in Sparrow’s head turn, trying to figure out the best option. Regardless of his choice, the boy would go through the Showing and it would be a sight to behold.
After several minutes, Sparrow let out a sigh, his gaze not moving up from the floor, his head hanging in defeat. “The second one,” he mumbled, his body slowly going lax in his seated position on the floor. “Just get it over with.”
Damon’s eyes widened at the choice, the Keeper pushing himself up to his feet as he smiled down at the other. “Second option it is.”
Sparrow clenched his jaw as he heard Damon leave the office, flinching as he heard the door shut.
It felt like he was giving up on everything he had fought for up to this point, but all he truly wanted was a break. A true break from everything he was going through. Once it was all over, he’d be back to his normal, fighting self and things would resume as normal.
Sparrow couldn’t help a tiny part of himself hoping that Damon would keep him in that state forever so he’d never have to remember any of this again. But that was wishful thinking. The Keeper would never be that merciful. Might as well take the small mercy while he could.
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Sitting on the sink while the other checks out their scratches with vaxleth? :D
Heya!!! Ya got it!!! I originally wasn’t going to do an AU for this but I just couldn’t think of anything so I went with ‘A town to nowhere’ au!
one sitting on the sink while the other checks out the scratches on their s/o’s face.
Vax sits on Keyleth’s bathroom sink as he watches her dig through her first aid supplies, the sound of her rummaging the only noise between them. The two of them had been on one of their nightly adventures, this time Keyleth had texted first meaning that they’d gone to walk and run around the woods to get their minds off things. Until he tripped and ate shit that is, causing the two of them to change their plans.
Weirdly enough Vax hasn’t been to Keyleth’s home more than a handful of times. It’s small, perfect for a person living alone and utterly filled with plants. There are a few other personal touches, a few pictures hang upon the walls, a variety of fairy lights dance about the ceilings of all of the rooms, save for the bathroom and kitchen, and a sheer white tiger tapestry that covers her bedroom window. It’s cozy, comforting, and yet it just feels slightly lonely, like a well loved house that’s been missing it’s person for sometime.
Keyleth’s hand lightly cupping his cheek brings him out of his musing with a slight jolt, causing a silent chuckle to escape the now slightly blushing redhead as she gently starts to clean the wounds on his face. She’s diligent, focused, but also relaxed. A combination that Vax finds absolutely beautiful on her.
Maybe it’s the late hour or maybe it’s just the serene calm her presence brings him but he doesn’t want to go anywhere. Usually, the two of them would spend the night together in one of their out of home hideouts but with them now being at her house he doesn’t know what they’ll do. Will she send him home once she’s done patching him up? Will she let him stay?
After a while Keyleth finishes bandaging his face, yet she keeps her one hand on his cheek just letting him rest against her. The two retain eye contact and Vax swears he could get lost in the forests that reside in her eyes, he loses himself to the point he almost doesn’t hear her next words. The first either of them have said anything since they arrived here.
“Do you want to stay for the night?” Her words are hesitant, like she fears his response but he just smiles cupping the hand she has left on his cheek before giving her a nod. She maneuvers their hands taking his and leading him through her home. It slightly shocks him that she leads him to her bedroom but at the same time do they not constantly sleep next to each other when in their hideouts? Yet it’s different, it’s more intimate, more personal but as they find their way under the covers, warmth seeping into their bones and soft goodnights from each other caressing their ears it feels natural to him. As if he belongs here.
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❛ They died for love. You killed for it. Every. Living. Thing. Every blade of grass. Every fluffy little kitten. Even your own daughter. ❜
His telling silence initially substitutes for a response, filling time as the implications of the stranger's aired allegations gather.... an uncomfortable weight. It's the sort of presence he would rather dismiss than confront, assert his authority as leader to confine it to the sidelines, instead of giving it the chance to burrow ever deeper into his ailing conscience. And even at that...
He was wrong, both in the initial answer that he was going to provide, and the thinking that the other had gathered an incorrect interpretation of his past actions. Like an accused felon, the stoic proclamation that he was no killer had sat ready to roll forth off his tongue, there to ensure that the claim made was put to firm rest. And there it would remain, in situ, as his mind began to change, confidence in his own defence evaporating rapidly.
Scrambling for a new approach, he wished to state aloud that he was no butcherer of humanity, but a quick review had seen that not even this was an airtight claim to make. It began to crumble once the number of criminals that he had willingly sent off this mortal coil were taken into consideration, events that occured during a time when the only matter that fell under his purview had been the megacity of Nueva York, and not the entire breadth of reality.
To such ends, it put the atrocity of what he had committed into sharp focus. Driven by a desperate need to find happiness, his quest for contentment had in motion a chain reaction unlike anything recorded previously. The sheer innocuousness of his actions had been the worst part, that by assuming another's identity, he had set in motion the irreversible unravelling of an entire dimension, a cataclysmic disaster for which he was still, to this very day, attempting to analyse and understand. If only to understand why.
Burdened by remorse, by the sheer responsibility of causing such immense lost, it sees Miguel avert his gaze, clench his jaw as the other's words replay in his head on a loop. Every. Living. Thing. Not even a single atom had escaped obliteration. There was simply... nothing. Complete erasure. Including all tangible evidence of...
Gabriella. His daughter. The lie that kept him from completely unravelling. Who he had adored and cherished like no other soul up until that point in his life. Had the other dared to ask him was it ultimately worth it, Miguel would hesitate to answer, unable to determine if it was better to have tried and lost, or to have instead continue on. Completely oblivious to the joys inherent in parenthood, however fraudulent his go at it was.
"Don't." It's the most he can manage, a contraction that masks a plea to end inquiries right here. To speak no further on the painful truth that what he had desired the most had ultimately led to the unfathomable loss of everything he held dear.
#answered prompt#anon#verse; trasnaigh an rubaicón#this hurtsss but also ty anon-mon for the opportunity <3#drabbles
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Take away my pain
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Rowan taking care of Aelin on her cycle
Yes, I am on a roll... I blame the days off.
Anyway, despite the title which is taken from a song by Dream Theatre, this fic I sure fluff.
Also, I think every woman deserves a Rowan... really.
I hope you’ll love it.
PS: those heat belt really exist and are amazing btw...
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TAKE AWAY MY PAIN
It was eleven in the morning when Rowan’s night shift in the A&E finally finished. He closed his locker with a sigh of relief and waltzed out of the changing room with a spring in his step and a grin. He was looking forward to go home and crash in bed. Their bed. He and Aelin, his wife had finally moved in a new house and were still adjusting to the new place which was feeling like home with each passing day. Finding the perfect house had taken a while but the wait had been worth it. Thy had managed to snatch the house of their dreams out in the outskirts and away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. It was a lovely neighbourhood and the house had a garden too and was perfect for when they were going to have kids. They could be outside and enjoy the fresh air.
Quickly he got to his car and started his drive home ready to collapse on the bed and sleep until Aelin was back.
The drive took a good twenty minutes. Outside the house Aelin’s car was parked up but he was not worried. He knew that sometimes Aelin enjoyed taking the metro into the centre just to avoid the crazy traffic. The good thing of the hospital being away from the centre was a blessing. Orynth’s traffic could get quite crazy during rush hours.
Rowan grabbed his backpack and got inside. He stopped when he noticed Aelin’s shoes and her jacket. He abandoned his stuff on the floor, toed off the shoes and entered the living room.
“Ae? Are you at home?” He walked around the house, until he decided to go upstairs and found his wife in bed.
“Hey…” he moved to her and sat on the bed at her side “hey you…” his hand brushing her head very gently.
She looked up at him “Ro.”
“I am here. What’s wrong, are you ill?”
Aelin shook her head “just my period.”
All of a sudden everything was clear. Aelin always suffered during her cycle. Some months were better than others but the really bad ones made it impossible for her to get out of bed.
“How bad?”
“I was sick, this morning.”
He kissed her head “what if we take a warm bath? It usually helps.”
She nodded weakly and Rowan jumped into action getting the bathtub ready for both. When they got the house they had splurged and got a nice larger and comfortable tub. They also had a shower for the morning, but the tub had been a guilty pleasure they had both agreed on.
He dumped a few of her favourite salts and went back in the bedroom.
“It’s almost ready.”
Aelin curled on her herself once more and Rowan worried. As a doctor he had pushed her to get checked but she was fine, she just suffered badly, something he knew was part of the package.
“Come,” he lifted her in his arms and went back in the bathroom.
Aelin undressed and he did the same. Once the clothes were on the floor he climbed in the tub and offered a hand to Aelin who then sat in-between his legs.
“Lean against me.”
Aelin did just that and Rowan pulled her long hair aside while his arms went on her back and started massaging it gently. He knew that Aelin would suffer from really bad back pain and he had searched all possible remedies. He had also bought her a belt that would heat up and would cover back and stomach. Aelin had loved the present and wearing it at night had helped to sleep a bit more.
“Better?”
“Yes,” she added quietly.
“Did you came home early from work?”
“Yes, Lys is covering.”
Aelin and Lysandra had created from scratch and editorial house. They had started small but with time they had started to attract authors and slowly had managed to publish some successful books. They were an indie company and that was a fierce world but the two of them had managed to make a name for themselves.
“Good, I can have you all to myself for longer than planned.”
Aelin lifted her hand and caressed his face “how was the shift?”
The breath that left him was long and ragged.
“That bad?”
“A care pile up in the middle of the night. Some people should not be allowed to drive in the snow.”
She snuggled against him and allowed her husband to wash her hair.
Soon Rowan started to protest that the water was getting cold so he pushed her outside. He grabbed a towel and walked outside to giver privacy to get herself ready. Not because he was disgusted by the act, as a doctor he had an idea of how a woman would use certain products. He just believed that she could do with a bit of personal space.
In the meantime he changed in comfortable clothes and went to get Aelin’s stuff.
“Do you think you will manage soup?” He said while walking back to the bathroom where she was drying her hair.
“Yes, can I have carrot and coriander?”
Rowan moved closer and kissed her “Good, dry up and go to bed. Your belt is out and ready and there are painkillers too.”
“You spoil me.”
His arms slithered around her “it comes in the job description of husband.” A flick of her nose and he left.
Aelin smiled. She had been so lucky with him. Her ex Chaol would disappear for the entire time she had her period as if she was afflicted by a contagious disease and had almost lost it when once she had forgotten feminine products in his bathroom. Rowan was never bothered and claimed that it was natural, maybe his medical training helped. He would do all he could to look after her when she was not well, cook for her and was even patient enough when she was in full PMS and her hormones made her cranky. He would also shop for her supplies when he went grocery shopping. The first time he did he admitted he knew it was getting closer to the time and she ran out.
He was perfect.
In silence she padded to the bed and saw it was all ready for her while in the distance she could hear the sounds of her husband tinkering in the kitchen. She felt bad. Rowan had just come off shift and was tired too but he had ignored it and looked after her.
It was over an hour later when he brought a tray with two steaming cups of the wonderful soup “M’lady your lunch is ready. The bread is from yesterday, but if you dunk it in the soup it will be fine.”
Aelin grabbed his hand and pulled him closer for a kiss “you are an amazing man.”
He sat at her side “Eat, it will get cold,” he kissed her nose “I love you too, menace.”
Aelin sat up at his side, the blanket tucked nicely around her and her body close to his.
They spent the rest of the day in bed and in her husband’s arms the pain was all of a sudden more bearable.
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The Chief Director was working hard, exhausted.
She had a special someone here, too. A twin sister, Anya. Yes, they looked alike, but Anya possessed yellow ribbons braided in her hair and was easily motivated by music.
It would be time to do the orientation. Get masters ready for the mission.
Nathan Relnor was rarely unsupervised in the halls of Chaldea. After all he was only 11 years old and letting an actual child run around your secret facility was a recipe for disaster. He'd been brought to Chaldea due to his frankly absurd Master capability but there was no way they were willing to deploy someone so young. He was an asset to be grown and used in Chaldea's future according to Marisbury.
Thankfully Fou was riding on his shoulder so he technically wasn't totally alone.
While running around he happened to cross paths with a familiar face. Romani had introduced them once before. Olga Marie? She was the acting director now that Marisbury had "Left to oversee Seraphix" as he'd been told. No use in burdening the boy with knowledge of the man's passing, he was already struggling to adapt to Chaldea as it was.
"Hi Olga! Hi Anya! Hey! Have you seen where Daybit and Pepe went? I had an idea for a super cool catchphrase for them!"
#Pre Singularity Nathan#Answered prompt#Animusphere-goddess-of-Chaldea#Oh look at him untainted by the trauma
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If you don't have tattoos, and had to get one, what would you get tattooed on you? Is getting tattooed a big deal to you? If you are tattooed, do you regret any?
Personally a tattoo wouldn't be a big deal for me at all, but considering the stigma around them in Japan, it'd be simpler to do without getting one for now. I already can't go to public onsens and beaches with Hiei due to the dragon's mark- unless he uses his jagan to keep nearby people from noticing it, which defeats the purpose of me taking him to such places to relax if he has to constantly be on alert and influencing the minds of those nearby. :(
Then again, since I can't bring Hiei to public places like that and I don't have any desire to go on my own, I suppose I could get a tattoo somewhere that's easy to cover up. My family is already aware of Hiei's "tattoo," so it's not another thing I'd have to hide from them, at least.
Actually... getting a tattoo on my Youko form is another possibility. There'd be no need to hide anything as it's not like the ink could transfer between my forms, and the Makai certainly has no issues with tattoos. I've always found it as a nice art form, though I had never gotten one before. I held no alliance that'd require one, nor had a particular attachment to any sort of symbolism. Some groups of demons use tattoos to mark their status amongst their ranks- the larger and more elaborate, the higher their placing in the hierarchy. I figured it'd be redundant to have anything like that when I led my own groups of thieves, though. Many could already recognize me simply from the shine of my silver hair, and instantly know what sort of trouble they were in.
If I were to get any tattoos though, it'd absolutely be something related to my loved ones. There'd be no way that I'd get a tattoo without having at least one to represent my relationship with Hiei. As for what exactly it would be... hm, perhaps something with our motifs, like my rose whip and his dragon in the shape of a heart~ ♡ Oh, a rose whip design that wraps around my arm akin to the dragon's mark would be fun too. I'd absolutely get one for my mother as well... I think sakura imagery would be rather fitting, though bittersweet, considering they represent not only rebirth, but the fleeting nature of human lives... Having something permanent upon my own body to remember her by for centuries to come would be lovely.
Though I had no interest before to get tattoos representing my alliances, I think now that I have such close companions, it'd be quite nice to have some representing my best friends. Hm, matching tattoos would be fun, though I'm unsure if my friends would be up for that idea. I doubt Kuwabara would want one since it could affect his ability to get a job once he's out of college. Yusuke on the other hand I don't think would care, but I have a feeling Keiko would have something else to say on the matter. 😅 I can't quite say for certain about the rest of my friends, but it doesn’t really matter if it's not a viable option for some of us already.
...Honestly, I never thought much about getting tattoos before, but after considering what I'd get if I were to get any... I must say I'm kind of tempted now. 😂 Just the idea of having art on my body to represent those I love forever... It makes me feel warm inside to think about. 😊 Perhaps I should give this some serious thought...
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"Ah, Kron. Fancy seeing your mug here." It's clear in her tone that Lyla was anything but delighted to see the other. "Ya throttled anyone lately for just existing?"
"As a matter of fact, we...I didn't!" The words take a moment to roll off his elongated tongue as he lashed it from side to side, pieced together in the same manner that his own body had endured, once he had managed to crawl out of the sewers. For a megacity with its fair share of abominations, Kron still managed to stick out from the crowd, inky form dripping like wet paint as the symbiote swallowed his entire stature whole.
"And it looks like... that you're next on the menu, sweetheart!" A claim made in lieu of any appetite, he flashed the other a maw filled with razor-sharp teeth, visage the colour of bone as he inched closer to their position. "Please do try to run! We ... I love it when... our prey puts up a fight!!!"
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PROMPT:
leia my love i DARE you
I LEGIT LAUGHED SO HARD MARIA BAHAHA here you go love <3 ;)
word count: 611
warnings: swearing, innuendo, artistic depiction of 🍆
let's add this to the @throneofglassmicrofics March challenge! using the prompts "Accident" and "Chaos" hehe enjoyyyy
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Snatching a few seconds to gasp in a breath as the madness of the morning rush died down, Aelin wiped her hands on her apron and brushed loose strands of hair away from her face. She washed her hands quickly and returned to the coffee bar just as Lysandra stuck her head into the back room and hollered for her.
"Calm down, Lyssie!" Aelin yelled back, laughing. "I'm right here."
"Someone asked for you," Lys singsonged, wiggling her brows aggressively.
Aelin rolled her eyes. "You'd think we were fifteen, not twenty-three."
"We're so mature." Lys smirked and bumped her hip into Aelin's. "Now go take your man's order."
Aelin strolled up to the counter, grinning as she met Rowan's bright, amused gaze. "Hey. What can I get you?"
"Well, since you aren't on the menu, I'll take a cappuccino." The slow wink he gave her did bad, bad things to her heartbeat.
She lowered her lashes and peeked up, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth the way she knew drove her boyfriend wild. "I'm all up for grabs at four, you know."
"Oh, I know." He smirked as he pulled his credit card from his wallet. She tapped in his order, and he paid and sauntered down to wait by the pick-up window.
"You should put special art on his cappuccino," Lys said as she finished up the iced lattes she was working on.
"Like a heart? Bitch, please."
"Oh no." Lys's smirk turned positively wicked. "A dick."
"Lysandra Ennar!" Aelin yelped, swatting the brunette with a towel. "What the hell?!"
"Bitch, you know you want to." Lys's eyebrow wiggle returned, even more aggressive than earlier. "You could even draw it to scale."
Aelin laughed so hard she had to brace her hands on the countertop to keep herself upright. "Holy shit, Lys!" She wheezed as she caught her breath. "Alright. Watch this." She sped through the motions of pulling the espresso shot and steaming up some milk, and then she carefully cradled the ceramic cup in her left hand and began pouring the steamed milk with her right.
When the foam rose to the top, she carefully turned the mug, made a sort of sideways heart shape, and dragged the point of the heart downwards. Then she rotated the mug, and, starting from the point of the upside-down heart, poured a careful pattern of foam in a precise, nearly straight line with a slight wobble. She finished off the crown with a little blob, artfully smearing it so it looked like, well...
"Someone's happy to see you," Lys snickered.
Aelin cackled as she set down the cappuccino. "Ro, love, here's your drink." She spun the cup so that the thick, long dick painted in white foam stood erect.
"Thanks, Ae--what the fuck?!" Rowan spluttered, gaping at the drink. His tan face flushed an endearingly bright shade of crimson, his eyes darting rapidly between the dick-uccino and Aelin's bright, wicked grin.
"Not quite large enough for you, love?"
"Aelin," he groaned, dropping his head into his hands and scrubbing at his blushing face. "No, it's the perfect size."
She snickered. "Good to know. I have quite the model." Her gaze flicked south.
He laughed as he grabbed a stir stick and stirred his cappuccino, dissolving her work of art. "Don't think you've heard the last of this, love." Heat simmered in his eyes.
"Is that a promise?"
Rowan's stare, blazingly hot, snapped to hers. "When you're begging me to let you come, love, just remember this--you got me hard in a very public place." He strolled off to a table, leaving her flushed and speechless behind the bar.
Well.
Damn.
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◎: What is your muse’s most prized mundane possession? Why do they value it so much?
For uh...all of them? Sure, all of therm.
Ghislain - A standard issue spear that he once wielded when he was a young knight. He doesn't look on those years with a huge amount of fondness but finds some measure of comfort in keeping it. It reminds him of the things he learned, both in regards to skills in combat, and of the things he learned about ishgardian society; for better or worse.
Laughing Kraken - A compass! A simple thing that never leaves his side, both for practical purposes on the high seas, and for the sentiment of keeping a thing that he's had in his possession since he began a life at sea so long ago. It's seen more voyages and wracked up more years than many of his crewmates.
Cassidy - (Maybe not mundane persay but-) A memstone depicting Valnain; his home city, before Garlean occupation. His father gave it to him when he was young and he treasures it greatly.
Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse!
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Huhuhu writing prompts huh,,, could I get uhhhh 16 with Devil May Cry?
If I am not specifically told not to make it about Vergil and Nero, it will be about Vergil and Nero and I'm so sorry (and I didn't get a chance to proofread this one either-)
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“And you guys said this would be challenging,” Nero said, yanking his sword out of yet another dispatched demon.
“I never said that,” Dante said. “Your old man is getting rusty. Everything is a challenge to him.”
“No one would know if it was an accident or not,” Vergil ground out, swinging his sword dangerously close to Dante to kill a demon.
“You can’t kill Dante,” Nero said sternly.
“Aw, you do car-”
“He owes me $35.”
“Dammit, I was hoping you forgot about that,” Dante grumbled.
Vergil took care of the last demon. “Alright, that should be the last of the minor ones. Now where did that larger one shamble off to?”
Nero leapt down from the stationary conveyor belt he’d been fighting on top of. They were in a large, abandoned factory, currently on the second of three floors.
“Split up?” Dante offered. “I’ll take the first floor, Nero can watch the second, and Vergil takes the-”
“Why don’t Vergil and I both take the third?” Nero gestured to the large room they stood in, empty aside from the three of them and an abundance of demon corpses. “It’s obviously not here. If it is up and tries to run it’ll hit you on the first floor. But if we trap it on the third, it’s got nowhere to go to escape.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll check the first floor and watch for any runaway demons,” Dante said.
Vergil had tensed at Nero’s suggestions, but he didn’t protest. Nero started for the elevator that led to the next level. A heavy piece of machinery had crashed onto the stairs during their fight, and Nero didn’t trust they’d hold his or Vergil’s weight. He’d rather avoid the elevator, but needs must.
Vergil seemed just as skeptical as he stepped into the elevator with Nero. “You’re lucky we got some of the power back on.”
“Lucky?” Nero scoffed. “We could’ve just climbed up if we had to. Unless the out-of-practice old man can’t handle two flights of stairs in one day.”
“I don’t know why Dante insists on calling me an old man as an insult. We’re twins,” Vergil said in irritation.
Nero shrugged and hit the button for the third floor. “Still accurate.”
The elevator started with a jerk. Nero steadied himself against the wall with his hand. Man, he hated elevators.
Nero opened his mouth to ask Vergil a question, but was cut off by a loud roar that shook the whole building. There was a rumbling noise, and then the elevator gave a savage jerk, screeching as it scraped against the wall.
“Fucking elevators,” Nero said, gripping the bar. “Fucking pissy demons.”
“It knows we were going to trap it,” Vergil said. He’d pressed himself to the wall to keep steady as the elevator gave another jerk. “It’s bringing the building down.”
“With us in it. Fantastic,” Nero said. Another rough jerk sent him off balance, but Vergil caught him before he fell. “I hope this asshole doesn’t accidentally kill itself so I get the joy of doing it myself.”
He yelped as the elevator suddenly dropped, flinging him into the wall. His head smacked against it, dazing him for a moment even as his blurred vision switched to the ceiling in search of an escape.
Vergil was faster. He leapt upward, blowing out the top of the elevator with incredible strength. He reached down, grabbing Nero and yanking him up and out. They caught themselves on motionless cables as the elevator continued its freefall.
“Nero?” Vergil said sharply. He had a hand on Nero’s jacket in case he lost his grip.
“Fine. Just hit my head,” Nero said, rubbing it. “It just dazed me for a minute. I’m fine.” The building rumbled again, debris raining down on them. “Never mind. I’m pissed, not fine.”
They shimmied up the cables until they found an exit. Vergil pried it apart and they slipped through to what was presumably the second floor again. Part of the ceiling had caved in, filling the place with dust and smoke. One of the machines had caught fire.
Nero pulled his shirt up over his nose and mouth, crouching down. “Wonderful. Goddamn wonderful.”
His vision was still blurry from hitting his head. The headache he had announced a concussion. He could shake off the pain, but the blurred vision would be a problem.
“I can’t see well. My vision is blurry, and the smoke and dust aren’t helping,” Nero said, reluctant to admit it but knowing he’d be a liability if Vergil didn’t know his condition. With his vision like this, his balance would be off, too.
Vergil grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the way of a section of ceiling that collapsed moments later. They were limited in movement by the door they’d come through, so Vergil shielded Nero’s head the best he could.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Vergil said, surprising Nero. “But you need to stop being a difficult brat and actually do what I tell you.”
The second part of that did not surprise Nero. He rubbed his aching head and glared, giving a reluctant nod.
“Do you think Dante’s okay?” Nero asked.
Vergil took his arm and guided him through the minefield of debris and flames. “Unfortunately, nothing seems to kill him. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
“He better not die before he pays me back,” Nero said, stepping carefully around a sparking wire.
“He won’t,” Vergil assured. “We’re not that lucky.”
He sounded distracted. Nero shrugged it off as Vergil focusing on maneuvering the mess of the building as it rumbled again, sending down more debris and creating more obstacles for the two of them to get around. Besides, Vergil was probably already calculating where and how to catch the demon they were after. All it had succeeded in doing was pissing off Vergil, Nero, and probably Dante.
And those things were on Vergil’s mind. But the most distracting of all was the knowledge that Nero had not hesitated to trust his safety to Vergil, or that Vergil intended to keep his word about not letting anything happen to Nero.
#answered prompt#dmc#devil may cry#nero sparda#dante sparda#vergil sparda#i am once again injuring nero for the sake of protective vergil mode
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Hi!
if you're taking requests, may I request from your protective prompts #2, dealers choice with apocalypse au vaxleth? they're all so good I cannot choose
Heya! Yup, I’m always taking requests!! Sorry this took so long. I was originally going with a different prompt from the list but changed it due to not being able to figure out the scene. And then I got a ton of work lol this took WAY too long and for that I am so so sorry anon!
11: Person A staying awake all night to make sure Person B is safe.
The irony isn’t lost on Keyleth. How usually Vax is the one to stay up at night to watch over her, she’s awoken a few times to his shadowed form sitting next to her, his gaze fixated on some unseen object in the night. But today had been rough and though it isn’t an serious injury he is hurt and needs his rest to heal so she stayed up to make sure he did sleep. Vex would have stayed up to do much the same if not for the fact that she was exhausted, she’s fast asleep next to an equally unconscious Percy.
She idly played with his long hair, there wasn’t much to do on watch unless something or someone attacked them but with Grog staying up for watch with her she isn’t that worried. Said large man was currently walking the perimeter around their little makeshift camp.
She refocuses her eyes to look at the bandage covering most of Vax’s arm, he’d scrapped it real bad when he’d rushed through a window to escape some zombies. Wounds inflicted by glass she’s learned are rather horrid things, luckily Vax hadn’t hit any major arteries but it still bled a lot. The bandage looking at it now would probably have to be reapplied in an hour or two.
A sigh leaves her as her gaze goes back to his sleeping face. If things were still the way they were she doesn’t doubt that if everyone was awake they’d be teasing her about how close she is to Vax right now. In some ways she misses the endless teasing her and Vax would get from the others but in other ways she’s grateful it’s died down a bit. She’s still confused about so many things and the world ending isn’t helping at all. She cares for him deeply in a way she hasn’t felt for anyone before but she doesn’t know how to label it or more likely is too scared to label it. If life’s taught her anything it’s that those you love most leave and even if she knows it’s ridiculous to think Vax would leave her of his own will considering well, everything, there is still that nagging voice in the back of her head that she can never ignore.
When Vax’s brow furrows she freezes in place, holding her breath and hoping the poor man will fall back into full unconsciousness but like always life prefers to not go her way as his eyes slowly open to blearily stare up at her.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.” She says turning her face away from him but not doing anything about how her hands are still resting in his hair, a blush covering her face in utter embarrassment. She can feel Vax’s body move with his silent chuckles causing her to puff out her cheeks in embarrassment and feigned annoyance.
“It’s alright. Nothing interesting happen so far I take it?” His voice is raspy with sleep, if Keyleth’s face could get any redder it would. Vax shuffles a little but doesn’t move off her lap, her hands going back to playing with his hair, his soft hum of approval reaching her ears like a dove song.
“No, not really. But you really should go back to sleep.” She softly tells him now looking down at him and meeting his eyes. A small shy smile crawls upon her face which he returns with his sleepy smile causing her to chuckle softly.
Calm moments like these are so rare and even during them she usually feels an underline of fear but as Vax lets himself fall asleep again she can’t help but feel at peace.
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@atrocitahs asked; you're so terrified of your own emotions.
star wars - empire strikes back prompts
Was that the word he was searching for? If it was the case, he didn't bother to say anything to confirm it, freely letting Ramsey stamp a label on the same feelings that he had become known for ignoring, treated as though they were an inconsequential element of his life. Having a heart had nearly destroyed him, once, emotions that although starved and neglected, continued to simmer beneath the surface of his pointed glare, unresolved and unacknowledged. Rejected out of sheer fear for what would happen, should he allow himself to embrace them again.
"It's more... complicated than that." His way of saying that she was partially correct. But, Miguel had yet to come across a problem that -- barring a few exceptions - he couldn't eventually solve, a fact that filled him with much needed certainty the longer the spotlight centred on his habit of dodging any attempts to address his emotional vulnerability. "That's all I'm willing to say on the matter."
#atrocitahs#verse; trasnaigh an rubaicón#answered prompt#oh man i am absolutely posting the song i was listening to when writing this#it's heavy but it fits the vibe of this. i think.
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Milestones
Anonymous asked:
Aelin and Rowan are woken up by their toddler girl all excited telling how she "peed like a boy, like daddy"
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I saw this and I started laughing so hard so I had to write something.
It’s very short and I hope fun too.
757 words of hopefully decent rowaelin domestic fluff with their daughter.
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MILESTONES
Rowan and Aelin had soon learned the true beauty of at least seven hours of sleep. Their daughter Maya was four and she was finally adapting to sleep throughout the night. Maya had always been a restless kids and they had spent a lot of sleepless nights. Now she was becoming a big girl and her visits to the big people bed had diminished.
Her parents did not mind to have her in their bed, problem was, Maya never came alone. Depending on the night, she might take between one and three soft toy, making the bed crowded. Rowan did not mind. It had taken them so long to get their daughter that he would accept anything. She was his world together with his wife. Sleep was secondary.
When the crowding got bad, he had started to pull Maya on his chest and his daughter loved to fall asleep on her father while his arms cradled her and Aelin tucked at his side. On occasion, Aelin would wrap her arm too, if she was awake enough to notice the position.
That night though Maya had stayed in her bed and Rowan held his wife in his arms. He had briefly woken up and when he saw the time on his phone he cursed, pulled Aelin closer to him and tried hard to fall back in Morpheus’ arms.
He almost managed the feat when he heard sounds coming from the bathroom.
Maya had been potty trained for a very long time and knew that his daughter might get up and use the loo on her own. Nonetheless he kept his ears for any sounds that she might need help.
What he was not expecting was the sound of the pitter patter of her naked feet on the floor and the bedroom door to flung open.
“Dada, mama!” She ran and clumsily tried to climb on the bed and Rowan pulled her up.
In that instant Aelin groaned and woke up and sat beside her husband “What is it?”
“Why is the little tornado in bed with us?”
“Mama I peed like a boy. Like daddy.”
A huge toothless grin spread on her face and her green eyes shone in the faint light of the room.
“What do you mean you peed like daddy?”
“Up.”she lifted her arms in the air for emphasis.
Rowan looked at Aelin and then both started to move. He grabbed his daughter and only then he noticed a faint smell of urine on her pyjama.
Aelin was already in the bathroom and was laughing when he reached her.
Maya’s green potty lay beside the big toilet and around it a big puddle of pee.
Maya giggled “peed like dada. I am a big boy.”
Aelin was laughing hard. Maya had seen her cousin Aidan learning to pee like a boy once they were at Lys’ place. She had asked all of the uncomfortable question and Aelin had tried to explain her daughter about the different plumbing between girls and boys. She had then explained that her dad did it that way too.
“Yes you did, my love,” Aelin lifted her daughter in her arms “and you made a mess.” She then turned to her husband “next thing you might want to teach her to lower the toilet seat when she is done.”
Aelin went to her room and grabbed some clean clothes for the little girl while Rowan was cleaning up the mess “she just needs to get better at target practice,” he added with almost pride in his voice.
“Rowan, you boys have an appendix that should help stay on target and still miss…”
Her husband laughed hard while he stashed the mop away “Hey at least I remember to lower the seat.”
Aelin kissed him while she was changing Maya “Yes, you are a trained male. Took me a while…” then she smacked a kiss on Maya’s cheek “didn’t we Maya? We trained dada.”
“I peed up!” She exclaimed happily and they both realised that for their daughter had been a fun little adventure.
“That you did, you are a grown up girl and maybe we can start use the big potty? Like mum and dad?”
The little girl smiled happily, feeling important all of a sudden.
Rowan took her in his arms “Come, tomorrow you can tell grampa that you peed like him.”
They walked back to their room and carried Maya with them, placing the girl in-between. She was asleep very quickly and in the darkness of the night Rowan and Aelin kept giggling.
“Our little weirdo…”
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Broly picks up Gabriel and hangs him on a hook before going to steal more lemons from the city while Mig is out.
The look of sheer! Horror! on his face says it all -- as does the impressively loud shriek that rushes up from the deepest depths of his insides as the gigantic alien's hand reaches out to grab the collar of his shirt. Before this, an attempt had been made to escape, only to fall flat -- literally -- when Gabriel, in his hurry to get away, tripped over his own feet, destined for injury.
Spared from an embarrassing faceplant by Broly's grasp, the hacker struggles, flailing both his arms and legs, but it was no use. The Saiyan's hold was as unyielding as his reach was long, meaning that, against Gabe's wishes, he is left to dangle from a wall hook, some three to five feet above the ground. With no other objects within range -- and energies dwindling fast -- he soon abandons any efforts to escape, and instead shifts gears to a stance more closely associated with complaining.
"Seriously?! This AGAIN!? Have you nothin' better to do when Miguel's away!?" Or off in another dimension. Hard to tell these days, but it did nothing to save the situation; with his brother unaccounted for, it once more fell to Gabe to try and keep the Saiyan out of trouble.
"L-- Look, man! If you want lemons that shockin' much, I might... know a guy. A supplier from an Indy settlement. He... he's got a lemon orchard -- now... pleeeease let me down... and I can show ya how to get there! You'll find ALL the lemons that you could potentially want, there!"
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