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sickuma · 10 months

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ORPHIC — A Simon Riley fic.

❱ This is a longer version of the au I posted on tiktok ^^ I do apologize for the repetitive use of some words. I'm working on expanding my vocabulary! Your kind word means a lot to me, especially the readers on tiktok, you guys mean a lot to me ! ꜝ？This fic may contain heavy topics such as death, depression and melt-downs, if any of those are not to your liking. Please do so exit the fic. Angst warning!

the fic is unedited, grammatical/spelling errors may be found!

➴ SYNOPSIS — On a particular mission, you and your lover finds each other fatally injured. With a promise to meet each other again on your next life, you held each other as the explosion erupted. Only for him to wake up the next day, without you.

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ORPHIC — (n.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.

"[name]?!"

He frantically called, dropping the weapons he held to take a good look at your figure who collapsed on the floor.

The mission had been awfully longer than they anticipated, by the time the third hour arrived, you and Ghost already had fatal wounds.

He hardly swallowed, feeling his throat dry.

He would rarely call you by your actual name. Ghost always abide by the rules, lover or not, he called you by your callsign through the battles you fought with together,

This one, however, happens to be an exception.

Your panting chest, bloody body, and exhausted expressions stated so.

He knew, you knew.

He was only grateful you were with him.

The physical pain had caught up to him, he sat beside you. Taking your dainty form close to his, holding you close to him. You could hear his heartbeat,

They were oddly calm.

"Lieutenant—"

"Simon. It's your Simon."

He mumbled, taking your hands in his. Clasping them together gently,

You gasped for air, though in his arms it felt as if you could still conquer ten groups of syndicate. He held you so gently, so protectively. You swallowed,

"Simon?"

"mm?"

"I hope I loved you enough in this lifetime."

You could hear his breathy chuckle, the rasp in his voice another proof of his exhaustion.

"You're rushing, doll, we are still at the part where we reminisce about the memories yea?"

You smiled at his words, disregarding the growing pain on your abdomen. You noticed his own body, the scars and blood covered your lovers figure, You knew it was inevitable.

Without mentioning anything about your wilting bodies, you smiled up at him.

"We haven't lived enough yet." You spoke.

"Indeed,"

"We'll just have to meet in our next one and make the most of what we missed in this one."

Your smile grew, "I didn't know you believed in reincarnation, Si."

"For you, I will. This life failed us," He spoke with weak determination, "This isn't our end, [name].

I'll find you just as I did before."

With one final kiss, he held your body tighter to his. Covering your ears as protection for the upcoming explosion, as he whispered sweet nothings,

"If I'm as grumpy in our next life, Please find it in you to be as patient as you are to me in this one. I love you, [name], see you there alright?"

It wasn't long until a blinding explosion defeaned both of your ears, the noise was much bearable for you as he covered your ears tightly. Pressing your body close to his, Well it is the last thing he did, love you and hold you til you both accepted the inevitable fate you've been bestowed.

At his very last moments, he held you tight.

﹑

"I'll find you in our next life."

﹑

"See you there, alright?"

﹑

"Love me just as much as you did on this one."

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Soon after the final explosion, Price made sure to clear the place. The eerie silence of Ghost's nonexistent callouts haunted him, along with the walkie he found which belonged to you.

He knew there was one answer, but he had a tiny speck of hope. You and Ghost never failed them, it was this life that had failed you countless times.

"Captain, it's been hours, it's just—let's try to be realistic. There's no way Lieutenant would be so quiet unless he—"

"Have trust in them. They're both strong."

As the two discussed whatever conclusions were the most possible, Gaz had found himself in a particularly secluded room. It was wrecked, obvious that the explosion did not spare it,

"Cap.. captain, you might want to see this."

With hitched breaths, the three of them stared at what the room unfolds.

His arms wrapped around you protectively, dried blood covered the two of you as you held each other. The sight pinched the soldiers heart, how could such a tragic sight depict so much love?

The two of you laid, almost showing no signs of life. Price had to drop his equipment, staring at the sight and taking in the vulnerability and acceptance you both showed,

"They held each other." Soap mumbled,

"Tightly." Gaz whispered, staring at the grip your cold hands had on ghosts arms that wrapped around you lovingly.

Price found himself approaching the two, with a heavy heart. He checked for a sign of life—anything—holding your pulse first,

Nothing.

"They're gone."

He whispered, the silence of the room almost suffocating the room. None of them had yet broken down, though they felt as if their knees would give out. Price reached for Ghost's after checking yours,

Eyes widening as he frantically double checked Ghost,

"There's—He's still breathing."

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By the time evac had arrived, Price had known it was far too late to save both. He knew this was now their reality. As he sat outside the room where Ghost lay unconscious, completely unaware of the world he’ll wake up to, unaware that he’d live to see that his lover is now gone.

Price felt his stiff heart ache as the thought of them accepting the inevitable death whilst in the arms of each other. How could the two of you receive such a cruel end? Not only were you separated, you had passed thinking you remained in the arms of your love,

He also knew you would hold no grudge if you find out that Ghost had survived the tragic explosion, Price could imagine the gentle smile on your lips while saying ‘I know he will, he’s always been tough.’

He closed his eyes shut, holding his head as he rested his arms on his weak knees, “how the hell am i supposed to tell him.” standing up to return to his station, looking at the window to see Ghost’s resting figure.

As days went by, Price had to argue with people to push further the funeral. It can’t happen yet, not without ghost. He knew he could only delay it for a few more days. He had faith in his comrade, but at the same time that hope easily withers as days pass them by like a blur.

“Captain if we don’t proceed with the funeral, [name]’s body, it’ll—”

“We have to wait for him.” he interjected sternly, glaring at the soldier, “we have to.”

He knew his logic had given out in favour of his emotions, he can't bring himself to betray simon. Not when he's already been through so much, he'd already lost the person he cared for the most, He just can't do this to him.

“Captain the body, they're doing everything they can to help preserve [name]. But if this keeps on, the body will decay completely! Do you think the lieutenant would be delighted to see the person he loves rotting? He wouldn't—I'm sorry captain. This needs to be done, with or without him.”

Price grimaced, the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he closed his eyes shut. He pinched the bridge of his nose, before nodding with a heavy heart.

“Very well.”

“Proceed with the funeral.”

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“Si, have I told you how much I love your eyes?”

“‘Mm? Yeah, all the time, doll.”

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. You loved the way his eyes squint whenever he’d smile, even the slightest smile he shows, you loved it every single time.

“I love looking at them, they look really pretty.”

“You think so?” He asks, caressing your face.

“I know so. I want them to be the last things I admire before I pass away.”

His eyes weakly fluttered open, his breaths shallow but much more stable than before. He’d woken up certain that he’ll turn to see your peaceful face, away from the wars, away from the scars of the battles you both conquered, he knew and was certain he’ll turn to his side to see you peacefully resting with him after the turmoil you've both overcome, as proven of the light that blinded him when his eyes fluttered open,

As soon as his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he sat up with a relieved sigh. Turning to his side, prepared to caress your soft skin.

His breath hitched.

You weren't there.

You weren't anywhere near his proximity. Where are you? He finds himself sitting on an empty hospital bed with nothing but his dumbfounded state. He looked around, observing the place with a tired frown. He felt rage. Why is a dextrose connected to him? That was where your hand rested before the explosion killed the both of you,

..right?

“[name]?”

He whispered, standing up, ignoring the piercing pain he felt all over his body. Pulling the dextrose and removing it from his arm roughly,

Why is he breathing? Why is he alive?

“Hell, what is this?”

No. no no no no no no no.

He stormed out of the room, uncaring about the strange looks thrown towards him as he opened each and every room of the hospital. Panic surging through his body, he won't accept it, he won't. You've gotta be inside one of these god forsaken rooms,

Shocked screams and gasps were heard by every door he opened, abruptly interrupting the patients as he searched for those particular eyes. That particular person he needs. He was determined. In one of these rooms, you would be laying down on the bed, resting, waiting for him.

If he’d survived, you surely did, too.

He won't live otherwise, not without you. And so he continued barging inside rooms, panting and grumbling to himself everytime a different pair of eyes looks at him in terror, they weren't your eyes, you wouldn't have looked at him with a petrified expression, you would look at him with a smile,

Like you always do.

You open your arms and wait for him to close the distance and embrace you, pressing your bodies tightly against each other like he did the night of the explosion.

“Lieutenant!”

Price’s voice rang through the silent hallways, with workers of the hospital frantically following the two of them, “what are you doing simon—”

“Where are they?”

“Where is [name]?!”

He angrily snapped, voice strained with venom as he started to feel himself fall into a hysteria.

“Where’s my [name], john?” he repeats, this time weaker. Desperate for answers, desperate for your whereabouts, desperate for you.

“Simon, let's calm down. Let's go back to the room and talk.” Price tried to calm him, slowly making his way towards his friend, aiming to take him back and avoid him from causing another scene.

“No.” he shakes his head in disbelief, tears brimming on the verge of falling, “tell me where they are.”

Price felt his heart sunk, he'd never seen the hard-headed ghost look so vulnerable and desperate. “Simon, come on let's go.”

“Price. Where's my [name]?”

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“They're gone.”

Price had managed to pull the hysteric Simon back into his room and sat him down on the bed despite his protest and cries. The sight crushed price’s heart,

“No.” ghost protests, “they're most certainly not.”

Price looked down, sitting himself down as well. Unable to take the lump suffocating on his throat. Ghost’s voice destroyed him, and he bet it would crush your soul to see your lover ask so desperately for you.

“When evac came, [name]’s already dead. It was too late, Simon, I'm sorry.”

“Then why!?”

Price looked up at Simon's sudden question, “why the hell did you think i wished to live if it was too late for [name]?!”

“Why did you have to save me, price?” he weakly stood up, looking down at price as tears fell down his eyes. They were tears of rage and grief—tears that he had rarely shown anyone but you.

“Saving me knowing I'll wake up without my [name], what did you— what did the lot of you think? Now tell me,

Tell me what ill do, tell me price, what the fuck should i do?”

He cried, weeping his unfeeling heart out. He can't feel anything, none worth mentioning—the hurt of losing you plagued his heart,

“I can't, price, I can't do this.”

“Send me out there, make me fight those syndicates, have me tortured for months but not this—not this, i beg you. Don't make me live without [name]. Don't do this to me.”

Price felt his own tears pool his eyes, he couldn't take it. Not when Ghost stared at him with contempt and helplessness.

“Take me back to [name].”

“Please.”

Without you, there was nothing else left for him. Without you, he wouldn't wake up looking forward to meeting those eyes that once looked at him with adoration. Without you, he wouldn't feel that extraordinary love you had saved only for him. Without you, he won't feel. Without you, he is nothing at all.

Nothing but a breathing piece of sorrow revived to a body which was once happy with you.

Without you he's simply nothing.

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jamespottersdaisy · 11 months

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Sweet Nothing

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more."

To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it.

based on a request

content- fluff, sickness, hurt/comfort?, established relationship.

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author's note- this is actually several blurbs put into one fic, no use of y/n, english is not my first language so beware <3

You feel a hand on your lower back, guiding you through the throng in the Quidditch Pitch to the castle. Raising your head, your eyes catch Remus's soft but rapt expression. His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes opting for the best way to get you from the packed crowd with the least malaise.

You don't bother to speak; most probably, he won't hear you. Hell, you don't even hear your own thoughts in all this ruckus. However, you would always hear his calm and tender tone.

"This way, dove."

You let your body comply with his hand on your back.

"You guys are a menace," your disapproving timbre curls up his lips into a subtle smile, one that he tries to hide from you. "And I don't believe for a second that you had nothing to do with this."

He chuckles, his brown eyes catching yours for a moment. "I was with you the whole time, wasn't I?"

"They're not brilliant enough to think of a way of hexing the whole–" Your words are cut off when Remus pulls you to his right. You stumble from the sudden shove, feeling his tight grip on your arms.

You see a group of brooms whooshing from where you were standing only seconds before. "What are they doing?"

"Bastards," Remus mutters, agitated that they almost knocked you out.

"Your fault. You shouldn't have given them a reason to celebrate."

You know you are wrong; of course, the Gryffindor players would celebrate with or without the Marauder's prank on the opposite team. However, a little compunction wouldn't hurt.

"It's not my fault that I'm a mastermind," Remus grins, pulling you closer by the waist. You can hear the cheerful shouts and music from afar, knowing that James is probably capering around, frisking on Sirius or Peter.

"Should we go and celebrate with them?" you ask Remus, even though you despise the hubbub, everyone pushing and pulling others, stumbling to one another, hurting each other's toes. Who needs that? You can very well express your cheers in the common room celebrations. And Remus knows you well enough.

"No, we'll see them in the common room," he says, holding your hand tightly. "Are you hungry?"

"We just ate."

"Do you want snacks? I can get some from the kitchens if you do."

You chuckle at his tone, so soft but also pampering you. "Are you hungry? You certainly sound like you want something to eat."

"You?"

"Remus!" you elbow him, blush painting your cheeks. He laughs, a sound that manages to flutter chords in your heart no matter how many times you hear it. He brings your hand–which is entangled between his fingers– to his lips and places a tender peck on it.

"I'll bring you some chocolate from the kitchens."

That is how you know he craves chocolate.

"You two should break up."

"Come again?"

"I said, break up for a day, you're making Prongs sad," Sirius repeats shamelessly at you, going through a cookie bowl.

Remus is ambling down the stairs with a book in his hand. A book which he uses to smack Sirius on the head. He winces, scowling at your boyfriend.

"Prongs being sad is none of our business."

You let Remus sit on the sofa and put your head on his lap. Under a mere second, another hand, belonging to James, plunges into the bowl.

"No matter what I do, Evans won't go out with me on Valentine's Day," he continues to inspect every cookie meticulously, looking for the right one. Your heart aches at the sight, and you decide that enough is enough. You snatch the bowl under his hand and lay back on Remus's lap with the cookies on your stomach. Remus smiles at the sight of you, his hand roaming through your hair.

"Stop sampling the cookies with your filthy fingers."

"They're my only comfort. Give them back," James attacks, ready to grab the bowl back, but Remus's hands stop him. He playfully swats James's hand away from the bowl.

"She's eating them."

You grin at James, visibly smug about your boyfriend's demeanour. "I am eating them, Potter."

"You haven't touched them since Peter brought them from the kitchens."

"I will eat them, Potter."

You don't comprehend what happens next, or you simply don't remember. Maybe James groans and leaves your side, or Sirius starts teasing you again. Who knows? You just feel Remus's fingers tousling between strands of your hair.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, a tiny smile adorning your lips.

"Braiding your hair," he drawls, his eyes glancing at your lips before averting back to your hair.

"You know how to braid?"

Remus chuckles, shaking his head. "No, but I'm learning right now."

"By ruffling my hair?"

"I'm not ruffling, dove. I'm braiding."

"No, you're definitely ruffling. I can feel it."

"I'll comb them later tonight. Sounds good?" you smirk at his raised eyebrows, hearing your heart singing. Moments like this are what soothe your worries and take away the weight on your shoulders for that week. His quiet whispers and tender touch, adoring tone and smiling eyes always manage to find their path to your heart, warming it in an instant.

"Will you also bring me milk and kiss me goodnight?"

He smiles, bringing one hand to your chin. His thumb caresses the skin and journeys to your lips.

"If that's what you want."

You roll your eyes at him, taking his hand from your face in your hand. You start to fiddle with his fingers, oblivious of the beam in his countenance. You love playing with Remus's hand. They are larger than yours, as Remus enjoys pointing out with every chance he gets, but also so soft.

Your eyes forcefully move from your intertwined hands to Remus's brown eyes. In a few seconds, your mind feels his finger resting under your chin. You gaze at him with confusion and affection as he leans in and puts his lips before yours. He doesn't kiss you, merely placing his lips inches away from yours. You know he is waiting for you.

You smile for a moment, your warm breath hitting his lips. You know it puts him on the edge when you josh him, his breathing getting heavier, the black in his eyes widening.

But you relish it more than anything.

"Don't tease, dove," he whispers, and you can feel the anticipation in his tone.

You giggle, your smile growing against his, your fingers running through the hair on his neck. You don't torture him any more, crashing your lips to his. You let out an amused breath when you feel Remus return the kiss in a second, his hands wandering your body.

No matter how long you've been together or how many times he has kissed your lips, it is the same feeling every time. The burn in your core, the desire for more and the joy of his touch. You are too familiar with all these sensations, and yet you welcome them every time with a smile on your face.

"Get a room!"

You are familiar with Sirius's shriek, too.

Your throat burns with pain, your nose itching with an urge to sneeze, which never comes. You know for sure that you look terrible in your bed, with dishevelled hair, a red nose and swollen eyes. However, all this doesn't seem to phase Remus even a bit.

"You're a mule."

He is annoyed and maybe slightly worried. His eyebrows are furrowed, and displeasure has gained a seat on his visage. He is staring at you with irritated eyes and a scowl beside your bed.

"And you're rude," you say, barely managing to raise your voice from a whisper. It's not your fault that your throat hurts when you talk.

"Dove, let's just go to Madam Pomfrey."

"For a cold?"

Remus groans, sitting next to you. He puts one hand on your right thigh before speaking again.

"You'll have a fever if you keep up like this."

"I'm fine, stop worrying," you say, even though you're happy that he does.

You're happy that he worries for you and cares for you. You're happy that he never leaves your side or your hand. You're happy that even though he rarely uses the words, he still manages to tell you he loves you with actions.

You don't need to hear it. You never need to hear it; Remus makes sure that you can feel it.

"You know I can't do that," he shakes his head, persistent with his efforts. "And you know I can't take care of you all by myself."

You chuckle at his words. For the last seven hours, he's been bringing you warm soup, making sure you're hydrated enough, and he hasn't let you stand up for even a second.

"You've done well so far," you smile despite the ache in your temples. "Remus, it's just cold. I'll be fine in the morning, especially with your pampering."

You don't see the point in visiting the hospital wing for a seasonal cold; it seems like overreacting. Remus, on the other hand, seems distraught seeing you in pain. He doesn't want to agree; you can see it on his face, but he agrees anyway.

"It would help if you took a warm shower, you know."

You smile at him, knowing damn well that he wouldn't let you get on your feet without his help.

"Maybe."

Remus nods several times, immediately rising to his feet. "I'll run a shower for you."

You watch him sprint to the bathroom, and the next thing you hear is the water running. You are lucky that your roommates are not in your dorm room today. Or maybe you're unlucky that you got sick on Saturday.

You slowly start getting out of bed, your head throbbing. Remus comes back and helps you get to the bathroom. In reality, he merely follows you from place to place, as you're perfectly capable of walking.

"You're acting like I'm a toddler," you laugh at his concern, which earns you a frown.

"You are a toddler. Why else would you refuse to go to the hospital wing?"

"Because I'm fine," you grin, getting out of your clothes. Remus watches you, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. "If you're waiting for me to ask you to join me, I'm not gonna do that."

He smirks at your tone, pushing himself off the doorframe. "I'll be there if you need me."

He leaves you alone, and you let hot water embrace your bare skin. By the end of the shower, you feel lighter and better, happy that your headache has eased a bit.

Remus waits for you in the room, and you notice that he has brought you another soup.

"How many times do I have to drink that?"

"Enough times for you to get better," he pushes the blanket on top of you when you lay down on the bed. "Cooperate a bit."

He takes the soup bowl in his hand and lifts the spoon. You grimace at the steam rising from the spoon.

"I'd rather not drink–"

"Open wide, the train is coming," he pushes the spoon to your lips.

"Remus!" you pull your head backwards, laughing involuntarily. "It's hot!"

"You haven't even tasted it."

"I can see from the steam."

"Fine," he groans, huffing at the spoon. "It's good now, come on."

Now that you're out of the excuses, you comply with him. Still, you pull a face when your tongue meets with the soup, albeit it is delicious.

"It can't be that disgusting, dove."

"It is," you lie when Remus offers you another spoon, a bit of liquid dripping from your lips to your chin.

"Let me see," he says, and before you can deny it, his lips are already on yours.

You let out a disapproving sound from deep in your throat, even though your stomach tingles at the feeling of Remus's soft lips on yours. He pulls back an inch, but still close enough for you to feel his warm breath.

"It was delicious," he mocks. "Liar."

"You're gonna be sick, baby," you whisper, your lips smiling a bit.

He kisses you again, this time quicker and shorter than before. "You'll take care of me."

And you will take care of him the next morning because he definitely will be sick.

You don't feel your legs, nor do you remember how you got to the castle yard. You're in a trance, unable to hear or feel anything as you stride to a distant tree that will provide you solidarity. Anything except the suffocating weight in your lungs and the burning urge in your throat. You want to cry. You want to drop to your knees and wail, letting tears pour down your eyes, allowing the agony to leave your heart with your every cry.

But you don't cry.

You don't cry until you know you are alone. You don't cry until you are sure that no one can see you, no one can hear you. You don't cry until you are sure that you are out of everyone's sight who will pity you if they see your tears.

It feels too much. You feel too much. You feel too much, but you don't feel enough. You never feel enough.

You run, but you never flee. You swim, but you drown. You smile, but you cry.

The moment you see the tree, your legs give in. You fall to the ground, a cry leaving your lips. You don't scream, you don't wail. You simply welcome the tears as you sit on the ground, pulling your knees to yourself.

Your mind echoes each and every word that pulls you too deep into the ocean.

"I expected more from you."

You thought you did enough.

"It's your fault."

You thought you did the right thing.

"You'll do better next time."

You thought you did better this time.

You hear your pained sob, pitying yourself. Your nails dig into your skin hard enough to leave a mark. You want to leave a mark. You want to feel something, something other than the pain burning inside your chest.

"Dove?"

You whine at your lover's voice, so soft and tender, afraid to startle you. You don't question how he has found you. Somehow he always does.

"Go away, Remus," your tone sounds weaker than you expect, full of agony and desperation. You don't look at his face; you don't look anywhere but your hands.

You don't want him to see your red eyes, tear-stained face and shaking hands. You don't want him to hear your heavy sobs and breathless cries. You don't want him to pity you.

"No," he sits next to you, still a bit hesitant to touch you. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Go away," you cry, "please."

"I am not going anywhere, dove," he shakes his head, his eyes glancing at your hands. He knows it may backfire, and he knows you may draw up your walls even higher, but he takes the risk. He puts his hand on yours, parting your nails from your skin.

You scrunch up your face when he kisses the skin where your nails dig deep, ready to burst into tears once more. You lower your head, refusing to let him see your pain.

He doesn't let you.

"Talk to me," he pleads, holding your hand close to him. "I hate seeing you cry."

Of course, he does, you think. Why would anyone want to put up with your bawling? Why would anyone want to put up with you?

You can feel the hatred poisoning your veins, darkening the light in your heart. You know this hatred, this darkness. You know who it is aimed at. You are too familiar with its burn. You know it is going to mock your weakness and insult your very being because you know you feel that hatred for none other than yourself.

When you talk, you want to drown your voice just to never hear it again.

"I'm sorry."

You don't see Remus's confused face. You don't feel his bafflement. You only hear his loving pitying tone.

"For what?" he asks and doesn't wait for your reply. "Dove, come here."

You despise your body for betraying your mind. You abhor your heart for betraying your will. You hate your frailty when it comes to Remus.

You let him hold you close to his chest, sobbing into his touch. His hands caress your hair, his lips leaving kisses on your temple as comfort. Your body trembles under his affection, the tears staining his shirt.

"It's alright. You're alright," his tone hugs the scarred part of your soul. "I'm here."

"I'm sorry, Remus, I'm sorry–"

"What for, dove? You have nothing to be sorry about," he cuts you off, feeling that you're spiralling. "Tell me what's wrong. Tell me, we'll fix it together, yeah?"

You shake your head, clinging closer to his chest. This is the part you hate most. The part where the words line up against your tongue but don't know how to get out. Your feelings mock you, and you're afraid that if you talk, he will mock you, too.

Remus knows you. He has learned you well enough to know that you are struggling. He strokes your back, encouraging you to speak.

"Come on, dove. You'll feel better," he kisses your hair.

"No, I- It's not.." you mumble something between your sobs, and Remus tries so hard to understand you. He waits, patiently giving you the time you need to organise your thoughts, all while embracing you tightly.

"It's alright. Take your time."

You inhale a deep but shaky breath, your chest trembling from all the hiccups. You wish to speak, to share your pain with your lover, but it's just too heavy. So heavy that letters are like a burden to your tongue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you don't know you're crying again until you feel teardrops on your hand. "I can't. This is it. This is all I got. It's not enough, I'm not enough."

"Hey, hey, hey," Remus pulls away, taking your face in his hands. "You're more than enough."

"No, no, I-I can't…I can't do better. I need to do better, I have to do better–"

Remus doesn't understand what you're talking about; your words don't make sense to him. All he knows is that your every tear is like a knife to his heart, your every sob is like a hit in the gut, and your every word is like a storm hitting his mind.

"You don't have to do anything. You're doing enough," he says, his heart clenching in pain at the sight of you. "Listen to me."

He puts his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. "Listen to me, dove."

He waits for you. He waits until your breathing calms down, your tears slow down, and your body stops shaking. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent.

"You're enough for me," he whispers, his hands still caressing your body. "I love you, and you're enough for me."

You feel the burn in your chest at ease, the burden in your tongue walking away. You feel your tears come to a halt, your soul finding comfort in his words.

"I love you, too," you whisper back.

"Then talk to me, and let me help you."

So, you talk. You tell him every word in your mind, every pain in your heart and every burden in your soul. You know he can't possibly solve all your problems or take away all your pain, but what he can do is always let you know he loves you, whether with his words or his actions.

I love Remus, I wish men were real.

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Risk It All Part 5/6

This chapter 😫

Reader gets pregnant by Ruben. Although the two are not together Ruben promises to support her through the pregnancy, eventually letting reader stay with him until the child is born. (This fic includes alot of angst and serious topics)

Enjoy!

"Look at this one, isn't it cute?" You asked Ruben this, holding up a adorable little baby onesie. However, Ruben took one look at it and crinkled his nose. "Too pink." He muttered.

"Um, okay..." You put it back where you found it and followed Ruben down the aisle. It was a small shop in uptown Manchester that sold all the essentials for a newborn baby. You had begged Ruben to take you there for months and finally, on his day off, he did.

"How about this one?" You asked, holding up another onesie you found. It had patterns of baby elephants on them which you found lovely. Ruben however...

"Too blue." He grunted.

"Ruben?" You had enough of his foul mood. "If something is wrong just say it."

His eyes widened in suprise. "Y/N, I'm....I didn't mean to upset you."

"Well you did." You mumbled. "By not wanting to pick out any clothes for our baby."

He sighed, but stopped pushing the shopping cart, turning around to approch you. "I'm sorry okay." He pulled you in for a hug, tight and warm. Your arms barley reached around his waist. "Now, will you tell me what's bothering you?" You asked, because clearly something was.

"Nothing is bothering me. It's just that..."

"Yes?"

Your hug faded as he let you go. "It's just that..."

"Please Ruben, tell me."

He sighed once again. "The baby is due any day Y/N, and here I am off to training camp miles away from you."

It was true. Ruben and his team were leaving for a mid season training camp somwhere in Saudiarabia. However, you had no idea that he had doubts about going.

"Ruben." You said, in your most reassuring voice. "Yes, the doctors say that the baby is due any day. But that doesn't mean tomorrow or the day after that. It could be weeks from now and you're only leaving for a few days."

"Yes, I know but...." He pulled you in for another hug, this one even tighter. "I don't want to leave you alone."

"I won't be alone." You murmured into his shirt. You tiled your head up, resting your chin against the center of his torso. "Lina will be with me."

"Right, Lina..." Ruben hands went to each side of your face, cradling your head in his hands as he bent down to kiss your lips. He briefly pulled back, only to go in for another kiss and another, repeating the act until you giggled against his mouth. "I promise you Ruben, we'll be fine. You enjoy the training camp with your team."

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"So have you settled for any names yet?" Lina said, taking a swing of her glass of wine. She came by once a day to check on you whilst Ruben was away. She brought her own wine bottles since Ruben neither drank or kept any alcohol in the house.

"No, actually." You replied.

"No?"

"Ruben says It's bad luck."

"I bet he does." Lina chuckled. "Does he also make you drink those green smoothies every morning?"

"It's good for the baby." You blushed. But perhaps Ruben was a bit extravagant when it came to yours and the baby's general health. "At least he cares."

"You got me there." Lina said, putting down her glass. "I'll have to admit that I was wrong about him, he really does love you."

"I wouldn't say love." You mumbled, to which Lina frowned. "I mean he hasn't said those words exactly. I think it's more him, caring for me as the mother of his unborn child. He might not be as attached to me once she's born."

"So you have doubts?" Lina nodded, trying, but failing to judge you for it. She might have judged you less if she was aware of the agreement between you and Ruben, however Elena made you sign an NDA preventing you to tell anyone about it even long after the baby is born. "I just want what's best for my baby." You said indicating that she should drop the subject. Lina did so gladly as her phone buzzed, indicating that your food had arrived downstairs.

"Can I get it." You offered, since sitting still did nothing for your swollen feet.

"Sure thing hun, I'll start setting the table."

You made your way out of the apartment, moving slowly towards the elevator since your swollen belly prevented you from doing anything at a normal pace. You once told Ruben what a nightmare it would be to take the stairs down, to which he had responded by shrugging his shoulders, saying "Maybe I'll buy a house one day." It was sweet of him, to dream of a future life with you and the baby. You hadn't allowed yourself to that, simply because of the nature of your agreement and how your marriage to Ruben was practically arranged.

"Fuck." You sighed, with your back against the elevator wall as you stepped into it. You were drenched in sweat just from that short walk and your heart was beating fast. Pressing on the button to take you downstairs, you realized that there was water running down your legs, creating a puddle around your feet. "Oh no." You gasped. But just then the elevator doors closed and not as smooth as they were supposed to, but with a violent jerk. The lights then flicked on and off as the elevator felt like it was descending, slower than usual.

"Aaahhh."

You gritted your teeth with your hands resting on your belly. There was a sudden pain deep down in your abdomen and now you were sure that you were experiencing your first contraction.

"Somebody, help!" You shouted, however the elevator had gone dark and no longer moving.

"Hello, Y/N, is that you?"

It was Lina's voice, heard somewhere above your head.

"Yes. The elevator stopped and I think I'm having ahhhhhhh." You screamed as the pain hit once again, sharper than the previous one.

"Oh my god. Are you....did your water break?"

"YES!" You were on the floor now, withdrawn into a corner, a dark corner since you failed to see anything beyond the lights surrounding the elevator buttons.

"Shit. I think there's been a power outage." Lina's muffled up voice said. "The whole building is dark. But don't worry, I'll go get help. Just keep breathing."

You breathed and breathed but couldn't help but to feel the walls closing down on you. It was happening, it was really happening. You were going to give birth to your baby alone, with Ruben miles and miles away from you.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #ruben dias imagine #football angst

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strlingsav · 1 year

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Yo…your last fic was brutal. I had to stop and back up coz immediately after the smut was pain! No prefaces or even a segue on what’s about to happen. It choked me up with the suddenness of it all.

Smut..fluff..more smut..more fluff..MOTHERFUCKING PAIN!!! 🤯😱🫢😭😭😭

Please, please, please…bring him back. Give us fluff and butterflies. Maybe he can survive, just a damaged but is able to come home to reader, he can heal and with those injuries, maybe retire and live in peace with reader? Maybe even have a bun in the oven waiting for him? Just heal us pleaseeeee! Anything will do, please!! 😭😭😭

(But only if you’re willing, of course.)

Thank you for the love, the smut, and the shared pain (coz I’m sure that also hurt you too). Just..thanks. 💕

Ugh of course I'll indulge this bc one I love you for being so sweet and two because I'm an absolute whore for happy endings. 🥺🤍 The first is here.

Endings: Two

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Explicit/gory content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

"L.T.," A voice was hazy and distant in Simon's ear- miles away, but he could see the outline of a figure before him.

He didn't have the energy to respond. He wanted nothing more than to give in to his body's demand to sleep, to rest. The dopamine firing in his brain, coursing through his veins, kept him subdued, peaceful, even.

"Up you get, Sir." There was a short pause, followed by radio static, "We're on our way out, evac standby."

Simon grunted as he was lifted from the ground, the shift in his weight caused a growl to come from his swollen lips.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus. You look like hell."

Simon could register the voice, now. It was Johnny. The Sergeant had found him in the wreckage, he'd survived.

Simon could hardly muster a 'fuck off', settling for a haphazard groan of displeasure.

Simon carried on, regardless of the pain in his chest, in his thigh, the throbbing in his skull now making him fully aware of the injuries to his person.

"Need a medic down here!"

Simon felt his body transfer to a spineboard, not without a loud yowl of pain, watching his feet as he was carried toward another helicopter prepped for evac.

Soap jogged beside him, his hand helping carry Simon's weight. The fog hadn't yet lifted, still blurry and half-awake, Simon could hardly comprehend where he was headed.

"You'll be alright, Sir. We'll take care of ya. Hang on, wouldya?"

He was relieved and devastated at the same time. He'd already made his peace with dying, he'd agreed to the terms his body set, the serenity that had almost cradled him to his grave- but you, damn you, forced him to hold on. Damn you, for settling into his mind and making it your home. For being the only thing he could think of, rely on to keep him hopeful, as he was carried onto the helo.

—

You received the call while at home, nearly dropping the plate in your hands when you heard the Doctor on the other end tell you Simon had been admitted with traumatic injuries.

You drove to the hospital, disregarding every speed limit and stop sign, thrumming your fingers against the steering wheel impatiently at every red light, watching the road through blurry, swollen eyes.

When you'd made it through the maze of hallways, finally finding Simon, he was asleep. He was on a ventilator, his skull bandaged where they'd pieced it back together once the swelling had gone down.

His eyes had been taped shut after surgery to aid in the repair of the severed retina, a white cast over the broken femur he'd endured.

You hardly recognized him through the swelling on his face. He wasn't the same- not the strong, solid man you'd said goodbye to a month ago.

You were sure it was a joke, a prank he'd pulled to keep you on your toes, but that wasn't like him, and a month in, you knew it was your new reality. He was lucky to be alive- so the doctor said.

The extent of his injuries meant physical therapy, a lot of it. The idea made you cringe, if he ever woke up, he'd fight like hell against it.

Despite feeling so completely overjoyed that he'd made it this far, survived this much, there was a part of you that knew there was a long journey ahead. A journey that would mean sleepless nights, emotional support, physical support.

You were dreading it. It seeped into you, like a bird of prey, it dug its claws into you. It only got worse.

A cycle of grief and anger, missing him- his voice, his eyes- so badly your breath caught in your throat every time you looked at him, looked at the broken man lying helplessly in the hospital bed- but also resenting him for putting you in that position.

Turning you into a caretaker, the solid foundation for the both of you while you almost lost the most important man in your life.

You couldn't help but feel the guilt eating away at you- how fucked up it was to think of yourself during a time when Simon might never wake up.

But you persevered, pushed past the dread in the pit of your stomach, and waited at his bedside with sharp eyes.

Day and night, you'd settle in, sleeping with a thin throw-blanket you stole off the couch and an old pillow. You'd wear his T-shirts and sweaters, just for a hint of familiarity, a semblance of your old life, his smell.

You'd hold his hand, even when you knew he couldn't feel a damn thing. You'd talk to him, tell him about your day- regardless of the fact that he didn't hear you at all.

Most nights, you'd sob under the disguise of the heart monitor and thrum of the ventilator. You'd grieve the man you loved. Whether he was dead or not, he would never truly be Simon Riley again. You'd learn to love the new man he'd be, you were sure of it, but your heart had been caged in, trapped under the weight of his unrecognizable form.

He had woken up after a few months, to which you celebrated with vibrating happiness. You tried not to smother him with affection. Instead, you gave him his space as he took in his surroundings, began to somewhat understand what exactly had happened.

You sat down, reaching for Simon's hand, and you felt him squeeze down. For the first time in months, he'd responded to your touch.

You stared up at him, your eyes welling with tears, your heart racing in your chest, pounding against your rib cage. A tidal wave of relief washed over you.

"Baby," You whispered, moving closer, kneeling next to him. "Simon."

His voice was muffled, panic filling his eyes as he realized he had an E.T. tube down his throat. You kept him calm, calling for the nurses immediately, watching with worried eyes as they extubated him.

He coughed, settling back into bed as he turned his head to look at you. Then, he whispered your name. Strangled and hoarse, rough with phlegm.

You could feel a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath in, bowing your head to rest on his arm as your chest was racked with sobs. It was nearly impossible to control.

"God, Simon," You sniffled, your face tilting to look up at him. "Thank God," You cried, burying your face in his shoulder.

His doctor didn't want you to get your hopes up- he didn't want you clinging to the idea of Simon's recovery.

"We're not entirely certain what his brain function is like at this point, he'll need a CT. He may not ever remember his accident, and might even have trouble recognizing his surroundings." His doctor was resolute- harsh, not wanting to lead you on with false promises and hopeful ideations.

Your eyes had been swollen for months, and after finally coming to terms with his situation, they were dry and irritated.

You pursed your lips, entirely unsatisfied with the answer but defeated.

"Thank you," You forced a polite smile, turning on your heel, back to Simon's bed.

—

His physical therapy had been going well.

The cast had come off, and you finally recognized your boyfriend after the swelling went down. He was there, real, whole again- mostly.

You'd been woken up by his terrifying shouts and screams for help multiple times a night. It didn't subside, not until you wrapped your arms around him and quieted him down. You weren't sure if he knew, or if he wanted to hide behind the facade of sleep to save himself from embarrassment.

He had difficulty remembering the accident in its entirety, only remembering how difficult it was to move, to get up. He recalled the pain well, regardless of just how hard his body worked to keep him sedate. On the rare occasions he spoke about it, he'd never forget Soap. Never forget the voice he heard, urging him to stay awake, to get up.

You knew you couldn't thank Johnny enough, couldn't make it up to him in anyway that would equate to what he did for you and Simon. Anytime you brought it up, he'd shut you down, and Simon didn't speak about it either. Not unless provoked.

It was a memory he pushed down, as deep as he could, locking it away in the same vault where he kept every other long-living secret.

You knew better than to push him on it. You wanted to be there for him so badly, to tell him how happy you were that he was okay, alive, but you didn't. You gave him his space until he asked otherwise, which usually came in the form of a simple kiss, a hand on your waist, a quiet 'love you' when he passed by you.

You could never figure out why he'd suddenly started telling you he loved you more often, but you didn't question it.

—

When you missed your period, missed the cramps starting a few days before, the blinding headache at the start of the week, you realized your intimate exchange before his deployment may have had an unintended effect. Despite contraception, you had a feeling something was different- wrong.

You were pregnant. Two solid, indisputable red lines, staring you in the face. A happy face, on another, with a plus sign. It was real, concrete. Part of you didn't want to tell Simon- you wanted it to go away. But, against your judgment, you did.

It was late, finishing the day with a shower together as usual.

You were starting to show- not enough that he'd notice, especially not with the turmoil in his head. Though, while he scrubbed across the flesh of your stomach, a soapy loofa leaving bubbles and foam behind, the grin on his face when you stood on your toes to kiss him; it was the right time.

"I'm pregnant," You blurted out, your hands falling to your sides.

You avoided his gaze and silence fell between you, the running shower louder than ever, accompanied by your jugular pounding in your throat.

He looked shocked, confused, terrified- all in a series of minutes.

"Trust me, I know it's not ideal. It's not good timing. I know you're still healing and we're just getting things back together. I'm sorry."

He took a moment, his rough hand pressing against the small bulge in your stomach.

"How long have you known?" He asked.

"A few weeks." You swallowed.

"How far along?"

"Three months."

The tension was undeniable, holding your breath for the moment he told you he couldn't do it, didn't want it.

Instead, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"My kid's in there," He breathed, his arms squeezing you gently. "You're havin' a kid. We're havin' a kid."

You smiled softly against his shoulder. Now, you could be excited. You didn't have to feel guilty for holding it back, or for carrying another 'burden' inside you. You could celebrate. The baby, another milestone in your life with Simon, normalcy returning.

"We are," You breathed, leaning back to hold his face in your hands. "I love you," You said gently- a fact, a statement with every ounce of truth to it.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He'd tell you one day that during his accident, all he could think about was you- that he wanted to fight to be alive for you. But for now, he settled for telling you he loved you, every chance he got.

#cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod mwii #mwii #simon riley #strlingsavwrites #ghost x you #ask strlingsav

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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ohhhh i really like things like submission (sub!reader), omega!reader, some really light stuff like that, u know...? maybe with big boys like benkei, taiju, hanma, takeomi (💀), shinichiro and south 🥺🥺

Playing With The Big Boys (Part 1) : Keizo Arashi/ Takeomi Akashi/ Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader

an omegaverse! fic wherein the boys teach you a lesson and tame you in their own special way. Shuji Hanma, Shinichiro Sano and South Terano will be in part 2 along with anyone else you all want!

wc: 1k

tw: smut

masterlist

Keizo Arashi - Alpha

"Head up that hill."

Sweat pours down your back as you grumble, taking the fifty or so steps up the hill with only your water bottle to accompany you. Keizo is right behind you - probably to make sure that you don't turn around and take off - and his face is grim. "Being an Omega isn't all fun and games."

"I never said it was."

"Keep talking," Keizo grunts. "I'll make you go back down the trail and then come back up." You stifle your grumbling and continue up the steep incline, taking a drink of water every so often.

When you finally make it to the top, you're enclosed by a few tall trees, and the trail disappears entirely.

"What now?" you wonder, turning to face Keizo. The Alpha steps forward and takes your hips in his hands, smirking.

"Now, you get your reward for making it up here."

You never thought having sweaty, messy sex would be enjoyable, but the thrill of potentially being caught fucking your mate in the woods heightens your pleasure. Keizo dominates you from above, his balls slapping against your pussy while he drives into you. "Good girls get rewarded," he repeats, holding your wrists in one of his hands. "You like this, little Omega?"

You keen softly, angling your hips upward and meeting him thrust for thrust. "I'm gonna squirt," you hiss, and suddenly, the memory of all the water you'd consumed returns to you.

"Perfect," Keizo replies, picking up his speed. "Want you to squirt all over me, pretty girl." You can only hold out for so long before your release, shivering as your squirt drenches Keizo's lower half. Keizo grunts and coos at you, the sound adding to the sloppy sucking sounds of your pussy being entirely ruined by his cock. He cums a moment later, not wasting a single drop as he buries his cock inside you.

When your breath and sanity have returned, Keizo slowly unfurls himself from you but still lets his cock remain inside. "We'll wait for my knot to go down," he murmurs, huffing softly as he nuzzles your neck and kisses your lips. "You did so good for me. I'm proud of you."

Takeomi Akashi - Beta

Takeomi hates coming home tired. Work drains the life out of him, but it's even worse when he's looking forward to spending time with you but worn out from the day's events.

"You can't cancel our night again," you pout, eyebrows furrowed. "You hate being mated to me, don't you?" When you place your little hands on your hips, Takeomi wants to throw you over his shoulder and just ravage you - it's stupidly cute. But he doesn't even have the energy to do that.

"Baby, let's reschedule for--"

"No!" You storm off, going to your shared bedroom and slamming the door shut. When Takeomi finds the strength to approach the door, he finds it quite locked.

"Y/n," he grunts. "Open the door."

"No."

Takeomi sighs and rattles the doorknob. "You're acting like a child."

"That's fine." A long, pained groan comes from his throat, and Takeomi does the one thing he swore he'd never do. With a swift kick, he busts the door down and sees you huddled on the bed, your face still scrunched into a frown.

"You want date night?" Takeomi wonders, snatching the sheets off of you. "I'll give you date night." You're yanked to the edge of the bed by your legs, your mouth open to rebuke him, but you're quickly silenced by his hand slipping into your underwear. You don't fight back - you don't even seem to want to - when he fiddles with your clit, his fingers rubbing it just the way you like it.

Your face goes slack, and you relax into the mattress and spread your legs further. Takeomi takes your cue and slips a finger into your soaking wet cunt, swiftly adding another to accompany it. "Didn't tell me you're all worked up," Takeomi murmurs lustily in your ear.

"I just need you tonight," you whisper back, and Takeomi's tiredness dissipates. He pushes your underwear down around your ankles and flips your nightgown up. "Please, Omi..."

"Want me like this?" he asks, undoing his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. As he steps out of them, you nod, looking back into his green eyes and humming softly. "Okay, okay. I'll take care of you, yeah? I'll make sure you get what you need."

Taiju Shiba - Alpha

Taiju's growls are never soft or kind. They indicate possession, displeasure, or frustration. All of which he's experiencing right now.

You're against the wall as he sniffs you, his eyebrows pushed together as he susses out the other scents on your body. "Who have you been with today?" One of Taiju's hands snakes up to your neck, and you whimper at the feeling of his fingers against your skin.

"Just the girls and--"

"I smell another Alpha on you." You inhale sharply.

"No, I haven't been--"

Taiju's eyes look at you with curiosity. "No other alphas?"

"No, I swear it." Taiju's lips curl into a smile.

"I knew you'd be good for me." His hands roam over your bare legs and up to your skirt, where he carefully pushes your panties aside and strokes your slit. "Always so submissive and sweet. You'd never let another man touch you, hm?"

"Never," you affirm, parting your legs for him a little. He hooks a hand around your thigh and brings it up around his waist. Fingers dance around your clit and slip into your pussy eagerly, then curl against your soft spot.

Taiju is silent as he works you up for him, listening intently to your moans and pants with pleasure. And this is your perfect scenario: you, pressed against a wall while Taiju Shiba, pack Alpha, makes you cum over and over again.

"You're so loyal," the man whispers against your hair. "And so perfect for me."

"Tai," you pant, biting your bottom lip. "I'm gonna cum."

"Good," he replies, quickening his fingers and making you cry out. "Want you nice and wet for me when I fuck you."

"Tai, please," you whine, and he chuckles low in his throat, pressing his other hand against your throat a little more.

"I'll give you what you want," he whispers. "And then I'll breed you like the good girl you are."

#taiju shiba smut #taiju shiba #taiju shiba x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #arashi keizo x reader #keizo arashi x reader #keizo arashi #keizo arashi smut #tokyo revengers benkei #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi #takeomi akashi smut

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felixsramen · 9 months

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Yours Truly

This is part 20 to my Skz poly fic.

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Warnings: None

You have a feeling of who it is already. Seungmin and Minho look at you as you grab your phone. You see the caller id. 'Innie'. You wonder if you should pick up or not but before you know it your hand hits the accept button.

You bring the phone to your ear. "Y/N? Are you there? I'm so fucking sorry." He says and you wonder if you shouldn't have answered.

"Do you guys not like me?" Comes out of your mouth before you realize what you said. There's silence for a second and you wonder if he's going to answer.

"No. God no. Y/N we like you so much." I.N. says sounding guilty. "Hyunjin didn't mean what he said." You hear a door open over the phone and the sound of footsteps.

"Is that Y/N? Please let it be Y/N." You hear what sounds like Hyunjin say. "Yeah. It's Y/N." I.N. replies back.

"Hyunjin wants to talk to you. Do you want to talk to him?" I.N. asks you. You look over to Minho and Seungmin who don't say anything or give off that you should.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. "Yeah." You say softly and you hear the phone move around.

"Hello?" Hyunjin says almost unsure that you'd answer. "Hey." You say back and you hear Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief when he hears your voice.

"Fuck I'm so sorry. I know sorry won't fix anything but I'm so sorry. You deserve to be pissed or upset. I don't hold it against you. You're not just anyone you are one of us. I don't even know why I said that." Hyunjin says rambling on. You look over to Minho and Seungmin but they give you a small smile.

You sigh as Hyunjin continues on. "Hyunjin." You say softly and that shuts him up. "I'm not going to say it's okay. It's not but we miss you guys. I know it hasn't been that long but we miss you guys a lot." You say softly and you hear Hyunjin let out a soft sigh.

"God we miss you guys too. We miss you guys so much." He says back. He lets out a sigh of his own.

"This isn't to guilt trip you guys or anything. You don't have to come home. The boys don't want you to come home if you guys aren't ready and neither do I but Chan locked himself in his studio. He hasn't been out since the day you all left. He only comes out to eat or go to the bathroom." Hyunjin tells you and you can't help but worry about him.

"Don't feel guilty about it. Don't come home because I told you guys. Come home because you want to. Your own free will." He says finishing and you look to the boys sitting beside you. Seungmin reaches out a hand and takes yours in his.

"Jisung hasn't been sleeping well either though. We're all in our heads about it because we feel so guilty. I wanted you guys to know that though. It's not the same without you guys. We all want you guys home of course we do but not if you guys aren't ready to be home." He says telling you.

You nod as if he can see you. "We'll talk about it and decide." You tell him and he lets out a relieved sigh.

"Take your time. We miss you guys as much as you miss us. The door is unlocked and ready whenever you guys are. You all are our worlds okay?" He says wanting to make sure you knew.

"Okay. I'll talk to the boys." You tell him. Seungmin squeezes your hand reassuring you.

"Okay. I hope you guys sleep well." He tells you. "You guys too." You say softly.

You hang up and let out a breath you had no idea you were holding. Seungmin looks at you and smiles softly at you while Minho reaches across and rubs your back.

"How do you feel?" Minho asks and you sigh softly. "Better." You say and Seungmin rests his head on your shoulder.

"Good." Minho says and you sigh once more. "Chan locked himself in the studio. Apparently doesn't come out much. Jisung isn't sleeping well either." You say and Minho nods.

"Are you ready to see them?" Minho asks. "I'm not sure yet." You say and Seungmin and Minho nod.

"Hyunjin said he didn't want us back if we don't want to come so that makes me feel better." You say and they nod.

Seungmin lifts his head from your shoulder. "Yeah. They don't ever try to make us feel bad for things we do. They haven't ever really tried guilt tripping us either about stuff." Seungmin says and this time you nod.

"Are you guys ready to see them?" You ask and Seungmin and Minho shrug. "I don't know. I miss them of course. I love them a lot too but what they said about you is hard for me to even think about." Seungmin says and Minho nods.

"They said a lot of stuff that I'm not sure if I were you that I could forgive. I'm just imagining if it was myself." Minho says and you nod at his words.

You sigh and squeeze Seungmins hand gently. "Is it bad I miss them though?" You say and they both shake their head.

"Of course not. You've gotten close to all of us. We also miss you when you're away. It's no different than that." Seungmin says softly and you nod.

You nod placing your own head on Seungmins shoulder. "Thank you." You say softly.

"Don't thank us. We haven't done anything special." He says and you shake your head. "Thank you guys for sticking up for me." You say softly.

"Always will." Minho says softly.

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#poly skz #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Hi!!! I absolutely LOVE ur writings. Not sure if ur requests r open but do u mind if I request a spider noir x reader where they have a daughter together and one day when y/n walks in to check on noir and their daughter they see their daughter putting a bunch of makeup and accessories on him 😭😭😭 I think it would be so cute and funny!! I love the way you write spider noir btw, he’s my fav and ur fics are amazing!

HI ANON !! yep, my requests are open :DD sorry i'm super slow and easy to sidetrack though 😭😭😭BUT THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS AND IDEA !! I LIVE FOR DOMESTIC PETER PARKER AAAAAAAA @thecoolerdor i hope this is to your liking boo <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you trusted your husband peter with all your heart, so much so that you agreed to have a family with him. you could still remember that day when you announced to peter you were pregnant. oh, his little sequences of jumping up and down from happiness, the tears of irrefutable joy falling down from his eyes as he picked you up, spun you around and kissed you all over--his smile... oh, his charming, loving smile that you hoped your little one would have once it'd be born.

and nine months passed, nine wonderful, peaceful months passed, and your little bundle of joy was brought forth into the world; she was a girl. you could remember the moment when peter held your little girl in his arms--he choked on his own tears of love and unbridled joy, hearing her coos and her reaching for his glasses as he looked down at her with the brightest smile on his face.

"i promise you, my love... i'll keep both you and our daughter safe. i'd risk my life to see her grow up happily and normally. i... oh, i... i love you both so, so much." he said with a soft, genuine-sounding voice as he looked at you with glistening, teary eyes as his daughter grabbed hold of his glasses, and you both chuckled as tears came from both of your eyes, celebrating your new chapter in life as parents, as a family.

three years passed, and peter has since spoiled his little princess rotten. she has your hair, and his beautiful gray and brown eyes. she has his smile, which makes you melt when they both flash a smile; their dimples evident on their cheeks as the curves of their mouths become more prominent at the sides. peter's always loved his little girl more than anything and anyone. and of course, he always lets her know he's there for her; that daddy will protect her and keep her from feeling sad, hurt, or lonely, or anything bad. he's her light in the darkness, her superhero, literally and figuratively; he set the standard for her who a man should be in her life, and she loves him to bits.

you never felt jealous that your daughter preferred peter sometimes over you, you couldn't be, seeing as how, despite being spider man and a working man, he was always her father and he always delivered and did his job to the very best of his ability. though you trusted peter so much and believed in him, you were still worried if he knew what to do when you, the only one keeping the house together when peter's gone with no other adults in the house, would be gone for the whole day to run some errands.

"oh, you'll be out the whole day?" peter asked you as he held his daughter in his arms and sat her down on his lap as she played with her dolls. you nodded. "yeah, i have a lot on my plate today, i can finish them up by tonight." you explained. peter smiled up at you as you spoke. "that's okay, you gotta do what you gotta do." he said with a chuckle as he tickled his daughter, blowing a raspberry against her cheek, making her squeal and laugh, with you and peter laughing, too.

"are you sure you two will be okay while i'm gone...?" you asked with a concerned tone in your voice. peter smiled up at you and carried his daughter in his arms as he put a hand on your cheek. "hey... it'll be okay, we'll be okay. i'm peter parker, spider man, and i'm your husband, you don't have to worry. i can try doing what you do for a day and survive. at least i hope i can, but we'll be alright, love. i promise." he said as he leaned over to plant a sweet, soft kiss on your lips. you kissed him back, and it was in that kiss that you felt as though peter was emphasizing to you that he's got this, that you don't have to worry about a thing.

you pulled away soon and peter's hand found its way to your cheek again. "alright, then. i trust you." you said as you put your hand on the back of his that held your cheek, and you leaned over to kiss your daughter and say goodbye to her. "bah-bye! i wub you!" your daughter beamed with a flying kiss notion that you taught her, which made you and peter giggle at her cuteness.

they'll be okay. right?

you soon came home after 7 hours of running errands and buying groceries for dinner, thinking of your dear husband and darling daughter back at home. you headed home and opened the front door, all expectations of them being in the living room gone as they were nowhere downstairs. "peter? loves?" you called out for them as you put away your coat and kicked off your shoes by the entrance.

you climbed up the stairs where you heard faint giggling in your daughter's room and the air filled with high pitched laughter from your daughter and low chuckling from your husband. you smiled and sighed to yourself in relief as you entered the your daughter's room after knocking a few times. "loves?" you called for them as you peeked your head in through the door.

there, you bore witness to the sight of peter being slathered on with your makeup; your lipstick, mascara, blush, and eyeshadow were not spared. your necklace and earrings were on peter, dangling on him all lopsided. "oh, dearest!" peter called out with a crooked smile, with lipstick streaking down past his lips as he smiled up at you.

your daughter greeted you with a hug and asked you to come over and sit down at her little makeup parlor. you chuckled instead of getting mad, how could you when your daughter was so... talented at beautifying her own father?

you looked at peter as you sat down with him on the floor as your daughter took the rest of your makeup, with peter wrapping his hand around your waist and smirking at you. "don't i look absolutely irresistible, love?" he asked in a low voice as he adjusted his glasses and wink at you with the mismatched eyeshadow on his eyes and such exaggerated eyelashes from your mascara.

you couldn't stifle the laugh any longer, and out it came as you erupted in peals of laughter as you rested your head against peter's shoulder at how ridiculous he looked. peter chuckled low as he put his other hand under your chin. "i get it, you're wishing i could be as pretty as you..." he said as he leaned over and pressed a kiss on your lips, your lips now two different shades of lipstick as you kissed him back.

"i wish you just gave her crayons instead of my lipstick, but seeing you like this..." you said as you rested your hand on his chest as he leaned his head against yours. "it makes me remember just how much you love her, so willing to let her do anything with and to you, like a good father does." you said as you pulled him in for another kiss. your daughter soon came back to do your makeup now, and you pulled away from him, giggling still at how exaggeratedly beautiful he was like this.

a/n: THIS SHIT MELTING MY HEART FRRRRR

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #itsv imagines #itsv x reader #itsv x you #itsv x y/n

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aftgficrec · 8 months

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Any neil& aaron recs? Not with a relationship with them necessarily as endgame but something like triptych or the one where they're on the hunt for andrew (cant remember the name rip, but i love that one)

There are a good amount of fics for Neil and Aaron — their relationship is fertile ground to explore angst or growth! The stories run the gamut from mutual disdain to familial warmth, from bad or awkward situations to quests (like hunting for Andrew together in ‘I'm leaving this town…’), from friendship to lovers and even plain ol’ sexual experimentation (see ‘triptych’).

Though you weren’t keen on Neil/Aaron as a couple, you might enjoy ‘Every Sinner Has A Future.’ It’s friends to lovers and spends significant time developing their relationship. Find it and the fics you referenced among those featured below. -A

Neil & Aaron in situations/working together

Aaron & Neil stranded together here

Aaron & Neil stuck in a bad situation here

‘Calm down. I look a lot worse than I am.’ and ‘climb a mountain (hold his hand)’ here

‘they who made you/they made me too’ here

‘Identity Theft’ here

‘Apart from Your World (A Part of Mine)’ (selkies) here

‘The World Beneath Our Feet’ series here

‘Crossfire’ here

‘For You I'd Bleed Myself Dry’ here (updated)

‘If Neil, Then Fox’ here

Neil & Aaron relationship because of Andrew

Aaron & Neil rapprochement here

Aaron accepting andreil here

Aaron & Neil's talk at the cabin here

Neil meets the in-laws or foxes here

‘Did You Get What You Deserve?,’ ‘The Ash is in Our Clothes,’ and ‘common ground??’ here

‘Married To Annoy,’ ‘head case (what to do with you),’ and ‘AJMICKEY56's Fanfiction Palooza!’ chapters 2 and 82 here

‘Hold each other...ch 8: Time Does Things’ here

‘Muscle memory’ (completed) and ‘The Memories I Never Can Escape’ here

‘No More Fucks To Give’ here (updated)

‘Neil Fights the Foxes’ here

‘on the tip of my tongue (say something)’ parts 7 & 8 here

‘No straighter path than to struggle,’ ‘The Road Trip,’ and ‘An Olive Branch’ here

‘what even is baseball anyway’ and ‘Holding On and Letting Go’ here

‘Hold me close (in fact, bury me)’ here

‘a girl so bright she'll blind you’ here

Neil & Aaron friendship

Aaron & Neil = Andrew/Neil here

Neil & Aaron friendship 2 here

domestic fluff w/twinyards bonding + Neil & Aaron friendship here

the tumblr posts in Neil/Aaron or Neil & Aaron ask here

‘Make This Leap (Geronimo)’ here

‘Math, Exy and Middle Ground’ here

‘every piece of you, it just fits perfectly’ here

‘i just wanted you to know (this is me trying)’ here

‘togetherness’ here

‘More Than Words’ here (updated)

‘Ten Percent’ here

‘Tachycardia’ here; ‘Tachycardia (the My Own Soul's Warning Remix),’ ‘It's going tibia okay,’ and ‘What the fuck happened to you?’ here

‘Aaron is Neil’s doctor in the pros’ here

‘Shards of Glass’ here

‘Et tu, Doctor?’ here

‘Art Hoe’ here

‘Beach Bois’ here

‘just a footnote’ here

‘I'll Follow You’ here

‘Call the doctor ( I may need help)’ and ‘we're inside out’ here

‘Andrew Goes to Hogwarts’ series here

‘Minyards' Magical Mischief’ here

Neil/Aaron rarepair

Neil/Aaron or Neil & Aaron here

‘In The Forest (Burning Bright)’ here

‘Winter Banquet’ here

you may also like

new Katelyn/Aaron here

Katelyn & Neil friendship here

Katelyn & Neil as siblings/lookalikes here

Katelyn-centric hurt/comfort here

Aaron protective of Neil here

Neil mistakes Aaron for Andrew here

Andrew & Katelyn rapprochement here

‘the prettiest blue’ and ‘The Photo Strip Predicament’ here

‘Nor are we forgiven’ here

‘Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo)’ here

‘coming loose’ here

‘the roads I traveled with you’ here

‘One day we'll reveal the truth’ and ‘i'm getting static from my better sense’ here

‘you're not next before forever’ here (completed)

‘Before You Drown’ here

‘Five Years to the Day’ here

‘Twilight and Daytime’ here

‘Whispers in the leaves, shadows in the moonlit night’ here

quests and situations

halloween series by zweimam [Collection, Rated T, 44426 Words, Incomplete, Updated Sept 2023]

NB: Part 1 reviously recommended in new twinyards bonding ask

Part 1: I'm leaving this town (and I'm changing my address) [40309 Words, Updated Sept 2023] Aaron tries to assimilate everything, nodding, "How do you know he didn't mean it?" "It wasn't a thought, or anything," Neil says, looking everywhere but at him. "He told me to go away, to leave and run, and I did. I'm very good at running, you see." Or: Aaron has been looking for his brother for six years. Right when he's beginning to lose all hope, he meets Neil Josten.

tw: child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: heavy suicide themes, tw: implied/referenced suicide attempt, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: detailed discussion of drug use, tw: implied/referenced overdose, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation

Part 2: I know that you'll come if you want [6170 Words, Updated Aug 2023] If Aaron has been looking for his brother for six years, Andrew has been waiting for him for longer.

The Most Unorthodox Way of Fighting Back by orphan_account [Rated T, 1683 Words, Complete, 2021]

Neil Josten is forced to pick up his shoes and run. If not for him, than for the ones who can’t.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: murder, tw: blood/gore

Tumblr Bits by gluupor [Rated T, Collection, Complete, 2019]

Chapter 8: Neil Josten: Accountant Spy [2316 Words] Whenever anyone asked Neil what he did for a living, he responded by saying he was a spy. This always was met with impressed faces and probing questions about his job.

till the bitter end on a flat tire by thewintersolstice [Rated M, 10000 Words, Complete, 2022]

neil & aaron end up stranded on the side of the road in the desert. neil wants to talk homophobia. aaron wants neil to shut up for once in his life. aka: my attempt to turn aaron minyard into someone i want to like

tw: homophobia, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Growing Sharp Edges by Leocante [Rated G, 10218 Words, Complete, 2022]

Aaron just needed some wiggling room. He didn't think he was asking for that much - a few inches of freedom, a miniscule amount of life outside of school and exy, an ounce of control over his day. Well, thruth be told, he wasn't exactly asking asking. Questions like that resulted in a knife under his neck and an unyielding 'no'. But Aaron needed some goddamn wiggling room, and he was desperate enough to ask Josten for help.

tw: attempted sexual assault, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: recreational drug use, tw: alcohol

Who is the man in the relationship? by sugaroto [Rated T, 6986 Words, Complete, 2022]

"I'm your type." Neil went on. "Then I'm yours." Aaron shot back, "You're literally fucking my twin, asshole!" "High five!" Neil said, his eyes lightening up, "We're type buddies!" Neil started laughing. "What? What's so funny?" Aaron asked. "We should get married!" Or The time Neil and Aaron got drunk and thought it'd be funny if they got married.

tw: alcohol

NB: fic meme by @sugaroto here

Momentary Disaster by JostenlovesMinyard [Rated T, 1305 Words, Complete, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022]

Day 2: Disaster Aaron and Neil are sent to do a grocery run but Neil loses something along the way. Aaron is there to help him.

You Are So Much More Than Your Father's Son by phan_taloon [Rated T, 3143 Words, Complete, 2021, Locked]

In which Nathan Wesninski has fanboys and Neil Josten doesn't want to deal with them, but Aaron is there to save the day.

tw: panic attacks, tw: flashbacks

A Pain Never Meant to be Felt (I really suck a titles, just pretend its good.) by transandsad [Rated M, 14187 Words, Incomplete, Updated Aug 2023]

Aaron is mistaken for someone he is not and has to figure out how to pick up the pieces in the aftermath.

tw: gang rape, tw: nonconsensual touching, tw: assault, tw: graphic descriptions of csa, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood, tw: flashbacks, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: ptsd, tw: panic attacks, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: murder, tw: drug addiction

Neil and Aaron swap body’s AU bullet fic by @sadboyayeron [Tumblr, 2020]

AFTG Neil & Aaron Gender Swap hc by @sadboyayeron [Tumblr, 2020]

friendship

Oblivious series by greencherrybomb [Rated T, Collection with 2 complete works, Updated July 2022]

Part 1: Oblivious in love (3152 Words) Andrew has been pining after Neil Josten for months, but knows it wont happen. Neil doesnt even swing, so he does the only thing to protect his feelings. Ignoring Neil and eating ice cream. Part 2: Best Friends Brother (3930 Words) Neil has been harboring a long time crush on his best friend, Aaron Minyards, brother Andrew. Too bad Andrew has been avoiding him at all costs and is dating the hottest guy in school, Kevin day. Or at least thats what Neil thinks.

Dear Little Ghost by choisunsanie [Rated G, 4650 Words, Complete, 2022]

Neil Josten starts to be haunted by a naughty blond ghost.

tw: previous major character death, tw: car accidents

And I Swear And I Swear, I Was Burning Alive by Miss_Fun_Fun_and_Fun [Rated T, 1477 Words, Complete, 2022]

Neil is confronted by his ex-best friend's twin brother while still reeling from his mother abandoning him. - A one-shot, alternate universe for Fortheloveofexy's fic, "More Than Words".

tw: implied/referenced drug addiction

NB: ‘More than Words’ was previously recced here (updated)

sexual experimentation

triptych by likearecord [Rated E, 12805 Words, Complete, 2023]

Three parts, three POVS. Aaron, wondering, picks up a guy in a bar. Neil, having learned something, wants to try again. Andrew, knowing nothing, sees something he likes.

tw: explicit sexual content, tw: nonconsensual touching

friends to lovers

Every Sinner Has A Future by OfficialStarsandGutters [Rated E, 29864 Words, Complete, 2021]

Canon divergent Neil x Aaron. - Neil Josten. A shock of red hair and ocean blue eyes. Pretty faced, but nothing special. Except he makes a throwaway comment about Andrew being off his meds and it’s like everyone in the room forgets to breathe. Even Aaron, his body still and tense with surprise that he can tell them apart. Without even having met Aaron, he knew Andrew wasn’t him. That shouldn’t mean anything. Aaron rubs his sweaty palms on his skinny jeans and tells himself it doesn’t, it doesn’t, it doesn’t.

tw: recreational drug use, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: graphic description of overdose, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced murder

Art

monsters cuddle pile art by @emry-stars-art

au where aaron and neil are best friends first comic by @02511213942 also on twitter

when Neil tells Dr Aaron he’s fine art by @srslyarts

get in loser we’re going shopping art by @ouijacine

Josten and Aaron on press duty comic by @paradoxolotl

Aaron is a godfather comic by @paradoxolotl

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rottenpumpkin13 · 9 months

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All the firsts and Zack have decided to each get a house plant to take care of.

The SOLDIERs As Plant Dads

I'll do my own take on this concept, but I really recommend Green Thumb by Soyna on ff.net. This fic cracks me up every time I read it lmao

• After following Angeal to the monthly flea market in the slums, the boys come back with a plant each.

• Zack couldn't say no to Aerith gifting him a little plant. Sephiroth got his finger stuck in a venus flytrap. Genesis bought the venus flytrap with Sephiroth's finger still attached for laughs. Angeal got another plant to add to his collection.

• They're in the elevator going up to their apartments and Angeal is annoyed.

• First he has Zack, who barely knows how to care for himself, boasting about how Aerith is going to be sooo proud of him for keeping his little plant happy and alive.

• And then he has Genesis, who after laughing himself silly at the sight of Sephiroth with his finger stuck, is now trying to pry the venus flytrap away from Sephiroth and grumbling about how he doesn't understand why the plant likes him so much.

• Angeal has enough and says "100 gil says those plants won't live to see the end of the week."

• Zack immediately perks up at this.

Zack: Oh yeah!? Well you're about to be 100 gil poorer, old man! Me and—*he looks down at his plant*—Stefano are going to prove you wrong!

• Meanwhile Genesis, while still trying to unhinge the venus flytrap's jaws, seconds this.

Genesis: Make that 200 gil! Frederick will be alive and happy by the end of the week, you'll see!

Sephiroth: We're naming our plant Frederick? Why don't I have a say in this?

Genesis: Sephiroth, you're two minutes away from losing a finger. Worry about that instead.

THE NEXT DAY

• Zack walks into the training room carrying Stefano, the plant, in a baby carrier strapped across his chest.

• Angeal sees this and immediately loses it.

Angeal: You have got to be kidding me.

Zack: What? I told you I was gonna take this seriously! I'm the best plant dad ever. I'm so not gonna let Stefano out of my sight!

• Genesis walks into the training room nonchalantly and holding a capuccino.

Zack: Dude! Where's your plant?

Genesis: Ah, Freddy is with his nanny.

Angeal:

Angeal: You hired a nanny for a potted plant? Are you out of your mind??

Genesis: What? I had three nannies and I turned out fine.

• Kunsel walks into the training room rolling the venus flytrap around on a baby stroller.

Angeal: KUNSEL is your nanny????

Kunsel: 'Sup.

Angeal: ARE YOU PEOPLE OUT OF YOUR MINDS? THEY'RE PLANTS, NOT CHILDREN.

Zack: Shhhhh you're gonna wake up Stefano!

• Sephiroth walks into the training room with a stack of papers. He walks over to Genesis and drops them in his hands.

Sephiroth: Here you go. They're the papers granting you full custody of Frederick. I've realized I'm not ready to be a father.

Angeal: IT'S A PLANT.

Genesis: So you're just going to walk out on us? Have you no shame? No honor as a man, Sephiroth?

Zack: Yeah, Seph, for shame.

Angeal: IT'S A VENUS FLYTRAP.

Sephiroth: I understand your feelings might be muddled at a time like this. Hopefully in time you'll see that this is the best decision for our family.

Genesis: You know, my mother warned me this would happen.

Angeal: IT CAN'T EVEN TALK. IT'S A PLANT.

Genesis: And in front of the kids? You have no regard for our child's well being, you deadbeat cretin.

Sephiroth: You have every right to be angry. I will also be providing child support.

Angeal, rolling around on the floor: A PLANT.

Genesis: No. You know what? Me and Freddy don't want your money. We'll be leaving now, and you'll never see us again.

• He takes the stroller from Kunsel.

Genesis: Come on, Frederick, we're leaving.

• He strides out of the training room with Kunsel in tow. The following silence is loud until:

Zack: HEY!

• Angeal and Sephiroth look at him

Zack: STEFANO ISN'T A REAL PLANT. HE'S MADE OF PLASTIC!

Angeal and Sephiroth:

Zack: NO WONDER AERITH WAS SO EAGER TO GIVE IT TO ME.

#ffvii #ff7 #genesis rhapsodos #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #angeal hewley #ff7r #final fantasy #zack fair #ff #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii remake

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sickuma · 10 months

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TULIPS — a König fic.

❱ This will have two parts (or more) depending on how the comments on tiktok are /j but it'll probably be more than two! please keep in mind that the **" "** in italics are their memories, or something they said before the incident.

ꜝ？angst warning, as well as mentions of injuries. pairing is König x reader !

this is unedited, grammatical and spelling errors are to be expected.

➴ SYNOPSIS — You and König were in a mission when you see a lens-flare aimed right at his chest, without hesitation, you lunge and take the hit for him.

VORFRUEDE — the joyful intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

"[name], call for backup."

You nod, doing your best to comply as much as you can despite the exhaustion which enveloped your body,

It's your duty. It's your job to protect,

"Backup's on the way, König. Evac is almost there too, we just have to—"

You will never die for these people,

You wouldn't allow yourself to die for the military. No matter how brutal your battles are, you've sworn to always put yourself first.

"König."

A ragged breath escaped your lips.

You would never choose someone else over your own life.

No one would come first before yours,

No one else but him.

"König!"

It was as if you caught a brief glimpse of your world crumbling down, seeing that red dot aimed right at his heart, you couldn't hear anything else but this blinding ringing.

Without another thought, you lunged towards his direction. Pushing him aside roughly as you take the hit for him,

As if this moment was purposely slowed down, you saw his eyes widened through your blur of a vision, you saw the glint of panic in his eyes.

"König, when we retire,

let's have a small house and garden."

"[name]!"

König found himself falling on the hard floor, not feeling the impact of your push as his attention focused on your trembling figure,

He saw it,

He saw how you froze, how your head slowly turned down to look at the horrifying wound. Raising both your hands weakly to look at the stains of blood.

"In that garden, we'll grow tulips."

His frightened gaze laid on your collapsing figure. Without wasting a moment more, he rushed towards your limp body, lifting you up to sit you somewhere safer.

With tears stained eyes, he dropped to the floor, holding your trembling body close to him as his clouded vision attempts to stop the threatening tears,

"Keep your eyes open, [name]."

His body shook, he could feel his hands shake terribly. Looking down at you with a horrified expression.

The love of his life laid limp on his lap,

And it's because of him.

Of all the reasons, did it have to be him?

"Evac is— evac is coming. Please please please."

He knew the bullet hit somewhere fatal, otherwise you wouldn't have gone into shock. He saw the life fade from your eyes,

But you raised your weak hands to caress his clothed face, a smile making its way to your blood stained lips.

"The tulips, könig, they're gonna be so pretty."

"no, no, no." He shook his head as he saw the acceptance in your eyes.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I did with you, Keep that—keep that in your mind könig."

He shakes his head vigorously, screaming for you to wake up. Shaking your trembling body,

The tulips, we still haven't planted them.

Wake up.

"[name] you can't, please, the tulips."

Who knew loving you would be a beautiful tragedy?

Have you known,

[name]?

Have you known that you'll be taking my heart wherever you go?

Have you known I'll grow those tulips, just for you?

"Grow the tulips for me, my love."

"I won't." He shook his head repeatedly.

"Without you, I won't."

With your weak, strained voice you spoke. For him you kept trying,

"We'll plant them together—right Liebling?" He desperately spoke, keeping his hand tightly placed on your wound to apply pressure.

"Just as we planned. Together. In our small house. After we—" he paused to sob, letting out the clashing emotions that pierced through him.

"You even said that we'll have a cat, he's gonna be named Leaf because of our garden. You said I'll wake up next to you, I'll wake up to you playing with my hair—because I like it so much—right? [name]?"

"We still have to do those."

His lungs felt trapped in every word he spoke, it felt as if he’d pass out. Never had he felt so weak and hopeless, not for a mission, not for something,

Especially not ever for a person.

And yet here he sat, crying uncontrollably for you to stay and fulfil the plans you’ve made together.

"You still have to—"

"You still have to marry me," he whispered.

"Schatz bitte."

He cried, as he couldn't do anything else but wait for evac. He needed you,

He can't lose you.

Not now. Not ever.

"I know I sound selfish, I know you're hurting and you want to rest but—I just—what would I be without you?"

Tulips,

Without their roots, they are lifeless.

Tulips without their sunlight are bound to wilt.

You felt your own tears trickle down your face,

"Liebling, I won't just let you go. I won't. Even after we planted those tulips," He paused, unable to control his emotions as he looked into your weak eyes. Your eyes that are on the verge of giving up,

"I'll keep needing you, I'll keep holding on."

And as if on cue, he hears the door thump. For a moment, he felt relieved, his tears abruptly stopping as his head turned towards the door. “[name], see? Evac is—” His heart dropped when the realisation hit, it wasn’t evac. They would have asked first, they would have given callouts. It’s the syndicates,

With an exhausted breath, his eyes grew darker, placing [name] on the corner hurriedly and gently. “Stay here, call for evac again alright? Don’t—don’t close your eyes [name], please.” He placed a kiss on top of your head before he picked his weapon up once again, sparing you one last glance before he quietly made his way towards the entrance. The sadness fading for a moment as rage replaced the burning emotion in his heart,

They did this.

They're taking you away from him.

With gritted teeth he strides, coming in contact with the geared enemies. As if he’d forgotten how exhausted he was, he fought efficiently. Taking hits and giving just the same, he was enraged, and they felt it. How he grunts and how he raised his hand. His strength and size overpowered them easily,

It was as if he lost himself, he looked almost unreal. Taking lives with a clenched jaw, he felt anger. As he remembered what could possibly happen because of what they did,

What he can possibly go through.

He pants, staring down at the bloody sight. Taking in the smell and the horrendous end he made them face,

It didn't feel accomplished. Inside that room, you sat with a bullet deep inside your body. Defeating these people didn't feel as accomplished as it did before.

He weakly walked back—praying to whoever that you’re still breathing, that you’re still alive to continue on with your lives, still alive to plant the tulips with him. With droopy eyes he saw your bloody figure, sat with closed eyes and the talkie wrapped around your hands,

His tears fell once again, “schatz, I'm back.” he whispered, collapsing beside your body. Throwing the talkie and replacing it with his hands, clasping yours together with his tightly.

The tulips,

“We couldn't separate them so we had to fit both of them in one evac vehicle.”

The captain looked at horangi in question, “Couldn't separate them?” “König held them too tightly, we were only able to separate them when we arrived here. Roze suggested letting them share a room together but due to some policies, the hospital didn't allow it.” he explained further, as they looked at König’s sleeping figure,

He had a frown despite being in a deep sleep.

“I see.” the captain mumbles, “make sure to let him know that [name] is safe, I'm certain hell would be loose if he didn't see them near him.” Horangi nodded, he spoke just before the captain reached the door. “[name]’s in a coma, doctors have informed us that they’re unstable.” “They’ll pull through, for König they will.” the captain replies without turning his head back. “They spoke of their retirement recently, [name] wouldn't disappoint König.”

“What color of tulips will we have?”

“Mm, white.”

“Why's that?” he asks you,

“To symbolize how sorry I am.”

He gasped, sitting up on the bed with his hands tightly wrapped around his neck, attempting to catch his breaths. The dream had hunted him, the look on your face,

The apologetic tone you spoke with,

What did you mean by that? What are you sorry for? Before he could take in his surroundings, he exited the room. Uncaring about the chords that connect to him, he walked and walked till he reached the front desk. “[name]. Where is their room?” He spoke sternly, catching the nurse off guard, he knew he looked terrifying but that’s not of his concern right now. He needs to know you're here, he needs to know you have a room, because if you dont it can only mean one thing.

And he’ll refuse to believe that. “Ah— [name] under the KorTac factions is it?” the nurse stuttered, flipping through the pages of their record book frantically, not wanting to cause the soldier any more agitation.

“Room 405 sir. The patient who’s in—” Without hearing any more words from the nurse, he ran, hurriedly ran to wherever that room could be. Worriedly reading the numbers in each room as adrenaline enveloped his body. Relief, happiness, everything all at one, he could cry.

But not yet, not until he sees you, not until he holds you. “[name]!” He chimes, barging inside the room recklessly. There was no one else inside, only you on the bed, sleeping soundly. He pants, walking closer, feeling his hands tremble by the sight of you. “Liebling.” he mumbled, reaching for the chair and sitting by you. “Love, you're here.” He could feel the tears fall at last, feeling his heart at ease. The sight of you removed the thousands of worries on his shoulder, that dream meant nothing, you had nothing to be sorry for. You didn't leave him, “You didn't—you didn't go.” he broke down, laying his head down on your hands which he held. Sobbing to you. “When we go back, let’s retire as soon as possible, okay?” he mumbled, lips trembling as he spoke. His voice broke with happiness. Croaking out whispers of ‘I love you’s’ while he laid on your hand. “No more of these. No more.” “Let’s buy a house, a small one. Then we’ll go get leaf and—and, the tulips, my love.”

The tulips,

In our home.

Let’s grow the—

“Tulips?” His breath stopped, he froze as you spoke. He raised his head to look at you, weakly staring back at him. “What tulips?” “Where am i?”

The rasp on your voice was heard, the confusion evident and visible from the way you spoke and looked at him. He felt his heart drop,

“Who are you?”

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heartache-otbs · 1 year

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daylight - lrh (songfic)

an: this song is stuck in my head and i figured it'd be an ouchie fic so im sorry

summary: songfic, daylight by maroon 5 (first verse / chorus)

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

warnings: angst maybe? it's sad.

word count: 767

Here I am waiting, I have to leave soon. Why am I holding on?

Luke lays under the cool silk sheets, your body close to his as he lightly caresses your face under the moonlight. He can't sleep.

He hasn't been able to sleep for weeks. He's been stressing about going off on tour, without you. He loved his job, he loved travelling the world and he loved his fans.

But he also hates his job, because it takes him away from you.

Tomorrow is the day he has to leave, you had fallen asleep pretty early, tired from helping him back and prepare. So Luke had been staring at you for hours, memorizing what your face looked like and touching every square inch of skin he could, trying to hold on to you.

We knew this day would come, we knew it all along. How did it come so fast?

Luke doesn't know why he's desperately trying to hold onto you when this day was inevitable, how could he be so upset when this day had been coming for months? Shouldn't have he accepted it by now?

He thought it was just yesterday that he came home to you, announcing that he could finally go back on tour after the pandemic. How happy you two were and how proud you were of Luke. There was so much love and happiness in that moment, yet that memory in Luke's mind has faded into a blue hue of hidden regret.

It's too soon. Luke begins having second thoughts. I can't leave.

This is our last night, but it's late. And I'm trying not to sleep. Because I know when I wake, I will have to slip away.

Luke has hit the point of exhaustion, he can barely keep his eyes open but he refuses to go to sleep. The moment he wakes up he has to get in the car and get on the road, you couldn't take him because you had a school priority that you couldn't get out of.

"That's okay," Luke had sighed when you told him that you wouldn't be able to see him off "you need to do what ya need to do YN"

Inside he was torn to shreds, knowing he couldn't kiss you at the gate made him not want to go through it.

So Luke kisses you now, soft kisses all over your face while you sleep, his soft lips lingering on your warm skin every few seconds as he makes sure to kiss every inch.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close. Because in daylight we'll be on our own. But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.

You actually cried so much before bed. Once Luke got in the shower, you lost it. You were in such hysterics that Luke heard you from the bathroom and came out to comfort you, tears escaping his face as well.

As you held each other, Luke kept promising that he was never going to let you go. That he'd never let anything come between the two of you, that he'd hold you forever if he needed to. He made a slight joke that he wouldn't go if it made you stop crying.

Was it really a joke though?

What the big thing was about the next day, was that you two had never necessarily been separated for each other for a long period of time. You two had gotten together right before the pandemic started, so you spent all of your time at each other's houses. Moved in together pretty quickly, he hadn't gone anywhere for work and if he did you went with him, because of the pandemic you had online school.

But now with societal normalities back in place, you and Luke had to be separated from each other. Something that you both would have to learn how to deal with.

You two really didn't know how to exist without the other one on hand, some would say it was an unhealthy codependency but you and Luke were just happy.

What would you even do without Luke? It'd be so quiet. So empty. You'd no longer have his comfort coming back from class. No more making pancakes for him on Saturday mornings. Your routine will be all out of sorts, what will make up for it?

You tried not to think about it once it crossed your mind, instead, you let Luke hold you as you drifted off, sinking into the last night you had him next to you, dreading the daylight.

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salaapaoo · 10 months

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He's a lil blurb from my fic drafts hehe it'll be written eventually, but : alcale wing fic where flying up high and then spiralling down is part of a courting ritual. Krs wakes up as Cale and doesn't quite understand, but by the end he figures out that he's always been in love w alver !! Like the slow burn understanding where he figures it out and doesn't know when he fell in love because being together feels so natural and stuff

I'll probably start writing it later this year or SMTH? I have other ones that are further along and the ongoing ones to update fkslfkdf

Gonna make a playlist for it too >:)

"C'mon Cale!" The avian prince called out to him, "let's go!"

Cale gazed at Alver's outreached hand, listening to the rushing of air with each flap of the wing.

"Fine…" He began to flap his own wings, moving them in large swooping motions to bring himself up into the air.

Alver's taken him far up high in the sky, high enough that it's only the pastel painted skies surrounding them. Cotton-like clouds with their soft edges reflecting the colors of the sky drift below them as slow as snails.

"Ready?" Cale turns to look at Alver, confused as to what the other boy meant.

His confusion must have been visible because the prince began to laugh, his lips forming a fond smile.

"We'll do a countdown," Alver says, carefully taking Cale's hand into his, "and then we fall."

Was this boy insane? Cales face morphed with disbelief, his brows furrowing deeply, "What do you mean fall?"

"It's just as I said," Alver's eyes match the blue of the vast skies, as honest as ever, "we'll stop moving our wings, and we'll fall."

The magic device was still clamped around his bicep, leaving him in his disguise. It's a beautiful armlet with golden leaves curling around the entire piece. Alver's hand is warm around his, gentle and reassuring as he waits for Cale's reply.

"You're crazy," Cale scowls, not pulling away from the grip.

A bark of laughter comes from the prince, breathy and free, "Maybe I am."

(There's something in Alver's eyes that Cale can't quite understand.

They're honeyed and fond, he comes to learn later on).

To that, Cale gives him a deadpan stare, which pulls another delightful round of laughter from the blond.

"Trust me," Alver's voice is soft as he squeezes Cale's hand lightly, "I'll fall with you, promise I won't let go."

"...Alright," Cale finally gives in. He closes his eyes, cutting his own world off from the blooming colors around him in an attempt to shield himself from the fear.

They're still flying, but he knows what should be coming next. He anticipates the drop, his heart starting to pump faster at the mere thought. Alver never lets go though, instead, he holds Cale's hand tighter as if to remind the red head that he was still there.

"Ready?" The prince asks. A stupid question, really, because Cale doesn't think he would ever be ready.

Before he could give a response, Cale's body begins to tip as he's dragged down by the weight of the other boy. The muscles of his wings strained in their desperate attempt to keep them both in the air.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FUCKING COUNTDOWN, YOU LIAR OF A PRINCE?" Cale cursed him out internally.

"It's okay!" Alver shouts, grabbing Cale's other hand, "I would never let anything happen to you."

And so, Cale stops, allowing gravity to take them both back to Earth. It takes everything in him to hold back the instinct to try to stop the fall, but he manages. Something within him wanted to trust Alver.

His heart floats up to his throat, sending his blood rushing to his ears. He squeezes his eyes shut when he feels the wind shift differently around him. It's loud- the air ripping around them in their descent.

"OPEN YOUR EYES!" Alver calls out to him, warm hands held in a death grip in Cale's.

Hesitantly, Cale cracks open one eye and then the other. All of the anxiety melted away into awe as he took in the world around him. Shades of tangerines, apricots, and corals take over the vast blue that once was. Baby pinks dance along the edge of the remaining blue to create splotches of lilac and lavender. The assortment of colors make the blue of Alver's eyes deeper.

"Ready?" The blond smiles at him.

"Okay."

Cale watches intently as Alver shifts one of his wings, sending them both into a downwards spiral. Only this time, fear isn't what comes with the change. A giddy exhilaration comes instead, filling his lungs until he's breathless.

(Alver wishes he could have recorded this moment because Cale is laughing. With eyes full of wonder and an open mouth smile across his face. Cale's laughter is filled with a contagious joy that has Alver's cheeks hurting from how hard he smiles in return).

Cale falls in love with the triumphant feeling flying brought him, understanding why Icarus had laughed as he plummeted towards the open arms of the ground.

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #salaapaoo fic ideas #lcf alver #alver crossman #alcale

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spicychickenyang · 1 year

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The Emperor and the BNF

Hi everyone. I came across this short story a while ago and was so amused I knew I had to translate it into English to share with more folks. It's not MDZS, but I think those of you who are danmei fans will get a kick out of it nonetheless 😄

《皇帝与同人圈大手》作者：吕天逸 The Emperor and the BNF Author: Lü Tiansu

Rating: M (sexual content, non-explicit)

Once upon a time, there was a scholar who flunked his exams.

The scholar came from a poor family, plus he was a scrawny weakling, with no skills beyond reading and writing.

In order to make a living, the scholar set up a small booth where he scribed letters, sold calligraphy and art, and helped copy books.

One day, a young woman arrived stealthily at the scholar's booth. Based on her clothing, she seemed like a lady from a wealthy family; based on her expression, she seemed to have snuck out from her home.

The young woman pulled a book from her bosom, and held it out to the scholar. "Make an identical copy for me. I'll pick up seven days from now."

Having said that, she tossed a piece of silver at the scholar.

The scholar took the book, and flushed red. "And the cover?"

The young woman: "Draw it too; exactly the same."

The scholar: "..."

The cover blatantly depicted two nude men in a tender embrace.

The scholar, at a loss: "This... this is pornography?"

The young woman's eyes flashed with a piercing light, and instinctively she put on a sales pitch: "No way, this is an illustrated fic for the sitting Emperor and the High General of Zhennan. It's a super hot ship, and this is an entry piece; it's super rare. I missed the preorder, and it sold out before I could get my hands on one, so I had to borrow one from my girlfriends to make a copy for my own collection."

Tremulously, the scholar flipped open a page, and—

The Emperor: "Does Our Royal Pillar please you?"

The General moaned, "P-please..."

The scholar snapped the book shut as if he'd seen a ghost. "This, this is sacrilegious! We'll lose our heads!"

The young woman waved her hand. "Aiya, what's so sacrilegious about it. His Majesty is clearly the gong, he's on top."

Scholar: "..."

Young woman: "There's also the Emperor/his right-hand attendant, the Emperor/the Royal Architect, the Emperor/the Chancellor, Emperor/the imperial exam valedictorian, tons of ships out there, but His Majesty is always the gong, may he live forever. There's no problem."

Scholar: "..."

The current emperor had taken the throne at age sixteen. Young and handsome, he's well-loved amidst the common folk.

Young woman: "Aiya, I'm done talking to you; I've been out for too long. Take care copying the book; be careful not to get it dirty, each book costs two ounces silver!"

The scholar's hand quivered.

Two ounces of silver for a single book!

Holding back a headache, the scholar read through the book cover to cover.

Apart from the Emperor and the General's names, the entire work was smut, up to 95% smut content.

Scholar: "..."

I can write this crap too!

Yours truly's prose is even better than theirs!

Thinking again of two ounces of silver per book, the scholar's mindset cleared up.

With a clench of his teeth and a cross of his heart, the scholar stepped onto the path of sin.

He wrote up a little novella of his own.

The scholar is an academic, with more rigorous standards for himself. He felt it wasn't sufficiently literary to write pure smut, so he added some soap opera dramatics as well.

In the story, the scholar wrote that the High General of Zhennan went down south, bearing imperial orders to put down a rebellion. In the chaos of battle he was heavily injured, lost his memory, and was staying at a civilian household while his wounds healed. The emperor, having waited long for the general's return, personally set out to find him, but the general no longer recognized him. The emperor brought the general back to the palace and, in order to help the general recover his memory, would ensure daily that the general was helpless to leave his bed. The writing was refined and intricate, savory enough to cause nosebleeds.

Seven days later, the young woman came to pick up her order.

The scholar delivered his goods, then took out the book he wrote and passed it over, clasping his hands to bow towards the Emperor's palace and at the same time saying, "In the past few days, this one made an attempt at writing a story about His Majesty and the High General of Zhennan, if it would trouble Mademoiselle to give an evaluation."

The young woman accepted the scholar's novella.

A stick of incense's time later, the young woman was a puddle of tears in front of the scholar's booth.

The young woman, through snot and tears: "Hiding blades within the smut, it's too cruel!"

The scholar was frozen, scared out of his wits.

The young woman dried her tears, calmed her expression, and gazed at the scholar with a face full of adoration. "So you are actually a grandmaster of angst."

The scholar was befuddled. "Angst? Grandmaster?"

The young woman: "Aiya, it's all just terminology, you'll understand later. How much for this fic of yours?"

The scholar was slightly confounded. "If... This one only has the one draft; it's gone if I sell it. If Mademoiselle desires it, please allow this one to make a duplicate copy."

The young woman flicked her hand. "Aiya, how long is it going to take you to copy it on your own. I'll help you contact a copy factory and make like eight or ten hundred copies. Grandmaster, you write so well, it'll definitely make a killing! If you don't have enough money I'll make up the starting cost for you!"

Overjoyed, the scholar clasped his hands in thanks. "I shall remember this favor and generosity to the end of my days. May I ask how to address my benefactor?"

Young woman: "My family name's Gong; why don't you call me Gong Zuoshi."

Following the address Gong Zuoshi provided, the scholar found his way to the copy factory.

In that day and age, there was no printing press, so everything had to be copied by hand. A mid-tier copy factory has at least a few hundred scribes, each with god-tier speed and skill at the brush, and can even imitate many different script types. But they don't accept small batch orders; minimum is five hundred prints to start.

The scholar passed the book and the silver voucher Gong Zuoshi lent him to the copy factory's foreman.

The foreman was suspicious. "Who referred you?"

Scholar: "Mademoiselle Gong Zuoshi."

The foreman breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. These days the imperial guards are cracking down; for sacreligious smut books we only accept orders from known customers."

The scholar wiped away his sweat. "Understood, understood."

Foreman: "How many copies do you want?"

Scholar: "One thousand."

Foreman: "What fonts?"

Scholar: "Two hundred sans-serif gothic, two hundred brush script, two hundred comic font, two hundred bubble letters, two hundred curly cues. We'll do a variety of fonts so that the customers have more options. Thanks a lot."

Foreman: "What about targeted marketing and publicity? Will you be using our services?"

Scholar: "Mademoiselle Gong will help with all these; no need for you to trouble yourself."

Foreman: "What's your pen name?"

The scholar pondered for a moment.

For some reason, the first thing to flash across his mind was that mountain thirty leagues outside of town. When he was young and stupid, one time he drove a government official's horse carriage up the mountain, and became the joke of the town...

The scholar smiled lightly. "Just call me Mt. Qiuming's Driving God."

Foreman: "All righty."

One month later, one thousand books of sacrilegious smut rolled hot off the presses.

With its juicy drama, detailed love scenes, and a solid literary foundation, the scholar's zine sold like hotcakes. A thousand copies were snatched up in just a few days.

Nearly all of the Emperor/General fandom's fujoshi came to know of the grandmaster by the name of Mt. Qiuming's Driving God.

At two ounces of silver a book, minus the production costs, the scholar was loaded to his gills.

It was the first time he'd ever seen this much silver in his life.

And it wasn't even someone else's.

Holding the silver voucher, the scholar's hands trembled, tears gathering in his eyes.

Gong Zuoshi, having snuck out from her home again: "Aiya, what are you even doing with yourself. First print an additional three hundred copies for mail order, then hurry and write a new one while the iron's hot."

The scholar listened obediently. "Okay."

Gong Zuoshi: "This time we can commission some top-tier artists in the fandom to make a few illustrations, then add some merch on the side; it'll definitely be even more fire."

Blinded by greed, the scholar clasped his hands and bowed in the direction of the palace. "Very well, this time this one will write a few extra smut scenes for His Majesty."

Gong Zuoshi clapped her hands. "Yes yes, add a few rounds of kink-play."

The scholar bowed towards the palace and at the same time groveled, "All right, then this one will write a bondage scene for His Majesty and the High General of Zhennan."

Gong Zuoshi: "You can use white silk to do the tying."

Scholar: "Got it, in this book the general has a fiery and stubborn temper, and refuses to submit, so he tries to hang himself with white silk..."

The scholar paused, and made another bow toward the palace with hands clasped, then respectfully continued, "His Majesty arrives just in time to cut him down and save him."

Gong Zuoshi's eyes shone with giddiness. "Yes yes yes! And then a scene of unspeakable things!"

The scholar was flushed with excitement. "Okay okay, just like that!"

—The writer and co-conspirator unearthed their brain worms together.

Very soon, the scholar's second book was out of the oven.

Since this time there was no lack of funds, the copies were beautifully designed and bound with gold thread, with an add-on bonus of a potpourri pouch embroidered with the High General of Zhennan's nickname. Those who preorder one hour ahead of time can even receive an extra gift - a folding fan with a romantic verse scribed by the scholar himself.

This time the scholar's zine sold wildly, over four thousand copies. Within the fandom, the hungry readers waiting to be fed swarmed at the news - "Mt. Qiuming's Driving God has brought the smut train around! Everyone, get on board!"

This time, the scholar happened to publish his zine just in time for the doujin convention in town. Respected creators of various fandoms flocked to attend, each at their own booth, selling their zines and wares. Young ladies and housewives, baskets in hand, scooped up their favorite publications. Certain ladies of big-name households were even wearing veils over their faces, trailed by their own escort of guards, shopping from the east end of the convention to the west end - such a display of wealth!

Of course, the scholar who recently exploded in popularity became the focal point of the convention. The scholar's stand was one of the most mobbed, encircled in layers upon layers of fangirls.

"Train conductor, take me with you!"

"Grandmaster, I love you!"

"Beep—Swordswoman Card."

"Beep—Esteemed Lady Card."

"Beep—Nunnery Card."

"Beep—Grand Princess Card."

The scholar, who was busy signing autographs with a brush in hand: "..."

Hold on, was something not right about that last one!?

The scholar raised his head, and got an eyeful of a troop of fully-armed imperial guards.

The imperial guards were tightly clustered around a young woman.

The young woman looked around sixteen or seventeen years of age, beautiful and stately as a goddess descended from the heavens, bedecked in finery and jewels.

This was the sitting emperor's younger sister, the Grand Princess Difu.

Scared out of his wits, the scholar hurriedly prostrated into a kowtow. "This humble peasant greets Her Royal Highness."

The Grand Princess was not stuck up at all. Kindly she spoke, "Grandmaster, please rise."

Trembling, the scholar lifted himself, thinking he was about to be taken away to "have tea": "..."

The Grand Princess swept a glance over the scholar's stand, as if too lazy to look closely, and asked, "Whose fic are you writing?"

The scholar swallowed nervously, and tried to avoid the whole truth: "This peasant wrote about... the High General of Zhennan..."

The Grand Princess's eyes lit up slightly. "What'd you write about him?"

The scholar nearly fainted dead away. "This peasant wrote about... the High General's bravery on the battlefield, and his glorious appearance riding upon a galloping horse."

It was actually his glorious appearance lying on the bed, being ridden by the emperor!

But he can't say that!

Princess: "Is the general in a ship?"

The scholar's head shook like a rattle-drum. "No!"

The Grand Princess smirked. "Very well, then I will take a copy. Please pack up all the included merch."

The head of the imperial guard tossed two ounces of silver at the scholar. With a head full of cold sweat, the scholar wrapped up the book and merchandise.

A potpourri pouch, plus a folding fan hand-signed by the scholar.

Even though it's been two hours past the preorder period, and therefore should not include a bonus folding fan, but...

Not giving the Grand Princess a full set of merch - does he want to lose his head right there and then?!

Satisfied, the Grand Princess turned to other booths to collect more books.

Carrying bundles of books large and small, the imperial guards followed behind.

As soon as the Grand Princess left, the scholar closed up his stand and fled, discarding even the unsold books. He's already sold over four thousand copies anyway, there's not much left over.

Not only sacrilege, but deceiving the Grand Princess on top of that.

Returning home, the scholar scurried to gather his valuables, and at the same time imagined the scene after the Grand Princess returned to the palace—

Grand Princess: "O dear Royal Brother, someone wrote a fic about you and the High General of Zhennan, and they drove a smut train too."

Emperor: "..."

Grand Princess: "Hey Royal Brother, this person wrote that your Royal Pillar is a foot long, and normally wound around your waist..."

Emperor: "Someone, arrest this vile scoundrel, and off with his head!"

The scholar shook in a cold shudder, his own imagings nearly scaring the piss out of himself.

Having packed his things, the scholar wrote a small note, explaining the events today of how he met the Grand Princess at the convention and must flee for his life.

The scholar went to the Gong residence and passed the note to the servants, instructing them to make sure it landed in the hands of Mademoiselle Gong.

After sending his message, the scholar fled.

He fled all the way to Dali, which was renowned as "Shangri-la" for its scenery, as well as being very far from the Capitol city.

These days, all kinds of eloping princesses/princes/young masters and mademoiselles all loved to head to Dali.

It was a top destination for eloping.

Little did the scholar know, the day after his departure, the capitol city was completely locked down. The Anti-Obscenity Division of the imperial guard swarmed over all the notable publishing copy factories in search of the fugitive with the pen name "Mt. Qiuming's Driving God", but they returned empty-handed.

Having dodged this bullet, the scholar settled down in Dali.

After this scare, the scholar no longer dared to write fanfics anymore. But that was fine anyway, because he'd already earned plenty of silver from selling zines, and no longer needed to worry about how to make a living.

Now with money and time on his side, the scholar began remembering his old dream - to properly study, become valedictorian, and earn a high-ranking government position.

As mentioned before, Dali was a place that many people eloped to.

Including the previous imperial exam's valedictorian.

This valedictorian had a brilliant education, a solid family background, an elegant handsome face, and was the dream catch of thousands of young women. Supposedly, he shouldn't have had to do something like elope.

The problem was, the one who caught his eye was the Minister of Finance's son...

That's why he had to elope.

So the scholar requested the tutelage of the valedictorian.

From then on the scholar hit the books and burned the midnight oil every day, from "CliffsNotes" to "Princeton Review", from "The Annotated Classics" to "The Road to Valedictorian". It was long and arduous.

At last, two years passed.

Heaven rewards the diligent. In the new round of local exams, the scholar qualified to return to the Capitol for next spring's round of exams. In the series of qualifying exams he barged through all obstacles, achieved top ranking, and won eligibility to participate in the imperial exam.

The scholar was very excited.

The emperor was also very excited.

The day of the imperial exam.

Dozens of applicants were arranged in rows in the grand hall, each seated and writing at their own desk.

After the noon hour, the emperor personally attended the testing hall to survey the exam.

Having gone through two years of baptism by literary fire, the scholar had a speedy hand and a quick wit at his disposal. He was already pretty much finished, and was currently kneeling with his head bowed, resting his eyes.

Just then, the emperor walked up before the scholar, and paused, seemingly looking over the scholar's paper.

The scholar's heart thumped wildly.

After looking for a while, the emperor said, "Raise your head."

Unsure what was going on, the scholar very carefully, very slightly lifted his head.

Just then, a folding fan lightly landed upon the scholar's chin, and with an upward flick, the scholar was forced to raise his face and meet the emperor's gaze.

The emperor was indeed as handsome as the common rumors told, with blade-tipped brows and star-lit eyes, his face like crown jade.

The scholar was not bad looking either, with slightly wing-tipped almond eyes, flushed lips and bright teeth, and a thin waist.

The two stared at each other. For a moment, time seemed to stall, the great hall seemingly about to ring out with BGM at any minute.

The emperor gradually leaned down.

The scholar's palms were filled with nervous sweat.

The emperor's lips nearly brushed the scholar's ear, his voice ringing out low by the scholar's ear: "Beep—Emperor Card."

Scholar: "..."

I must've been hallucinating from nervousness.

The emperor straightened up, and opened the folding fan in his hand with a swish.

It was the merchandise the scholar had gifted the Crown Princess Difu two years ago, hand-scribed with the romantic verse written by the scholar himself. The handwriting was identical with the essay currently spread on the desk before the scholar.

The emperor's lip quirked ever so slightly.

A darkness fell over the scholar's eyes.

The scholar's lithe body swayed, and toppled over with a plonk.

The scholar woke to find himself lying upon the Royal Bed.

The reason he knew it was a Royal Bed as soon as he opened his eyes, was because the Royal Body was lying upon it—that is, by the scholar's side.

The emperor gazed steadily at the scholar.

The emperor's eyes were bottomless wells of black.

The scholar cleared his throat, shakily lifted the blankets, and knelt on the Royal Bed for three heavy kowtows, stuttering, "Greet, greet, greetings to Your Majesty!"

Each kowtow was accompanied by a stutter, very rhythmically.

The emperor wore an expression that may or may not be a smile. "Grandmaster, please rise."

The scholar nearly fainted again.

The emperor reached beneath the Royal Pillow and pulled out a booklet bound in gold thread, and asked leisurely word by word, "Mt. Qiuming's Driving God?"

The scholar wailed, "This peasant deserves a thousand deaths!"

Emperor: "Our Royal Pillar is a foot long, and usually wound around our waist?"

The scholar's tears twirled endlessly within his eye sockets. "It was all nonsense written by this peasant..."

The scholar's teary-eyed appearance was unexpectedly appealing. The emperor gave him an extra glance, quirked an eyebrow, and snatched the scholar's right hand.

The scholar's vision went black. "..."

I'm finished, His Majesty must be about to chop off my writing hand!

Then the next second, his hand, guided by the emperor, was pressed upon the Royal Pillar.

Scholar: "..."

Emperor: "Get a good feel."

His face beet red, the scholar took a tentative grope.

Emperor: "How long?"

Scholar, trembling: "Three inches."

Scholar: "No wait, it got a bit longer, four inches."

Scholar: "A, a bit more longer, five inches."

Scholar: "...It stopped. Five and a half inches."

Emperor: "From now on write five and a half inches. Strive for realism, understand?"

The scholar's head bobbed like a pecking chicken. "Understood."

Scholar: "May this peasant... be dismissed?"

Emperor: "We say you may."

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he gained back a life.

But then the emperor pointed at his five and a half inches, and said, "It says you may not."

Scholar: "..."

With a flip, the emperor pressed the scholar beneath his body.

And so, this life that the scholar just got back was nearly lost again on the Royal Bed.

After a ride on the Royal Train with the emperor, the scholar's world view was completely destroyed.

It's not that he was entirely unwilling.

After having written two whole books of m/m smut, the scholar had succeeded in un-straight-ing himself as well. Besides, the emperor was handsome and a skillful flirt, not even to mention his position of wealth. Being laid once by the emperor is not a bad deal, theoretically speaking.

But in the end the scholar was an academic, and felt this was too contrary to custom. His heart full of shame, he felt he had no dignity left to face his ancestors.

So, sobbing and blubbering, the scholar yanked three feet of white silk, and went to hang himself.

Halfway through his hanging, the emperor (who had been on the side watching the theatrics) casually strolled up, and cut down the scholar just like how it was written in the novel.

And then conveniently used those three feet of white silk to engage in a bit of bondage play.

The scholar, tied up like that in white silk: "..."

Not good, not good! This scene is a bit familiar!

Another hour passed.

The scholar sprawled limply across the Royal Bed like a broken puppet.

The emperor caught his breath, then stated, "Again."

The scholar was scared white, and rushed to guard his ass. "No, no, this peasant cannot withstand any more."

This train has been driven nearly to pieces by the emperor!

The Emperor sighed with heavy regret. "Then come back tomorrow."

Scholar: "If this peasant may dare ask..."

Emperor: "Mm?"

Scholar: "Why is Your Majesty so, so..."

Thirsty.

The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly. "You still have the nerve to ask?"

Scholar: "What?"

Emperor: "In your little book you wrote that Our Royal Pillar is a foot long, normally wrapped around the waist, causing the High General of Zhennan - who did not grimace even when cut open to the bone during surgery - to cry to the heavens, unable to leave his bed for half a month. And then your book became a bestseller, in addition to pirated copies circulating amidst the masses. In total some tens of thousands of copies have been spread far and wide."

The scholar's business mind took over, and silently calculated how much silver those ungrateful pirates stole from what should be rightfully his. His chest clenched painfully, more painful than even his ass.

If those tens of thousands of books had been sold rightfully, he could've even put himself on last year's List of Wealthiest Scholars if he wanted to!

The Emperor, gritting his teeth: "In all the cut-sleeve circles in the Capitol, no one dared to consort with Us, thus cursing Us to long lonely nights with only Our left and right hands for company."

The scholar's scalp burst with a layer of cold sweat, feeling as if he were finished.

Emperor: "We certainly cannot announce to the masses that We are actually a standard five and a half inches."

The scholar flashed upon the image of the emperor making this announcement to the masses. The corner of his mouth spasmed, nearly laughing aloud.

Emperor: "..."

The scholar hurriedly restored his face to an expression full of deep pain.

The emperor grasped the scholar's chin and turned him toward himself. "The Grand Princess said you were pretty good looking, so We wanted to see for Ourselves whether that was true."

Emperor: "If you were truly attractive, then We would have you, to vent Our heart's lust."

The scholar felt a retroactive fear. "And if it had been false?"

Emperor: "Then you'd be dragged out for fifty paddles, to vent Our heart's hatred."

Scholar: "..."

Either way his ass would be wrecked all the same.

Emperor: "From today on, you belong to Us. Stay with Us wholeheartedly, and We will ensure you win valedictorian."

In the imperial exam rankings, the emperor's opinion was very important.

The scholar felt a bit unfair. "In truth, this peasant had spent many years of hard work studying, with the guidance of a renowned instructor, and performed pretty well during this imperial exam; I had a pretty good shot to begin with..."

The emperor nodded. "Indeed, your answer was not bad. It was to Our liking."

The scholar's eyes lit up.

The emperor smiled with malice. "But if We do not allow you to win, then you can not win."

The scholar, tragically struck by a hidden rule: "..."

Emperor: "How about it?"

The scholar bowed his head and pondered, his hesitant expression gradually growing firm. After a moment, he jumped to his feet bare-assed, and stated, "This peasant fears he may not be able to obey."

The emperor furrowed his brow. "How so?"

Bare-assed, the scholar's face was resolute. "This peasant just remembered, Your Majesty had long ago wed the Chancellor's daughter as queen, and later also took the daughter of the High General of Weiwu as consort..."

The emperor's eyebrow quirked slightly.

Bare-assed, the scholar flicked a nonexistent sleeve, and cited with his head high, "If this peasant submits himself to Your Majesty in this situation, not only is it unfitting for custom, but it would be unfitting for morality."

His words concluded, the scholar climbed off the bed bare-assed, and searched for his clothes all over the floor.

The Emperor chuckled lightly. "You mean the Queen and Consort Jing?"

Continuing to bare-assedly look for his clothes, the scholar grumbled, "Correct."

The emperor bore a half-smile on his face. "Accompany Us to the rear palace, and you will understand."

The scholar declared, "This peasant has already made up his mind; I'm not going."

And so, the scrawny weakling scholar was hauled off by royal guards on his left and right to the rear palace.

The Emperor waved his hand, and the royal guards withdrew.

The Emperor led a mopey scholar in a few circles around the rear garden.

Turning a corner in a twisty corridor, the scholar caught the sight of two women pressed together.

The beautiful, haughty queen had the doe-like Consort Jing thrust against the wall.

Scholar: "..."

This must be the Queen having a jealous bout with Consort Jing!

The Emperor gave a light cough.

But neither the Queen nor Consort Jing seemed to hear, not even glancing in their direction.

The Queen tipped up Consort Jing's chin. "Little one, did We not feed you enough last night?"

Cheeks flushed red, Consort Jing shyly turned her head away.

Emperor: "..."

Scholar: "..."

And then, the Queen and Consort Jing resumed their PDA like no one was around, then went off hand-in-hand to fly kites.

Emperor: "Understand?"

Scholar: "...A little, perhaps."

Emperor: "The Queen and Consort Jing have felt this way for each other for a long time. The night before Our wedding, the Queen had originally planned to elope with Consort Jing to Dali."

Scholar: "..."

Dali again; why do you people have it out for Dali?

Emperor: "But the road is long and treacherous, and who knows how much hardship and danger two lone women would meet along the way. Furthermore, Consort Jing's constitution is frail from birth and may not withstand such turmoil, plus the Chancellor and the High General of Weiwu would be after them."

Emperor: "So We told the Queen that We were cut-sleeve, and they needed not escape. After a false wedding to Us, they could remain together long-term in the palace, and We would no longer be continuously urged to marry by the court. Everyone wins."

At the mention of being urged to marry, the emperor looked ready to cry tears of blood.

When members of the court bring up the topic of marriage, they will all do so in the format of a submitted petition, each petition bloated with tens of thousands of words, rambling from the ancestral customs to the kingdom's welfare, and then they'll kick up the dramatics to the point of threatening suicide, their power levels hundreds of times greater than a houseful of aunties gathered for the New Year.

Since it's been established from antiquity that the monarch cannot execute loyal advisors, the emperor is obliged to listen. He can only dream about dragging those old bones out the gate to be chopped a hundred times over.

The scholar came to a realization. "So then the reason Your Majesty has not sired children..."

The Emperor nodded. "We have never touched so much as a finger of theirs, and never will."

Emperor: "We prefer to touch you."

The scholar blushed red. "But if Your Majesty does not have heirs, you will still be urged by the court to do so all the same."

Emperor: "If We do not bear progeny, what of it?"

Scholar: "..."

In a flash the Emperor's countenance changed, his eyes glaring with authority. "All of you are so capable; come come come, you do the birthing, you come birth for Us."

The emperor's expression grew soft once more. "And then they dared not speak again."

Scholar: "Pfft."

A breeze swept past a flowering tree, as if tinted with a streak of soft light, and then right away, the fragrance-filled wind stole away between the two of them.

The two's eyes met for a long moment.

Using the folding fan signed by the scholar, the emperor gently lifted the scholar's chin, and asked softly, "So, are you willing or not?"

The scholar won valedictorian.

Having fulfilled the dream of both the scholar and eighteen generations of the scholar's ancestors, one could say he has honored his ancestors plenty.

From then on, the scholar began a life of attending court during the day, and being courted at night.

The emperor had a mischievous sense of humor. He ordered the scholar to revive the pen name Mt. Qiuming's Driving God, and return to his old work of writing fics.

But, this time the scholar only wrote for the ship of Emperor/newly ranked valedictorian, and none of it smutty; it was all fluff fic focused solely on romance.

The Emperor had a small shelf in his royal library, filled with the novellas written by the scholar.

Different subjects, different scenarios, but the main characters are always the Emperor and the scholar.

Emperor: "When We read these books of yours, it feels as if We had already spent many lifetimes with you."

The emperor was happy, but the Capital's fujoshi circle was full of wails and tears.

It's a disaster! The grandmaster has committed fandom adultery!

Changing ships was forgivable, but he didn't even write smut anymore. It was all fluff fic as pure as water.

The readers were all commenting they were going to die from blandness!

What they didn't know was, the grandmaster Mt. Qiuming's Driving God was still driving the smut train in private on the daily.

It's just that this train carried only the Emperor alone.

Whatever the Emperor wanted to read, the scholar wrote for His Majesty. And after the Emperor's done reading it, he'd put it into practice at night.

"Beep—Emperor Card."

[End]

Epilogue (F/M)

The Emperor arranged a marriage between the High General of Zhennan and the Grand Princess Difu.

He was as handsome as she was lovely, a well-matched couple.

But the Grand Princess was unwilling.

The emperor was puzzled. "The High General of Zhennan had already proved his worth on the battlefield at a young age. He's handsome and well-off, with land and status. Why, Dear Sister, are you unwilling?"

Princess: "I just feel like the High General of Zhennan trips my gaydar hard."

The High General of Zhennan was shocked. "Your Majesty! Your humble servant has been wronged!"

Emperor: "What gives you this impression, Dear Sister?"

Princess: "Maybe from a book I read."

Emperor: "...Could it be that one your brother-in-law wrote?"

The Grand Princess nodded.

Originally the Grand Princess had been fond of the handsome and mighty general...

But a shadow fell over her heart because of a zine!

The High General of Zhennan was as wronged as a blizzard in June. "Your humble servant is straight as a yardstick; I beg the Princess to verify!"

The Emperor waved his hand. "Your brother-in-law was writing nonsense. I've already disciplined him; no need to mention it further."

Later on, the High General of Zhennan spent a Herculean effort to pursue the Grand Princess. The Grand Princess finally agreed.

The two of them began a happy life together.

Aside from the Prince Consort always wanting to strangle his brother-in-law... everything was perfect.

End

#not mdzs #translation #chinese translation #humor #satire #short story #lu tiansu

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ringito · 2 months

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Post dedicated to collect information and form theories about the fic "i'll hold your hands (we'll make it on our own)" by @drownedghostie

This time I'm focusing on The Incident aka what happened to Regulus, Amelia, Emmeline & co.

This is probably the first part.

#The Board #Ghostie is Awesome #ihyh theories #ihyh brainrot #back on my bullshit #english is not my first language

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Part 2 of "Oh Baby"? Maybe Alexia and reader hiding the pregancy at the beginning because they want it to be just them at first. When reader is almost 5 months pregnant they tell the team and their family already knowing the gender.

Surprise (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

This is a part 2 to this fic so go check that out first! Sorry I ended up getting it out a couple days after I said I was going to but here it is, hope you all enjoy it!

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You sat in the waiting room of the doctors office, nervous about whether or not your girlfriend was going to show up. You knew the team had training today, but Alexia had told you that she should still be able to make the appointment. After a while, you assumed this was just going to have to be one of the appointments you did on your own. But as your name was called, Alexia came running in.

"Hey love. Am I too late?" She asked, kissing your cheek.

"Nope. Just on time," You replied giving her a small smile.

"I'm so sorry I was late. I know I told you I could make it, but then training ran over and there was a lot of traffic on the way," She began to explain.

You grabbed her hand stopping her, "It's okay. You're here now that's all that matters."

The both of you followed the nurse back to the room you would be in answering any question she had on the way. You held onto Alexia's hand tightly while you walked trying to seek any kind of comfort possible as you were anxious for what was to come.

"What's wrong baby?" Alexia questioned worryingly while the two of you were now sitting in the exam room waiting for the doctor to come see you.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just a little scared. What if something is wrong with Bean? Or they find something they didn't find last time? And finding out the gender is stressing me out a little bit. I know either way I'll be happy and when they grow up it'll ultimately be their decision but for some reason I just have an odd feeling about it all," you answered.

Bean is what the two of you had decided to call your baby. At least until you found out the gender and had decided on a name. Even though the both of you made it clear that as long as your child was happy and comfortable then their gender wouldn't matter, it just made it easier to find out the gender before trying to decide on a name.

"I'm sure everything will be fine. If there is something, then we'll get through it together, it'll be fine," Alexia reassured you, placing her hand on your thigh comfortingly.

The doctor eventually came in, and you now laid on the table with Alexia by your side holding your hand. The doctor was setting everything up for the ultrasound while explaining to the two of you what she expected to see at 20 weeks. She also made sure that the two of you wanted to find out the gender of the baby which was something both of you were a hundred percent ready for. She placed the cold gel on your now decently large belly and started the machine.

"So far everything looks good and normal and- Woah"

"Woah?" You and Alexia both asked in nervous unison.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. One second, I just need to get a better look at this," The doctor said readjusting the ultrasound.

"Well was it a good woah or a bad woah?" You asked concerned.

"You guys are gonna have to decide that yourselves."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Alexia asked even more confused.

"There's two of them," She answered.

"Two what? Two babies? There are two babies inside of me?" The doctor nodded.

"We're having twins?" Alexia asked again.

"Yes, the two of you are having twins. One of them must've been further down in your pelvis and hidden behind the other baby where we couldn't see before," She confirmed turning the little TV around so we could see the both of them.

"Woah," We both said at the same time now intrigued.

The doctor chuckled at our reaction before pointing out, "And you can see here this one is a girl, and this little one over here is a boy."

"Wow. A boy and a girl," I said turning to look at Alexia with tears in my eyes.

"A boy and a girl," she repeated. "I would've never expected that," she added, chuckling and pecking my lips before wiping away my tears.

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Later that evening, you and Alexia were cuddling on the couch watching TV when a thought popped in your head, "Hey babe?"

"Yeah?" She placed her phone down on the coffee table giving you her full attention.

"When are we going to start telling people? I mean I know I haven't seen anyone for a few weeks because of my ankle rehab, but my stomach is getting pretty big. I'm sure if we met up with the team it would be noticeable that there is a little bean in there," You asked.

"That's a good point. I haven't really thought about it that much. If it's okay with you maybe we invite Alba over tonight, get her to bring us dinner on the way since we haven't eaten yet, and just tell her after we eat. We're also supposed to get dinner with my mom after our game on Saturday so we could just tell her then," She replied.

"Thats perfect. We could also invite the team over on Sunday for brunch or something and tell them since it's your off day. Then we can just facetime my parents tonight and let them know," You added.

"Sounds great. I'll call Alba right now."

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We called my parents while Alba was on the way over, and they seemed to be very excited. They were definitely surprised and said that they couldn't wait for the little babies to finally come and them be able to visit. It was always hard for you to be so far away from your family but being with Alexia and her family made up for it.

When Alba got to the apartment, she knocked on the door waiting for someone to let her in. You groaned, slowly getting up off the couch, but as soon as you got to the door it opened.

"Alba, what the hell? I just got off the couch only for you to let yourself in," you said fuming.

"I was just trying to make sure you get your exercise in but you were too slow so I just used the spare key," she teased.

You followed her into the kitchen where she set the food on the counter.

"That key is under the mat for emergencies only," you argued.

"It was an emergency, my feet started to hurt I felt like I was standing for so long," she joked.

You rolled your eyes hitting her shoulder as Alexia walked into the kitchen.

"Can the two of you not bicker with each other for 5 minutes?" She asked annoyed.

"Oh come on Ale, you know it's all out of love. Right, Y/N?" she hugged you waiting for your response.

"Eh" you smirked causing her to hit your shoulder harder than you did hers.

"Ow Alba you bi-" you went to run after her but Ale pulled you back.

"You've gotta be careful with those little things in your belly"

"I know. I can be careful and still kick her ass. I promise," you challenged.

She chuckled, "I don't doubt that you could, but how about we just eat some dinner instead."

So the three of you sat down to eat having a normal conversation until you bit into a cucumber in your salad. You spit it out immediately running to the bathroom.

"What's wrong? You okay?" Alexia asked immediately.

"I just ate a cucumber. I think I'm going to throw up," you said disgusted.

"I thought she liked cucumbers?" Alba asked confused.

"She does, well she did, her appetite is just a little bit different now" Ale responded.

"Now? What's that supposed to mean?" she questioned.

"Nothing" Ale replied a little too quickly.

"What are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing I'm just gonna go check on Y/N. I'll be right back," Alexia got up from the table before Alba could say anything further.

You were leaning over the toilet in the bathroom when you heard the door open. You soon felt a hand pull the hair back from out of your face and a comforting hand running up and down your back.

"Are you okay love?" You just nodded slowly making your way to your feet with the help of Alexia.

"You sure? You don't have to go back out there if you don't want to. I can just tell her" She wrapped her arms around you tightly.

You shook your head, "No I want to be there with you when you do it" you said leaning into her embrace.

"Okay," She held you for a little longer until pulling away and grabbing your hand to lead you to where Alba was now in the living room sitting on the couch with her feet up watching something on the TV.

"Well make yourself at home why don't you?" Alexia said sarcastically.

"Glad you said that because I already did,"Alba replied jokingly.

"We can see that," You muttered under your breath chuckling.

"Is there something you guys need to tell me? Because you're acting weird," Alba said turning serious.

"Actually there is something pretty big we want to share with you," you said sitting in Alexia's lap on the opposite side of the couch facing Alba.

"Good news or bad?" she questioned concerned.

"Definitely good," you started.

"Very good," Alexia added grinning. "We have a couple of buns in the oven," Alexia stated excitedly, placing her hand on your belly.

"Really? When did you put them in there? Surely they're burnt by now?" she said getting up to check the oven, completely missing Alexia's gesture causing you and Alexia to both laugh.

"There isn't anything in here," she yelled from the kitchen confused.

"Different kind of bun in the oven Alba," you yelled back.

"Oh? What other kind is there?" she said closing the oven still confused. "DIOS MIO," she yelled running back into the living room, "you mean in there?" she pointed at your stomach.

Both you and Alexia nodded.

"I'm gonna be an auntie!" she jumped around excitedly. "My little niece or nephew is in there," she said placing her hand on your stomach.

"Niece and nephew," Alexia corrected.

"There's two? A boy and a girl?" She asked intrigued.

"Yep it's gonna be wild," you replied.

"Wow! I'm so excited. This is the best news I've gotten in like a month," she said chuckling.

"What happened last month?"

"This dress I wanted to buy online went on clearance," she answered causing you to roll your eyes.

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Saturday morning came and Alexia had to leave earlier in the morning to get ready for the game so you were home alone at the moment. You ate breakfast and showered before getting ready to go to the game yourself. You eventually arrived at the Johan Cruyff Stadium finding your seats next to Alba and Eli.

"Hola Y/N, I haven't seen you in a while," Eli said greeting you.

"I know, I've missed you," you said pulling her into a hug before taking your seat between her and Alba.

"Hola hermanita," you said facing Alba.

"Hey y/n/n, how are the little ones?" she asked whispering.

"They are very good but shut up because your mum doesn't know yet," you responded.

"You told me before Mama? I knew you loved me," she replied.

"Don't be annoying," you rolled your eyes.

As the game ended, you made your way down onto the field. You said hello and congratulated your teammates on the good game and 5-0 win. Making your way over to where Mapi, Ale, and Leila were you ran into Alexia's arms.

"Baby be careful. What if I didn't catch you?" she said concerned.

"Don't be so protective, I knew you would that's why I jumped," you said kissing her cheek before turning to the others.

You hugged Mapi and Leila, talking with them until the team were needed back in the locker room. You gave Ale another hug telling her you would meet her at the restaurant with her mom before making your way back to Eli and finding the car.

Once you made it to the restaurant you sat chatting with Eli until Alexia arrived. The three of you ended up having a lovely dinner catching up on everything. After you had finished eating Alexia looked toward you asking if now was a good time and you nodded.

"So Mama, we have a surprise for you," she started.

"Uh oh I don't like surprises," she replied.

"Don't worry, you'll like this one," you said handing her a bag.

She pulled out a jersey from in the bag inspecting the front.

"A Barça jersey? I already have tons of these,"she stated confused.

"Look at the back mum,"Ale rolled her eyes.

She flipped it over to see 'Abuela' as the name on the back with a number 2. She had tears in her eyes when she turned to you.

"I knew it. I had a feeling you were pregnant. You were acting weird today and Alba was unusually nice to you," she explained. "Aw I'm so happy. My first grandbaby!" she added getting up to hug you.

"Actually mama the 2 on the jersey is for two babies. Because we're having twins," Alexia commented, adding to the surprise.

"Two? Wow that'll be a handful. This is so great, I love you both so much and my new grandbabies," Eli exclaimed pulling the two of you into a tight hug.

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After Saturday's dinner with her mom, you and Ale headed home, sleeping soundly before the chaos that would ensue the next morning for the team brunch. Alexia had texted on the group chat a couple days ago letting everyone know they could come over Sunday morning but not telling them anything about our anouncement.

Everyone ended up showing up around 10:30 in the morning ready to eat and have a good time. You and Alexia had it planned out to where there were games set up to keep everyone entertained and as a form of team bonding while they waited for the food to be served. As you and Ale were finishing the last bit of cooking in the kitchen, you could hear the normally rambunctious group of Mapi, Leila, Jenni, and Pereira trying to rile up everyone else during some board game they were getting overly competitive about.

You finished setting the large table and putting out all of the food before you walked over to Ale who was finishing up getting the drinks ready. You placed your arm around her waist kissing her cheek.

"You ready for this?" she asked turning toward you.

"More than ready," you stated pecking her lips.

"Hey lovebirds, can we eat yet?" Mapi asked poking her head into the kitchen.

"Yes you may Mapi," you chuckled.

"FOOD'S READY!!" she yelled causing you and Alexia to wince but the rest of the team to come running.

You all sat around the table eating and talking about random things from football to some weird food Mapi made Leila try last week. With everyone engaged in conversation, you took the time to slip away to your bedroom and grab the ultrasound pictures you and Alexia planned to use to tell the team the news.

Once you came back to the table, you looked at Ale telling her it was now or never. So she stood up getting everyone's attention by tapping her glass.

"We have an anouncement to make," Alexia declared pulling you to stand with her.

"You're getting married!" Leila shouted trying to guess.

"They're already married you idiot, "Mapi said slapping the back of her head.

"Okay that's not it but..." you said interrupting their arguing, "...We are having twins!" you shouted pulling out the two pictures of your babies.

Everyone sat shocked, staring at the pictures until Jana jumped up.

"Yay babies! I'm so excited for you guys. I'm gonna be the best babysitter," she said pulling you and Alexia into a hug.

"This is so cute. Wait how far along are you?" Frido asked excitedly.

"Five months," you replied.

"WHAT?" Everyone asked collectively.

"How did you keep it a secret that long?" Jenni questioned.

"It's really not that hard to keep a secret Jenni. You just have a loud mouth," Alexia said causing everyone to laugh.

"You mean to tell us that we had no idea you are having a baby let alone two babies for five whole months?" Mapi asked.

"Yes exactly that," you answered.

"Wow that's crazy but sick. I can be a better babysitter than Jana though," Mapi added hugging you.

Pulling away from the hug you replied, "You will not be allowed to babysit."

After listening to Mapi whine about why she wasn't gonna babysit, everyone came up giving hugs to both you and Alexia and congratulating the two of you.Eventually everyone sank back into everyday conversation, and you began to think about how lucky you were. You basically had three loving families: your own, your wife's, and your team. And now you were getting the opportunity to share that with your children and raise them around some of the strongest women you know.

"What are you thinking about?" Alexia asked you, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"Just our family, and how much support and love our children are going to feel growing up. I'm grateful to have all these wonderful people in our lives, and I'm especially grateful for you because you make my life better everyday," you said looking around at all your teammates around the room and settling on your wife next to you, holding her hand.

"I love you so much," she whispered kissing you passionately.

"Te quiero," you smiled pecking her lips once more.

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through the hourglass 334. brb x oc

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He rubs his eyes as soon as he gets in the base, thankfully he was safe from the storm in there because, wow, that shit was intense. He sent Bea a message to let her know he arrived safely and was now making his way to Cyclone’s office.

The familiar hum of activity greeted Rooster as he navigated through the bustling halls of the base. The contrast between the stormy chaos outside and the controlled, determined energy inside was palpable. Rooster exchanged nods and brief greetings with colleagues as he made his way to Cyclone's office.

Upon reaching the door, Rooster knocked twice before entering. Cyclone, immersed in a stack of paperwork, looked up . "Rooster, good to see you. Come in. How’s everything?”

Rooster stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Survived the storm, sir. The family's hunkered down at home. How are things here?"

Cyclone sighed, gesturing to the paperwork scattered across his desk. "Finishing the Mark mess and figuring out how we’ll deal with his aunt.”

“Oh.”

“It’ll be messy and we’re trying hard to keep this under wraps,” Cyclone frowns, “Last thing we need is this exploding far beyond our reach.”

Rooster nodded in understanding, taking a seat across from Cyclone. The weight of the situation hung in the air, "I get it, sir. The Mark situation was… a nightmare.What's the plan?"

Cyclone leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over the paperwork. "We're coordinating with Internal Affairs and the FBI to ensure a thorough investigation. Mark's actions have implications beyond just his own conduct. We need to root out any potential internal issues and ensure there's no further damage."

“You need anything from me,sir?”

Cyclone appreciated Rooster's commitment, his gaze flicking to him " You've been through a lot, and I appreciate your dedication. But…your reports are extremely thorough. Right now,I need you to be prepared for your promotion, it might take a few weeks or days longer because of this whole shit storm but…it’ll happen LC."

Rooster nods in thanks, “Uh…you said I needed to sign some stuff up sir?”

Cyclone nodded, reaching for a folder on his desk. He handed it to Rooster, "Yes, your promotion paperwork. With the chaos around Mark, we've had to put some administrative matters on hold. Your promotion was one of them."

Rooster accepted the folder, flipping it open to review the documents as he grabbed a pen from Cyclone’s desk.

Cyclone continued, "Once everything settles with the investigations, we'll hold a formal ceremony. I believe the team could use some…positive news, and your promotion is a beacon of that in these trying times."

"Thank you, sir," Rooster said, genuinely grateful."I'll make sure to uphold the standards expected of my new rank."

Cyclone nodded, "I have full confidence in your abilities, Bradshaw. You've proven yourself time and again."

Rooster smiles more, looking down at the papers as he inhales, “...I did learn from the best.” Cyclone huffed, in annoyance, but he does agree, “...sir may I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Is Cpt.Pete Mitchell..” he pauses, “Is my uncle– did he mention retirement to you?”

Cyclone regarded Rooster with a thoughtful expression, leaning back in his chair and taking way too long to reply. "Pete mentioned considering retirement, yes. He's been talking about it for a while now. I think he's weighing his options and trying to find the right time to step down."

"I've had some conversations with him about it," Cyclone continued, interlacing his hands together. "He's dedicated to the team, but he's also aware that change is inevitable. It's a big decision, and he's taking his time to ensure a smooth transition."

Rooster couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions at the thought of Pete's retirement. He…felt scared, deep inside, he knew Pete mentioned it months ago, he knew it was in his mind but…ever since then Rooster hasn’t stopped thinking about it. “...I see,sir.”

Cyclone observed Rooster's reaction and leaned forward slightly. "Look, Rooster, Pete's been an integral part of this team for a long time. His decision, whenever it comes, will undoubtedly have an impact. But change doesn't mean the end. It's an opportunity for growth, for new perspectives."

Rooster nodded, though the unease lingered in his expression. "I understand, sir. Change is part of the job. Just... Pete's been like a father figure to me, you know?"

Cyclone nodded in understanding. "He's been a mentor to many. “ Cyclone’s words even surprised Rooster, they were genuine, “We'll ensure a smooth transition. Pete's not the kind to leave without ensuring the team is in capable hands."

"I trust your judgment, sir," Rooster said, a determined glint in his eyes. "And if he needs my support during this transition, I'm…I’m here."

Cyclone acknowledged the commitment, appreciating Rooster's loyalty to the team. "I'll keep you in the loop, Rooster. Now,” and he grabs the file from Rooster’s hand, “Enjoy your leave,son. Try not to worry too much.”

Rooster stood, saluting Cyclone. "Thank you, sir. I'll do my best to enjoy the break and be ready for whatever comes next."

Cyclone returned the salute. "Take care, Rooster. We'll be in touch."

As Rooster left Cyclone's office, he felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. He checked his phone for any messages from Beatrice, finding three waiting for him. He smiles, his heart feels less heavy by seeing her name on his screen.

Bea (10:00)

I wrote stuff down! For the trip!

Bea (10:15)

Woops!Sorry! I forgot you were busy

Bea (10:15)

Rooster smiled at Beatrice's messages,he quickly replied, reassuring her that he was on his way home and eager to hear about the plans she had in mind for their family trip. She asked him if he was okay, if everything was okay.

He was…mixed up inside.

Rooster's reply was swift, assuring Beatrice that he was fine and looking forward to spending time with her and the kids. The unease about Pete's potential retirement lingered in the back of his mind, but he pushed it aside for the moment.

He huffs, sliding his phone back in his pocket, then running his hands through his hair as he looks up at the sky. The rain was a drizzle now, but it was still there.

He wondered if Bea minded talking about that.

Rooster walks inside the house only to pause, seeing…several notes sprawled on the living room floor with Beatrice sitting in the center, legs crossed, the twins resting on her thighs while Nicole was lying on top of Jack, who snorted in his sleep.

Jolene wagged her tail in greeting to Rooster while Eleanor just ignored him to press her snout to the window by the door. He leans down to pet both dogs, then furrows his brows, “Gorgeous?”

“Hm? Oh,hi roos!”

“Hey…” he looks around, “What’s all this?”

“Oh,I’m writing stuff up for when we go to Disney, I know it’s a lot but I want it to be a safe venture for everyone.”

"Sounds like you've got everything under control, gorgeous.“ he steps over some of the papers, “You’ve been doing this since I left?”

Beatrice gestured to the notes scattered around her. "I've been researching the best times to visit each attraction, where to grab food, and even the optimal spots for watching parades and shows. I want us to make the most of our time there. Without stress.”

Rooster couldn't help but smile at Beatrice's meticulous planning. "Impressive. You've turned our living room into a Disney command center."

"Well, it's a big trip, Rooster. I want it to be memorable for everyone. The kids and your first visit to Disneyland? That's a big deal!"

He joined her in the center of the living room, sitting down amidst the notes and papers. The dogs settled on either side of him, while Nikki waddled over, landing on his lap. "Anything I can help with?”

Beatrice handed Rooster a list of attractions. "Here, you can check the list of thrill rides. I know you love a good adrenaline rush."

Rooster glanced at the list, "Haunted Mansion, Space Mountain, and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, huh? Looks like we're in for a wild ride."

"Just make sure to pace yourself. We wouldn't want you to turn green on the tea cups."

Rooster feigned offense, "Me? Turn green? Never." he smirks, “I’m a pilot, honey.”

“Yes and I worry about you.” she smiles, the twins happily dozing off on her thighs, “How was the meeting? Everything okay?”

Rooster nodded, but his lips pursed "The meeting went as expected. Investigations are progressing, but it's still a tangled web. We're doing our best to ensure things go right and,you know, stay within.."

Beatrice's expression softened and one of her hands touched his cheek. "It must be tough dealing with all of that. But you know, once we're at Disneyland, we can leave all the worries behind. It'll be our family time to just enjoy each other's company."

"You're right, gorgeous.” he kisses her palm, keeping her hand there.

Bea’s eyes stayed on him and then she furrowed her brows, “...you look worried still.” damn she was so good, “What’s bothering you?”

He sighed, kissing her palm and keeping his lips there for a few seconds, adjusting Nicole on his grasp, “...I think Mav’s retiring.” he whispers, “...I…I had to ask Cyclone about it but…I think it’ll happen. Soon. Maybe.”

Beatrice's gaze held his and she said “...oh.” She knew that Maverick's retirement was a significant development, not just for Rooster but for the entire family and while he mentioned it…it was hard to imagine it. " That's a big step for him."

Rooster nodded, a heaviness in his chest. "Yeah. He's talked about it before, but I guess it's becoming more imminent now.” he frowns, “I…I don’t know why I…part of me doesn��t want to believe I guess.”

Beatrice hummed, then stopped messing with the papers to scoot closer to Rooster - while holding the twins - and then giving him a small smile, “...he’s your uncle,Roos. Your godfather and…well, your father figure.” she whispers, “And, he’s been around your life for a long, long time, even in the Navy.”

Rooster's eyes softened as he looked at Beatrice, brown irises shivering as he tries to hold back the tears. He looked so young like this. "Yeah, he has. Mav's been there through it all." he chuckles dryly, “...feels silly feeling like this.”

“Why?”

“It’s not like I’ll never see him again.”

“We had this convo before,Roos.” she whispers helpfully, tilting her head, “You can’t feel guilty about missing Mav around the base. Even if you do see him out of it, you know? He’s important to everyone but especially you.”

Rooster nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. Beatrice's words were a balm to his worries, but the impending change weighed on him. "I know. It's just... I've never known a Navy without Mav. He's been like a constant anchor, you know? Now, imagining the base without him, it's hard."

Beatrice gently cupped Rooster's face, urging him to meet her eyes. "Change is always tough, especially when it comes to someone as significant as Mav. But remember, retirement doesn't mean the end of your relationship with him. He'll still be your uncle, your godfather, and, most importantly, your family. And family sticks together, no matter what."

Rooster managed a faint smile, grateful for Beatrice's words . "You always know what to say, don't you?"

She chuckled, her fingers tracing comforting patterns on his cheek. "I've had some practice. Plus, I know you pretty well, Roos."

He leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth and reassurance she offered. "Yeah, you do." he inhales shakily, clenching his eyes, “...do you think I made him proud?” she recoils her head a bit in surprise, “Mav? Do you think he’s proud of me?”

She was pretty sure Mav told him that before, “...Roos, you think there’s more you could’ve done?” Beatrice's gaze softened as she gently brushed away a stray tear that escaped from the corner of Rooster's eye. "Oh,honey…Roos, I've seen the way Mav looks at you. He's always been proud of you. Your dedication, your sense of duty, your commitment to family—he sees it all. If anything, he's probably proud of the man you've become and the family you've built. You don’t have to keep proving yourself like that."

Rooster took a deep breath, absorbing Beatrice's words. "I just–."

"Baby.” she smiles, “Baby, he loves you. He is proud of you…you don’t have to worry about that.”

Beatrice's comforting words hung in the air, a soothing balm to Rooster's troubled thoughts. He nodded, his gaze fixed on her, the storm outside had subsided, leaving behind a quiet calm that mirrored the peace settling within the Bradshaw home.

And his heart.

"Thanks, gorgeous," Rooster whispered, his voice vulnerable and quiet "Sometimes, it's just hard to shake off those doubts."

She kissed his forehead, the gentlest of touches. "We all have our moments of doubt, Roos. But remember, you're not alone in this. You've got a family who loves you, supports you, and believes in you, no matter what."

Rooster nodded, a weight lifting from his shoulders. "Thank you gorgeous…. You're my rock."

"And you're mine." she smiled, her thumb brushing away the last remnants of his tears. "Do you want to shower? Relax a bit? I can handle this whole thing, if you want.”

Rooster nodded gratefully, appreciating the offer. "Yeah, a shower sounds good. Thanks, gorgeous. You're amazing." Nicole babbled on his lap and he kissed her head, “Yeah,mama is amazing, baby girl.”

Beatrice chuckled, giving him a playful salute. "Just doing my wifely duties, LC Bradshaw. Go on, treat yourself to a relaxing shower.” she whispers, “Come here Nikki.” he does lean down to peck her lips, smiling when she giggled against his mouth before he walked away.

He neared the stairs when she called him, “Yeah?”

He could only see part of her torso as she leaned forward, “..You are worth everything.” she smiles, “You really are,Roos.”

Rooster's heart swelled with gratitude as he looked back at Beatrice. His heart felt so light and his cheeks warmed up instantly.

He smiled, affection in his gaze. "So are you, gorgeous. So are you." With those words hanging in the air, Rooster ascended the stairs.

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