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sliceofajayke · 11 months

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enhypen as dads

here are some headcannons on how i think enha will be as dads :)

warnings; babies, talk of pregnancy, theres a mention of sex in hoons but nothing graphic.. thats all i think but plz lemme know if you see anything that should be added<3

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heeseung <3

-okok right from the beginning, when he had first found out u were preggers he started singing to ur belly

-and at night he cant sleep and he thinks ur asleep he'll talk to ur belly

-like if ure having really bad morning sickness he'll be like

-"hey baby,, i know ur growing in there but please dont give ur momma too much of hard time... we love you forever and always and we can't wait for you to get here"

-and suddenly the next day you got no morning sickness!! so hee kisses ur belly "thank u baby u always listen to dada huh?"

-okay now for gender. reveal!! he doesnt care if the baby is a boy or a girl

-he just wants to be able to hold his baby in his arms, and he got sososo excited when the doctor told yall so the doctor asks "oh were you hoping for a girl?"(first one is girl i feel like theyll all be really good girl dads)

-and u giggle "he wasnt hoping for anything specific. hes just happy that were this far along cuz that mean babes coming out soon"

-and we'll skip to birth. hee has done so much reading on parenting books, and all that jazz

-but when babygirl finally comes hes in tears and forgot everything he read. hes just too happy. he sees you holding his baby and he thinks, despite the sweat and tears. this is the most beautiful you look because you have been so strong and brave through out the whole process

-u call him over and ask if hes ready to hold her and something snaps in him "oh um... can i??"

- he just got so worried?? for some reason?? so the nurse smiles and tells him to go sit on the chair so she can pass her to him and while sitting he remembers skin to skin right right

-so he takes off his shirt and when baby is in the nurses arms she starts crying soso hard,

- but once baby was place into hees arms and lying on his bare chest she immediately stops "oh babygirl... hi its dada"

-and ik babies dont really smile unless they're pooping or smthng but the baby smiles at him with her eyes closed

-skip to her first everything,, hee has it all filmed, her first steps, her first taste of solid food, any of her first, you name it

-he'll be one of those dads who are sososo encouraging of every single thing she does

-(even if shes bad at it... "who cares what they say. if you like doing it then continue doing it. only quit if its for yourself not for them")

-shes a lovely singer, she'll somehow remember the songs hee would sing to her while she was in mommas belly and when she was a baby

-he'll cry when shes 10 years old because "my baby... shes not a baby anymore shes in her double digits:((" and she'll hug him even if she feels embarrassed and whispers to him "dont worry dad. i wont be a baby forever. but i'll always be your girl"

-thats what he calls her "my girl" he originally called u that

-and he still does,, whenever he gets home he goes "where are my girls?" or if his babygirl wins something he goes "thats my girl!"

-hes just a really good supportive dad:(( she'll even go to both her parents if shes having relationship problems because she can trust them and they are very trusting of her

jay <3

-ok so jay i think u’d just tell him straight up that ur pregnant

-u guys have been trying for a while and it finally happened so he was very very happy

-i think jay will also talk to ur belly

-he’ll tell baby a lot of random fun facts

-even tell baby about how big/small they are at the moment

-when baby comes hes just ready for it all.

-hes very encouraging of you, tells you that you did amazing before even taking a look at the crying baby

-finally when its his turn to hold his babyboy hes ready.

-the nurse takes the baby from ur arms and tells jay he can either stand or sit on the couch, he prefers to stand

-so he takes off his shirt and holds his arms out for baby

-jay cries while looking at his baby

- so baby is a bit older now, like hee. jay films all the firsts… and seconds

-baby is really smart too

-jay actually got his son an ipad

-but the kid is NOT an ipad kid, he’s actually very very good at time management???

-all the games on the kids ipad are actually some kind of learning games (reading apps, those crossword games, etc.)

-jay loves cooking and so does his son.

-it started from watching his dad cook

-to mixing the soup on the stove

-and finally to just jay watching and tell him what to do/add next

-actually on mothers day and ur birthday they’ll make u breakfast in bed

-their bond is very good<3

jake <3

-so lets say u nd jake already have some fur babies

-yall got two doggo okok so u dress them up wearing those ‘best big sister’ nd ‘best big brother’ sweaters

- “go to daddy” so they do:)

-with u following them slowly so you can see his reaction and he baby talks the dogs lol

-”now what are u silly babies wearing?”

-he takes them both on his lap and his eyes widened when he was able to read it,,

-the pups jump off his lap cuz jake sounded excited so they want to be excited too!!

-”no way…” he goes to run to you nd tbh he almost ran into you so he hugged u

-”is this for real? plz dont be a sick joke”

-”of course its real!”

-he kisses you

-a lot

-he kisses all over ur face nd all over ur belly

-so for this ultrasound its pretty late into the pregnancy and suddenly there are two heartbeat

-”oUR BABY HAS TWO HEARTS?!?”

- both u and the doctor laugh and tell him that has to mean twins

-so u guys go home and suddenly panic arises again

-”....i need to redesign the babyroom”

-u guys have a boy and a girl <3

- so both are very into music and sports

- he teaches them everything he knows and he loves loves LOVES bragging about his kids

- he doesn't do it on purpose but..

- heeseung is telling the group about how his daughter won at her school talent show and jake cant help but mention his kids

-”ohhh *son and daughter* love singing too! actually they’ve been practicing as a duo wanna see a video?!” (he’ll pull out the video before anyone can even say yes)

-hes very good at helping them regulate their emotions too, he lets them feel what it is and lets them talk about them openly

-he never raises his voice at them and if by chance his kids get so angry that they raise their voice at him??

-they’ll immediately apologize because they know its wrong and they’ll say that they promise to do their best not to do it again

-kids are hard especially if theres two the same age

-they argue a lot

- A LOT

- they always make up very quickly, jake and u don’t even have to interfere.

- BUT when u do have to interfere that means it gets really bad

- idk theyre kids so lets say they broke eachothers crayon :(

-both are crazy mad at each other, daughter is a daddys girl, son is a mommys boy

-first move as parents; get them to stop crying

-second to figure out why it all started

- “we wanted to share but we got mad”

- (y'all bought them each a set of crayons…)

- in the end, they make up and showed u their shared drawing of their family… with an extra member

“mommy and daddy we want a baby sibling”

sunghoon <3

-ok hoon wants a baby soooo bad

- he’ll always send u tiktoks of babies and their familes that show up on his fyp and goes like “could be us soon”

-what he doesn't know is that u are pregnant

-idk why u thought he wouldnt want a baby but thats what u thought

-anyway u talk to jay nd ur like “how tf do i tell him?? what if he doesnt want a baby?”

-*que sunghoon sending u another baby related tiktok*

-jay goes “... he spams u with baby and family tiktoks u really think he doesnt want that??”

-”maybe??” anyway so now u go home, thinking instead of how to tell him, not of a bad reaction from him

-finally u thought of it

-make a tiktok revealing it(not posting it publicly just yet. u just saved it to ur phone)

-tiktok is pictures with music first, pictures from ur first date, …post sex selfie(its a cute one ok like ur both smiley) of the date you most likely conceived baby

-then it comes to videos, theres one where u guys were making dinner and started dancing together,

-one where u guys are just smiling at the camera together then he attacks u w kisses

-finally the reveal of the pregnancy test and u at the end saying “im pregnant”

-so you send him that video while ur in the kitchen and hes on the couch living room

the text read “babe look at this cute baby video!!” and he clicks it so fast

-he watched it one… two… three more times and hes crying by the end of it

-”i love you so much!!”

-baby is now born and hes just the happiest hes ever been

-he has a baby boy:((

-i think he’ll record everything and anything his kid does and saves it all until his son is of age to consent to his parents to post his baby photos/videos

-his son loves it lol, he actually encouraged his dad to make an instagram for him so when hes old enough to post on his own he’ll post on that account

-but sunghoons account is basically u, his son, family photos and like a selfie every now and then

-he’ll encourage his son to do everything he wants.

-ur son wants to sing?? sunghoon will bring him to the studio and let him record a bit

-he wants to play soccer?? he’ll go to every single practice day and night

-he wants to ice skate?? hoon will be the best coach

-hoon will never ever force him though. if his kid wants out he’ll try to encourage them to keep trying but if they really dont want it, its over then

-hoon rememinds them if they ever wanna try again that they always can

-by the time his son is a teenager, hoon likes to think of himself as a dad and a friend

-so when his son comes to him with a problem hoon will ask “do you want dad advice first or friend advice first?”

-he’ll always give advice from both perspectives too so his son makes the final decisions on things based on that

-anytime u are out for business, they’ll have movie nights nd fall asleep on the couch together, ur sons head on hoons shoulder and hoons head resting ontop ur sons head<3

sunoo <3

-ok honestly see sunoo as such a good girl dad:((

-he found out u were pregnant before u even did lol

-he made u ur favorite food but u didnt want to eat it so he was like “???”

-he gets excited then says “i’ll be right back!”

-he left to get u take out and to buy some pregnancy tests. he lets u eat first then shows u the tests

-”if u arent we could always try again,, but i’m pretty sure u are” so u took a few

-all were positive

-sunoo smiles the biggest u’ve ever seen him smile

-he picks u up nd twirls u around

-so now ur going to ur 5 months ultrasound, u want to have a gender reveal party but sunoo just wants to know(he does want to have a party tho)

-he jokes with the doctor “if i slip u a signed photo card will u tell me the gender” that earned him a smack from u lol

-u give the envelope with the gender to two j’s cuz they volunteered the fastest

-as much as u guys like the whole blue for boy and pink for girls,, u didnt want that to be the colours so u did purple for girls and orange for boys

-jake and jay made cupcakes but somehow made them all brown…

-they forgot the food colouring lol

-anyway they whispered it to sunoo and sunoo begins to jump around “A BABY GIRRLLL”

-so now the birthing… sun couldnt control his face, this was a beautiful moment but gosh did it look…

-not so beautiful, but his babygirl is here!!

-after a little bit u tell him to lie next to u, he said there was no room so u made room

-”now there is room. lets look at our babygirl together” <3

-now her first birthday,,, sunoo couldnt help himself, he calls her princess so it was princess themed!

-she looked so cute in pigtails, her tiara and of course her little purple princess dress:((

-he also records everything at the party, hes vlogging it all

-so she grows up a bit nd he shows her the video as he does her hair

-”did mom do my hair or did u?” “ i did isnt it obvious?”

-“...dang dad thank goodness u got better at this” “excuse me young lady?” they laugh

-anyway now ur girl is hmm 16

-sunoo still calls her princess and she loves it. she gets princess treatment

-sometimes they even kick u out of the front seat so she sit beside her dad as she drives🤭🤭

jungwon <3

-wonie loves loves kids

-when he goes to film some content with kids he LOVES to send u little videos and pictures of him and the kids hes filming with

-when he gets home, u nd the 6 boys are there. u planned it all together

-so u ask him to check the oven cuz ur baking(u didn't actually bake it, u bought it lol)

-”babe its not even hot… are u sure u baked?”

-"oh wonnnie what did you just do?”

“...take bread out of the oven?”

-”jungwon its buns.. theres buns in the oven”

-”..what does that even mean”

-”...shES PREGENT WON.. BUN IN THE OVEN!!”

- he dropped the bread lol

-finally when it registered in his mind he ran to u nd hugged u “but why did u tell them first??”

-okay baby is born and hes in tears

-”are you okay?...our baby is crying and the doctors and nurses got him rn.” he says wiping ur hair out of ur face

-”i’m okay.. and i’m so happy but in so much pain ahaha”

-he smiled and kissed ur forehead, then ur nose nd finally ur lips.

-the nurse brings the now clean baby to u and gently places baby in ur arms

-”she looks so beautiful..” “she’s gnna grow up to be just like you y/n”

-jungwon was wrong. babygirl looks exactly like him but with longer hair hehe

-she even has his deep deep dimples, shes so cute when she smiles:((

-both of u cant even be mad that she looks like him(he realllyyy wanted a mini u when he gets a daughter)

-anyway now shes like 3? she loves calling her dadda for everythinggg

-she wants to play princess? dadda on his way

-she wants a piggyback ride for the 960427195 time? dadda is on his way

-she still counts on him always now that shes older, just now she calls him dad.

-dad always drops anything and everything for her.

-dads filming some content but his personal ringtone for his babygirl goes off. hes outta there

-she loves to dance too!!

-actually she watches jungwons dance from i-land(she hasnt watched the show yet but she seen a lot of the happier clips/edits)

-she tries to copy it a lot cuz she wants to be just like him dancing wise

-anyway shes a total daddys girl

(uncle) ni-ki <3

-alright we know ni-ki is… well you know how ni-ki is

-but he is the best babysitter ever!!

-he’ll come over without even getting asked to lol

-”hi guys i’m here to babysit!”

-”...but ni-ki we weren't even going out today..”

-”yeah well i got bored so get out of here so i can hang out with my minis”

-so they leave ni-ki with the children

- ni-ki is actually a really good babysitter, he knows how to have fun but also knows when things get too far

- “alright kiddos show me where your parents hide the candy. we get 2 pieces each after a healthy dinner”

-he knows his hyungs hide the candy high up cuz the kids cant reach it

-when things get out of hand, he will never ever raise his voice.

-he’ll give a big sigh and the kids just know to stop what theyre doing and to listen to him

-he wont ever use 'negative’ words i.e instead of “no fighting” he’ll say smthng like “lets all get along”

-then he sets up some music for them to dance to

-if they ask him, he’ll dance with them too

-they’ll even ask him to teach them and he happily will teach them

-hehe the kids will request to learn billy poco heheh

-ni-ki hates it but teaches it nonetheless

-once theyre all tired out (including ni-ki) they all sit on the couch and put on a movie

-they all fall asleep on ni-ki :)

-all the parents have pictures of ni-ki nd their kids sleeping

-actually all the kids come together and make like a slideshow of all the fun they’ve had with their favorite unlce for his birthday:)

tags; @criceofpain @celeste-hoon @jaylaxies @ajayke-reads

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Let Him Go

Summary; If you love someone let them go... That's what yn thinks when she overhears Eddie's crush, Chrissy admits he's cute.

It's Chrissy he wants, not her...

If you love someone then let them go... Eddie has always thought it was a stupid fucking saying.

Warnings; Angst, heartbreak, fluff.

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She should have known that she would get her heart broken.

"It's fine Eddie. This is just sex, no strings attached, we can just have some fun"

God, she was an idiot. It wasn't Eddie's fault though as she always knew that it was Chrissy he wanted.

She was just in the way of that and she knew she couldn't stand in the way of Eddie's happiness.

Now knowing that Chrissy thought Eddie was sweet and cute had put things in perspective for her.

That's why she had told Eddie she wanted to end this... thing between them.

His eyes widen and something flickers in his big brown eyes but she can't make out what it is.

Perhaps it's relief that he can finally be with the girl he wants and not her? The thought makes her chest ache.

"Sweetheart..." she cuts him off before he can say anything else.

"Eddie, I've always known what this is between us. That you really want to be with Chrissy and I can't... I won't get in the way of that"

She deliberately avoids looking at him because this is hard enough without his beautiful brown eyes staring at her.

The ache in her chest is threatening to rip open and she fumbles over her words to him.

"I can't... I don't want to be selfish and keep you from being with who you want to be with and I know it's not me. No matter how much I hope it was" she murmurs and he inhales sharply.

"Chrissy thinks you're cute and sweet and no doubt will probably plan on asking you out sometime soon, I overheard her saying to her friend Casey" she walks over to him and kisses his cheek.

"We had a good time Munson, I wish it lasted longer but that's life. I hope, - her voice nearly breaks but she plows on- I hope you're happy with Chrissy. I know you will be"

She lingers for a second and desperately wants to kiss him once last time as if sensing this Eddie gently presses his lips to hers and they kiss as they have never kissed before.

It's desperate and filled with longing and she doesn't want it to end but eventually, she pulls away, and with a last small smile at him, she leaves.

Maybe somewhere deep down she thought he might fight for her, tell her that he had fallen for her like she had fallen for him.

But that was just a fairy tale and she knew real-life was never like that.

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Nancy is talking to her about something for the school paper and she tries to listen but her head is pounding from lack of sleep and this constant ache in her chest.

It is in no way helped by the fact that she sees Chrissy immediately head over to Eddie's table and strike up a conversation.

The smile on Eddie's face is enough to know that she made the right decision in letting him go and even though she had no idea how to prepare herself for watching them be a couple, she would just have to deal with it as best as she could.

Watching Eddie look at her like she's the only girl in the world, holding her hand in his large one, knowing that Chrissy will get to fall asleep in his arms every night makes her want to throw up but she has to get over it.

Just because she knows Eddie will inevitably be with Chrissy she doesn't want to torture herself even more by seeing the first flush of their romance.

As long as Eddie is happy that's all that matters but she had to protect some of her shattered heart.

She supposed she could have been selfish and clung onto Eddie for as long as possible but what kind of person would that make her?

A mean, selfish one that's what.

Also, she wanted to be someone's everything, not just a fuck buddy. Not just... convenient.

Nancy speaks to her in a gentle tone and she turns away from Chrissy and Eddie feeling sick to her stomach.

She chose this though, this is what Eddie wants so she just has to deal with it.

💞

He can feel the stares of the Hellfire boys on him and he does his best to ignore them.

They know he's in a strange mood but not why and he can sense the curiosity in them.

"You sure you're okay Eddie?" Dustin asks him concerned and he nods and opens his locker his breath coming out harsh as he finds one of yn's scrunchies.

A blush pink one with white flowers, her favorite and his, it smells faintly of her shampoo and the pain inside him worsens.

Quickly he grabs his D&D notebook and slams his locker shut.

At this point, Chrissy approaches him, she's been hanging around for the last few days and he gathers that what yn overheard was right (about Chrissy thinking he was cute)

The thought doesn't fill him with the joy he thought it would.

"Hey Chrissy" she beams at him and out of the corner of his eye he sees yn with Robin, they are both getting picked up by Steve.

Eddie waits for Chrissy to ask her question but all he can think about is the deep ache in his chest that isn't getting better since yn left.

Or the fact that despite knowing Steve is only her friend- the sight of him with his arm around her and making her giggle makes him want to hit something.

Preferably Steve.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date," Chrissy asks him, and a month or so ago that question would have made him so fucking happy.

It would have been everything he ever wanted but now? He had gotten what he thought was his dream and it felt... it felt all wrong.

"No," he says quietly and Chrissy looks up at him surprised and then blushes.

"Um... shit. Do you have a girlfriend?" she asks and a look of horror appears on her face, he shakes his head.

"No. Chrissy if you had asked me this a month or so ago I would be a happy guy but now? I... I'm in love with someone"

Her eyes widen and she turns to see what he is gazing at then notices yn and she smiles.

"Shit, if I had known Eddie then I would never have asked" she stammers out and he sighs.

"You know she ended things because she overheard you say to your friend that you thought I was cute, I could see it hurt her but she did it... so I would be happy, get to be with you" he rubs his head wearily.

"I'm not happy. Jesus Christ, I am miserable without her" Chrissy softens and pats his arm.

"Then tell her, make her believe it. Fight for her" fight for her? He looks back to yn again and he nods his resolve hardening.

That's exactly what he is going to do, he's going to tell her how he feels.

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It was one of those stormy nights in Hawkins that made her burrow under her blankets and read one of her favorite books.

She had made hot chocolate and was quite content to just snuggle up and forget the ache in her chest when she heard a gentle tapping on her window.

At first, she thinks she is in some very vivid dream because Eddie is perched on her roof and the tapping sound is him.

Gasping she gets up and let's him in.

"What the hell are you doing out in this storm? You could catch your death, Eddie"

He takes off his jacket and she can't help but admire him clad in sweatpants and a Judas Priest shirt.

"I had to see you" his teeth are chattering and she grabs an extra blanket from her closet and wraps it around him.

She eyes Eddie confused, why is he here? Is it to tell her about him and Chrissy?

"Shouldn't you be on a date with Chrissy?" the words come out of her mouth before she can stop them and she waits for his answer slightly dreading it.

He shakes his head and she sits beside him still unsure what is going on.

"Why? You want to be with Chrissy?" not with me she thinks sadly but doesn't say it but here's the thing, Eddie can read her like a book.

"Things change" she stares at him stunned, trying to work him out.

"Eddie, I don't understand. I know you like her so why are you with me right now instead of her, did she not ask you out and that's why you're here? "

Was she a second choice? She didn't want to be that, the thought makes her already bruised heart hurt even more.

He brushes a lock of hair away from her face and her whole body warms.

"She did ask me out and I said no and maybe I'm here because since you ended things I've felt like a wreck inside" she swallows and feels a tug in her chest.

"I don't understand" she admits and he takes her hand and squeezes it tightly.

"Chrissy stopped being my dream a long time ago, I have a new dream. An even more incredible one because it involves you... because somewhere along the line I fell deeply in love with you and you are all I think about"

He loves me... He loves me. Tears spill down her cheek and she smiles as he kisses her tears away.

"I don't want to be with Chrissy, I want to be with you. It's you who I love princess" she grins and wraps her arms around him.

"I love you too Eddie, that's why I let you go because I wanted you to be happy" he cups her cheek and gently kisses her forehead.

"I was miserable without you. Being with you makes me so happy sweetheart" his head rests against hers and he holds her close to him.

He leans back and pulls a book out of the carrier bag he was holding.

Lord of the rings, is one of their favorite books to read together. It was something they had been doing for a while now.

It relaxed her and she loved cuddling up on Eddie's chest as he read to her doing all the voices and making her laugh.

They settle in her bed and they kiss happily whispering words of love before he opens the book and begins to read.

The storm grows stronger outside but they are too wrapped up in each other to notice as Eddie gently strokes her hair until they are both lulled into sleep.

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#eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

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stylesispunk · 5 months

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"I couldn't want you anymore" | part 12

Artist! Joel Miller x Florist! Reader

series masterlist | prev chapter | epilogue

summary: when Sarah's mom comes back into Joel's life to fight for their past relationship, Joel needs to convince her he is in a happy relationship with the florist next to his gallery in order to make her go away. The problem is, that he and the florist can't stand each other's guts or that it's what he thinks.

warning: age gap (8 years), bee is the reader's nickname, fluff, mentions of birth, not proofreading because I'm lazy.

a/n: Well, we have arrived at the last chapter of this story! This has been my favorite baby and thank you so much to all of you who stay and read this one. So much love for you <3 now, perhaps this chapter may look a little rushed but my inspo is not at my best right now, but still think it was the best way to end it. By the way, the epilogue is coming soon. Reblogs and comments are appreciated. <3

It has been a month since the second Joel made the choice of ask you to marry him, and by now it was a secret between him and Sarah who had helped him to pick out the ring and choose the perfect moment to ask the question that would change the course of your relationship forever.

A week from now on he would have a new exhibition at his gallery.

A week from now on he would ask you to marry him.

Since the moment you had appeared into Joel’s life, he tried to deny the nag feeling settled in the bottom of his stomach, same feeling that after days, weeks, and months passed became into butterflies dancing inside his gut every time he looked at you far away.

All those memories seemed have happened a lifetime ago, but in this last month, Joel found himself reflecting on the journey that brought you into his life. Since the first talk to the day, you became an official couple, and he smiled at those memories, he smiled at your face and at how it has been so lucky to find a person to spend his life with.

You had reached your six months of pregnancy; your belly had grown a lot, and Joel gazed at you with a mix of awe and tenderness as your baby kept growing inside you. Recalling the first baby’s kicks, the joy of picking out baby clothes together, and the quiet moments when he spoke to the rowan inside your belly before you fell asleep.

“I don’t think I should go to the opening” you spoke, as you try dresses on “I don’t feel good in any clothes!”

Joel, looked at you attentive and understanding you discomfort as you tried on different dresses.

"You don't have to push yourself if you're not feeling up to it," Joel said, his voice filled with reassurance. “But you look beautiful no matter what you wear. I want you to feel good and not be stressed about this."

He crossed his arms around your middle, placing his hands over your belly as if trying to comfort you and the baby “I want you both there, and I will do anything to keep you both safe.”

"Joel, I appreciate your support," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "I want to be there for you, and I know the opening is important. But it's just hard to find something that feels right, you know?"

He nodded, understanding etched on his face. "I get it. We'll figure this out together. If you're not up for the opening, we can come up with an alternative plan. What matters most is that you and Rowan are comfortable and safe."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his love. The anticipation of becoming parents had deepened the connection between you and Joel, and in moments like these, you found strength in each other's presence. The upcoming exhibition held significance, but the well-being of your growing family took precedence.

"But do you want my opinion?" Joel whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Yes.”

“I think the red dress fit you perfectly” this time he kissed your cheek.

You chuckled, appreciating Joel's opinion "The red dress, huh? Maybe you're onto something."

Joel's eyes sparkled with a playful glint. "Trust me on this one. You'll turn heads, and Rowan will appreciate the stylish entrance."

His words brought a genuine smile to your face. Joel's ability to find joy and humor in even the challenging moments had always been one of the things you loved about him. With a nod, you agreed, "Alright, then. The red dress it is.”

Joel grinned, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "That's my girl. Now, let me take care of everything else. You just go to sleep.”

“Okay, but don’t go to bed too late” you said, pecking his lips.

“Promise.”

In the anticipation-filled hours before the gallery exhibition opening night, the energy at home was a mix of excitement and nerves. Downstairs, Joel and Sarah were getting ready, as she was fixing his tie, and you were getting ready in the bedroom.

You stood before the mirror, carefully choosing an outfit that felt just right for the occasion. The red dress Joel had suggested hung elegantly in front of you, accentuating the curve of your growing belly, and you couldn’t help but smile at his choice.

Downstairs, the sound of footsteps echoed, and Sarah's voice was just a whisper "Dad, are you ready for tonight?"

Joel chuckled, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "As ready as I'll ever be, kiddo. Why do you ask?"

There was a pause, and Sarah's tone turned sly. "Just making sure you're prepared for everything."

Joel raised an eyebrow, a playful smile forming on his lips. "Prepared for what, exactly?"

Sarah's reply held a mischievous edge. "Well, you know” then she lowered the voice “So, what's the plan? Can I see the ring?"

Joel hesitated for a moment, the weight of the moment sinking in. "Of course, you can. Just promise not to spill the beans to your bee”

Sarah chuckled, "I promise, Dad. My lips are sealed."

Joel carefully retrieved the ring from its box. As he opened the small velvet case, a delicate rose-shaped ring was revealed. The petals were intricately crafted, each one holding a shimmering gem at its center. It was a piece of art, a symbol of the love and growth between him and you.

Sarah's eyes widened in awe. "Dad, it's beautiful. Where did you find this one?"

Joel grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. "I actually designed it, and then I asked a jeweler to bring it to life. I wanted something special, just like my girl”

Sarah couldn't help but smile. "She's going to love it, Dad. It's perfect."

Joel sighed; relief evident in his expression. "I hope so. I fear bee will say no”

“Say no to what” you asked, descending down the stairs.

Joel rapidly hid the box inside his pocket, as he and Sarah exchanged a quick glance, their eyes widened.

With a subtle smile, Joel replied “Oh nothing, I mean about you going tonight”

“Well, I’m ready” you smiled, walking towards him to peck his cheek.

“You look stunning” he said in awe.

Joel's compliment brought a warm blush to your cheeks. "Thank you. You're not too shabby yourself," you teased, playfully nudging him.

Sarah grinned, observing the interaction between you and Joel. "Alright, lovebirds, we better get going. The exhibition is waiting."

There was an aura of excitement and anxious anticipation as the three of you made your way to the gallery. Joel exchanged a knowing look with Sarah as he hid the ring's secret in his pocket. The night ahead held both would be the one changing the course of your lives, and he was excited for it.

Once in the gallery the gallery was bustling with enthusiasm as people showed up to witness the exhibition's opening. Tommy and Lily, Sarah, friends, art critics, and the artists Joel collaborated with were all there. Music and chatter filled the air as everyone enjoyed the pieces of art on the walls.

Joel stood in the center of the room, a glass of champagne in hand, ready to speak to the audience. He gazed around, beaming with because of pride. He grinned as he noticed you in your red dress among the attendees, showing off the belly as your eyes met in an understanding language only the both of you could understand, the butterflies in his stomach temporarily replaced by a warmth that only your presence could provide.

"Thank you all for being here tonight," Joel said, his voice brimming with modesty and emotion. "This exhibition means a lot to me, not just as an artist, but as a person who has found inspiration in every corner of life."

He gave you a slight nod, acknowledging the huge impact that you had on his art and his heart. The audience listened carefully as they felt an intimate element in his words.

"I want to express my gratitude to the incredible artists I've had the privilege of working with," Joel concluded, thanking his colleagues. "Your dedication and talent have enriched my life and made this gallery a home for creative freedom."

The artists bowed gratefully while Joel spoke. Sarah, who was standing next to you, smiled proudly at his dad. Joel's job, as well as his relationships inside your growing family, were created by the path to this particular point, which had been defined by difficulties and triumphs.

Joel returned his eyes to you before raising his glass. "To the beauty that surrounds us, the art that brings us together, and the future that holds infinite possibilities. Thank you for being a part of our journey."

The crowd exploded in cheers, and Joel continued speaking with guests with a genuine grin on his face. The exhibition was both a celebration of his artistic accomplishments and a foreshadowing of the significant thing he was about to do. The excitement remained adding a layer of emotion to an already enduring evening.

After a while, he excused from the guests to find you. Once he walked through the sea of guests congratulating him, he spotted you next to the pastries table eating a mini pie. He beamed at the sight, feeling his hands sweating as the moment he was waiting for got closer.

"I see you're enjoying the pastries," he commented.

You glanced at him with wide eyes, a pang of embarrassment in your stomach as he witnessed you eating like that.

"You have cream here," he continued, cleaning the corner of your lips with his thumb.

You blushed at his gentle gesture, a mix of embarrassment and affection washing over you. Joel's touch was tender, and you couldn't help but smile at the subtle intimacy.

"Thanks for the save," you chuckled, savoring the sweetness of the pastry. "These mini pies are irresistible. Want one?"

Joel shook his head, his eyes fixed on you. "No, I've got something else in mind."

“What? You want to eat me?” you asked, concerned.

Joel chuckled, “No, bee, but if you are finished with your pie, I would like you to go with me somewhere” he said.

You raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on your lips. "Go somewhere? Now? What's going on, Joel?"

He took your hand, gently leading you away from the pastries and the crowd. There was a sense of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. "It's a little surprise," he said, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

As you followed him through the gallery, you couldn't help but wonder about the surprise. The art around you provided a unique backdrop, and you were intrigued by the anticipation in Joel's demeanor.

He knew you hated being the center of attention, so he planned where to asked you the question he had practice for a month.

Joel guided you through the gallery, carefully avoiding the main crowd. He led you to a secluded spot, where a particular piece of art, a captivating sculpture, stood illuminated by a spotlight. The sculpture itself resembled the intertwining branches of a rowan tree, and it held a special significance to both of you since rowan was safely growing inside you.

He stopped beside the sculpture, and you noticed a small table nearby with a single, elegant rose. The soft glow of the spotlight cast a warm ambiance, creating an intimate setting away from the bustling crowd.

"Joel, this is beautiful," you whispered, taking in the surroundings.

He smiled, his eyes reflecting the love he felt. "I wanted it to be just us, away from the crowd. and I thought it would be the perfect place."

“Perfect place for what?” you asked, curious.

You admired the thoughtfulness and effort he had put into this moment. The rowan tree, the lights, and the rose.

Joel reached for the rose and handed it to you, a gesture both sweet and "This is for you, Bee."

Joel took a long breath as you clutched the rose, his gaze stuck on yours. "Now, there's one more thing," he continued, kneeling on one knee. He took the velvet box in his hand and opened it to reveal the gorgeous rose-shaped ring.

“Bee, these past year and months have been an incredible journey, filled with all the joy I could ask for.”

You listened intently, touched by the sincerity in his words.

“I promised myself that I would never going to fall in love again, but then you appeared.” He smiled at you, trying to ease his nervousness. “From the moment you came to my life, everything changed. You brought a warmth and light I never knew I needed.

"From the moment you entered my life, everything changed. You brought a warmth and light that I never knew I needed and you've been my rock, Bee, and now, as we stand here surrounded by art that tells a thousand stories, I want to add another chapter to our story.”

Joel looked at you with such love in his eyes, as you were already crying.

“So, before I ask the most important question of my life, I want to thank you for being by my side, for sharing in the highs and lows, and for making every day brighter." he took another deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "Now, Bee, will you make me the happiest man alive? Will you marry me?"

Joel's eyes shimmered with anticipation as he awaited your response. And you overwhelmed by the depth of his words and the love shining in his eyes, you nodded, tears streaming down your face. "Of course, I want to marry you, Joel”

Joel's face lit up with an indescribable joy as he slipped the ring onto your finger. The intimate atmosphere, surrounded by art that mirrored the beauty of your shared journey, made the moment even more special.

The secluded spot, hidden away from the prying eyes of the crowd, became a haven for your private celebration. The gallery, filled with the echoes of your shared promise, the glow of art, and the lingering applause from the distant crowd, transformed into a sanctuary for your love story.

As you both pulled away, still caught in the enchantment of the moment, Joel held you close. And so, in the glow of the spotlight, surrounded by the intertwining branches of the rowan tree sculpture, you and Joel embraced the beginning of a new chapter in your family.

Joel's eyes sparkled with sheer happiness, and he leaned in to seal the moment with a sweet, lingering kiss. The world around you faded away, leaving only the warmth of Joel's embrace and the soft echo of the gallery's ambiance.

As you both pulled away, still caught in the enchantment of the moment, Joel held you close. His forehead rested against yours, and he whispered, "I love you, Bee."

But the celebration continued beyond your private moment. Joel, still beaming with joy, led you back to the bustling crowd, hand in hand. The whispers of the artwork and the murmur of conversations became the soundtrack of your return.

As you rejoined the celebration, Joel couldn't contain his excitement. With a contagious grin, he interrupted the ongoing conversations, capturing the attention of friends, family, and art enthusiasts alike.

"Everyone, can I have your attention?" Joel called out, his voice carrying a mix of pride and happiness. The crowd hushed, turning their gaze toward the artist who had captivated their attention earlier.

"I have an announcement to make," Joel continued, his eyes fixed on you with unwavering adoration. "Bee and I are getting married!"

An audible gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by cheers and applause. The news spread like wildfire, and soon, well-wishers surrounded you, offering their congratulations. Lily and Tommy exchanged knowing smiles, while Sarah beamed with joy.

Joel, proud and beaming, held your hand tightly, savoring the shared happiness with those who had become a part of your story.

A few days later, the excitement of the engagement still lingered in the air as you and Joel began planning the details of your upcoming wedding. He wanted to marry you after Rowan birth, so he was just in the middle of the chaos of choosing venues, selecting invitations, and deciding on a color for every single detail to be ready at the moment you two had chosen.

But in a day, you were contemplating Joel from the couch, him in front of his laptop, eyebrows frowned. At the exact moment, feeling surge of boldness, you came up with an unexpected idea.

"Joel?" you called out

“Yes, baby?”

"What if we don't wait too long? What if we get married next month?"

Joel looked away from his laptop to you, surprise and curiosity etched on his face. "Next month? Bee, that's quite soon. Are you sure?"

You nodded, a gleam of determination in your eyes. "Think about it. We're already planning a wedding. We don’t need a fancy place, or fancy dress. We just need to celebrate ourselves with the people we love. Besides, with the baby coming, I don't want to wait too long. It feels right."

Joel smiled at you as you speak

“Let’s just make it a small party, with our loved at your gallery, the same place you asked me to marry you. I mean, just think about this at evening under the candlelight’s, just us and our friends, our families…I can wear a sheet” you joked

Joel stood up from his chair and walked towards you, laying on the couch. He chuckled; his eyes filled with love. "You could wear a sheet, and you'd still be the most beautiful woman in the room." He sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around your legs, placing them over his lap.

"Alright, let's do it. A small, intimate celebration at the gallery next month," he agreed, pressing a soft kiss over your belly "I can't wait to call you mom, my wife."

“Oh stop! I don’t want you to his favorite” you scoffed.

Joel chuckled, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your belly. "Well, I can't help it. You're going to be the most amazing mom, and you're already my favorite. But let's not argue about that now; we have a wedding to plan."

And that’s how the month slipped away, an in the days leading up to the wedding, the small gallery buzzed with activity as friends and family helped transform the space into an intimate setting for the celebration. With the support of Lily, with all the arrangements and catering, the preparations flowed smoothly, and soon, the gallery become into a place full of soft lights, floral arrangements around. It looked so different, yet so familiar for you.

You were at you flower shop with Lily and your mother helping you to fix your hair. “I can’t believe this is happening”

Letting out a soft laugh, Lily came to stand right next to you in front of the mirror. With your wedding dress on accentuating your belly, you looked like a princess to the eyes of your best friend, as both of your eyes looked in the mirror.

“You and Joel are made for each other, don’t worry” she said, kissing you on your temple in a supportive way.

“I’m wearing converse” you laughed,

Lily chuckled, sharing in your laughter. "Well, that's just adding a touch of your personality to the princess look. I'm sure Joel will love it."

Your mother joined in, adjusting a strand of your hair with a gentle smile. "Sweetheart, you look absolutely beautiful. Joel is a lucky man."

Blushing at their words, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude for the people surrounding you. The small gallery wedding, with its unique charm, felt like the perfect choice for the celebration of your love and the impending arrival of your little one.

And that was how, under the soft glow of the gallery lights, surrounded by the beauty of art pieces and the people you and Joel loved, you made your way to the gallery, nervous yet feeling with anticipation, and you couldn't wait to see Joel's reaction. Lily, acting as both a bridesmaid and the wedding coordinator, ensured everything ran smoothly.

The moment you entered the gallery, Joel's eyes lit up with admiration and love. The soft lights, the fragrance of flowers, and the presence of friends and family created a magical ambiance just out of a fairy tale.

Joel stood at the makeshift altar, his eyes never leaving you as you approached. As you stood face to face, surrounded by the art that had witnessed your journey, the air was filled with a quiet air. The soft lights accentuated the love and commitment in Joel's eyes, and the background faded away as you took his hand, facing him with tears shimmering in his eyes.

“Dear friends and family,” the priest began when everyone had settled and the room became silent. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate these two souls coming together in love and commitment," the priest continued, his words filling space. "We are not only witnesses to a union of two people but also to the beginning of a new family, a family that is bound by love, nurtured by trust, and destined for a future filled with joy”

You and Joel stood before the makeshift altar, hands clasped together, your gazes locked in a moment that felt timeless. The priest's words carried a weight that resonated with the significance of the occasion.

"As we stand amidst the beauty of art and the company of loved ones," the priest continued, "let us remember that love, like the art surrounding us, is an expression of the human experience. It evolves, grows, and becomes more beautiful with time."

Joel squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. The priest's words seemed to fade into the background as you and Joel shared your own language, encapsulated in the love that had brought you to this point.

"Now," the priest said, bringing your attention back to the ceremony, "let us exchange the vows”

Joel began, his voice steady and filled with emotion. "Bee, my love, from the moment you entered my life, everything changed. You brought a warmth and light that I never knew I needed. You've been my rock, my support, and my greatest joy."

He paused, taking a deep breath, a small smile gracing his lips. "I promised myself that I would never fall in love again, but then you appeared, and I couldn't resist. Now, as we stand here surrounded by our loved ones, I want to thank you for being by my side, for sharing in the highs and lows, and for making every day brighter. Now, as we embark on this journey together, I promise to stand by you, to cherish and support you, and to love you and our baby with all my heart."

He took another deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I promise to be your partner in all things, to celebrate your triumphs and lift you up in your challenges. With this ring, I seal my commitment to you, and I look forward to a lifetime with you by my side”

As Joel finished his vows, a tear glistened in his eye, displaying all his emotions.

And now, as it was your moment to talk, you took a moment, looking into Joel's eyes, feeling the weight of the promises you were about to make. Your heart swelled with love and gratitude for this man who had become your everything.

"Joel," you laughed, shaking "as we stand here today, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I can't help but reflect on the journey that brought us to this moment. In those days when we were more like enemies than partners” you both laughed at the memory “little did I know that the intricate patterns of your life would soon weave into mine”

You took a deep breathe “Today, I stand before you not just as your partner but as someone who recognizes how important you are to me. Our love story is not a conventional one, and that's what makes it extraordinary”

As you spoke, the gallery seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Joel in this sacred moment. "I promise to support you in your dreams and passions, to be your refuge in difficult times, and to find joy in the simple moments we share."

A gentle smile touched your lips as you continued, "With this ring, I promise to choose you every day, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to hold you in times of sorrow. Together, let's build a life filled with love and adventures”

As you held his hand into yours, both of you were crying and shaking, the priest spoke with solemnity, "Having witnessed the unique and beautiful love that Bee and Joel share, and having heard their heartfelt vows, it is my honor to declare them husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride”

As the priest pronounced you both married, a wave of joy and applause filled the gallery. Joel gently cupped your face, his eyes still shimmering with emotion, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips. The room erupted in cheers, and the soft glow of the gallery lights seemed to intensify, creating a magical atmosphere around the happy couple.

As the night unfolded in a joyous celebration of your newlywed status, the gallery transformed into a dance floor. The soft lights and laughter of friends and family created an atmosphere of pure happiness. You and Joel swayed together, with you resting your head on his chest as he kept leading the dance relishing in the music.

“This is the first time we dance like this” he said, placing his chin over your head as his hands pulled you in by your hips.

“This won’t be the last” you replied, enjoying the embrace as you both continued to dance.

However, as the night progressed, you started to feel an unfamiliar sensation, a tightness in your belly that came and went. At first, you dismissed it as part of the excitement you were feeling, but as the contractions persisted, you realized this was more than just a normal discomfort.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, taking lily with you in the way. It was there when the scared face of Lily made you to look down, seeing a puddle between your feet.

Your eyes widened in realization, and what it was a joyous atmosphere changed. Lily’s face mirrored your own worry as you both understood what this meant.

"Lily, did...Did my water just broke?" you mumbled, trying to stay calm.

Lily, ever reliable and quick-thinking, took charge. "Okay, we need to get you to the hospital. Don't worry, Bee. Everything will be fine."

Joel, sensing that something was amiss, approached the two of you with concern etched on his face. Lily quickly filled him in, "Joel, we need to head to the hospital. Bee's water broke.”

“What?!” he exclaimed “She is not even nine months”

“Well, Joel, I think Rowan might be making an early entrance." In a strained and breathy voice.

The unexpected turn of events brought a mix of shock and concern to Joel's face. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he processed the information.

"Okay, okay," Joel said, his voice a blend of worry and determination. "Let's get her to the hospital. We've got this.” He paused a little “Lily can you take care of all this, while I drive Bee to the hospital?”

Lily nodded in response to Joel's request, her quick and organized nature kicking in. "Of course, Joel. I'll handle things here. You focus on getting Bee to the hospital."

Joel gently guided you towards the car, the worry in his eyes softened by a reassuring smile. "Hang in there, Bee. We're going to meet Rowan a bit earlier than expected."

As the car pulled away from the gallery, Joel held your hand, the warmth of his touch providing a comforting anchor amidst the unexpected turn of events. The city lights passed in a blur as he navigated through the streets, his focus solely on getting you to the hospital safely.

"I can't believe this is happening," you whispered, in middle the chaos and anticipation feelings consuming you.

Joel stole a glance at you, his eyes reflecting both concern and love. You weren’t solely focus on Joel but you knew he was just excited as you.

"Rowan likes dramatic entrances, just like their parents. Don't worry, Bee. We'll be at the hospital soon."

“OH MY GOD! I’M GONNA DIE!”

“No, love, you’re fine- “

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM FEELING NOW, YOU IDIOT”

This had been the first time Joel had seen the woman in front of her screaming this loud to him, he had been in this situation before when Sarah was going to make her entrance to this world, but this time seeing his Bee hurting, it hurt him even more.

With each contraction, his now wife screamed, squeezing his hand to help her out from the screaming.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice a steady reassurance. “You’re strong. You can absolutely do this, baby.”

"You're doing great, honey," the doctor reassured. "Just one more push."

As the intensity reached its peak, and you felt like you couldn't endure any longer, Joel squeezed your hand, offering his unwavering support.

"Oh my god, I can’t do this any-" Your sentence was left unfinished as the room was suddenly filled with the piercing cry of a baby, a sound that seemed to echo joy and relief came to you.

The medical team worked swiftly, and as they placed the tiny, wriggling Rowan in your arms, a wave of overwhelming emotions washed over you. The cries of your newborn resonated with the realization that you and Joel had brought a new life into the world.

Joel's eyes were filled with tears of joy as he looked at Rowan on the doctor arms.

The doctor gently placed Rowan in Joel's arms, and he marveled at the tiny, squirming bundle of life. Rowan's cries filled the room, and the doctor offered a warm smile.

"Would you like to hold your baby?" the doctor asked, guiding Joel to bring Rowan closer to you.

Joel carefully handed Rowan over to you, his eyes filled with love and admiration. As you cradled your newborn in your arms, the world seemed to stand still. Rowan's cries softened at the sound of your heartbeat.

While Joel stared at the tiny baby lying in your arms. Rowan's cries eased, and a tremendous sensation of love and protectiveness came over you as you peered down at the little face.

The nurse smiled warmly, "Congratulations. You have a beautiful baby boy." With utmost care, she offered you some privacy, allowing you and Joel to bask in the first moments of parenthood.

Joel, his eyes shimmering with tears, leaned in to admire Rowan. "He's perfect, Bee. Look at him, our little Rowan."

“He loves resting on your chest, just like me” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

“I have two babies now, and Sarah” you said, caressing Joel’s cheek with your hand.

As you both keep looking at Rowan in your arms, nestled against you, he seemed to sense the love surrounding him.

"He's got your eyes," Joel remarked, his finger gently tracing the outline of Rowan's tiny hand.

You smiled, feeling an overwhelming by love. "And he's got your heart, Joel. We're going to be the best parents for him."

As the realization of your newfound family settled in, Joel pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you, Bee. Thank you for giving us this beautiful little soul."

Joel kept looking at both of you with awe as his new baby rested on your chest. He took your free hand, gently lifting it to make you look at him.

“Bee, do you remember when you made me promise no to fall in love with you?” he asked.

You chuckled “Yes, why?”

“Now I want you to promise me something” he requested.

You shifted your gaze from Rowan in your arms to Joel's eyes.

"Sure, love," you responded.

"Promise you will never stop loving me," he pleaded.

You beamed at him, "I promise."

a/n: once again, sorry if the chapter felt rushed but I'm just a teacher at the end of the year :(

tags 💌: @joeldjarin @borhapparker @fatima-marisa @kirsteng42 @paleidiot @harriedandharassed @runningmom94 @pedr0swh0r3 @ssacharcoalgrey @missladym1981 @littleshadow17 @sevillagrenada

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YOU’RE LOSING ME l NH13

summary: nico is pulling away, and although you're desperately trying to hold on, you can't stop the two of you from falling apart at the seams.

pairing: nico hischier x fem!reader

author's note: hi!!! been trying to finish this for a few days, but i just couldn't write anything for the ending, so the end is kinda méh. anyways, i hope you enjoy! remember: likes and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated!!! thank you so much for reading!! <3333

You met Nico Hischier in the winter. It was freezing in New Jersey, but his warm hands and big brown eyes warmed you from the inside out. He was passionate, understanding, kind, and delightful. Nico Hischier was the closest to perfection anyone has ever been. Or, used to be, at least. Now, you felt like you hadn’t seen him in days, even if you lived in the same apartment. He was gone before you were up and came back home when you were already sound asleep. You couldn't pinpoint the moment everything went downhill, and Nico stopped being the perfect boyfriend he had always been, but it was slowly killing you.

You knew you’d eventually have to let Nico go. It was the hardest thing you’d have to do, so you didn’t. You ignored the hurt when he refused to spend time with you, or when he forgot date night, or when he stopped telling you to come to his games, or when he started to go out more and more, or when he stopped texting and calling you back, or when he seemingly stopped caring. But you couldn’t escape it forever, and, most importantly, you couldn’t keep fighting this battle alone, holding on to a dying relationship until your knuckles turned white. You were miserable, and you couldn’t live your whole life like this.

You took a deep breath, watching as the rain poured down through your windows. The raindrops echoed harshly on the roof of the building, bringing an unsettling feeling to weigh in your stomach. It was loud and anxiety-inducing. It made you want to disappear under the covers, cuddled up to your boyfriend.

The rain seemed to get louder with each passing second. Your head pounded and your vision was blurred. Another deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. It's just rain, you tried telling yourself.

Nights like these would have Nico holding you tightly and whispering sweet nothing into your ear until you fell asleep in his arms. If he was away, you knew you could always call him. Nico would always pick up after the second ring, even if he had been sleeping. And then they would sit there and talk, letting the darkness fade away until the nightmares were long gone, and all there was left in the world was the two of you. Until you could sleep through the night, thinking of the man who would always be there for him. But when, once again, Nico sends some half-assed excuse about missing date night because he’s going out with the boys for “team bonding”, you know you’re done. You were already reaching your breaking point and this might just have been the final blow. You take off the fancy dress, and the makeup and start packing.

Putting all of your clothes 一 or, most of them, at least, 一 is the most painful thing you’ve ever done. Especially, when all that’s left in your side of the closet are your favorite of Nico’s hoodies.

After packing all the most important stuff, you decide to get an uber. You’ll text Nico tomorrow and explain everything and then, you can come sometime later this week to get the rest of your stuff. Right now, you just need to leave peacefully. But you know it won’t be this easy when you hear the door open. You walk out, going to the living room, where Nico is just entering. He’s stumbling slightly and reeking of alcohol.

“Baby? Why are you still up?”

“I think we should break up.” You say, without looking at Nico.

“What?” He questions, suddenly sobered up by your statement.

“Nico, I love you. But this isn’t fair.” Anger sounds through your voice, while you continue, “I can’t keep trying to keep us afloat on my own anymore. I’m drowning.”

“Baby, where is this coming from?” Nico asks, with a shocked expression on his face.

“I can’t do this anymore, Nico.” Tears well up in your eyes as you speak, “This is fucking killing me. I love you in every possible way I can love someone, but you don’t even care. I’m hurt, and I’m so tired. I’m fucking exhausted, Nico.” You cry out.

“Why are you doing this?” Nico questions, again, incapable of wrapping his mind around you leaving.

“Because of you.” Bitterly, you answer, tears streaming down your face. “You pushed me away. I was here every single day, for you. And it tears me apart because you used to be mine. And I-”

“I’m yours,” He says, cutting you off desperately

“You were mine, Nico. And I was yours. I thought the world of you, I’d have done anything for you and now, you’re the one who hurts me the most. I just wanted you to be here. To try. To love me.”

That’s when it finally clicked. The words coming out of your mouth started to make sense and guilt started to eat away at Nico. How could he be so stupid? He wasn’t trying to push you away, but he also hadn’t done much to keep you around. He felt like a failure. He had allowed the one thing he always vowed wouldn’t be in the way of your relationship to do so and destroy what he cared about the most: You. And now, he was losing you. How had he not realized this before? How had he not seen this coming? How does he make it stop?

“I don’t wanna lose you,” Nico manages to choke out, fear suddenly consuming him, “I love you. You’re the most important person in my life, let me prove it to you, please. Just don’t go. Please,” He begs, “Give me a second chance. I’ll show you how much I need you. I’ll do better. I’ll be better,” Nico pleads, teary-eyed.

“I have to go, Nico.” You mutter, looking down to the ground

“No.” The man interrupted you, shaking his head and fighting tears, in denial, refusing to believe the words you were saying. “Please, stay” His watery eyes scanned your face, looking panicked, searching for anything he could hold on to.

“I can’t, Nico.” You answer, whispering, avoiding his eyes. “Not anymore. I don’t wanna lose you, but I can’t live like this forever.”

“You won’t have to. I promise I’ll be better, I’ll-” Nico tries to plead, pulling your hand into his.

“Nico, it’s over.” You interrupted him, too drained to keep discussing it any longer. And then he lets go of your hand.

He wasn’t ready.

He didn’t want to let go.

But he had no choice.

Still, he let you go.

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『 Mirror, Mirror... 』 Collection Event

Ellis Twilight

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

(... Alright. This is it for today.)

One night, my mind was too awake for me to fall asleep, so I decided to work on typing out a report.

Right when I typed the final letter on my typewriter, I heard a knock on my room’s door.

(Who could it be this late in the night?)

I opened the door, and standing there was—

Ellis: Good evening, Kate.

Kate: … Ellis? Did something happen?

Ellis: Nope. But I still want to come see you, even when there’s nothing going on…

Ellis: … Because that’s what lovers do.

Kate: Lovers…? Who and who…?

Ellis: You and I, of course. Fufu… are teasing me by pretending not to know that?

Ellis: Your cheeky side is adorable too.

Ellis let out an amused laugh, looking at me with endearment, and smiled at me.

Kate: Lovers…

Kate: … Right. Ellis and I are lovers.

(I’m dating Ellis. How could I forget something so important?)

(Also… I can’t remember when and how we started dating…)

Ellis: Were you about to go to sleep, Kate?

Ellis’ question interrupted the uncomfortable feeling that flashed through my head.

Kate: Yeah… but I can stay up for a little bit more. Shall we chat?

Ellis: Nuh-uh. We should go to sleep now, or it’ll affect us tomorrow.

Ellis gently carried me to my bed and laid next to me.

Kate: Huh? … Are you spending the night here?

Ellis: I want to stay by your side for as long as possible and make you happy… do you hate it?

Kate: N-No, I don't. It’s just…

Kate: My heart is very unsettled right now… I can't fall asleep.

We changed into light clothing before getting ready to sleep, we laid down side by side and spoke softly.

Ellis was within an arm’s reach, gazing at me tenderly.

(This situation… it’s making me nervous…)

Ellis: It’s a problem that you’re having difficulty sleeping… I wonder how I can help you calm down.

Ellis: I’m not ready to stop your heart yet…

Ellis: If only there’s another way…

Kate: I think I’ll feel much better once I get used to the lack of distance between us.

Ellis: … Then let’s do things lovers do, so that you’ll get used to it quicker.

Ellis: It’ll be nice if we could be happy, right?

Ellis: We can try all sorts of things… just let me know when you don’t like something.

Ellis gently pulled me into his embrace.

Kate: …!

While being held in Ellis’ arms, my face was buried in his chest.

The faint soapy smell coming from him made my heart suddenly start to race.

Ellis: Hmm… this seems to have made you even more unsettled. Are you still feeling nervous?

Ellis began slowly stroking my back in an attempt to ease my nervousness.

The regular rhythm of his hand on my back felt genuinely comforting, making me feel safe.

(Maybe it’s okay if we go to sleep like this…)

I was bewildered at first, but I eventually got used to being in his embrace.

Even so—

Ellis: Fufu… your expression softened. I love seeing the look of relief on your face.

Hearing those words just as I was about to calm down and fall asleep made my heart race again.

Kate: Uhh… please don’t say things like that…

Kate: It’s making me embarrassed…

Ellis: Being embarrassed means that you’re happy, right? Then I won’t stop.

Ellis: I love the way you're blushing and turning your face away from me.

Ellis gazing at me like I was the world's most precious treasure, along with sweet whispers, made me feel like I was going to melt into a puddle.

Ellis: Fufufu… let my words make you happy.

Kate: T-They do make me happy, but… I won't be able to sleep with how loudly my heart is beating.

Ellis: Are you still nervous? Maybe we should do even more lovey dovey things to get you used to them…

(What more could there be…?)

I was already being held in his arms and showered with praises, I couldn't imagine anything more than those.

Ellis: … Can I kiss you?

Kate: K-Kiss…?

Ellis: Yeah… I don’t think it’s unusual for lovers to kiss.

Ellis: … But I won’t kiss you if you don’t want it.

My eyes naturally wandered to Ellis’ lips.

Since we’re lovers, we should’ve already kissed at least once or twice.

Besides, being kissed by those lips whispering sweet loving words to me would definitely make me so happy…

I found myself wanting kisses from Ellis.

Ellis: Thanks. I’ll start with your forehead…

Ellis gently brushed my bangs aside and kissed me on the forehead.

He then moved to my cheek, ear, and neck… kissing me gently.

Ellis: Fufu… are my kisses making you happy?

Ellis: … If you like them, I can give you many more.

Ellis: I want to give you even more love… because you’re my dear lover.

Ellis’ kisses made me feel so much better.

His soft lips showed me how cherished and loved I was.

Ellis: … Kate.

Ellis suddenly looked up from my neck and called my name.

His twilight coloured eyes met mine, and I was almost completely enchanted by them… then I felt it.

(He’s going to kiss me on the lips…!)

Ellis: …?

Ellis looked at me, bewildered.

The reason being… my hand was on his mouth, preventing him from kissing me.

Kate: … I-I’m so sorry! W-Why did I even…

Ellis was my lover, and I loved him…

Kissing on the lips should’ve been fine, but something just felt so “wrong” about it.

Ellis: … It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.

Ellis was taken aback for a moment, but later smiled and reassured me that he didn’t mind.

Ellis: Kissing your hand is fine too. … Can I kiss your hand, Kate?

Kate: Y-Yes…

Ellis dropped a kiss on the palm of my hand that was covering his mouth earlier.

Ellis: Kate… can I get a kiss?

Kate: From… me?

Ellis: I’m okay with being the only one giving kisses, although…

Ellis: It’ll be much happier if we kissed each other instead.

(Now that I think of it… this entire time, Ellis is the only one showing affection, while I’ve done nothing to reciprocate it.)

Kate: … Okay I’ll kiss you.

Ellis: Mm. Where do you want to kiss me? I’ll be happy anywhere, as long as it’s from you.

(I just rejected a kiss on the lips…)

(On the forehead or cheek… just thinking of it makes me feel like my heart will break.)

(On the neck… that feels overly intimate for some reason…)

Kate: … Just like what you did, can I kiss your palm?

Ellis: My palm…

Kate: It’s weird, huh. I don’t think it’s a common place to kiss either…

Ellis: … I don't think it’s weird at all. I actually think that it’s very special, like it’s a thing only we have. I like it.

Ellis: Go on.

His offered hand was much larger and bonier than mine.

When I gave it a small quiet peck, I realised…

(Being told of how loved I am and receiving kisses made me happy…)

(And the fact that the love I received is from Ellis makes me feel happy too…)

Love can't be one-sided. Love is a very special bond between two people.

It’s important that the budding love be conveyed to each other, instead of only one person expressing their feelings.

Kate: … Ellis.

Ellis: Yeah?

Kate: I’m incredibly happy right now. So happy that there’s nothing more I could ask for…

Ellis: … Really?

Ellis: If that’s really the case, then I—

Kate: It is. Falling in love with you, and being your lover… these make me feel happier than ever.

Ellis: …

Just moments ago, Ellis would smile and respond to me instantly.

But the instant he heard those words, his facial expression stiffened and he fell silent.

Ellis: …, … I’m sorry.

He muttered a small apology, and I was getting worried about what could've possibly been the problem, when—

…

Kate: …!

I jolted awake in bed and looked around the room, but there was no sign of Ellis.

(Ellis looked so pained when he apologised…)

(... Why did he apologise? I didn't get the chance to ask him.)

I was about to get out of bed and look for Ellis, when I finally figured it out.

(Wait… huh…?)

(Ellis and I aren’t dating… )

(Could it be that… everything that happened last night was just a dream!?)

(Dreaming of Ellis being my lover…)

(Is that how I see him, but that feeling is buried somewhere deep inside my heart…?)

I was filled with guilt, I felt that I wouldn't be able to face him for a while.

(Even so… that was a very realistic dream.)

Kate: I like you…

The words I muttered were an untrue statement I said in my dream.

And yet, it was as though there was someone in particular I wanted to say it to… it just felt so right to say those words.

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Hi you can write a draco: late at night he's in the main hall studying for an exam and he can't concentrate because he's already tired so a paper bird flies towards him where it says something like "rest your mind a while" bit" and then he looks up and sees that the paper came from an unknown Ravenclaw who also studied there. So they do something like, have fun in the hallways, something like running away from Filtch and his cat. Draco doesn't know her but she has always watched him from afar.

can't you see me | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader

word count: 1,5k

summary: where y/n gets draco's mind off an upcoming exam

a/n: this was such a cute idea, hopefully i could do it justice. feedback & reblogs are always appreciated!

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

To say that Draco’s brain is spinning is an understatement. His head is throbbing, his eyes are dry, and his lips are a little chapped. He is balancing on the verge of shutting his eyes, just for a few seconds, but he keeps shaking his head in an attempt to stop himself, pushing his hands in his eye sockets to keep them from falling shut. Studying for this test for Professor Snape’s class really pushes him to the limit. He doesn’t even remember how long he has been sitting in the Great Hall, he is so engrossed in his work he doesn’t perceive anything happening around him. Lately, Draco comes here every night when he can’t fall asleep because he is plagued by those terrible nightmares once again. He feels safe here, surrounded by warm light that defies the darkness outside, and even though he is alone, it somehow makes him feel good.

However, he is not as alone as he initially thought or as is so often the case. Because just as he is about to pick up his quill again, which he had previously put aside to give his hand a break for at least a few minutes, something enters his field of vision. Out of nowhere, a white paper crane lands in front of him, carefully folded from parchment paper. Motionless, Draco stares at it for a few seconds before slowly raising his gaze and making eye contact with the most beautiful eyes he has ever locked eyes with.

You sit at the Ravenclaw table, studying, just as alone as Draco, but when your eyes meet you immediately lower your head and the letters on your paper suddenly seem so much more interesting. You know there is no point in pretending you weren’t the sender of the message when you are clearly the only two people in the Great Hall right now. In fact, you are probably the only two people in this castle who are still awake at this hour.

Draco, whose breath got stuck in his throat unnoticedly as he looked at you and saw your reaction, turns his attention to the paper crane still perched on his notes. Carefully, he unfolds it and his gaze wanders over the beautifully written words.

‘You should take a rest – Y/N’

An unfamiliar feeling washes over Draco, and heat rises in his cheeks as he scans the words over and over again, his gaze catching on the small peculiarities of your handwriting. Suddenly, despite your presence which he hasn’t noticed until now, he feels even safer and more comfortable in this place. Even though those are just written words, he feels seen, he feels cared for. From a person he doesn’t even know and who he has never noticed before, at least not that he knows of.

“Hi, uhm. Did you send me that message?”, Draco asks, wanting to bury himself in the ground and never come out into the open again after uttering those stupid words. ‘Of course the message is from her, you idiot’, he inwardly chides himself.

Although you are seated at a different table, the distance between you isn’t so great that you couldn’t have heard him, and for a moment Draco thinks that maybe you didn’t, perhaps you were too engrossed in your own tasks. But when he tries to start again, you interrupt him with a shy smile that makes Draco’s stomach churn.

“Y-Yes. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb. You.. just looked a bit exhausted”, you smile sheepishly, fidgeting with the quill in your hands, always avoiding Draco’s gaze.

“No, no, no. You didn’t disturb me. I just didn’t see you there is all..”, Draco laughs nervously and then falls silent again. “B-But thanks. For being worried about me. I mean- Maybe you aren’t even worried and just-”

“May I show you something?”, you ask after you have gathered all your courage, stopping his rambling in an instant. You have already sent him that message, so why not take it one step further? You want to take if further, mainly because he is so completely different than expected. Of course you already knew he is different alone than when he is hanging out with his Slytherin friends. You have watched him from afar long enough to be able to tell. But while you always see him, he has never seen you before.

“Yeah, sure. What is it?”, Draco asks curiously, snapping you out of your thoughts. Usually, it is not like you to lose yourself in them. Actually, you always know what is happening around you, always having a plan in mind, but Draco just seems to shatter these laws that you set up for yourself with ease.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up from your seat, stow all your books in your bag and look over at Draco, who didn’t expect that what you want to show him requires him to actually get up, but he does it anyway, following your every move without a word. At the entrance of the Great Hall, you stand directly opposite each other for the first time, each looking at the other directly.

“Hi.”

“I’m Draco, but, uh, you probably already know that”, Draco introduces himself, an uncertain smile on his lips as he scratches his neck in embarrassment.

“I’m Y/N”, you reply, beginning to walk in one direction, with Draco following you suit. You didn’t expect that this banal introduction, this simple getting to know each other, would immediately lead to deeper discussions, but you suddenly find yourself hanging on his every word as he talks about his last lesson in Potions class or how much some of his friends – if you can even call them that – annoy him. From this moment on, it feels like you have known each other for ages.

“What, precisely, do you want to show me again?”

“See for yourself”, you smile at him, leading the way up a winding staircase before opening a heavy door at the top, revealing complete darkness that stretches beyond. Together, you step out onto the astronomy tower and into the cool night air. Draco, who suddenly fell completely silent, is now standing close to you, your hands only a few inches from touching.

“This is absolutely breathtaking. Wow!”, Draco marvels and you smile to yourself, proud to show him a place in this huge castle where he has apparently never been to before. It is your personal favorite place when you are feeling down, your safe space when you need to gather new strength. You always regain your focus up here, and you hope that Draco feels the same effect at right this moment.

You can’t enjoy this pleasant togetherness and sudden proximity for long, however, when suddenly you hear noises in the distance, faintly sounding like footsteps, which can only mean one thing: Filch. Draco, without much thought, takes your hand in his and drags you down the stairs behind him, going for a record-breaking sprint. Filch, running around the corner with his trusty cat, can’t see you anymore but he is still able to hear your footsteps and, especially, your laughter. You want to stop laughing, but right now you couldn’t care less about what would potentially happen if he caught the both of you. As long as it happens with Draco by your side, you will be fine.

Quickly, you wind your way through the corridors of the old castle, past the sleeping paintings and hundred of staircases, your final destination being the Ravenclaw common room. Along the way, your heart painfully pounds in your chest a few times because you do not want this night to end yet. You wish you could spend the whole night, or, at least, what is still left of it, with him.

“Here we are”, Draco smiles breathlessly as you arrive at the door without a doorknob or keyhole, but a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. “Get in quick, don’t let the old man catch you.”

Another laugh escapes your mouth at these words, something you realize you do quite often around him. And Draco loves every single time he can hear this beautiful sound erupting from you. Smiling, you nod and reach for the knocker, but hesitate and turn to Draco, who seems to be waiting for something.

“This was.. great fun.”

“I had a lot of fun today”, you say at exactly the same time, your words overlapping each other, making you both giggle, before Draco speaks up again, this time without you interrupting.

“Thank you, Y/N. That was.. unbelievable”, he thanks you sincerely and you can see that he is more than serious about this. The way he is looking at you in that moment like there is only you in this world causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“Can we.. meet again?”

His question catches you off guard for a second, but you couldn’t be happier about it. Suddenly the courage that got you into this situation in the first place returns, grabbing its hold on you. Gently, you place a kiss on his cheek, stepping back with a smile and looking at his flushed face before actually hitting the knocker this time.

“Same time tomorrow. I will wait.”

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goatcheesecak3 · 6 months

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YOU SHOULD WRITE FOR ADAM MORE. PLEASE. OR DEAN, YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER FOR BOTH OF THEM

AAAAAA SUNNY I LOVE YOU💕💕💕💕

Here's some dating dean hcs because I have MANY thoughts on this man

His love language is acts of service. He tends to view most relationships as transactional, he will rarely do things for others without expecting something in return, so you know how big of a deal it is that he does things for you without ever expecting anything back. When you're with Dean you can forget about carrying your own bag, paying for your own food or even rolling your own cigarettes. Dean wants to do it all for you, to show you how much you mean to him.

Your relationship is fast paced and intense. Dean doesn't ever feel casual emotions, he can't just love you, he's hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you. It's borderline obsessive, he's never felt unbending loyalty to anyone but himself before, but when it comes to you, he would do absolutely anything for you, and he makes sure you know that.

With the epic highs, come the epic lows too. Arguments with Dean are heated, frenzied and unpredictable. Dean loves you so much that it's almost painful for him, and he finds it hard to believe that anyone could ever love another person so ferociously, let alone you loving him with that same intensity. Most of your arguments stem from this issue, he's terrified that one day you'll turn around and tell him you don't love him, so sometimes he starts a fight just as a way to get it over with and give you an out.

The arguments become less frequent when Dean finally begins to understand that love isn't just something you feel, but something you do. No matter how strongly he feels love for you, he knows the feeling alone isn't enough to maintain a relationship; he has to improve himself, he has to compromise, instead of just worrying that he isn't good enough for you, he has to do everything he can to be good enough for you.

He thinks you're the smartest person he's ever met. The way you articulate your thoughts, the way you remain rational and logical without letting your emotions get the best of you (something which he struggles with) are traits that he really admires. He could listen to you talk for hours, just in awe.

You're the only person he cries in front of. Dean's been through a lot, and late at night sometimes he just has to let himself feel. He's beyond thankful that he doesn't have to go through that alone anymore, every "Shhh, sweetheart it's okay", every night you've stayed up, rubbing his back and holding him while he cries, helps him more than you can ever imagine.

He loves just goofing off with you. Skipping lectures to go plinking (shooting cans and beer bottles etc), watching horror movies and trying to make eachother jump, or just observing the rich kids from a distance and laughing at their ridiculous designer clothes.

Kisses are his favourite thing EVER. He's not one to shy away from pda either, he pretty much always wants to make out with you.

He's a big spoon for life, he thinks you're the most adorable thing he's ever seen and he loves just holding you tight and protecting you as you go to sleep.

He's willing to change for you, he no longer just coasts through life seeking cheap thrills. With you, he found purpose, and despite all his flaws, he's gradually getting better.

A/n I'm half asleep while writing this so ignore any grammatical errors etc, I cannot brain right now.

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Check my pinned post to find my masterlist too :^)

Replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated :^))))

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everyone is like "ohh you should tag fetishes so the vanilla crew can blacklist them" NO. As a vanilla ice cream people need to start tagging their vanilla art. My only choice right now is the general nsfw tag and brother this shit is not vanilla by default. Vanilla gang rise up we need to acknowledge that being boring is a fetish so we can actually find one another.

honestly yeah i do think that vanilla nsfw content should have its own tag! i've reblogged a joking sort of post about it before, but in reality my feelings are more like... while it's not what gets me off, sometimes i just want to read something vanilla and cute about characters that i like, who also like each other, because it's delightful. but on things like h-doujin sites, there's never really a specific tag for works that are vanilla.

but thinking about it, one of the issues might be the semantics involved in deciding what can and can't go in the tag? because someone's idea of vanilla might be restricted to things depicting cisgender m/f missionary piv fucking, vs. someone else who considers vanilla to be consensual sex between any variety of people, as long as it doesn't involve anything that's like. purposefully fetishistic? if that makes sense.

BUT ANYWAY, i'm half asleep and rambling. i hope this is coherent. wishing you luck in finding good vanilla art, anon... ૮₍ ˶• ༝ •˶ ₎ა

#ask #anonymous #v speaks!

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dapperappleton · 6 months

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Music Bokuto and Akaashi would listen to

A/N: If you have any ideas of what either of them would listen (especially Bokuto) to I genuinely would like to hear. Put it in the comments/reblogs or send an ask or something, I legitimately want to hear it.

Bokuto

I think he would listen to modern rock

I can't think of many bands in particular

Maybe he'd listen to some og like 70/80s rock but I don't think he'd listen to it frequently

He loves Fall Out Boy and stuff like that where's it's not quite pop punk but still close

I could also see him really liking 80s-90s Japanese pop

It's just kinda funny to think of him listening to that genre but canonically that's probably what he grew up listening to

When I look for playlists for him on spotify it's always rap and hip hop

Which makes sense I guess, like if he was an actual high schooler right now that's probably all he'd listen to

But I feel like canonically that doesn't seem like something he'd actively listen to

Hearing someone else play it or if it's on the radio? Yeah he likes it, it sounds fun

Does he ever listen to it other than that? Nope

He listens to music constantly. Like he listens to music while going literally anywhere or doing anything

If he knows someone well enough he listens to music while they're talking to each other because he can still focus, actually it helps him focus a lot

But if they're not one of his closer friends he won't because he doesn't want to seem rude

He's definitely been yelled at a lot for not even realising he was listening to music

At this point I'm just talking about how neurodivergent he is but whatever

Akaashi

I have a playlist for stuff I think he'd like

Here's the link

Also I feel like I should say this and I have no idea if it'll make sense

But every character playlist I see has the same kind of songs from the same bands and I feel like it's just the music that the playlist author likes, which isn't bad by any means like put whatever you want that reminds you of that character

But I specifically tried to put stuff that I think he would legitimately like, regardless of what I think of the music. It just kinda happened that I think he'd like some of those artists

I don't know what genre these technically fall under, I guess indie? More chill vibes for sure

But I think he'd listen to Arctic Monkeys, Rex Orange County (they suck but their music is good), Wallows, Cage the Elephant, that kind of thing

Maybe some Twenty One Pilots, JVKE, Fitz and the Tantrums

He absolutely lives for The Neighbourhood

I feel like he likes music a lot but he's not the kind of guy that is playing music 24/7, it's just when he's doing homework or working out or something

Is generally willing to listen to most music but is for sure pickier than Bokuto

Probably has a playlist that he listens to when he can't fall asleep

Sometimes it helps him sleep and sometimes it's just nice to listen to until he gets tired

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kiryoutann · 2 years

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Before reading, please check series masterlist to read the warning(s), disclaimer, and to make sure you’re on the right chapter. Minors do NOT interact.

I appreciate the likes, replies, and reblogs! Thank you so much. You can buy me a Kofi to give me tip for my writings (no pressure!) I’ll forever be grateful to u! <3

You don't know whether it's too late to find someone or people simply hiding because they don't want to help you. God, you don't ask for much other than them turning on your fire and letting you sleep before morning comes.

These people are really something. You shouldn't expect anything from them.

However, just as you were about to accept your defeat and return to your cold room, you stopped walking when you found a familiar back facing you.

“Prin—Ajax?” You're not completely used to your new way of calling him.

The owner of that name stopped in his tracks, turned to you with wide blue eyes. Just like you, he did not expect to meet his wife in a dark hallway in the middle of the night. You two should be fast asleep in separate rooms instead of standing across while staring at one another like this.

As soon as he got in front of you, he opened his lips to ask: "Shouldn't you be enjoying your beauty sleep?"

"My fireplace went out."

Now that you've answered him, you can't help but wonder what reason he's here. There's not even the slightest hint of alcohol you get from him as an indication he just came back from a bar like he did yesterday.

“It went out? Hmm.. it’s a bit difficult to light the fire again.” Childe rubbed his chin in thought. He looks at you before offering, “Mine is lit.”

Your brows knitted in confusion, “What do you suggest?”

"I suggest you sleep in my room."

You don't know he's being nice or just mocking your bad luck. With his grin and slightly raised eyebrows, you don't want to expect anything from him. However, you’re really sleepy and being under a warm blanket would be really good.

"Are you fine with that?" You asked.

Either you were hallucinating or his smirk did grew wider. “Hmm, what do you mean? Of course I'm fine with that, you are my wife." He replied.

As a thank you, you gave him a half-hearted smile. “Then, what are we still doing here? Morning is coming, we have no time to waste.” You took the first step to leave Childe some distance behind you.

Childe dropped the fake smile he gave you earlier, a sigh escaped him. "At this rate, I’m sure I’m going crazy." He then follows you.

When you get to Childe's room, you're grateful he didn't lie about the fireplace. The big bed tempts you, makes you imagine what it would be like to lie there and then go to sleep. However, you end up not doing it from not wanting to be rude especially when he's being generous.

You turned to Childe "I will take the couch if that’s alright."

Childe looked at you skeptically, “That would be a problem for me. You should sleep in my bed."

It's weird, really weird. You know Childe is not the type to offer kindness with no intention of benefiting from it—he's a far cry from that. Then why is he being nice to you? You wonder what trick he's hiding under his sleeves.

Or..

Your heart is racing without warning. Cold nape even though the burning fireplace provides more than enough warmth for you. You see Childe drinking from his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing as he does so.

Maybe this is one of his attempts to get under your nightgown. Memories of your wedding night come to your mind again.

"Could it be.. could it be that you are trying to bed me?"

Childe spit out his drink in surprise. You saw the liquid run from his lips to his neck and then onto his shirt. He pounded his chest to get the remnants out of his throat before looking at you.

"I'm offended. Do you think I'm the type to take advantage of the situation?”

Yes, you are exactly that kind of a person, you want to say. However, you don't want to risk to anger him and throw you out of the perfect warm room. You shook your head in response to the man who was wiping his wet lips with a handkerchief.

It somehow makes the situation a bit comfortable for you to let out a genuine laugh.

"My apologies, I was just making sure." You smile at him. "I'll sleep on the bed then."

Without further ado, you climb into the soft bed and pull up the covers. You make sure to cover yourself from the neck down from concern about Childe rather than the cold. Your eyes peek at him who is still standing near the dresser before trying to close it. Before long, you have fallen asleep to replace the sleep you had lost.

The grip of his long fingers tightened. Childe glanced at where you were asleep, regretting that it only brought a bunch of unanswered questions to his head.

Why did he let you here? Even though he needs you to carry out his grand plan, he shouldn't have to worry about you sleeping in a cold room and waking up sick in the morning. He put his glass gently on the table, rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the moon shining outside the window.

"I guess I was trying too hard to make sure everything would go perfectly."

Childe mumbled to himself before bringing his legs to the door, disappearing behind it not caring if he had left you alone in the room.

As soon as morning falls on Snezhnaya, you wake up to your ladies-in-waiting standing in front of the tray that holds your breakfast. They line up while waiting for you rubbing your eyes while gathering full awareness.

"What's this?" You asked about the tray on the bed.

Sasha answered to you, “His Royal Highness Prince Childe told us to bring you breakfast.”

Your eyes scan the room and find no man spoken of anywhere.

"Where is he now?"

"We have no idea, Your Highness." Sasha tells you while bowing slightly.

Of course he had to go and disappear. The mysterious Childe. You don't even know where he went this time from so many places he might go. You're quite used to him treating you sweetly before erasing all traces of it later.

Something reminds you of the reason you were in his room in the first place. With your eyes on Laura, you painted a smile. Curious about her reaction when she found out her plan didn't work. Maybe she didn't think Childe would be this generous to you.

"This isn’t necessary, I will be joining breakfast with the others." You said as you got off the bed. "Let’s go to my chamber."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Your room is still the same as when you left it, cold and lonely. The difference is, the incoming sunlight no longer leaves a place for darkness to stay. You're trying not to glance at where your fireplace is from not wanting to mess up your own plans.

"Should I prepare the bath now?" You heard Sasha ask.

“No.” As you turned around, you smiled at your three ladies waiting for you to continue. “Actually I have something to complain about.”

Silence fell again in the room. Whether from the politeness of not speaking out of turn or the fear of making a mistake, neither of the women opened their mouths to ask. You turned around, opening the box that held your jewellery.

" Laura, can you close the door slowly next time you come into my room at night?" You said, watching how her body stiffened through the mirror.

Of course she would react that way. She didn't think you would know this, let alone talk about it in front of the other ladies-in-waiting. Unfortunately for her, this isn't the end of your game, oh, you still got a lot more to do so you don't have to get your hands dirty for Laura to uncover her own bad deeds.

“M-My apologies, Your Highness.” Laura hung her head lower than usual.

Your jewelry box is left open while you turn to look at your ladies-in-waiting. “Countess Sasha, did you order her to disturb my sleep?”

You never thought you'd see an expression that wasn't the cold face she usually gave you. Her dark eyebrows knit together, showing that she's confused by your question. Your eyes scanned every part of her face and made a conclusion all entirely on Laura.

“I did not, Your Highness.” She said, side-eyeing the younger one. "We ladies-in-waiting are forbidden to enter the royal family's chambers at night without requests."

Laura's hands that were intertwined with each other turned white as she tried to keep them from shaking. You feel a little sorry for her. She should have known better that you weren't the kind-hearted princess like ones in children's fairy tales.

"Ah, then I'd better ask someone else for an explanation." You chuckled as if that would ease the tension.

As you took a step closer to her, Laura was almost flinched in her stiff stance. You looked up at the top of her head which was clear from how low she looked down. The fireplace that you had avoided glancing at became where you stared before returning to her.

"Laura, why did you take my jewelry last night after putting out the fire?"

From what you said, Laura hastily denied it. She didn't take any jewelry—and you know that too. This is just one way for you to get her to confess her sin. After all, people can't help but correct misinformation, especially about themselves.

By bringing up bigger accusations than what she actually did, you know Laura will deny the false one but admit the other.

“Th-that's not true, Your Highness! I didn't steal any jewelry!” She screamed at the tip of her throat, face red from embarrassment.

If only you could compare Laura to a mouse that had been baited with cheese in a trap. You played your part by putting on an expression as if you were hurt by what she had done.

"So you're saying I was right about you putting out the fireplace to freeze me to death?”

In your words, Laura realized that she had exposed herself in front of three pairs of shocked eyes. Miraculously, the defensive words she had prepared disappeared, as if extinguished like the fire she splashed with water last night. She looks up slowly and finds your offended expression.

"I..I.."

“You plan to freeze me to death. Aren't I right?"

Sasha was about to open her mouth after hearing Laura intentions to harm you. However, you first raised your hand to stop her. Your lips are bent into a frown.

“I—I'm—!” Laura lost her ability to speak. So, all she did now was get down on her knees and pull your robe in desperation. “Your Highness! Please spare me!”

As if hurt, you put your hand on your chest. “Lady Laura, I never thought you would do something like that to me.” Your voice is like that of someone who has witnessed betrayal. But the truth is, you never even put your trust in anyone here to feel it.

“Your Highness! Let me teach her a lesson!” Sasha offers.

You ignored her, you were still fixing your eyes on Laura who started to shed tears. If she was this scared she shouldn't have done that. Hadn't she worked here long enough to understand that any attempt to harm the royal family would be severely punished? Even if she was lucky, she would still have to languish in prison for life.

“Bring me a poker.”

Laura gasped at your words, while the other two acted as if they had seen this coming. Even being hit with the firepoker that Ksenia gave you was the lightest punishment though it resulted in bruises on her hands later.

“Your Highness! Please forgive me this once!” Laura hasn’t given up on begging for your forgiveness, kneeling on your feet wet from her tears that keep falling.

"You two, get out." You gave firm orders to Sasha and Ksenia.

Both of them obeyed even though they hesitated. The door closed slowly, leaving you and Laura. She paled from your fingers that had gripped the iron firepoker. If you're going to hit her without warning, she doesn't know how to react.

"Lady Laura, haven't you thought long before you did that?" You ask, watching how she fails to put together the words to respond to you.

To her horror, her dark eyes follow your pacing feet without you removing your fingers from gripping the firepoker . She hopes you find a reason to forgive her. Laura swears she'll thank you for the rest of her life if that happens.

“Apart from the possibility of being in a dungeon for life, can you imagine what my husband would do to you if he found out about this?”

If Childe does something about this, you're sure he's doing it more out of humiliation than worrying about you being harmed. However, Laura didn't need to know that. All she needs to know is that there are many punishment options you can impose on her and yet, you're standing here with an iron stick.

Laura walked on her knees to you “Y-Your Highness, please forgive me! Don't.. don't let His Highness know about this—my God, what would he do to me if he found out!” She has no shame in trying to soften your heart. Oh, this time Laura would risk anything for you to give her a little kindness.

“Why should I forgive you? What can you give me that is so precious for me to do that?”

Laura was back on the verge of despair. What can someone offer to a person who can get whatever she wants with just a few words and a snap of her finger? Even if you asked for the cheapest jewellery, Laura knew her wages would not be enough to fulfill your request.

The least that can be offered to a person that great is their lives.

Laura's grip on the hem of your nightgown tightened as she stammered out: “M-My life! I will dedicate my life faithfully to you! Please, please forgive me, Your Highness. I'm sure I will be of use to you!”

This is easier than you think.

From the start, you have used your mistreatment as a ladder to get what you want—an informant. Countess Sasha will not be able to fill the role due to her aristocratic status among your ladies-in-waiting, making it very possible for her to act as a spy for someone who wants to know your every move. Ksenia on the other hand was too apathetic to immerse herself in gossips circulating in the palace.

Whereas Laura is the perfect one for it. In addition to her status as a commoner which makes her too far for the nobles to reach, she also likes to gossip.

Your face hosts a triumphant smile. You crouched down to take a closer look of her, cupping her small chin so she wasn't afraid to meet your eyes anymore.

"You're going to do that?"

Laura thinks of this as you softening for her. What she really doesn't know is that she stepped voluntarily into your trap. However, there is nothing for her to worry about as you will ensure that whoever stands by your side will be safe from harm.

They have to be.

“Y-yes! I will do whatever you ask! ”

Because you don't know what you will do if they don't.

The iron in your hand you tossed aside, clinking as it hit the floor. You noticed Laura's shoulders weren't as tense as before, her breathing wasn't as heavy as before. She watched you stand up and turn around, stroking your jewelry box.

"I don't think that's a bad offer." You smile at her through the mirror. “Prove how useful you are to me by telling me the latest gossip around the palace.”

You wrap yourself up as a woman who doesn't want to miss the talk around. Even if Laura is your criteria out of your other ladies-in-waiting, you shouldn't be too sure. By placing your trust in someone, it means that you have accepted the fact that betrayal will be as close as a pulse.

“… The latest gossip, Your Highness?” Laura made sure she had not misheard.

Now that she has dedicated her life to being loyal to you, the thing you want is as simple as her supplying you with all the gossip around the palace?

"Surely you can do that, right?"

Laura nodded quickly afraid you'd change your generous offering. “Of—of course, Your Highness!”

"Well. You can try to prove it from now on.”

Your lady-in-waiting's lips open and close like fish, turning her head to think about the latest, most interesting gossip she can give you. While waiting patiently, you noticed every inch of her slightly tattered dress. A frown manages to sit on your face from it. You'll do something about it later.

Laura looked up after finding something she was ready to tell you. “D-Duchess Anna!”

Your brow furrowed, “Duchess Anna?” Another familiar name you can't remember where you heard.

A nod from her before continuing, “She and the Duke are currently in the capital.”

You don't know what's so special about a duke and duchess visiting the capital. Did you miscalculate about Laura? A bit of disappointment crept into your heart from thinking she would give you more useful information.

"Then?"

“Earlier this morning, the maids in the kitchen were talking about Duchess Anna who had just doused her lady-in-waiting with hot water.”

You swear you've heard her name before. The more Laura mentioned it the more you tried to remember. Then, the memory of you, Duchess Rosalyne, and Lumine talking at your wedding reception replayed.

"Why would she do that?" You asked curiously.

"Some say it's because the lady-in-waiting doesn't turn to her even though she's been called twice."

Isn't that too trivial an excuse to hurt people? You didn't even have the intention of hurting Laura though she was planning to harm you. However, there will always be nobles like her, ones to act arbitrarily because they think they have authority.

Laura seemed to have noticed the change in your facial expression as she then added: "Duchess Anna is well known for being a grumpy person."

Grumpy person? More like cruel and ruthless, you think.

"Have I ever met her?" You asked for sure.

“The Duchess is invited to your wedding reception.”

That night, you met a lot of new people. However, you don't remember hanging out with the one named 'Anna'. So far, all you remember is Rosalyne—well, how could you forget her when she gave off that lingering charm when she first introduced herself to you.

Your lips pursed, "I don't think I've ever met her."

Laura nodded approvingly. “Besides being famous for her temperament, Duchess Anna has a husband that women often talk about. Some even said that he was the second most handsome in the aristocracy after His Highness Prince Childe.”

Your smile was almost replaced with a grimace. Of course, you also admit that Childe is an attractive man but, you didn't think people would make lists sorting them out like that.

Only out of curiosity you then ask: "What is her husband's name?"

From the blush on Laura's face before she managed to say it, you wonder how handsome this man is. “Ah, he is Duke Maxim, Your Highness.”

As soon as your ears perfectly caught the name, a chilling sensation struck you. Something fell before it was sucked in your stomach. You're disoriented as the memory of your most recent vision plays in the back of your head.

Duke Maxim. In your prophecy, he will be the one assisting Childe in the weaponry.

But, you have to make sure you don't mishear from hallucination. And so, with eyes watering from unblinking, you looked at Laura about to ask her again.

"Duke Maxim?"

Laura moved her head up and down in a nod. “Duke Maxim is in charge of Krykiye territory—”

"He's in the capital right now?" You interrupt rudely.

"That's right, Your Highness."

The waves of anxiety roll in bringing pain and a churning feeling in your stomach. The palms started to get wet from the sweat that suddenly came out. You feel like pins and needles are being stabbed in every part of you from wondering why Maxim is here.

Will the agreement be made sooner than you expected? Your vision does provide minimal information about when that will happen.

But, you haven't even prepared anything to thwart it.

"Do you.." You hate how soft your voice comes out. "Do you know why they're here?" You're trying to control the urge to pick on your fingers

From the expression Laura showed, you have concluded that she doesn't have the answer to your question this time. “Pardon my ignorance, Your Highness.” She shook her head, hanging her head low again from shame and fear.

This is bad, this is really bad. Laura did give you information but, not enough for you to know what will happen next. Even if Maxim isn't here to make a pact with Childe, that doesn't mean you have a lot of time to waste. You had to do something—you had to make sure in the future they wouldn't join hands.

So far, all you got was the fact that the temperamental and impulsive Duchess Anna was his wife. Secondly, Maxim is labeled as the most handsome man in Snezhnaya after your husband, making him always talked about by women as happened at your wedding reception.

You just realized something.

You realize you have the key that is likely to change everything.

Slowly, your breath feels less heavy. You took a deep breath before exhaling, sweeping away any remnants of your anxiety as you turned to your jewelry box.

"This is enough, you have proved you are useful to me." You take the red gem necklace that is now in your hand.

Laura's dark eyes followed how you turned back to her with a friendly smile. She notices the jewelry hanging in your hand, complimenting it in her heart of how beautiful it is when the sun's rays fall right on it.

You approached Laura. “As a reward, you can have this.” You said, extending your hand to her and watching the surprised look on her face.

"But, Your Highness—”

Laura stopped talking when you bent down to look at her still on the floor. “In exchange, I want you to find out if Lady Lumine of Monstadt is still in Snezhnaya.”

The necklace you handed over to her outstretched hand. Your back was straight before you turned around to close your jewelry box—where you had a chance to see the brooch Childe bought on the night of the Liyue festival. You can't help but taste bittersweet in that.

“I will be waiting for your result to determine if I want to have a tea party tomorrow. If so, make sure you send out invitations to her and to the noble ladies currently in the capital, Duchess Anna included.”

"Yes, Your Highness."

"You can prepare my bath now."

After receiving another order from you, Laura got up and walked towards the door to summon your other ladies-in-waiting. The room was quiet again. You stare at the fallen leaves outside the window even though your mind is elsewhere.

Whether your plan goes smoothly or not, you don't know. However, to find out don't you need to give it a try?

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writer-freak · 1 year

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Bokuto taking care of sick Gn reader

Summary: Reader is sick at home and Bokuto tries to take care of you

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, reader is sick, just fluff, Bokuto being his energetic self

A/n: I have been sick for the past two weeks because first I was in so much pain I couldn't move and right now I still have a pretty bad case of the flu (though I'm mostly better). So I started writing quite a few headcanons about reader being sick, in pain, or on their period, so expect quite a lot of that content when I'm healthy again. This is just some headcanons from my old account so not really my best work but I need someone to take care of me right now

Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated💙

Bokuto would drop every responsibility for you and just run over to your place when he hears you are sick

He will not really think through what he is going to do for you but he can't leave his love alone at home while sick

So what will most likely happen is that he shows up in front of your door hugging you

You probably have to remind him that he shouldn't be too close to you because you don't want to infect him

He will ignore that and still hold your hand while saying that you should go back to bed

Will tuck you into bed and look at you with sad puppy eyes because he hates seeing you so unwell

Will put a hand on your forehead and will notice how much you're burning up which will set him into a panic because no human should be this hot (literally)

Has a scattered brain and therefore will most likely call Akaashi or someone else for a bit of help on what to do so that you can feel better

He asks Akaashi what he should get and then he goes to you and tells you that he will be back in a bit and if you need something specific

After your answer he goes get all the stuff like cooling pads, some medication to lower your fever, something for your throat, etc.

He will most likely forget some things and bring other random stuff which he thought would be nice but its all cool because he remembered the most important things

Or so he thought but when he is back at your place and says that he will go back again to get the missing item you tell him to stay with you

He will have the biggest grin because of that and goes to hold your hand before putting one of those cooling pads on your forehead

He will probably just talk to you about anything and everything to get your mind off you being sick

So I hope you like someone talking to you because the look he will give you if you tell him that the talking just makes it worse is like you kicked a puppy

But now we imagine that it is helpful and that after some time his rambling just lulls you to sleep

He will continue talking before he even notices that you have fallen asleep but he is happy that he could take care of you in some way

He still is worried because you of course don't magically look better but for now, he just decides on carefully scooting with you in your bed to cuddle

Because cuddles make everything better

Well besides that after that he got sick because he of course wanted to be close to you and now you have to take care of him

But that is a story for another time

Hopefully you enjoyed this and merry christmas if you celebrate it and if not I hope you have a wonderful day

#bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto fluff #x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutarou #Bokuto x gn reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro fluff #hq #hq bokuto #gn reader #gender neutral

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pheita · 5 months

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3 & 12 for the end of the year ask game! (I hope you were asleep and the reblog was a queued post at 3am 😂 have a great end of 2023 and wishing you all the best for the next ✨)

Hi Rie, well, no, it wasn't a queued reblog. I made the mistake to drink a Red Bull at 1pm to power through baking more cookies and was up until 5am. I run on only 6 hours of sleep now 😅

3.did you achieve everything you wanted to this year? if not, how will you go about it?

I don't have any plans to achieve anything writing-wise for a year, so I can't answer this for real. The way I handle writing it is always I take what happens and be happy with it.

12.if your character(s) had their own new years resolutions, what would those be?

Oh damn, with playing around with 4 stories at the same time right now this will be long

Blood Night: I think most of them will go with trying to get tangled less in other people's politics. Especially Lyran will have this as no 1.

Sea of Memories, Sea of Chances: For Becca it might be to dare to trust more people who are in her life for years by now and showed they can be trusted. And for Killian, I think there will be nothing because he got the best end in some way with the end of the story. Well, maybe to interrogate his skipper if there are any more secrets he should know.

For the still unnamed fantasy werewolf story I am not that deep into building characters and world to know what the characters would have as resolution.

But for the unnamed fantasy story featuring dragons, I think Emersyn's resolution will be to find that weird stranger who blessed her with this weird abilities as a child and have a serious talk with after the inciting event lol

Akrin and Asterlayna will have to want a talk with their fellow dragons about what bullshit they pulled over the last centuries.

#writblr #pheita answers #end of the year asks

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cosmic-kaden · 3 months

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Confession: I really hate this website. I don't understand how to make friends or why some things get interaction and some don't and although it's the only place with self shippers, I am so lonely most of the time I think I should just leave because what's the point? I also don't have any art or writing skills so can't post anything like that and my husband's world is not popular or one where other people self ship so it's not like I can even get into fandom stuff. Just so tired. I miss Livejournal (outing my age, lol). I GOT that. I just want people to know and remember he and I, we were, we loved. Our love existed.

anonymously confess something to you.

Awe, I'm sorry you're feeling so frustrated. You don't have to have the skill to draw or write. I used to be god-awful at both art and drawing but I just...practiced whenever I was able too. Practice makes progress after all, I didn't care if my writing or art was bad in comparison (not that you should compare) but I created it because it makes me happy!

Again, it's ultimately up to you on how you want to do things and in no way am I implying you should do it my way!!

You can always just love post! For a long while and I mean like... two years I hardly produced anything. All I did really was reblog other mutuals art/wrting and occasionally I would make a post just hollering about my f/o. The good thing about that is that it doesn't have to be coherent you can literally type "LSDKJFLKSDJFLDSK MY F/O HHHHHHHH" and people would like it because you're just screaming that you love them!

I remember Livejournal, I never used it myself but I do remember it. I guess in a way you got to put yourself out there. interact with some people either through tags of something they made and you rbd or like participate in sending asks to people. I am in no means "well known" but I found some people who like to put up with my annoying ass /lh

I don't really talk to people privately either, its all mainly through dash communication and asks/asks games.

I understand that it can be hard and frustrating but there are a multitude of different ways of showing your f/o you love them and just a gentle reminder that you're here for you and your ships and if you find some people a long the way who also support your ships, that's a bonus! <3

I know quite a few who have obscure f/o and while yeah content can be hard to come by, like I said there is a lot you can do from if you wanted to try drawing/writing, moodboard making, playlist creation, pintrest board creation, loveposting (Even if it is keysmashes followed by 100 ilus lol)

I'm sorry if I went on a tangent, if you fell asleep partway through I don't blame you! lol I just wanted to kind of reassure you in a sense that there are ways of loving your f/o and showing that love. You don't NEED to make content of them to prove your love or your ships worth and you're here because you want to share some form of love for them right? You're doing that for you and because you want too! Eventually, the right people will find you.

I've never actively looked for friends on the hellsite, people migrated towards me and now I have a lot of lovely mutuals who I can also call friends. It didn't happen overnight (I've been here since like....2017? a least self shipping, been here longer than that tho) but it will happen.

I just be super unapologetic about this insane amount of love I feel and whenever I feel the need I scream via a text post haha

I'M R A M B L I N G (WRAP IT UP KADEN GAWD!) /j /lh

I'm sorry you're feeling frustrated/upset with your experience on the hellsite and I really do with all my heart anon, hope that it turns around for you <3 Please take care!

#I'm a rambler! : D hhhhh #anonnies;#long post

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lizard-shifter-noms · 1 year

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Broken Bloodlines Chapter 10

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Part 10!!!

only two more plus the epilogue!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there; https://archiveofourown.org/works/44627188

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“I am fine, like i told you i would be, you don't have to worry so much”

I let out a relieved sigh.

“Sometimes I can't help it, but are you sure you are okay?”

“I am sure, you keep asking the same over and over, my answers not gonna change though”

That was a relief, instead of asking anything again I just hummed in agreement before softly pressing one hand to where I could feel the slender form of the Elf.

Fable responded to that by shifting closer to my hand, relaxing even more.

He really was okay with this, as strange as it was.

Well he had been the one to suggest it but it was still weird that anyone, aside from Robin maybe, wanted to do this.

Still, it was very late now and we should be sleeping right now, but i wasn't keen on staying outside for that.

The shed should still fit even as a Giant instead of Ardua, might have to duck a little though.

“Fable? I'm gonna move i don't want to sit outside all night, not keen on getting stabbed by a drunken Guard or something”

“Alright, don't hit your head on anything”

I snorted a laugh, Fable was actually a pretty funny guy.

Well the brainwashing or whatever from our father had kinda worn off now and I had to admit I liked the actual Fable a lot more than the puppet like being he had become under the threat of punishment.

Slowly standing up I kept a hand over my pouch and slowly slunk back to the shed.

I could have offered to let Fable out of course, but I was tired, He was tired and for once he seemed actually relaxed.

I didn't want to disturb him even if he wasn't asleep yet.

Nobody noticed the thirty foot or something Giant slink back to the shed and crawl inside, well the war was over and it was late, I doubted anyone focused on the Garden right now.

Inside I pulled the insane amount of soft blankets closer to me and slowly laid down to use as a pillow.

If Fable wanted out all he had to do was ask, but i was too tired to offer, besides he said he was fine with it.

He slid a little as I got positioned but didn't seem to disturbed by it.

It was nice that I finally got to know the real Fable a little, though how was he doing?

He was used to being a some soulless puppet for who knew how long, and i knew that would fuck me up severely.

“Fable? How are you?”

“Didn't you already ask that?”

Technically I did, but now I meant something else.

Language was sometimes really fucking stupid.

“I well yeah but i mean, you were so puppet like before, and now you're not, i just want to know you're doing okay now that your brain is yours again”

There was silence for almost a minute and I nearly assumed he just went to sleep.

“Donovan, my Sire always told me I needed to be flawless to make up for being a freak, I'm glad you didn't have to go through that honestly.

I spent my whole life trying to appease a man that hated me and tried to be the Heroic knight he wanted.

But he never saw anything more than a freak of nature and tried his best to ‘erase’ all those flaws because he thought it would show him in a negative light.

I'm glad he died, and I'm glad I came to seek you out.

Meeting you and your friends was what made me realize I could be my own person again.

Who I am now doesn’t need to be a flawless hero because I’m comfortable with the idea that valuable people are also flawed”

While Fable only hinted at what he had to endure, I knew it must have been horrible.

“Fable that old fuck was stupid, Albinos are not Freaks, he was an idiot for thinking that!

I've known you not for long but I know you are a good person!

And there's nobody in the world that's flawless, everybody has flaws!

Just look at what absolutely deranged people live in this castle alone!”

I yawned before hearing an answer from Fable.

“You are right, i've just been so stuck in my own head i never really saw that before, but now i finally do, thank you for that”

I smiled, Fable had been right, this made both of us feel better.

I really wanted to hug him but that wasn't really possible right now.

Or was it?

I put both hands over my pouch and pressed them in a little.

Fable probably got a little squished but did not complain at all.

( Art made by @philicheesecake )

I held him like this for a moment, realizing how completely surreal it was to surround someone from all sides all at once, being able to clench around them and feel them inside of your own body..

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a strange sensation, What was Fable doing?

It felt like he was sliding his hands over the walls of the pouch and I had to fight not to make any noises.

“Fable? What are you doing?”

He stopped for a moment.

“Last time i found some strange scars here, i wanted to see if i actually felt them or if that was just my brain”

Scars? Why would there be- ah.

“Oh wait I know what you mean, two scars right next to each other right?”

“Yes, one bigger than the other”

“Well those are from Rikaad, he didn't know either but he was freezing to death and there was nothing else to keep him warm.

I just didn't expect the guy to have a hidden dagger, he freaked out and stabbed me”

Fable removed his hands from the walls of my pouch.

“That must have hurt, do the scars still cause pain?”

With how he said it I was not sure if he meant Hurt in a physical sense because I got stabbed or hurt in the psychical sense at Rikaad not trusting me.

Either way the answer was yes.

“I don't even notice the scars, don't worry, but i am tired so maybe we should sleep already”

I yawned and had to keep my eyes open to hear Fable's response.

“You are right, it is late, goodnight Donovan”

“ ‘night Fable”

Pulling some escaped blankets close again i fell into a well deserved sleep after all the ups and downs this day had, Fable a warm weight that reminded me that i didn't fuck up completely.

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Fable just looked as his normally smaller halfbrother grew to about thirty feet something in height, still he didn't move and kept sitting there as relaxed as he could.

He said he'd prove to Donovan that he was not scared and that's what he'd do now.

Besides, it had never been Donovan he was scared of, the only thing that scared him was his own past, but that was finally over.

“I was not aware you could be taller than me like this, though i'm sure the Bracelet counts as cheating”

Donovan laughed a little at his stupid quip which in turn made him smile too.

“I guess so, but with all the bandages i can't exactly change shape on top of height too, not keen on bleeding all over the ground”

Fable nodded still as relaxed as ever, really he didn't get why Donovan thought he could scare him,

he knew now and there truly was nothing to fear.

Still they should probably move along with it or else it’d be morning again before they got anything done.

“Well, the night won't last forever, and I'd rather not have anyone walk by now, we should move this along, don't you think?”

Donovan slowly lowered his hand down towards Fable.

“Okay, i'm going to lift you up now, if you want to back out anytime say so and i'll stop”

Fable heaved himself up using the thumb that was about as large as he was to steady himself, while his foot was better he was not going to stand on it.

He felt himself being lifted, a strange sensation really, and then found himself in front of Donovan's face.

It was kinda funny, he could see every detail, the way his nose swung, the soft little fuzz that everyone had on their skin and his eyes which at this scale almost seemed more like light blue pools.

Donovan didn't move for a bit after that so Fable just stared expectantly at him, he did want to move this along after all.

Fable was brought closer to Donovand face, specifically his mouth, and after a single moment of hesitation he opened it too.

He was gently slid inside when Donovan tilted his hand a tiny bit and could feel the warmth radiating from the abyss in front of him.

Donovan kept his mouth open for now, allowing Fable to look around a little, and he couldn't deny being at least a little curious.

He could see the ridged palate above him, it looked strangely smooth and he wondered what texture it had.

Since Donovan wasn't doing anything right now he felt it was okay to gently brush his hands over it.

As predicted it was weirdly smooth while being bumpy.

Funny really, then he felt something at the front of his brother's mouth, right in front, or behind depending on perspective, of the fangs.

Oh, he knew what that was, his Brother was only on his second set of fangs!

The third one being still not fully developed, how adorable, Donovan really was still pretty young.

“You have baby fangs”

The response to that little line of Fable teasing was apparent confusion, well sure in human form Donovan's fangs were as big as his so maybe he hadn't expected to be called out on that.

The only thing that happened after that was Donovan slowly and carefully closing his mouth, didn't want him to keep poking he guessed.

So that's exactly what he was gonna do, maybe then Donovan would move this along.

Laying limply on his back on the weirdly pliable and plush tongue he kept poking at the palate above him.

He felt things tip back towards the entrance of the throat and he could feel himself sliding a little on the slick surface.

His feet were now directly above the drop into the esophagus.

After a few more moments everything tipped even more and he slid further into the organic tube before a hesitant swallow sounded out.

It moved about half of his body into the throat before Donovan swallowed again, now taking all of him inside.

Fable still didn't panic, in fact he just found it strange, well it was strange to be fair but still nothing to fear.

Donovan swallowed again and Fable was tugged deeper to his core.

He knew he was tall so he hoped there was no trouble, since now he had to do it without the adrenaline from the battle.

There was another swallow and Fable could feel his legs being freed from the somewhat constricting flesh of the esophagus.

Then, in a rush he found himself back in the strange extra organ his half brother had.

It was how he remembered it, dark and warm, slightly slick and stupidly soft.

He sat in silence for all but one second before he heard Donovan's voice.

“Fable?”

He could literally feel how nervous Donovan was, the poor guy worried too much.

“I am fine, like i told you i would be, you don't have to worry so much”

He could hear how the lungs shifted as Donovan let out a sigh.

“Sometimes I can't help it, but are you sure you are okay?”

“I am sure, you keep asking the same over and over, my answers not gonna change though”

A powerful hum vibrated around him then, before he felt a gentle,

but strong pressure from one side, rubbing against him from beyond the muscular walls of the pouch.

Soon he realized it was a hand.

he cuddled towards it, smiling again.

Donovan stayed still for about a minute before he seemed to realize that he didn't want to sit outside all night long.

“Fable? I'm gonna move i don't want to sit outside all night, not keen on getting stabbed by a drunken Guard or something”

Fable had a pretty good idea where he was going to go, After all, the shed should theoretically still fit.

Though the door would be a lot smaller to him now.

“Alright, don't hit your head on anything”

He could hear Donovan laugh a little at his remark and he was glad to finally have his thoughts back in order.

Well, mostly in order.

He felt as his Brother stood up and quietly went back towards the castle.

He kept quiet the entire time so nobody would notice either of them.

Fable slid a little to what he assumed was forward, Donovan must be leaning over then.

Probably the door then, He was proven right when he slid a little more around, this time to the back.

It was strange how a normally such simple movement could affect him like this.

Quite honestly he was tired as well, and he didn't really mind spending the night here, it was warm and soft at least.

Also he was very aware that if he did ask to be let out he'd be damp and cold, not to mention he'd have to move on his injured limb back to the infirmary.

“Fable? How are you?”

He really was asking the same question again, It was nice to have someone care about him this much.

“Didn't you already ask that?”

He'd already told Donovan he was fine, he didn't want to repeat himself all the time.

“I well yeah but i mean, you were so puppet like before, and now you're not, i just want to know you're doing okay now that your brain is yours again”

Oh, that's what he meant this time, well that was a bit harder to answer.

Fable didn't even know if he had all the words to explain it.

In Auraurian maybe but Donovan didn't speak that.

Maybe he should just start to talk, the words would come to him if he needed them, they always did.

So he took a deep breath and simply started.

“Donovan, my Sire always told me I needed to be flawless to make up for being a freak, I'm glad you didn't have to go through that honestly.

I spent my whole life trying to appease a man that hated me and tried to be the Heroic knight he wanted.

But he never saw anything more than a freak of nature and tried his best to ‘erase’ all those flaws because he thought it would show him in a negative light.

I'm glad he died, and I'm glad I came to seek you out.

Meeting you and your friends was what made me realize I could be my own person again.

Who I am now doesn’t need to be a flawless hero because I’m comfortable with the idea that valuable people are also flawed”

He's seen it, all those wonderful people had flaws, and he finally saw that exactly those things were what made them so endearing.

And he'd seen how they help each other in spite of not being perfect.

Nobody could ever be truly perfect, he finally understood that, so instead of trying to appease everyone he'd focus on just being a good person now.

“Fable that old fuck was stupid, Albinos are not Freaks, he was an idiot for thinking that!

I've known you not for long but I know you are a good person!

And there's nobody in the world that's flawless, everybody has flaws!

Just look at what absolutely deranged people live in this castle alone!”

Donovan was a good person, he was always careful of those around him and got angry if he heard how others had been mistreated.

He heard the big lungs working as Donovan yawned again.

“You are right, i've just been so tuck in my own head i never really saw that before, but now i finally do, thank you for that”

Well right now he couldn't exactly see anything with how dark it was, but he'd meant that metaphorically anyway.

Besides he could still hear plenty well, the whooshing sound of breath, and the steady thumping of a Heart near him.

How strangely calming.

He was snapped out of that thought as he felt himself being squished a little.

He was confused for a second before he realized that it was a weird attempt at a hug.

Well like this he couldn't exactly hug back, but he gladly endured it.

Having the walls of the pouch so close to him did remind him of something though, had he really felt scars?

Or had his brain made that up while he was scared?

He could probably find them again if he searched, so despite being a little squished he held his hands out and tried to feel for the strange dips.

“Fable? What are you doing?”

Ah, Donovan had noticed, of course he would, all of this was him after all.

Even if it was surreal to think about.

He stopped, not knowing if it annoyed Donovan.

Maybe he should explain himself.

“Last time i found some strange scars here, i wanted to see if i actually felt them or if that was just my brain”

It was entirely possible that in his fear his brain just added even more reasons to be afraid.

Donovan however seemed to know what he was speaking of.

“Oh wait I know what you mean, two scars right next to each other right?”

As far as he remembered that seemed correct.

“Yes, one bigger than the other”

“Well those are from Rikaad, he didn't know either but he was freezing to death and there was nothing else to keep him warm.

I just didn't expect the guy to have a hidden dagger, he freaked out and stabbed me”

Fable completely removed his hands from the walls around him, which had now eased up a little.

“That must have hurt, do the scars still cause pain?”

He almost slipped and just called it just unfortunate, yeah, it was gonna be a while till he was fully free of his Sires clutches.

Weird how the action of one man could echo so far even after his Death.

He also didn't want to go touch the scar tissue if it still caused any discomfort.

“I don't even notice the scars, don't worry, but i am tired so maybe we should sleep already”

Fable briefly wondered how old the scars were, but with how his brother mentioned cold it must have been in winter sometime.

He could hear another yawn, bigger than the last one and he realized that it must have been even later now.

Donovan was right, sleep was in order, and tomorrow was still some time to do things.

“You are right, it is late, goodnight Donovan”

“ ‘night Fable”

He could feel his brother get comfy one last time and immediately fall asleep.

He hoped he wasn't too uncomfortable on the floor of the shed.

But he doubted that this was the first time this had happened.

Reassured by the rhythmic thumping of the big heart he also fell asleep.

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I woke to a beam of sunlight hitting my face, I shifted to try and avoid it but when I felt a warm little weight slide around on the inside of my pouch I remembered what had happened the night before.

Ah, that's why I was Giant and laying on the floor in my shed.

Fable seemed to still be asleep so i continued laying there, I didn't want to wake the pale Elf up.

Concentrating, I could even feel the tall man's breathing, how weird.

He was definitely still sleeping, with how limply he lay there and the soft breaths it was very clear he'd also been very tired.

But I wasn't that tired anymore now that I was awake, so I had to debate moving and potentially waking Fable or staying put in boredom and let the Elf sleep some more.

Well, I was a Giant right now, not Ardua,

someone might freak out so I'd better just stayed where I was.

I lay there idly for a good hour basking in the warmth that having Fable so protected from the outside world gave me.

Then I felt Fable move, still i kept quiet in case he was just shifting in his sleep.

There was more shifting, Fable was indeed waking up.

It wasn't long before he was fully awake.

“Good morning, and before you ask im okay”

Yep, fully awake.

And called me out on wanting to ask once again if he was okay.

“Mhm morning, let me look for a towel so I can get you out.

Also i hope you are aware that the Nurse is gonna get both our asses for leaving the infirmary”

He laughed at that, the sound clear as bells which was weird as usually things were slightly muffled like this.

“I am aware don't worry, though they are probably more concerned with how i got so far away in the first place”

He did have a point in that, speaking of.

“Yeah HOW did you manage to get out there?

I didn't see a crutch or anything near you”

I grabbed the bundle of blankets I had used as a pillow and sifted through them to see if there was a towel with them.

“I think i'm entitled to some secrets, besides as a Fae i can do a little bit of magic”

Magic, of course, what else would it be.

“Magic eh? You must be pretty good at it if you managed to do disappear under the medics noses”

I pulled a crumpled but still dry and clean towel from the blanket pile while Fable answered.

“I am not the best there is, but considering a majority of the population can't do magic at all the bar isn't that high, aside from that the only thing i can really do is make light”

Make light? What? Like a lantern or what did he mean?

Maybe it was more like Oakleys glowing crystal?

“Make light? How does one ‘make light’ ?”

I pulled myself into a sitting position, feeling Fable slide a little which he seemed to just ignore.

“Well, a Light spell conjures a glowing and floating orb or bubble, whatever you want to call it, and then you have light”

So it was just summoning light?

I wasn't about to question further as I'd just get confused,

besides I wasn't a mage or magician or even a wizard so I didn't need to know anyway.

“Well that's practical i guess, especially if you can't make a fire”

I shifted to sit so that the single sunbeam into the room was aimed at my back.

When I let Fable out he'd have to adjust to the brightness first and I didn't want him to have the sun right in his face then.

“Well water reflects light a little differently so it's not as effective as in dry air, but it's still better than nothing,

and it doesn't get hot like other light sources.

I can show you if you want?”

Well I wasn't opposed to seeing actual magic, especially if it wasn't dangerous.

Oakley said he could do magic but keeps being a prick about showing it.

“Sure, it's not something I've really seen before so why not?

Might be interesting”

I shook the towel out once again for good measure but before I could tell Fable to prepare himself to get out I could feel something strange.

I blinked, it felt like a bunch of feathers were floating in my pouch with Fable, was that the light spell?

Despite not expecting to see anything I looked down to where he was.

Weirdly enough there was a soft and very muted glow, barely visible even.

To make sure it wasn't just a stray sunbeam or that I imagined it I lifted my shirt and revealed multiple softly orangeish glowing spots where my pouch was.

I had known that my pouch was closer to ‘outside’ than most of my other organs but actually seeing it was a whole nother level of weird.

“Fable I can see that, what the fuck”

He laughed again, the bell-like sound weirdly clear despite everything.

“I wanted to get used to light a bit before you let me out, but its weird that you can actually see that, though i might have made them a little too bright”

Magic was weird, but at least what he said made sense.

“Whatever, dispel that before anyone else sees and then i'll get you out”

I was not keen on explaining why I was glowing from the inside.

Luckily Fable did as I asked and the weird lights vanished.

“Alright, the light is gone”

I gave an affirmative hum before tensing the muscles needed to bring him back out again.

Fable seemed to remember last time as he kept still the entire time to avoid choking me.

He was out fairly quickly like that and I set him on the ground while holding the towel out to him.

He gratefully took it even if he somehow wasn't that slimy.

Whatever, that was a good thing seeing as someone being damp wouldn't raise as many suspicions as someone drenched in slime.

While Fable wrapped the towel around himself I used the Bracelet to shrink back to my human size.

Now he was the taller one again.

Also his long hair was messy probably thanks to me not to mention the thin film of slime.

I'd better show him where the washroom was.

On the way we could also notify the infirmary that both of us are okay.

“I'm assuming you want to know where the washroom is now?”

“Yes i do, but we should probably tell the Nurses we are alright”

Oh we'd definitely do that, we did have to go past the infirmary to get to the washroom anyway.

“Sure, it's on the way so we can't miss it, are you alright to walk with a hole in your foot?”

He was still injured and i didnt want him to make it worse by putting weight on his foot.

He'd end up in the infirmary even longer, and that was bound to get boring as unlike Nea they wouldn't just let him go around anyway.

He looked down at the bandages.

“I'll be fine, it isn't actually that bad, it just looks like it is but it missed everything important”

What luck! Better luck than Nea at least, hadn't seen hers unbandaged for some time but the day it happened it looked like it had been left in a swamp to rot.

“Well if you are sure, but if you need help tell me”

He simply nodded and I led him back to the big door and back inside the castle.

It wasn't long till we found ourselves back in front of the Infirmary door.

I really hoped they weren't to cross with us for disappearing.

I looked to Fable who just stood rigid and timidly knocked on the painted wood of the door.

It was opened in less than half a minute and as the nurse saw who it was she just rolled her eyes.

“You two are idiots, you couldn't wait to get discharged?

If you are fine enough to pull a disappearing act you are fine enough to be on your own, now excuse me i have to tend to patients that actually stay put”

She closed the door in our faces and for a few seconds we just stood there not saying anything.

Well then, might as well continue.

“You heard the lady, looks like we don't need to go back to the infirmary, at least for now, you should still have them check your wounds”

Fable nodded and both of us turned to go down the hallway.

“I will frequently let them check, while it didn't go through all the way i'd rather not get an infection”

That was good, I just hoped he wouldn't take an example on how Nea handled half of that.

We reached the last door of the hallway, the one that went to the washbasins and shelves with Soap.

I opened the door so Fable didn't have to pull any weight and potentially use his injured foot.

We slipped inside and closed the door again, turning around and I was greeted by steam and the smell of a lot of different soaps.

Aside from that it looked like nobody besides us was in here.

Good, then we didn't have to deal with comments about our earshape and whatnot.

I pulled my shoes and socks off and put them on the designated shelf so they wouldn't get wet.

Turning around again I went to one of the Basins in the back of the room and climbed inside, clothes and all, to be fair they needed to be cleaned anyway.

“Are you supposed to do that?”

Fable called over from where he stood two Basins over, hed taken one with a stupid amount of bubbles.

His green cloth had seen cleaner days as well, not to mention it was already damp anyway.

“you have to wash them anyway so might as well”

I just shrugged and leaned back into the warm water.

I did wonder how they managed to keep it at this temperature though.

Thinking about it the closer to the bottom of the basin it was the warmer it got.

Double floor with fire maybe?

Eh, whatever.

Looking over Fable went into the water as well and more than half of him was hidden by bubbles.

He sunk down until only his head was above, man he must practically be sitting down to do that.

The Basins weren't exactly deep or anything, just enough to comfortably fit a person of average height.

I debated grabbing a soap, one of the fancy ones for hair to wash the grime and sweat out of the tangled mess.

I decided to use whatever was nearest, which turned out to be Lavender scented, eh not bad.

As long as it got the job done I didn't really care what specific kind I used.

While i used a stupid amount of Soap on my head Fable was using his fingers to untangle his own rather long hair.

Why did he have long hair anyway? Was it an elven thing?

I decided not to ask, this was such a little thing and frankly it didn't matter.

Besides, I kinda doubted short hair would suit him.

While I was at it I took off my shirt, with some difficulty due to the bandaged areas and tossed it out of the basin.

It was still within reasonable reach though.

I relaxed back into the warm water, letting it soothe any aches I had from the battle or otherwise.

Sleeping on the floor in Giant form was not as comfortable as the Ardua one for sure.

This was also the first time I got to actually relax for like a week or so.

And what a week this had been, first my halfbrother showed up then Maringand declared war, then we fought said war and kicked Winton, and Oakley apparently can't die?

Well he ‘resprouts’ as he had put it, but still.

Also resprout meant he was at least partially plant right?

I doubted anything about that man would ever make sense.

I looked over to Fable who had sunk down again and still detangled his hair.

With it floating in the water like that it almost looked like white silk strings.

He had also tossed his own shirt aside like I did, albeit a bit farther away from him than mine was to me.

We sat in silence for quite some time, just relaxing.

Well Fable was mostly busy untangling his hair for half of that.

Laying back against the Basins wall i lighty dozed for some time, letting the warm water soothe the bandaged wounds.

How strange to think that the hundred or so pinpricks had come from actual arrows.

Also the slash on my shoulder from where someone had thrown a spear, that would probably scar.

I looked over when I heard water softly splash, but Fable was just reaching for his shirt.

Then I saw his back, it was covered in scars, lots of them.

They kinda looked like he'd been slashed this way and that.

Or Whipped.

When he said he'd been ‘trained’ I hadn't thought it to be that bad.

But before I could see more Fable had already snagged his green shirt and sunk under the colored water once again.

Ah, so that's why he chose one with lots of soaps and oils.

If he didn't want anyone to see that was very understandable, and I wouldn't speak up about it.

If he ever wanted to tell me I'd be there to listen, but for now I wouldn't tell him to do anything he didn't want.

We stayed for about five more minutes in the water before both of us clambered out of the basins, seeing as my fingers had gone all wrinkly that was probably for the best.

Drying off we went outside again, with me holding the door open again so Fable didn't have to strain any of his injuries.

So, what now?

We could go see Rikaad, or even Oakley even if the latter was just for me to check that I didn't hallucinate or dreamed the entire thing.

Maybe checking how Robin was doing first was a good idea, I'd basically just left without saying a word.

Though I'm pretty sure the Nurses told him I was okay, probably.

We decided to go out to the front yard for now, Robin was still in the infirmary and we did not want to disturb the Nurses or patients again.

God knows they'd get our asses.

So we walked past the painted door and went outside.

Looking around outside I spotted a familiar form that held crutches.

And strangely enough Rowley was there too, talking to Amicia.

I stopped where i stood in confusion, one; Rowley was just out and about even if Nea sat near him, and two; Amicia was also there and talking to him.

Shouldn't she be with Rikaad right now?

I wondered what the two were talking about but I wasn't part of the conversation so I wouldn't listen in.

Aside from that neither of them looked to be in distress or even unhappy.

Well if Amicia was sent away Rikaad was probably busy, so visiting Oakley it was.

I would talk to Rowley later though, since he hadn't even known how the bracelet worked it was likely he didn't know some of the other stuff as well.

Nea still had the bracelet as far as i could recall, maybe we should get it from her, at least before something happened.

I did wonder what would happen if I wore both of them at the same time though.

What if I set both to Giant? Would I be even bigger?

And what if I set both to Ardua?

What if I set one to Ardua and one to Giant?

I'd better not test it though, who knows how i could screw myself over with that, or if it even worked in the first place.

Asking Oakley was a better idea and might prevent me from doing something dumb.

“Donovan? Why are we just standing here?”

Fables comment snapped me back to reality.

“I just remembered that Nea still has the other Bracelet, i think we should bring it to Oakley for now”

He nodded and walked as gracefully as he could with an injured leg towards the rather violent Woman.

I followed suit, Nea was rough on everyone and I wasn't sure if she was okay with Fable or not.

It seemed she was pretty chill as she waved at him when she saw us, good, one less thing to worry about.

“Heya lads! Nice ta see both of ye are fine!”

She had her chipper tone back, nice, she must have gotten good news or something.

“Hello Nea, remember the Bracelet i gave you? Where did you put it?”

She didn't look to have it on her person at the moment.

She looked surprised for a second before she put a hand down the front of her shirt and pulled the thing out.

She handed it to me and I noticed that the metal was warm, near body temperature even.

“...thanks…”

I held it with the least amount of fingers I could while not being suspicious about that.

I really did not want to think where she hid that or why there in the first place.

“Glad to be of help! What are ya gonna do with it?”

I looked at the thing again, it looked exactly like mine, weird how they had found identical gems,

or maybe they are both cut off from one big one.

“I'm gonna give this to Oakley, he'll know better what to do with it than we do”

“Ohh right, fucker is back somehow, saw him not too long ago when he handed me some weird ointment for my foot!

Said with that it'll only be one more week instead of that half month!”

Ah, no wonder she was so chipper.

“Well we best get going now, but I do wonder if you know what Amicia and Rowley are doing?”

She looked over to where the two sat, just out of hearing range even for mine and Fables ears.

“Eh, far as i know Amicia apologized to the kid about the shit her uncle did and offered to talk about it, dunno if they still are on that topic tho”

Oh so she was already a thousand times better as a person than Winton would ever be, that was nice to know.

And I was sure having someone to talk to who actually knew stuff about Maringand would help him, at least a little.

We’d leave them for now, Nea had an eye on them and I doubted either of them would do something dumb.

“That's nice of her, we better get going now though,

It was nice talking to you! Also you gotta show me how you use that big ass sword when you are better!”

“It's a Claymore”

I looked to Fable who hadn't said anything till now the entire time I talked to Nea.

Nea laughed and whacked at me with her crutch, luckily missing as I sidestepped it.

“At least one of ya knows what weapons are called!”

I just rolled my eyes at her antics and kept far away enough that she couldn't just whack me with the crutch.

“Yeah yeah, sue me for not being violent or a nerd, i'll just be going to Oakley now”

My tone was clearly sarcastic and Nea actually laughed.

“Heh, well ya can't expected ta remember what its called after only seeing it once!

Now shoo i still have to keep an eye on tha two kiddos over there!”

She made a motion like she wanted to shove us aside and we left to go to Oakley.

Besides, I wasn't keen on her deciding we needed to leave and using her crutches to chase us away.

We went slowly through the foliage, always mindful about our injuries, maybe I could ask Oakley for some more of that teal stuff?

No, these wounds were minor, i didn't need it i could heal on my own, but maybe Fable could have some?

He was still limping seeing as he had a bolt shot into the top of his foot, he could use it more than me.

We reached Oakley's tower a bit slower than normal but considering the fact both of us were injured that was to be expected.

Luckily Oakley seemed to be there, at least judging by the clanking sounds of glass against metal.

Smelling the air there were hints of a lot of herbs, The main one I could identify was rosemary.

Was he cooking?

We went to the hastily built front door, which surely was not made by an actual carpenter, and knocked on the wood.

“Oakley? Are you there?”

There was another metallic clanging sound and a few seconds after that Oakley opened the door.

He cocked his head in that birdlike manner of his as he saw both me and Fable standing in front of the door.

“What are you two doing here?

I kinda expected you to be stuck in the castle if i'm honest”

Well technically we should be, but then again we kinda pissed off the nurses and just walked out after that.

The only one that saw us was Nea and she didn't really give a fuck so…

“Well lets just say the infirmary isn't very happy with us”

He cackled at that and the sound of his laughter reminded me still of the mocking of a crow.

“You boys sure have a way with people!

It's just questionable if it's a good one!”

That pretty much summed up a majority of all the interactions I ever had with people in general.

“I guess so, can I ask what you are doing though?

I smell herbs, are you cooking?”

He winked us inside at my inquiry.

“Nah not really cooking, well kind of i guess i'm actually not sure as what exactly making Jam counts”

Jam? In all honesty I had not expected him to do something as mundane as that.

“Jam? What kind?”

Fable asked the winged man who grabbed a bunch of glasses from a newly built cabinet next to the firepit.

“Rosemary! One of my favorites even if it's rather unusual”

I had not been aware you could make jam out of herbs.

“I did not you could do that, but then again that's not what we came here for”

Oakley stopped arranging the glasses on the table for a moment and tilted his head again.

“Well what are you here for then?

You do have to tell me stuff i'm not a mind reader after all”

I held out the bracelet Nea gave me a few minutes ago and he carefully took it.

“Ah i see, im taking a wild guess and assume you want me to either keep an eye on this one or tell you what to do with it?”

I nodded, I already had one so a second one wasn't needed but I also didn't want anybody else using it for something bad like Winton did.

Oakley turned the trinket in his talon-like fingers, inspecting every little detail.

Was he looking for something that set that one apart from the one I had?

I recalled that that wasn't the only thing we were here for, I had wanted to ask Oakley if he had anything to help Fable’s wounds.

As i turned to the pale elf he was not there, instead i could see him next to the window where he was petting the cat.

Awww, and he did it of his own volition this time!

Also how the fuck did he get there so fast when i wasn't looking?

I doubted I'd ever get an answer to that.

While Fable was busy I turned back to Oakley who seemingly was done inspecting the thing.

He looked me right in the face and I was once again reminded of a hawk with the way his yellow eyes reflected the light.

He held the Bracelet up.

“Say, what do you think of the boy that had this one?”

The question admittedly caught me a little off guard, Why was he asking anyway?”

“Uh, well i don't think he's bad, but he really looks like he doesn't want anything to do with it if i'm honest?

And i really angry at Winton for making a kid fight, He seems shy, which is understandable but it's obvious he'd rather be anywhere else than here.

He’s young so i don't know what he’ll be like, besides i've barely spoken to him considering i headbutted him into a boulder”

Then it occurred to me that Oakley might just give the thing back.

He couldn't use it, barely anyone could, and I already had one.

Though if he was going to give the thing to Rowley there was a LOT of explaining to do.

And a medical examination as well to see if he was as freaky as me.

Then the explanation would take a lot longer and get a lot weirder as well.

“Oakley, if you give him the Bracelet back you also have to explain everything you know about it to him, okay?

Oh also maybe take a medical exam or something, just to see if he's as much of a hybrid as me or if he's somewhat more normal in the anatomy thing”

He nodded.

“Sure, I might need you to demonstrate some things though, like shifting itself, oh and how the plants are supposed to be like!

From what little I've seen of these poor boy’s they were not healthy!”

He was very right in that, the plants on his back had been incredibly wilted, and not a single one of them had contained a healthy shade of green, there wasn't even a single blossom present which was quite the opposite of whatever overgrown fuckery was happening to me.

“Yeah I can do that, just gimme a heads up beforehand, oh also the second thing i came here for is to ask if you still have some of that Teal stuff? Fable got shot with a crossbow bolt and is limping”

Oakley spied past me to where my brother was engaged with the Cat.

“I think i do have some, gotta find it though, tell you what, if you can pour the jam into the glasses for me i'll look for it! Deal?

So I just had to pour stuff in a bunch of glasses?

Yeah that was easily doable.

“Sure! Deal!”

He pointed at the pot that was currently over the fire.

“Don't forget to protect your hands, though you'll probably have an easier time doing that than me, you have five fingers instead of three and no wings that could get in the way”

He turned to one of the piles of stuff where I couldn't even identify half of it and began to rummage through it.

I turned to the firepit and grabbed the rags on the table next to it so I could grab the handle without burning myself.

Wrapping the cloth around my hands I heaved the rather heavy pot off the fire while there were a bunch of clanking sounds coming from wherever Oakley was.

Being careful not to spill anything I brought it over to the table where he had put the glasses and after making sure they all were right side up I slowly poured the gelatinous mass inside.

I did have to admit that it smelled good, Maybe the kitchen staff would be interested in the recipe?

We did have more herbs than we could ever use after all so this was really not a bad idea.

Not knowing where else to put the heavy iron pot,

I put it back over the fire where it was before and unwrapped the cloth from my hands to put it back as well.

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