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nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius · 4 months

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TBOSAS liveposting

IT'S TIMEEEEE

AT LAST

God I miss LOTR lighting

I'm gonna assume that's baby Snow. If only I could see his fUCKING FACE

Dude chopping up another dude and we're less than two minutes in. I'd expect nothing less

He looks like Draco Malfoy and I hate it

(I'm loving this though)

Nooo not Papa Snow

Put your shirt back on you little shit

HE STILL LOOKS LIKE DRACO MALFOY AND I STILL HATE IT

"where's the shirt" he says

That's such a weird way of phrasing it I'm sorry

Oh okay he did mean a specific shirt I'll shut up

I love Tigris

"future president" HAHAHAHA

These movies love their symbolism and I'm living for it

Ooooooh hello he's lying about being poor

Her name's Arachne! I always love the names in THG, they warm my nerd heart

Also her voice reminds me of Johanna

IT'S THE MUSIC

HELLO CREEPY LAUGH WOMAN

God she's gonna be awful isn't she. I love her already

SHE'S SO CREEPY

Oh I like Casca. There's this edge to him that I can't quite put my finger on

Peter Dinklage is a great actor

OOOOOH hello motives

I love how they just refer to them as "boy/girl". So dehumanising. So creepy

Damn the dress really makes her stand out

Who's the dude apologising to her??

GET SNAKED BITCH

Am I tripping or does her dress have snake designs on it

I'm not gonna lie the singing is my least favourite part of this so far. It feels a bit too out-of-place and Disney

Hanging Tree had impact. This, less so. I keep expecting a bunch of singing mice to join her on stage or something

Oooooh she's angry

So he's gonna manipulate her? What a surprise

Well that's a normal thing to do

RUN SNOW RUN

"this cage is delightful" that was much funnier than it should be

FLICKERMAN SENIOR????

ohhh look they're in a zoo I wonder what that could symbolise

This is hilarious

Ohhh Sejanus is a rebel he's gonna get FUCKED

"I'd like you to write up a proposal of these thoughts tonight" TRAUMATIC FLASHBACKS TO HIGH SCHOOL

Except I had to write up proposals on adding water fountains and whatnot. Not. You know. Mass murder

That is a terrible bloody lunch

Sejanus darling would you like me to slap your father

Side note, are those sweet potato fries? Horror

oh Marcus turning away from him made me so fucking sad

I've seen spoilers of this part so I know what's coming

STAB A BITCH

Awwww Snow's trying to help her

Such a shame he becomes the worst motherfucker in the world

Sejanus just 🧍‍♂️

His character development is really well-written so far though

Nice handwriting Snow

!!!!! Character with Down's syndrome!!!!!

Omg she held his hand

How old are these kids??

This keeps reminding me of high school and I can't

TOOTH BLOB IN A JAR I REPEAT TOOTH BLOB IN A JAR

Side note my very legal site just started audio describing in ?Russian? at me and I got jumpscared so hard

I'll translate that later

PRETTY SNAKES

CLEMENSIA YOU BITCH

Let him do all the work and take credit for it??? B i t c h

You're that one dickhead in every group project and I hope the snakes get you

I swear my experience of high school was fine

JUST BACK OUT YOU TWAT

You gonna die

AAAAAND she dead

Did they give her an antidote or take blood???

Probably the latter let's face it

Dill do you need some lemsip or what

Are they handcuffed together? I feel like that's not the smartest idea for protection

Oh no they're not

The indoor arena must go much quicker than the outside one

🎶HEEE'S A LUMBERJACK AND HE'S OKAY🎶

Whoa where did those explosions come from??

RUN SNOW

Awwww she stayed

Glad that Sejanus won't have to watch Marcus die though

Well this is ominous

Snow what are you doing down there??

Wait is he down there or not I'm confused

Oh okay he was

Are they gonna kiss??

OH THEY ARE

Scratch that no they're not

Well the Billy Taupe bit sure felt random as hell

What kind of industrial grade rat poison are they using out here???

NO YOU'RE NOT GONNA WIN IT TOGETHER

Jessop's losing it isn't he

"And smile. It's why we have teeth." That was HILARIOUS but also I feel like I could write a critical essay on it

Missing Stanley Tucci hours

So why's Sejanus there?? His tribute fucked off

DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT GIRL

Ah shit we're gonna get Rue 2.0 aren't we

The actual games bit is always my favourite part of the movies

OH FUCK

Well. We know what happened to Marcus

I knew it would be something horrible

YES SEJANUS

So that was why Casca said the thing about the door

I really like Sejanus. Which is surprising because normally my favourites are the horrible ones

HATE TO AGREE WITH SNOW BUT YOU REALLY SHOULD BE RUNNING RN LUCY

Oops she dead

WHERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL

I love how monotone he is. It's so different from Caesar's forced exuberance but it's equally unsettling. He's so detached from the death

So are they all just sat in the arena??

Omg

Omg Lamina

HE'S ALIVE???

WAIT NO I THOUGHT THEY KILLED HIM

God that makes everything so much more horrible

they're all cheering for her but she did it so he wouldn't suffer didn't she

I can see it in her eyes

AND THEY'RE JUST BACK TO THE WEATHER THIS IS GENIUS

"that's what happens when you do stuff" stop making me laugh

I hope Lamina gets a painless death. I like her

???why did it miss her??

Bit of an obvious question maybe but

Ohhh hello vultures I can't see you without thinking of Crosshair

I can see everyone sloooooowly twisting Snow and it's great

He's probably right I wouldn't trust that water

has he got rabies???

GAUL JUMPSCARE

I know Sejanus isn't gonna make it and I'm just waiting for the inevitable

goddd I want to believe Snow so badly

I think that's the clever thing. You never know how much of it is truth

"I don't wanna hurt you" proceeds to smash his head in

What was I literally just saying

Did Snow kill him??

maybe I'd be able to tell if I could fUCKING SEE

it wasn't that awful was it

Tigris darling it's too late

CALLED IT IT'S RABIES

Snow you evil genius

LAMINA NO

I liked herrrr

Owww fingers in the door

I knew Coral would kill one of them at some point

WILL YOU JUST DRINK THE WATER ALREADY

bitch don't you touch Wovey

Don't make me watch her die

DILL??? REALLY??????

At least they won't suspect if she dies

Reaper has a heart :(

fuck now I'm sad

no shut up

he's arranging the bodies you don't get it

I'm not gonna cry I'm not gonna cry

YOU GET THAT FLAG

This scene broke me

it's like a cape help

PLEASE DO THE SALUTE PLEASE

FUCKING SCREAMING

I have to rewatch that oh my fucking god

his name's Reaper his name is Reaper I can't

they killed Felix didn't they

for the reminder

THEY'RE GONNA CUT BACK AND REAPER WILL BE DEAD

I GUARANTEE YOU ITS GONNA HAPPEN

HURRY UP SNOW

Bye-bye Treech

I don't want Reaper to dieeeee

He might be my favourite character out of all of them

WOVEY'S ALIVE

WOVEY NO

You son of a bitch

And Reaper tried to warn her I'm gonna cry

THE SNAKES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL THOUGH

I want some

That's a fun way to die isn't it

I KNEW IT I KNEW REAPER WOULD DIE WITH HONOUR

What a man

"I can't have killed them all for nothing" STOP

They pulled a Cato again and made me feel sorry for the bastards right before they die

Fucking chills

It's still a bit Disney musical but I love it

UPRISING TIME

WOOOOOOOOO

Such a shame it's all gonna go to shit

maybe you shouldn't have used your handkerchief with your initials on you twat

Casca you bitch

What happens to Tigris??

NO DON'T CUT HIS HAIR IT WAS LIKE HIS ONE REDEEMING QUALITY

Sejanus you wholesome boi

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SEJANUS COULD HAVE SAVED HIM

"it's a different world out here" aaaand there's the prejudice

why do I feel like he's not guilty

WHAT IN THE WHERE THE DEAD MAN CALLED OUT FOR HIS LOVE TO FLEE

HOLY SHIT I LOVE THAT

Snow nooooo you were doing so good

yes yes he would

I hope Sejanus lets her out

He's looking for Lucy isn't he

THERE SHE IS

Something something feathers in her hair

it's not a coincidence that she spotted him at that part of the song is it

Ohhhh Billy you dick

I can't even commentate at this point I'm too engrossed

oooooooooh she pulled away I saw that

KATNISS PLANT HELLO SYMBOLISM

Snow you bitch just run away

SNOW

SNOW YOU LITTLE FUCKWAD

Lucy darling he ain't pure at all

WELP SHE'S DEAD

Sejanus baby I just wanna hug you

why was Sejanus crying the saddest part of it

NO YOU WON'T

there's gonna be a dna sweep isn't there

I really want them all to escape together but I know that's not gonna happen

what the fuck

what the fuck sejanus no

SEJANUS NO

I KNEW HE WAS GONNA DIE BUT I NEVER REALISED HE'D GET HANGED

aaaand Lucy's gonna hear him on the recording isn't he

well fucking fuck

Oh okay they didn't

IS HE CRYING

oh he is

well now I almost feel sorry for him

I'm so conflicted rn

YOU SHOULD BE SORRY YOU GOT HIM KILLED YOU CUNT

ooooh you fucking liar

Also technically you indirectly killed a lot of other people

coryo what are you doing with that gun

well I know what he's doing I've seen the trailer but like

WHY ARE YOU SWEATING ARE YOU OKAY

well that wasn't awkward

Ohhhh we're coming up to that bit aren't we

"if something's happened we can talk about it" I love how he just suddenly became an awkward teenager

OH IT'S THE SCARF

goddddd he's going insane

HE SHOT HER???

or maybe not

ohhh he's going mad isn't he

It's so QUIET

Suspense

Is she even still there?? Or is this just in his head???

I wonder if she'll ever work out the full story

The ambiguity is really infuriating but also really really clever

Is that an eel??

Well that was a vague-ass answer

where's Tigris??

God he looks even more like Draco Malfoy now

Oh there she is

LOADED ANSWER MUCH

ooooooooooooooh Casca backstory

SO HE WAS A SABOTEUR ALL ALONG

OH HE POISONED HIM

Not surprised

DAAAAAAMN WHAT AN ENDING

Not as good as the originals, but that was to be expected. I adored it and the Reaper scene is gonna be stuck in my head for the next three months thank you and goodnight

#morgan's live slug reaction #tbosas spoilers #tbosas

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valleyfthdolls · 1 year

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Does Elizabeth or the Crying Child(Evan)play a major role in your AU?

Yes and yes but the crying child is not Evan. Both of them play similar roles to their canon counterparts, since the AU is a combo of my interpretation of canon and me just kinda doing whatever.

While Elizabeth is important to Michael as his little sister, she’s more important to Charlie’s role in the story. Elizabeth was Charlie’s childhood friend and hella protective over her despite being the younger one, because while Charlie was a good kid she was scatterbrained and prone to anxiety, always running around trying to make things better, and became a target for bullies because she didn’t stand up for herself. They’re mirrors, Elizabeth in pastels and light, doll-like styles and Charlie usually buried in a raincoat or similar big jacket, dressed in mostly dark grey or black because it’s hard to get dirty and ill-fitting, too-big skirts and shirts. But Elizabeth has green eyes, Charlie a green admission bracelet, both are the older sister in their family, with Elizabeth two years older than her brother, Charlie a few minutes older than hers, and both love their fathers dearly. Charlie was clearly the favorite, where Elizabeth saw herself as clearly the least favorite. Charlie came to Henry for comfort, and Abby sought out William for approval. Charlie was found by the Security Puppet, modeled after a jester or mime, in the rain after her death, and Elizabeth was killed by Circus Baby, modeled after a harlequin. The Puppet was the guiding light for the missing children, Baby the ringleader of the Funtimes. Where Charlie led, Elizabeth manipulated and lied, and while Charlie was driven to madness by despair, Elizabeth had been there a far longer time than her. In that way the poor girls were little more than mirrors of their fathers in their afterlives, but Elizabeth by the end didn’t want to be her father’s puppet anymore, and was crushed by the disillusionment Charlie had felt from the beginning.

Obviously there’s more to each girl, especially Lizzie given she’s one of my favorites, than just being parallels to each other, but they have a LOT in common and it’s very important to the both of them.

Cassidy- the crying child- doesn’t really have any parallels like that, but his story coincides with Michael’s.

Neither of them want to be their father. Unlike Elizabeth who just wants to be loved, Michael hates William’s expectations and wants to rebel, and Cassidy doesn’t want to be whatever William wants, but feels like he is alone and won’t be loved no matter what. “If I do this will you love me” vs “I don’t want you to just love me on these terms” vs “you’re not going to fucking love me anyway.” While Cassidy has a tough side, he’s afraid of hurting others because of the way he’s been hurt. He’s moody, unstable and an emotional wreck with early onset depression and anxiety and childhood ptsd. Where Michael is loyal, Cassidy is self-sufficient, where Michael yells, Cassidy cries and hides away. Cassidy is pushed to be a vulnerable mess by his hatred for Michael, who is so emotionally closed off and mean because he cannot deal with Cassidy’s “bratty” crying and… trauma responses… and this stems from the losses the family has suffered and how such a traumatic situation has destroyed the family form the inside.

When Cassidy died, Michael’s tough facade fell apart. He became what he’d hated of Cassidy- avoidant, shy, quiet, moody. He had hated Cassidy because he didn’t want to feel that way himself. He had projected his grief over Elizabeth disappearing and his trauma from William’s abuse onto Cassidy, because he had been at the center of it- having claimed to see Circus Baby “eat” Elizabeth- the way Michael was now at the center of this case.

Over the next two or three years, Michael would subconsciously repress the details of Cassidy’s death, like the bite, the day it happened, the hospital visits, the ambulance, the manslaughter charges that were dropped, his coffin up until his body fucking disappeared and Michael never saw him again, the twenty minutes he spent trying to “put him back together” and wake him up as the ambulance made its way to them from Cedar City, the estimates the doctors threw around for when he’d wake up that slowly turned into the rapidly approaching date of his death, or the fact that he’d died the day they told Michael he had roughly three days left, which would have made it eight days he’d survived instead of five.

But in 1987, when Michael’s closest friend suffered debilitating brain damage in an accident later known as “the bite of ‘87,” the strange circumstances of the situation like the animatronic mouth they dislodged from his skull having no mech, just a limp latex mask, were questioned from the beginning. However, Michael believed he knew what had happened. The same thing that had taken the lives of his other friends who’d been there the day Cassidy died.

Cassidy was still there.

Cassidy’s tragedy was what made Michael aware of the truth, and time and time again, Cassidy’s voice is the one Michael hears, and Cassidy is the one he reaches out to when he’s helpless.

“Can you hear me? I don’t know if you can hear me…

“I’m here now.

“I need you to call back. Do something, ANYTHING- try to kill me if you want. I know you’re here, Cassidy. I just need proof so I can keep going.

“I need to know what I’m doing is right so I can save you.”

#onyx talks too much #fnaf #christmas kids au #elizabeth afton #cassidy afton

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wandering-soul-1993 · 2 years

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This story comes with a ⚠️ MASSIVE trigger warning ⚠️ for child illness. I dealt with one of the most traumatic experiences of my life this week that resulted in the death of a baby. Writing is how I cope and how I process. This is rough, and I probably missed a lot in editing, but I gave it a happy ending. This story is how I wish things would have ended. Also, I chose Armand for this one because (correct me if I'm wrong) I think there's a scene in Devil's Minion of him giving money to trick-or-treaters; I thought he'd be a good fit. I don't mean to offend; I don't mean to hurt anyone. I'm simply trying to understand.

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RELIEF

At first he thought the crying was coming from inside his mind, though why he would imagine an infant’s cry, he had no idea. Armand stopped in his tracks; Daniel kept walking, only realizing he was alone when he reached the corner. When Daniel turned back, he saw Armand staring up at the whitewashed façade of the hospital. The red EMERGENCY sign lighting up almost an entire parking lot and spilling out into the street.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked, coming back to stand next to his maker.

“Don’t you hear it, Daniel?” Armand asked softly.

“Hear what?"

“The crying.”

Daniel turned his attention to the automatic doors constantly sliding open and shut. “I hear a lot of crying; it’s a hospital.”

Armand shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “It’s a baby.”

Daniel cocked his head. “Yeah…” he answered, unsure of what was happening. “I hear a lot of babies crying. They’re born here, you know.”

Armand turned his large brown eyes to his minion. “I’m not talking about those babies, Danny. I’m talking about one in particular.”

Daniel sighed. “Well, you’re going to have to point them out for me, because I hear an entire nursey of squalling little offspring.” He crossed his arms.

“Very well,” Armand agreed, and rushed inside the emergency department.

Daniel didn’t have any time at all to make any attempts to persuade him otherwise. Even as a vampire, he almost had to break into a run to keep up with Armand’s lightening speed. They were moving too fast to be seen, Armand effortlessly dodging and weaving between patients, doctors, and visitors while poor Daniel was left dancing some kind of uncoordinated ballet to keep from bumping into anyone.

When they reached the elevators Armand paused long enough to smash the up arrow, leaving Daniel to jump between the closing doors. “Where the hell are we going?” he demanded, slumping against the wall.

“You said you wanted me to point the baby out,” Armand told him. “That’s what I’m doing.”

The fourth floor was painted some of the brightest colors Daniel had ever seen. Blues, greens, reds and yellows created a surprisingly comforting atmosphere while recognizable cartoon characters waved and pointed visitors towards the patient rooms. They past the Hundred Acre Woods, Micky Mouse’s Clubhouse and the island where the wild things are on their way towards this mysterious crying that Daniel still hadn’t heard. He knew better than to say anything, though. Armand was beyond determined to show Daniel this child, though what Armand would do next, he wasn’t sure.

He stopped so suddenly that Daniel nearly ran into him. The door had the most uninviting clown taped to it, but damn it they tried their best. Armand pushed the door open slowly, making sure the hinges didn’t creak.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Daniel asked, looking up and down the hall.

Armand didn’t answer, only stepped completely inside the room. Every monitor known to man must have been hanging on the wall, each with it’s own individual line that connected to a tiny body lying motionless in a hospital crib. The poor thing couldn’t have been a year old, at best, and her breathing came in shallow, hurried gasps. The heart monitor was either racing or plummeting. Across the room, curled up on the small, brick-hard couch, were two adults Daniel assumed were the girl’s parents. They stirred in their unrestful sleep, clinging to each other desperately.

Armand approached the crib and stared down at the pink swaddled bundle for a long time. Daniel stepped closer as well. The top of her head was wrapped entirely in bandages, iodine stains visible through the hair. Her blue eyes hung half-opened and lusterless. Daniel realized that she really wasn’t breathing on her own, a machine was doing that for her; it seemed like these machines were doing more for her than she was on her own.

The pain in the room was palpable, the stress tangible. Daniel’s Mind Gift wasn’t entirely developed yet, but he was able to surmise from the parents’ dreams that this was an accident; a horrible and unfair accident—one that only God himself could orchestrate and execute—had left this poor little human in the state she was in.

Daniel glanced back at the sleeping parents. “What happened?” he asked, but Armand only shrugged. “What are you going to do?” He wasn’t sure if he’d get an answer for that either.

He didn’t answer in words. Instead Armand pushed the blanket down, away from the baby’s face, exposing a chest full of sticky monitor pads and wires, the little lungs blowing up and deflating mechanically. Armand brushed the baby’s cheek and she twitched. “It’s alright, little one,” Daniel heard him say. “I’m going to help you.”

“You’re going to what?”

Armand didn’t look up at Daniel, but somehow he knew Armand’s expression was telling him to shut up. He stepped back from the crib and the other vampire, keeping an eye on the parents who were beginning to stir. Whatever Armand was going to do, he better do it fast. Daniel turned back to the crib in just enough time to see Armand prick his thumb on one of his fangs. Daniel gasped and covered his mouth. “Are you seriously doing what I think you’re doing?!”

“Just a drop or two,” Armand said without looking up. “She’s only a baby.”

“Are you crazy?” Daniel was beginning to panic. Who in their right mind—vampiric or otherwise—would give a child this dark blood? Armand of all people should know how that scenario ends.

Armand pushed the intubation tube out of the way slightly, making just enough room for his thumb to swipe against the baby’s tongue. She swallowed and almost instantly began to cough. Daniel gripped his hair with both hands, threatening to rip it out. They’d killed her; they’d killed this baby and they were going to be caught and experimented on and that was the end of it. Armand, calm as ever, simply stepped back and took Daniel’s hand. Together they watched as one monitor after another stopped blinking; all of them stopped beeping. The heart monitor steadied itself and the oxygen intake number began to rise. The baby, however, was still coughing profusely.

“I don’t think she can breathe on her own with that tube in,” Daniel said, though it was only a guess based on something he’d seen on one of those doctor shows. Armand looked up at him for the first time that night in alarm, his eyes begging for Daniel to fix the situation. At first, Daniel wasn’t sure what to do, but then his eyes fell on the bright red call button on the wall. He pushed it and immediately a light out in the hall above the door began to flash. “We need to get out of here; I just called for medical staff.”

They had just enough time to slip out as two nurses came flying into the room. Daniel and Armand stayed pressed against the darkened wall, listening to the commotion. The parents were awake now, and they were demanding to know what was going on with their daughter.

“I—I don’t understand it. She wasn’t going to last the night,” one of the nurses was saying. The mother began to cry hysterically. “No,” the nurse continued. “That’s what’s so amazing. She’s stable now. Go get the doctor; he’ll want to see this.”

They watched the second nurse disappear around the corner only to return minutes later with a tall, dark-skinned man. “What do you mean she’s stable?” he was asking as they ran.

“Her numbers,” the nurse panted. “I can’t believe it.”

Daniel leaned closer to the door trying to catch bits and pieces of the muffled conversation. It was a miracle, one of the nurses said. It couldn’t be explained by medical science. The baby wasn’t meant to see the sunrise, she was that far gone. In the next moment they heard the little girl’s crying as the tube was removed from her throat, followed by the harrowing sobs of relief from both her mother and father. The medical staff stepped out, telling the family they would be back to make sure the baby’s vitals were still good and her stats were holding. Each of them, Daniel saw, was just as dumbfounded as the next.

“You knew that would help, didn’t you?” Daniel whispered. Armand only smiled. “You know that was a good thing you did. Maybe you’re not such a devil after all.”

Armand chuckled. “I’ll always be a devil, sweet Danny, but only to those who want me to be.”

#vc #vampire chronicles #the vampire armand #daniel malloy #may be triggering #triggering themes #emotional triggers #vamptember

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thevampirearchive · 2 years

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Commentary on Interview With The Vampire - Episode 4 (Spoilers)

Now why did I think that was a cotton tree. Does Cotten even grow on trees? Okay

Omfg diaries! CLAUDIA MA CHÈRIE!

Black Angel :) he is beautiful! Pls, I love this!

From a young person perspective, I’m with Lestat. Imagine being a child forever? I’d loose my mind. @ vampires pls don’t turn me till I’m a crisp 35 pls and thank you.

“I dont know” I know this pisssed Lestat off. Like why you bring her here WITHOUT ANY PLANS? But also? Same Louis, same.

And ofc begging will help because Lestat would literally do anything to make his man’s happy, king.

Louis trusting Lestat and not saying anything as he nearly drained her —- iktr

Pls not a street cat, I love her.

“If you want it to be” Louis where will she go if it’s not pls he’s so nice, giving options and not tryna scare her. Lestat would have said yes ofc, and if you need anything else, tell me because I’m very rich.

“That make him the dumb one” not me weezing, child pls. And all while Lestat in the dark.

I love this tho, them communicating like this and watch Lestat be jealous as he should.

“What’s he saying” he’s so irritated! This is the reality Edward Cullen thinks he wants but trust, he doenst. Nobody does.

Relying on Louis words alone would make me anxious cuz it’s not like they understand eachother most of the time. And now miss C has access ? Yeah hang in their Lestat.

Not him calling her his lil Milkweed — IM SCREAMING

“Family secrets” awwwww. And Lestat got so happy! I’m so exited.

Uncle Les and Daddy Lou are the cutest nicknames!

Aww her observing them! She’s so cute.

Pls not the vegetarian parents vs the carnivore parent feuding. EAT HIM EAT HIM EAT HIM! Love how she sounds a lil sad but not for long cuz she about to have the best time and Louis will scream cry throw up

Lmaoooo ‘it has movement’ no because speak! Lestat, pls, You’ve been dragged for your outfits twice while we watched, you’re not a fashion icon pls you’re just French.

Pls not her smelling someone better hhhhahahahaa glad the swans are safe.

Ew not the singing, she’s so creepy, it’s perfect!

‘Not a cop’ Claudia said ACAP purr, that’s my niece for sure.

Lmaooo not now Lestat, he’s really tryna ‘that’s my baby’ rn? We’re busy bro pls have your proud father moment at home (but yes that’s y’a girl! PEIROD)

Lestat smiling at Louis as he really he’s him what Lestat taught him :) and I’m sure he’s especially happy because Louis had that whole morality dilemma. And now, he’s not even springing it on Claudia! Good!

Lmao she’s so pouty , same. Start screaming and kicking. “From starvation” hahahahaha ON HER KNEES, pls they need to pay attention or she’ll eat the streets💀

LMAO she’s having too much fun! FROG LEGS? Y’all sure this isn’t Leatats daughter?

Not her smashing the macaron, I know Lestat screamed cry threw up at the sight. It’s his country’s national treasur!

Hahahah not Kill Juice!

I love how she plays in the light! She’s such a kid Argh same.

Yes Daddy Lou is cute but Lil waif? Lmao not him calling her a fucking abandoned neglected poor orphan to her face 😭names go hard tho tho — they should drop a track

‘The book is her friend’ not Louis translating to Lestat who still don’t get it. She talks to books cuz she her daddy’s daughter hello? What’s not clicking.

Pls not the pen scribbling, it’s so loud 😭

And they squished in the coffin like sardines! MAMA,WE TRAPPED INNA THIS BOMBOOOOOOOO! WE CANNOT ESCAPE WE CANNOT GET OUT! WE TRAPPED LOKE A PACK OF SARDINES

NOT Lestat tryna threaten her and she unbothered, PEIROD. Nobody cares if your tiers uncle Les, answer the question 🔫

Omg! Louis French is good :) lmao Lestat just yelling FUCJING he’ll. Iconic. Lestat is super young-acting tho so idk how that was thrown at him. He’s mad cuz he cannot sleep, he cannot rest, 🎶a single mom who works two jobs —🎶

Pls not her testing the coffin, same.

Hahahahahahah not his feet in her face, baby was traumatized!

Not catching them get it on, ‘you miss me’ 🤓 yes pookie, hahaha I loved that

Glad Claudia realizes the hypocrisy, but don’t question him too much 😭 glad Louis set her straight cuz he’s been yelled at now a lil too much.

Pls not him explaining queerness, purr. She’s so freaking cute! Perfect casting!

Pls Claudia looks disgusted THAT FISH LOOKS NASTY INDEED. He’s tryna convert her and she’s still frowning, lmaoo. I lowkey don’t like this cuz he’s confusing her because he’s so tightly connected to his humanity still vs her adjusting so well already.

Pls not the call for prayer, mashallah. i could go on a 7 day rant about vampires and Muslims, and how Christian’s should step aside cuz their religion does not have the full facilities to hold such supernatural creatures to begin with! PURR

Claudia was out here on some author shit. Wrote all down like her life depended on it.

Her room is so nice. Lmao not her throwing stuff at him I’m screaming!

I’m glad she explains how time flies, cuz some ppl think eternal immortality is = boredom. YOU FOOLS!

Aww she truly is a child! Gets between her dads when they fight? Many of us are having war flashbacks, I bet.

Pls not them watching Nosfaratu and laughing! Same. The mockery. Pls

Another funeral, haven’t people died enough? And She wore red to a funeral? Baby, I bet it was lestats idea.

Pls not his sister against same

Sex parents hahahahahahahahha enough.

Not the smugness of Louis, same💀 I bet he’s sad tho, but still resentful after all.

Pls not his sister thinking Lestat pays for it all.. he does but Louis pays him back :/ put some respect on his name. And the threat. Pls! Their like a lil family of killers.

NOT THE SMELL! She was stood up there like that picture of blue Ivy

Lestat pls be Fr! cuz he acts however he wants and doenst care, and that’s why her behavior was fine lmaoo

Uncle Les and you are Evil Twins lmao, iconic evil twins.

Not him having the most convekyrrd complicated sex talk 😭 even i was slime huh? So he’s teaching her how to drive and what love and sex is? Iconic.

If someone called me belladonna I’d scream, that’s my fav nickname for her — why is he comparing her to drugs like this? Sir? 😭

Pls not them hunting together how Louis said he hated. Louis did tell her she hated it for a reason and I see why, but I see why Lestat loves it. Creepy, weird, enticing snd perverse.

Lmao not her just jumping him, I love this scene. “She’s with me” purr.

She’s realizing! I love it! But realizing too hard cuz now you playing grown.

‘Jumped a girl’ LMAO period, Lestat is so proud of her and Louis is terrified 😭I’m both 🫶🏾 Except that outfit is giving elderly, she truly is lestat’s daughter.

Pls, not darkie, I’m triggered y’all. 💀 NOT DARKIE. Almost had her commit homicide.

Omg he kinda looks like Louis’ brother :) omg.

Oh my gosh, she’s like a fanfic writer her thoughts hve be giggling.

She reads so fast she doenst even look down, me when? All so she could go see her man’s do his rounds!

THE FLOWERS! PLS! Not the blocking! ‘This is your father speaking’ LOUIS GET OUT OF HER HEAD! Can a girl get some privecy in here ?

Omg she’s matured so much! WAIT! I need a timeline cuz she said 19, is she lying or has 2. Years passed? If so, it took her almost 2 years to complete one diary? That seems fake.

Pls not the horse 😭 she’s finally getting what she wanted. But now I’m scared. ‘Your an Angel’ leave that man’s neck alone baby girl, cuz it cannot end good! YOUR KILLING HIM! CLAU! CLAU! NOOOOO! The horse fighting for its life in the back cuz she killed him!

I love her and I’m so sorry baby girl but not taking him home knowing your uncle is Lestat…. He’s gonna hurt your feelings Fr

‘He’s dead’ thump — I AN SCREAMING.

Louis: Lestat :/ — translation: be empathetic pls

Lestat: :) what? :)? — Translation: I keep telling y’all we vampires but everybody in this fucking house wants to mess around and be entangled with humans so this why y’all get, bodies bodies bodies..

‘Clean up after yoursel’ AND IM SCREAMING AGAIN. Y’all don’t understand this is him when he’s angry. When he’s yelling and shit? That’s him hurt and frustrated. Smiling and smooth and snip? Yeah y’all have him pissed.

Talk about taking actions for your responsibility. Lestat would be a ‘let it cry itself to sleep’ type of parent. He has to teach her tho or she’s gonna be miserable. And I love how harsh he is with her cuz this is exactly how Louis would have had to face the music if Lestat wasn’t so in love and so afraid of loosing him that he forced gentleness and patience out. Lestat fed up tho, he cannot have a Louis 2.0 situation, Mans 159, he’s tired.

“I don’t want you” 🤨 Louis, quickly, who does this remind you of? Option 1. You? Option 2. toi?

Not Anne Frank and Stephen king, Daniel…. 😀

‘I had two and their—’ lmaooo Daniel finish the sentence 💀

They have a lot of dark eras of their lives, ngl.

‘Bandaid for a shitty marriage’ DANIEL😭 this man must be an earth sign cuz what’s this brutality. Taurus maybe ? Or a

Coffin scene smacked. Omg the flavors! Me at 3am having yet another mental breakdown nBUT WORST. She’s realizing everything and it’s rushing thru her, poor baby about to end it. Pls and the nock on wood, CLAUDIA

LESTAT! LOUIS! GET HER! Their truly parents to an emo child cuz she basically cutting and venting to paper and I cannot beleive that’s how it ends :/ GIVE ME MORE DAMN IT!

#IWTV #commentary #IWTV commentary #thoughts #Claudia #Lestat #Louis

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italiangothicwriteblr · 1 year

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for the A-Z ask game: B, C K and V?? have a good day/night!

@ink-fireplace-coffee

Hey Carmen! Thanks for the ask!

I've only got one B--the bitch himself, the man who somehow got 60% of the vote in the Giacomo ship poll--

Basilio. Murdered his own brother in front of people and it got worse from there. (Side note: Odoacre intro post hopefully coming soon. I've had him two weeks and already love him)

He's the worst person ever, but somehow people love him anyway.

I have a lot of Cs, let's see if I remember them all

First is Cloelia--my sweetheart darling baby girl. I love her so much. She's sunshine in human form but also will murder someone to protect her sisters. She's younger than Nova, and grew up a bit more sheltered, but somehow manages to get very pragmatic very fast when things go to shit. Probably my favorite side character.

Then Cinzia--don't have much on her, but she was Nova and Ori's sort of magic mentor.

Calpurnia--Trying her best, but has been openly anti-magic since the war. Niccolo's sister and Livia's grandmother. Also: her and her brother in law Enrico fight all the time and it's hilarious. She's really not a bad person, she's just incredibly traumatized from the war.

No K's

V--I'll cheat and talk about Ottavio Volta

If ever there was a man who needed more fleshing out. His role in the story is mostly him kicking it off with his betrayal, and serving as emotional trauma for Nova. He comes from an old family, not quite Capello or Trapani level, but they have had an Imperatore in the not-so-distant past. He grew up with a bunch of loving adults and siblings and still made poor choices. Nova doesn't know why and tbh neither do I.

He's also one of the only characters I don't have a color palette for

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Ah yes, I was intrigued by your post! What meant before is that I was in the middle of coming up something lighthearted and funny featuring Babi since she's a fav of one of my friends. Basically a little fic gift for them!

As that was still on my mind when I saw the post, I ended up imagining a funny scene with her and Tsuri. Hence why I mentioned it. Didn't mean to imply that I was intrigued by the thought of her getting spooked by him. My bad! 😅

Goodness gracious, though I would have never taken Tsuri for someone born into a rich business! I always felt like he might have come from somewhere unexpected but nothing quite like this!

His parents tho- what the actual fuck is wrong with them?! I knew some rich folks tend to lack even the most basic of morals but this? It takes a special kind of terrible to have your own children "thrown away" simply because they weren't “up to par”!

That goodness that his servants were there to help save him from being so callously disposed of by his parents there. I do hope his maid and butler weren't caught by those uncaring assholes tho.

That poor girl tho asjkakj yes I understand where Tsuri was coming from but uhm I hope she wasn't too traumatized by the sight of her asshole father getting beaten to death there asjkasjk

ALSO GODDAMMIT I WAS HOPING TO SEE TSURI GIVE THOSE ASSHOLES A HORRIBLE DEATH FOR WHAT THEY'VE DONE

IT'S GOOD THEY'RE DEAD

BUT DANGIT I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO TSURI TO GIVING THOSE ABUSIVE PIECES OF SHIT WHAT THEY DESERVED LOL

Goodness. I know you said Tsuri isn't close to his siblings but I couldn't help but feel a little bit of relief to know that he wasn't the only one who managed to escape from those dipshits there. Definitely looking forward to learning more about his sister! C:

Yyyyup, they were the reason why Tsuri does what he does today. He and his siblings went thru a shit life, so he doesn't want anyone to experience that. Fuck abusive parents

Tsuri had a bunch of siblings, but as of now, there's 2 currently alive: Natalia, 23, who also managed to escape later in her life, and a younger brother, 14, who she takes care of and is going thru a conflicted life of regular school.

Also the maid and butler are ok! I haven't figured out how they're living life, but they pop up on occasion to spend time with Tsuri. If he wasn't working a dangerous job, he'd honestly want them to live with him, but he wants them to live a free life (they aren't new nor afraid of killing, but Tsuri always wants others to live a better life than that)

#not like that's gonna stop them from checking up on Tsuri #I even had an old scenario where they came to visit and Butler taught Tsuri how to cook a specific meal and Maid was chatting with Leroy #Leroy feels awkward and shy around them cuz they feel so dignified and well mannered and they took care of Tsuri and Tsuri's actually chatty #and relaxed and even smiling a lil and Leroy doesn't know what to think so he wants to melt away

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My Morticia trio

U-134: Wallflower Morticia (center)

One of the more run-of-the-mill, vanilla Morticias, similar to C-137′s Morty

Most Morticias are more social and confident than most Mortys, but U-134 is an exception, because of her poor eyesight, which requires prescription glasses and has kept her socially isolated

A Rick invisibly visiting her at a young age might have been responsible for her vision problems in the first place, as part of some experiment

Prior to her grandfather's "return" around the time she started high school, she was living a very mundane, quiet, and lonely life

In adventures she plays a passive, timid role, except when pushed to her limit - something that’s happened to her more and more over time

Lives in Summer’s shadow, envying and not envying her at the same time; everyone but Rick seems to give Summer more attention than her

She never really got over the trauma of finding out from Mr. Goldenfold’s dreams that he’s attracted to her

She only abandoned an Earth once, for the squirrels, and was allowed to remember it because it was her first time abandoning an Earth; it was a much longer squirrel-based adventure than we see in the snippet in Morty’s Mind Blowers, a whole episode’s worth, and was no less traumatizing than Rick Potion #9; she’s afraid of squirrels now

She had a fangirl crush on Vance Maximus, Renegade Starsoldier, and took it very personally when Rick killed him

She and Rick didn’t go to the Citadel much, but they were there on an adventure when it was destroyed (split up for separate A and B plots, Rick investigating Ricks, and Morticia investigating Morticias and Mortys), and she got isekaid to me along with U-114 and I-707

U-114: True Love Morticia (right)

A Morticia obsessed with romance, soulmates, and purity, always waiting for The One and always sure that he'll arrive any day now like in a Disney movie

Serene and faithful in her principles, it’s hard to shake her sense of peace

She imprinted on family stories about her parents’ early shotgun wedding, and sees it as beautiful and aspirational

A mostly normal Morticia before Rick showed up, but she chose to play up her idealistic side to contrast herself with Rick

Rick did not take kindly to this, and made several attempts to break her spirit (including showing her across dimensions how bad her parents are for each other, taking her to Gazorpazorp for a much longer adventure than C-137 went on, and taking her to Mormon Lizard Heaven, a dystopian marriage-focused afterlife), all of which backfired

One of these attempts was similar to Rick Potion #9, and similarly concluded with abandoning the Earth; she didn’t show much of an emotional response to this, so later when she abandoned her second Earth over the squirrels, she was also allowed to remember that, which also left concerningly little impact on her

She frequently wondered if the subject of her latest adventure was her one true love; close calls included Gazorpazorp bin Laden, Jaguar, and Fart

The final straw came when she started shipping Rick with Unity and decided to do a Parent Trap thing to set them back up with each other

Unity went yandere and started taking over the Earth, Rick abandoned the Earth and U-114 Morticia, and the Citadel abducted her as an abandoned Morticia (it’s free real estate!)

She lived in the Citadel for some time after, and became a moderately wealthy power player as assorted Mortys and a few Ricks attempted to court her; she politely turned down each

She had her own penthouse suite where she grew into an introverted shut-in, playing with a Story Train all day and fantasizing about the perfect domestic life she knew she was made for

A laughingstock for most of the Citadel’s Ricks

I-707: Bunny Ears Guard Morticia (left)

A more divergent Morticia from the more central Mortys we’re familiar with

Rick entered her life much earlier, when she was seven, and they hit it off as a team immediately

She visited and cleaned out Froopyland with her mom and Rick, and once it was deemed imaginary enough again, her mom gave that world to her as a gift

She correctly deduced that it was really Rick leaning on her mom to give it to her

She once saved her dad’s job by lying in front of Congress about an ad campaign that “unknowingly” incorporated hypnosis spirals known to cause seizures

She knew Krombopulos Michael as a close family friend; had reservations about his line of work but still liked him and his family, who frequently had dinner with the Smiths

When she was nine she butt-dialed Krombopulos Michael and accidentally had him kill her friend Jessica, who needed to be replaced with a clone; that was her Look On Down From The Bridge moment

After about five years of adventuring, when she was twelve, “her” Rick died in a tragic everyday Plumbus accident

To escape from her grief, she abandoned her family and moved into the Citadel, before the funeral was even over

This was the first time she’d abandoned an Earth, and she did it by herself, without Rick ever having directly told her to

She’s been putting in her best effort to rise through the ranks in the Citadel and impress people ever since

She overcompensates with a bubbly, manic, detached personality, inspired by Rick but as seen through rose-tinted glasses, so with less of a nasty edge

She’s an instant natural leader for most Mortys and Morticias she works with, and quickly charms most Ricks as well

She was kind of interested in selfcest but got scared off of getting too serious with it when she met Eraserhead Baby Morty, the offspring of a Morty/Morticia couple; she likes boys more than girls but she’s more interested in Morticias than Mortys

She might actually have been attracted to Rick but was more than uncomfortable enough with this to balance it out and repress it

She voted against President Morty but she acted like she voted for him once he won, because she’s a bit of a power-chasing sycophant

“another day working at the discharge cannon spire. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the discharge cannon. buddy, they won’t even let me fuck it”

Her dimension number is “LOLI” upside down

#my Morticias #not my art #I remixed it #don't bother the original artist please I don't have permission or anything #and actually this is forbidden to begin with

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katsukis-sad-angel · 3 years

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Food Poisoning is not Fun, Food Poisoning is not for Everyone

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Sick!Fem!Reader

Summary: A little self-indulgent fix because I just spent an entire class period vomiting this mornings peanut butter toast into a school toilet and I think I traumatized the poor girl crying on the other side of the bathroom. In reality, there was no boyfriend for me to kiss goodbye, but we don’t talk about that

AN: Having long hair + edgy side bangs + throwing up = bad time

Warnings: mentions of vomit, soft Bakugou *chefs kiss*

Based on a true story

You sat on your knees in front of the school toilet, cringing as pain rolled in waves through you abdomen, much worse that the cramps that had plagued you the week before. Soft whimpers and begs for the pain to stop to no one in particular were the only things that could be heard between the sounds of choking and chunks of half-digested bread hitting the water.

The morning had been just like any other, rolling out of bed, feeling fine, getting dressed and starting the car, feeling fine, kissing your boyfriend and pet goodbye, feeling fine, walking into school, the pain and lightheadedness began so you had dropped your things off in your classroom and rushed to the bathroom where your stomach immediately hit the reject button and everything came pouring out all at once.

And here you still sat, legs numb, throat burning, eyelashes glued together from your mascara and tears, and the horrid taste of bile in your mouth to top it off as you flopped onto the floor once more, as it seemed to be the only thing that seemed to make the grey marbled stall and tiled floor stop spinning.

As you lay there, tears rolling down your cheeks and lip trembling, your eyes began to droop, ready to pass out, but suddenly the nurse came in as well as the principal, one of the school cops, and a custodian. Her soft but firm voice roused you from a near faint, asking if you could try and open the stall door.

You shook your head, eyes rolling back once more, but she called your name again and you were forced to come back to your senses and look her in the eye.

It was that moment that your boyfriend showed up, kneeling down next to your head and engulfing one of your trembling hands in his large, calloused one. His face was covered by a mask, but you could still see that his worry made his eyes turn a deep maroon, a stark contrast to their usual fiery red.

"You ok, Bear?" He asks in the softest murmur he's able, stroking your paled cheek with blunt nails.

Oh no. The lump in your throat was back.

Breaking into a cold sweat, you shook your head quickly and tore yourself away from him, quickly shoving your hair away from your tearstained face and returned to convulsing as your body regurgitated the very bottom of your stomach's contents.

Bakugou was quick to support you against his chest and hold your hair back while it happened, gentle words and soft nuzzles finally bringing an end to whatever was causing this.

The rest of it was a blur; you were loaded into a wheelchair and someone brought your things from the classroom to you and Bakugou drove you back to your shared apartment. There, he lay you down on the couch, wrapped you in as many blankets he could find, helped you sip some water and you were out like a light.

---

When you awoke, the lovely aroma of chicken noodle soup invaded your senses and you shuddered in delight.

You cracked your eyes open and lo and behold, Katsuki Bakugou, with nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants around his waist which revealed the brand elastic of his boxers, setting a steaming bowl of soup on the coffee table in front of you.

He felt your forehead, "No fever. I guess it was just food poisoning."

His cool hands felt wonderful though, especially when he carded them through your hair and gave you an affectionate kiss on the forehead.

"Feeling any better? You slept for a long time-" He eyed the clock under the television, "7 hours, princess."

“Yeah I am,” You whisper, voice hushed and dry from sleep, “Th-Thank you for helping me... I-I didn’t mean to embarrass you o-or cause a scene. I really can’t c-control myself, there’s just so much going on in my head and you know how I turn into a limp noodle when I get lightheaded, I-”

“Don’t worry about it baby girl, I know, I know, ssssh.”

He spooned soup past your lips to stop your embarrassed rambling, interlocking his fingers with your own at the same time.

You knew everything was going to be ok.

#katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shirtless bakugou mmmm #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction

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kismetintheuniverse · 3 years

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Bucciarati’s Gang + La Squadra Texting HCs

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𝕭𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎'𝖘 𝕿𝖊𝖆𝖒

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ʙʀᴜɴᴏ ʙᴜᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴀᴛɪ

- Types like your boss.

- ‘Will someone please pick Narancia up from the store? He broke the car.’

- He will say the most outlandish thing in a completely serious tone.

- ‘I’m in the hospital, got shanked by a tweaker.’

- The gang thought he was joking. He was not.

- Uses emojis and slang sparingly. Phrases like ‘omw’ and ‘ty’ are most common.

- The only emojis he uses often is ‘👍’ and ‘👋’.

- Overall professional and understandable.

- Doesn’t use images, gifs, or videos.

ʟᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀʙʙᴀᴄᴄʜɪᴏ

- Very sarcastic.

- ‘Oh no im sorry should i come over and kiss your boo-boo?’

- Doesn’t use much punctuation aside from ending punctuation and hyphens. Can’t use commas to save his life.

- No one can tell if he is actually mad or being sarcastic.

- Uses ‘😶’ and ‘🧐’ most often.

- Doesn’t use images/gifs/videos

- Refuses to use dms, and often get made fun of it for it.

- ‘Giorno please im on my knees im begging you please stop being cringe im actually going to cry please ill do literally anything just shut the fuck up.’

ɢᴜɪᴅᴏ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀ

- Types very modern.

- ‘can one of yall pick me up slommy from the store’

- Doesn’t use punctuation and capitalization.

- Constantly quoting memes and being the Funny Man™.

- ‘you smell like ten cans of bounce dat ass’

- All bark, no bite.

- Uses ‘😘’ and ‘😏’ emoji the most.

- Sends this image at least twice a day.

ɴᴀʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀ ɢʜɪʀɢᴀ

- Types with a lot of slang

- ‘Bro Just Me Or Does Mista Not Know How To Wipe His Mfing Ass’

- Capitalizes every word and often misspells things.

- Quotes memes, but not as much as Mista.

- ‘Foogie Pookie I’m Scared There’s A Wasp In The Citchin’

- Purposely tries to give Fugo a stroke.

- Uses the ‘🧡’ and ‘🍊’ emojis the most.

- Doesn’t send images, but sends gifs.

ᴘᴀɴɴᴀᴄᴏᴛᴛᴀ ꜰᴜɢᴏ

- Types rather properly, like he’s writing an email.

- ‘Narancia, I found this video to help with your math lesson. I’m proud you’ve gotten to 7th grade level! https://youtu.be/Xb951Vqs4Vc Please use it if you need help. - 🍓’

- Uses a passive-aggressive tone when he gets angry.

- Talks in the group chat the least, prefers to use dms.

- Signs his messages like an old lady.

- Takes a long time to type.

- ‘The meeting is at 4 pm today, correct?’

- Uses the ‘🍓’ emoji exclusively.

- Doesn’t send images/gifs, usually just sends math videos for Narancia.

ɢɪᴏʀɴᴏ ɢɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ

- Types properly, but not as much as Fugo.

- ‘Abbacchio, I’m sorry but I have some important things to discuss with Capo. :c’

- Always speaks in a polite or serious tone.

- Doesn’t use emojis, uses ‘:D’, ‘:c’ etc.

- Doesn’t send a lot of images, but might send cute group selfies.

- ‘Uh, I need back up, Narancia is bleeding out on the ground. Please hurry-’

- Will do anything to avoid calling.

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𝕷𝖆 𝕾𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖉𝖗𝖆

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ʀɪꜱᴏᴛᴛᴏ ɴᴇʀᴏ

- Doesn’t know how to spell, but still tries his best to be professional.

- ‘PLEASe attend the MEATING at 12, thank youo’

- Auto correct either helps him or hurts him.

- Sends cute images of animals occasionally.

- ‘How do you WORK a phone i need TO know PLEASe’

- Wants to use emojis, doesn’t know how. (Despite Melone showing him multiple times.)

- Bless his poor soul.

ᴘʀᴏꜱᴄɪᴜᴛᴛᴏ

- Types properly, but isn’t by any means professional.

- ‘Will you all please shut the fuck up? It’s three am and you are FLOODING the group chat.’

- Doesn’t take any bull from anyone.

- Has admin in all of the group chats.

- Uses the ‘🙃’ and ‘🖕’ emojis the most.

- ‘You’re all going to hell. 😊👐’

- Gets away with the most bs.

- Doesn’t use images/gifs/videos

ɢʜɪᴀᴄᴄɪᴏ

- Types angrily.

- ‘YOU’RE ALL STUPID FUCKS. PLEASE JUST SHUT UP. NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR IT.’

- Gets annoyed over literally any grammar mistake, so he isn’t very active.

- When he’s around, he tends to gaslight most situations.

- Uses the ‘❄️’ and ‘💙’ emojis exclusively.

- Only ever sends photos to start arguments. (Ex. A picture of Formaggio eating shredding cheese from the fridge at 3 am.)

- Probably shouldn’t be allowed to have a phone.

ᴍᴇʟᴏɴᴇ

- Types.. well...

- ‘Ciaooo~ What’s up lgbt community? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧’

- He gets on everyone’s nerves, or helps them out tremendously. It’s a 50/50.

- Will spam any cute gif he sees until he finds a better one.

- Doesn’t use emojis, but instead uses those emoticons.

- He’s the one who makes all the group chats.

- Usually starts fights, but never finishes them.

- (Aka. he ghosts halfway through once someone else joins the argument.)

- Spams LOONA fancams in chat.

ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɢɢɪᴏ

- Types like a Mista 2.0

- ‘just admit you like feet and move on 🙄‘

- CEO of gaslighting, will 100% make every situation worse then it already is.

- ‘wow so i’m here shitting my guts out and not a single one of yall will come get me tp? woooow. see yall in hell ✌️’

- Loves to make everyone mad, but his target is usually Prosciutto.

- He uses so many emojis that it’s impossible to keep track of them.

- Spams nasty f*tish art when he’s mad at someone in chat.

- The king of memes. Uses gifs, images, videos, you name it. They tell him to stop but he doesn’t.

ɪʟʟᴜꜱᴏ

- Types pretty casually.

- ‘Okay so im just curious as to which one of yall clogged the toilet with a FAT log, cause this shit nasty asf’

- Extremely passive aggressive and manipulative, never outright says when he’s mad.

- Only uses the ‘💅’ emoji.

- Gossips 24/7 with Gelato in dms, and has a gc called ‘We love Formaggio.’

- (Hint: All they do is talk shit about him in that gc.)

- Sends so many reaction images it’s not even funny.

ᴘᴇꜱᴄɪ

- Types like every teenage girl.

- ‘Hi guys!!! uwu’

- Everyone actually seems to ignore him for no reason.

- He has great ideas, but no one listens. Like, he could make communicating with each other x10 easier, but they just disregard him.

- Hates going into chat for the most part.

- ‘Guys- formaggio’s cat threw up on the carpet, what do I do?’

- Once was traumatized by a video Formaggio sent of a guy twerking butt-naked.

- Uses the ‘😊’ and ‘🙏’ emojis the most.

- Wants to use images/gifs/videos but yelled at the last time he sent one.

ꜱᴏʀʙᴇᴛ & ɢᴇʟᴀᴛᴏ

- Both type in a similar tone.

- ‘Who the fuck stole my casserole.’ - Sorbet

- ‘who stole my baby’s casserole 😶’ - Gelato

- Gelato doesn’t capitalize his sentences, ever. His nickname in chat is even lowercase.

- Sorbet only uses ‘.’ as punctuation.

- Gelato starts the most petty bull, Sorbet actually causes issues.

- Both are often kicked from the group chat for being overly affectionate.

- ‘so i just wanted to mention that im p sure i saw illuso spill cereal on the couch and not clean it up 😁 ’

- vs.

- ‘Illuso split cereal on the fucking couch and didn’t clean up after himself. Nasty fucker.’

- I’m sure you can tell who’s who.

- Sorbet doesn’t use emojis, but like Ghiaccio, he sends images that starts fights.

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Two out of three

This is a King! Harry Styles imagine which might have a follow up, I’m unsure yet. There is a lot of angst and some fluff in this part, I hope you all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

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Summary: Harry and (Y/n) are in labour expecting twins and people are counting on them having a boy so their is an heir to the throne. But things don’t go smoothly for the royal couple. (Set around early 1900s).

Enjoy.

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"We're supposed to have another month of this, yet." (Y/n) spoke quietly like she was afraid to break the calming atmosphere around them but the slow and tense way that she spoke gave away that she wasn't best pleased. They were supposed to have another month of preparing before they should have to think about labour and even though (Y/n) did want this to be over and done with soon, she didn't want it to be now.

She tried to force herself to smile but her lips only tightened to form into a wince when she tried to sit up straighter against the sea of pillows engulfing her and a twinge of pain tightened like a knot at the base of her spine. Pushing through the uncomfortable feeling, (Y/n) sat herself up straighter with a little help from Harry before she sank back into the feather pillow behind her that felt heavenly against her sore spine. A small push of air left (Y/n)'s lips when she let her spine and her back muscles relax but once she was relaxed on the bed her back felt much better.

"Better?" Harry smiled cautiously as he tried to move a few of the pillows so they were better surrounding (Y/n). More recently it seemed that every day Harry came back into their shared room, he would find another pillow on the bed or another blanket cocooned around (Y/n) like she was creating a burrow or a nest. He knew the pillows eased the pain in her back and made it more comfortable for her to sleep but at the same time, it was getting to the point where Harry couldn't move or sleep for pillows.

But if (Y/n) was indeed going into labour now like she suspected then the nest of pillows wouldn't be needed for much longer.

"Hm, I'll be better when this is over."

(Y/n) smoothed her hands over her stomach that now meant she couldn't see her feet or her legs when she laid down like this. Having another baby was a blessing to (Y/n) and Harry but (Y/n) had hoped she would get a bit closer to her due date before labour happened. It somehow felt safer if she reached her due date since they were having twins, it could ensure they were both okay and healthy and ready rather than being early.

"Don't pretend you don't like being pregnant." Harry coiled his arm to his chest when (Y/n) playfully hit him with a scowl on her face.

She knew he was partially joking but he wasn't being very sympathetic like she wanted him to be. They both knew that (Y/n) liked being pregnant because people didn't bother her half as much, no one pestered her in case she turned around and snapped at them which she pretended to blame on the hormones. No one said anything when she sat in on a meeting with Harry or when she wandered into the kitchen for a rather unusual snack or food concoction. And since reaching the seven month mark of the pregnancy (Y/n) had been confined to their room and on bed rest which meant no one bothered her or hassled her or got on her nerves.

Even though people did tend to fuss when she was pregnant and constantly ask if she was okay, it was better than being put down or treated like she was a little girl who didn't belong or know what she was doing. And there was something about the way that Harry looked at her when she was pregnant that made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Yes, but I also like seeing my feet and walking without being weighed down, Harry. Labour isn't very fun, either."

At the mere thought of what was going to happen in a few hours, (Y/n) grimaced and turned her head until she could bury her face in Harry's chest.

The first time around it was worrisome for them both because of why Harry was the King. Before him, it had been a Queen who was the Monarch but her childbirth had been so traumatic and harsh that the baby passed away and the Queen died four days later from a haemorrhage. Harry was King because the Queen's childbirth hadn't been successful so it made Harry scared beyond belief when he thought about (Y/n) having a baby. He loved his wife more than anything in the world and he couldn't continue if something happened to her.

(Y/n) knew the risks, there were so many women who were dying during childbirth or soon after from problems and infections and she did not want to be one of those women. It caused her to lie awake in the dead of night on many occasions fretting that when labour rolled around it would be the last thing she did or endured before she died.

But when they had Emily, even though it had gone on for just over two days and had been more than stressful, it had been okay. Only a few things had gone wrong but Emily had been born perfectly fine and healthy and (Y/n) recovered quickly. She didn't get an infection or suffer mass bleeding or suddenly pass away and they allowed Harry to be in the room when Emily was born when normally the man was supposed to wait outside. But him being the King meant it was hard for people to deny him anything.

"You, will be perfectly fine, my love." Harry pressed his lips to the top of her head in an attempt to calm her down but he could still sense the worry circulating through her head. Even when he turned on his side to face her and leaned to kiss her or smoothed his hand over her stomach, he could feel her concerns.

It was the first birth that was supposed to be the most worrisome and (Y/n) had got through Emily's birth like smooth sailing, but this time it was twins and that doubled the risk.

"I've heard things, Harry... it's supposed to be harder with twins, I could start bleeding with the second one or not be able to do it or the doctor might have to intervene and I don't want-" (Y/n) had heard things that made her skin crawl and she knew what labour was like, she'd lost all her energy before Emily was even born, by the time she had the first twin she might not have the strength to give birth to the second. Or the second one could get stuck, (Y/n) knew that had happened for one poor woman and (Y/n) did not want a doctor tampering with her to try and get the baby out.

She knew what doctors were like and they would be worse with her because this was an heir to the throne. They would care more about the baby than (Y/n).

"Sshh, you're overthinking and scaring yourself. You were brilliant having Emily and you're so strong, you'll be fine with these two, I know you will and I'll be there, I won't leave you."

"What if they're both girls?" (Y/n) had to ask, she had to know what Harry thought because it was a question that had been rattling around in her head for much longer than it should.

Times were progressing, Queens could be on the throne just like Queen Alexandra before Harry, but it wasn't the same because heirs to the throne were supposed to be boys. If Emily had been a boy then the members of the court and council would have left (Y/n) alone and that would be it, (Y/n) would have been praised to high heaven and adored because she had a boy. No one would expect her to want or have another baby if Emily had been a boy because she would have given Harry and heir to his throne.

Many women through history in the royal line had stopped after having a son.

But Emily was a beautiful little girl and if (Y/n) and Harry had a boy then the crown would not be placed on Emily's head. They were expected to have a boy and if at least one twin was not a boy then (Y/n) would be expected to have another baby and another until she had a boy.

Harry wouldn't expect her to. If he had his way he would have an army of little girls surrounding him, he wanted as many kids as possible and he didn't care about having an heir. If (Y/n) wanted no more kids after these twins he would be perfectly fine with how their family was but (Y/n) would feel inadequate. She was the source of the royal line, she was supposed to ensure a King could follow after Harry.

"Then I'll have four lovely ladies to spoil-"

"Harry I mean it." (Y/n) bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying, especially when Harry cupped her face with his hands and smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks. "I- I want so many children with you, b-but if they're both girls and labour is hard or makes me sick or I die then you won't have an heir."

(Y/n) wanted children, she wanted so many and not just because people expected her to bear children, she wanted them because she loved Harry with everything she had and she loved being a mother. But if this labour proved very difficult and it scarred (Y/n) in any way or made her ill having another baby might not be able to happen or she might be too afraid. If God forbid, this labour killed her and she had two girls, Harry would be left with three daughters and no son to take the throne.

"Don't say that I won't hear of it! You're too strong and stubborn to die we both know that and I won't let anything happen to you. But if we have two beautiful daughters and you want to stop there then that will forever be fine with me. I don't expect a boy, I would love Emily to take the throne after me because she's a smart little cookie. Don't you listen to what anyone else says because girls are much better than boys."

When they were in the last month of Emily's pregnancy people started to talk, things had to be put into place and it had to be discussed about what would happen if (Y/n) passed during labour and if the baby didn't make it either. It needed to be talked about so things could be set in place but Harry had lost his temper.

Every single member of staff and council in the palace had been under strict instructions not to worry (Y/n) with that talk and no one was to dare bring it up with Harry because he wouldn't have it. He wouldn't talk about the event of his wife or unborn child's death because it scared him and he knew if he lost (Y/n) he wouldn't want to continue living without her.

To hear (Y/n) saying she was afraid of dying made Harry want to sob or be sick because she didn't have to worry. He knew she was too strong to die, she had proved that when they had Emily.

If they didn't have a boy Harry would be content leaving his throne to Emily because even though she was only three she was a smart little girl already and she would grow up ready to be Queen.

When Harry leaned his temple against hers, (Y/n) closed her eyes and basked in the heat and love he was giving and it felt like he was trying to convey his thoughts from his mind into hers to try and calm her down. One of his hands stayed resting on her cheek whilst his other hand moved back down under her gown to caress her stomach. He massaged his fingers into her skin, trying to help ease the tension in her stomach when another twinge of pain shot through her that he could feel.

As long as his wife and twins were healthy Harry couldn't care less about anything else, their health and happiness meant more than if a King or Queen would follow his succession to the throne.

"No- come away Miss Emily!" The voice of Claire, Emily's governess, suddenly cut through the air in a hissed whisper that was a warning to the child to listen to her but everyone knew she wouldn't, she only listened to her parents.

It had been expected that as soon as Emily was born, she would be given to a nanny and then to a governess who would effectively bring her up and teach her. For royals, the parents were more role models than actually parents, they weren't supposed to get involved and change the nappies or dress their children or wake up during the night and feed them and get them back to sleep. But both (Y/n) and Harry had decided from the off that they were going to raise Emily.

Claire was only there to teach Emily and watch over her when her parents were simply too busy.

"Want my papa!" Emily's high pitched voice was more of a crying whine than a small giggle like it usually was and it made Harry pick his head up and lean up on his arm so he could look towards the door.

"I'm so sorry your Majesty, Miss Emily has a small fever and isn't feeling very well."

"My papa!" Emily let out such a wail for Harry that broke his heart and made (Y/n) shudder at her desperate tone. It was like everyone was always trying to separate Emily from her parents or act like they were too busy when they weren't. If someone was wrong they wanted Emily to come and find them.

Harry turned his head to look down at (Y/n) who nodded her head to his silent question that asked if she was well enough for Emily to stay with them for a while. But the pains weren't bad, they were only just starting meaning any proper contractions were a few hours away, (Y/n) was fine to have Emily lying with them for a while.

"It's not a problem Claire, she's fine. Come here baby girl." Harry sat himself up and gave a small nod to the governess before he reached his arms down to pick Emily up when she toddled round to his side of the bed. Harry sat her on his lap and smiled gently at his girl before he pressed his hand to her forehead, noticing she did have a bit of a fever. "You can leave her with us now, Claire."

Harry didn't bother to look over at the governess when she curtsied before exiting the room, leaving the family in peace.

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The lamps in the room were turned down until the flickering flames were only burning with the smallest flame possible, cascading the large room into a bask of burnt orange and vermilion light that felt like Harry was standing inside the sun itself. But rather than the light keeping his mind active and awake, the glistening colour made his mind soothe until he wanted to sleep rather than stay awake.

His bare feet padded against the carpet that should be worn down from how his feet had been constantly up and down on the same patch of floor in front of the windows which had the drapes pulled shut to keep the outside world away.

The girl in his arms was growing heavier by the second when she no longer held the control over her body which was limp in Harry's arms that were desperate to put her down after holding her for forty minutes straight.

Emily had woken up only an hour and a half after it took (Y/n) and Harry two hours to settle her down to sleep with them and she felt no better than when she came in to see them. So Harry took it upon himself to cradle Emily in his arms and pace the room with her to try and lull her back to sleep. When she cried or whimpered in his ear he started to hum and sing to her which really seemed to do the trick but now that she was asleep, he didn't want to set her down in case she woke up again.

Her head was resting neatly on Harry's shoulder with her small arms slung around his neck and her knees curled up against his stomach.

When a rather worrisome moan escaped (Y/n)'s lips, Harry stopped his pacing and turned around on the spot so he could cast his eyes over to the bed where (Y/n) was. It was close to midnight now and over the last hour (Y/n) had started to become restless. One moment Harry had helped her off the bed and onto the floor so she could kneel with her arms on the bed, the next moment she had been pacing up and down with him and more recently she decided to sit back down on the bed again.

(Y/n) had moved again since the last time Harry looked over at her, she was now kneeling in the middle of the bed slightly hunched over with her chin pressing into her chest.

"I- I think we should c... call the doctor." (Y/n) breathed through her words that were paused and stretched out when a pain caught her off guard.

Harry looked between (Y/n) and Emily for a few seconds before he quietly hummed in understanding. He watched (Y/n) as he slowly approached the bedroom door, a pained expression on his face when (Y/n) pressed one hand to her stomach before she leaned over and pressed her head into the bed, arching her back out to try and alleviate the pain she was feeling.

Opening the door, Harry padded down the hall until he found a maid passing by.

"Could you send for the doctor please, the Queen's going into labour?" Harry managed a small smile towards the maid as he tried to keep himself calm. He watched the way her eyes seemed to widen despite her obvious tiredness and she curtsied and nodded instantly.

There was something about the servants that always unsettled Harry because they always seemed to think he was a monster or a generally angry person when he was the very opposite. They talked and walked around him like he was going to snap at any moment and were always surprised when he used the manners he was taught or smiled or said please and thank you. He wasn't a monster.

"Of course, your Majesty. Would you like me to take Miss Emily to the nursery?"

Harry looked down to Emily who he almost forgot was still asleep in his arms, he'd simply forgotten about the way his arms were deadlocked in position or how she was clinging to him like a monkey clinging to a branch. He wanted to take her back himself and settle her to make sure she didn't wake up, but then again that would mean leaving (Y/n) on her own and he didn't really want to do that either.

"Yes, thank you but please make sure Claire stays with her I want her watched until her fever goes down."

He pressed a small kiss to Emily's temple before he slowly eased her down into the maid's waiting arms and unhooked her arms from around his neck. Even though she was calm and now asleep, Harry wanted Claire or anyone available to sit up and keep check on her so her fever didn't get worse because if it did they would have to send for another doctor to monitor her. Harry couldn't be sat with (Y/n) with half his attention panicking over whether Emily was okay and being looked after, he needed his full attention to be with (Y/n) tonight.

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"Almost there my love." Harry's lips were soothing against (Y/n)'s burning skin but his words didn't help like he was desperate for them to. All he had to offer was himself and his words, he had no ability to take away the tremendous agony (Y/n) was going through and he couldn't make this process go any quicker but he was doing anything he could to try and help.

"N-no I'm not."

Harry could feel (Y/n)'s words vibrating throughout her body that tensed dramatically and her jaw locked as she spoke and spat the words in anger. They might be nearly there to meeting their first baby but the second one wasn't even close to being born yet and (Y/n) didn't have the energy to keep this up. She knew it, she knew from the first moment the doctor told her she was expecting twins that it wasn't going to go in her favour. (Y/n) had a sixth sense that when labour rolled around she would use up all of her energy on the first baby or something would go wrong or she just wouldn't be well enough to keep pushing through and she was right.

The pain was so bad that she couldn't feel anything below her torso, her body was overheating to the point the windows had to be opened and cold rags were smothering her skin to stop her from combusting and she felt horribly sick to her stomach.

The only good thing about this was that this labour was going much faster because her body knew what it was meant to do now.

Leaning herself forward off of the pile of pillows behind her, (Y/n) pulled on Harry's hand until he got her message and shuffled forward with her, wrapping his free arm around her waist with his chest against her back in case she needed him to hold her up. He pressed his lips to her exposed shoulder where her gown had slipped down her arm and he began to brush his fingers up and down the side of her stomach like his fingers were brushes painting delicately over a canvas.

Harry let go of (Y/n)'s hand so he could crack his knuckles and stretch his fingers before he held her hand with a bit better grip since they were both sweating. He'd taken the liberty of removing all of his rings beside his wedding ring after learning last time that his rings had cut into both their hands and created slash marks without either of them feeling anything.

Such a shriek left (Y/n)'s lips that made Harry shake, especially when (Y/n) seemed to tense completely until he thought she'd become locked in place. But the moment her muscles loosened and she turned to jelly against Harry, he felt her chest releasing such a relieved yet exhausted sigh and he looked over at the doctor sitting on the end of the bed with a baby in his arms.

"What did I tell you? You've done it love, it won't be much longer now."

"Are t-they okay?"

(Y/n) couldn't seem to stop her body from shaking like she had electric currents rattling through her body and it hurt, it felt like she was falling through the sky with no clear landing in sight. She couldn't hear the baby crying but she couldn't focus her vision on the doctor long enough to see if their baby was moving or in shock or just too calm to bother with crying out.

Harry reacted quicker than (Y/n), the moment he heard a familiar gagging sound he let go of her hand to grab the bowl resting beside the bed and held it in front of her just as she threw up. He gently pulled her hair away from her face before rubbing his hand soothingly up and down her back but when his bright eyes darted down to look at the doctor, he was met with a grave face and a simple but grave shake of the head.

They'd lost a child.

A choked moan escaped (Y/n)'s lips that caught both men's attention before she threw her head back onto Harry's shoulder, her muscles tensing when she felt another contraction building up.

Out the corner of her eye, (Y/n) saw a maid taking the baby from the doctor before she scuttled out and into the adjoining study, presumably to clean up and weigh the baby. (Y/n) let the child drift from her mind like they had the room so she could try and focus her energy on the next baby.

Before the head was even born (Y/n) let out a horrid, bubbling sob before she pulled away from Harry and let herself sink back into the pillows. Everything hurt, everything ached and everything felt numb. (Y/n) wished her life was a tape that could be cut down to size so she could cut out the labour and just attach the before and after birth together. She wanted to jump straight from the first contraction to being laid in bed cradling her babies in her arms. But life didn't work that way and mother nature was cruel.

The round of screams and humiliated sobs that left (Y/n)'s lips were defeated and lifeless because she had no energy to put into her screams that could convey how she felt or do her pain any justice.

(Y/n) couldn't believe how exhausted yet thrilled she felt when the baby seemed to come into the world so effortlessly once their head was born. It was as if (Y/n) had blacked out for a while and was now awake and their baby was here. She could hear the rather loud scream that their baby let out the moment they were in the doctor's arms and it made (Y/n) smile.

Their baby had a very powerful set of lungs, that was good.

"Done... I'm done, it's over." (Y/n) closed her eyes and held her breath, swallowing the lump in her throat to prevent herself from feeling or being sick again as the bed seemed to envelope her in a congratulating hug that she sank into until she thought she had slipped into the next floor below.

When she found the will to do so, (Y/n) opened her eyes that immediately searched for Harry who was peering down at her. With what little energy she had left, (Y/n) reached her shaking hand up to cradle Harry's face when she saw him sobbing silently.

"A girl, your Majesty." The doctor moved his arms to let (Y/n) see her wailing baby before the same maid who took their first baby wrapped up their little girl with a very weak smile.

"M-my baby, w-where's m..my baby?" It was clear (Y/n) felt weak and she looked very pale and rather sick in Harry's opinion but it was only as to be expected after what she'd just gone through. As much as Harry wanted to lie to (Y/n) so she could rest and not feel her heart breaking, he couldn't help the small sob he let out at her confusion and he watched the exact moment her heart snapped in two and her lips curled in distaste.

(Y/n) couldn't question it. She couldn't ask why or how or tell Harry he was wrong, all she could do was scream like she had eaten glass which was now puncturing into her stomach and organs and was splitting her apart from the inside out.

Despite the agonising howl of pain that left (Y/n)'s lips, Harry leaned down until he could bury his face into the crook of her neck. He kissed her flush skin repeatedly to try and stop her screams but he knew nothing he could say or do was going to make this okay.

"Sshh, shh my love..." Harry felt (Y/n)'s trembling fingers tangling into his curls as she wailed and he cooed in her ear, not knowing how else to calm her down.

"W... what was it?" (Y/n) hiccuped through her few words which made Harry's head lift from her neck so he could look at the doctor. It didn't cross his mind to ask whether or not they'd had another girl or a boy, he only thought to dwell on the fact that whatever gender their baby was, they were not alive.

"A boy, your majesty." The doctor's voice was solemn and calm showing this kind of news was one he had had to deliver more than once, but never to the King and Queen.

(Y/n)'s chest shuddered and bounced up and down rapidly before a very low whine almost like a baby's wail for attention cut from her lips. She'd done what they'd asked, she'd had a boy and now she'd lost him. What were people going to say when they heard all the Queen could do was produce girls? How would they react when they found out she'd lost an heir to the throne but managed to have another girl?

(Y/n) smothered her face with her hands and screamed into her palms but Harry quickly reached down and removed her hands, he didn't want her smothering herself like that or hurting herself unintentionally. He would rather witness her screams than have her trying to hide them.

"Your Majesty, could we sit you up so I can examine you please? The afterbirth hasn't passed yet." The doctor's rather kind yet solemn tone grated on (Y/n)'s nerves when she knew it shouldn't. She wanted him to be rude to her, she wanted him to be annoyed and indifferent rather than kind because it was how people were going to treat her. He may as well be the same and be disappointed that she could give Harry another girl yet cost him a son at the same time.

She barely felt Harry and the doctor taking an arm each and gently ease her up so she was sitting up more or less straight against the pillows that clawed at her and pulled her back into a comforting yet broken embrace.

When Harry heard his name whimpered from (Y/n)'s chapped lips he felt another flood of tears leaving his eyes. He wanted to hold her like he normally did, he wanted to lay down at her side and wrap his arms around her waist with his front resting on top of her own. He wanted his face smothered into her neck and her breaths fanning through his curls. But he couldn't hold her like that yet.

Desperate to have (Y/n) in his arms properly, Harry gently moved (Y/n) as slowly and carefully as he could manage until he could worm his way behind her with her laid between his legs. He slipped his arms under her own and wrapped them around her, feeling a tiny bit calmer when (Y/n) moved her hands to tightly grip his own, sliding her fingers between the groves of his hands. He dipped his head down until he could kiss her cheek and keep his head pressing against her own, holding her tightly like she wanted because he had no need to fear her breaking in his hold for she was already broken.

For a few seconds whilst the doctor busied himself examining her and feeling her stomach, (Y/n) thought she was going to blackout or even die. She welcomed the darkness, she wanted it to smother her mind and take her away for a few hours until she could wake up and have this all be some kind of sordid nightmare she would forget in a heartbeat. But sleep nor death ever overtook her, she was left limp in Harry's arms.

"Is there a problem?" Harry prayed to God that there wasn't, they couldn't take any complications or errors or problems right now.

"Your Majesty..." The doctor waited patiently for (Y/n) to open her eyes and focus on him and he rubbed his hand over her knee to try and comfort her as well as ground her and keep her concentration that he desperately needed right now. "There is another baby, I've given you an injection to start more contractions so I need you to push again."

It was Harry's turn to have his lips curl up in distaste and his eyes darken like the night sky. They couldn't have another, (Y/n) couldn't have another. She was broken and exhausted and one more push away from slipping into a state close to death. Another baby could kill her, Harry knew they had been tempting fate by having twins, with the state (Y/n) was in she didn't look like she would survive another baby.

"I can't." (Y/n)'s voice was a whisper before she closed her eyes and turned her head to bury her face into Harry. She felt like going to sleep. She wanted to tell this doctor to have a word with God and take the third baby away, magic it into in-existence, into the dark realm where nothing existed because she couldn't give birth again. (Y/n) had nothing left, she was broken on the inside and out, her other two babies had taken everything she had.

When a dull, throbbing contraction slowly but steadily built up (Y/n) ignored it which somehow felt so easy when before a contraction was too hard to miss or push from her mind. She realised now that she hadn't felt the doctor give her the injection he spoke about, nor was she feeling much pain or even the baby moving.

"Sir, the longer we wait the worse she will become. She must push now."

Harry wiped his eyes with the back of his shaking hand before he turned his head to look at (Y/n) who stared up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Love, this baby needs you... you have to try or else we stay stuck here like this and it will hurt so much more. Please... please, try for me." If (Y/n) didn't try her body was only going to feel more broken and confused and something could happen to the baby or to (Y/n). Harry couldn't lose (Y/n) now and as bad as it seemed, the baby wasn't as important to him right now. He needed (Y/n) and he needed to look after her but no one could do anything if she didn't try.

(Y/n) couldn't scream. All she could do was whimper and moan quietly and hope that what she was doing was pushing because she couldn't tell anymore, she could only work out that her mind was short circuiting and wanted to switch off completely.

A small, almost non-existent smile formed on (Y/n)'s face when she felt Harry humming in her ear and very lightly swaying them both side to side but it was to calm himself down as much as her. (Y/n) wasn't holding his hands very tightly at all and Harry was holding her up, she had no energy left it was very clear. But when Harry looked down he could see a river of blood surrounding his and (Y/n)'s legs.

When the head was born, Harry watched the doctor move his blood-covered gloved hands to inject something into (Y/n)'s stomach that he could only hope was to help with the bleeding.

"Just a little more, my love."

(Y/n) couldn't tell if the doctor was intervening and trying to help but she didn't care as long as the baby was out of her and she could go to sleep. Her shoulders slumped and her forehead fell against Harry's chin when she felt the weight lift from her stomach and the pain suddenly evaporated like steam from a hot bath.

"You have another boy." (Y/n) felt a single tear escape her eye and slowly trickle down the ridge of her nose and fall down her cheek before jumping free from her chin at those few words.

Had she killed this heir too?

"Open your eyes... (Y/n) open your eyes." Harry shook his arms a bit too violently for his own liking but he had to so (Y/n) wouldn't go to sleep. He couldn't have her falling asleep on him in case she never woke up. The urgency in his voice made the tears fall faster but it worked and caused (Y/n) to lift her head a little and open her eyes. And Harry watched her marvel at the baby the doctor was holding up for her to see.

Without speaking or thinking or even breathing, (Y/n) curled her fingers to her palms and moved her hands to indicate that she wanted her baby. Their first baby had died and been snatched away from them, their girl was lively but she wasn't here, someone else had her and was tending to her. (Y/n) wanted one of her babies to cradle and reassure herself this was real.

Harry locked eyes with the doctor and nodded with a look that told him not to refuse (Y/n)'s small request. They hadn't been asked if they wanted to hold their daughter and it was assumed they didn't want their first boy- who Harry was going to make sure he held very soon. They had to hold one of their babies now to keep them both sane.

He was tiny.

The little boy was much smaller than what Emily had been or their next girl who looked very healthy and was wailing showing that she was strong. This boy was pale grey-skinned rather than pink, his lips were tainted blue rather than red and he looked sickly. He wasn't breathing perfectly either but he was here, he was alive and for now he would be okay.

His fragile body was laid on (Y/n)'s chest and he curled up until he was almost invisible. (Y/n) moved her weak arms until one hand was on his back and the other was cradling the back of his head and she felt Harry's arms overlapping her own so he could hold them both closer to him like he wanted them all to merge into one. Harry knew they were both unwell, his wife and his youngest were going to need a lot of love and care to get them on the road to recovery.

But as he watched (Y/n)'s fingers skimming over their boy's head, he saw her lips curving into a tired, lost smile.

"We'll be okay, little one."

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #dad! harry styles #king harry

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meg91596 · 3 years

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Life, and Love is not Simple

Chapter 2: Suprises and Happiness

It has been three months since Scout’s incident and I’m still shocked that a 19 year old could do that to an infant. Amelia is terrified to leave Scout and Chris with a sitter unless it is her brother, Maggie, and my parents. She won’t go out unless we know someone who won’t hurt our boys and our two puppies Stella and Nuggie. Those dogs have been protecting Scout since we got them and they let us know when he is awake and crying. I think Nuggie should be trained to be a service dog for Chris who is traumatized by what happened to his brother. I think Amelia is too. She is also 8 months pregnant with our baby that we still don’t know the gender to so it’s either Ariel Elizabeth, or Cooper James. We decided that Ariel Elizabeth sounded better than Ariel Grace.

“Honey, I think It's time.” Amelia said. “Are you sure? Remember you did this with Scout.” I said. “Well I'm having contractions every 5 minutes lets go in case these are real ones which I know they are.” Amelia said. “Okay what about Chris and Scout? And it isn't a little too early, you're only 34 weeks” I said. “Bring them with us, let's go now.” Amelia said doubled over in pain. “Okay I’ll get Scout in his carseat.” I said. “Link what is wrong with mommy is the baby coming?” Chris asked. “Yes, so we have to go to the hospital.” I said. “Okay I’ll get the diaper bag, and stroller for Scout.” Chris said. “Thank You Chris you are a good big brother to Scout and the new baby already.” Amelia said. “Mommy do you think the baby is coming or do you think it’s like Scout when you thought he was coming and yet he wasn’t ready just yet.” Chris asked. “Well we won’t know till Aunt Jo assesses mommy.” I said.

We got to the hospital around 5:30pm. Chris was getting hungry so he decided that he would take the Scout in his stroller to the cafeteria while Amelia and I went to see if the baby was coming. We waited for a half and hour as Jo was in surgery delivering a baby. Jo was originally going to go home with Luna but she stayed to find out what was going on. Amelia was right the baby was coming. She wasn't looking forward to the delivery part again, especially so close to Chris’ birthday which is in the morning. With the baby coming we ended up rescheduling Chris’ birthday which he was very understanding of. He’s a good kid, even though he has a hard time in school due to his developmental delays doesn’t defy him.

“Scout would you like a mushed up pizza I had the nurses blend up a pizza for you.” Chris said to his little brother. “Yes Pizza.” Scout said. “You are a good big brother when the baby comes would you like to stay and Auntie Meredith can watch Scout so you have the privilege of naming the baby?” Amelia asked. “Really Mommy?” Chris asked. “Yes Chris you are going to be 10 in a few hours and you can have the privilege of being in the room.” Amelia said. “Link I want to do this at home can we do this at home?” Amelia said. “I’m Sorry Amelia but the babies are still breech and I want you here and if you have to have a Csection which you might if these babies don't progress in the next hour I’m sorry this is the only way to get the babies safely out.” Jo said. “Well Chris you might not get to see the baby born after all.” I said. “It's okay. I can go spend time in the observation area with Scout, Auntie Meredith, Uncle Derek. I think Uncle Derek is doing a really cool removal of a tumor in a back.” Chris said. “Yes he is, I was supposed to help him and so wasn’t daddy.” Amelia said.

I knew Amelia and I were preparing for this long surgery but unfortunately we aren’t going to be able to finish with our patient because Amelia went into labor and may have to have a C-Section. A half an hour had passed when Jo came into the room. Chris, and Scout were sleeping when she came to see if the baby had progressed. The baby had not progressed so she had to give us the most devastating news that our baby was likely not going to make it if Amelia chose a natural birth because the baby’s heart rate keeps dropping. She decided that It was best to have the surgery and that Amelia would have to go through Rehab after the baby is born just to ensure that she didn’t want more drugs. Jo didn’t want to have her put under general because of the danger that can come with that. Five minutes after the news we were in the operating room.

“We're having this baby.” Amelia said. “Yes we are, I'm looking forward to meeting the baby.” I said. “Me too lets just hope no complications are happening.” Amelia said. “Okay Amelia a little pressure, and baby A is out.” Jo said. “The baby is here, wait did you just say baby A?” I asked. “Yes there is more than one didn’t I tell you guys months ago?” Jo asked. “Not that we can recall.” I said. “Well surprise, here is baby B.” Jo said. “How are the babies Link?” Amelia asked. “Beautiful wait there is another coming.” Link said. “Perfect triplets, what are we going to do? We only planned for one, not three.” Amelia said. “I know we will work something out because we are great parenting Christopher, and Scout.” I said. “Poor Chris will have to share his birthday with the triplets.” Amelia said. “Here you go daddy baby A is ready to meet her family.” the Nurse said as she handed me a baby girl. “Elsa Mae is her name.” Amelia said. “Elsa Mae it is then. I said as the nurse brought the second baby over and it was another girl. “Madeline Elizabeth is her name. I decided that Charlotte wasn’t a perfect name for our baby.” Amelia said as Elsa, and Maddie were placed on her chest. “Here you go daddy.” the nurse said handing me a baby boy. “Cooper James is his name.” Amelia said.

Shortly after the triplets were born the nurse took them to the NICU because they were early but we were still shocked how we ended up with triplets Maddy and Elsa are identical twins and it turns out Cooper was just another egg that was released when Amelia got pregnant during our short separation time near Scout’s first birthday. We have five kids when it was only supposed to be three. When Amelia got back to her room Meredith, and Derek were there waiting on the news of whether the baby was okay. We had quite a surprise for them as Amelia said that they were beautiful.

“They? You are doing gender binary talk for the baby?” Derek asked. “No Elsa, Madeline, and Cooper are perfect.” Amelia said. “WHAT?” Derek asked. “We had triplets two girls and a boy.” I said. “Triplets wow so you have 5 kids after all now.” Derek said. “Hey I wasn't playing on it as we were only supposed to have one but I guess Maddie was hiding behind Elsa, and Cooper was higher up and Link and I never really paid much attention to the ultrasound as we were talking about either Chris or Scout.” Amelia said. “Well surprises are always good though even if it’s babies.” Meredith said. “Don’t worry we will get you things for babies.” Derek said before leaving the room with Meredith as Chris entered the room with Scout.

Chris was surprised by the news but he couldn’t wait to hold his siblings. When Maddie, Elsa, and Cooper came in the room Amelia started to hold Cooper when Scout started to fuss. I picked him up and brought him to Amelia where he met baby Cooper. Scout lit up and started patting Cooper like he was a puppy. We thought it was a good thing because we were nervous about how he would react considering he is still a baby not quite two years old yet. We were a happy family, and Chris was proud to share his birthday with the triplets.

#amelia shepherd #derek shepherd #meredith grey #atticus lincoln #christopher shepherd #greys anatomy #scout lincoln #fanfiction

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planetjisungie · 4 years

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détester- l.dh

characters; slytherin! haechan x gryffindor! reader ft. gryffindor! mark (its just a given at this point) and slytherin! jisung

summary; enemies to lovers, you and donghyuck had always just hated eachother. you dont know when it started, or why it started but it was starting to get annoying.

an; i WILL finish my hogwarts series tonight we only have chenle left but now we have more fluff than actual crack because simon says is playing

congratulations you have reached gryffindor level you lucky prick

only the finest gryffindor

you are the embodiment of courage, literally if there was a ditch and someone fell down while everyone was too scared to help them, youd dive in before they could even say ‘dumbledore’

and you just so happen to be the younger sister of mark lee

the infamous mark lee,, that is

lucky prick part 2

but one thing made you seem not so lucky

your sworn enemy, lee donghyuck

or haechan as he liked to be called because apparently all evil villains needed a fake name

thats what you said anyway, he just liked the name haechan for its meaning

but he was also the emodiment of a slytherin, ambitious, cunning, resourceful and he was a pretty damn good leader

hence him being the captain of the quidditch team (no we are not going down the jisung route)

you didnt actually know when you started hating him, in your first year he had just decided to tie your poor, poor cat like a pig for roasting (he was in his second year already)

mr snuggles was traumatized

after that day it was small things to annoy you

like when he put hair dye in your conditioner bottle, resulting in your hair turning out a seafoam green colour

which you actually didnt mind so the joke was really on him, you pulled that shit off

or when he put spiders in your school shoes

that was unpleasant

and he also put a cockroach in your pocket, scaring your poor best friend who was terrified of the creatures

jisung was shaking, he hates cockroaches

to this day you still didnt know why he was a slytherin, but you guessed it was because he was a pureblood, very ambitious and resourceful but not so scary

but today was no exception

you walked towards the gryffindor table, robe billowing behind you as if you were walking in a movie

you were a lee sibling, you were both good at literally everything and deserved all the praise on earth

you fucking go girl, i stan

jisung sat at your table, the gryffindors appeared not to mind, especially as he was actually super nice

"y/n haechan told me to give you this"

ah there it was

the small hufflepuff girl handed you the letter before scurrying off back to her table

"y/n im scared"

jisung was already frightened of what that letter would hold

and you were a good friend, who knew no good would come from that letter

so you shoved it in your pocket, letting it crumple up before turning back to your breakfast

rip donghyuck

that was a fat L for our boy

he just wanted your attention

at first at least, he just wanted to be noticed by you so he pulled the cat stunt, making sure he didn’t actually harm the creature because he is still a decent human being and the grey furry animal did nothing to him

but now he had taken things too far

and he realised that after the stunt he pulled which resulted in you

yes, you, the brave, courageous gryffindor, crying

yeah he fucked up

he casted an illusion spell that infiltrated your sleep, creating nightmares with your deepest fears

and he regretted that

prank gone wrong *nearly killed her* (not clickbait)

you were still pissed at him for that

but that letter in your pocket was no ordinary letter

it was a confession letter, because he; yes him, the infamous slytherin, was too scared to talk to you about it in person

yet you literally just crushed his heart

which he kinda deserved to be fair

but jisung sent you a grateful smile and you went back to your conversation of which cereal brand was better

the answer is obviously lucky charms or frosted shreddies pengers mate

so our baby slytherin needed to find another way to get his feelings across because he was failing

and brother mark was: not happy

mark was a friend of haechan but despite his complaints every goddamn time that he needed to stop his stupid jokes that weren’t actually jokes, he didnt listen

maybe he shouldve listened

mark knows best

apart from jenos fic, mark was a real bitch but this is mark 2.0

mark really doesnt know best

anyways moving on

its time for innovative hyuck™️

so its back to the drawing room, sitting next to yuta (his head boy) to discuss the next plan of action

cutie yuta felt that haechan opening up to him about his feelings was the biggest achievement during his time at hogwarts

so right, the next plan

it was to leave flowers on your bed and then when you turned around to see who put them there (hypothetically) he would be there and he could make his outstanding apology

but of course, this isnt some fanfiction where everything goes right

who do you take me for?

so later that day he gathered his flowers, tying them in a cute dark green ribbon

staying with the slytherin theme

and he put them on your bed

they were some seriously nice flowers

you noticed them as soon as you walked in and your heart swelled

unfortunately that wasnt the only thing that swelled

you were allergic to pollen, and your eyes had puffed up slightly, itching a little and you had some sniffles

that was another L for hyuck

and he ran, he fucking booked it out of his little hiding spot back to his common room aka the dungeon

"YUTA I FAILED"

"how the fuck do you fail giving someone flowers hyuck?"

"shes fucking allergic"

so you never found out who gave you flowers

but

but you did keep them, despite your obvious physical irritation to them

they were pretty :(((

so you pressed them into a random notebook you found, because seriously you couldnt just chuck them out

unfortunately for hyuck, he was not so slick to mark who narrowed his eyes on the boy

he knew something was up

what kind of torture device was flowers ?? this was too soft

and so he found out that the same boy who had been making your life a little

how should i say

s p i c y

had a fat crush on you and was just a pouty baby who wanted your love and attention

cute

mark didnt know whether to support this?? like ?? he knew that underneath your front of disliking the long legged boy, you had some feelings, maybe small but they were there

you wouldve called it fondness

because

i promise youre not a sadist or masochist

but you would see him in class

he was very focused and had a beautiful smile

and laugh

he may come across a little... stand offish and arrogant at first but hes actually a kind soul

from how he made a mess in the grand hall but when he thought everyone was gone, he stayed behind to help clean it, having fun conversations with the staff (elves? who tf cleans the great hall??)

that goddamn melodious laughter constantly ringing in your head

shawtys like a melody in my head

but moving on

you noticed the pranks he pull decreased

and that was because he was spending time with yuta and mark, planning the perfect, foolproof (unfortunately not jeno this time) way to confess

and he sent you small smiles ?? what ??

this is so unlike the hyuck you knew

like he did a 180

i did a full 180 baby crazy

i said this was gonna be less crackish but when regular comes on and you hear jaehyuns queso line you cant not feel qUirKy

(bbq- bb—s mY DIAMONDS I DONT NEED NO LIGHT TO SHINE- jungwoo)

okay so the next plan

you loved quidditch too, mainly because your brother was the captain for the gryffindor team

so the plan was for you to attend the slytherin v gryffindor match and

mark somewhat willingly agreed to have a friendly match so that hyuck could show off his skills

this was an awful plan

because it was raining the day of the match

so you and jisung huddled together for warmth, shivering as you watched the match

and hyuck couldnt feel worse, he felt like you were now going to be sick because of him

damn, you really couldnt catch a break

the groan of pure frustration yuta let out was amusing at least

he was just as invested in this as haechan at this point

like he was germinating a seed??? he was fathering this relationship

so with another L, haechan felt super super bad

and this baby cooked for you

he got his best friend jaemin to teach him how to make chicken soup

because you were actually not a herbivore

(thats the category i put vegans and vegetarians in)

omnivore tings

so he carried his little pot of soup, his fingers kind of burning as it was piping hot

he legit walked right past a suffering jisung in the slytherin dorm, the pot of soup still in hand not even sparing a thought about taking pity on the poor kid and giving him some

so he walked to your dorm, being let in by mark who was being big bro™️ and looking after your sick ass

you looked dead

pale skin, eyes closed, lips tinted blue, your body was shivering but you felt fucking boiling

peak peak times

but haechan still thought you looked gorgeous

mark vacated the dorms, leaving to his lessons so hyuck could look after you

this wasnt a plan ?? but hyuck rolled with it

setting his lil pot down he sat in a seat next to you, staring at your asleep awake form with closed eyes

his eyes held so much love and adoration for you, you really are lucky

he took off his robe, just sitting there in his shirt, trousers and green tie and watching you sleep

you were actually awake, just vibing and breathing to stay alive

and he had a lot on his chest

"i know ive been a massive prick to you and im really sorry. i know you’re asleep right now but im too much of a coward to say this to your face. i really only just wanted your attention because i seem to have feelings for you and i am sincerely sorry for going about it the wrong way"

your ears were {}

wide open

boy were you listening and taking this all in

oh shit

realizashun xx

so you fluttered your eyes open gently, watching his face morph into an expression of pure terror from his previous one of literal love

*whipping noise*

"youre awake!" he squeaked out, eyes darting around the room to look at anything but you

which you couldnt help but smile at

shifting to the side in your bed slightly, you lifted the covers, lazily patting the now open space

"c’mere"

your voice was kind of croaky and hoarse

that made hyuck feel guilty

baby it wasn’t your fault

but he complied, kicking off his leather school shoes and sliding besides you, staying as far away from you as possible

not to offend you, his heart was just going a million miles a second and there was no way you wouldn’t be able to hear it

this boy was like blushy sausage face part 2

arrogant hyuck has left the chat

you pouted seeing him shuffle away from you, shuffling to move yourself closer instead

power move, he either had to cuddle with you or fall off the bed

"can we just forget what i said earlier?"

that made you frown

the fuck?

hell no

"hyuck wait-"

"no dont bring it up its embarrassing"

whiny baby is back

"hyuck i-"

"nope nope nope nope"

"LET ME SPEAK FOR FUCKS SAKE"

he had no choice but to listen

your voice sounded strained already and he didnt want to make you feel worse

"i have feelings for you too you big baby"

double take

you what now?

haechans mouth just kinda froze open

so you shut his jaw gently

cant let him get jaw ache

"wait what?"

his soul has returned

he felt elated, completely happy, dare i say like he was high on a drug and said drug was not THC it was your TLC (LMAO GET IT IM PROUD OF THAT)

and so thats how mark returned to your dorm room to see you and hyuck cuddled in your bed, your head laying on his chest as his chin rested on your head, nuzzling into your hair (which was still half seafoam green might i add)

hyuck wasnt awake to celebrate, so yumark had their own small celebration, counting this as their success

you only found out he had put the flowers on your bed about two months after you started dating

a month after that you read the letter he gave you

#nct #nct dream #mark #mark lee #jisung #jisung park #nct hogwarts au #no eun this time 😔#fucking finally this one took longer than an hour to write #haechan #donghyuck #hyuck #gryffindor reader

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straydaddy · 4 years

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*Sips more of my Sephiroth tea*

Sssoo. We do know that one ingredient of a person’s character and personality is the natural temperament the person is born with, something affected by the genetics and neurological qualities of that person. The rest is how that biological set-up reacts to and develops with the given environment. So we can assume Sephiroth’s natural-born temperament being a mixture of that of Hojo and Lucrecia, who are polar opposites as people.

Let’s try to figure out the natural temperament of Hojo and Lucrecia, shall we?

Hojo - I’m very confident that he is a natural-born psychopath without any inherent ability to feel bad for what he does to other people. Why I think he is psychopathic (born empathy-less and antisocial vs. made that by environment, which is what a sociopath would be) and not sociopathic, is because he has a high status in society and he seems to be living his dream life, a. k. a. he performs fantastically well and plays the system to benefit what he wants (in his case, his science). This takes ability to self-regulate and follow a calculated plan on how to do things, instead of acting impulsively and having melt-downs like sociopaths do.

And just.. Look at that bulging skull of his, - it doesn’t take much brains to guess from appearance alone how much of a natural-born capacity for intelligence he possesses. He is a genius, lacks any regard for the well-being of others and therefore his primary way of viewing other people is seeing them as inferior beings and objects to use and manipulate. If he has any shreds of prosocial feelings and instincts within him, they’re poorly developed and don’t allow him to see other people as his equals. His own observations of his own intelligence support his view that he is above everyone and he sees no problem in it. He operates in a completely different reality than the majority of other people, and I bet he knows that, feels smug about that and so forth.

We do know that he is curious and he feels immense joy in solving problems and discovering incredible things he can create. I would say he is almost playful in this regard (and his “toys” are all living beings...). He likes to stretch his good ol’ mind muscle around things as far as he can. Damn, he’s even creative. I think the way Hojo sees himself is someone different, someone better than everyone else who’s had the joy to be born into a world where he can do the most magnificent things with science, explore his curiosity to his heart’s content. He may be human but he views himself as very separate from others because he naturally doesn’t feel similiarly as the majority of everyone else. Sound familiar?

Also. Hojo has a huge drive, he’s really darn efficient and energetic. He just keeps going like a train. Look at the amount of monsters he has made. This man runs on his sheer inspiration and won’t sleep. He is aggressive, too, and will kill or otherwise dispose of people who get in his way. He’s ain’t no mellow fellow... He’s really dangerous.

Hojo scores very high in the natural psychopathy spectrum, intelligence, aggression, curiosity, creativity, drive and self-confidence. He’s a wicked, dangerous, genious powerhouse of a person. Never driven my emotional turmoil, but well-calculated intent.

...

Lucrecia - Just how different from Hojo can you get? One thing she has in common with Hojo, - being intelligent because she did make it to a Shinra scientist after all. She seems to be very poorly equipped with social navigation skills, given with how Hojo could talk her into terrible things despite her personality seeming like a more good-willed one. She gives me mild Asperger’s vibes? Intelligent but veeery unprepared for how absolutely vile and manipulative can other people be, too willing to assume good about people because she herself would rather be fair to others.

It really, really gets to Lucrecia if she discovers she has hurt someone. She can hardly cope with that knowledge at all, it makes her self-destruct psychologically. She may have followed a poor judgement, but she definitely feels for others. She felt terrible for what happened to Vincent and I’m sure losing her baby was traumatizing for her too. (That scream of wanting to hold him was just... Heart-breaking.)

She is also a very nervous, turbulent type of person, which makes her likely to have difficulty maintaining a good self-esteem and makes her easily affected by other people’s opinions. She is naturally someone who’s straightforward with people, - she prefers honesty and kindness, but her judgement got swayed by manipulation.

So, Lucrecia is intelligent, scores high in empathy, suffers from social difficulty, is nervous and likely to develop a bad self-esteem, and probably the straightforward honest type who finds it hard to grasp that some people are wicked and dishonest like corckscrews because. She may be even using her own brainpowers against herself, - to rationalize and play mental gymnastics to convince herself to believe in manipulation under heavy pressure and flattery etc. ... How do these qualities manifest in Sephiroth?

Sephy boi is...

- He is absolutely impressive at keeping his calm and composure on the outside, making him good at hiding his true thoughts and emotions. He clearly withholds this information so that he could have more freedom and avoid more manipulation. He consciously breaks rules like sparing the lives of Genesis and Angeal. He can calmly follow a plan he made and lie about things to do them differently than ordered. Hojo trait? (Ofc his nobility to help friends doesn’t come from Hojo, - that’d be a Lucrecia thing..)

- But he is also absolutely emotionally turbulent inside, leading into huge disaster once all his lines have been crossed. We have seen how Lucrecia breaks down and is entirely consumed by it, and I assume Sephiroth has the same internal tendency. It’s just that he has a waaaaayyy longer patience to be broken than what his mother had.

- He always felt different... I can completely see how both Hojo and Lucrecia would’ve felt “different” for their whole lives. Be that science-loving brilliant girl who struggles with social difficulty and navigation (Lucrecia), or be that genius psychopath of a boy (Hojo)... Either way, you’ll feel like a weird outsider even without any Jenova in you. But heck, I do bet Jenova added to that.

- He gets attached to people which he certainly didn’t inherit from Hojo! In Crisis Core Angeal notes Seph has lost weight during the time his friends went missing. Hell, he’s been feeling physically sick from the sheer stress of that and struggled to eat. He is deeply affected by these things. His entire physical health gets worse when people important to him disappear, and I could see Lucrecia being similiarly strongly attached to people. Poor Sephiroth, born to be a soft and loving person but having to deal with this bs. :c

- Even though he was basically born into being manipulated, his curiosity and intelligence make him something of an independend thinker to begin with. He sniffs out information on his own even before Nibelheim, and even considers the desertion before he has deserted. He doesn’t look up to others for judgement, - he follows his own. In this, he shows the kind of intellectual independence Hojo has. He doesn’t depend on others for giving him answers, but trusts himself the most with those. Like Hojo, Sephiroth probably sees himself as the brightest mind around.

- He is extremely driven and determined just like Hojo, like darn. He accomplishes BIG things entirely on his own.

- He is aggressive, also like Hojo, but his aggression is more impulsive and more swayed by emotion than Hojo’s.

- He will deny and distrust his own feelings until they blow up on himself. Like Lucrecia denied her own feelings when Hojo manipulated her, I think Sephiroth must’ve also lived in a lot of self-denial while in Shinra. And it was disastrous when all that bottled-up turmoil spilled over. Ta-da, Nibelheim happened.

- Sephiroth is idealistic and wants things to have a purpose that he can morally justify somehow. (Yes, even when burning Nibelheim because at that moment he had decided that humans are Bad TM...) Do you think Hojo ever gave a fuck about such things? Sephiroth would never be content being just a sword that cuts nor a vessel for a gross blob of an alien, - at all times he believed in a greater purpose and some kind of moral virtue, no matter how delusional and twisted all that may have gotten with him.

#sephiroth #professor hojo #lucrecia crescent #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #my text posts #long post #long text

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Someone kidnapped Kaito and Kurono's daughter. While they were figuring out where they were being held Mimic informed Kai and Kurono that the children had returned. The children clung to each other and were clearly tired of running. On question parents as they have escaped they responded, that girl distorted space, and until kidnappers were in confusion Kaito destroyed the door and they fled. (We all remember that he has the ability of a father)

Im sad now because this is the last one about my baby Kaito in my ask box :c

"KAITO I SWEAR TO GOD BRAT YOU COME BACK HERE NOW OR I WILL SURELY USE MY QUIRK ON YOU WITHOUT MERCY!" screamed Overhaul, not even caring about the amount of glares in his direction as he and Kurono ran through the crowd.

"HARU?! WHERE ARE YOU TWO RUN OFF GODAMMIT?!" screamed along Chrono as he run right besides Chisaki.

They were just taking their kids to shopping to have at least an idea of what both of the youngsters would want on this holiday... but Chisaki had turned his back for one second and discovered that his eight years old son had simply vanished along with his friend's daughter.

Both parents were desperate, and it didn't help their search when the whole mall was full due to the near date of Christmas.

And surely, Chisaki was panicking at being already night and that you had called him to ask if he was going to take too long.

The older mans stopped to take a break from running to regain their breaths as they looked desperately around them to see any signs of dark brow haired little boys and white haired girls.

"Chrono, where the fuck were you looking at when these two disappeared?" Asked angrily Chisaki as he still looking around them.

"... my daughter pointed to an toy and I was looking at the price..." admitted embarrassed Hari, still hunched up, regaining his breath.

Chisaki gave him a dark glare before sighing and searching for at least a guard of the mall...

He approached in pure rage at the poor young man, making him jump at the sudden appearance in front of him and the tone he carried on his voice.

"We lost two kids. One boy with dark brow hair and one girl with white hair. Lead us to the security cameras. Now." Demanded Chisaki woth Chrono following right after.

"I-I'm sorry sir, but we need to look for them first for-" Chisaki groaned as he controlled himself to not overhaul his gloves.

"We literally ran this whole fucking place for three hours on their search, and haven't found them yet." Said Kurono clearly irritated and without a single piece of pacience "Show us already the camera if you don't want to have a painful and tortures death." Threaten the man making the youngest one jump in fear, soon leading the two to the security cameras.

When Chisaki and Kurono found an covered male figurine taking Haru and Kaito away with an death grip on their arms, both were surrounded with death wish towards the person and desire to kill them in the most cruel way possible...

You don't simply mess with an yakusa boss's kid and their partner as well... and get out of it alive.

Chisaki discreetly entered his home; not to pick your attention, he didn't need his wife having another heartattack; in search for Mimic and Nemoto.

Both mans flinched at seing the wrath aurea coming from their boss and Chronostasis, both demanding in a threatening dark tone for the mysterious man's location.

It didn't take much to discover that he was a subordinate of another yakusa, making Chisaki's veins almost explode due to his wrath. The plan of rescue was being made until a knock on the door was heard.

Chrono went to answer; almost ripping the door out; when suddenly he gasped in shook, looking down at him.

Chisaki turned around and saw his son, holding Haru's hand before giving her back to her father, looking up at him for a second.

"Kaito." He sighed in relief as he made his way to his son and dismissed everyone out of his office. Chrono picked his daughter up and got out of his office before giving his good bye to Chisaki, while still checking for any possible injuries on his daughter. Thankfully it wasn't any.

The same thing couldn't be told for Kaito though... The little boy had just a cut beneath his eye brow along a few scratches crossed his right forearm.

"Kaito." Chisaki sitted on his couch while he waited for his son to get right on his side "How did you manage to escape? Most importantly," he waved at his son's injuries "what happened?"

The boy looked down for a minute, (E/C) filled with terror and sadness... Making Kai even more irritaded at these despicable group rival to his for making his son this way.

"For one second me and Haru saw a man selling ballons and we wanted to get one, then we got lost and that man found us and took us away..." the boy glared down at his right hand "They put us on a room but thanks to Haru's quirk we got out... but a guarf of there went to attack us and I... I..." Chisaki lift his palm, already understanding the situation.

"I get it. It was just him?" The boy shook his head as he gulped down a sob.

"There was their boss and hitted Haru pretty hard... I... panicked and hitted him and soon went to try to help her...She's alright, at least I think, but Dad..." the boy sniffled trying to hold back his tears "I-I didn't mean it to just explode those guys arm and legs... I think I even killed them... I-I-" the little boy bringed his tiny fist to his eyes as he still tried to contain his sobs "I didn't want this... I want my mom..." he whispered.

Chisaki bringed his palm up and patted his son gently on the head before bringing him close and warming him that he would took away his injuries but it might hurt a little.

He hated this, especially when his son looked so terrified, not because of the situation but with himself... probably he hadn't killed them but it was enough to traumatize the boy... He even felt pure disgust at using his own wuirk on his son... but it was better than letting him with the cut on the forehead...

He would have to take care of Haru and Kaito's memories later...

When it was done Kaito just looked so numb and out of element that Chisaki was starting to get worried. He pocked his son temple to gain his attention as he glared down at him.

"You don't have to feel this way, especially since you weren't in the wrong side. They made the first move, so then they had to deal with the consequences..." he picked his son wrist and brought between him and the confused boy's eyes.

"Kaito, this is the sorce of an great power, one that you used for an very good reason. This is going to be the last time they mess with you or your friend surely..." he let go of his son wrist as he messed his equal dark brow hair and taking off his black mask to smirk down at his son.

"I couldn't be more proud of you than I am now Kaito. You proved to be very strong at this age already." He left an puff of air of relief when he notice his son finally smilling back to him.

"By the way." He hitted the back of his son head, not har but not soft either making the boy yelp "This is for the scare brat, you have any idea how much I had to run looking for you?"

"Come on! You just complemented me an second before! Not fair daddy!" Whined the boy as he scratched with both hands the back of his head.

"Don't think your punishment is over. I will talk to your mother about it later." Kaito eyes widened in terror as Chisaki smirked.

Now he had won your attention for a while...

"Kaito. One more thing." Chisaki lifted from the couch and stared at his son. "You won't remember the events of today probably tommorow. So don't tell your mother." Kaito could see a tiny hint of desparation om his father's eyes, which made him smirk devilish.

"Or else?"

"Or else I will give a good reason for your mother to be upset with you, how's that sound brat?" Threatened Chisaki.

"What about the fact that you along with uncle Chrono lo-"

"You two are finally back!" You beamed happily entering the office making both of them yelp and shut their mouths.

"Hi mommy!"

"Hello angel, how are you in this beautiful night?"

"... okay what happened?" You asked crossing your arms.

Both of your boys changed looks before Kaito glued himself on your leg as Kai went to give you a kiss.

"Nothing interesting." Both say in union.

Right. As you would believe that... Well, maybe later you can question it...

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Deals and Autographs

hey, who here wants to read a stupid headcanon combining kids practicing their signature for when they inevitably become famous and writing your crush’s last name with your first just to see how it looks? if so, do i have the fic for you!

Ashley has a secret. One she will never, ever tell anyone even on pain of death. The secret is this: buried deep in a drawer filed with random bits and bobs is a journal. The journal in question is fairly innocuous looking all things considered, there’s a baby pug on the front cover wearing a pair of glasses and sleeping on top of a book, but it’s whats inside that can never see the light of day. The first few hundred or so pages are embarrassing enough on their own, filled with the unpolished writings of a twelve year-old’s imaginations, but it’s the last couple of pages in question that terrify her. So that being said, it’s not that it’s super traumatic or anything, or even that she’s murdered someone, or one that will cause everyone she loves and cares for to hate and shun her. It’s just super embarrassing, and the idea of anyone —especially Chris— finding out is enough to make her want to die.

So to the surprise of absolutely no one, Josh is the one who finds out about it.

She is thirteen years-old when the event occurs. It had been a fairly run of the mill day too, Josh and Chris were over to hang out and work on some homework together in her bedroom. Chris had excused himself to use the washroom and Ashley went to go and grab some more snacks from the kitchen, leaving Josh in her room. Alone. And unsupervised. You know, just the two things that Josh should never, ever be. She had just walked in with her arms loaded with a few cans of pop and a couple bags of chips only to be greeted by the sight of her best friend with the journal in question. And, of course, open to the last page. She’s pretty sure it’s not possible, but she swears in the moment that all color had drained from her face at the same time her ears were burning with the power of her blush.

She immediately dropped everything onto her bed with a shriek and dived at Josh frantically, trying to rip the thing from his hands, but seeing as he’s almost two years older than her and nearly two and a half feet taller, he held it out of reach above her head easily.

“GIve it back, give it back!” Before he can say a word, she takes her elbow and jams it right into the center of his gut as hard as she can, grabbing the book the instant he bends down with a grunt of pain.

“Holy shit, Connor wasn’t kidding about how goddamned sharp your elbows are when you accidentally hit him in gym, was he? That actually hurt!”

Ashley ignores him and holds the journal tightly to her chest, feeling the color return to her face as she just glowers furiously at him. “What the hell are you doing going through my stuff?!”

Josh shrugs. “My pen died and I forgot my pencil case at school, so I was trying to find one of yours. But more importantly,” he glances at the book held protectively in her arms, and she instinctively turns her body to hide it further. “I gotta say, I think you’re a little young to be thinking of marriage, Ash.”

She know’s her face is now red from the absolute embarrassment flooding her entire body. He had seen it, of course Josh had seen it. Her shame and dream all in one. A couple of the final pages were taken up by her name in the cursive forms of her signature, written not quite a year ago when she first got the notebook from Chris as a Christmas present. They had been practice as the autograph she was sure to need once she became a best-selling author. But sprinkled throughout, written in the same loopy font of her signature, was not the name Ashley Brown.

But the name Ashley Hartley.

“I can only wonder what exactly our Mr. Hartley would think if he knew that this existed! That you felt for him so strongly!”

“You can’t! You have to promise me that you won’t tell him!”

“And why would I do that? There’s absolutely nothing in this for me.”

Thinking quickly, she blurts out the first thing on her mind, “I’ll do your English homework for the rest of the school year.”

“Hmmm, tempting, but no. It would arise too much suspicion if my homework was suddenly getting A’s but I was still getting C’s on my tests.”

“I’ll buy you lunch everyday for a month.”

“A little better, but still weak.”

“I’ll tell Sam that you have a crush on her.”

“Oh ho! Threats now! I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“...I’ll tell Emily that you have crush on her.”

Josh’s eyes narrow but his smile widens. “Now that’s just playing dirty! But still a no.” He hums and haws for a moment, and Ashley starts to fidget nervously. Chris is going to get back from the bathroom any minute now and it’s bad enough that Josh read her journal, if Chris reads it then she’s literally going to die. “I got it.” He turns a wide, toothy grin on her and oh boy, her entire body seizes in fight-or-flight response. “You gotta swear that you’ll name your first born kid after me.”

What.

Ashley could feel the instant her mind did that whole record-scratch, freeze frame effect and she just stared at Josh like he had just lost his entire goddamned mind.

“You’ve lost your goddamned mind.”

“No, no. It’s perfect! I don’t tell Chris and all you have to do is just name your kid after me. Everyone wins!”

“I’m not naming my kid after you! What if’ it’s a girl?”

“Hey, Joshua is a perfectly serviceable unisex name. It’ll be fine.”

“It is not! I am not gonna name my hypothetical daughter Joshua!”

“Fine, fine. Joshlynn then. But that’s my final offer. Either you agree to this, or I tell Chris that you want to marry him and have his little nerdy babies who are not named Joshua in any way, shape, or form.”

Ashley thinks about this for a second, tossing around which is worse: her entirely hypothetical child being cursed with the knowledge of being named after Josh Washington or Chris finding out that she’s had a crush on him since, well, practically forever. The sound of a toilet flushing down the hall decides for her.

“Deal.” She sticks out her hand and shakes Josh’s, and hurriedly moves to throw her journal back into the drawer where it belongs, never to see the light of day again, just as Chris walks back into her bedroom. Her secret safe, but a part of her wonders at what cost, and what she has just sentenced her poor, poor unborn child to.

The next time the journal is pulled out, Chris is the one who finds it.

The two of them have been dating for a couple of years now (and doing all the things that dating people do, like going on dates, and kissing, and holding hands, and kissing), a fact that continues to bring a smile to her face every time she thinks about it. In fact, the entire reason he finds it to begin with is because he’s helping her pack up her room so she can move into an apartment with him at the end of the month. It’s been nearly seven years now since she last thought of the journal, so she’s almost surprised when he pulls the thing out of the drawer and shows it to her.

“Oh wow, you still have this?”

Ashley laughs, shocked that he even recognizes it. “Have you ever known me to throw out a book of any kind? I can’t believe you even remember it honestly.”

“Well yeah, course I do. I spent ages in that stupid store trying to find you the perfect present. Think I was more worried about this then I was buying for my parents.” He opens it to a random page and reads a couple of sentences on a page before bursting out laughing. “Wow. This is almost painful to read. Pre-teen you was clearly the literary genius of our time.”

Ashley laughs again, getting off of her bed and placing the snow globe in her hands into the partially full box next to her. “Oh shut up. I still bet it’s better than anything you’ve written in the past —oh, I don’t know— year.” She takes is back from him and flips through a couple of more pages before wincing. “Oh, eyuck. You’re not wrong. This is bad. Maybe I should just toss this one.”

Scandalized, Chris rips it back from her and holds it protectively to him, looking at her like she had just kicked the pug on the front of the journal. “Don’t you dare! This is a priceless antique. Proof that even the most illustrious of authors start from the awkward grammar stages of youth.” He ignores her eye-roll and returns to flipping through more pages, and laughs harder. “Wow, you practically filled the entire thing too. The last few pages are just you practicing your autograph.”

“What can I say, a future best-selling author like myself needs an easily recognizable signature. It’s practically a requirement.” She waits for his comeback, but is instead greeted with the image of him staring down at the pages with a slack-jawed look of amazement.

That’s when she finally remembers exactly why this particular notebook was shoved in a drawer and not on her shelf with the others. And the solemn deal made in this bedroom nearly seven years ago. It wasn’t a secret anymore that the two of them had liked each other for some time, they had just never talked about how long that time had been. And this wasn’t exactly the way she had intended on him finding out.

“Listen, Chris, I can explain—”

He didn’t give her a chance to finish, he let the notebook fall through his fingers and drop to the floor as he advanced towards her, tangling his hand into her hair and kissing her for everything he was worth. She reacted just as quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him closer and sighing happily into his mouth. Ashley could feel herself falling backwards onto the bed behind her and let it happen, deepening the kiss when Chris let his hand start to climb underneath her shirt and rest just underneath her bra, the feeling of his hand on her bare stomach sending immensely pleasurable shivers up her spine as it always did.

Slowly, he pulled backwards and just looked at her as though he was seeing her for the first time, and it was the best sight he could have wished for. “So,” his voice was rough and the warmth that had begun to pool in her stomach was almost unbearable. “Ashley Hartley, huh?”

Ashley bit her lip and she could see his eyes drawn to it. “Be honest with me, what do you think of the name Joshlynn?”

#until dawn #chris hartley #ashley brown #chrashley #i literally wrote this entire thing down in one sitting #also while i can honestly say that ive done the first #ive never done the second #which probably should have clued me in that i was ace much much earlier on #might post this to ao3 later #who knows

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