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{Confess Your Lust} Azriel x Reader

You all can thank @riddlesb1tch for this. I have no regrets. It's just pure filth, but I know my whores like this 🥰 Rose this is all for you so you're the only one I care about liking it. Hope you all enjoy, title is from this song. highly suggest listening to while reading btw

Word Count: 4,682

Warnings: SMUT. Minor Dom/Sub concepts, bondage, degrading, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, Az is your pretty little good boy and you're gonna let him know ;)

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Summary: Azriel requested a very special birthday present. And who were you to tell him no.

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“Cassian, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve gotten me a dagger for my birthday.”

“Yup,” he grins.

“You know it’ll never suffice to Truth Teller, right?”

“An Illyrian can hope,” Cassian sighs, a relaxed smile on his face. “I know they all go in a drawer at the bottom of your dresser.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, but thanks his brother anyway. He appreciates them, but they hold no candle to the pretty piece of steel sat on his thigh.

Mor had gifted him a new pair of boots and a matching belt to go with them. They were of sleek leather, polished so well he could see his distorted reflection in the curve of the toe. He might have to set them aside for a special occasion so he doesn’t ruin them with training and missions.

Rhys and Feyre gifted him a custom made weapons display case. It had racks and shelves for all his favorites, as well as drawers for the ones Cassian constantly gifted. It was complete with a throwing pad on the side to practice different strikes as well as a sharpening stone. He’d never admit to anyone but himself, but it made the back of his throat string.

Amren promised him a night out at Rita’s, and coming from her it was quite generous.

Buy my gift… it was something to be shared between my mate and no one else. They didn’t need to know the secret behind the look in my eye. It was waiting at our newly constructed home, just like I promised. Just like he had asked.

“That’s it from us, I don’t see another one here,” Cassian looked around the rubble of discarded bags and decorative paper, not finding any other boxes. “Did Yn already give you hers?”

“No,” I said, sipping my glass of wine. “It’s back at the house. But he already knows what it is.”

“He does?”

“He does?” Azriel furrowed his brows, clearly not remembering the conversation the two of us had several months ago.

Azriel sauntered into the dining hall, hands fisted at his sides, wings tucked in close. “Can I talk to you?”

The sudden spring of worry in his eyes made me put down my book, following him to a nearby couch to sit on.

“What’s up, my love?” I asked tenderly, locking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“If I asked you to do something for me- to me… would you?”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Az,” I cocked my head to the side, getting a better look at his eyes. Those wicked shadows blocked some of his tan skin, so I gently nudged them out of the way.

“I umm- I was thinking that we might change some things up. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about these things and I want them. And I want to see if you could want them too.”

“Okay,” I nodded, waiting for a response.

“I want to try using some toys. On me.”

Well, that is not where I thought this was going to go at all. Utterly shocked, but not opposed to the idea, I asked him to elaborate. And by the Cauldron did he. He went into detail of what he wanted, why he wanted it, how he wanted it… it sounded like a dream come true.

“I’m so happy you told me about this. Yes, I’d be more than happy to fulfill these fantasies with you,” I smiled eagerly. “I promise I’ll make it special for you. Just like you did for me.”

Azriel still didn’t seem to get it, so I flashed a mental image down the bond, watching his brows unfurrow and raise up his face. It was almost ridiculous how far they went up. Nobody else said anything as they watched the interaction.

“Oh.”

“Oh… what? What did she get you?” Rhys prodded his brother, Azriel not breaking our eye contact. I just smirked, winking in his direction before turning back to the wine. Mor spared me a curious glance, but I gave away no details. The others didn’t need to know what happened behind those closed doors.

“Just something to play with later,” Azriel swallowed, throat working down and then back up. Only I would be able to note the change in his scent. “Time for pastries?”

I giggled as he deflected the question and moved onto another topic. It was another hour or so before anyone made a move to leave, but as soon as Cassian rolled out, his hands were all over me.

“Are you being serious?” His hands were cupping my cheeks, a desperate plea to his voice.

“Of course, my shadow. Go on up, get yourself ready. I’ll be up in a little bit, okay? Send word when you’re ready,” I instruct, moving out of his reach to begin cleaning up some of the mess left behind from the small party.

“Won’t you come do it for me?” His strong arms wrapped around me, the soft scent of his wings wafting in the air. “I could really use your help.”

“I thought you wanted me to take control?”

“I do, that’s why I-”

“Didn’t I give you an order?”

“Y-Yes, I just wanted-”

“Then go. Don’t make me ask again, Azriel.”

“Yes my lady,” he obediently replied. I watched him go up the stairs, shadows lingering behind before darting after him. Once I heard the door click softly shut, I continued my work around the living area and the kitchen. I didn’t have any desire to be cleaning, I just needed to build up some tension. For this to work as he wanted to, I needed to do the unpredictable. Which would be really fucking difficult since he is basically progammed to know every turn and corner.

I threw out trash, packed dishes in the sink, scrubbed them clean and put them away. About five minutes ago he sent a shadow curling my way, enticing me up towards the play room. I ignored the urgency of the call, deciding I’ll go when I want to. And he’s just going to have to wait.

Azriel isn’t the most patient creature in this world, that’s for damn sure.

Making him wait this long would be torture.

Precisely how I wanted it to be.

Finally, after another ten-ish minutes of stalling, I make my way upstairs. Purposefully being as loud as I can without stomping up the stairs. My heels click gently across the hard stone. As I near the door, I am hit with a wave of arousal coming from the room. It’s thick and tastes devine on the back of my tongue.

The sight of him sitting in the chair, wings facing me, arms ready and waiting behind his back is a marvelous sight. I can’t help but smile. He looks so pretty.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Azriel said, a smirk in his tone. “Is it time for my present yet?”

“So impatient, all of you Illyrians,” I snorted, rolling my eyes as I made my way to the wall in front of him. Hung up, there were various toys and playthings. All could be used for pleasure or pain, depending on the mood. “You’ll get it when I say you do. Give me your wrists.”

I held the bundle of rope between my palms, stalking back over to Azriel in his chair. As I pass around to where his hands are locked behind his back, I make sure to tell him he’s allowed to safeword if and whenever he needs to.

“I know, my love, thank you. I know you’ll take care of me,” he smiles gently, offering his lips.

“You asked to be overwhelmed, so I’m not going to stop unless you give me the word. I want you begging me to stop, remember? You’ll sound so pathetic and pretty when you whimper,” I smiled sickly sweet, pecking his lips with my own. “Ready?”

He gave a firm nod, hazel eyes locking on my body as I pulled away.

Back at the wall, I open the drawer in the chest, finding those two boxes I hid away weeks ago. How he never found them, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad. One was a vibrating cuff. The other was a dildo.

After taking them out of the box and sanitizing them, I left them there for Az to see, but not to use yet. No, I wanted the anticipation to do the work for me. Rather than giving him what he wanted, I made my way over to him and trailed my fingers around his frame.

Every flick of my finger sent goosebumps slithering across his skin. Up his neck… down his arms. That sensitive place between his wings twitched as I trailed through it, delicately applying pressure on the muscle.

“Fuck, baby you… you can’t tease me like that.”

“I think I can do whatever I want,” I replied. “You are tied up at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good boy,” I smiled, threading my fingers through his thick hair, latching onto his scalp. I pulled to the side, watching his body move with the force. His chest rose and fell, I could feel his heartbeat down the bond. Wicked. Powerful. Anticipating my next move.

I slid into his lap, feeling just how much he needed me through his pants. I leaned just far enough away that he couldn't capture my mouth with his. He tried twice to kiss me, but each time I leaned away, a sick smile on my lips.

Azriel scoffed, “I just wanted a kiss.”

“I know you do, but I didn’t give you permission, did I?” I mocked, leaning in closer and closer. “Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. I decide when you get what you’ve earned. And all you’ve done so far is complain that I haven’t given you anything. That’s not how good boys behave is it?”

I can see the fire in his eyes, those two sides of his personality fighting each other head on. This desire inside him to be taken care of, to be set free by my control versus that blistering need to be in control of everything.

I’ll break him free with my bare hands if I have to.

“Don’t be shy, my shadow. You can say it, it’s okay. No one can hear you besides me. Unless you want everyone to know just how much you need me.”

“I’ll behave,” he recites quickly. “Please.”

“Look at you, begging for it already,” I smirked, standing up from my place in his lap. He groans, cock clearly straining against the fabric covering his legs.

I circle him. Like a predator to its prey. “You look so pretty tied up, my shadow.”

“When I asked you to play with me, I didn’t expect to be tortured.”

“Tortured?” I spun around to see his hazy eyes. “Oh, my sweet love, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already begging? Don’t be so pathetic, Azriel. You can take more, can’t you?” I nodded his head for him, fingers fisted in his hair. “Yes you can, good boy.”

I quickly walked around to see his pink cheeks, heated with humiliation. I had no intention of going easy on him the first time.

In a swift motion, I sheathed the blade at his thigh, cutting away his pants, leaving him just in his undershorts. He gasped, eyes going wide as roughly pulled them down his hips. “Y-Yn what are you-”

“Quiet,” I demanded.

Azriel shut his mouth, panting heavily as I fisted his cock in my hand. His head tipped back in pleasure, and I almost let myself enjoy it for a second before I ripped my hand away. Those fierce hazel eyes were back on mine in an instant, silently begging for more. He made a wounded sound when I walked away, grabbing the vibrating cuff from the dresser.

“Let’s play a game, okay? I put this on, and you aren’t going to cum. If you take it like the good boy I know you are, then I’ll give you something else to play with. If you cum… well, you’re just not going to stop.”

Azriel looks genuinely afraid. Like I might break him if I go through with this. I’ve never wanted to break something so badly just to put it back together again.

I kneel in front of him, spreading his knees apart. I can see the generous amount of gel he’s used to work himself open for later. His body is glowing, vibrating with tension. I spit on his dick, enjoying the sight of him flinching as it hits his hot skin.

Being extra agonizing, I blow some cool air on his tip to really watch him jump. I giggle, sliding the cuff over his length. The pale blue color is a stark contrast to his bright red skin. There is a button near the bass to turn it on and to switch the intensity. The gentle purr of the toy comes to life with a quick tap, and Azriel damn near falls out of the chair.

“Relax,” I say, forcing his knees down. I looked up at him, chest unmoving as he held his breath. “Breath Azriel.”

“I- I can-can’t,” he chokes. “Fuck Yn, it’s too much.”

“It’s only on the first setting, you’ll get used to it. In thirty seconds I’m going to put it on the next setting,” I warn, watching the way his body quivers slightly.

My mates eyes are slammed shut, teeth clenched together. His cock gently pulses with the vibe, slick trickling down his shaft in a steady stream. To be a little extra mean, I run my tongue up the length.

“Oh gods Yn…” he pleads, head tossed back. His chest is on display, perfectly cut muscles constricting with every breath.

“You’re being so good, Azriel,” I praise, relishing in the way his body relaxes into the words. “Just a little longer.”

I stand, walking to the corner of the room to the closet. I quietly wheel out the next part of his surprise, setting them aside for when I need them. When I come back, I notice the sheen of sweat lining his chest and torso. It glimmers in the low light, catching at all the right angles.

I stroke my hands up and down his shoulders, working the tense muscles. He relaxes into my body and I travel further. Over his chest, over his abs, down his thighs. When I reach his cock, I press the next button and turn up the intensity.

Az growls. In a way I’ve never heard him before. He curls in on himself, kicking his feet against the floor.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Azriel. I know you want to be my good boy and take your birthday present so well. You’re gonna take it until I tell you you’ve had enough.”

“It feels so good,” he moans. His thighs are shaking, his cock flushed almost purple. “M-More.”

“And now you’re begging for it? Gods, Az you are so easy for me. I’m sure if you'd found this before tonight, I would’ve caught you with it, huh? So fucking desperate.” I can’t help but tease him, he makes it so easy. And he is being so good for me, why not give him what he wants? “You asked for more, Azriel.”

I click it up another notch, watching the way it sends shock waves through the muscles in his thighs and abs. He’s open-mouth panting now, unable to take a breath without whining. He starts shaking his head back and forth, eyes blinking rapidly.

“You’re not allowed to cum, Azriel. I didn’t give you permission.”

My reminder makes him sob. “Please, please Yn. Fucking please let me cum. Fuck I-I can’t- Yn I can’t-”

“You’re going to,” I demand, pushing the hair out of his face. “Because I told you to. You wanna make me happy, right? I won’t be happy if you cum. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”

He shakes his head no rapidly, sweat dripping down his face.

“Then don’t cum. It’s not that hard.”

Azriel cries out, the noise coming deep within his chest. He tries to cross his legs to relieve the pressure, but I force them to stay open. He shakes and writhes, wings slanted behind his back in a mess of shadows. He cannot sit still, but I don’t reprimand him for it.

The room is filled with the sound of his harsh breathing and the hum of the vibrator. It’s filled with the scent of his sweat and breath.

“Yn- Yn turn it off.”

“No.”

He curses, a colorful menagerie falling from his wet lips. “Please please please please please please.”

The sound of him begging, truly begging, makes me grin in a sinister way. This is exactly how I wanted him. A whimpering, desperate mess for me to play with.

I turn it off.

Azriel blows out a breath, body still writhing. His cock stands tall, a deep shade of maroon. I know one flick of my tongue would send him over the edge. And having that kind of power over him feels incredible.

After letting him rest for a second, I decide it’s time for some real fun. I pluck the dildo off the dresser and stand in front of Azriel, waiting for him to look up at me. When those hazel eyes meet mine, they’re glassy and full of pleasure. Almost too much. He looks drunk with his cheeks so rosy and ears flaming red. He looks so adorable all fucked out like this.

“Stand,” I commanded, watching the words register on his face.

His knees tremble, but he manages, stretching his taught legs. The sight of him shaking so vividly would normally scare me. But right now it's… it's beautiful. I made him this way, and this ache between my legs couldn't be stronger.

The cup on the end suctions to the metal chair when I place the dildo down. “Sit.”

“Yn-”

“Sit,” I snapped, eyes hardening. Azriel swallowed, looking from me to the chair and back. “Don’t make me ask again. I told you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

He turned back around, standing above the chair. Slowly, incredibly slowly, he lowered himself to the chair. His arms were bulging against the ropes, veins running along his biceps throbbing with his pulse. But he sits. All the way down.

With a proud smile, I drink in the way he sits. It's so rigid. His chest barely moves with his quick breaths. His eyes are screwed shut.

“Azriel,” I taunt, my voice sickly sweet. “What's got you breathing so hard, hmm? Are you in too much pleasure? Does it feel too good?”

His mouth gapes open, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You’re at a loss for words with how good you feel. So fucking pathetic, completely fucked out the first time you’re taking a toy?” I click on the vibrator again, starting at level two. He thrashes, then grunts, tossing his head back. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good boy. You’ve been pleasing me so much, Azriel, did you know that? You’re making me so happy. Keep being a good boy and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yn…” he breathed, head falling back to meet my eyes.

“What do you need, my shadow? More? You want more?” He shakes his head no, but remains silent. “You can do better than a pitiful shake of your head. Tell me what you want, Azriel.”

“Yn… Yn…” he chants, my name a plea of desperation. It's airy and full of need.

“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need, I promise I’ll give it to you.”

With bleary eyes, he looks at me. “Please let me cum.”

The words are broken and a little slurred, but he told me what he needed. So I’ll give it to him.

“Such a good boy, Azriel. Telling me how much you need to cum. I’ll make sure you do, baby. Just keep taking it for me. You’re doing soooo good.”

I kept talking to him, praising him for how good he’s taking everything I’ve given him. Azriel is babbling and pleading like a total whore. While he drones on and on, I wheel out the surprise I set in the corner. Three long, vertical mirrors are set around him so he can see every angle of his perfect body.

So he can watch himself come undone without me even touching him.

“Azriel, look at me baby,” I commanded. He settles his gaze on me, then the mirrors. “Don’t you think you look so pretty?”

The way his body slumps in the chair sent chills down my spine. He spread his legs, admitting the cuff constricting his cock. Azriel pushes on his toes lightly, bobbing up and down on the dildo. “Fuck I- Yn I look so…so-”

“I want you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror. Don’t look at anything but yourself. This is all for you, take it all in, my shadow. Enjoy watching yourself fall apart for me.”

Azriel nodded.

I circled him slowly, amused at how… delicate he looked despite the harsh reality of his current fate. He was tied up, more vulnerable than ever. And yet he looked so sweet and simple. And devastatingly ruined.

At the first touch to the leathery material of his wings, Azriel jumped. He shouted and swore.

“Relax, Azriel.”

“I can’t handle it when you touch my wings, Yn. I’m not gonna be able to hold on,” Az pleads. I touch him again in the same spot. He shudders and grits his teeth. “Yn please.”

“Eyes on yourself, Azriel.”

With a deep, controlled breath, he pulls his eyes back to the mirrors. As I touch and explore the most sensitive parts of him, he twitches in every direction, effectively screwing himself further on the dildo. I take the curve of my nail and trace a vein running in his wing. Fibers in his muscles seize.

In the mirror, I can see the cuff working nicely. His chest is coated in sweat and it takes all my strength to not run my tongue from the tip of his cock to the base of his throat. Instead, I continue to tease his wings.

Azriel has this one specific spot right at the base of his wing that drives him insane. The moment I begin to move my hand, he begins to moan uncontrollably. He begs and whines and begs again for me to make him come.

“Are you watching yourself, baby?” I ask, locking eyes with him in the mirror. When he nods, eyes cast down at his body, I stroke his wing. Twice. And tears spill down his face.

“F-Fuck Yn I need to cum. I need to cum, fuck PLEASE let me cum please please please,” Azriel chants like I’m a long forgotten god. As if I would be able to grant all his wishes and desires. And it fills me with a fire I’ve never felt before.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Azriel. Go ahead. You can cum, let go.”

The second I gave him permission, he came. His whole body convulsed with the force. His legs and torso shivered, ecstasy pouring out of him with every whine and curse.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” he mewls, watching his cum slide down his cock, spreading over his thighs. The cuff keeps vibrating, drawing out his pleasure. “Turn it off turn it off turn it off-”

“Don’t you wanna see how far you can go? You look so pretty when you cum, I could keep watching you forever, my dear. Why don’t you do it again, okay? You’ve earned it, go ahead and cum for me, just once more.”

His whole body is flush, the same beautiful color as his aching cock. He strains against the ropes and for a minute I think he’s going to break free. But he falls slack, a steady wave of whimpers as the cuff continues to drain him. The flow of it never stops.

After a few more seconds to enjoy the show for myself, I turn off the vibrator. I gently slide it off, the majority of his seed landing on my fingers. I make a bog show of licking it off for him.

Azriel is lost in his mind somewhere when I begin to undo the ropes. I massage his shoulders, working blood back into his extremities.

“You did such an amazing job, my love. I am so proud of you, I hope you had as good of a time as I did.”

Azriel stayed quiet, but he nodded his head, gulping down air. He was shaking, but judging by the way the bond felt, he felt nothing but euphoria. I had done exactly what I was asked, and he loved it.

While I kneaded his shoulders, kissing up and down his back, he recovered. While I was strong, I wasn’t strong enough to lift a fully grown Illyrian warrior and carry him to the bathroom. Currently, he’s in no condition to move under his own volition, so we’ll take our time until his strength is restored.

“I love you so much, Az. My beautiful, strong mate. You did such a good job, such a good boy for me.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, a lazy smile on his lips. “Love being your good boy.”

“You are, you did so fucking good Azriel. It was so hot watching you cum like that,” I smiled, kissing his forehead, then his lips when he pursed them to me. “Feeling good enough to get to the bathroom? The tub is waiting, ready for you.”

My mate nodded, “Only if you’ll come in with me.”

Giggling, I slung his arm over my shoulder. “Of course I will. Stand up slowly, take your time. I’ve got you.”

With a few hisses as he stood up off the chair, wings splaying out to help him keep his balance, I guided him to the bathroom. He could stand just… not super well. We stumbled, but made it to the tub in one piece. I left him to climb in as I stripped, adding some salts to the bath.

“I don’t care about that, just get in, my love.”

Illyrians, not known for their extended patience, but they are known for their incredible brutality and bravery.

As well as their wingspans.

Before he could yank me in with my clothes on, I swept them away with a flick of my hand and climbed in. Azriel guided me to sit in his lap, face to face. His warm, scar-flecked hands caressed my body. It wasn’t in a particularly sexual manner, but I was far too turned on to not let a whimper slip. But he didn’t smirk or crack a teasing joke, he just continued to roam my body.

It seemed to calm him, the edges of ecstasy fading away from the bond one strand at a time. His heart rate slowed and that glaze over his eyes faded away.

“Feeling okay?” I asked, stroking my hands up and around the tattoos on his shoulders and chest.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Just… wow. My body feels so tingly.”

“Now you know how I feel when you make me cum multiple times.”

Azriel smiled, sending my heart tumbling in my chest. “Guess I should be a bit more gracious with you, shouldn’t I? Considering now you have what you need to retaliate.”

“I think you’d like it if I retaliated,” I grin. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Good time? I’ve never felt so satisfied in my whole life. Thank you for giving me that experience.”

I smiled so wide it hurt. “Of course, my shadow. But the next time you want to have a ‘new experience’, don’t hesitate to wait so long to tell me.”

“I promise,” Azriel whispers, cupping both sides of my face with his hands. Our foreheads lean in together. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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mp0625 · 5 months

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Hiiii hope u are okay 🥰 could ya write something about Vince where reader (his gf) gets hurt. She was supposed to be at the game but instead was in the hospital. Him being worried when he couldn’t find her in the stands. Whatever comes to your mind :)

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Anon Request: Hiiii hope u are okay 🥰 could ya write something about Vince where reader (his gf) gets hurt. She was supposed to be at the game but instead was in the hospital. Him being worried when he couldn’t find her in the stands. Whatever comes to your mind :)

A/N: I’m doing pretty good. Damn I forgot how much I like Vince!! I’m still taking requests for Vince Dunn or any players/Drivers!

TW: Angst, Car Cr*sh

“Hey baby, sorry I’m running late. The meeting ran late at work again.” Sighing while you walk to the car.

“It’s ok, you’ll get here when you get here. Be careful driving, there was lots of traffic coming into the arena.” He said with concern in his voice

“I will, I promise. Love you Babe!! I’ll be in my normal seat and should be there by the anthem.” You said with a smile in your voice.

“Love you too, baby.” “Hey, one more thing, can we go get sushi after we, you know what?” He asked quizzically with a laugh at the end.

“Definitely! That sounds delicious.” “See you at the game.” You said as you hung up.

As you were pulling out of the parking garage of your office building, a car blew through a stop sign. T boning your car. Causing your car to flip on to its side. Witnesses come running calling 911 and seeing if they can help.

As he stepped onto the for warm up and he didn’t see you he thought, “She hasn’t made it in yet, but I know she’ll be in for the anthem and opening face off.”

As Vince went back down the tunnel he still did not see you and that was starting to concern him but to calm his nerves he told himself that you were probably getting a snack.

When he came back onto the ice for puck drop. He looks to where you normally are sitting, and he doesn’t see you. “Where is Y/N at?? She’s probably in the bathroom. Hopefully she’ll be back for opening faceoff.” He thinks to help calm his nerves.

When he got that goal against Bobrovsky he looked to see his good luck charm in the stands and you still were not there. He thought maybe you were in the bathroom again.

When the game was over, with the kraken winning he didn’t feel the elation or the happiness that the rest of the team or the fans were feeling. He was very concerned about you. As he went into the dressing room he got his phone out of his bag seeing all of the calls he got from your phone. Listening to one of the voicemails. “Hello this is nurse Macy from Kindred Hospital Seattle, I’m calling to let you know that Y/N has been in a wreck and you were in her phone as her emergency contact. Please call us back to this number and we can give you some more information about her condition.” Vince almost dropped his phone in shock.

When trying to redial your phone number his fingers slipped multiple times and almost called Matty Beniers who was across the dressing room. When he finally was able to call your number it picked on the second ring. “Hello”

“Y/N”

“Sir, is this Vince?”

“Yes”

“Mr. Vince, This is nurse Macy, Y/N was involved in a T bone accident her car flipped onto its side. She seems to be OK other than a few broken bones right now she is asleep.”

“Oh thank everything! She is ok.” He said with a big sigh of relief. “Can I come see her?”

“Yes, you can.” “See you soon.” She said hanging up.

Vince breathes a sigh of relief knowing what happened, but is very concerned about what happened to you. He quickly showers and gets dressed to go see you.

The thing that wakes you up thinking it was a nurse coming to check your vitals. But instead it was Vince holding a box.

“Hi, I brought sushi!” He said with a smile.

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famemonsterrr · 10 months

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Astrology observations part 8 🪽

(Disclaimer: this post is just some observations not facts. If you can’t relate to any of those that’s okay we all have different experiences)

- Pisces with fire placements make someone that is aggressive than usual. Especially if they have Aries in the personal placements but the good about it is that they are passionate about their loved ones

- Gemini’s are either really honest or the most sneaky bitches ever

- Capricorn are either really loud or hate loud people and even if they are on the loud side as they grow older they will calm down a lot.

- I have noticed that anyone who has Leo placements or 5th house makes them really happy,smiley or positive people.

- libra women smile a lot for now reason sometimes or they are the type of women who will laugh at ur joke even if it isn’t funny at all. (fake it till u make it girly pops)

- 8th house,Scorpio,Taurus and Leo placements they don’t forgive and don’t forget. (Be aware they can turn you into a stranger)

- believe it or not Gemini are really romantic people and they always looking for love. That’s why they getting married a lot of times or have a lot of lovers through their lives (especially women)

- earth signs are ruthless when they are angry.

- you can’t lie to Scorpio,Leo,Capricorn and Virgo placements. They are always 1 step ahead of you.

- 6th house mercury will talk about health,being organised and work.

- I have noticed that air placements are so good with technology (my mom is 56 and has a lot of Gemini placements and when I show her something then she gets it and uses the phone like a pro)

- I’m talking from personal experience but as a Pisces I always get Deja vu. Like I’m sitting with my bestie and then I stop and say “why I feel we have been said that before" I’m a delusional baddie 💅🏻 so Siri play Deja vu by Beyoncé

- Scorpio sun with Scorpio mercury and Scorpio rising is something with one look it’s scarryyy but actually they might be goal oriented and very closed people but once u are in their circle they will treat you like you are the most special human being.

- why air mercuries have to be soo sarcastic…? Like y’all funny I love it so much tho.

- mutable signs can do 100 things at once. (Me who writes this blogs,eats,watches a show and play a game between thoughts).

- Pisces mercury are sooo creative and sweet. Like I can’t even tell u have much of good listeners they are.

- I have noticed that Leo or fire signs tend to share a story by adding a lot of sauces to make it sound more dramatic. Definitely the best story tellers

- Aquarius placements are funnyyy because something serious is happening and they don’t react at all they just act like everything is fine. They might cry and still go the things they have to do

- water signs + Taurus love to sleep a lot. (Lazy girly pops 💅🏻)

- I don’t know why but I have noticed all the Capricorn people I have met or seen in my life they are TALL. Like idk why that happens.

- earth signs want things to be done…fast as possible . Time is money 🤌🏻

- Sagittarius and Aquarius love to travel A LOT

- cancers are amazing in anything that has to do painting or drawing.

That’s all🪽

Thank u for reading until the end. I’m greatful about it 🥰 again these aren’t facts and I’m not native American so I’m trying my best.

Stay healthy and hydrated 🫶🏻🥰

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Comet Donati [Chapter 10: Through The Dark] [Series Finale]

Series Summary: Sex, drugs, boy bands. You are a kinda-therapist recruited (via nepotism) to help Comet Donati through a recent crisis. Things are casual with Aegon, very not-casual with Aemond. Loosely inspired by One Direction.

Chapter Warnings: Language, references to sexual content (+18), drugs, alcohol, smoking, mental health struggles, pregnancy, bodily injury, death, miscarriage, AND NO OTHER CLUES, HAPPY READING!!! 🥰

Selected Chapter Quote: “What made you want to be a therapist?”

Word count: 6.4k.

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Night sky, string lights, reverberating bass, warm wet verdant air like the earth the dinosaurs knew, swampy and thick with beasts. With his lazy, dreamlike smile—a kind contagious glow, pink sunburned cheeks that match the clinking Salty Dog in his hand—Aegon says: “What made you want to be a therapist?”

You won’t tell him the whole truth. But you’ll tell him part of it. “Sigmund Freud.”

Aegon is intrigued, raised eyebrows and a crooked grin. “The guy who thinks everyone wants to fuck their mom?”

“You would have liked him. He did a lot of coke.” You take a swig of your Salty Dog: rosemary, grapefruit, the singeing bite of gin. “He was the founder of talk therapy. And, yeah, some of the things he wanted to talk about were…unorthodox. Misguided. But still…”

“He just wanted to talk,” Aegon says softly, understanding now.

“This was the turn of the century, okay? This was back in the days when they were pulling people’s teeth out, locking them up in asylums, injecting them with diseases, cutting off parts of women that made them unruly, ungovernable, immoral.” You shudder. “And Freud said no, just talk to them. Just figure out what demons they have chained up in their skulls, dark dusty corners buried way down deep, and help them figure out how to move forward. It’s not about having a cure, a pill or a scalpel. I mean, how ludicrous would that be, thinking I was walking around with some failproof silver bullet to make all the pain of existence vanish? That’s insane. It’s about listening to people, and caring about people, and shining a light on what part of them already knew was there. I don’t have a cure for anybody. Not a single goddamn person on this planet. But I can help them find their own.”

Aegon watches you, contemplates you, studies you like something rare and fleeting. “You are going to be one hell of a therapist.”

“I don’t know about that. But I hope so.”

“I’ll find you. Maybe when you’re done with school you can work on me. I’d keep you busy, I guarantee it. I’m like Disney’s Haunted Mansion. Ghosts everywhere you look.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You are never going to remember me.” He is never going to remember this place, this time, the way he shared his light with me like a long-lost comet clipping by Earth.

“I might,” Aegon says. He sips his Salty Dog with his elbows propped on the table, his blond hair whipping in the indigo wind, grains of salt on his lips, reflections of string lights like stars in his eyes. “I really think I might.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Your arms thrown around his neck, your face buried in his black t-shirt, inhaling smoke and dust and the coppery sharpness of his spilled blood. You are sobbing uncontrollably, gasping, shivering, wild prideless tears and clawing fingers. Jace’s words circle in your skull like a moon around its planet: Nobody escapes the indignity of becoming a regret. Aemond is trying to calm you, to quiet you. His hands—large and dangerous and bloodstained and careful—are on your back, in your hair. You have to explain, to repent. You have to make him understand.

“I didn’t get pregnant on purpose,” you moan into him, a jagged rush like a hemorrhage. “I swear to God I didn’t. I wouldn’t do that to you. I wasn’t trying to trap you or fix you or use you. I’m in love with you, Aemond, I wanted you, and I still want you, and I thought you would hate me and I was terrified and I didn’t know how to tell you—”

“I don’t hate you, I could never hate you,” he’s saying, and more that you can’t catch; his words are a tide, flowing in and fading out. Now there is pain, deep and sharp and collapsing. Aegon is standing a few yards away, tears flooding down his sunburned face; they clear tracks in the dust that coats him, that coats everyone, that sticks to the blood on your legs. Cregan has pushed the others back, but still, you can hear their incorporeal voices: Jace asking what’s going on, Rhaena explaining, Baela shrieking, Criston shouting orders. Now Aegon has a rough hand on Aemond’s shoulder and is telling him something—insisting upon something—but you don’t know what. Language escapes you; language abandons you.

There are sirens and flashing lights the color of rubies, roses, tangled arteries. Aemond scoops you up and carries you towards them. There is only enough room for one person to ride in the ambulance with you; there is no discussion of who it will be. The rest of Comet has to wait for the Escalades to arrive at your parents’ farm. You do not try to steal a glimpse of the damage, felled trees and scattered fence posts, dead cattle and pillaged earth. You are filled with enough wreckage already; you are built of it, bones made out of bent nails, nerves of barbed wire.

Needles into your arms, chemicals into your bloodstream: something that deadens the pain and muddies your thoughts, makes them slow and heavy and unpanicked, like you are watching this happen to somebody else. In an exam room, nurses strip your clothes away and wipe the red from your skin, routinely, absentmindedly, as if it is of no consequence, as if the future you had taken for granted has not just been drowned, immolated, eradicated from existence like a dying star. They give you underwear fitted with a bulky postpartum pad—the same used by mothers of living children—and a hospital gown that Aemond marks with bloody fingerprints when he touches you. Then the nurses leave you to wait for the doctor with your IVs and your fogbank mind and your glazed eyes that stare blankly at the sterile white walls.

Aemond is smoothing back your hair from your face, and you are reminded of how he held Aegon when he was dying on your bedroom floor in the MGM Grand. You remember once thinking that Aemond is like storms and rogue waves, and that’s true; he turns lethal and then goes kind again, strikes and then soothes. He says once you are alone, each word painstakingly chosen: “I’m sorry that because of how I’ve acted, you felt you couldn’t tell me.”

“I’m sorry I lost the baby.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I must have. I’m bleeding too much.” You can feel it, blood and clots that ooze, gush, drain away leaving you cold and hollow.

The exam room door opens, not a nurse or a doctor but a man in khaki cargo shorts and a filthy neon green tank top and matching Crocs, clop clop clop. “Hey, Stargirl,” Aegon says, sad and gentle. He holds up a venti-sized plastic cup. “I brought you a Double Chocolatey Chip Frappuccino.”

You blink groggily, not knowing what to do with it. Aegon puts the clear cup in your hands, the green straw between your lips. It’s sugary, cold, rich, topped with a swirl of whipped cream and chocolate syrup. It brings you back a little bit, a few unsteady steps towards the real world.

“Where the fuck is the doctor?” Aemond asks him.

“The nurse said she’s on her way. They’re understaffed.” Aegon shrugs apologetically: Missouri bullshit.

“You get somebody in here, right now.”

“What do you want me to do, threaten to stab medical professionals?! How about you punch some of their teeth out, I bet that would help.” Then Aegon sighs shakily and covers his own face with his hands. “It wasn’t…it wasn’t mine, you know?” Wasn’t, isn’t, will never be. “We haven’t…not since…it’s not…” He looks at Aemond with large, shining, ocean-blue eyes. “It’s not possible. You have to know that. You can’t be the way that you are sometimes. You don’t get a few weeks to come around to doing the decent thing. You have to believe her.”

And Aemond says softly: “I do.”

The door opens again and a doctor steps through it, mid-forties, thick black-rimmed glasses, dark hair secured in a businesslike low bun. Aegon ducks out of the room; the doctor gives him a brief quizzical glance before introducing herself to you. You can’t seem to latch onto her name. You answer the questions she asks you as she readies the ultrasound machine: ten weeks along, blunt force trauma to your back, where and how it hurt before the pain was drugged out of you. She unfastens a tie on the side of your hospital gown and opens it just enough to spread the cool gel across your belly and then glide the transducer through it. She peers at the grainy screen. She’s checking for a heartbeat; she’s checking to see if you’ll need a D&C to help expel a partial miscarriage so you don’t go septic.

“I lost it,” you sob, breaking down again. “Aemond, I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t. Please don’t.” He kisses your temple and then rests his forehead against yours, tears glittering in his river-clear right eye.

“Well,” the doctor says with practiced, vaguely sympathetic composure. “You lost one of them.”

You look to her, not understanding. “One of…?”

She angles the monitor so you and Aemond can see. “Fraternal twins often have separate amniotic sacs and placentas. So depending on the positioning of the fetuses, it is possible to miscarry one but not the other. This one on the left here…” She indicates it with her index finger. “It’s…it’s no longer viable, unfortunately. You’ve already passed most of it. But this one on the right…” She squints at the screen, repositioning the transducer. “From what I can tell, it seems to be holding on. Let me see if I can…” She moves the transducer around, pressing it into the yielding flesh of your belly. And then you hear it: a fierce defiant drumming, a whistling like wind through leaves. “I thought so,” the doctor pronounces, smiling. “There’s the heartbeat. The pulse is approximately 155 beats per minute, which is typical.”

One of them? I didn’t lose one of them? “Aemond…?”

When you turn back to him, he’s staring at the flickering black-and-white whirls of bones and blood flow on the ultrasound screen. And the expression on his face is one that you’ve never seen from him before, serene like when he’s with animals, awed like when he studies the galaxy, and something else too, a great shifting, a clicking into place, tectonic plates and ocean currents and storm clouds unraveling into clear skies. “It’s alright?” he says, not taking his eye from the screen.

“It is,” the doctor confirms. “Measuring a little bit small for ten weeks, but that’s to be expected for a twin. I don’t think you’ll be able to tell the sex for another month, but it’s alive and well.” She freezes the image on the screen, sets the transducer aside, and cleans the gel from your belly. “Based on my experience, in cases like this, I’d say there’s a better than 50/50 chance the surviving fetus can be carried to term.”

You say: “What can I do…? I mean…there must be something I can do to help it…to help it live…”

“We’ll give you medication to stop any residual uterine contractions and antibiotics to prevent infection. I’d like to admit you for observation, just for a day or two. And I would recommend bed rest for several weeks. Until you’ve reached your second trimester, at least.”

“Yes. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“And sir, you’re…” The doctor peers at Aemond through her glasses, really scrutinizing him for the first time, his brutal scar and his blind left eye and his stillness and his wonder. “You’re the father?”

Aemond nods, still gazing at the screen like a constellation in the night sky, like a comet only glimpsed once in a lifetime. “I am.”

The doctor beams. “Congratulations,” she tells both of you. And then she leaves to arrange for you to be admitted to the hospital.

“I’ll stay,” Aemond says. “When the band flies to New Orleans tomorrow, I’ll stay here with you.”

“No, Aemond.”

“I’m staying. I’m not going to leave you. You need me, the baby needs me.”

“No,” you say again. “What we have now is wrong. It’s painful and volatile and doomed.” You lay your palm against his scarred face, and he doesn’t finch away. “You have to figure out who you are after Comet. And so do I.” Tears in your eyes, tears on your cheeks; but on your lips is a soft, patient smile. “Aemond, I don’t want me and the baby to be a distraction from the work that you still desperately need to do. I don’t want to be a temporary fix. I don’t want to be your life raft. I want to be…if I’m going to be anything to you…” Your thumbprint ghosts across his cheekbone, tender, reverent. “I want to be your home.”

He shakes his head, but he doesn’t speak; drops like rain spill down his right cheek, dyed pink by blood from the fresh lacerations that riddle him, new scars and ancient pain.

“What are you thinking?” you say.

“I’m thinking that you’re right. I fucking hate it, but you are.” He swipes away tears with one bloodstained hand, then he settles it on your not-yet-showing belly, a place of ruin, a place of hope. “When can I come back?”

“When you’re ready. And only you’ll know when that is.”

The exam room door opens again, and your parents rush in like water through a cracked dam. They are frantic and fretting, peering around bewilderedly.

“Lord almighty, what the hell happened?!” your dad booms; and your mom doesn’t even think to chastise him.

“I’m okay, Daddy.”

“You got hit by somethin’? Are they gonna do an x-ray? Your mother and I finally made it back home from church, trees and power lines down all over the place, and that boy was waitin’ on the front porch to tell us where you were. You know, the big one. The one with the godawful ponytail.”

“Cregan,” your mom offers.

“Cregan,” your dad says.

“It’s a man bun, Daddy. How’s the farm?”

“We ain’t too bad off. A couple cows dead, half the herd out wanderin’ since the pasture fence blew away. Me and the dogs gotta bring ‘em on back, but your mother and I had to see you first. Did they check you over good? Can you come home today?”

“Sweetheart, there’s…” Your mom’s voice is alarmed. “There’s blood on your gown, on your face, what happened?”

“Well, I, um, the thing is…” You try to tell them. You begin crying again instead. As you sniffle and avert your eyes—afraid, ashamed—Aemond stands and extends one large, scarlet-streaked hand. Your dad shakes it tentatively. And then Aemond explains for you: the child you’ve lost, the child you’ve kept, what has to happen next.

“I am responsible,” Aemond says as they gape at him, half-ecstatic and half-horrified. “And I know that this didn’t exactly happen in the traditional way, and I know that there is a lot of work left for me to do to prove myself worthy of your daughter. But I hope in time you’ll be able to forgive me. Because it seems that we’re going to be family.”

Your mom squeals and hugs Aemond. Your dad hugs you. They stay until you are settled in your own private room—small bed and clean sheets, drugs trickling into your veins—and only then do they listen to your insistence that you’ll be okay until morning, that they need to go home to take care of the farm. They leave with their arms around each other, exchanging murmurs like vows. Then Aemond asks if you feel well enough to see the band. They want to say goodbye.

“You’ll miss me,” Jace says confidently, then swoops in to smack a kiss on your forehead before anyone can stop him, bouncing dark curls and smirking mouth. Aegon jabs him in the ribs, Criston rolls his eyes, Aemond glowers like he’d enjoy putting Jace in need of another 28 dental implants. “If you ever get sick of mentally ill blonds, just let me know. The kid doesn’t change anything. I dig MILFs.”

“Thanks, Jace. I guess.”

“We’ll still see you around, right? You’ll visit us, we’ll visit you?”

“Yeah. I won’t disappear.”

“Good.” And then again, more somberly: “Good.”

Rhaena is dabbing at her gentle, doe-like eyes with a Kleenex, leaning into Luke for support. Criston is gallant. Daeron is optimistic. Baela is exasperated that you told Rhaena you were pregnant but not her.

“I didn’t tell Rhaena,” you counter. “She just happened to be the person who accompanied me on my ill-fated adventure to procure Plan B in Tokyo at like 2 a.m.”

“Which did not work,” Rhaena adds, sniffling into her Kleenex.

“A cautionary tale,” Jace says to everyone. “You hear that, fellas? When in doubt, wrap it before you tap it.”

Baela nods at you. “Luckily, she doesn’t seem too disappointed.” Her eyes flick reticently to Aemond where he sits in the chair closest to your bed, a presence in the room like skies that could turn in an instant, quiet, preoccupied, protective, dazed. “And neither does he.”

“I’m not,” Aemond confesses. He laces one hand through yours and brings his lips to your knuckles, willing the baby to live, willing himself to be better for you both.

“We’re going to talk later,” Cregan tells him sternly. Talk about what it means to be a father.

“Yes,” Aemond agrees.

And then Cregan says goodbye to you too, his cool greyish eyes growing peculiarly warm, his steely exterior chipping away like flecks of old paint.

Aegon is last, the only person left in the room with you and Aemond. Grinning beneath sad eyes, he presses a hand to his heart, and then to yours, and then to your belly. Starboy, Stargirl, Starbaby. Then he says: “Do you want me to hide under your bed so they can’t kick me out when visiting hours end?”

You smile tiredly, exhausted and in pain, pain of the body and pain of the soul. “You have to go, Aegon. Thousands of screaming fangirls will be waiting for you at Arrowhead Stadium.”

He is stunned. “I can’t perform tonight, obviously.”

“Yes you can.”

“No, I definitely can’t.”

“You can,” you say. “You have to. And more than that, you want to. You’ll regret it if you don’t. You live for being Comet’s disaster playboy. I’m not going to take that away from you.”

And then Aegon whimpers: “You can’t leave me.”

“You’re leaving me first.” You beam up at him, caressing his sunburned face, threading your fingers through his disheveled hair. Aemond observes this with curiosity but no suspicion. “This isn’t goodbye, Aegon. I’ll see you again. You can add me to the long list of girls you FaceTime.”

He laughs. “Okay, Stargirl. Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“For more than a day, right?”

“For all of them. Forever.”

And then he’s gone, riding that elliptical orbit out into all the corners of the world that he will glow for: New Orleans, Miami, Rio de Janeiro, Sao Paulo, Bogota, Buenos Ares, Lima, Santiago.

Aemond swears to you: “I’m coming back.”

“I hope so.”

And he tilts up your chin and kisses you, tasting like smoke and dust and blood and desire, and it takes every atom of you, every string of muscle and rusty speck of bone marrow, not to crumble and beg him to stay. You are still at war with the part of you that wants to surrender as he stands and walks out of the room. He does not look back; he can’t without losing his nerve.

In the night, he returns to you, long after visiting hours have ended. Perhaps hundreds of millions of dollars have a way of making formalities disappear. He is only a silhouette in shadows like dawn, dusk, midnight. Aemond climbs into the hospital bed and catches you as you fold into him, whispering to you that everything will be alright, telling you how sorry he is, lulling you into a fitful sleep against his chest, his warmth, his heartbeat. And in the morning when you wake up alone, you wonder if any of it was real.

Did I dream that he was here? Did I dream that I ever met him at all?

But no, he has left you proof, something tangible, permanent. On the nightstand is Aemond’s small square vintage lighter; Targaryen is etched into one side. And there is something else too, a single piece of black paper with two sentences of starlight-colored ink:

I’m coming back.

I love you.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s October, and the leaves are turning from emerald to topaz, garnet, tiger’s eye. You carve pumpkins with your parents on their front porch. You bake apple crisps and sweet potato pies. You feed the pigs, brush the Australian cattle dogs, buy baby supplies with Aegon’s Amex Black Card. You decide to let the grad student and her Giant Flemish rabbit keep your apartment downtown until your lease is up in the spring. You’d rather be here on the farm, even when you’re not on bed rest anymore. You’d rather be home.

You listen to Comet Donati, The Script, Coldplay, One Direction. Rhaena and Baela mail you boxes of crochet comets and stars and planets for the baby’s room. Aegon mails you boxes of Comet’s new donut-themed merch. Now your dad sometimes tends to the beef cattle in boy band t-shirts. Aegon FaceTimes you two or three times a week, sends WhatsApp messages nearly every day. But you rarely talk about Aemond. It’s too painful, it’s too much of a temptation. You cannot imagine others seeing him, hearing him, speaking to him without needing to do it yourself in the same way that you need oxygen and gravity.

The week before Halloween, you begin spotting. You sob hysterically as your mom drives you to the hospital, convinced that you’re losing this baby too, that everything you touch is damaged and defenseless and doomed. You’re fine, as it turns out, and the baby’s fine too, but even after you’re back at the farm you can’t stop shaking, can’t stop imaging the wet heat of blood on your thighs.

You break down and call Aemond. And you talk for five hours until the sun rises, you in a rocking chair on your parents’ front porch, Aemond on a hotel balcony in Santiago, Chile in the shadow of the Andes Mountains. He says he’s working on something, but he’ll come back now if you ask him to, he’ll board the jet and land in Kansas City in time for supper at the farm, and you can hear the backsliding desperation in his voice: Please ask me to come back. Please just fucking ask me.

But it’s not time yet. He’s not ready, and you both know it. You agree not to call each other again until Aemond returns to you. If he returns to me. Neither of you can sleep for days afterwards. Neither of you can open the door a crack without the other rushing through.

One morning you shuffle downstairs in your Cookie Monster pajama pants and oversized NSYNC t-shirt to find your dad eating a heap of homemade pumpkin waffles in front of the television in the den. All five Australian cattle dogs are perched expectantly at his feet. “Them boys of yours are on Good Morning America.”

“What? Really?”

Yes, they are; they’re celebrating the conclusion of their record-breaking world tour and teasing a new album with an interview and two songs. You catch the end of the first one, their new single called Magic, during which the boys run haphazardly around the neon-lit studio, Jace tears off his donut-themed tank top in protest, and Aegon flubs no less than three lyrics.

Robin Roberts is saying: “Now stay tuned for a very special performance coming up next after a commercial break. We’ll be moving to our outdoor stage in Times Square where a sizeable crowd has formed, and we’ve been told that Comet has a surprise in store for us! What do you think it could be, George?”

“I don’t know, Robin,” George Stephanopoulos replies gamely. “But no matter what it is, I’m sure it will have all those young ladies out there screaming!”

Lara Spencer chuckles. “And not just the young ladies either. I’ve been known to attend Comet concerts on occasion.”

Robin says: “Oh no, Lara, are you a Cregan girlie?”

“Okay, yes, I confess, I am kind of a Cregan girlie…”

You get yourself a plate of pumpkin waffles and return just in time to see the camera panning over the crowd outside: shouting, cheering, waving posters and showcasing their homemade t-shirts.

Robin Roberts announces: “And now, with a cover of One Direction’s Through The Dark, here is the illustrious, incomparable, incredible Comet Donati!”

“No way,” you murmur, staring rapturously at the screen.

“You like that one?” your dad asks, tossing pieces of waffles to the dogs.

“It’s my favorite.” And Aemond knows that. I told him in Singapore.

The stage is empty as the first acoustic notes ring out. Then Daeron trots into view—radiant and cheerful in his donut merch—to sing the first lines:

“You tell me that you’re sad and lost your way

You tell me that your tears are here to stay,

But I know you’re only hiding

And I just wanna see you…”

Aegon appears next, clopping in his sparkly pink Crocs. He flips his hair around and winks mischieviously into the camera as he sings:

“You tell me that you’re hurt and you’re in pain

And I can see your head is held in shame,

But I just wanna see you smile again

See you smile again…”

And now the crowd is not just loud but deafening, and you’re so shocked the plate of pumpkin waffles tumbles out of your hands and onto the floor for the Australian cattle dogs to devour, because who bolts out onto the stage next is not Cregan or Luke or Jace but Aemond Targaryen, wearing Aegon’s beloved donut merch and his Adidas sneakers and his scar and blind eye bare for the world to witness. They don’t seem to take any notice of his maiming at all. They screech and hyperventilate and reach for him, awed, ecstatic, touching his outstretched fingertips and his sneakers like the relics of a saint. He is focused, perhaps nervous, but he is smiling. His voice is velvet-smooth and pitch-perfect.

“But don’t burn out

Even if you scream and shout,

It’ll come back to you

And I’ll be here for you…”

The others arrive, and now all six of them are singing the chorus in harmony as they traverse the stage, dodging each other’s chaotic spins and leaps, waving to the crowd, checking on Aemond with encouraging furtive grins and squeezes of his shoulders. Luke is beaming. Jace shoves Aemond playfully and almost gets flung off the stage in return.

“Oh I will carry you over

Fire and water for your love,

And I will hold you closer

Hope your heart is strong enough,

When the night is coming down on you

We will find a way through the dark.”

“Huh,” your dad says. “They ain’t no Johnny Cash, but they’re pretty good, I reckon. I thought Aemond wasn’t on stage much anymore.”

“He’s not.” And you smile wistfully as you watch him, right here with you and yet a world away, real and yet intangible, facts and myths and faith. “But now he knows he has a choice.”

On warm nights, you sit on the wraparound front porch and flick Aemond’s square metal lighter to life, shut it, ignite it again, a lonely golden spark in an ocean of darkness, a star in the night sky. And voices circle in your mind like satellites:

I think history is important.

Whoever you are when you’re in high school…that’s sort of who you are forever, you know?

I’ve never met anyone like you.

Aemond would want to be involved.

What the hell do I know about being a decent father?

Our father never cared about us.

It’s not just for me. It’s never been just for me.

“Please come back,” you whisper to the infinite emptiness of the universe, so softly you can barely hear yourself.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s November, and you are finally showing more than you can hide beneath hoodies and sweaters. The attendees of your parents’ Southern Baptist church—who glimpse you at Walmart or McDonald’s or Freddy’s Frozen Custard or 7-Eleven—gossip about you ceaselessly, venomously, with pity but no compassion. And your parents, who have been politely ignoring jibes about you for a decade, do more than just ignore it this time. They clear out their church mailbox and walk out the front door together and never go back. They’ve been shopping around for a new place of worship. Your mom says they might get really experimental and try out the Methodists.

Rhaena sends you pictures from her and Luke’s trip to the Mammoth Site in South Dakota. Baela has you on speakerphone when she tells Jace she wants to take a break. She’s completed two ballet school auditions already, and has scheduled two more; at least one acceptance seems imminent. You call Cregan to ask him how to prepare for parenthood. You call Criston to ask if he’d be willing to serve as a reference. He writes you a five-page recommendation letter and tells you prospective employers can contact him any time, day or night. You are hired as a therapist by the University of Missouri. For now, to accommodate your high-risk pregnancy and copious doctor’s appointments, it is a part-time remote position. Your parents are at last forced to get internet for the farmhouse. Your dad starts watching beef cattle raising tutorials on YouTube. And oddly, when you begin taking appointments with college students struggling with breakups or parental pressure or substance abuse, you don’t feel nervous at all. You feel like you’re doing exactly what you were made for.

One morning, you receive a WhatsApp message from Aegon: I wonder if bumblefuck Kansas has the Rolling Stone…

Missouri, you reply, and then you go to Walmart to check. Sure enough, there are numerous copies in the magazine aisle, and that’s a good thing, because a plethora of teenage girls are scrambling for them. Aemond is on the front cover, smiling faintly; his scar and cloudy blind eye are neither centered nor hidden. And he isn’t wearing black. His suit is a deep, lush green like jade, summer grass, ivy. The title reads: Aemond Targaryen is Out of Hiding.

You begin reading. He talks about exactly what happened at the Budokan. He talks about the label’s unilateral decision to excise him from the band. He talks about feeling lost, humiliated, pitied, ignored, unlovable. And then he shares what changed him. He says that he met with other survivors of facial trauma: soldiers, professional athletes, people involved in car and motorcycle accidents. He says that he sat down with half a dozen different therapists until he found one that he really liked. He chronicles the process of finding purpose again in a way that is truthful and inspirational and yet—to you, anyway—conspicuously vague. He is still somewhat involved with Comet’s songwriting and will likely perform with them once or twice per year, he wants to advocate for people living with disabilities like his…but what else? What else?

I think what I want people to know is that progress isn’t instant, and that nobody can do it alone, Aemond writes. I’m only where I am today because of the support of a lot of extraordinary people. I want to thank Comet Donati—Luke, Cregan, Aegon, Daeron, and Jace—as well as our tour manager Criston Cole, who is like a father us. I am immensely grateful to my mother Alicent and my sister Helaena. I am indebted to the fans for the unconditional love they have shown me.

But most of all, I owe my recovery to a therapist from the American Midwest. She can be a little pretentious sometimes, but we don’t fault her for that. She’s earned it. Thank you, Stargirl. I hope this planet is treating you well.

Smiling, glowing, you close the magazine, take it to the checkout counter, purchase it along with five KitKat bars. The baby can’t seem to get enough of them.

Two days later, you have another ultrasound done—your fourth—and at last you are able to give Aegon the answer he’s been zealously hounding you for. You message him on WhatsApp: You’re going to have a niece!

!!!!! he replies almost immediately. And then: Name her Aegonella.

Probably not!

As if you have any better ideas??

You share a few from your list: Celeste, Luna, Aurora, Halley…

Aemond literally just said Halley, Aegon types back. Like right before you did. And then: He’s very excited, omg, omggggggg it’s so cute. Thirty seconds later: Wish you were here :(

“Me too, Starboy,” you murmur as you sit on the couch in the den with Belmont sprawled across your lap. Then you send: I’m scared he’s not coming back.

He is, Aegon replies. He’s working on something. You’ll like it.

And you have to believe this, blindly, faithfully, trusting that something is real even when you can’t see it. You have no other choice.

You beg your dad not to slaughter any of the pigs for ham, and he reluctantly agrees. At Thanksgiving dinner, half the dishes on the table are vegan. You’re trying out new recipes. You jot down the ones you like best in a notebook Luke sent you: black pages, white ink.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s December, and there are stockings hung by the fireplace and a blanket of snow on the ground. You and your parents pick out a Christmas tree at a local farm, and your dad chops it down and throws it in the back of the Ford F-150. Inside your mom’s CD player in the kitchen spins David Archuleta’s Christmas album. As your bump grows, you keep running out of clothes that fit; Aegon is always happy to mail you more donut-themed merch. Thanks to his persistence, they stock nearly every size known to humans. Baela gets her acceptance letters. Aegon gets to make out with Taylor Swift in the Colosseum. They are photographed together in Rome by paparazzi one day and then never again. A week later he’s with Selena Gomez in Ibiza. A week after that he’s spotted with Camila Cabello in New York City. The wheel keeps turning, his route through the solar system long and meandering.

Emergency! Aegon texts you one afternoon as you’re sipping hot apple cider at the dining room table and assembling a 500-piece puzzle depicting the sinking of the Titanic.

You know better than to take him too seriously. You reply, in no hurry: ?

Aemond says I can’t hang out with Starbaby unless I stop taking so many drugs?!!?! Fascist?!??!?!?!

Hang out. Like they’ll be going to clubs and Crocs stores together. You grin and reply: I mean yeah, that sounds accurate.

Well fuck, Aegon says. Guess I better start doing those substance abuse education modules again!

On Christmas Eve morning, your parents are at their slightly-less-judgmental replacement church. You are trying out a new recipe in the kitchen: vegan snickerdoodles. The whole house smells like cinnamon and vanilla. Beyond the window over the sink, snow falls in fluffy white bundles like rumpled bedsheets, like clouds. The Australian cattle dogs follow you around hoping for dropped cookies, their claws clicking on the hardwood floor. David Archuleta is singing O Come, All Ye Faithful. You keep bumping into things; you forget how big you are. Your belly seems to grow by the day.

Your iPhone buzzes. It’s a WhatsApp message from Aegon that puzzles you: Hey, I promised I wouldn’t bother you guys for the first few days but I really need the Netflix password and he’s not answering my texts, rude, so could you ask him for it please??? And then a few seconds later: Please. I just really want to watch Grey’s Anatomy.

You stare at his message, not understanding. You reply: Ask who…?

After a moment, Aegon sends back: …Never mind :)

“Really?” you gasp to yourself in the hushed peace of the kitchen, not wanting to believe, not wanting to be disappointed. You peek out the window. Nothing.

You open Google and search Aemond Targaryen. One of the first results is an article from the Kansas City Star published one hour ago. The headline reads: Comet Donati Heartthrob Opens Farm Animal Rescue Outside of Kansas City.

“Oh my God.” You scroll madly, skimming the text. “Oh my God, oh my God.”

One of Aemond’s quotes reads: I wanted to go where the need is. A sanctuary like this in San Francisco or Boston wouldn’t be anything special, wouldn’t be as necessary. But here in Missouri, at the epicenter of industrial animal agriculture in the United States? There’s a lot of important work to be done here. There are a lot of lives I hope to be able to save. We’ve been purchasing animals from auctions and taking in others that have been seized from situations where they were abused or neglected. In addition to our own efforts, I’d like to help launch similar rescues throughout the Midwest, and increase public access to vegan alternatives…

There are photos of him posing with animals: a towering, scarred, ancient mule named Vhagar, a three-legged goat called Sunfyre. In all the pictures, Aemond is smiling. And here in the kitchen of your parents’ farmhouse, so are you. Without thinking, you reach back to touch your fingertips to the black-ink words beneath your Comet Donati crewneck sweatshirt. You hear the lyrics— I’ll come back for you if it kills me, Comets clip by again after eons and so can I—and you know them to be true like space, time, gravity, love.

You look out the window again and he’s here, speeding down the winding path of the driveway, snow dust streaming out behind his Gold Star like the tail of a comet.

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stayandot8 · 7 months

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Birthday Gifts

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Happy birthday Light of My Life 🥰 You have changed me and my life for the better and for that I will never be able to thank you. Tis short but sweet.

WC: 1.07k

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“Why is there a photocard of Seungmin in your phone?” I froze, stopping the packing process. My eyes went wide.

“Because he’s my…”

“Bias?” His tone was light, not upset at all. Chan rarely got truly upset. “Baby, why am I not your bias?” He was pouting, I could tell.

“I was told that your boyfriend can't be your bias!” I picked up one of his favorite sweatshirts to fold and drop it in his suitcase.

“Who told you that?” He started towards me, his toiletries bag forgotten in the bathroom and his hand outstretched so I could see what I already knew. I pretended I was busy picking out the rest of his clothes from his drawers to hear him. “Hey! Who told you your boyfriend couldn’t be your bias?!” He followed me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’ll tickle it out of you if I have to!”

“Nooo nononono! Okay, fine! Minho! It was Minho!” He didn’t let go. Instead he only tightened his grip on me as he hauled me over to his bed and threw me down.

“His bunny teeth are gonna get it when we get on the plane.”

“Don’t hurt him.” I swatted at him still behind me, laying with my back to his chest. The rumble of laughter was just the glue needed to put my soul back together again. I would need all the healing I could get since he wasn’t spending his birthday with me.

“You have no control over that.” He squeezed his arms around my middle and kissed the back of my head, burying his nose in my hair. “Did you change your shampoo? I like it.”

“Stop changing the subject. I mean it, don’t do anything to him. Now let me up so I can finish packing so you can have clothes to wear when you leave. I don’t think Seungmin can take you being naked all the time.”

“Caring so much about what Seungmin thinks now, are we?” He released me and I stood up and walked back over to his dresser, straightening my pajama shorts and top that he messed up.

“Lord, I won’t live this down, will I.” Shaking my head, I picked up a t-shirt and folded it the same as I did with his sweatshirt. He strode back to his bathroom and continued his own packing. “Hey, what movie should we watch tonight?”

“I dunno, whatever you want to watch is fine with me.”

“Libra man can’t decide, what a shocker. No sir, you’re choosing this movie, it’s your birthday tomorrow. You pick.”

“Ugghh fine. Something from Marvel then. Maybe the first Avengers movie?” He called from the bathroom, pausing and listening for my honest reaction. Lucky for him, I would’ve said yes to just about anything but this choice was actually a good one in my opinion.

“I’m down. Hurry up in there so I can brush my teeth and bury myself in your covers. Your suitcase is all packed.” He zipped up the small black bag and placed it on the outside pocket of the huge black suitcase.

“I’m done, I’m done.” I stuck my tongue out at him and he returned the favor, chuckling as I walked by.

“What time does your flight leave tomorrow?” I asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Eight AM.” I spit it out and rinsed. “I don’t have a lot to do on this trip though so I should be back soon.” I turned out the light and stood in the doorway, just watching him turn on his TV and flip through the choices until he found the one he wanted.

I thought this year would be the year that I convinced him not to work on his birthday. I had gotten close, but his drive had won out in the end. At least he was going with friends he didn’t get to see very often, even if it was the other kids. They wouldn’t let him work on his birthday. If I had to fly out there myself and throw his laptop out of the plane, he wouldn’t work on his birthday. I had half a mind to hide it in my closet at my house when he started asking for it, looking frazzled. I begrudgingly handed it over.

Next year, I thought. Next year, I’ll spend all day with him, no matter what. Nothing would stop me.

“Baby? Am I watching this movie by myself or are you coming to cuddle with me?” I rolled my eyes, my answer obvious. I practically leaped into his bed and shuffled over next to him as he pressed play. I made sure to check the clock on my phone before turning it over to the side, smirking to myself.

“Chris?” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I had something made. Let me go get it, hold on.” I scrambled back out of the safety of his blanket to my bag, pulling a small box out. He furrowed his eyes and pouted.

“I told you I didn’t want anything this year.”

“And if you thought I was going to listen, you really don’t know me.” He took the box from me as I climbed back in with him.

He pulled back the bow of the wrapping and slowly opened it to reveal a tiny golden heart pin with my initials on it.

“You can pin it to the inside of your sweatshirts. So you’ll always have my heart on your sleeve.” I took my time to look back up at his face, scared of what his reaction may be. I don’t know why, because he looked like he was going to cry.

“I-” He spoke softly. “Baby, I love it.”

“You do?” He nodded and pulled me in for a soft kiss.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever received. And I’ll make sure-” He pulled me in by my cheeks so he could look straight into my eyes. “To take the best care of it.” He kissed me again and placed the box next to his phone. “So I don’t forget to put it on first thing tomorrow.” When he turned back over, his hands found themselves anywhere but by his side. He squashed me into him until I didn’t think I’d be able to breathe, which had us in giggles as the movie started.

“Happy birthday, Chris.”

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed the top of my head once more. “Even if I’m not your bias, you’re still my favorite.” I clung tighter to him and he whispered in my ear. “And I’m so trading out Seungmin’s photocard for mine before I leave.”

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simpforchuchu · 6 months

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Hello! How are you? Can I please get some HCs for Nakagoshi meeting the reader when she's a volunteer nurse at the hospital he's at after the Three School Alliance attack, they start getting close and one day a man takes her hostage at the hospital and he lets her call one person, she tells Nakagoshi that she loves him and if things go bad, then please live a good life. She's fine but he's thinking the worst thing possible. Thanks, and as always if you're not comfortable, just tell me so!

One Last Chance | Nakagoshi x Nurse!reader

a/n: Hello, I’m struggling about writing too much these days but here it is🫡 It was really sad to write but i loved the idea 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: blood, gunshots, mostly angst

* The young girl did not know that that day, a young patient who came to the emergency service would change her life. She had seen many cases in this hospital where she worked as a volunteer nurse. But one of them had changed her completely.

* The patient, whom a young boy with blond dreadlocks was running after crying, was a young high school student like him.

* He had bleeding and brain trauma as a result of the damage to his head. And it looked serious.

* While the doctors were taking him in to check him, the young girl looked at his friend crying outside. The boy crying on the ground hurt her heart too.

* She filled a glass of water from the water dispenser on the side and handed it to the crying child. Although he was a little surprised, after a while she learned that the name of the boy who accepted the water and thanked her was Nakaoka and his friend's name was Nakagoshi.

* After some time, she witnessed the happiness in the young boy's eyes when the doctors said that there was no problem but that he would have to stay in the hospital for a while.

* According to his junior, he was injured to save his life. What a beautiful soul at this young age, the young girl thought.

* She continued her checks and care throughout the night. She was upset when she heard the other nurses talking about this kid as a delinquent. Yes, he looked like one, but she still thought he was a gentle soul.

* y/n took care of him while he was in the hospital. He was quiet, calm, gentle, but she could see the determination and maturity of an adult in his eyes.

* His bandaged hair looked pretty cute and even he smiled when he looked in the mirror.

* When his family saw that he was okay - after a long scolding - they left. Since she didn't want him to be alone, she would often visit his room and play card games with him.

* And she was sure that he was not the delinquent he seemed, but a very sweet person.

* Y/n was a young girl around the same age as him. Being friends wasn't that hard. But Nakagoshi was already starting to like her.

* He began to visit her frequently even after he was discharged. He brought her lunch, wanted to go out with her on her days off

* Ooki Nakagoshi felt like he had found his first true love.

* But he never had the courage to tell her.

* One day, when he came to the hospital to bring her lunch as usual, he saw police and a crowd in front of the building. When he asked with fear what was going on, he thought his heart stopped when he heard that some criminals had taken a nurse hostage.

* How long had she been inside? Or was she inside?

* He called. Nobody answered it. He called again. But there was no answer.

* When y/n called him back a few minutes later, he thought she was safe, smiled and picked up the phone.

* But he froze at the sound of her trembling voice.

* “Ooki, listen to me carefully. Please don't interrupt me, okay? They gave me a chance to say goodbye to someone..."

* Nakagoshi swallowed, no words came out of his mouth

* “I always wanted to tell you this, but it wasn't easy.. I love you. I really love you. You are my first love…. I told you, didn't I?” The young girl giggled. But Nakagoshi knew she was crying. “If things go bad, please. Please don't blame yourself. Live a good life. Love someone, marry and have kids. I will be watching you smiling.”

* A sob escaped Nakagoshi's lips. He had had many opportunities to tell her that he loved her. But he was a coward.

* Then a gunshot was heard. Nakagoshi dropped the phone in his hand to the ground. At that moment, without thinking, he passed through the crowd and ran inside.

* Even though the police inside wanted to stop him, they couldn't. He ran upstairs and saw someone covered in blood on the floor. And that a police officer was holding a young girl.

* He stared at her for a few seconds in shock. When Y/n turned her head and saw the young boy staring at her, she could no longer hold back the sobs she had been holding back for a while.

* When she started sobbing, Nakagoshi ran over and hugged her. He hugged her so tightly that y/n thought her bones would break.

* "I love you. I love you more than everything. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this before. I love you so much."

* The young girl knew that the owner of the arms hugging her tightly was also crying. But they both didn't care. This was a new chance for them...

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littlespacereader · 5 months

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Hi!! I’m a big fan of your writing (my favorite so far is the OFMD one, I’m so excited for an update!) I was wondering if I could request a Stede and Black Beard comfort fic, maybe little reader gets scared after a fight or something? Lots of tears and extra comfort from the two best guys 🖤 thank you!

Listen, college has been killing me so I’ve only watched the first three episodes of Season Two (no spoilers please) so with that I’m gonna write this fic similar to my fic on AO3. (Aka everything is fine, the crew is all together and Stede and Ed are together🥰) I am honored you love my fic on AO3! I promise once things settle down a bit I will get back to writing it! For now I would be honored to write this request! I absolutely love me a hurt and comfort fic! Especially with Stede and Ed!! Ahhhh!!! Plus to change it up from my fic on AO3 I made Izzy a Little with the Reader! I love the big brother vibes he has with the crew on the show. I hope you like fluff because this fic has all the cuteness! So please enjoy!! Thank you for the request! 💞💞💞

A Big Brother Solution 🏴‍☠️

Caregiver!Stede Bonnet, Caregiver! Blackbeard, Big Brother Little!Izzy Hands & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Nicknames - Darling, sweetheart, little sweetheart, little one, cuddle bug, Papa for Ed, Dad/Dadee for Stede, Israel & Iz for Izzy,

Tags - accident, hurt/comfort, Izzy’s a Little too, hugs, forehead kisses, cuddles, story time, play fighting, sibling dynamics.

It was a beautiful day in the bays of a local island. The ocean rested calm against the boat with its beautiful turquoise color. The Revenge was docked off the coast of the island with most of her crew off to explore the island and its shops.

Aboard the Revenge is her Captains of course, Stede and Ed, as well as their two Littles Izzy and Y/N.

It had been an interesting story how the four had met. Y/N is Stede’s Little before he had met Ed and Izzy. They had left it all to pursue their shared dream of being pirates! Then they had met Blackbeard and Izzy during a crazy battle. Little did they know their four worlds would be changed forever.

Ed and Stede fell in love meaning Y/N and Izzy became sibling Littles, which at first was a bit rocky. The two come from different worlds, both have different headspaces and both are very different people.

They fought and they argued often. But strangely, after Stede and Ed sent them on a friendship mission to get fruit on a random island, when they returned…they were the best of friends. (A fic for another day possibly👀)

Stede and Ed never questioned, just happy to see their Littles were close to one another. Izzy was proud to be Y/N big brother. He liked showing them the ropes of pirating as well as being the protective older sibling.

Y/N enjoyed being the younger sibling too. They learned a lot of things following Izzy along. Plus they taught Izzy a thing or two, like it was okay to accept comfort and to let himself be vulnerable around them and their Caregivers.

And in return Stede and Ed became the two’s permanent Caregivers. Ed took on the title of Papa for both Littles. Stede took on the tittle of Dadee with Y/N, and Dad with Izzy. Both nicknames being chosen by their Littles of course.

Today with most of the crew off-ship, the Littles has a chance to really let loose and play around the ship without causing trouble for anyone else.

Ed and Stede sat on the main deck drinking tea and watched as Y/N and Izzy ran around playing sword fight with one another. Ed recently bought the two wooden swords. That way they didn’t seriously hurt one another when regressed.

“This is my ship and you’re trespassing!” Izzy yelled as he held his sword towards Y/N.

“I’m the new owner of this ship! So it is you who is trust-passing.” Y/N yelled back.

“It’s trespassing darling.” Stede helped.

“Oh, right. It’s you who’s tres-pass-ing!” Y/N corrected, taking the time to carefully say it properly.

Stede and Ed couldn’t help but smile at their Littles who ran around the ship giggling and clinking sword together.

“Me and my first mate Papa found this ship far and square.” Y/N ran over and pulled Ed arm. Ed gladly played along, putting his tea cup down and standing beside Y/N.

“That’s right, we found this ship first.” Ed smirked.

“Oh yeah?” Izzy then joined in the fun, pulling on Stede’s arm to join him. “Well my first mate said we saw this ship first so it’s ours.”

Stede happily joined in the fun. Putting his tea cup down and standing beside Izzy with his hands on his hip. “That’s right, my captain here found this ship before anyone else. And I was there to see it.”

“There! That otta sort things out. So if you’re on our ship uninvited then you’re our prisoners!” Izzy leaned against the side railing of the ship.

“Not too close to the edge of the ship Iz.” Ed called out.

While Izzy was distracted with what their Papa was saying, Y/N took off to another part of the ship.

When Izzy realized Y/N had disappeared he stomped his foot, “Damnit!”

“Izzy! Language!” Both Ed and Stede corrected.

Izzy muttered a small apology and quickly hid his eye roll before he took off on the hunt for Y/N.

He checked the ships kitchen, no Y/N. He checked their shared bedroom, no Y/N. He even checked the captain’s quarters, no Y/N.

Now Izzy was getting frustrated. Their game wasn’t hide and seek! It was sword fighting!! He was the oldest, he chooses the game!

Just as he was about to check another area of the ship when he noticed the bathroom door slightly open. He inched his way over, planning to jump in and scare Y/N, but the bathroom was empty.

But inside was a clue to what might’ve happened. On the wooden floor sat a puddle next to the toilet. Izzy sighed, his frustration leaving him and being replaced with worry for his sibling.

He followed on, looking to the top deck where the ship’s wheel was. There sitting in a ball was Y/N, softly crying to themselves.

Izzy put his sword down and made his way over to his sibling. “Y/N, it’s alright. It’s just an accident.”

To be honest he didn’t understand why they were upset to begin with. Their headspace was younger than his so he knew they were prone to accidents from time to time. Izzy himself never teased or made fun of it, knowing that he himself had an accidents on the occasion.

“It’s not just an accident Iz. I was supposed to be big today.” They turned around and faced him. “I told Papa I wanted to be big like you today and that I didn’t need to wear protection. But I couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time.”

Izzy listened on, taking a seat on the floor across from Y/N. “You know Papa and Dad won’t be mad or disappointed in you for having an accident. They see it all the time. I’m sure they’ll-.”

“No! I don’t want them to know.” Y/N casted their eyes down.

Izzy sat back a bit, looking at Y/N confused. Their light brown pants were now a darker shade of brown around their inner legs. Anyone could clearly take one look at them and see that they had an accident.

“Well…it’s going to be a bit hard to hide this.”

“What am I going to do Izzy? Do you have any ideas?”

Izzy was about to say no, but then an idea popped into his head, a rather crazy but workable idea.

He quickly stood up, “I have an idea, but you’re going to have to trust me on this one.” He held his hand out for Y/N to take.

Y/N looked at him quizzically, sure they trusted him…but they didn’t trust the look in his eye at the moment. Regardless they took his hand, “I trust you.”

Izzy smirked, “Good, now follow my lead.”

He led them over to the side of the ship. There he picked them up and sat them on the railing. With a quick glance to Papa and Dad making sure they weren’t paying attention, he continued on.

“Izzy…what’s the idea you had in mind?” Y/N asked after a moment, still patiently sitting on the railing.

“Well I was thinking, how can they see your accident if you’re soaking wet all over? CATCH!”

Before the idea had even had a change to click into Y/N’s head, Izzy threw a sack of potatoes towards them. Y/N caught the potato’s but the momentum threw them off and sent them overboard, splashing into the water below.

Ed and Stede stood up and rush to the side of the ship as Y/N lifted their head from under the water.

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!” Stede quickly yelled out.

Y/N nodded their head, “I think I’m okay Dadee.” They called back up.

“Oh no! I’ll save them!” Izzy called out from the top deck.

Before Ed or Stede even had a chance to let out a single word against it, Izzy had thrown his sword, boots and gloves off to the side and jumped over the railing into the water below.

But his heroics were met with an angry Y/N who splashed and pushed him in the water. “Are you kidding me? Throwing me overboard?! Are you crazy?!”

“I think a thank you is in order! After all I fixed your problem.”

“By knocking me overboard?!”

“Are your pants wet?”

“MY WHOLE BODY IS WET!”

“See? No accident in sight. You’re wel-.” Izzy was interrupted to a mouth full of sea water as Y/N splashed him.

“You could have just dumped a bucket on me!”

“If you had all the brilliant ideas then why did you ask me?”

“Because I didn’t have any ideas of my own but I didn’t think your idea would involve me getting thrown overboard!”

SPLASH!

Right between the two of them splashed Ed, who jumped into the water after the Littles.

“Papa!” Y/N said swimming over to him, Izzy not far behind.

“No need to worry. Papa’s come to get his little trouble makers,” Ed joked, “Come on you two, Dad’s putting the ladder down for us any second now.”

Right on schedule Stede threw the ladder over the side of the ship for the three of them to climb. Ed helped Izzy first, then he helped Y/N, before climbing up himself.

Once on the desk Stede wrapped Izzy, then Y/N in nice warm towels. Truth be told, the water was nice and warm but with the fall weather the air had a cold crisp to it.

Y/N was shivering, wrapped tightly in their towel. Izzy was trying to play it off but Stede could see right through the act.

Soon Ed climb aboard and grabbed the last towel from Stede.

“We’re going to have a chat about what happened. But first I want you two dry before you catch a cold.”

With Izzy’s hand in one and Y/N’s in the other, Stede led the two Little’s into the captain’s quarters to be taken care of. Ed followed along, drying his hair with the towel.

“Now you two wait here while I gather your things.” Stede placed a towel on the ground infront of the fireplace. He had them sit while he grabbed some supplies for the two of them.

Ed stayed behind, helping the two start drying their hair while they waited for Stede’s return. “Alright you little rascals. Let Papa dry your hair.”

The only thing is, Ed is a bit rough when it comes to drying their hair so Izzy and Y/N were trying to squirm away.

Ed chuckled, “Come on! Stay still!”

Stede popped into the Little’s room to grab them some fresh dry clothes. Instead of regular clothing he decided upon pajamas for the both of them, hoping the soft textures will be enough to entice them to take an afternoon nap.

With arms full of clothing he started to make his way back to the cabin when he noticed the bathroom door open. He shook his head, no one on this ship remembers to close the bathroom door.

But when he went to close the door, something caught his eye inside the bathroom. Then suddenly the accidental overboard business was starting to make sense.

Stede grabbed a mop and quickly tidied the mess up before closing the door. With another pit stop at the Little’s room once more for an extra item or two, he made his way back to his room.

Sitting on the couch were his now less damp Littles and his husband, trying his best to get the fussy Littles all cleaned up.

“Alright everyone, I come barring dry clothes for the two of you. But before we get you two changed, what exactly happen?”

Y/N and Izzy froze. They looked at each other worried.

Stede continued on, “One moment you were playing swords and the next Y/N was falling overboard. How did this happen?”

Izzy cooled his features. With a look of I’ve got this to Y/N, he started to explain, “You see, Y/N and I were playing but then we got tired of that game. So we started playing catch. Y/N sat on the railing as I would throw things back and forth to them. But I overthrew a sack of potatoes and when they grabbed it the weight of the sack sent them flying off the ship.”

Stede looked confuses, “You threw them a sack of potatoes to catch?”

Izzy shrugged, “I thought they could catch it.”

Stede crossed his arms and shook his head, “Izzy, you know that was too heavy for Y/N to catch. Roach is going to be very disappointed his sack of potatoes is at the bottom of the sea too.”

Ed crossed his arm and looked at me, “And Y/N, you know the rules. You’re not allowed to sit on the railing under any circumstances. It’s too dangerous and this just proves it.”

Tears started to collect in Y/N’s eyes. They didn’t want to be in trouble, but they didn’t want Izzy to get in trouble with the truth out. So they nodded their head and wipes their tears away, “I forgot Papa. I’m sorry.”

Ed always tries to be the tough one, but seeing Izzy or Y/N upset crumbles him to the ground. “Awwww, it’s alright Y/N. There’s no need to be upset. I think this whole situation is enough of a lesson as to why we don’t sit on the railings, right?”

Y/N sniffed and nodded their head. “Never again.”

Stede decided to step in, “Ed, could you take Izzy’s clothes and help him get changed in our bathroom? I’ll help Y/N get changed out here.”

Ed nodded, having a sense of what Stede was doing. They both needed a little moment away for some added comfort. So he took Izzy’s hand and led him off to the bathroom.

Once alone with Y/N, Stede leaned forward and wiped their tears away. “There, there, darling. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.” Stede both said and asked. Y/N nodded before Stede started to help them.

The lie started to eat away at Y/N. Before Stede even had a chance of asking about the accident, they spoke up.

“I’m sorry Dadee.”

“Sorry about what?” He asked as he continued.

“Izzy is just covering up for me. Everything he said was true…but he purposely threw the potatoes at me so I would fall into the ocean. I asked him to.”

Stede stopped and looked at Y/N confused for a moment. But then the final piece of the puzzle set into place.

Stede nodded with a hum, “Would that be because a certain someone had an accident?”

Y/N didn’t say a word, just nodded their head as tears began to fall.

“Oh darling, there no need to be upset. Papa and I would never be upset with you over an accident.” Stede tried to reassure.

“It’s my fault! I told Papa I didn’t need to wear protection this morning because I wanted to be big like Izzy. But I’m not!” Y/N cried out.

“Y/N, Papa wouldn’t have been upset if you had an accident today. What did I tell you before we met Izzy?”

Y/N sniffed and wiped a couple of tears away, “I don’t remember.”

“I said not to compare your headspace to his. He is a lot older than you. But that doesn’t mean he’s any better or worse than you. It just means his needs are going to be different from your needs and that’s okay.”

“It’s okay if you have accident and need to wear protection. Papa and I are well prepared and are happy to accommodate your needs, just as we do for Izzy.” Stede explained.

“So you’re not mad?” Y/N shyly asked.

“No of course I’m not mad, only worried. I don’t want you to feel as though you need to hide away every time you have an accident. From now on I want you to find Papa or I right away. Understood?”

Y/N nodded their head, the relief starting to show in their face.

“Good. Now I leave it to you, would you like to wear a little bit of extra protection for the rest of today or would you prefer not to?” Stede asked. “I won’t judge you, norwill anyone on this ship. It’s not about what everyone else needs, it’s about what you need.”

“Could…could I wear a pull-up…just incase.” Y/N asked, a bit shy.

Stede nodded, “Of course, just incase.” He winked.

Stede helped Y/N finish getting changed. Once dressed in their pajamas, he lifted them up into his arms and held them in a tight hug.

“I adore you more than all the grains of sand in the ocean or all the fish in the sea.”

Y/N held Stede tightly, “I love you too Dadee. Thank you.”

Stede chucked, “You never need to thank me darling. I’m happy to be here for you and so is Papa.”

The two stayed like that, just having a nice moment together. Stede held Y/N tightly in his arms, rocking and swaying them back and forth. There nothing Stede loved more than holding his little one close. Well, second only to Ed.

And speaking of him…

Ed and Izzy emerged from the bathroom soon after. Izzy held Ed’s hand and stuck close to him, dressed in pajama with Ed dressed in more comfortable clothes too.

“I tried to convince this one that we were all taking a nap, but someone doesn’t believe me.”

“We can’t all take a nap. Who would watch the ship?! Plus I’m not even tirreeedddd.” Izzy dramatically said.

“Israel,” Stede called out, “The ship will be fine. You and Y/N could use a little rest before everyone gets back before dinner.”

“Could you…read us a book Dad?” Izzy shyly asked Stede.

Stede’s face lit up to the request, “Of course I can. Why don’t you help me pick a book while Papa gets the bed ready for all of us?”

Izzy happily nodded along before darting to the mini library on the other side of the room. Stede traded off Y/N from his arms to Ed’s, who happily accepted the sleepy Little.

“Papa!” Y/N happily said, wrapping their arms around him.

“My little sweetheart. You ready for a little nap?” Ed said, rocking them the same way Stede bad before.

“Yeah,” They said with a yawn, “Papa cuddle?” Truth be told Ed had some of the best cuddles.

Ed chuckled, “Of course sweetheart. Where would I be without my little cuddle bug?”

While Stede and Izzy went through the library looked for the absolute best story, Ed and Y/N got comfortable in bed cuddling together. But Y/N sat up for a moment.

“Papa…Izzy was just covering up for me today. I just didn’t want you to know I had an accident after trying to be big. I’m sorry I lied to you.”

Ed chuckle a little, “I figured as much. That sounds like Izzy.”

But then he shook his head, “There’s no need to be sorry. You know I don’t care about something as little as an accident. I’ll love you the same way whether you have one or a thousand accidents. I would be lost without my little cuddle bug.”

With a kiss to the top of their head, everything felt right in the world again. Y/N cuddles closer to Ed. His arm wrapped around their shoulders, their head placed gently on his chest. It really was the truth, he always gives the best cuddles.

The rest of the afternoon went peacefully for the four. All of them cuddled together in their big bed listening as Stede read one of his fairy tale novels.

Within two minutes, Y/N was asleep against Ed, satisfied and comfortable being their own Little with their own headspace. Izzy, despite not being tired, fell asleep half way through the story, cuddled close to Stede.

Stede looked over at Ed and Ed looked over at Stede as their Littles slept. They just smirked and shook their heads.

“Did Izzy tell you the truth?” Stede whispered.

“Oh yeah. While we were getting changed he told me what really went on. How about you?”

“Y/N has never been good at lying, especially when regressed and especially when it’s with the two of us.”

Again the two shook their heads. They truly loved their troublemakers through and throughout. They would change a thing about them, loving them just the way they were.

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morallyinept · 17 days

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Going anon because I don’t want you to focus on who sent you this (although I’m sure something I’ll say might give me away <3), but rather, I want you to focus in on your amazing self.

Something I like to do in my daily practice is write down a few things of what made me most happy that day… but for purposes of this, I’d like you to tell me which fic (can be multiple) that you wrote makes you the most happy!

Ignore the notes, ignore the traction — which fic of yours makes you the most happy and warm and all the good feelings, and give an explanation (however long you want) as to why🩶

A lot of times, especially in a world like this where the internet and other’s creativity is so accessible, we forget to give our own selves the credit we deserve. This is my way of sprinkling around that little bit of gratitude.

I hope you have a beautiful day wherever you are.

Endless love🌙

Lovely Non! 🖤🥹

Been racking my brains as to who this might be and I'm genuinely stumped, so well done! Haha! 😆

Okay, I thought long and hard about this, and there are a few that come to mind, but I did pick one overall:

Heyday Hero This is probably the one that makes me the most happiest.

Pedro at the Emmy's inspired this. So distinguished and handsome, and one of my favourite looks on him to date. I saw the pics and instantly saw a Mature Marcus Moreno. And then I got to thinking about Marcus' life after retiring from the Heroics, and this story was born. I had so much joy writing this, so much. Like, I can't even put into words how easy it was to write - it just flowed - Marcus ran the show, and that rarely happens.

And Marcus hadn't really been on my radar much either, I mean I'd certainly seen the film and such, but he was kinda low on my Pedro Boy ranking. But I just fell for him big time in this story. 😍

A Cup Of Love Soft Dieter in love has my heart.

Listen. Dieter is such an underrated character of Pedro's. And everyone's version of him is so different, which I love and enjoy. Some of my favourite stories in this fandom are Dieter ones. I love his chaos, but I also love a much softer Dieter. A Dieter that I can sink my teeth into and really get under his skin and into his mind. And A Cup Of Love Dieter is such a joy and makes me so happy.

I have to shout out Adrift With You, of course.

This is a story very close to my heart. It's something I wrote a long, long time ago, and re-worked for Frankie. He's the perfect Pedro Boy for this story, and I knew when I started sharing my writing in the fandom I wanted him for this.

It's the first completed story I've ever felt really proud of, and despite it being quite heavy with the genre and angst, it's a story that brings me so much joy. And to see people interact with this each week, the cliffhangers, the sadness, the moments of joy, is just stunning.

And finally, I'm completely besotted with my Helianthus Ezra. 😍

I love flowers. I love Ezra. The two combined are even better.

Prospect is genuinely one of my top 5 favourite films of all time. I can watch it endlessly and never grow bored. And I adore how Ezra is in this story, how soft and gentle he is, but also harbours that dark, edgy side we all know and enjoy. He's such a multi-faceted character. When you think you have him figured out, he does something else to throw you off and I love that. He's such a joy to write and I have more to come for him, because it's an absolute pleasure to write for such a character.

I think, if I had to narrow it down and pick only one absolute favourite of these four only, I would probably say Heyday Hero.

Yes, Marcus. You.

This was such a lovely Ask, thank you. 🥰 You're right, we spend so much time cheering others on that we forget about ourselves sometimes, so this was lovely to spend a few minutes recapping on some of my writing and stories that make me happy.

Thank you so much, lovely Non. Love you! 🖤

#jett's asks #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales #ezra prospect #marcus moreno #dieter bravo #this was so lovely

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kristiemewisstan · 12 days

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The Tortured Poets Department Unhinged First Listen Review:

Fortnight-

NEEDS MORE POSTY, we love a “I wanna kill her”, this one MIGHT BE about Matty Healy lol “I touched you for only a fortnight”

The Tortured Poets Department-

“WHO USES TYPEWRITERS ANYWAY” YOU BITCH ITS YOU LOL, Charlie Puth name drop 🤨 oh god so many name drops, THIS BRIDGE, not the wedding ring…

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys-

THERE WAS A LITANY OF REASONS WHY WE SHOULDVE PLAYED FOR KEEPS THIS TIME my jaw literally dropped the entire last verse

Down Bad-

“Everything comes up teenage petulance” this one is cringy but in a way I love, Taylor Is Very Much A Down Bad Girlie

So Long, London-

this song is tachycardic I PROMISE I MADE THIS JOKE BEFORE “STOPPED CPR”, two graves one gun I SWORE THAT YOU LOVED ME BUT WHERE WAS THE CLUES damn she’s really sad to lose London huh

But Daddy I Love Him-

this would have a cool music video “she’s was chaos he was revelry” this is if red and the 1975 had a child that’s the vibe

Fresh Out the Slammer-

Okay so this is the “I just realized how bad this relationship truly was and thank god I’m out of it”, okay the weird slow down stuff wasn’t my favorite thing

Florida!!!-

I’m cackling, THE FLORENCE VERSE IS SO GOOD I think that this is just a Florence and the machine song it sounds so like them

Guilty as Sin?-

Okay this is the first one I’ve been like “oooooo I really like this one” “what if I roll the stone away, they’re gonna crucify me anyway” DAMN some religious imagery will always get me right in the trauma

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?-

This one has a lot of the brain scratching pauses “don’t you worry folks we took out all her teeth” oof this song is just really angry

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)-

Cowboy Like Me but they don’t end up happy, okay “good boy” made me giggle so apparently in a 12 year old boy

loml-

PIANO! WANT IVE WANTED THE WHOLE TIME “still alive, killin time at the cemetery, never quite buried” I’m getting a gun and flying to London, I swear “TALKING RINGS AND TALKING CRADLES 🤨” JOE ALWYN FOUND DEAD IN A DITCH “THE LOSS OF MY LOVE” COUNT YOUR DAYS JOSEPH 💀, this should’ve been track 5

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart-

hello production that is giving Barbie movie/80s vibes, this is the first one I’m certain was written recently like it was definitely written on tour, the peppy “cause I’m miserable!” Hurt Me but also same

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived-

THE BREATH ahhhhh PIANO! “I don’t even want you back I just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal” okay back half of the album is eating, THE PICKUP, SPEAK NOW VIBES BUT MOM IS OLDER AND MADDER

The Alchemy-

ok ok ok “I circled you on a map I haven’t come around in so long but I’m coming back so strong” fucking meant,👌 touchdown mention lmao, okay this is SO ABOUT TRAVIS 🥹🥰

Clara Bow-

Best production on the album in the first 10 seconds, BEAUTY IS THE BEAST THAT ROSE, WAIT WHAT????? “You look like Taylor Swift” yeah queen because you are lol, It’s so people can make the audio of her singing all the album names lmao

First Overall Listen- 7/10

I was getting nervous in the front half but the back half more than made up for it

The vibe was just off at the start and honestly that’s probably a me thing and will get better with further listens

The lyrics were amazing as always

Production was okay, some of the songs were perfect and some had me going 🤨

Charlie Puth

Top 3 in no particular order (apparently I like songs that hurt me):

Guilty as Sin?

loml

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

#the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylorswift #taylor swift #okay so like I kinda |didn’t like| it for the front half #and then Guilty as Sin?#and the album began eating

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I can’t listen to bad romance by lady gaga without thinking of Grelle and it’s becoming a problem so I’m writing out what my mind keeps making me think about when I hear it (specifically the part in french bc Grelle knows french and is french on her mother’s side bc I say so). I might continue to make these impromptu posts a thing so here’s Grelle scenarios I think about part 1

TW: mentions of alcohol

- So we’re gonna start by establishing the fact that there are reaper-only bars/clubs. Most of them are open to both retired and active reapers, but there are ones that are only for each group respectively if a reaper prefers to only be around those in or out of the profession. There are also LGBT specific ones, though the vast majority are LGBT friendly spaces anyways.

- You and Grelle had known each other for a while after getting paired together for collections and frequent little chats around the office. Throughout this time, you’ve developed a nice crush on the lady in red which she suspects but doesn’t push besides her general flirting not wanting to ruin the friendship y’all have in case she’s wrong. But Grelle’s intuition tends to not be wrong and you are, in fact, head over red and black heeled boots for her.

- Grelle likes to go to the club sometimes you know just to let loose a little and have some drinks, especially after stressful days. Usually, her target as company for these nights is none other than our dear Ronnie but tonight he’s a little busier than usual and so Grelle’s options are to go alone or pester someone else enough to get them to come with her. Naturally, she chooses the second option. The only question now was who?

- She could have gone to William or Othello (William is a tough nut to crack, but sometimes he cracks nonetheless and Othello is definitely a fun drunk who can’t handle his alcohol after two hours max) but after running into you in the hallway, she got ideas.

- “Oh come on, I can’t even begin to remember the last time we hung out together that wasn’t for work reasons.” is what she’ll tell you. She gives you the puppy eyes, calls you every pet name she can think of, and even offers to buy you lunches for the next week. When you agree she does little happy jumps and hugs you and tells you that she’ll pick you up later that night.

- It’s later that night and she’s there and she brings you to the place and you know you get some drinks and now you have the influence of alcohol in your system and oh dear here we are now to the part that’s always in my head.

- So The Song comes on and let’s say that you guys are already dancing okay that’ll make things easier and you know that Grelle knows french and you know that there’s a part in french and so with a surge of confidence when The Part comes on you just fully pull her into you (and move her head down if you’re shorter) by the waist and whisper the part into her ear and she’s just all hafshdgadgaldg basically

- Congratulations, you’ve successfully flustered Grelle and now she definitely knows that you like her but it’s all good because she likes you too and now she is down to fuck cuddle you very nicely 🥰

- But in all honesty, she takes this as a “yeah they’re getting a little too drunk it’s time to go home” and she stays over to take care of you (it doesn’t matter if you’re good at holding your alcohol or not, she’s staying) and in the morning she finally starts the conversation about it and y’all confess and it’s all thanks to Lady Gaga and a spur of confidence

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critter-rarepair-reccs · 1 month

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Hey friends, happy Wednesday! Today we are highlighting our dearly beloved Voice of the Tempest, Keyleth! We have six fics featuring various rarepairs including her! As always, you can find them below the cut and if you check any of them out, I encourage you to leave kudoes and comments to spread the rarepair love ��

tell me what you need (oh, you look so free) by ladyofrosefire (5,348 words, Explicit) Pairing: Zahra Hydris/Keyleth (Zahraleth) Warnings: CNC scene where the negotiation occurs largely off screen.

Keyleth goes to Zahra with a request—to be taken out of her head, down, and apart. And to not have to say what she wants.

Reccer Says: It has both excellent characterization and understandable choreography where no one suddenly grows a third hand.

Can You Squeeze Us in Somewhere? by Star_Joy (828 words, General) Pairings: Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Vaxlethmore), Queerplatonic Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth Warnings: None

Vax and Keyleth get back to Emon after an adventure and are utterly exhausted. Luckily, they have Gilmore to turn to for rest.

Reccer Says: It’s sooooo cute. Just lovely fluffy goodness. Also very fun to see Gilmore and Keyleth as queerplatonic partners within this ot3!!

Let It Build by wtgw (5,946 words, Explicit) Pairing: Keyleth/Grog Strongjaw (Grogleth) Warnings: Mild Blood, Under-negotiated Kink

Grog helps Keyleth manage her anger issues. Friendly violence and violent sex ensues — it’s not romantic, it’s just helping a friend out!

Reccer Says: It was surprisingly emotional and sweet, and the descriptions of how angry Keyleth was were almost scary! also aromantic4demisexual friend sex!

i'll be there for you by romeoandjulietyouwish (1,357 words, General) Pairings: Queerplatonic Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth, Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Vaxlethmore) Warnings: None

While out one night, someone starts following Keyleth. She takes refuge at Gilmore’s. Cuddling and comfort ensue.

Reccer Says: While it’s not tagged as such, Shaun and Kiki are really the focus here and they’re so sweet. Shaun’s so full of love, I adore him. Also the three of them all together at the end is very cute 🥰

Broken; Unbidden; Unearthed: Love in the Limelight by marleybone (7,036 words, Mature) Pairing: Keyleth/Vex'ahlia (Vexleth) Warnings: Allusions to a past abusive relationship

Vex is an actress, Keyleth is a model. Vex sees her at a runaway show one night, is infatuated, and things spiral out from there.

Reccer Says: okay LISTEN, Keyleth hasn’t really technically shown up yet and it’s been a minute since an update but what’s there is So Good regardless. The depth of worldbuilding in the three chapters up is so good and the banter between Vex and the supporting cast is amazing. Also it being a memoir from Vex’s POV, written by Tary, about her and Keyleth’s love story? Genius, I’m obsessed and desperately craving more.

steady your breath, honey, lower your spear by friendly_ficus (6,020 words, Teen) Pairing: Keyleth/Grog Strongjaw (Grogleth) Warnings: Grief/Mourning

Keyleth isn't coping well in the aftermath of the fight against Vecna--and losing Vax. She's angry and eager to pick fights wherever she can, regardless of if she gets hurt doing it. When Grog realizes this, he offers to fight with her himself. Neither of them expected any feelings to grow from it, until, of course, they did.

Reccer Says: An exceptionally characterized and written piece, it's stuck with me even years after first reading it. It approaches the Keyleth/Grog relationship with such believability and tenderness, not to mention dealing with Keyleth's grief and the complex process of having feeling for someone after loss. An all around fantastic piece.

Thank you for joining us this week’s recc list! All the love to everyone who submitted a fic 💕 All enclosed recommendations were submitted by the community via our submissions form, which you can find here. All fic information is as it was provided by the reccer, so it may not be accurate to the author’s intent or the precise contents of the fic itself. Please assume good intent from all parties 💕

Submissions for next week’s list are already open! We’ll be featuring Polyamorous Ships. If you have any you’d like to highlight, you can send them in here. The week after that, the theme is Enemies to Lovers and the weeks after that we’re taking recommendations for Miscommunication fics and Works in Progress! Submissions for all of these themes are currently open.

If you want more rarepair fic, check out @cr-summer-wildflowers and their event collections on ao3! If you want some friendship after all this romance, take a look at @critter-genfic-events and their recc lists! And if you’re interested in everyone’s favorite wizards, you can’t go wrong with the lists at @aeor-is-for-reccing !

Thanks all and have a lovely day/night/timezone! 💕

#critter rarepair recc lists #zahraleth #vaxlethmore #gilmore x keyleth #grogleth #vexleth #critical role #cr fanfic #keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari

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marmixedwithabitofintellect · 2 years

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The Story of You

There is someone very special I want you guys to meet 🥰🤍

I listened to these songs while writing, I would definitely recommend listening while reading:

Apple

(I'm sorry that one of the songs is a remix, here's the link to the slow version)

Spotify

Part 19: I've Been Waiting For You

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

New York, New York. 1:00 AM

The urge to pee woke me up from my sleep, I turned to see what time is it and smiled, I placed a hand on my bump and whispered, “Happy due date bunny”, I got out bed and waddled to the bathroom, I heard the shower on the guest room which I guess meant Harry was back.

I left the door ajar and while walking the few meters left to the toilet I stopped in my tracks when I felt a pop and some water come out, shit. I screamed for Harry, who appeared beside me in a few seconds, “Baby, what’s wrong?”, I was looking at the floor, hands on my belly and shuddering breaths leaving my mouth, “Baby please”, he walked to her and when he kissed my temple, I was pulled out from my thoughts and could answer to him

“Harry… my water just broke”, he stood up straighter next to me, “What? Are you sure?”, I sniffled before he tilted my head so I could see him, “Hey, deep breaths, okay?”, we started breathing together until I felt my shoulders fall and closed my eyes, “Thank you”, he nodded, “Okay, so are you sure it was your waters and not pee?”

“I am ninety percent sure, I felt a pop, like a balloon and I think I’m leaking”, he nodded, “Okay, let’s do this, I will go put on some clothes and let you change, and I’ll come see you again okay?”, I nodded and he left the bathroom, I sat down on the toilet and felt another streak of water, yep my water definitely broke.

I walked out of the bathroom as Harry came into my room, “So?”, I let out a breathless laugh, “We are having a baby”, he smiled and kissed my forehead, “What can I do for you?”, I rubbed my belly and swayed a little, “We need to let Betty know, and maybe can we call your mom and Gem?”, he nodded

“Still think it’s a boy?”, I smiled, “I do, how about you?”, he squeezed my hand, “I also think it is a boy”, I cleaned my tears, “I’m sorry, I’m very emotional and I cannot wait to meet them”, he shook his head, “Don’t apologize, I am surprised I am not crying too”

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

Harry. New York, New York. 1:15 AM

As I was about to call Betty Y/N loudly exhaled and let out a little moan, I reached for her hands and she squeezed mine, I swayed with her and checked the time on the watch, about forty five seconds later she let go and I opened the app I had downloaded and tracked the contraction, she reached for her water bottle and took a big sip, she then sat down on the bed and patted the seat in front of her so I could sit down.

I dialed Betty’s number who answered very fast, “Hello?”, “Betty hi! Sorry for the late phone call”, she laughed, “No worries, I’m at the hospital checking on some patients, what’s up?”, “We have a baby on the way”, she squealed in excitement, “Really? How are you darling?”, I squeezed her hand, “My water broke about thirty minutes ago and I have had some contractions but nothing too strong yet”

“Okay, how along are your contractions love?”, she started having one so I started the app timer and answered for her, “Every twelve minutes lasting forty-five to fifty seconds”, she gave me a small smile as a thank you, “Okay darling, so we will continue to monitor, and I’ll check in with you in about an hour or two okay? Remember the exercises you learned in your class, and if anything changes, call me”, “Thanks Betty, will do”

I put the phone down and squeezed her hand, “We are having a baby”, she let out a shuddering breath, “We are having a baby”, I kissed her forehead, “Do you need anything?”, she nodded, “Could you make me some tea?”, “Of course, while it is done, I’ll call my mum and Gem okay?”, she nodded and started doing her breathing exercises while I left the room.

The phone rang five times before my mum sleepily answered, “Hi baby boy, what’s going on?”, I let out a shuddering breath, “Hi mumma, how do you feel about becoming a grandma today?”, “What? She’s in labor?”, my heart was beating so fast, “Yeah, labor started a little bit ago, would you mind making your way over here with Gem?”, “Of course darling, give us twenty and we’ll be there”

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

New York, New York. 1:45 AM

I let out a breath after the contraction ended and Harry stopped the timer, “Okay? Want some water?”, I nodded and ran a hand down my belly, I took a big gulp and as he placed my tumbler on the table when there was a knock at the door, we had moved to the living room since it was open and had more space, a few seconds later Anne and Gemma appeared at the entrance of the living room

“Hi lovey, how are you doing?”, I smiled a little and started crying, Anne made her way to hug me, she kneeled in front of me, pulled me into her arms and started swaying a little, “Oh honey, it’s okay yes? Everything will be scary for a while, but in the end, it will be so worth it”

I nodded and pulled back a little, before I could say hello to Gemma, I felt another contraction starting, which had me leaning into Anne and she started swaying and taking some deep breaths with me, during the haze of pain I could feel Harry talking to me, “You’re okay, it will be over soon”

When the contraction ended I pulled back a little and Gemma ran her hand down my back, I smiled at her, “Thank you Gem”, she nodded, Anne then moved and Harry took her place and kissed my lips, “You are so strong, I am so proud of you”, I chuckled and tearily answered, “I don’t feel so strong right now”, he rubbed his nose with mine, “Then let me be your strength yeah?”, I nodded and closed my eyes.

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

Harry. New York, New York. 2:15 AM

I turned to look at my mom and gave her a worried look, Y/N’s labor was progressing a little faster than I have thought it would, and I had a bad feeling about it, right now I was rubbing her lower back while Gemma was helping her take a few deep breaths and ride the contraction, once it ended my mum made her way to her and wiped her forehead, Y/N was crying when she asked my mum, “Why are they hurting so much? I thought it would take hours”

My mum placed a hand on her cheek hoping it would help her focus, “Darling it’s okay but you need to take some deep breaths, I know it feels like it is too much too sudden but you are safe, you have us here”, Y/N nodded, “I’m sorry, I just… I miss my mum”, my heart broke and tears started falling down my eyes, my mum pulled Y/N back to her arms, “I’m here, hey you have me, I’ll always be your mum if you want me to”, Y/N nodded and hugged her back.

Gemma squeezed my hand while she updated Michal and my dad who were still back home, “Harry?”, I made my way to her and kneeled in front of her face, I moved a loose hair that had fallen from her bun and kissed her lips, “What do you need?”, she sniffled, “I need you”

I nodded and pulled her into my arms, she nuzzled into my neck while another contraction began, “I got you”, once it ended she stood up and said she wanted to walk and Gemma went with her while I talked with my mum, “Mum, her last contractions were five minutes apart”, she squeezed my hand, “I know baby boy, I am worried too, have you texted Betty?”, I nodded, “Hasn’t answered, probably busy”, she sighed, “Let’s hope she gets back to you soon”

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

New York, New York. 2:50 AM

I was pacing my room when I felt something shift, this baby was coming. And fast. I stopped in the middle of the room and swayed my hips, “Gemma, I need you to bring Harry”, there must have been something on the tone I used because Gemma sprinted out of the room and a few seconds later Harry appeared beside me and rubbed my back.

After the contraction ended, I stood straight, “Harry, I want to go to the hospital”, he squeezed my arm, “Lovie are you sure? I thought you were set on a home birth”, I turned to look at him, tears in my eyes, “Baby please, I need to go to the hospital”, he nodded and kissed my forehead, we turned to see Gemma standing on the door

“Michal is on his way, he’ll drive the car”, while Anne helped me with managing the contractions, Gemma helped Harry gather the bag we had packed, my notes and the goodie basket we had for nurses, Gemma then disappeared from the door and came back with Michal following her, Harry was putting on my sandals while Anne helped me put on a sweater.

Michal got into the driver seat and Gem on the passenger seat, while Anne, H, and I filled the back, how everything had taken such a turn was still out of my understanding. The only certainty was Harry and his musky manly smell, the smell I was constantly inhaling and exhaling while he helped me during contractions, tears started leaking from my eyes and dropping on his shoulder where I rested my head

“I'm scared”, I gave him a shuddered breath and he kissed my temple while I felt Anne squeezing my other hand and running her hand down my back, he whispered to me, “I'm scared too, but we'll be scared together and everything will be okay, yeah?”, I nodded, and he kissed my temple again.

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

Harry. New York, New York. 3:15 AM

After what felt the longest ride of my life, we pulled up at the emergency room entrance, while Gemma ran to get a nurse and a wheelchair, my mum got the bags and I helped Y/N manage the contraction that was hitting her, “Harry they are coming too fast”, “I know my love, we are here, and the doctors will help you”

When the contraction was over, we got out of the car and started walking to the entrance where Gem met us halfway with a nurse and a wheelchair, the nurse gave me a smile and squeezed Y/N’s shoulder, “How has her labor progressed”, “Her water broke at around one, contractions have been steady every twelve minutes for the first hour but have picked up on the last hour, last ones were three minutes apart”

“And she’s Dr. Olson’s patient, right?”, I nodded, “Okay, she’s currently in surgery but we’ll let her know”, we got into the elevator where another contraction started, Y/N reached in for me and I grabbed her hands, we stood up and swayed and my heart broke when she moaned in pain, I kissed her forehead and she sat down once the contraction was over and we made our way to the room.

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

New York, New York. 3:20 AM

Everything hurt, the contractions where now continuous and I wanted to die from the pain, I couldn’t even properly talk to the nurse who was helping me, along with Anne to settle on the bed in a half sitting position, Anne changed the cold towel I had on my head and I gave her a thankful smile.

A lovely nurse was asking me some questions, “Okay darling, do we want to do skin-to-skin and delayed cord clamping?”, I nodded, “Do we know if we’re having a boy or girl?”, I shook my head, “We want to find out so please don’t tell us”, she nodded, “Sure thing darling, let me write that down in your board”

Gemma was beside Anne holding my hand, “Squeeze as hard as you want”, I nodded and moaned as another contraction ripped through, suddenly something shifted, pressure, God there was so much pressure, I moaned before calling for Harry, “Harry, I need to push”

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

Harry. New York, New York. 3:20 AM

My heart started beating so fast when she said this, one of the nurses let us know she would go get Betty while another did an exam on Y/N, “Oh! Uhm she’s crowning”, I walked to grab her stretched hand while another lovely nurse grabbed some gloves and a receiving blanket.

A squeeze to my hand makes me return it and turn to look at Y/N, “Please don’t let go”, I kissed her forehead, and pressed mine against hers, “I will never let you go”, she smiled a little and nodded before a contraction started, we heard the nurse say, “Okay love, when you feel the urge to push just go with it”

Y/N nodded and just a few seconds later she started pushing, I was on her side grabbing her knee while a nurse grabbed the other, my mum behind her changing her cold rag, when the contraction ended, she let out a breath and I kissed her forehead

“Great job!”, my heart was beating full of love and gratitude for this woman, suddenly she took a deep breath and started pushing again, the nurse on her feet praising on, “Good job! Now, on this next contraction I want you to pant, okay? Let your baby come”, I could see her start to spiral so I tilted her head to so she could see me

“Hey, you’re okay, we’ll do it together yeah?”, she nodded and screwed her face, but before she could push, we started panting together, “Great, now take a deep breath”, the second nurse squeezed my arm, “Are you ready to meet your baby?”, I nodded and felt the tears in my eyes, when Y/N groaned and started pushing I peeked and started crying when I saw their little ears, they were real.

Mitch had told me, that probably the last few seconds before the baby was born were probably going to feel like I was in a slow-motion movie, I thought he was kidding, but as I held her leg and saw her push everything went silent, and I slowly saw the baby come out, before their legs were out I turned to see Y/N’s face when all of a sudden there was a sound, a sound that I didn’t know I needed to breathe and live.

A melody of love, illusion and need. A cry. A cry we have been waiting for, a cry we had dreamed of for the last nine months. A cry that belonged to our baby.

The nurse placed the baby on her chest while I heard her and the other nurse celebrate and my mum and Gemma cry, she started rubbing them while she told us, “Welcome baby to this world at 3:47 in the morning”, I rested her leg on the stirrup and then turned to look at her, she was bawling while trying to see our little baby and I was bawling too.

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

New York, New York. 3:47 AM

The relief I felt right now was a feeling I had never ever felt before, then there was a warm wet weight pressed on my chest and abdomen, when I turned to see I found the most beautiful face scrunched up and crying, “Oh my God, you’re real”, I then placed my hands on their back and cried while I closed my eyes.

I felt a wet kiss being pressed to my forehead, I opened my eyes and found Harry full of tears and a smile so big, a smile I had never ever seen, “H…”, he sniffled, “I see them sweetheart”, I then turned to see Anne and Gemma, tears on their eyes, Anne leaned to kiss my forehead, “You did so good lovey”, I nodded as a thank you and returned to see my baby, “Welcome to the world bunny”, the nurse changed the wet towel for a dry one and helped me adjust the baby in my chest.

A nurse squeezed my shoulder, “You did so good mama!”, I gave her a nod in appreciation. The crying never stopped, Harry was leaning next to me, an arm caressing the head of our tiny baby, “Look at you, you are gorgeous baby”, I sniffled, and he kissed my head, “I will never ever be able to repay you for what you just did”

I turned to look at him and whispered, “What we did”, we stared into each other’s eyes, and before I truly understood what was happening, I reached for his lips and kissed him, he wasted no time answering back, we pulled back after a second and returned to stare at our baby; all of a sudden Randy and Betty appeared in the door with a shocked face, Betty spoke up, “What is going on here hmm?”, she instructed Randy to finish the delivery.

We smiled at Betty, and she walked towards us excitement written all over her face, “Do we know the gender yet?”, Harry and I shook our head and she laughed, Harry moved a little and Betty leaned you see the baby, “Look at that sweet face”, she then ran her finger down their cheek

“Excuse me little one, I have kept your secret for the last thirty weeks and you couldn’t wait for me? I’m offended”, everyone in the room laughed, we stared at the baby for a few more minutes until Betty cleared her throat, “So… are you guys ready to know if you have a little boy or girl?”, I turned to see Harry and we both grinned while nodding with our heads.

My hands were shaking when I reached for the baby settled on my chest, a wail in protest left their tiny lips when I lifted them up from their cozy place on my chest, when we turned to see what was nestled between their legs, I heard Harry start to laugh and bawl while he kissed my head, I couldn’t believe it

“We have a girl”, I could hear Anne and Gemma let out a squeal of happiness while I let the baby rest again and Harry reached to give her a kiss, then she whispered, “Hello tiny miss, I cannot believe it”, he then kissed my forehead before he whispered, “My girls, I feel so complete right now”

“Hi honey, hi little girl”, we then turned to see Gemma and Anne and beckoned them closer, Harry cleared his throat before speaking up, “Mum, Gem, we would love for you to meet your granddaughter and niece, Philippa Robin Styles-Y/L/N”, when he finished speaking Anne started crying again and leaned to kiss my forehead again while Gemma walked to hug Harry

“I love her name darling, I cannot thank you enough”, I tearily smiled at her, “We wanted to honor him, and we thought this was the best way we could do so”, she reached to run her hand down baby’s hand and said, “Hi little one, I’m your Nana Anne”, Gemma appeared next to her and gave her a side hug, Anne pulled back and went to hug Harry.

Gemma leaned down to see the baby, “Oh my god! Look at those lips!”, we both laughed, and she turned to look at me, “So what nicknames have you thought of?”, I turned to see my baby, “Pippa, Little Pip, P”, she smiled, Pippa, I love the sound of it, so elegant and royal”

Betty cleared her throat, “Harry, wanna cut the cord?”, he nodded and walked to where Betty was standing, she showed him where to cut and he smiled when he did it successfully, when he returned next to me Pippa was trying to latch and with the help of Betty, she was able to do so, “Look at that! She has a great latch so far”, Anne and Gemma were talking with Michal and Des.

I scrunched up my nose when I started having contractions again, Betty gave me a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry darling, this is the last part, I just need a little push for the placenta”, I gave her a small push and felt something smaller leave me, “Perfect! We’ll wait until this little lady finished feeding, do all measurements and meanwhile I’ll see if your room is ready okay?”

We nodded and she left the room, Anne and Gemma also left the room to give us some privacy and to help us take our bags to our other room, Pippa was still very happy latched on feeding, Harry was running his hand down my arm and kissing her head, “She looks so much like you”, he smiled, “Think so?”, I nodded.

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

Harry. New York, New York. 4:50 AM

Pippa had just finished nursing and Y/N had just burped her and the nurse grabbed her, the wail she let out when she was taken from her arms had woken up a need of protection I didn’t know I had, I walked with the nurse to the crib that was in the corner of the room.

She placed Pippa under the warm light and started taking her temperature as well as measuring her head, she then measured her before telling us, “Oh you have a long little miss here, measuring a grand twenty inches”, I leaned to talk to her, “You can’t get any taller little miss”, she then turned on the weight, “So Miss Pippa made her grand entrance weighing eight pounds six ounces”, I reached for her little hand and she latched onto my finger, “Hi little chunker”, after the nurse finished cleaning her and placed a diaper and hat on her head she turned to me, “Dad wanna hold her?”

My heart was beating out of my chest with anticipation when I nodded my head, the nurse smiled and she nudged to the chair beside the bed where Y/N was settled, I sat down and she handed me the baby, I started tearing up again when she was placed in my arms, “Hi Pippa, hi little girl”, I kissed her forehead and laughed when she scrunched her brows

“Oh don’t give me that, I love you darling”, I then turned to look at Y/N, her lazy smile made me fall even more in love with her, “Hi lovie, how are you feeling?”, “Hi you, I am in a little bit of pain, but the lovely nurse said she would get me a mama mocktail and some pills”, we both laughed at that.

Pippa and I stayed on the couch until the nurses came to take us to our post-partum room, I handed Pippa to Y/N and then grabbed the few things still scattered in the room and followed the nurse to the new room, my mum and Gemma had left a few minutes ago so that they could rest.

Once Y/N had settled in the bed we laid Pippa on her chest, “She’s out”, Y/N let out a low chuckle, “Poor baby, she’s so tired of being born huh?”, I ran a hand down Pippa’s cheek and then Y/N’s, when she gave me a smile, I then leaned in to give her a kiss, “Rest my love, you deserve it”, she nodded and closed her eyes.

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

Harry. New York, New York. 8:00 AM

These first hours as parents have been something amazing, Pippa only woke up once to eat and then went back to sleep, I woke up when my mum texted me to let me know they would be coming in about an hour with my dad and Michal, I turned to see Y/N was still asleep with Pippa on her chest.

I smiled before I stood up and kissed her forehead and went out of the room to get a coffee and some tea for Y/N, I sat down in the waiting room because I wanted to make two calls, to Jeff and Mitch, I decided to start with Jeff because he for sure was now awake and running with everything going around.

My hands were shaking when I placed the call, it rang for a few before Jeff answered, “What up H?”, “Hi Uncle Jeff”, “What?! How?! Are they okay? Is Y/N okay?”, I laughed, “Both baby and Y/N are perfect, I am in love Jeff”, it was his turn to laugh, “Oh H, I am so happy for you! For both of you, I will swing by in a little bit, is there anything you guys need?”

I cleared my throat, “We’re not home, she ended up delivering in hospital, I’ll send you the info”, “Oh! Well, I wanna hear that story when I get there yeah? Give my love to Y/N and to my tiny new boss”, I laughed at that, “You’ll die when you meet your tiny new boss”, we hung up and I pressed on Mitch’s contact.

The phonge rang for a few, I sniffled until I could hear Mitch on the other side, “H? You okay mate?”, I smiled and sniffled, “They're here”, he let out a celebratory laugh, “I'm a dad Mitchy”, “You’re a dad mate, how is Y/N?”, I smiled, “She’s doing okay, tired and sore”, “So… is it a boy or a girl?”, “Aaah you’ll have to come meet them”

Mitch then laughed, “Sarah is going to be pissed mate, they literally got the earliest flight to be here”, “Really?”, “Yeah, actually, their flight does not depart for another hour, maybe you should tell them”, I will go see if Y/N is awake and we’ll call them, please come soon Mitch, I want you to meet them”, “I’ll be there in a few”, “See you then mate”

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

New York, New York. 8:15 AM

A whimper pulled me out of my sleep, and I turned to see my tiny baby waking up, I kissed her forehead before whispering, “Good morning, Pip”, we sat up straighter and she opened her eyes, “Oh look at those beautiful blue eyes little girl, I see you baby”, I gave her my finger and she latched on with her tiny hand.

Tears clouded my eyes as I stared at the newborn in my arms, the bliss around us was something I never wanted to let go, I kissed her little nose and pulled back a little and sniffled, “You are everything for me, and I promise to give you the life you deserve, a life of happiness, love, laughter, dreams, kisses, hugs”, I laughed a little

“You are so worth everything I went through these last 9 months”, I ran my hand down her face, “And I would do it all over again for you”, I kissed her face and I heard the door click open and Harry walked in, he gave me a smile and a kiss, “How did you girls sleep?”, I smiled, “We slept great, thank you for my tea”, he nodded

“So… I just spoke to Mitch” I nodded, “And well he confessed that Glenne and Sarah are currently at the airport because they wanted to be here as early as possible, so I think we should call them, what do you say?”, I smiled and nodded, “Let me dial her”, I pressed Sarah’s contact and it rang for a few before she answered, “Hi mamma! Happy due date”, I laughed

“Happy due date indeed, think I could FaceTime you and you could help me choose some things?”, “Sure”, we hung up and Harry helped me settle Pippa on my arms, I then grabbed my phone and dialed Sarah’s number again, when she answered her eyes went wide and she brought her hand to her mouth.

Glenne was heard outside the picture, “Sarah? You, okay?”, she started crying and Glenne grabbed the phone, her face also went wide eyed, and she also started crying, “OH MY GOD!”, Harry and I laughed, and I pulled the phone to my face, I could see the two of them now, “Hi guys!”, Sarah sobbed, “Oh darling! I cannot believe it!”, “Let us see the baby!”, I directed the phone to her little face again, “Hi lovey! Oh my god, you are beautiful!”

Glenne then said, “Really? Six hours, we just needed you to labor for six more hours” I laughed before turning the phone so I could tell her, “Babes... my labor lasted from start to finish two hours and forty-seven minutes”, their eyes widened again, “Damnit I want to be there so bad!”, I smiled “We’ll be waiting for you guys to snuggle and love this bean, okay?”, Sarah then spoke up, “We have to board now, but we’ll see you really soon!”, we waved goodbye and ended the call.

The nurse had just brought my breakfast and I was eating it when Anne, Gemma, Michal, and Des arrived, Harry very proudly handed the baby to Anne, who immediately started crying and swaying, Michal and Des gave me a hug before they started talking to Harry, Anne had the biggest smile on her face, she was rocking the tiny newborn in her arms, and came to seat on the edge of the bed, Gemma was on my side brushing my hair

Anne whispered, “I can’t believe we are here”, she then turned to look at me and Harry, before turning back to the baby and sniffling a little, “Thank you”, Harry hugged her side and Gemma hugged me before whispering, “You, okay? Need anything?”, I shook my head, I turned to see Des was standing next to Anne and harry admiring the baby.

Des cleared his throat before speaking, “When Gemma told me her name I started tearing up, I just know Robin would have been enamored by this little girl just how we all are right now”, he gave Harry and I a smile, “Pippa will always know how much Robin loved her dad, aunt and grandma and how important he was to them”

Harry reached in to pull Des for a hug and then his mom, “Let’s get a picture of the grandparents and dad!”, the three of them smiled for the camera, once they saw the picture was how they wanted it to be they took one with Gemma, then he turned to me, “Should we take a picture?”, I nodded and Anne and Des made their way to us, after Gemma took the pic she popped in and Michal took the photo.

Just as he finished Betty popped in and offered to take a picture for us so Michal could be there, we thanked her for the photo and she smiled, “So, how are we feeling?”, I sighed, “Pretty good, I have a dull ache, but enough that the nurses gave me some painkillers”, “That’s okay, I mean your body did work a lot”, I smiled, “So, if it is okay with you two, we will keep you here tonight and let you go home tomorrow okay?”, we both nodded and Betty smiled

“I’ll pop by later with the pediatrician so she can give us her report”, we said goodbye to Betty and turned to see Anne and Gemma who had a pout on her face, “Come on mum! I wanna hold her”, Anne rolled her eyes, “Please wash your hands”, Gemma washed her hands and then walked back to Anne who reluctantly handed her the baby

“Hold her head Gemma!”, “Mum come on! She’s not the first baby I hold!”, we all laughed at their silliness and Anne sat down at the foot of the bed and started rubbing my legs, to which I hummed in delight, Gemma was smiling, and she sat next to Michal, “She looks so much like you Y/N”

Harry spoke up, “She does, she is a gorgeous baby”, I smiled bashfully, “Oh stop you guys”, Gemma gave me a smile, “I’m serious! She is a beautiful girl”, Gemma then turned to see her dad, “Wanna hold her?”, Des nodded and Gemma helped him hold her, “Well aren’t you a gem?”, Harry was sat next to his father watching over our little girl.

The next hours were spent cuddling Pippa, Anne squeezed my arm and asked me, “Darling, Ella wants to know if we could FaceTime?”, I smiled and she called her, when Ella answered she said, “There she is! The proud Nana! Congratulations!”, Anne sniffled and smiled, “Thank you dear, wanna meet them?”, she then gave the phone to Harry who had a big smile

“Hey Ella! How are you?”, “H! Congratulations! I’m here with my mum, dad, Ryan, Thea, and Matt, they are all ecstatic!”, he sat down next to me, and I waved hello to Ella, “There she is! You look beautiful! Congratulations Mumma!”, “Thanks Ella! How are you guys?”, “We are good, excited to meet our newest family member”

Harry focused the camera on Pippa, who was snoozing on her Nana’s arms, “Well, I would love for you guys to meet Philippa Robin Styles-Y/L/N, or as she is now being called Pippa”, coos and awes were heard from the phone, “Harry… she’s a beauty”, he smiled, “Thanks aunt Dee!”, “Look at Thea’s little friend! I cannot wait for them to meet!”, I answered, “We cannot wait either!”

We talked for a few more before we all said goodbye and Anne walked to me, “They sent you a little gift but I felt it back home”, I gave her a small smile, “They are the sweetest!”, before I could say anything more Pippa started crying, I turned to see the clock and realized she was probably hungry, I turned to see Harry and half whispered, “I think she might be hungry”, he nodded, “Do you need help?”

I shook my head, “Why don’t you guys grab lunch while I feed her?”, he gave me an apprehensive look, “If I need anything I’ll call okay? We will probably nap after she feeds”, he sighed, “H, you have not eaten properly, please? For me?”, he smiled and muttered, “Can’t say no to you”, before they all left Harry made sure I had everything I could need within arm’s reach, he kissed our foreheads and left.

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

Harry. New York, New York. 1:30 PM

We were finishing eating lunch and just sipping our coffee when I heard someone clear their throat behind me, I rolled my eyes hoping that it was someone I knew and not a fan, I turned with a small smile which grew bigger the moment I realized Jeff was standing there, “Jeff”, “Hey mate!”, he pulled me into a hug

“Congratulations H, I am truly so happy and proud of you”, I smiled and gave him a squeeze, “Thanks man”, we pulled back and Mitch appeared from my peripheral vision, “Mitchy!”, he pulled me into a hug, “Welcome to the dad club mate!”, I laughed, “Welcome indeed”, we pulled back and they each gave me a pat on the back.

Jeff cleared his throat and I turned to look at him, “We have a surprise for you”, we turned to see what he was smiling at, and I started tearing up when I saw Sarah and Glenne standing there, they gave me a smile and started running to me, I met them halfway and pulled them into a hug, “Hi girlies!”

We pulled back and I gave them each a hug, we walked to the table where they said hello to my family, we asked about how their trip went and learned that baby Rowland was with his nanny for a while, Sarah was the first to ask, “How’s mom doing?”, I let out a breath, “She is a freaking warrior I swear, she’s doing so good, we left them feeding and taking a nap”, they squealed, “Uhm, we can only have four guests at a time, so-“, my mum interrupted me, “Baby you four can go in, maybe we can sneak Gem and Michal also, your dad and I will go to the gift shop and wait for you guys okay?”, I nodded.

We made our way to the third floor where the maternity ward was, I went in first and found Y/N and Pip sleeping still, as soon as I took out my phone she pulled in some air and gave me a sleepy smile, “Hey you, how was your lunch?”, I smiled and sat down her legs and started rubbing them, “Good morning beautiful ladies, lunch was good”, she nodded and kissed Pip’s forehead

“You guys have some visitors, can I bring them in?”, she nodded, and I let Jeff know they could come, a few moments later there was a knock on the door, and Jeff popped his head in, “Hello, is this where the most badass mom is currently staying?”, Y/N laughed and told him to come in, Jeff and Mitch came in, each one was holding a flower vase, when she saw that both Sarah and Glenne were with Mitch and Jeff she started tearing up

“Wait, let me wash my hands before I hug you”, Sarah went to the sink and Glenne followed her, when they did, they stood next to Y/N and smiled, “Hi honey, how are you?”, Y/N sniffled, “Hi girlies, I am doing okay, are you ready to meet this little bunny?”, Jeff and Mitch went and stood next to their girls, I sat down next to Y/N, and Gemma and Michal were standing beside me

I squeezed Y/N’s shoulder and kissed her head, I cleared my throat, “Any last guesses?”, Jeff spoke first, “Boy”, Glenne was next, “Also boy”, Sarah thought for a little, “Little boy”, Mitch pffted before saying, “It’s a girl”, I smiled, Y/N then spoke up, “We would like for you to meet Philippa Robin Styles-Y/L/N”, Mitch cheered, Jeff smiled, while Sarah said “Sweet girl”, and Glenne went “Shut up”

Glenne and Sarah leaned to have a better view of Pippa before whispering, “What is her nickname?”, Gemma spoke up, “Pippa, Little Pip, P”, Sarah sniffled, “Can I hold her?”, Y/N nodded and handed her the baby, Sarah started swaying, “Well look at you lovey, you are gorgeous”, Glenne kissed her head and then came to hug Y/N, “I’m so proud of you”

December 13, 2021: Week Forty

New York, New York. 2:00 PM

I was so happy that Glenne and Sarah were here, I teared up when Mitch held Pip, he was so impressed by her long fingers, “One day, I’ll show her how to play guitar”, Glenne lost it when she held the baby and was so happy and excited because we were now even in the team gang, as Harry was holding her, Gemma, Glenne, Sarah and I were talking, Sarah asked me, “So… how did everything go down?”

I blew a breath before staring on my story, “So my water broke at around one, I started contracting normally for an hour but all of a sudden everything became so intense, and I really wanted to come to the hospital, literally half an hour later I delivered”, Gemma blew a breath, “She’s a champ, no pain medicine, and she looks so rested”, the four of us laughed at that.

Glenne then asked, “How much did she weigh and measure?”, I smiled, “Eight pounds six ounces, twenty inches long”, Sarah awed, “That’s a good size”, I nodded, “She’s a dream, she’s everything I could have ever hoped for”, Gemma handed me a tissue and I cleaned my tears.

About an hour later they all reluctantly left with the promise of coming back tomorrow, Harry’s family came in for a few hours but left once Pip started crying and showing sings she was hungry, so after Harry walked them out, he took over baby watch so I could eat my dinner and have a shower, which was so needed and appreciated.

When I came out of the bathroom Harry was laying on the couch with our little girl, he gave me a lazy smile, he placed Pippa on her bassinet and came to help me, the nurse had asked us if we wanted to send Pip to the nursery, but my momma heart couldn’t do that, so after a change, a swaddle and a kiss to the head Pippa was off to dreamland

“Are you sure you’ll be okay in the couch?”, Harry nodded, “Now let’s sleep before she wakes up hungry again yeah?”, I nodded, he kissed my temple and then Pippa’s cheek before settling on the couch, before he turned off the light I spoke up, “Harry?”, he turned to see me, “I wouldn’t have chosen anyone else to be her dad”, he smiled and came back to give me a kiss in the lips before pulling back a little, “I wouldn’t have chosen anyone else to be her mum”

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