#so now this is called sap(nap) it’s canon
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can you do 32 and 33 w karlnap i miss them a lot :(
from this post!
I ran a poll (here) and this is the pairing that won! karlnap my loves <3
32 - “What's with the bad mood? I think that may need to be remedied…” / 33 - “I am not even touching you yet!”
(lee!Sapnap / ler!Karl : 974 words)
“What’s gotten into you today, grumpy Gus?” Karl eyed the brunette next to him, who was busy scowling at his phone. Sapnap was huffing out frustrated sighs every few minutes, getting to the point where Karl couldn’t ignore them any longer. “You look like a cat when their hair is all spiked up ‘cause they’re mad.”
The elder wasn’t surprised when he was met with a muffled grunt, watching as Sapnap reached up and pulled the front of his hat down to block Karl from meeting his eyes. He let out a chuckle as he leaned closer to the smaller boy, slowly sliding the phone from his hands to give Sapnap the opportunity to stop him. He didn’t, and so Karl continued to take it until it was in his own hands, seeing Sapnap’s hands drop into his lap from the corner of his eye as he set the younger boy’s phone on the table in front of them.
“Hey gorgeous, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Sapnap was staring blankly at his lap, his eyes following the movement of his fingers as he wiggled them, giving himself a welcomed distraction from the feeling of Karl’s stare. The action suddenly gave Karl an idea and he smirked mischievously as he decided to put it into motion. He moved quickly, pushing Sapnap down onto his back against the couch cushions and straddling his waist before he could fight back.
“Wh-? Karl, what-”
“What’s with the bad mood?” He questioned, cutting Sapnap off and tilting his head to the side like a puppy would as he waited for a response. When he received none, he continued. “I think that may need to be remedied…”
“What the hell, Karl what are you- nohoho! No, don’t!” Sapnap began to squirm when he fell into panicked giggles, watching as Karl held up his hands and began to wiggle his fingers. He attempted to grab at the menacing hands above him, but Karl dodged it, gripping on to Sapnap’s wrists instead.
“What? I am not even touching you yet!” Karl was giggling almost as much as Sapnap was, loving the raspy tone in the younger boy’s protests.
“P-Plehease! Karl, lehets talk about thihis!”
“No talking! Only laughing! Now, laugh for me, handsome.”
Sapnap wasn’t prepared when Karl suddenly released the grip on his wrists, cackling when he felt pinches travel up and down his sides. He was twisting around as much as he could, trying to block Karl’s tickly fingers but finding it to be useless - Karl’s hands followed wherever he turned.
“Nohoho! O-Okahahay, I’m sohohorry!” He wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for, but whenever Dream would tickle him, apologizing normally worked. He figured he’d try it on Karl, hoping it would work. But the older boy above him just giggled, a smirk forming as he watched Sapnap writhe below him.
“Whahat are you saying sorry for, silly?” Karl asked through his laughter, smile growing wider when Sapnap shrugged through his squeals. Karl shook his head fondly, crawling his hands up to the boy’s ribs, slowly heading towards a very sensitive spot. Sapnap recognized this and pressed his arms down to his sides as tight as he could, laughing harder as Karl’s hands tried to continue their journey to his underarms but stopping to tickle at his top ribs instead.
“Nahaha plehehease! Nohot there!”
“Oh yes, there. Need to make sure my baby boy is smiling as wide as he can!” Karl teased in a high pitched voice. He was thrown into another round of bright giggles when Sapnap shrieked, Karl’s hands finally wedging themselves under his arms and pressing in, rubbing deep circles and doing quick pokes into the ticklish skin.
“NAHAHA, PL-PLEHEHE- KARL! I- I CAHAHAN’T!”
As much as Karl adored watching Sapnap blush and laugh himself silly, he didn’t want to overwhelm the younger boy. He gently pulled his hands out from under Sap’s arms, rubbing at his sides and tummy to help him calm down. Sapnap took in a deep breath, letting out the last of his giggles as he rubbed the tears from the corners of his eyes. When he moved his hands back down to rest by his sides, he was greeted with a very smiley Karl looking down at him.
“I hate you.” Sapnap deadpanned in response.
“Sure you do,” Karl smiled, gently grabbing his hands and helping him back up into a sitting position as he caught his breath. “Now, do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?
“I’m just…tired I guess.” Sapnap groaned, cheeks still red from laughing but a frown finding its way back onto his face anyway. He turned his body towards Karl, flopping his forehead against the other boy’s shoulder with his eyes struggling to stay open.
“Why don’t you take a nap?” Karl wrapped an arm around Sapnap, running a hand soothingly up and down his back and smiling when he felt the smaller boy relax under his touch.
“I don’t wanna waste the day…” The words were muffled in the sleeve of his shirt but Karl understood. He lightly brought his hands to grip both of Sapnap’s shoulders, pushing him up slowly so he could look him in the eyes.
“You’re not gonna waste the day, it’ll just be a small one,” Karl stood up from the couch, reaching both arms out and making grabby hands to hint that he wanted Sapnap to take them. “Come on, I’ll take one with you. We can cuddle!”
As much as Sapnap wanted to keep the harsh frown on his face, he couldn’t help but smile at Karl’s childish actions and sweet words. He rolled his eyes with a small giggle before taking the hands being offered to him, yelping when Karl yanked at his arms and pulled him up much faster than anticipated.
“Let’s go, giggles, it’s time for sleep.”
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Part Eight. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."
warnings: swearing
word count: 2k (not including pictures)
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A/N: ahehahehoho ik sapnap didn't fly to dreams house before they moved in together but this is a fanfic and therefore what i say goes and i say he did :) hope you enjoy!!!!!!
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"SAPNAP!" Y/n yelled into her phone, smiling against the cool device.
"Bugsy!" he said with a laugh.
"You're with Dream?"
"Yeah, you wanna say hi?"
"No, give the phone to Patches!!"
"She literally hates me. She runs away when I see her."
Y/n laughed and heard a voice of protest in the background.
"Dream claims it's because she's shy but she literally hissed at me in my nightmares so I think we have bad blood."
Y/n giggled and balanced the phone between her shoulder and cheek. "You're still on for Among Us tonight, right?"
"Yeah, why? What's up?"
"I was just checking since you're visiting Dream apparently. I don't want to take away from your bro time or whatever."
"Oh, nah, it's good. I'm only here so we can look at places to live together and stuff. He told you I'm moving in with him soon, right?"
"Yeah! That's awesome!"
"Yeah. But, yeah, I love playing games with you! Besides, he has his stupid George plug-in to finish still so I'll be bored. So yes, of course I'm still playing, Bugsy!!!!"
"I've never made a lobby before so I'm just nervous," she said, the feeling evident in her voice.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure none of them pull that stupid prank we pull with Quackity all the time when we tell him we're leaving and pretend like he's muted. It always drags on for like half an hour."
"Okay, good. I'm literally so scared already I don't need hooligans messing with me."
"Don't worry, I got you, Bugsy."
"Thanks. Hey, can you tell Dream he sucks?"
Sapnap groaned. "I don't wanna be your messenger for your love letters to each other."
"Sapnap!" she exclaimed. "No, just... tell him he sucks."
She listened as Sapnap's voice became muffled and she heard him relay the message. A loud, "BUGSY!!" was heard in Dreams voice and she giggled.
"He's dramatically appalled. He said—you know what, no. You guys can talk to each other on your own phones. I'm not being a delivery boy."
"Boo, no fun. I'll let you go so you can hang out with Dream but I can't wait for the game!"
"Me too! See ya Bugsy, love you."
"Love you, Sap!!"
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Y/n drummed her fingers lightly against her desk as she waited for people to join her stream. She was muted, her viewers only left with the sounds of the music she played and the image of her commissioned "starting soon!!" screen. She double-checked the Discord call she was deafened and muted in to make sure her friends were actually there before unmuting her stream and welcoming everyone.
"Chat!!" she announced happily. "Hi! Hello! Welcome one and all to my stream!" She glanced at the chat which was filled with welcomes and announcements of everyone's excitement. She thanked everyone that had donated and gifted subs before checking her surroundings, even though it wouldn't be shown on stream.
She was bundled in a hoodie, her comforter from her bed wrapped around her and trapping her in a cocoon. The lights were off except a candle on her desk and her fairy lights around her room. It was all very serene. She was ready.
A dono came through and she laughed at the question. "Why isn't Dream joining? Um, because he said no. He doesn't have time for me," she joked, recalling them teasing each other about making time for one another. "This just in: Dreamwastaken hates BugsyGames."
Moments later, a $20 dono came through from Dream saying, "not true".
"Dream!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "You can donate and stalk my stream but not play with us? Very rude. Get off my stream and go finish coding, nerd." Despite her words, she couldn't stop smiling.
"Alright, folks! Listen up, today is gonna be so fun. We got Karl, we got Quackity, we got Tubbo, Ranboo, Sapnap, George, Schlatt, Corpse, Sykkuno," she took a dramatic breath and paused, making sure she wasn't forgetting to mention anyone. "Okay? It's gonna be so fun and I'm very excited!" She glanced at chat and smiled at all the positivity.
user4: SYKKUNO AND BUGSY YES
user5: corpse!!!!!! T_T
user2: omg watch out dream, we got another faceless man he might come for ur girl
user7: omg is this the first time bugsy is playing with tubbo and ranboo???
"Yes, I'm very excited to have Corpse and Sykkuno play today! I haven't played anything with them or Schlatt yet but I have played Minecraft with Tubbo and Ranboo not too long ago. So it should be fun!! Okay, let's join the vc!!"
She typed in the text channel that she was joining before unmuting and undeafening herself. Her headphones were immediately filled with voices speaking over each other, one louder than the rest.
"—aren't, but come on, there has to be something! We aren't blind!" It was Quackity. "Well, George is colorblind but—"
"Hey!" George protested of Quackity's fit of laughter.
"I think they'd be cute," Tubbo said.
"Me too!" Sykkuno's sweet voice rang.
"Quackity!" Karl shouted, exasperated. "I promise you they aren't actually dating! Like actually!!! She's my best friend and she would tell me if something was going on!!" His voice was desperate, almost as if he felt like Quackity was doubting his friendship with whoever he was talking about. Wait, Y/n was Karl's best friend. Were they talking about...
"Yeah, that and I'm literally in his house right now," Sapnap said. "That's two people who are close with the sources who haven't heard anything. I've literally asked Dream straight up to his face and he said no. And he's a terrible liar so I would be able to tell if he and Bugsy—"
"Hi everyone!!" Y/n said quickly, snapping out of wanting to listen to the gossip when she remembered she was streaming. She was worried about how detailed everyone would go into their theories and opinions of what sounded like her and Dream dating.
Where did they get that idea? she thought.
She didn't dare look at her chat in case they picked up on what the boys were talking about, which was very likely.
Quackity and Corpse started laughing loudly at Y/n's entrance while Tubbo stammered out an awkward, "Hel-hello Bugsy!" as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Oh, Tubbo, my sweet son, you could never do anything wrong.
"What are... you guys, haha, uh... talking about?" she asked slowly, hoping they would lie if they were talking about what she thought they were.
"The weather," Sapnap lied.
"Uh, uh, uh," Corpse stammered with a small laugh at the end.
"Tax evasion!" Ranboo shouted.
"Don't let these pricks lie to you, Bugsy," Schlatt said casually, his mouth clearly full of food. Probably a corndog or quesadilla or something. She tensed at his honestly, praying he wasn't going to blurt what they actually— "They're talking about you and Dream."
"M-me and Dream?"
"Are you dating? Yes or no?" he asked bluntly.
"Wha—n-no! No, we aren't."
"TOLD YOU!" Karl and Sapnap both yelled.
"Can we just.. play?" she asked with a laugh. She usually liked chatting with everyone before they played things on other people's streams but she was certain the topic was going to stay on her and Dream and she didn't want that. Bugsy and Dream... that has a nice ring to it, she thought before shaking her head to rid it from her mind. Weird.
"I do have one question, Bugsy," Schlatt said. "Bugsy... what is that? All I can think of is Bugsy Siegel."
"Because you're the most New York New Yorker on the planet," she groaned with a small laugh. "Bugsy just sounded cute, don't compare me to a mobster."
"Then don't name yourself after one."
"Please can we play?" Y/n groaned. "I just wanna play."
"Me too!" Tubbo agreed.
"This is why you're my favorite, Tubbo."
"Yeah, let's get this shit over with," Schlatt sighed among all the agreeing to start. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."
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"TUBBO!" Y/n yelled as the defeat screen appeared. The boy laughed as he sputtered out a defense. "You and Ranboo?? My own sons?! How did you guys get away with that? I literally said from the beginning that it was Ranboo and NO ONE listened to me!!"
"Sorry, mother," Ranboo apologized before laughing.
"I don't trust women," Schaltt said.
"Schlatt, why would I target Ranboo or Tubbo if I didn't have solid evidence it was them? I'd blame someone like Sapnap if I was imposter, not my own sons."
Tubbo laughed loudly and George giggled.
"You can't be trusted, Bugsy!" Quackity yelled. "You lie every other goddamn round!"
"BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING IMPOSTER!" she defended as she raised out of her chair slightly. She had never been so angry than when playing Among Us. It was a dangerous game for her. Her covers were thrown off of her body, abandoned at her feet, and her hoodie sleeves were pushed up. Good thing she didn't use a facecam because she looked like she could murder someone right then. "I have no choice but to lie!!!"
A new game started and she relaxed at the sight of her being crewmate again. She had already been imposter three or four times and they had only played six rounds.
She headed straight for the reactor to do her first task, closing out to see Sapnap silently standing behind her.
"Ah!" she yelled, jumping slightly. "You scared me, dude. Why... why are you being so cryptic?" No answer. "Ssssssssap.....nap?" she asked softly, confused by his uncharacteristic silence.
George walked in and stopped. "Why are you guys just staring at each other?"
"I was doing my task and turned around and Sapnap was here and he hasn't said anything. Sap?"
Shuffling was heard from his mic before he started moving again. "Hey guys!" he chirped as if he hadn't been super creepy moments before. "I was AFK, Dream brought me Chick-fil-a."
"Oh," Y/n breathed. "You looked super sus for a minute there, bud."
"Nah, I just got food," he said, voice muffled by said food to confirm. "Dream! Come say hi to your girlfriend!"
Wasn't Sapnap one of the ones that literally just argued with the group that Bugsy and Dream weren't dating?
Without further explanation, Y/n could hear footsteps coming from Sapnap's mic before Dream's voice came through. "Hi, Bug. Hi, George."
Y/n laughed, glad he greeted George too. Maybe that's who Sapnap meant in the first place? Why did she assume they were talking about her? Ugh, everything was confusing when she had butterflies in her tummy at the mention of Dream's name.
"I'm his favorite girlfriend," George teased, circling around Y/n's character.
"Also his only girlfriend," she said.
"Oh also," Dream's voice appeared again. "Sapnap's imposter."
Y/n and George ran away screaming, heading straight for the emergency button.
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Later that night, stream over and Y/n tucked into bed, she scrolled through Twitter and laughed at a Tweet Dream had posted. It was like it was made for her. She ran through her camera roll and found her favorite memes that applied to the request.
She smiled widely and giggled at the butterflies in her stomach when moments later, she received a text from the boy himself. Looks like he wanted her number for more than just to make a cabin vacation group chat (which had yet to be made, she noted).
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Smudged names on unfamiliar fingers- karlnapity
Hello this is me trying to get out of writers block and also loving Karl's time traveling arc and the way it affects him. This is very non Canon since I started this right after kinoko kingdom was formed.
!! This writing is about the characters and the characters only. However if any of the cc express discomfort with anything in here I will gladly take it down!!
Cw for memory loss and crying.
Summary: Karl forgets who his fiancé's are.
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He was back again.
Stumbling away from the green and purple swirl behind him like a drunk man, finding his bearings slowly but never fully as he climbed up the ladder. Grasping onto the thin bars of it so tightly he wondered if he'd be able to snap them.
He exited the library on autopilot after having placed a new book in the empty slot. Walking out and into the open air before he suddenly stopped.
He'd forgotten how to get home.
He'd forgotten where home was.
He'd forgotten if he even had one.
He looked at his arms and hands. Vaguely knowing about his own habit of writing things on them.
The only thing he could find were two names. Smudged slightly and half covered in the blood of a body that had been dead for years and years yet to him the grief was only two days old.
'Quackity Sapnap.'
They were important to him. He knew that from the way his heart fluttered a bit when reading over the names again.
But... Why?
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Quackity finally found Karl when the sun had already started to set. His wings had started to flutter anxiously. Puffing out and laying flat against his back again more and more as time went on and his second fiance wasn't found.
They'd made plans for dinner tonight. Not having been able to spend much quality time together having taken a toll on all of them so they decided on this as a solution. Karl had even proudly shown them how he'd written their names down on the back of his hand so he would remember and they'd all laughed about it as if it was an inside joke. Quackity had tried his hardest not to let the pain of it all seep into that laugh.
Had just awwed and had tried to push down the pang of hurt as he realized that it had gotten bad enough for Karl to have to do such things.
But there his fiancé was. Standing on a broad ledge about midway down the crater of what used to be l'manburg. Looking around with a slightly confused, yet blank expression. How had he even wandered this far away from Kinoko kingdom?
Quackity spread his wings, almost comically small compared to his body size yet somehow still functional through bounds of hybrid magic and a high metabolism, to step off the edge and gently glide towards Karl. Landing on the same ledge and approaching him from the side.
"Karlos?"
The man turned around after a second or so. Looking at him with those wide eyes and cocking his head to the side. There wasn't any recognition in his eyes. None of the usual glee that filled them when met with one of his fiancé's.
Quackity felt a rock settle in his stomach but tried to push it down. Maybe Karl was just tired. Maybe it would pass like the soreness he seemed to feel every time he returned from wherever he was off to on these occasions.
He'd never told them. They never pried. Knowing that if it was important that he'd tell them.
But now, standing infront of his future husband, calling him by their favourite petname and finding him absolutely unresponsive... well it might have been important after all
"...hey" Karl said. And it was warm but in the way he would greet a stranger and Quackity felt a crack in his heart.
"Hey honeycomb. Do you...do you want to go home?"
Karl looked at him for a long moment before slowly lifting his arm and pulling up his sleeve to uncover the back of his hand.
'Quackity Sapnap' it read, and beforementioned man felt a spark of hope grow in his stomach. Their names must help surely right?
"You're... Quackity...? Wait no- Sapna-Quackity. I-I'm so sorry this is rude but...who are you exactly?"
And there goes that spark.
Quackity felt like screaming, Flying off and hiding in the mountains or maybe plummeting himself into a monster pit and punching his fists raw. His fiancé had forgotten who he was. Who Sapnap was, who any of his friends were it seemed.
But being mad wouldn't solve anything. Being mad might upset Karl and he'd hate to give a bad first impression, how bizarre the idea of having to make a first impression at all was, put aside.
So he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before facing Karl again, a smile on his face. He could do this.
"You got it right the first time honeycomb." He said, forced lightness evident in his voice as he swung his arm around Karl's waist, the other leaning into him like he always did even if this was so very different.
“Let’s get you home hm? Sap is probably burning down the kitchen with how worried he is. We’ve been looking all day yaknow?”
Karl nodded, expression still beyond confused at the whole situation.
“Sap is...?” “Sapnap. Your fiance. One of the two actually.” He said, a sad smile plastered on his face as he grabs Karl’s hand, showing off the two matching rings they wore. Internally he did a little dance when the hand wasn’t pulled away and the other held a pleasantly surprised look on his face.
“Huh.”
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Sapnap had brown hair and wore a bandana. Those were the only features he could identify on the other man right before he was swooped into a hug so tight he was scared he’d break something. Though before that could happen gentle hands peeled Sapnap’s arms away from him and he could breathe again as the other two had what seemed like a staring contest. Sapnap deeply offended and the other guy...Quackity? Quackity seeming too tired for all of this right about now.
When Sapnap slowly tried to wrap his arms around Karl again Quackity let out a sigh and finally spoke.
“He doesn’t remember Sap.”
That stopped the other in his movement. He stood frozen in place, staring at Quackity with wide eyes for a long moment when finally...
“What’d he forget this time?”
“Us.”
“I’m sorry-” Karl went to say, but Sapnap had already backed himself into the very corner of the kitchen of the unfamiliar house that apparently belonged to them.
Karl didn’t even know which cupboard held the cups.
“You-”
“I don't know how he-”
“I’m sorry but uhm- what year is this?”
The two others stared at him- they seemed to be doing that a lot- and slowly Quackity started to give him a nervous smile, then a nervous chuckle, trying to laugh away the sheer hurt of it all.
“Don’t tell me you’re also forgetting the date now Karlos.”
“No, no it’s not that it’s just... I traveled a lot recently so it’s hard to keep track of what time I’m in.”
“You’ve... how do you travel Karl?” Sapnap came closer now, tears in his eyes and voice shaky. Quackity wasn’t much better.
Karl decided then and there that, if these people were truly his fiancés, that he’d probably tell them about his travels. Probably already had! He just couldn’t remember. Not that that was an uncommon thing...
“I-... by portal? The last one was 1850 I think. Yeah! see-?” he pointed at the date that had been messily scribbled on his wrist. “-The ones before I’m not sure of we’d have to check the books, I wrote it down there I think.”
He looked up from his little ramble to come face to face with two very shocked faces, one crying red hot tears and the other seeming close to crying the usual ones.
“You’re a time traveler Karl?”
Ah. So he hadn’t told them before this... Well, past him couldn’t really blame him for not remembering that now could he?
“Yes? It’s not... not voluntary i think. One of the books I read said it wasn’t voluntary at least...” he trailed of when he saw the looks of heartbreak on the two semi-strangers their faces.
“Someone is forcing you to timetravel?” Quackity asked in a small voice, barely contained rage simmering just under the surface of the words.
“I’m not sure who or what I just-can I maybe sit down?”
He was tired. He really was. This was all very confusing and the ring around his finger looked like it belonged there yet he’d never seen the people that it matched with before and his life was fading away from him and he just. wanted. a. nap.
“I-Yeahyeah you sit down honeycomb me and Sap will just- yeah go sit down.”
Truth be told Karl would really rather just take a nap. The inbetween had been odd. The travel had been painful and he’d much prefer it if his travels would stop ending in him having to once again experience what dying felt like without actually doing so.
But he sat down. The two people he was supposed to care about most in life standing in the kitchen and quietly talking to eachother. He felt weirdly...empty. He looked at his hands and felt like they were not his. like the smudged out names and dates and the dirt under his fingers that looks too much like the dried up blood that had caked under them after he'd-yeah. It all felt like it belonged to someone else.
He didn't even know where the cups were in this house and here he was. Two fiancé's and a headache richer and not remembering how he'd gotten either of them. Though he atleast had a hunch for the headache.
He looked around the mushroom themed home. Glancing over at where Quackity seemed to be holding Sapnap tight as his shoulder shook heavily, before he quickly turned his head away from them.
He'd caused that. He'd caused it and it felt wrong. He wasn't supposed to hurt these people. Sapnap had gone through enough.
If only he knew what the 'enough' was in that thought.
He was really lost wasn't he?
His eyes had begun to droop when the two other men walked up to him again. Sapnap with a slightly redder face and red rims under his eyes. Quackity with a set expression and the same red rimmed eyes.
"How about we get some sleep hm, Karlos? After that we can go to where you keep your books and read through them. Cog your memory a bit hm? How's that sound?"
Karl was nodding as soon as a bed was mentioned. Feeling the aches of the day (it had been 3 days. Yet in this time it seemed to have only been half a day or so.) settle into his bones and drag him down. Making or very hard to get up at all from the overly comfortable couch that he knew felt familiar but that he didn't remember ever sitting on.
Sapnap ended up carrying him to the bed. And he leaned into the man and felt himself laying his head against his chest to hear the steady heartbeat there. A vague memory that didn't feel like his reminding him that they'd done this before. That this happened regularly. And he pretended that his eyes weren't a little bit wet when he realised how he'd lost some of the best moments in his life.
And maybe he cried a little when he was laid in the bed ever so gently and ever so lovingly before a thick blanket was laid over him.
And maybe he cried a little more late at night, held by two people that felt like home but that he'd never met before and loved but had never spoken too.
And maybe he felt their arms tighten around him when he shook. And maybe he felt Quackity nestle his head further in the crook of his neck like he'd done so many unknown times before.
And maybe they would be alright. Maybe they'd go down to where his books were and read through them, memories flowing back to him with every page turn.
Maybe they would be alright for now.
But Quackity and sapnap held their hands intertwined ontop of Karl's chest. Knowing that, once Karl disappeared and reappeared again, more would be lost. And they'd have to start all over again.
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This is very ooc probably but I am tired and also ✨they✨
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Headache
Characters: Aragon, Legolas (platonic)
Word Count: 1,165
Warnings: None
Premise: Legolas’s grace and talent in weaponry aside, sometimes he lacks common sense. Much to the chagrin of his friends
In which Legolas is poisoned.
Author’s Note: Canon divergent ish. Hope you like it anon, and hope it’s what you were looking for!
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. After all, it was just a little headache, right? Legolas had experienced plenty of headaches, it wasn’t as this one was much different. No, all he need was a proper cup of herbal tea, and maybe a nap.
“Where’re you going?” Aragorn’s eyes were alert, something that the elf had gotten used to. Next to him Gimli, who looked five steps away from his own headache, jerked his head up in a similarly curious fashion.
“I’m just going to find some herbs.”
“Do you want me to help you look for what you need?”
“I’m fine.” Legolas waved his hand impatiently before making his way into the forest.
His gait was somewhat slow, but hardly unsteady. As he made his way through the trees he thanked Iluvatar that his vision was unimpaired, though it hurt a bit to open his eyes and he found himself wracked by waves of nausea. Thankfully this forest seemed to have plenty of the herb he needed, and he took little time in pulling out a few roots.
Wandering back to the campfire he pulled a pot out of the packs the group was carrying. Not wanting to think about the hobbits to who the pot belonged too he poured some water from his waterskin into it. The fire was blazing and it took no time at all. Now he strained all the sap he could out of the roots, sighing with satisfaction when the whole task was finally over. All the time Aragorn and Gimli were watching, the latter with interest, the former with wariness.
“Are you sure you’ve gotten the right herb?” Aragorn ventured.
“Of course I do.” Legolas scowled.
“I’m just making sure, these parts are very far away from Rivendell, or Mirkwood for that matter.”
“It’s called a common weed for a reason. Besides, I’ve traveled a lot longer than our current journey.”
“Just are you sure –”
“Of course I’m sure.” And with that Legolas gulped down the tea.
He knew within the hour that he’d definitely picked the wrong herb. His headache had failed to disappear, and though nothing seemed to be happening right now, he wasn’t exactly happy with the situation. Perhaps he’d prepared the herb wrong? If so then it would probably be alright, but Legolas’ usual nonchalant nature was replaced by one of unease, and he realized he probably should’ve paid a little more attention to what Aragorn had to say.
Of course regret for recklessness never truly kicks in until the consequences do. Legolas woke up feeling as if his every breath was on fire. His stomach was so tense it felt as if someone had dropped a rock on it, and though everything felt hot, much too hot, he found himself shivering, as if they were high up in the mountains, rather than in the forest. Head pounding he opened his mouth to speak, surprised by how weak it sounded.
“Aragorn… Strider…”
Kicking his poor companion, Legolas breathed a sigh of relief when Aragorn’s eyes almost immediately opened. The elf must’ve looked as terrible as he felt, for immediately Aragorn was sitting up.
“What happened?” Placing a hand on Legolas’ forehead Aragorn jolted back. “You’re burning.”
“Eating… mysterious plants… will do that to oneself.” Legolas laughed weakly. Aragorn, however, looked grim.
“Stay right here.” Aragorn shook his head. “Gimli!”
“H-hnrh. What is it?” The dwarf’s voice was vaguely slurred.
“Legolas has been poisoned. Make sure he doesn’t hurt himself anymore. I’m getting something.” And with that the man was gone.
It seemed like hours had passed, but really it must’ve only been a few minutes by the time Aragorn had come back. Legolas really couldn’t tell at this point. Both time and space seemed to swim, and everything was simultaneously too close and too far away to process. Although he couldn’t say that he didn’t register Aragorn’s movements, the loud sound his boots seemed to make when he returned, the way his voice rasped in Legolas’ ears, he also couldn’t say that he was altogether very aware of what Aragorn was doing, besides speaking loud enough to make Legolas’ head ring from the headache.
Eventually however whatever Aragorn had done was finished. Though Legolas found it difficult to see through his now hazy eyesight he nevertheless managed to writhe slightly at the sigh of another brew.
“You need to drink this.”
“…No.”
“I don’t think you have much of a choice in the matter.” Aragorn’s voice was sharp with impatience.
“I can still move.”
“For now. Legolas I promise I know what I’m doing. I made sure that all the ingredients were the right ones, do you want me to list them to you as you drink it.”
“I need… an apothecary.”
“I agree, but I can’t hand you off to one if you’re dead. Please.” For a moment Aragorn’s voice sounded utterly exhausted. “Please. Just… just drink this. For me if not for your wretched self. I won’t lose another member of the Fellowship. No matter what.”
It was as if that was what Legolas needed to hear. Ceasing his awkward movements he grimaced as the bitter liquid poured into his throat, nevertheless making sure to swallow it all. The results weren’t immediate, of course they weren’t, but Aragorn appeared to be satisfied enough to go and hitch up the horses, as Gimli sat next to Legolas, grumbling that this was surely the stupidest crisis he’d ever witnessed.
The brew, whatever it was, was as good as Aragorn said it would be, and though the apothecary was still somewhat appalled by the sight of the floored elf, Legolas felt a million times better than he had before. The procedure of ridding his system of the rest of the poison was a fairly drawn out and unpleasant task, and by the time the apothecary had proclaimed him cured Legolas wanted nothing more than to pass out for a few hours, and hopefully forget this day had ever happened.
Aragorn was waiting as Legolas exited the shop, a grim smile set across his face.
“What?” Legolas asked, tired and in no mood for arguing. “I’m sorry about the delay. It was reckless of me to do so, to make us wander to the outskirts of civilization where someone might report on our whereabouts. I understand it was idiotic. I’m sorry.”
“It was impressively idiotic.” Aragorn’s voice held the faintest hint of mirth. “Yet you survived.”
“I did.”
“Good. Don’t do it again.”
It wasn’t much said, but Legolas appreciated it. Lectures could come tomorrow, he knew he’d be getting an earful from Gimli too. For a moment he was reminded of the life he’d left behind, the scolding he’d receive from elders and friends alike in regards to his aloof recklessness.
Perhaps he’d made a mistake. Made a great deal of mistakes. But though his headache had yet to cease, his worries were gone.
Next time he’d trust his friend a little more.
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Entering the Dungeon because Bonnie said so
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Summary: Marceline came to Bonnie's aide when she called for Finn and Jake. She didn't expect to be going down a hundred floors while dealing with a shady princess.
Basically, I played Enter the Dungeon over the past two weeks and I have been writing this since the second night of playtime. Trying to write things before I forget them and it is following the canon of the game with some creative liabilities taken.
Words: 3616, Oneshot
Warnings: General Depictions of Violence
Characters: Bonnibel Bubblegum, Marceline Abadeer, Flame Princess
Ships: bubbline
Additional Tags: quests, dungeons, childhood trauma, swearing, adventure, conflict, kind of resolved kind of not, I feel like marcy and phoebe would have a neat dynamic, I've never seen them interact so, some of these scenes were legit my reaction, see: screaming
"Well, it looks like Ice King will be hanging around the Candy Kingdom now," Bonnie sighed. Marceline glanced at the dark entrance to the dungeon and shrugged.
"It's better than down there. At least up here, he can't get hurt," she decided. Bonnie looked at the hole as well and then back to Marceline.
"Marcy, I think you should let the boys handle this one," she stated seriously. Marceline shifted the umbrella in her grip and unfolded her legs to touch the ground.
"Why? I'll be fine."
"Well, asides from the fact that you have been returning up here frequently covered in wounds and the fact that Death is seemingly hunting you down, those aren't just any ancient ruins down there."
"How bad can it be?"
"Mushroom war. If my associations are correct from the information you've given me, then the same city you used to live in” Marceline stiffened. "Finn and Jake can deal with this, you just take a breather, okay?"
"No," Marceline shook her head. "I can take care of it. Just some old relics, nothing a woman like me can't face." Bonnie eyed her warily.
"If you're sure," she said slowly. "Please be careful."
"Send me down, Bonnibel."
~
"What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!" Marceline shrieked.
"Marcy are you okay?" Bonnie's crackly voice asked, her projection appearing from the holo-pendant. Marceline leaned against the stone wall, her breathing heavy staring at her punctured legs that were bleeding.
"Just fine," she said sarcastically. "Almost got staked by some rusty metal pipes. Bonnie, this is post-war technology. What did you do?"
"I have important research down there, I had to defend it at least a little bit."
"The thousands of lost souls weren't enough?"
“It’s to protect it from them,” Bonnie snapped. “If these criminals got their hands on it, the Candy Kingdom would be in danger.”
“Oh, yeah, if the political prisoners found evidence you were a corrupt leader then you’d be overthrown.”
“It’s a real threat!” Marceline rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. I wished my healing worked down here.”
“Bodily magic doesn’t work because some of those creatures down there have natural magical prowess.”
“Too bad that there are tons of magic weapons down here.” The spikes retreated and Marceline pushed herself up, floating slowly around with her axe prone and ready. “What about the plants?”
“They’ve mutated to become immune to the limitation,” Bonnie explained.
“Speaking of plants, there’s one now.”
~
Marceline felt the wind leave her body as she was knocked against the wall, the deer’s antlers puncturing her legs and it licked her.
“Gross! Back off!” She kicked the deer’s underbelly and pushed it off her, slamming her axe down on the deer’s neck. She shakily stood up and was grabbed, a muzzle rubbing against her neck. She hissed as she felt new instincts override her other ones. She pushed herself up and slid under the wolf, standing up to hit it with the neck of her bass causing it to recoil. She slashed across its chest and took a deep breath, stumbling towards the stairwell.
She watched as a green portal opened and Death stepped out, a brown satchel on his waist and he tipped his cap towards her.
“I see you,” he said and Marceline braced herself, taking in the area and how much space she had. She dashed to the left and hugged the wall, growling when she felt skeletal fingers wrap around her forearm. She was jerked backwards and she felt Death’s skull touch her cheek. She could practically feel the energy drained from her as she struggled before she finally got her arm out of his grasp.
She dived for the stairs and fell down them, at the bottom turning back to look. Death stood at the top and made finger guns towards her.
“Kiss of Death, baby.”
“Fuck you,” Marceline hissed.
~
“Bonnibel, how did you get lava down there,” Marceline asked as she watched the wounds heal. Bonnie handed her a vial of a purple liquid that she drank, whatever cursed her fading away.
“Various tunnels and educated usage of pressure and-”
“It was more rhetorical. But I did get burned. And stabbed. And shot. And kissed without my consent.”
“What? Who kissed you?” Bonnie exclaimed.
“Death. He was blocking the stairs so I tried to duke him but he caught me. I did manage to get down the stairs though.” Marceline tapped her cheek in the spot that Bonnie assumed she was kissed. “Good thing I’m already dead.”
“Death shouldn’t be hanging around in the dungeon,” Bonnie muttered. “It’s interfering with the mortal realm and not allowing the natural flow to keep order.”
“Well, you’re throwing people in a dungeon and barring magic. That messes with the natural flow,” Marceline pointed out.
“Shut up,” Bonnie snapped. “Have you found any signs of the hoomans?”
“None. I’m going to head back down though, I’ll find them.” Bonnie grabbed her wrist and locked eyes with her.
“Marceline, you’re getting close to a bad place. A place that you were nine-hundred ninety-nine years ago. I really think you should stay up here this time."
"Bonnibel, it will be fine. Send me down."
~
Marceline stared at the ruined food truck, a flood of emotions overwhelming her. She listened to the sea of growling and heard a soft humming mixed in. She picked up a rock and threw it at the truck, the old voice box still working. The red siren turned on, illuminating the maze in red light. Her breathing became unsteady and rapid when the oozers began to glow, and she spotted a hooman among them. The hooman saw her as well and started happily skipping towards her.
She took out her axe and started swinging at the oozers, their green insides spilling out onto the ground. When the hooman was close enough, she grabbed her wrist and bolted, bringing her to the fence and kicking open the gate. She looked over at Susan’s grateful face and to the entrance of the maze and sighed.
“I’m booked for this, aren’t I?”
~
“Marceline! Marceline are you okay?” Bonnie grabbed her arm and started looking over her body, circling her and checking over the exposed skin and where the clothes were ripped.
“Bonnie, I’m fine. I can’t believe they’re still down there.” Bonnie stopped and stepped back.
“I couldn’t get rid of them. If that green goop even touches you that’s it. I just thought if I buried them then that would be the end of it. How the hoomans even got down there I don’t know.”
“Probably something to do with that buff cat chick,” Marceline jabbed her thumb towards Susan.
“Maybe. I’ll ask her later. But Marcy, that one got really dicey. Everyone made it out safely, but you almost didn’t. That swarm could have easily overwhelmed you. Can you please let Finn and Jake take care of this? I really don’t want you to get hurt.”
“And I don’t want them to get hurt,” Marceline mumbled. “I’m the best choice for this. I can teleport back to the surface, I know how to fight, I’ve been in all these places before. Plus I can literally eat the red bullets.”
“If you insist,” Bonnie sighed. She pulled her necklace and started fiddling with it. “What floor?”
~
“Marce, that one was close. This is the seventh time,” Bonnie scolded. Marceline shrugged and leaned on her.
“I’m exhausted,” she complained. “Magic Man hit me with some bullshit.”
“A strength-sapping spell,” Bonnie murmured. She pulled a herb out of her bag and placed it on top of Marceline’s head. “Stand still,” she instructed and counted under her breath before removing it. “You need to rest for at least three hours.”
“No,” she slurred, backing up and swaying on her feet. “I can keep going. I just…” She started falling forward and Bonnie caught her, sighing.
“Will you just go take a nap or something?” she asked. Marceline groaned.
“Don’t let anyone else go in there. I can deal with this myself,” she ordered and Bonnie pushed her back, keeping one hand on Marceline’s shoulder and crossing over her chest.
“Cross my heart,” Bonnie smiled. Marceline raised her umbrella in the air.
“I am going to the corner,” she announced and wandered off towards Choose Goose.
~
“Marceline, things are looking really dangerous. You keep having to retreat back up here,” Bonnie said softly. Marceline shrugged.
“Whatever, I’m still making it out,” she stated. Bonnie crossed her arms.
“You almost aren’t,” Bonnie scolded. “Do you want some help?”
“Bonnibel Bubblegum fighting in a dungeon? I don’t know.” Bonnie rolled her eyes.
“No, a token per se. Something that’ll protect you.” Marceline shook her head aggressively.
“No. I don’t need any help. None! Send me down!”
“If you say so,” Bonnie sighed.
~
“Will you accept my offer now?” Bonnie asked, placing her hands on her hips. Marceline put a hand on her forehead and clenched her jaw.
“Fine. Yes. What do you have.”
“Pep-but! Grab the sweater!” Bonnie called. Peppermint Butler came running with a knitted pink sweater folded in his arms. “Thanks, Peps. Marcy, arms up.” She took the sweater from his arms and held it. Marceline used her free hand to motion towards herself.
“Umbrella.”
“You have telekinesis.”
“Oh, yeah.” She let the umbrella float above her slightly higher and she raised her arms. Bonnie slid it carefully over her head and adjusted her collar. Marceline scratched at it.
“This is tight, Bons,” Marceline complained. Bonnie smiled shyly.
“It’s made of the strongest magic out there,” she said quietly. Marceline quirked an eyebrow.
“O-kay. I thought you thought magic was a sham.” She tugged at the hem of it and frowned, her eyes narrowing at Bonnie. “Why can’t I take it off?”
“Well, you see, I had a feeling you might try to take it off, and for your own safety, I may have had it engineered so that you couldn’t take it off until you were in a sound state. Since you’re going back in, it recognizes that you are going to be in harm’s way.”
“I should have known there’d be a catch,” Marceline grumbled.
“It’s in your best interest,” Bonnie stated.
“That doesn’t make it right. Look, I’m just going back down. I’m getting to the bottom of this.”
~
Marceline carefully pulled the pink sweater over her head and slid it over the umbrella handle.
“I’m not putting that back on,” she growled and sighed. “Everything is covered in your gum down there, you’ve been having fun without me? And since when did you have a giant pink cat thing and a huge gryphon eagle thing?”
“Goliad and Stormo? I’m glad they’re still balancing each other out.”
“I’m not getting an explanation? I should’ve expected that.”
“Also, I’m sorry but your corner is occupied now. I thought you could all use a break from the dungeon and while you may not enjoy the opportunity, the Nightosphere offered a challenge for anyone who felt so inclined. Maybe while everyone does that you can rest?”
“Why are you pushing me to slow down? I’m in my groove right now. You’re not my mom,” Marceline snapped.
“I’m not trying to be your mom! I care about you and I’m worried you’re pushing yourself too hard!”
“Well geez, it’s nice of you to care after all this time! I know my limits! I’ll show you! I’m going to the Nightosphere!”
“Marceline!”
“Don’t come after me,” she snapped and stalked off. Bonnie hugged herself and grimaced.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
~
“Are you going to calm down now?” Bonnie asked. Marceline kicked the dirt angrily.
“No. But I think I give up for now. That whole jam is ridiculous. There’s so much going on at once. I think the normal chaos is what I prefer right now. You know, I think it’d be cool if you came down too.” Bonnie shifted uncomfortably.
“Someone needs to stand guard here.” Marceline motioned towards the banana guards to either side.
“Found two,” she pointed out.
“It has to be me,” Bonnie insisted. She leaned over and whispered so only Marceline could hear. “You know how incompetent these guys can be.”
“Whatever you say P-Bubs.”
~
“So, how’d Flame Princess get locked down there, in the lab that belongs to you trapped in a machine you made.” Bonnie shrugged.
“No idea.”
“You can’t keep trying to ruin Finn’s relationship, girl. It’s an unhealthy obsession.”
“It’s not an obsession, it’s a coincidence! It’s a coincidence that she got trapped in my machinery
“You aren’t confirming it or denying it.”
"I don't need to. I'm not that cruel a woman that I would trap a child for a science experiment."
"Actually-"
"Don't." Bonnie held a finger out to stop Marceline from continuing. "There's no reason for me to lock Flame Princess up, especially when she herself is the biggest threat to the Candy Kingdom. It isn't wise to poke the bear with a stick, you know what I mean?"
“Yeah, I guess. She really wants to join the travel party now, so she might still be gunning to destroy the kingdom.” Bonnie placed a nervous hand on her cheek and glanced warily towards Flame Princess, who appeared to be trying to explain something to Finn.
“Could you keep an eye on her?” Bonnie asked.
“I’m not a babysitter,” Marceline snapped and sighed, “but yeah, I guess. I’d rather all of Ooo not be lit on fire. I’ll take her with me.” Bonnie smiled gratefully. “Anything I need?”
“I recommend a fire-resistance charm, in case you get caught in the crossfire.” Marceline nodded and dropped some gold in her hand. “I’ll use the charm, and that armour Finn hates too. Also, let Flame Princess use whatever token she wants, I don’t care.”
“Flame Princess! Marceline wants you to come with her!” Bubblegum shouted and the teen came running, small fires dotting her every step.
~
“That was exhilarating! So many things happening at once, so many creatures and questions! I knew that Bubblegum was no good!” Phoebe exclaimed.
“Hey, cut her some slack. She’s been at this for a long time,” Marceline growled. Flame Princess looked at her in confusion.
“You can’t honestly look at all this and tell me she’s not evil or at least bad. Look at all this stuff! Living beings forced to stay down here to the rest of their lives. Why? Is what they did really bad enough to deserve this?”
“Yes!” Marceline snapped. “And you don’t know Bonnie like I do.”
“Well, how do you know her so well?”
“I know her so well because-”
“You have done well to come this far,” A voice echoed, startling both girls. Marceline and Phoebe both looked to the speaker.
“Bonnie? What are you doing all the way down here?” Marceline asked.
“Something evil I bet,” Phoebe spat and Marceline whacked the back of her head, ignoring the burning sensation. Bonnibel frowned.
“This is my dungeon,” she said plainly. “And this room is the bottom of it. So, great job! You can go home now, back to the surface or whatever.”
“I don’t think so. There’s probably something in here that you’re hiding,” Phoebe hissed. Marceline raised an eyebrow.
“This doesn’t make sense. What’s down here, Peebs?” Bonnie chuckled nervously.
“Nothing! This is the bottom. That’s it. But just to be safe,” she glared discreetly at Phoebe “I need you to promise me you will not touch my desk back there. It has important research on it that you could mess up. This could be your final quest in this adventure, just promise me. Royal promise. No touchies.”
“I’m not promising anything,” Marceline insisted. Bonnie shook her head.
“You have to.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Fine! Whatever!” Marceline threw up her arms in defeat. Bonnie smiled. It wasn’t one of her normal smiles, not one of the ones Marceline was used to. It was empty and cold. Her eyes were unreadable.
“I think we’re done here then. Thank you for solving the mystery.” Marceline looked her up and down and walked past her, looking down at the table. Phoebe walked up beside her and glanced at Marceline.
“These papers are unreadable,” she whispered. Marceline absentmindedly picked up one of the papers, seeing the words were faded and the pictures were half-erased. Then the wall in front of them opened, showing a dark pink gum tunnel.
“Are you serious? What the fuck is wrong with you! Where does this even go?” Marceline shouted. She spun around to face Bonnibel and scowled at the expression on her face. An expression she hadn’t seen in centuries, since they had broken up. Her eyes were narrowed and she had a slight frown. Her hands were folded neatly in front of her and she straightened her back to look at them like she was above them.
You’ll never know where it goes,” she said slowly, “you broke a royal promise. And you know what that means. I’m sorry girls, it’s business.” Marceline saw out of the corner of her eye a fireball that Phoebe had thrown before they both teleported above the kingdom, standing on a cotton candy cloud and looking up at the Gumball Guardians.
“I told you,” Phoebe shouted. Marceline growled and readied her axe.
~
“Well, at least I’ll get a metal song out of this,” Marceline mumbled. Phoebe scoffed.
“You’re thinking about music? I’m thinking about revolution!” Her hands lit up and she prepared to attack before Bonnibel ran out in front of them.
“Wait! You don’t understand! I know this thing looks like a monster, but you have to listen to me! It doesn’t want to hurt you! It just-” A gum tentacle swung out and grabbed her, causing both Marceline and Phoebe to jump back.
“Bonnie! You’re not getting out of this that easily!” She lunged forward only to get hit in the face with a metal ball, knocking her back. Phoebe dragged her to her feet.
“Think smart!” She barked.
~
Marceline was angry at Bubblegum, but seeing everyone else rail on her for something she herself had done as well, made her get a bit protective. She’d deal with the lying later.
“Wouldn’t you lie to protect your weird old parents too?” Marceline snapped. She floated down and wrapped her arms around Bonnie’s shoulders, glaring at the entire crew. She glanced at Bonnie for a split second and saw her small smile and she flashed one back. She was still holding her when the mass of gum began to separate.
~
“Thanks for helping me out, I do wish you could’ve done it without killing my parents though,” Bonnie said. Marceline raised an eyebrow.
“They aren’t dead. We can go catch them if you want.”
“No, no. They’ll come back if they want,” Bonnie sighed. “Marceline, come inside. I want to speak with you privately.”
“Okay, sure.” Marceline followed her up the candy steps and through the winding halls, ending in Bonnie’s room. She motioned towards the bed.
“Sit down,” she ordered and Marceline obliged, sitting down with her arms crossed. “I want to apologise to you.”
“For what? For sending me on a wild goose chase? For trying to get your gumball guardians to murder me? For lying to me and tricking me? For literally putting all of us in mortal danger? Which one is it?” Marceline snarled. Bonnie winced.
“All of that, listen, Marceline, I didn’t want to do all that! But responsibility demands sacrifice and the cost kept escalating. I didn’t expect it to get so out of hand before it was already there. I was running out of ways to stop you.”
“Maybe the best way to have stopped me would have been to tell the truth? Did you ever consider that?” Marceline snapped. “Everyone could have died, get that through your thick skull! All of us could have died!” She stood up and sat back down, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking deep breaths. “I don’t even know how long it’s been, all I know is you haven’t changed a bit. You put your own pride over the actual lives of other people.”
“Marceline-”
“No, Bonnie, listen. It’s been like this for centuries. It’s exhausting. I had thought you were different now. I really did. But I guess old habits die hard.”
“I’m trying to change. I really am Marcy. I just- I was scared. You know what it’s like to have to face the potential of losing your parents. You know what it’s like to lose them. I don’t. I just had to come head-to-head with it today. It’s not okay that I did all that, but I panicked,” Bonnie rambled. Marceline stood up and shook her head.
“I’m going home. I have a killer headache and I’m tired. I got up to come help and I did, so my job’s done.” She rubbed her temple and walked to the door, reaching for the handle only for her hand to be grabbed.
“I’m sorry. I want you to know that. I really am sorry.” She hesitated. She looked to Bonnie and inhaled sharply. She did look remorseful, but sometimes remorse was not enough.
“Sorry doesn’t fix this,” she mumbled. Bonnie looked away.
“I understand.” She quickly hugged Marceline and backed away, walking to filter through her closet. “It’s okay if you never forgive me. I wouldn’t blame you.”
“I’ve forgiven you for worse,” Marceline stated. “But this one will take me a bit. I’ll text you eventually.” She strolled out and narrowly avoided Peppermint Butler who was coming into the room, getting called some harsh words as she opened her umbrella to make her way home.
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Joe, Ben and a puppy (headcanon)
For @heybuddy-drabbles
Happy Birthday, we-only-have-one-braincell-and-eleven-hours-difference-in-timezone writing and fandom partner-in-crime. Couldn’t have asked for more. Love you.
Please please please make a HC about Joe sharing Ben's love an attention when/if(?) they get a puppy. HAHA
Joe gets Ben a Jack Russell Terrier puppy the same year they finally decided they’re moving in together (which loosely means coming back from wherever they were working/filming, to one place which is sort-of home) as their anniversary gift and Ben cries (because Ben cries at everything, isn’t this canon anyway) and tells Joe, ‘This means we are never breaking up.’
Joe replies with, ‘Good luck thinking I will ever let you out of my life.’ And that makes Ben laugh-cry, and Joe kisses him and more seriously tells him that he loves him, so much, and Ben says, ‘I love you too, you big sap, you have no idea.’
And Joe proceeds to call upon defense and explain how he is not a big sap and Ben listens to him and nods and laugh and after a while shuts him up and makes him lose his train of thought by kissing him.
Joe is glad now that Ben has Sammy to cuddle with at night whenever he’s not with Ben or goes to bed later than the blonde.
But then he realizes he kind of misses Ben’s cuddles. He doesn’t say it though.
He also starts waking up early to feed Sammy whenever Ben had a long night or just arrived at ungodly hour in the AM from wherever he was filming or attending press, etc. and he wants Ben to sleep in as much as possible.
He’ll sigh, barely awake and tell Sammy, ‘You’re lucky I love your papi this much.’
Ben does everything with Sammy. Swimming, taking naps, running/walking at the park.
So what does Sammy do with Joe? Go for drives, that’s what. Sammy also has the same cute habit like his papi. A bit of wind in his face, steady drive on a long road and he’d fall asleep like a baby. Joe would end up taking a pic and sending it to Ben and Ben would reply with, ‘Have I never told you how much I worry about your driving habits?’
Joe would reply, ‘No. You and Sammy just end up sleeping every time.’
‘Just keep your eyes on the road, love, please.’
Joe would listen, for like, 10 minutes. Then he would start taking random, funny pics of him and Sammy and send them to Ben anyway.
Another thing Sammy likes to do is to stand on any possible surface on Joe’s body whenever he is lying down on his back or stomach, reading or scrolling through his phone, or sitting and typing away on his Macbook. Said surfaces include but not limited to: shoulder blades, along the spine, chest, torso. The best is when Joe is sitting at his work desk and Sammy could stand up on the back of his neck and shoulder blades so it gives him a good vantage point to look outside the window and bird watch.
Sammy loves bird watching. So much so that Ben notices one or two that would actually be comfortable enough to land and stay near Sammy while the pup just sits and watches them. Once, he fell asleep watching them, and that’s when Ben and Joe decided they need a bird bath and a bird feeder in their backyard. Sammy has never been so overjoyed in his life when the birds start coming by more regularly.
Sometimes Joe likes to jokingly say Sammy is Ben in a pup form. He rarely ever leaves any of them alone (except for maybe when he bird watches). He gets excited and jump in when they’re sitting together/cuddling/kissing on the couch/in bed and Ben had to actually put him in another room/outside to play/bird watch otherwise they would never be left alone to have some time to themselves and get frisky (ahem).
As much as Ben spoils him (he carries Sammy around like a baby and talks to him like he’s one too sometimes - Joe does neither) it is actually Joe that Sammy knows he could get away with most things, because generally Joe reacts to Sammy’s behaviour in real-time and is none the wiser about what have actually happened previously. For example, Ben might have fed Sammy breakfast, but he’d come to Joe, who could be doing work at his desk, generally pretty oblivious to his surrounding, and sits down on the floor and places his head on Joe’s feet, making a sad face and whimpering ever so slightly. After a while, Joe would ask him what does he want? Is he hungry? Want a treat? And that’s how Sammy ends up eating multiple times in a day and gets away with it.
But Ben notices this eventually, and they start having a Sammy feeding chart at home where they tick completed mealtime for Sammy so they don’t overfeed the pup. Joe still usually ends up being the one giving him more treats anyway, because he can’t look at Sammy’s literal puppy-eyes and does nothing about it.
Like Ben, Sammy also has no chill and is possessive af. He doesn’t like it when papi or dad doesn’t want to play with him or do something with him, and he dislikes it the most when people he doesn’t know come too close to either papi or dad and gets touchy-feely with them.
But he loves kids. Probably as much as he loves birds, if not more. The best thing after going to the park and running around playing with any kids who wants to play with him there, is going to one of those Mazzellos’ lunches/barbecues/get-together where he gets to play all day long with the kids, and the first time they brought Sammy to the Mazzello family house, the kids don’t clamber all over uncle Joe or drag uncle Ben to play ball with them too much/for too long. They love playing with Sammy because he’s a smart boy who adapts himself to any game they’re playing, and even sits down all prim and proper when the girls decide they want to play tea party and never touches their dolls or teddy bears whenever they play pretend house or picnic with them.
Sammy would also be the catalyst of ‘are they or aren’t they?’ question surrounding their relationship. They don’t parade their relationship, confirm anything or appear in any event as a couple, so sometimes when they’re promoting a new movie (either as actor or director) they get asked this and their answer is always the same, they don’t discuss their private lives.
Joe never thought he would ever have a dog in his house, clean (after) him, feed him, play with him, bring him to the vet, generally does everything a dog owner does (just with less Sammy-is-a-baby behaviour/attitude like Ben), but then again he never thought he’d have a boyfriend that he’d be in a long-term relationship with, so sometimes he tells Sammy ‘I’m lucky to have you and your papi in my life,’ when Ben isn’t anywhere within earshot to hear him.
#hardzello#hardzzello#joe x ben#joe mazzello x ben hardy#parallel hearts#parallel hearts future#sammy#nadia!#birthday gift#headcanon#hardzello headcanon#chapter 13 revamped and coming your way soon
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Cursed Lance (Meta #1)
Hey, guys! I’ve been meaning to do a few posts like this where I kind of go in depth about something related to Valter that would kind of seem out of place, were I to try to include the details in an actual post. I like the idea of this because, while Valter is pretty much just a walking, breathing pile of trash, I think that looking around the world around him can add a bit of depth as to WHY he’s as fucked up as he is, and the effect that has on everything around him.
So I thought I’d get started on the one thing integral to understanding his character, and that’s understanding my take on his famed Cursed Lance. It gets kinda long, so I’m gonna place most of this under a cut. But if you plan on interacting with Valter in the future, I’d consider this a must-read!
Okay, first let’s get all of the canon stuff that we know out of the way, for those who aren’t privy on FE8 lore. Most of the information we have about the cursed lance comes from a conversation between Duessel and Cormag.
It’s extremely powerful
The cursed lance is a family heirloom that belongs to Duessel
You CAN touch and carry it around safely, as long as you don’t use it in battle
If you use it in battle, you’ll go insane (unless vague stipulations are met)
The insanity stays with you, even if the lance is later taken away (Valter wasn’t in possession of the lance during the in-game events of FF8 at all)
Lance apparently glitters with an unnatural light and emits a powerful aura
Valter’s eyes shine with the same light when in battle
Though Valter was never really a “good” person, the effect of the lance made him ten times worse (More on that in a later post!)
I’ll also make a quick note on the cursed lance as it appears in FE Heroes. 16 Might, which is on par with other melee legendary weapons like Armads and Raijinto, but it also has TWO effects. Not only does it accelerate the Special trigger by reducing the cool down rate by one (like the killer lance, Mystletainn, or Hauteclere), but it ALSO increases attack and speed by 2 each, at the expense of 4 health per combat phase.
In other words, it makes him more deft, more powerful, and a more savage attacker, but not at all more DURABLE. (Unlike Fury, which will sap your health each phase, but will also make you more resistant to both physical and magical damage.) In fact, it actually SAPS your health, making it harder to survive the longer you stay and fight.
Now, to be fair, Valter is already fairly chunky (having a base of 34 def and 42 health at 5* level 40 is nothing to sneeze at), but I think this says a lot about the effect the cursed lance has on Valter. He’ll always be crazy as fuck with or without it in his hands, but having the Cursed Lance directly in his grasp will actually make him even MORE reckless than he usually is. And more dangerous as well.
He knows that the lance grants him more power, which is why he’s often seen with it, even if he’s not supposed to be heading into battle any time soon. It just makes him feel… more secure. Like a nightmarish version of a comfort blanket. And the prolonged exposure to the lance has had detrimental effects on his body as a whole, but it’s hard for him to recognize that with the seducing power of the lance thrumming in his head constantly. Most notable examples being, decreased appetite and especially decreased desire for sleep.
Notice that I didn’t say the lance decreases his NEED for food or sleep – it just makes him FEEL like it does. Most days, I’d say he’d get only like 2 hours of sleep (most of which consists of really quick power-naps taken through the day – I’m talking a minute each, at most), and might go most of the day without realizing he needs to eat, only to quickly find himself in danger of passing out due to low blood sugar. Incidentally, this is why his eyes always look so… weird. Tired, almost. He’s running his body ragged and doesn’t even realize it. It won’t be long before the madness takes him completely and he ends up in a coffin.
Speaking of “madness”, perhaps calling what the lance gave him is a bit of a misnomer. He’s not insane at all – he can be incredibly cunning, manipulative, and crafty. He clearly understands basic rules of the universe and won’t try to do something that would be ACTUALLY insane, like jumping off of a cliff without his wyvern because he thinks he can fly by himself. What it DID do is strip him of basic human emotions and morality – the concepts of shame, loyalty, fear, and even empathy seem as alien to him as someone trying to explain theoretical physics to a dog.
The lance has also warped his perception of the world around him – usually in regards to his abilities. As I said before, the lance doesn’t make him invincible, or even more sturdy. It just makes him FEEL like it does, which can often make him over-estimate his abilities in relation to others (as seen when he cockily challenges the twins to a fight and admits to Cormag that he slaughtered his brother in FE8, and gets his ass handed to him in result). He thinks of himself as the strongest, toughest Wyvern Knight to ever exist, and it’s just… It’s not true.
Okay, this is already getting pretty long, so here’s another bullet point list about misc things I couldn’t seem to fit in anywhere else.
I have no idea how Valter got the lance in FE Heroes, considering that he only had the weapon in FE8 for a short time years before the in-game events ever happened
I think the most probably explanation is that he broke into Duessel’s crib and stole it from him, possibly even killing him in the resulting scuffle.
Valter’s eyes are usually bright blue, but will occasionally flash a vivid purple while in combat. This is the gleam Cormag described as Valter’s eyes and the lance sharing. (Based on his special portrait in Heroes)
The foreboding aura the lance exudes is a chilling aura – just being around it can make the air feel 10 degrees Fahrenheit (~5.55 C?) cooler
I probably describe Valter’s hands as being cold a lot. That’s a direct consequence of handling the lance.
Yearning for blood is a physically painful experience for him. When he hasn’t killed in a while, he almost feels as if the lance burns to the touch.
There’s no way to know if that’s mental or an actual, physical property of the lance. Outside observers who touch the lance during times he swears it’s burning him say it’s as cold as it usually is.
Valter is 6′7″ (~200 cm) tall. In his glory days before handling the lance, Valter was 265 pounds (120.202 kg) heavy, with most of that being muscle.
The lance tricking him into thinking he doesn’t need to eat has caused him to lose weight (and, consequently, muscle mass) over the years. He’s now 245 pounds (111.13 kg)
The lance has caused him to throw most of his self care out of the window, but he still takes absolutely meticulous care of his hair. That’s for reasons I’ll get into at a later time.
The lance has dulled his sense of touch pretty significantly, making him more pain resistant. Again, this does nothing to make him more resistant to damage -- he’s just less likely to notice it. Which can be a bad thing.
The lance also sharpens his sense of sight and hearing slightly. If he concentrates, he can hear incredibly soft noises like someone breathing a room away from him. He can make out details from farther distances and see extremely well in low light.
#meta post#headcanons#god this took forever#i hope you guys enjoy it!#i worked really hard on this#it's been sitting in my drafts for days hehe#i know it's long af#that's why i tried to increase readability by making bullet points and highlighting things#lmk if you have any suggestions about how to improve it for next time!#valter meta#war meta#mega meta
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this is a place where i don’t feel alone
@bellamythology: here, have some post-canon family feels ;)
for 2 Anons: “clarke is upset that their daughter said bellamy is better at braiding hair” + “clarke feeling inept bellamy makes parenting look easy? like, he raised o, right? he has experience! and since their kid left her womb he has no problem bathing, feeding, burping, putting them to sleep and all.”
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Raven’s eyes widened in sympathy as Clarke stumbled into the dining hall, dark bags under her eyes and limp hair falling out of her braid. “I thought he was sleeping through the night already?”
“He does,” Clarke said through a wide yawn. “But apparently he thinks the morning starts as soon as the sun comes up.”
“Well, technically he’s not wrong.”
“Et tu, Brute?” Looking significantly more awake than he should given, that he’d been the one to get up with their son, Bellamy set a plate of early strawberries in front of Clarke as he sat down beside her. “That’s exactly what Grandpa Marcus said when I dropped our Crispus off this morning.”
“If you keep calling him that, he might think it’s his actual name.” Raven cocked her head, bemused.
Clarke sighed. “Shockingly, Horatio doesn’t really lend itself to any nicknames, so we’re trying out a few to see which stick. That one’s not going back into the rotation, obviously.”
“Why not? It’s an actual Roman cognomen and it means curly-haired.” Bellamy smiled charmingly, the very picture of an (unfairly hot) history nerd in his element, and Clarke was almost tired enough to just let him win yet another argument on the appeal of that look alone. Almost. “Is it my fault it’s accurate?”
“Is it your fault our son’s head is covered in adorable but untamable curls? Genetically speaking, absolutely.” Clarke reached over to ruffle Bellamy’s hair, already mussed from sleep. (Sometimes she would look over and think that her son looked just like Bellamy, before remembering all over again that yes, she actually had a child — an adorable, impossibly stubborn, alarmingly adventurous little boy with dark curly hair and improbable blue eyes — with this man. Her partner, her best friend. Her man.)
“Hey, you like my hair.”
“Eh, it’s okay.”
He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, making her shiver. “Liar. You didn’t seem to think it was just okay this morning when you —”
“Ew, get a room,” Raven interjected from across the table, though she was grinning. “Is this what you guys do all day after you foist the kids off on your unsuspecting extended family?”
“I wouldn’t call them unsuspecting. Most of them are pretty eager to do it, and they knew what they were signing up for when they came begging us to let them babysit. And after all the trouble we went through for them, I think the delinquents owe us more than a few hours of childcare.”
Being one of said delinquents, Raven just smirked. “I’ve got Madi this afternoon, right? I’ll see you guys then. And try to keep it in your respective pants; your own kids are running around this camp.”
“Not if Grandma and Grandpa do their job!” Clarke called after her, but she was smiling too.
Every so often, Clarke was reminded how lucky it was that Madi had already been well out of babyhood by the time she’d found her. She honestly wasn’t sure if she’d survive parenthood without Bellamy, so she was beyond glad that she would never have to find out.
Even before he was named, Horatio had taken up nearly all his parents’ combined attention and worry, which was saying quite a lot considering theirs was a partnership that had averted wars and survived the literal apocalypse.
Bellamy had pretended to be disappointed, claiming that all his “best” names were for girls before adding thoughtfully, “But then again, a lot of them have masculine forms, which would work for a boy.”
“I just spent nine hours pushing out your son,” Clarke had huffed. “Could you wait ten minutes before you try to talk me into anything questionable?”
That had gotten a laugh out of Abby as she handed back the bundle of blankets that was her newborn grandson. “I’ll leave you two to argue over his name while I break the news to Madi that she’s officially a big sister now. Any chance you’ll have reached an agreement by the time we get back?”
“Probably not,” Bellamy said softly. His gaze had yet to leave the baby, now back in Clarke’s arms; there was a tenderness in his eyes that Clarke had never seen before, and she felt herself tearing up at the thought of her expanding family.
“He’s so small,” Clarke remarked in awe, gently tracing the outlines of the baby’s tiny face. “And so perfect.”
“Just like his mom.”
She made a face in lieu of answering that, wrinkling up her nose so adorably that Bellamy couldn’t resist leaning over to drop a kiss on it. Of course, that woke their son up, and he immediately began to make his displeasure known. Loudly. Her efforts to quiet him fruitless, Clarke was all too happy to let Bellamy try when he offered.
As he paced calmly up and down the room with the baby, she asked wryly, “You wouldn’t happen to know a Latin name that means ‘noisy,’ would you? Or ‘disruptive’?”
“Who’s coming up with questionable names now?”
Before long, though, the baby had quieted again, his eyes — the same light shade as his mother’s, though Abby had pointed out they were likely to get darker as he got older — wide and alert. Paired with his tiny frown, he looked surprisingly contemplative: a smaller version of Bellamy in one of his pensive moods.
“He looks like he’s seen some sh — stuff.” She knew it would be a while before the baby started learning to parrot words, but it would probably take that whole time to break the habit.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Bellamy smiled a little, self-conscious.
“Horatio. That’s not a bad name.”
Their son blinked, then settled into sleep.
“I guess that’s a yes, then.”
Bellamy leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You did good, Mom.”
“We did good. He’s half you; don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily.”
That got a soft laugh out of him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
As the days passed, though, it quickly became clear that first burst of noise would be more indicative of Horatio’s usual pattern of behavior than his later tranquility — at least, when he wasn’t being cared for by his father.
To Clarke, all his cries sounded the same: earsplitting and incomprehensible. Yet Bellamy seemed to effortlessly make sense of them, instantly knowing whether the baby wanted food or a nap or a change or just to be picked up. At first she was relieved that this shifted the main responsibility to her partner, who was more than happy to shoulder it, but after watching some of the other mothers in camp she started to feel like she should be better at this.
“People talk about maternal instincts all the time, and my mom kept telling me that once he was born I’d just know exactly what to do,” she confided to Raven. “I keep waiting for it to kick in, and it just never does. He won’t eat, he won’t sleep, he won’t even hold still for me. But Bellamy just never seems to have any problems with him, and for once it feels like I’m not pulling my weight in this relationship. So to speak.”
“He had more than twenty years’ head start on you,” Raven pointed out. “Have you talked to him about it? Or better yet, talk to Octavia. I’m sure it wasn’t all smooth sailing for them.”
Clarke made a face. “I keep meaning to, and then I see my boys together and I can’t think of anything except how cute they are, and how glad I am to have them.”
“When did you become such a sap?” Raven teased. “Seriously, talk to your other half.”
But it never seemed to be a good time.
One year later
To Clarke’s dismay, Madi actually darted out of her reach as she picked up the brush. “Where’s Bellamy?”
“Dropping off your brother with Harper and Monroe,” Clarke replied, bemused. “Why?”
“No reason! Just, um, I can wait for him to get back.”
“Madi.” (The others called this her “mom voice,” but it was far less effective on her adopted daughter than it had been on the delinquents.) “You can’t go about the day with all that hair in your face. Come here and let’s get this over and done with.”
The girl mumbled something that Clarke couldn’t make out.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!”
“Madi —”
“Bellamy’s better at braiding hair,” the girl blurted.
“Okay.” Clarke barely managed not to react too visibly. “Well, Bellamy will be back soon, if you insist on waiting for him. I’ve got to drop in on the medbay, see how they’re doing.”
Heart sinking, Clarke was about to start another search of Horatio’s favorite places when Bellamy’s voice came from behind her.
“Look what I found at the edge of camp.” With an eyebrow cocked in amusement, he took a sideways step to reveal the toddler clinging to his jacket, who just grinned and tried to put his other fist in his mouth, grunting in displeasure when Bellamy caught him by the arm. “Hey, buddy, we talked about this. If you’re going to play in the dirt, you’re gonna be touching lots of yucky stuff that I promise you don’t want in your mouth. You gotta wash your hands first, or you’ll get sick.”
Waving his pudgy arms insistently, Horatio babbled an incomprehensible reply, then turned those innocent big blue eyes on Clarke, who couldn’t resist a smile even as her heart rate had yet to return to normal. Intellectually she always knew that he couldn’t have gone far, that someone in camp would find him before he could get into too much mischief, but that didn’t stop her adrenaline from spiking every time she lost sight of him.
“I swear, I only looked away for a second.”
“He really doesn't make it easy. Just like your mom, huh?” Bellamy scooped their son up into his arms with an unconcerned ease that Clarke had never seemed able to achieve. The abrupt change in altitude elicited a squeal of pure delight, drawing smiles from everyone in the vicinity.
She sighed, glancing back towards the medbay. She’d already taken so much time off, at everyone’s insistence, but she just couldn’t seem to care for her patients and Horatio at the same time.
“I can take him for the rest of the day, if you’re busy,” Bellamy offered. “Miller can lead the hunting expedition, and Harper’s been wanting to get out of camp for a while. I don’t have to go.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s not exactly a hardship to spend extra time with my mini-me, Clarke. Seriously, it’s no problem.”
“Okay, if you really don’t mind.”
“We’ll manage. Right, Hamlet?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “You can’t just substitute another name for his, even if they’re related! I’m seriously starting to think you don’t know how nicknames work.”
“Said the princess to the former rebel king.”
“Touche. I’ll see you back at the cabin, then.”
When she returned that evening, Bellamy took one look at Clarke and seemed to realize immediately. “Did something happen with Madi earlier?”
“No. Why?”
“She said you’ve been acting weird. And some of the others noticed that you’ve seemed distracted today. Plus, you told me you’d try to stop missing dinner.”
“I’m fine.”
“Clarke.” His expression was fond but exasperated. “That’s not what I asked.”
“It’s not a big deal, Bellamy. Just let it go.”
Of course, he couldn’t just leave it at that; it was exactly why their relationship worked. “Talk to me, princess,” he said softly, sitting down beside her on their bed.
She sighed. “Madi said you’re better at braiding hair. She actually ran away from me.”
“Well, she’s at that age,” Bellamy tried. “Just look at little Maya; she won’t let Miller or Monty touch her hair.”
“It’s not just that.” Another sigh, but since this conversation was long overdue she kept going. “You’re better at all of this. Ever since Horatio was born. Bathing him, feeding him, putting him to bed, soothing him when he cries — you just make it all look so easy. I mean, I know you have experience and all, but …”
“Clarke, hey. Listen. The first time I picked up Horatio, I was honestly terrified.”
“You were?” Her gaze snapped to his, earnest and vulnerable.
“Oh yeah. Some of the guys were teasing me that it’d be different with our own child, but I hadn’t realized it was so true. I mean, of course I love all our godkids, but … with Horatio it just feels like the stakes are higher, you know?”
“Yeah.” She curled into his side, and he put an arm around her. “What was — How did you get over it?”
“Tell you a secret?” Feeling her nod against his shoulder, Bellamy half-smiled. “I never did. Every day I get up in the morning, and I just figure, our best is all we can really do. No parent ever really knows what they’re doing, and most people turn out okay. The important thing is that the kids know we’ll love and support them no matter what, and you’re doing just fine on that front.”
Suddenly Clarke laughed softly.
“What?”
“It’s been years since we’ve heard a real Bellamy Blake speech. I never thought I’d miss them so much.”
He laughed too, and kissed her forehead before standing up slowly. “Grandma and Grandpa are probably getting worn out about now; we should bring the kids home soon.”
Clarke nodded. “Ready when you are.”
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