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seuonji · 6 months

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night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

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#7 7th chance! | #8 wasted times! | # 9 yn’s boyfriend!

notes: there’s a writing part after the cut! <3 (1k words!)

you turned your phone off and redirected your attention to minghao and his friend that tagged along who’s name was…kwon soonyoung? you were mildly acquainted with both of then due to chan’s dance club but other than that, you really have never had a conversation with them so the walk to icey milk was ought to be interesting.

when they first approached you, minghao was quiet and cold as ever. perhaps that was just his default character. soonyoung on the other hand greeted you with such friendliness that it shocked you.

now you three were on the sidewalk making your way to icey milk.

awkwardly, you were walking beside minghao.

soonyoung walked on a faster pace so it were as if he was leading you two.

“so, what’s it like being vice yn!” soonyoung turned around, walking backwards as he asked.

you giggled at his eagerness, you’ve never met someone so interested in the role of a vice, “well, i kinda just do whatever the president tells us. but there is times i get to boss people around aswell.”

“you boss people around?” minghao suddenly chirped in.

“hard to believe?” you titled your head.

“not really,” he faced to the front again.

“i’ve always wanted to get acquainted with you guys, you all seemed like fun but i was scared it was prohibited.”

you held back your laugh, from the corner of your eye, you saw minghao doing the same. “like we’re celebrities or something? come on, it’s really nothing like that, we’re all students just like you,” you casually responded.

you caught the attention of minghao while your attention was on soonyoung. today he realised, you probably aren’t the snob-could be apart of the mean girls trio-obnoxious-not humble type of person he portrayed you be in his head. you were pretty decent and he could see himself being alone in a room with you without going insane.

but what was he thinking? it’s only been a 2 minute walk so far he could only judge so much.

“so i could totally just try and be friends with the student council?” soonyoung continued his questions. that one kind off took you aback, did he have some sort of student council addiction, why was this man so invested. but perhaps this interest could be an asset to you.

“of course! we don’t bite. actually jeonghan might but he’d only do it as a joke,” you joked.

“who’s jeonghan?” soonyoung tilted his head.

minghao snorted out a giggle, “so much for wanting to be friends with the student council.”

“ouf,” you blurted almost letting out a loud laugh. jeonghan always swore everyone knew who he was, you wish you caught what soonyoung said on tape.

you proceeded to give brief descriptions on everyone from student council but before you knew it, you reached icey milk. you parted ways with soonyoung. you think you made a good impression since soonyoung insisted that you and him should hangout again. that felt like an accomplishment!

soon enough, you and minghao went to the back to start work.

it was a slow day seeing as it was a weekday which allowed you and minghao to focus on training more today.

he trained you in ice cream scooping, the right way to wash the dishes and since icey milk also sold milkshakes, minghao was able to train you on that aswell.

“so that concludes your training, anything else just ask me,” he had a slight smile on his face.

you let out a breathe thankful for the zero mishaps that happened that day.

“thanks, mind if i take a break?”

“not at all, go ahead”

you were able to confide in the space of the employee room to text seungcheol. afterwards you shut your phone tired of the situation but laughed cause it was pretty funny.

you had your earphones in and looked up into the ceiling, letting your playlist run wild.

few songs had passed and you heard someone walk in. you lowered your volume down just in case someone spoke.

unbeknownst to you, minghao walked in and caught a glimpse of the song that was playing on your phone. it was showcased on your lock screen and he pointed it out.

“hey, you listen that artist too?”

it took you a bit too long to realise he was talking to you but you pulled out one of your earphones and you peeked at your screen. an artist song was playing, an artist you swore only you listened to. “yea, holy shit i’ve never met someone that knew them.”

“yea, they’re kinda underground.”

“i like them that way,” you giggled.

he had the same smile on his face as he laughed, “me too.”

huh, you two finally agreed on something.

he sat infront of you, going on his phone aswell.

this was your chance.

“did you hear they’re coming to town this year?”

“huh they are?” he placed his phone down giving you his full attention.

“yea! i mean it’s not a huge concert, it’s more like a live house but, would you go?”

“probably not, it would cost money i can’t spare,” he looked defeated.

your eyes grew bigger from the reality check as your plopped back into your chair, “that’s true.”

“i mean, we could just take the cash from the register and go,” he shrugged his shoulder and joked.

you let out a laugh, he was capable of making jokes? you swear he was a robot. “that’s genius actually!”

“let’s plan it out then,” he said with such seriousness it didn’t seem like a joke anymore.

you enjoyed the conversation, just as you were about to prolong it, the chimes rang as the front door opened, alarming you two that there was a customer.

minghao instantly stood up to attend to them as you followed behind. as he opened the door, he whispered to you, “here comes our money for the concert!” he did a small jazz hands gesture before returning back to his employee mode. you watched him at the side and quietly let out a sigh of relief.

maybe you could enjoy working around him.

funfact: when yn went back home they searched up the meaning of the song wasted times. they could see some correlation and they definitely didn’t let him breathe because of it.

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beeloovedd · 4 months

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Can you write more about Phantom and his OCD? Maybe the others notices him struggling. Really liked the one the one with phantom’s thoughts.

-Anon

Hiiii sorry this took so long lol.

Thank you for the request 💕

Quick note: these are me projecting my current compulsions and this is written as a part 2 to the first fic 💕

Warnings!!: OCD, Compulsions, phantom pretending he's ok when he's not. A quick kiss on the cheek

Phantom sighs as he finishes getting his coffee ready.

He sips it then smiles as it tastes perfectly sweet

He picks up his cup then moves to sit on the couch on the other corner from Swiss.

"You ok?" Swiss asks with slight concern on his face.

Phantom nods "Yea just tired" he says with a smile as he takes a sip.

Swiss raises an eyebrow but nods as he goes back to watching the TV.

Dew moves over to get more comfortable and hides his face in Swiss's neck.

Phantom giggles quietly and Swiss rolls his eyes with a smile.

Phantom takes another sip, gently tapping the top him of his cup to the forehead while counting in his head.

Eventually he takes the sip and goes to put the cup back down in the coffee table but he lifts his arm then lowers it but doesn't put it down yet.

He does it for about 4 times then eventually puts the cup down.

Then he picks it back up and puts it down then finishes the little moment and relaxes back into the couch, he glances at swiss only to see swiss looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you sure your o-" swiss says before he gets cut off by the Ghoulettes coming out of Aurora's room laughing loudly.

"How did you manage to get nail polish on in your forehead?!"

Aroura says while laughing. Cirrus rolls her eyes while still also laughing.

Cumulus chuckles at the two and pours more coffee into her cup.

"Well if you let me paint your nails then the polish wouldn't be on your forehead" Cumulus says with a playful smirk and small laugh.

"Hey I'm good at doing nails!" Cirrus says while playfully poking Cumulus's shoulder.

Phantom giggled and Swiss laughs.

A few hours later and after a lot more little off rituals and swiss being skeptical about if phantoms really ok, Dinner is ready and all the ghouls are sitting at the ghouls den table.

It's Swiss's turn to cook tonight and he made enchiladas.

The food is amazing and Phantom begins to eat then puts down his fork to take a drink but of course, it's not that easy to put a fork down apparently.

He taps the fork gently against the table while counting in his head then after 5 tries he finnaly finishes.

He shivers slightly then looks around to make sure no one noticed. Everyone's still eating and talking away then he spots swiss looking at him concerned.

Phantom flashes a small smile to make it seem he's ok.

Thankfully, the rest of dinner goes smoothly, amazing food, no one noticing, And again, amazing food.

All the ghouls finished their dinner and now Mountain and Swiss are washing the dishes while talking about Swiss's recipe, Cirrus, Sunshine and Dew are making popcorn and Cumulus, Aroura and Rain are getting the couch ready for the movie night.

"Hey bug? You gonna watch the movie with us?" Cirrus says as she sits down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and sunshine steals a piece.

"No, not in the mood for a movie tonight really, You guys have fun though" Phantom says with a smile while also walking up and stealing a piece of popcorn.

He grabs the piece then looks down and sees another piece pointing out to him, he gets it.

It feels wrong, not the right number. He gets 3 more pieces, now having give pieces of popcorn.

Cirrus doesn't seem to mind, her, Dew and Sunshine are too busy grabbing handfuls out and Cumulus picks out little pieces and throws them at Aroura for her to catch them in her mouth.

Phantom smiles then eats his popcorn and walks off to his room, he can feel Swiss's energy, concerned. He gets to his room closes his door.

Pressing his back against it then touches the wall and his dresser, he taps it twice except on one he accidentally taps the poster on his wall instead of the wall.

He sighs and closes his eyes then taps the door while counting to 10. .

Then he tried again, he taps the wall twice then taps his shelf once then taps his bed twice.

Finnaly he's done with that and he can lay on the bed. He sighs and relaxes onto the bed, exhausted mentally.

He closes his eyes and puts his arms on his stomach.

Fortunately his relaxing mind break gets interrupted by a knock on the door.

He opens his eyes and sits up and another knock hits the door gently.

"Hey ant, if your not busy I wanna talk with you" Swiss's voice says from the other side of the door.

Phantom takes a deep breath, a tinge of anxiety now flowing through his head, he gets up then opens the door.

"Hey Swiss, aren't you watching the movie" Phantom asks confused and still anxious.

"Eh, they're watching Mean girls again" Swiss says as he steps inside the room and closes the door behind him.

Phantom laughs smally and swiss chuckles before sighing and look at Phantom up and down.

"Are you ok?" He asks, the concern clear in his voice.

"Uh yeah? Why" phantom asks, anxiety clear in his voice.

"You've been.." Swiss thinks for a second "acting off all day, what's going on in the head of yours?" He asks as he ruffles phantoms head.

Phantom blushes out of embarrassment and quickly tries to scramble up an answer.

"What do you mean? I'm fine Swiss, really" he says with a smile.

"I wasn't born yesterday phantom" he laughs then sighs and gently grabs phantoms hand and guides him over to sit on the bed.

"Tell me what's wrong bug, clearly there's something your hiding and it worries me" Swiss says gently but concerned.

"I- uhm.." phantom begins then looks away.

What was wrong with him?

Why did he have to do things a certain way?

Why was he different?

"I...don't know" he says quietly as he realizes he doesn't even know.

"Well....here, why do you keep taping and doing things a number of times? Can you at least give me a bit of answer and we'll figure it out from there?" Swiss asks as he runs his thumbs over the back of phantoms hands.

"I don't know.. I-its just wrong if I don't, like if I don't something b-bad is gonna happen! Or I do it without realizing" he says quietly.

"Ah, I see, I get it. OCD, that's what you most likely have, do you want to go see Aether and Omega in the infirmary? They can let you know for sure?" Swiss says with a small smile.

Phantom shakes his head quickly, yes he loves Aether and Omega but what he doesn't love is the infirmary. The energy is off, it makes his stomach hurt and it makes the thoughts and feelings worse.

"They're something wrong with me?.." phantom says quietly "OCD.. what's that?".

Swiss quickly cups his cheek with one hand and holds and caresses his other hand.

"There is nothing wrong with you phantom.

You're an amazing beautiful ghoul" swiss days as he caresses Phantoms cheek and phantom smiles.

"Here, how about after Aether finishes his work in the infirmary I'll shoot him a text and he'll come over and explain what OCD is ok? Untill then, how do we feel about mean girls?" Swiss says with a playfully smile and gets off the bed.

Phantom nods then smiles with a giggle.

"Sure" he says as gets off the bed too.

Swiss smiles and kisses his cheek then they make their way for the movie night.

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beachy--head · 5 months

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I didn't plan on writing a Christmas drabble this year, but then @babyjapril posted the most perfect gifset and it inspired this little Japril Christmas movie AU. Hope you'll enjoy, and happy holidays to you all!

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Christmas in Bozeman, Montana, is always a treat, and even more since April moved away for med school and then for work. Seattle is not that far, and she tries to visit her family as often as she can, but there’s something special about the town during the Christmas season. She absolutely loves spotting the Christmas lights in the streets as she makes her way to her parents’ property, the snowy mountains offering a picture-perfect background for the season.

This year is no exception, meeting all her requirements for a perfect Christmas. At home, the lights in the Kepner’s Christmas tree are sparkling, there are so many wrapped gifts under the stockings that opening them on Christmas morning would surely take hours, and her mother spends most of the time in the kitchen, making treats and baked goods at the speed of light.

A few hours after she arrives, April finds herself already in the kitchen. As she helps her mother add a layer of white frosting on some cookies freshly out of the oven, Karen Kepner starts listing a few last-minute details about the festivities. “Oh, and you know Robert Avery, who owns the Jefferson grill in the city outskirts? Tall, blue eyes, makes the most perfect cup of coffee? Well, his son is visiting him for the holidays, for the first time in forever, apparently. He’s a doctor too, you know! Lives in New York, or Boston, or somewhere East. So I invited them both for Christmas Eve, because the man shouldn’t have to cook on Christmas, he already does it enough during the year, and he helped your dad once with the tractor, remember? So I thought–”, and at that point, April, used to tune her mother out when she starts rambling, offers a few “yeah” and “is that so?” now and then, and thinks no more of it.

The next day, she meets Jackson, Robert Avery’s prodigal son. At her mother’s insistence, she plays the part of the perfect tour guide and shows him everything Bozeman has to offer, she takes a few walks with him around town and laughs when he admits he’s not much of an outdoor man, they even sit down once in the cold, watching people skate on the ice rink and sharing stories about surgeries and their respective hospitals (Boston’s Mass Gen seems way more peaceful than Seattle Grace Mercy West) before she dutifully walks him back to the Jefferson Grill. Robert Avery is a sweetheart, so she’s not surprised that his son is as charming, and they hit it off as much as two big city outsiders in a small town can. His laugh when she offers him anecdotes about her years in Bozeman warm her heart, and she finds out she actually looks forward to Christmas Eve, even if it means her sisters taking a dig at her for daring to be a single, twenty-something surgeon living alone a few states away and her mother insisting she eats her weight in stuffing.

Christmas Eve is magical, Robert Avery regaling them with tales from his youth, Jackson complimenting her mother’s cooking skills and having a second helping of everything, her father looking at the whole family with a wide smile, and for a few perfect hours, she truly feels the Christmas cheer she always hopes to find when she comes back home.

And then her overactive imagination just has to ruin it.

After dinner, everyone gathers around the fireplace, swapping stories she must have heard a hundred times. She loves her family, she really does, but she needs a break, so she goes to the kitchen and sets out to get a head start on the dishes. Jackson volunteers to help out, drying the plates she washes, and they soon talk and laugh like they haven’t just met four short days ago. They only stop when she washes the last of the plates, and she doesn’t know what happens, but his fingers lightly brush her arm as he takes the plate from her hands, and she shivers. His touch is electric, and she raises her head, finding his eyes already on her. His hand find her again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and she can’t help but stare at him.

From the living room, she hears her parents exclaim that it’s time they get a move on or they’re going to be late for midnight mass, another cherished Kepner tradition, and the moment is gone. Jackson snaps out of his trance and steps backwards, shaking his head, and it’s not long before he and his father leave, his eyes avoiding her as he profusely thanks her mother for her generosity.

So much for a perfect Christmas holiday.

She goes to bed, feeling confused and, she’s adult enough to admit it, disappointed. And because she’s April Kepner, she soon starts to feel extremely annoyed with herself. She always does this, having huge expectations that don’t go well when confronted to reality, and she’s a fool for thinking that this time would be different. That a fancy, handsome surgeon would play his part in the Christmas movie she’s apparently written in her head, and act out cliché moments under the Christmas lights.

The next morning, waking up before everyone else, she quickly dresses up and goes for a short walk to try to clear her head. Still replaying the moment in the kitchen in her mind, she takes comfort in the fact that she’s due to go back to Seattle in a few days. She’s not going to let her delusional brain ruin what is otherwise a perfect Christmas, thank you very much, and she can easily avoid Jackson Avery until then and not make a fool of herself.

Well, it would be easier to avoid him if he wasn’t standing in her parents’ driveway as she comes back from her walk.

His eyes seem clearer than ever, and she manages a small smile, hoping he’ll credit the cold for her blushing cheeks. She stares at him a few seconds too long before she remembers her manners.

“Hi, um, did you forget anything yesterday?”

“Actually, I did,” he answers in the low voice he seems to use just for her, and she really wishes her body would stop reacting so strongly to his presence.

The snow starts to fall just then, but she barely registers it, because she can’t tear her gaze away from him. He gets closer to her, shakes his head with a soft smile on his lips, as if he can’t believe what he’s doing, and slowly raises his hand to hold her neck.

Their lips touch, hesitantly at first, then more insistently, and as they kiss for what seems like hours under the falling snow, she can honestly say that this Christmas is definitely a perfect one.

#japril #drabble #jackson avery #april kepner #babyjapril i hope you don't mind #but this gifset wouldn't leave my brain

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cosmicluzer · 1 month

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hi asking about ur Gross wip in the hopes that the song fic title is from the song i know that is titled “Gross” also 👀

if you are thinking penelope scott’s gross then you are thinking correct lol. kind of hoping you are - that song is one of my personal favorites hehe. kinda sad if it is - the original idea got warped into something WAY more fluffy than gross is, but never fear bc that song will return with its intended angst wether i have to force myself to write it or not.

anyways, you probably won’t have toooo much interest in it, seeing as it isn’t for sp. it’s a one piece (live action bc i love them) fanfic, because i am a liar and a fandom hopping fraud. I was scrolling through my yt shorts one day and stumbled upon that one “you dated brutal dictator of Nicaragua?!” meme and my brain went: “oh. i can do something with this. Small snippet under the cut ;P

REMINDER THAT THIS IS A WIP AND A ROUGH DRAFT AND THAT I KINDA SUCK AT WRITING OK OK GOOD NOW PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Sanji is washing the dishes, the rest of the crew sitting at the dining table conversing. He flits in and out of the conversation, adding bits here and there as he continues his task. The day is peaceful, and Sanji feels at rest.

Nami sits, legs crossed over the top of the chair next to her - Zoro’s - with the newspaper propped into her lap. Zoro sits in his chair, slouching against it and looking mildly annoyed at Nami’s legs at the back of his chair but not saying a word about it. Across the table is Usopp, tinkering on seas knows what, and Luffy, content in gnawing through a bundle of fish jerky Sanji made earlier that morning.

The breeze is light, floating through the open windows and door. The sunshine shines brightly through into the galley, and with the crew this docile together it’s, well… peaceful, like he’s said before.

Of course, that’s when they decide to throw the conversat into a depth Sanji is thoroughly avoiding, and has been since six months after… that.

“Usopp, how long were you and Kaya together?” Luffy asks, interrupting Usopp’s story - one about Kaya, and those were the closest you can get to the truth from him.

Usopp pauses at the words, face going slightly red as he sputters out a reply.

“W-Well, Luffy, the great captain Usopp speaks not of the mountains of women he’s conquered! It is not befitting to-“

“They weren’t together,” Nami says, looking at Usopp with an unsurprised look. “He’s too chicken for that.” With that, she turns her attention back to her newspaper, flipping the page and reading it off.

“Hey-!”

“Did you ever have someone like Usopp didn’t have Kaya?” Luffy asks, because the kid can’t read a room. Usopp lets out an offended noise, and Nami doesn’t even look up from the paper as she speaks next.

“Nope, no time for that.”

Luffy hums, looking over the table. He goes to speak, most likely to ask the question to Zoro, but the green-headed swordsman interrupts him.

“No, Luffy. That’s not my style. Why not ask cook?” Zoro’s tone turns from unamused to smug, and he smirks. He turns in his seat to face Sanji, who has gone back to vigorously scrubbing the plate in his hand as he hopes to be kept out of the conversation. “He’s seen the most people, he must have great stories.”

Sanji turns, sneering at Zoro, before he grabs the next plate and gets to scrubbing.

“Sanji! Tell me a story!” Luffy shouts from his spot, getting excited. Nami turns her attention from her newspaper, looking mildly intrigued. Sanji sighs.

“No. I gave you food, occupy yourself.” Sanji shouts over his shoulder, and Luffy pouts.

“C’mon, Sanji. You must have a good story for us.” Nami says, trying to bait him into it. Everyone turned to face him, Usopp and Luffy putting on their best puppy dog eyes in hopes for some entertainment. Sanji pauses his fish washing, considering before shaking his head and turning around.

“I’m sorry, Nami dearest, but there truly is nothing for me to discuss on this topic. There has been nobody of notice in that area of my life, and besides, a gentleman does not kiss and tell.” He says, using a tone of remorse. Nami quirks an eyebrow at him, face going from casual to interested.

“Was that a lie, Sanji-san?” Nami asks, face breaking out into an amused smirk.

Of fucking course the brilliant redhead would see through his lie. He sighs, admitting defeat.

“You truly are too clever for your own good, my swan.” He says, moving to the table and sitting in an empty seat. The other three males look at him with varying degrees of surprise - it is very out of character for Sanji to lie to the crew let alone Nami, a woman.

“Sanji, share!” Luffy whines, wanting to hear what could possibly be such a grandiose secret to Sanji that he’d hide it.

“Be quiet, Luffy, I’m thinking of where to start.”

“How about the beginning, curly.” Zoro says, and Sanji so wants to ring the other man’s throat for being so smug. Instead, he takes a deep breath.

“Alright,” Sanji exhales, grabbing at the pack of cigs in his pocket and the lighter sitting near them. He knows he’ll need a cigarette to get through this. “So this story starts about five years ago…”

#reply #ao3 #one piece #opla #fanfiction #current wip

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kuma829 · 2 years

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Wedding Speech＊Strumming Bride Light Translation Chapter Five

Cast: Adonis, Rei, Kaoru, Koga

Author(s): Yuumasu and Akira

Season: Summer

Proofread by: Gelyan

When you get angry, isn’t it customary to shout vulgar words out at sea? Something like, “you son of a bitch!”

Chapter Five

Koga: Yo, Adonis. Looks like you just won some pancake war, eh? Ain’t that just great ♪

Adonis: There was a long line, but it was mostly peaceful—Contrary to the bread battles in Yumenosaki’s canteens.

I was able to successfully secure the pancakes without injury. This one’s for you, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru: Oh you got it for me? Wah, I’m so happy! Thank you.

Rei: There’s so much cream on top of it, it’s like some type of snowy mountain. I don’t even know what the main dish is, the pancakes or the cream?

Kaoru: That’s Hawaiian pancakes for you. They’re also really chewy.

It goes along nicely with the coffee Koga-kun got me.

Koga: Yer glass was empty asshat, so I just went ahead and brewed it for ya while I was at it.

Y’kno that coffee shop Adonis suggested once? Where ya ordered coffee with pancakes? I just remembered that.

Kaoru: Aaah, so it’s like that? I remember Rei-kun all called us together that day.

When I thought I heard the squeaking sounds of a tire, it ended up being Anzu-chan who was pulling up with a casket.

Adonis: Hakaze-senpai, is everything going well?

Kaoru: Hm? Yeah, sure?

Adonis: That’s good. I was worried because you said once before that eating pancakes while surrounded by men wasn’t something you “liked” doing.

Kaori: Oh, did I say that? Hah, I remember~

(Well, eating with cute girls is fun, but come to think of it… Eating with friends isn’t too bad either)

(If the old me saw me now, I’d probably say “What? No way, that’s gotta be some sort of lie!?” I’d probably end up falling over in shock ♪)

Kaoru: I appreciate your concern, Adonis-kun.

But it’s just fine, really, it’s delicious.

Adonis: The waiters have come by, I think it’s time to leave the restaurant.

Rei: I suppose the time has come, then—As the eldest, let me treat you to the grand finale.

Kaoru: Grand…Finale?

Rei: Ah, you’re wondering what I’m talking about? Heh, let’s go on a stroll to walk off our bloated tummies ♪

Kaoru: (Karaoke, then restaurant, and finally the sea…)

(I don’t know what everyones trying to accomplish, but this view is nice…)

(The sun, which sets to welcome the night sky, delves under to sink itself into the ocean. Even though I know it will reappear tomorrow, I feel a bit pained)

(It’s beautiful…)

Rei: —The sea is vast, isn’t it Kaoru-kun?

Kaoru: Rei-kun.

Rei: Doesn’t the sea cover 70% of the Earth’s surface? I know this is an old saying, but—

Compared to the size of the sea, the worries of a single person seem so small in comparison, no?

Kaoru: … I don’t know why you’d compare a person's worries with the ocean, since everyone has their own battles, but I suppose you could read it as words of comfort~?

The ocean washes away all that is stuck in your mind… It just has this all encompassing charm, yeah?

Seriously, I never get tired of watching it.

Rei: Hehe… ♪

Kaoru-kun, you should scream to your heart’s content!

Kaoru: Huh~?

Rei: When you get angry, isn’t it customary to shout vulgar words out at sea? Something like, “you son of a bitch!”

Is it embarrassing? Don’t worry, it’s only us here.

C’mon, give the sea with all you’ve got.

Kaoru: No, it’s not that it’s embarrassing…

Rei: Then, you don’t like to shout because it’s tiring? Isn’t that a bit self centred?

Worry not, for I’ve prepared for such a turn of events. Rummage rummage

Aha~ I present to thou, a megaphone… ☆

Kaoru: I was wondering why you had a handbag with you… Did you carry it all day today?

Koga: Yo, Sakuma-senpai! You said you’d teach us “something special,” but what you’re doing comes out of no-fucking-where!

Yer just like me! Making people yell and shit~!

Rei: The method is different, so don’t go on accusing me of it being the same.

Kaoru: What? What are you guys talking about?

Adonis: Sakuma-senpai, do you still want to continue?

Rei: I suppose not… If Kaoru-kun refuses to shout, my plans are done for now.

Adonis: Alright, I get it.

Hakaze-senpai, thank you for hanging out with us today.

Can you tell me, who had the best surprise for you today?

Kaoru: Surprise…? Sorry, I don’t quite get it…

I knew the three of you were planning something, but what? What were you guys trying to do?

Adonis: Hmm… Recently, Hakaze-senpai seemed to be in low spirits, so we all came up with a plan to try and cheer him up with a “surprise.”

Since we couldn’t narrow it down to a single “surprise,” we ended up doing all of our suggestions, and then we’d see who had the best one in the end…

Kaoru: Aah, I was wondering why you guys were being so considerate.

(I was going to ask them to come with me to the reception, as a “surprise”)

(But, now it seems… That I was on the receiving end of being “surprised”)

Adonis: ? Are you laughing?

Kaoru: Fufu, a little~ You guys, I gotta say, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

I was just a bit confused as to why you guys were dragging me around today~ But I had a blast really.

…

While we’re on the topic of surprises, hey, why don’t I give you guys a “surprise” of my own?

My sister’s gonna have another wedding for just her relatives, and I wanted to perform a song for entertainment.

As a surprise, won’t you all stand by me on the grand stage?

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Devoted- Bofur x OC

Bofur x Gemma

Description: While the dwarves are at Bag End to recruit Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit tells Gemma something that maybe he shouldn’t have.

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It had been a very exciting (if not odd) day for all the current occupants in Bilbo Baggins’ house on Bag End, but no one felt this way more than Mr. Baggins himself. Gemma could swear to her grave that she’d never seen anyone quite as stressed as him when the Company was cleaning up after dinner, which confused her because she thought the song was lovely. The tension evident in his expression and demeanor didn’t leave after everyone had settled down for idle chatter.

Gemma, who now sat between Bofur and Dori, was watching the small hobbit pace the doorway, deep in thought when an idea struck her. What better way to make someone feel better than cookies? It always worked in the Blue Mountains. She gently squeezed her husband’s hand as a sign that she wanted him to let go, which he did with a curious glance. She pressed a kiss to his cheek for reassurance then stood, making her way over to the hobbit.

“Excuse me, Mr. Baggins?” She called softly, effectively catching his attention.

“Yes Mrs. Rankin?”

“Would you mind if I baked some cookies for everyone to enjoy?” Her question caught the others’ attention and they were all quick to face her.

“You’re going to make cookies?” Fili asked eagerly.

“Chocolate chip?” Kili added, charing his brother’s excitement. In an instant everyone began to talk excitedly over each other, very visibly overwhelming Bilbo.

“That’s enough everyone, it’s up to Mr. Baggins to decide. It is his kitchen and supplied after all,” she called softly but firmly before facing Bilbo. “Don’t feel pressured, I was just trying to settle everyone down.” Bilbo stared off in thought for a moment before finally sighing then gesturing to the kitchen.

“Go ahead, you lot have already taken everything else from my pantry,” he answered, sounding defeated. Gemma elected to ignore his tone as the others cheered, and she patted his shoulder comfortingly before making her way to the kitchen. While she did that, the hobbit took a seat at the end of the table as Bofur began speaking.

“Don’t worry,” he started, clapping Bilbo on the back. “Gemma’s cookies are the best. And she always cleans as she goes, your kitchen will look spotless by the time she’s done. She’s always been like that, very efficient.” Several groans were heard around the table.

“Not another brag about your wife, Bofur,” groaned Kili. “We’ve been hearing it since before you were married.” Bofur made a sound of offense, which made several others laugh, before beginning to retort.

Gemma, meanwhile, couldn’t help but smile at her husband’s words as she began gathering ingredients and setting out to work. She began humming a tune that entered her head as she mentally went over the recipe in her head. At some point Bombur offered his services, being the official cook for the Company. That ended with her sending him away after he tried one too many times to eat the raw cookie dough while she was placing them on the pan. While they baked, she bided her time by cleaning the kitchen and washing the dishes that she had used as well as any other ones the Company missed while they were cleaning.

By the time the cookies were out of the oven, the others had migrated to the living room and were sitting either on couches, chairs or even just the floor, all talking idly. Bifur, who had been putting more wood into the fireplace, was the first to notice her. He was quick to point at her and call something along the lines of her name in Khuzdul, which got everyone else’ attention. They were quick to stand and crowd her excitedly.

“Enough!” She yelled, which made them quiet down instantly once again. After shooting them a pointed look, she walked over to Bilbo, who still sat in his comfortable looking armchair and held the plate out to him.

“Mr. Baggins will get the first one since he so graciously offered his kitchen and food to us. And I will hear no complaints Fili and Kili.” She directed a sharp look at the Durin brothers, who already had their mouths open to say that it wasn’t fair. They closed their mouths then grumbled under their breaths as she faced Bilbo once more.

“Go on, take one,” she encouraged softly. The hobbit regarded the plate cautiously, then her, before finally taking one. Everyone watched as he took a bite, then his eyes widened.

“Holy- these are amazing, Mrs. Rankin,” he said, his voice filled with nothing but genuine shock and glee. A smile instantly appeared on the girl’s face and she set the plate on the coffee table.

“Eat up,” she called, taking a cookie and moving out of the way just before the others cheered and flocked to the table. “There’s only enough for two a person so only get two. Hey- Bombur! I see you sneaking that third cookie, back off!” She sighed then shook her head at her brother-in-law, then watched as Bofur plopped down beside Bilbo, once again clapping the poor hobbit on the back.

“See? What’d I tell you? Gemma’s just the best,” he gushed. “And I can bet my hat that your kitchen is probably clean as well. She’s always been like that, so graceful and clean. You’d probably mistake her for an elf if it weren’t for her height,” he laughed, which made Gemma roll her eyes. Within seconds the plate was cleared so she picked it up, heading back to the kitchen once again. After it had been washed and dried, she walked back into the living room, where Bofur still sounded like he was talking about her.

“-She could probably do anything she sets out to do,” he continued before pursing his lips in thought. “Except maybe for woodwork, she never quite got the hang of that. That’s why she’s the painter and I’m the carver back at our old toy shop. Everything she does is elegant and amazing. As a matter of fact she could probably make death look easy.” That’s when Gemma decided it was time for her to cut in, so she walked over and pressed a hand to her husband’s shoulder.

“Alright amrâlimê (my love), I believe that’s enough. Mr. Baggins probably isn’t interested in your ramblings about me,” she spoke, taking a seat beside him.

“Actually,” the hobbit spoke up, catching both their attention. “I don’t really mind. I find it incredibly endearing that he still views you like that even after years of marriage.” Gemma’s brows furrowed, and she shared a confused glance with Bofur.

“Of course, why wouldn’t he?” She questioned curiously. Bilbo looked surprised by her question, and he cleared his throat.

“Well, it may be different for dwarves, but you just don’t see that around the Shire anymore,” he explained, further confusing the couple.

“Why not?” Bofur asked.

“Hobbits don’t often believe that they have soulmates, or as you call them, ‘Ones.’ They just fall in love at random,” he clarified. “But, sometimes after being married for so long some people just get tired of their spouse or they fall out of love. Of course divorce is uncommon around these parts, but the unhappiness is still there. It rarely comes back.” While Bofur looked horrified by his explanation, Gemma looked terrified. Was that possible? Would Bofur fall out of love with her one day? Upon noticing the girl’s scared expression, the hobbit laughed nervously.

“Of course, that’s just hobbits. I’m sure dwarves are different,” he added, attempting to lighten the mood. It didn’t really work, but Gemma appreciated the effort so she laughed weakly.

“Right. Um, I’m going to go get myself a drink,” she muttered, standing up and walking away before either man could respond.

The night ended quickly enough. Bilbo rejected joining Thorin’s Company, much to the disappointment of the others. Thorin was quick to attempt at cheering them up before they had to search for an inn to stay at for the night. Thankfully there was one that was relatively cheap considering how many people would be staying there. Naturally, Bofur and Gemma were paired together, and after saying goodnight to the others they finally went to their room. Now that there wasn’t any more excitement, Gemma’s mind was free to return back to her conversation with Bilbo earlier and the same two questions kept appearing. Was that possible? Would Bofur fall out of love with her one day? Bofur, who seemed to have a sensor that knew when his wife was upset, turned to face her worriedly.

“Gemma, ibinê (my gem), what’s wrong,” he asked softly. The girl was now staring out the window on the far wall of her room, right in the direction of Bag End. For a moment she considered lying, but Bofur could always see through that. Then she considered not answering, but she knew her husband would keep prodding at her until he got an answer (that was one thing he would never budge on). Finally, she decided that her best option was to just say what was on her mind. A small sigh left her lips and she faced him with her arms crossed.

“Are you going to fall out of love with me?” She asked, sounding as if she was almost scared of the answer. Her question took Bofur aback, and he stared at her in shock.

“What?” Gemma hesitated, then ran her fingers through her hair anxiously.

“Would you ever fall out of love with me? Or get tired of me?” Her repetition seemed to bring the dwarf back to his senses and his gaze softened.

“Ibinê (my gem), is this because of what Mr. Baggins said earlier?” The girl’s hesitation was all the answer he needed. A small smile appeared on his face as he walked over to her.

“Gemma, how could I ever do that?” He questioned, taking her hands in his. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I thank Mahal everyday that you said yes to marrying me, I’m thankful for you even allowing me into your life amrâlimê (my love)! I couldn’t get tired of you for all the treasure in the world, and I can only hope that you feel the same way.”

“I do,” she responded immediately. “I love you with all my heart and more. I could never fall out of love with you.” A bright smile appeared on Bofur’s face.

“Then what’s the problem?” He questioned jovially, which made her giggle.

“Nothing, I guess I just over-thought his words,” she responded, sounding much more at ease now as she pulled him into a hug. Bofur immediately reciprocated it and kissed the top of her head.

“Amralizi, ibinê (I love you, my gem),” he muttered against her head.

“Amralizu (I love you) Bofur,” she responded, voice muffled by his coat. His chest rumbled as he chuckled and he pulled away to press a kiss to her nose.

“Come on, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow. I don’t think Thorin would appreciate it if we’re slacking tomorrow because of lack of sleep.”

“Very well,” she answered with a giggle, allowing him to lead her to bed. He pulled back the covers then covered her up when she laid down. Afterwards he blew out all the candles in the room then laid beside her, pulling her into his arms. As they began to drift off to sleep, Gemma couldn’t help but feel silly about her previous worries. Of course they wouldn’t fall out of love, they were too devoted to each other.

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im-a-wonderling · 3 years

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Rules For Enduring a Family Wedding

1. Don’t spend too much time packing your black suitcase with a small tear on the side, right next to the zipper. You’re only going to be there for a weekend. If you have to wash and rewear clothes, your grandmother has a washing machine and a dryer, plus any toiletries you might need. She even has the pair of ballet flats you accidentally forgot last time, so you’re covered even if you somehow walk out the door without shoes.

2. Eight hours and nearly 500 miles goes faster to the tune of Adele and Criminal Minds, so be sure to download entertainment. As much as you love the road trip, you’ve already seen the bleak scenery a million times before and probably will a million times more.

3. Stay calm when the agreed upon departure time passes by and your family still isn’t on the road yet. Your older brother almost always oversleeps.

4. Don’t start listening to music right away. Fifteen minutes into the trip, your younger sister will suddenly remember that she left her phone or sunglasses behind, and you will have to turn around.

5. Use the bathroom every time you stop for gas or food. Your family would never say it, but you know they get annoyed every time they have to stop because of you and your small bladder.

6. People watching is always a good way to use up time. Notice the couple beside you at the gas station. The woman wearing hot pink crocs will do some exaggerated lunges, making the man laugh.

7. When driving through the small towns that usually consist of a gas station, a school, a church, and a bar, remember the time your family stopped at Happy Mountain Diner for dinner and pie once. Look for the playground you and your siblings played on the one time the car broke down. Eventually, you’ll reach the small town of your destination.

8. Your parents will talk the whole way there, but it’s at the end of the trip that you should listen to the stories they tell, even though you’ve heard them all before. As you drive past a quaint, brick house, they’ll wave at the man watering a vegetable garden and tell you he was their math teacher in high school. Laugh when your mom tells the story about the time she was caught passing a note in class and he made her eat the note.

9. Your grandma will come out of the house when she sees the car pull into the driveway. Hug your grandma and her husband. Don’t call him by his first name, because it’s slightly awkward that you don’t call him grandpa. Glance at your mom, who says: “Hi Matt!” She gets away with calling him by his first name.

10. Right on schedule, your siblings will squabble about who gets what room. Refrain from telling them that they argue this every time and yet every time you guys end up in the same rooms.

11. Pretend alongside everyone else that you don’t notice your eldest brother’s absence.

12. After bringing your suitcase to the upstairs bedroom, rejoin the family. Your grandma will already have cards out to play hearts or pinochle, and she’s cornered her husband, your brother, and your mom into playing with her. You watch her shuffle the cards like a poker champion. Your grandma taught you two things: how to blow a bubble with bubblegum and how to shuffle a deck of cards.

13. Wait for the nine chimes from grandfather clock in the corner, then say goodnight.

14. The next morning, at brunch with the grandparents from your dad’s side of the family, everything will sound yummy. Dish up as much as you want, but be sure to finish everything on your plate, down to the last crumb. Getting admonished by your grandmother in front of your cousins for wasting food is embarrassing.

15. Attempt a new way of curling your hair to occupy yourself before the wedding, otherwise you’ll have to sit on the couch in your fancy outfit while your family gets ready.

16. Make your family agree on when you’ll leave the wedding. 10pm.

17. Show up to the wedding twenty minutes earlier than the invitation says. The bridal party always needs help setting up the chairs and food.

18. Hug Cousin Marie when you see her. She’ll wish you a happy belated birthday, and you’ll seem to grow an extra inch at the reminder that you’re finally an adult now. Deflate a bit when she asks you if you’re going to MSU, the university where all but a few of your family members went to college. Most of the girls try to get a ring by spring.

19. Once the chairs have been set up, join the conversation your mom’s in. They’ll be drinking something alcoholic, and while none of them would so much as blink if you got one too, decide to go with kid-friendly pink lemonade instead.

20. At first, the conversation will be superficial. Listen. Pipe in occasionally when your mom is telling a story about the mix-up at your school that had the school in lockdown for an hour.

21. Try not to look confused when Uncle Pete says “The line at the bar is slower than molasses coming out’a bottle,” or Aunt Jo says “He has more plans than he can shake a stick at.” The vernacular’s different here.

22. After a few minutes of this, Cousin Marie will look over her shoulder and lower her voice. “Annie and Darnell are getting a divorce.” Look down at your lemonade at the mention of your cousin. “Darnell’s filing a restraining order against her and is trying to get custody of the kids.” Your mom doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t seem fazed either. The adults discuss this for a while, but you’ll feel strangely guilty. Try and put it out of your mind.

23. Aunt Jo will ask you: “How was your birthday? Eighteen, huh? Big year!” Before you can answer, Aunt Rachel will suddenly turn to you as if she’s had a magnificent idea. “There’s a boy named Tyler who is rentin’ our trailer right now, and he’s your age, and he’s single! He’s coming tonight, so I’m gonna introduce y’all.” It’s okay if it takes you a while to understand that she’s trying to set you up. She’ll be craning her neck to see if Tyler has arrived yet. Abstain from looking relieved when she says she doesn’t see him. Then panic at the mischievous look in her eye as she says: “Yet.”

24. When the conversation shifts to the groom, their eyes start to twinkle in a way that makes you nervous. “I heard his mother was almost imprisoned for insurance fraud!” Cousin Marie says delightedly, like she’s announcing she won the lottery. “She set their house on fire, and the groom’s sister died!” Know that none of your friends back home would believe this, even if you decided to tell them.

25. When someone announces that the outdoor ceremony is going to begin, look for a seat. There’ll be plenty of options, considering you’re related to about two thirds of the guests, but go sit by your parents.

26. Try not to grimace at the bright yellow bridesmaid dresses; they really aren’t as bad as the puke green your grandma chose for her bridesmaids when she got remarried.

27. Thank your lucky stars you aren’t in the wedding party this time. You’ve already been a flower girl three times and a bridesmaid twice.

28. Silently take note of which of the groomsmen are obviously not from this area. You can tell by the way they tucked their jeans into their obviously brand-new cowboy boots.

29. Cousin Sarah will come down the aisle in a lacy wedding dress underneath a denim jacket, matching the groom’s pair of blue jeans. When the groom and bride stand facing each other, resist the urge to laugh at the image that could very well be the cover of a western romance novel.

30. Don’t panic when you don’t know the words to the hymns spread throughout the ceremony. Your parents are singing loudly enough to cover for you.

31. When the bride and groom say their vows, think back to the couple at the gas station. Even though your cousin wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of crocs, much less pink ones, the expression on their faces is the same.

32. If you get suddenly emotional, don’t cry under any circumstances. Your family will see, and you don’t want anyone to tease you later.

33. Clap when the bride and groom kiss, signaling the end of the ceremony.

34. Aunt Jo will poke your shoulder from the row behind you. “You’re next!” she’ll say. Laugh, even though you’re not sure she’s trying to be funny.

35. When your family migrates towards the barn for the party, follow your dad this time. Hopefully his conversations will be about cars and John Deere instead of gossip.

36. Look about the room as Great Uncle Carl and your dad frequently use terms you don’t understand as they talk about how the harvest is going. Your dad grew up on a dairy farm. You grew up among skyscrapers.

37. Nudge Cousin Darnell when you see a (clearly drunk) man on the dance floor dancing like there’s a bumblebee in his pants. “Who’s that?” you ask. Cousin Darnell’s lip will curl. “That would be Aunt Jo’s new boyfriend.” Blink and glance over at Uncle Pete, Aunt Jo’s husband. “Boyfriend?” you ask. “Yeah, Jo and Pete’s divorce is finalized. Apparently, he got a vasectomy without telling her.”

38. Feel bad for Aunt Jo, who’s wanted kids for as long as you can remember.

39. Cousin Darnell will turn to you. “You’re eighteen now, huh?” Nod. He’ll chuckle. “Old enough to testify in court without parent approval.”

40. Tell him you haven’t signed the guest book yet and leave before he can ask you to testify against his wife.

41. Pretend not to see Aunt Rachel waving you over. She’s standing next to a young man by the door, and it only takes one guess to know what the young man’s name is. When Aunt Rachel starts walking towards you, turn to your dad and tell him you’re going to the restroom.

42. Walk up the stairs to the second level of the renovated barn and hope the bathrooms are up there.

43. Smooth the invisible wrinkles from your skirt as you look at your reflection, wondering how long you can stay in the restroom before someone comes looking for you.

44. Aunt Jill will come in and ask for your help in zipping her paisley-patterned dress down. Oblige her. “Have you heard your Cousin Marie is dating a guy from a cult?” she’ll ask from the bathroom stall. “I mean, I know it’s slim pickin’s out there, but where did that child go wrong?”

45. Wonder if you’ve ever been referred to as “that child”.

46. Make an excuse and leave the restroom.

47. Stand by the punch bowl, sip your drink, and wonder who you should go talk to. You know you missed all the speeches as the party is in full swing, but you’ve been to so many weddings at this point, you could make up a speech on the spot.

48. Smile when Cousin Jackson sidles up to you and starts a conversation. It won’t be hard to keep the conversation going as Cousin Jackson can talk the ear off a piece of corn. Keep your mouth shut when he complains about how he can’t find a wife and then calls wives “property” in the same breath.

49. Just when you think your family has hit on every event in a complete season of a daytime soap opera, Cousin Jackson lowers his voice and says: “Did you know Great Uncle Carl is planning to call a vote to push Grandma out of the family business?” Keep your eyes at a reasonable size when you stare at him. Your grandmother started that business with your grandfather; she has more of a right to the business than anyone else.

50. Find a secluded balcony and stand out there looking at the stars but be careful of the precarious railing. Let out a big sigh when the time on your phone is only 8:00.

51. Don’t scream when someone clears their throat behind you, and definitely don’t put your weight on the railing, because you might fall and break a leg in front of everyone on the lower level.

52. Try your best not to scowl when you see its Tyler, but if a little frown breaks through, it’s okay. When he says his name and holds out his hand, give him a weak smile as your back to him and return your eyes to the stars.

53. He’ll say: “So your Aunt Rachel wanted us to meet, so she sent me to come find you.” Nod your head, but don’t say anything or look at him. Hope, as Tyler continues asking questions, that he’ll eventually get the hint and go find someone else to charm. You wonder if your Aunt Rachel offered him a discount on this month’s rent if he succeeds on taking you out on a date.

54. Run his statements through your red flag database and furrow your brow when nothing comes up. He hasn’t mentioned sleeping with a gun beside his pillow, living in his mother’s basement, or having a ‘crazy ex’. He must not have grown up here.

55. Ask Tyler what he does for a living and raise your eyebrows when he says he’s getting a nursing degree. Aunt Rachel must not know that’s what he’s studying as she always says nursing is a career for women.

56. It’s okay if you blush when he compliments your smile, but don’t tell him its your first genuine smile of the evening. Before long, the two of you are laughing, and you’re enjoying yourself.

57. You should realize right about now that it’s too good to be true. Stiffen when he off-handedly mentions his last name, and it’s the maiden name of your dad’s grandmother. You’re related.

58. Laugh lightly at the way Tyler’s expression freezes when you tell him, even as you’re surprisingly disappointed.

59. As hard as it may be, remind yourself that in some roundabout way, this is good for you. Now you’ll be more than ready to leave tomorrow.

60. By this time, it’s ten o’clock, and you’re more ready to leave than ever. Say goodbye to Tyler quickly, because there’s no way to make it less awkward.

61. Your family will leave early in the morning, so take the time to hug all your aunts, uncles, cousins, and your cousins’ spouses and children.

62. Keep in mind that while the family is always late when you leave home, they’re always early to leave your grandma’s house, as if they’re reluctant to come and reluctant to stay. This trip, you don’t manage to get breakfast before everyone’s loading up.

63. Your parents are always quiet on the return journey, and now you think you understand why. Was every family gathering like this once you were old enough to understand the words “insurance fraud” and “business takeover”? Was your family dramatic enough to become the next Kardashians? Maybe eighteen isn’t such a magical age.

64. Groan when Cousin Marie sends you a picture of a ring on her finger.

#my writing #short story #yes this has all happened to me #family is complicated #thanksgiving is coming up #why why whyyy #creative writing #coming of age #humor

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asweetprologue · 3 years

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what I’m afraid to say

part two of a brand new train fic! we’ve been working on this one for a while, hope you enjoy!

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He keeps thinking about it, though. They spend a week in the little town that hired him to kill the cockatrice, half of it crammed into the healer's tiny hut. Jaskier's wound wasn't deep, but humans are so prone to infection and disease. Geralt hovers, until the owner of the hut shoos him away. She's an older woman named Madriga with gray hair pulled back against her head in a neat braid, and she reminds him so much of Nenneke that he goes with fairly little protest. Jaskier is still on bedrest, though he's recovered enough to protest the fact, so he can't follow Geralt out of the little hut like he probably wants to. Geralt lingers outside of the small home for a few minutes, not sure what he should do with himself. He still feels a tight knot of worry in his chest, and he knows it won't dissipate until Jaskier is well again.

He itches to do something, or maybe to say something. Every time he closes his eyes he sees the blood spreading out under Jaskier's fingers, and his teeth clench around the feelings that crawl up his throat. He doesn't think his tongue would be able to shape them all into words even if he tried.

But maybe he can twist some of those feelings into action, and Jaskier will understand them. He's always been good at that, always seems to understand what Geralt means even if he doesn't know himself.

He wanders closer to the center of the town, down the stretch of road that leads to the healer's hut. The day is warm and the late afternoon sun hangs low in a cloudless sky, a soft breeze blowing a burst of yellow flower petals across the dirt path. Geralt is offered a few scattered waves from some of the townsfolk as he approaches, a novel experience in and of itself. He's not sure if it's because they're grateful for his work, or if they just feel bad about Jaskier's injuries. His playing the night before the job had been welcome in the small town, and everyone loved Jaskier. They'd been more than accommodating while the bard healed.

The evening market is just getting set up as he approaches the square, and there's a young girl, maybe just on the cusp of teenhood, sitting with her elbow propped on her table. There are several trays of baked goods set out, and Geralt remembers how Jaskier had complained that morning about the plain porridge that he's been forced to eat alongside thin broth over the last few days. The healer had mentioned something about feeding him something more substantial for dinner, and that's something Geralt can help with. Relieved to find something he can actually do, some way to show Jaskier that he cares, he reaches into his coin pouch.

He makes a few purchases from the girl—a harsh haggler, to his amusement. He can't put the rest of his plan into motion until later, but he has some supplies to stock up on after the hunt anyways. He spends a while talking with the locals until he can barter for what he can. Restocking their road supplies is easy enough, and he even manages to find someone willing to part with a bottle of dwarven spirits. He's low on Cat, now, so he shells out the coin for it and then spends some time in the fields looking for berbercane fruit. It's the right season for them, and it's easy enough to spot the bright red fruits amongst the golden shafts of wheat.

Once the sun is just barely turning the edges of the grains white gold in the evening light, he makes his way to the tavern Jaskier had played at a few nights before. The barkeep recognizes him instantly, of course, and asks him when the young bard will be well enough to play for them again. Geralt shrugs; he doesn't know. Humans heal so slowly.

He's able to purchase a decent haul: a full loaf of rye bread, a clay bowl full of thick pottage, and another with baked parsnips, beats and onions. Along with the honey cakes he'd purchased from the girl, he thinks the spread will please Jaskier after nearly three full days of gruel. After a second thought, he picks up another trencher for their host, and then he bundles the goods in his cloak to carry back to the hut.

By the time he follows the dirt path out to the edge of the town and up to the hut, the shadows are growing long. It's late in the summer season, and the sun sets earlier and earlier nowadays. It's a harsh reminder that soon he will have to return to the mountains and bid Jaskier farewell for the winter. Though at this point the bard might be better off on his own, Geralt thinks darkly. If he's only going to get himself hurt, then maybe Geralt should just… let him go.

He opens the door to the hut perhaps more forcefully than needed, hearing it bump against the chair that sits behind it. The cot Jaskier is set up on is in the main area of the two room hut, and he looks up in surprise when Geralt steps through the door. Madriga is less impressed, only raising an eyebrow.

Geralt stands there for a moment, thrown by the new, exposed bandages on Jaskier's bare chest and Madriga's knowing stare, and then he hefts the bundle of cloth in his arms and says, “I, uh. Brought dinner.”

“Good,” Madriga grunts, getting to her feet. She hobbles over to Geralt—it's a miracle that she doesn't use a cane, he thinks—and takes the packaged food from him. “It's high time for him to get some solids in him.”

“One of the loaves is for you,” Geralt adds, moving automatically to help reposition the pillows behind Jaskier so that he can sit up more easily. The bard's eyes are bright when they find his, and Geralt looks away quickly, overwhelmed. “And there's plenty of stew. If you have need.”

The healer just nods, and shuffles over into the little kitchen area she has set up near the stove, pulling out a set of bowls from a chest in the corner. After a few moments she brings them the food and says, “I'll take mine in my room. Need to rest my feet. Make sure he doesn't spill on those new wrappings.” Geralt nods, holding the two bowls of pottage, and Madriga takes her own bowl and bread and closes the door to her bedroom behind her.

“This was kind of you,” Jaskier says, accepting the bowl that Geralt offers him. A half of the loaf of bread sits in each of their bowls, and Jaskier immediately fishes his out to take a bite of the stew soaked rye. He makes an appreciative sound, his eyes fluttering closed, and Geralt is left staring. Finally he remembers his own bowl and digs in, barely tasting the dish as he sneaks glances at Jaskier. The window across from the bed casts them in a faint orange glow in the dying light, and a highlight across Jaskier's cheekbone casts his face into sharp relief. He's lost weight over the last few days, Geralt realizes. He moves a portion of his stew into Jaskier's bowl.

“You're mother henning,” Jaskier says around a mouthful, laughing a bit even though Geralt knows it makes his side hurt.

“Just want you back on your feet,” Geralt mutters, going back to his own bowl. Once they're both done, he reaches into the bundle of cloth and pulls out another wrapped package, the cheesecloth sticky to the touch. He's probably going to have to wash his cloak, but he can't care at the moment. “Here,” he says, pushing the package into Jaskier's hands.

“Oh,” Jaskier breathes, letting the cheesecloth fall open to reveal the honey cakes. “I love these. You remembered?”

Half a dozen responses hover on Geralt's lips. Of course, he wants to say, I remember everything, I'm always paying attention to you, there's nothing else. I care, I care, I care. Instead, he just says, “You rave about them every time we're in a town. Hard to miss.”

Jaskier's eyes crinkle up at the edges. He's so beautiful, even ruffled and covered in three days of sweat and old blood. Geralt aches to reach out, but he keeps his hands to himself until Jaskier offers him one of the honey cakes. He doesn't let their fingers brush in the exchange. “Didn't know you were listening,” Jaskier says, with a wry smile.

Geralt just hums around a mouthful of honey, and he burns with all the things he doesn't say.

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Together

Anonymous asked: Hello! Can you do a Harryxfem! Reader where people see how Harry looks at the reader (calorie challenge- rematch (time stamp 27:17)) and the reader is so oblivious to Harry’s feeling for her because he broke up with his long-term ex last fall and she doesn’t want to read deep into it and just keeps telling people that they’re just friends even though everyone can see past the bull crap and keeps shipping them because they’re very similar and meant to be and after months of Harry pinning after her he tries to move on and go on dates (which fails but she doesn’t know that it’s not working out for him ) so she starts seeing someone and magically somehow end up together and become the “it” couple because of how blunt and honest they are. Sorry that was long! Hope you can write it thanks!

A/N Good gosh this is a long one. I hope you enjoy! Requests are open

Sitting on the sofa next to Cal, snuggled in a mountain of blankets in Harrys apartment whilst the boys filmed a video was always fun. They were filming the 100,000 calorie challenge and it was JJ, Vik , Cal and Harrys turn to be eating the calories. We were sat watching JJ as he revealed he had absolutely failed the challenge to everyones surprise. The boys all started to complain as I giggled at the failure which was JJ right now. I felt a slight nudge on my side and Cal not so discreetly nodding towards Harry, I looked over at him and smiled but he averted his gaze from me and buried his head into the massive bear still complaining at JJ as it was revealed he had messed up the challenge even more by starting before the official time.

After JJ’s little mess up they decided to make the fried mars bars, and I feel as though even saying it is cause for disaster. The boys were all crowded around the counter, just making a mess really, not much surprise there. I was happy in my own little world scrolling through instagram with the boys chatter in the background when I started to smell something burning and a mass amount of smoke from the boys. “Oh my god you idiots” I said matter of factly before grabbing the pan and holding it out the window, not wanting the apartment to stink of burnt mars bars as the guys tried to switch off the fire alarm.

Once everything had calmed down I started to clean up as the boys ate the left over chocolates. “ you don’t have to clean up Y/N” Harry said to me as he bought over a plate to the sink. “Its ok I don’t mind, something to do at least” I smiled up at him. “You sure? I feel bad” he said scratching his shoulder and giving me an awkward smile. “I’m sure, go enjoy your food” I giggled pushing the boy away from me slightly. I finished up the washing as the boys chatted over their takeaways trying to figure out how many calories they were up to. I popped the remaining dishes in the dish washer and popped it on for the boys.

Once they had finished Cal and I bid the boys goodbye and hoped in an Uber, we lived in the same apartment complex so it made sense that we shared rides just about everywhere. “Soooo” cal started tapping his his legs to the beat of the song that the Uber driver had popped on for us. i gave him a questioning glance as I sent my text to Harry, informing him I had popped the dish washer on and for him not to forget about it. “When are you two finally going to get together” Cal said peering over my shoulder and trying to take a peek at my texts with Harry. I just scoffed switching off my phone and turning my head to look at Cal. “Look he got out of a long term relationship not even six months ago, he just needs a friend right now, and that’s all I am, a friend, plus even if he hadn’t just gotten out of a relationship, well I don’t think he’d be interested in me anyway, like I said I’m just a friend” I shrugged to Cal giving him a half smile trying to cover the sadness which was evident on my face. “I don’t know Y/N if you ask me, or well any of the lads he looks at you like your a gift here gracing us all with your presence. like your some type of angel, he likes you, he really does, he’s just scared to ruin what you have” Cal stated as we hoped out the uber and made our ways into the lift. “Well I don’t want to sound rude, but I didn’t ask Cal, I don’t need my hopes being brought up just for it all to be speculation.” I stated matter of factly. “This is me, I’ll see you later yh?” I questioned Cal who just pursed his lips and nodded to me giving a small see ya.

I really wasn’t trying to be rude but I had had my heartbroken so many times, and I don’t want to start getting my hopes up about Harry if it is just all speculation and some sort of narrative the lads were making up for themselves. I slumped down on my bed and posted a selfie on instagram asking people what they want to know about me. I wasn’t a huge YouTuber but I did have a large instagram following meaning the questions flooded in within an instant. There was the usual that I answered such as my favourite colour, what am I having for dinner, best place I had ever visited and so on. After a few more generic questions someone asked what my favourite picture was. I scrolled through my camera roll and found one of Harry and I at winter wonderland. we were both wearing Santa hats and he was giving me a piggy bag as I held onto a large teddy he had won me moments before. I captioned it ‘Christmas with my Bestfriend, look at how goofy he looks @wroetoshaw’ I giggled as I posted the pic remembering that day. it was a rare day off for the both of us and with Harrys break up still fresh I decided we should go to Winter Wonderland and just have fun. Which we did, it was one of my most treasured memories with him. He had taken his breakup so hard that I felt it was important that he had a friend around who could take the crying and emotions, someone to just cuddle with and forget about the world. And over the past few months I realised that my feelings for Harry had grown, but he was still hurting and there was no way that I was being any boys re-bound.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to blaring light through the blinds of my lounge. I groaned to myself before getting up and trudging to my bedroom to sort myself out. i looked at my phone and I had a few texts from Harry. I smiled as I read them.

‘Thank you! Almost forgot, you are honestly the best Xx’

‘You alive???? Xx’

‘Good night Xx’

‘Like the insta pic’

I furrowed my eyebrows at the last text. It was sent only minutes after the goodnight text and it didn’t have any of the kisses we usually put on the end of our texts to each other. I also hadn’t got a good morning text from Harry, that was particularly strange because I have always gotten a Good morning and Good night text from him for the past few months with out fail. I just shrugged it off before replying,

‘Haha no problem! I fell asleep as soon as I got home I’m sorry :( wanna meet up later? Xx’

I smiled at my reply before going to my bedroom and changing to look more presentable. I checked my phone and it was almost lunch meaning Cal was coming over to film a video with me. just as I re adjusted my hair for the a millionth time I heard a knock on the door signalling that cal was here. “Hello stranger” I smiled letting him into my apartment with the array of crisps and snacks he had in his arms. We were filming a British corner shop mukbang whilst answering twitter questions. As Cal settled himself in my studio I helped by opening the array of snacks and cans of drink that he had bought for us. “Hey really weird question but have you heard from Harry today?” I questioned trying not to sound so desperate as to the whereabouts of the boy. “Uh yh messaging me all morning, think he’s got something on tonight. He not told you?” Cal looked up from the array of junk raising his eyebrows at me as I just shook my head in disbelief that he was ignoring me. As we settled in our seats and I turned the camera on I sent Harry a quick text.

‘Hey have I done something wrong?? :( Xx’

The video was going amazing. Cal and I just naturally bounced off of each other and the questions the fans were giving us were quite juicy. “Alright, alright, I’ve got one. Y/N has Harry asked you out yet or is he still being a melt? From @CalFreezy” I giggled at the question and raised my eyebrows at Cal. “These are meant to be from Fans” I retorted to Cal telling him off a little. “Yh Freezy is your biggest fan he’s always nattering on about you and talking about you moving in with them when Harry gets the guts” Cal defended himself causing me to burst out laughing. “Well we all know Harry and I are friends, I love him very much but that’s as deep as it goes” I replied to Cals previous question from Freezy, slight sadness barely evident in my voice. “Is that the only thing that goes deep” Cal stated before bursting out laughing at himself and falling back in his chair ultimately falling off of it causing me to laugh. “Well that’s it for today guys thank you for watching and thanks to this idiot for joining me” I smiled at the camera before shutting it off and helping Cal from the floor.

“You really need to stop that you know? You can’t force anything to happen” I said matter of factly towards cal as he nibbled on some Pringles. “You see Y/N I’m actually Cal from the future and I’m just stating facts” he gave me a cheesy grin as I tutted at him and rolled my eyes. I was taken out of my trance by a text from my phone. “Alright ditch me for lover boy” Cal called after me. I opened my phone to see it was from Harry but it wasn’t what I was expecting.

‘Hey Y/N, we shouldn’t hang out anymore it makes Belle uncomfortable.’

“Cal what the fuck is this” I shouted to my friend. I heard the thudding of his feet and turned around to show him the message I had just received. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Belle Belle Belle Oh Belle, her really?” Cal scrunched his nose up at me. “Ummm elaborate, who’s Belle?” I pressed for him to release more info to me. “Oh Harry went on a date with her like three weeks ago, looks like it worked out, well for them I guess” Cal shrugged piecing the different parts of the puzzle together for me. “Oh, wow, so he is just gonna drop me like that, like I’m, I’m nothing, like i wasn’t the one there for him when he was mourning over his last breakup. Well that’s a kick in the teeth” I said starting to sniffle, tears threatening to break their way out of my eyes and my mood instantly dropping to nothing. “Hey no don’t cry” Cal said engulfing me in a hug, which I gladly melted into. “If he couldn’t see what he had with you then that boy is more blind than we all thought.” Cal reassured me rubbing my back. “Plus your make up looks too nice to cry it off” Cal said catching a stray tear from my face and making me giggle a little. “Oh Cal why can’t we fall in love?” I questioned sniffing and straightening out my clothes. “Because that would be like fucking my sister and that’s weird” Cal stated making me giggle.

I don’t think anyone could quite get their heads wrapped around the fact that Harry was with someone new, especially because that someone was not me. For the next month I got fans tweeting me asking if Harry and I had broken up or if he had gone crazy. I also got sorry looks from my friends. Always being placed in the furthest seat away from Harry, always given excuses as to why I couldn’t come to shoots. It sucked majorly. And the worst part about all of this is everyone felt like they had to tread on eggshells around me, as if I wasn’t a fully grown woman who could handle these situations.

I knocked on Simons apartment door before he opened it replying to someone about something. “Oh Y/N you alright” he said quickly closing the door a little. “Yh Talia said I could pop round and grab my camera that she borrowed.” I said smiling at the lanky man. “Oh yh well um come in, just be careful yh” Simon nodded at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and just nodded at his comment following him through to the living room. And as soon as I saw the tall figure sat next to Harry with an unimpressed look on her face I realised why Simon gave me such a warning. “Heyyyy Y/N Is here” Ethan called standing up giving me a hug making me giggle a little. “Yh Talia knicked my camera again” I stated smiling at the girl who blushed a little realising she still hadn’t returned my device. “Oh so that’s Y/N” a snotty voice said causing everyone to quiet down and all eyes turning in her direction. “Yup, the one and only” I smiled back at her trying to be as nice as possible. “Belle right? Nice to meet you” I smiled back at her trying to make conversation in the silent room. I rocked back and forth on my heels for a while, Belle gave me a good look up and down, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips as if wanting to comment something. Before she could I saw Harry whisper something to her and she scoffed. “If I have an opinion I’m going to say it. And I have many about her” Belle said loud enough for everyone to hear whilst pointing at me. “Here I found it” Talia smiled at me handing me my camera before noticing the mood of the room.

“Ok well, I will be off then, lovely to see you all and to meet you Belle” I stated the last part through gritted teeth before spinning around and making my way to the door. “Even worse from the back” I heard Belle try and whisper to I presume Harry. I stopped in my tracks and raised my eyebrows. The audacity of this girl, how dare she disrespect me in front of all my friends. I turned around to meet her eyes with a sickeningly sweet smile on my face. Before I could say anything though Talia butted in. “You know what, you do not talk to my friend like that, I have barely known you a month and I am so sick of you already, please leave before I do or say something I regret” she smiled at Belle joining me by my side and linking arms with me. Belle just looked around at everyone, with everyone just averting their gaze and waiting for something big to happen. All she did was huff, grabbing Harrys hand and storming out of the apartment with him.

“Jesus Y/N what did you do to make him choose her, she’s like an angry controlling goblin” Ethan huffed as soon as we all heard the door close. “Hey, I got cut off a long time ago, ask him not me” I giggled before thanking Talia and leaving the apartment to go home.

I was lounging around my apartment, Ethans words spiralling around my head. I decided tonight was for me. I popped on my favourite movie and rummaged through my freezer finding some ben and Jerrys and starting to scoff down the tub. This sofa must be super man or something because I had soon fallen asleep, I was only awoken by loud continuous knocking at my door. I regained my focus and gaged my surrounding before wrapping a blanket around myself and making my way to the door. As soon as I opened it I was pulled into a bone crushing hug. “I’m so fucking sorry, its you its always been you, I don’t know what I was thinking, I just needed someone to fill the void and she was ok for a week but I need you. You are all I need, all I want, please forgive me I love you” as much as I just wanted to melt into his arms I pulled my self back so that we were an arm lengths apart. “You best come in” I sighed. I finished the teas and made my way over to Harry, passing him his favourite mug of mine. I crossed my legs as we sat at opposite ends of the sofa in silence.

“What about Belle?” I broke the silence, harry whipped his head up to look at me. “Look I’m so sorry she was a mistake and I should never have even given her shot. She’s so nasty and I could never forgive myself. This past month without you has felt like my heart was ripped in two. I’ve been so miserable and then when I saw you today I felt like I had been given a new chance at life. I get it if you hate me but I need you so bad and I cant live without you.” Harry opened his heart to me for the second time that evening. “You’re such a dummy Harry” I said with a sigh placing my mug on the coffee table. Harry looked at me as if he was broken by the words I just said. I just shook my head at him before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on his lips. The moment seemed to last forever. It was like in the movies when time slowed down and fireworks erupted around the couple who after all their trials and tribulations finally found each other. “I can’t help but love you Harry” I whispered only inches from his face as I pulled back for air, a sly grin on my face. Harrys arms snaked around my wait brining me into him for another soft kiss. i leant my head on his chest listening to his heart, thumping like it was going to break out and slap me in the face. “So what now” harry mumbled into my hair. I leant up so my eyes met his. “Well you will ask me on a date to a nice restaurant where we end up getting a little too drunk. Then we walk along the Thames, watching people walk by when at the perfect moment when the city goes silent you ask me to be your girlfriend and then we come back here and spend the night together. But with a little more physical activity than were used to” I grinned at him causing him to chuckle. “So you forgive me?” He said looking at me with pleading eyes. “God yes I forgive you, I could never be mad at you” I smiled at him. How could I? I did truly love him and it was as simple as that.

After a few months, and the date Harry had promised, we told our friends and announced to our followers that we had finally decided to get together. apparently it was quite obvious as the boys had started taking bets as to when we would tell them about our new relationship. The fans seemed to love it as well, always receiving amazing and supportive comments on all of our posts and videos that we did together. Although we were young I think people saw how care free and happy we made each other. Most importantly how much we loved each other.

#Harry Lewis x reader #Harry Lewis one shot #Harry Lewis imagine #wroetoshaw #harry lewis #w2s #sidemen

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itskatastrophe-x · 3 years

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Far Off Places (CH 2)

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Word Count : 3,022

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It took a few hours to wake up, but when you did, you sat up in a cold sweat, sharp pains shooting through your ribs, legs, and back. Almost three days of walking and running had taken a huge toll on your body. You scrunched your face in pain and shot a hand to your chest, noticing bandages around your arm and hand. That’s when you were very aware of your surroundings and two other figures in your peripheral. You looked at them in shock, their faces mirroring your same expression. You remembered the one with the wings just as you fell to the ground, but this second person you hadn’t seen. How many people were here, you wondered.

You tried to speak but your throat was raw and all that came out were raspy whispers and coughs. The one with wings looked at the taller one and motioned to a doorway. The taller one nodded and walked away swiftly, coming back seconds later with a bottle of water and another one full of a sparkling pink liquid. He handed you both of them and advised to drink the pink one first and wash it down with the water, explaining it was a health potion. You obliged and gulped it as fast as you could, almost gagging from the taste, and quickly chugged and swished the water after, feeling the effects almost instantly. You thanked them both and handed the bottles back to the boy and he took them back through the doorway, leaving you and the winged man alone. You fiddled with the bandages on your arms for a moment and cleared your throat a couple times before finally speaking.

“Where am I? Who are you? Thank you for the help.” The man lightly chuckled and took off his hat, his hair falling to frame his face. “My name is Philza, but you can call me Phil. The other one is Ranboo, he’s our friend that lives over by the mountain.” His voice had a very thick accent, unlike the boy, Ranboo. You nodded and he continued. “You’re outside of the Dream SMP. I live with Ranboo here with Technoblade. He goes by Techno. He’s currently asleep and we’re not sure when he’ll wake up. You’ve seen our dogs,” he chuckles out, drawing a smile onto your face. You scratch the back of your neck and heat makes its way to your face. “I’m sorry if I woke you. Your dogs made quite the ruckus.” He smiles fondly at you and waves you off. “Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re normally up around that time anyway. Days have been pretty restless lately, what with all the wars and such going on.”

He notices the worry on your face and goes on. “We tend to stay out of things. We’ve been involved too many times and we all like to keep things peaceful. These cabins are essentially a safe place. No one really knows where we live and we’d like to keep it that way. You aren’t here as a spy are you?” You shake your head and look down at your hands, bruises and cuts litter your body, but are slowly fading thanks to the potion from earlier. “No, I uh…” You clear your throat and steel yourself to speak more. “I… I travelled for three days to get here. My homeland was destroyed and I have nowhere to go.”

You look up at the man, the younger boy now standing next to him, staring at you in wonder and concern, the same concern seen in Phil’s eyes. “I’m still not sure how much I can trust anyone so I won’t say much more, but I lost my home and everyone I know. I’ve come a long way and I need somewhere safe. The person that murdered and burned my home could still be out there, and I need help. I know we’re strangers but I hope to trust you two more. You seem like nice people and, if you’re willing, I’d like to find some help some day to go back and figure out what happened.”

They both stare at you for a while until Phil smiles politely and nods. “Of course! Do you have a name you’d like us to call you?” You think for a minute, not being able to come up with a name to go by so as to keep your real name hidden. Ranboo speaks up a minute later. “We could call you Faer, if that’s ok. As a name it means Traveler.” You smile brightly at the small name and nod. “I guess that fits, seeing as I am technically a traveler now. I didn’t do much of that back home, so sure, let’s go with that.” They both nod in unison. “Faer,” you say to yourself. A fitting name, short and sweet and it rolled off the tongue nicely. Maybe one day when you knew you could trust them you’d tell them your real name, but for now that nickname would do.

They gave you some supplies, a bed, and some armor and better clothes after you got some rest and pointed you to a good spot to set up your own little home. They also gave you a map of the surrounding areas and gave you a rundown of some of the people that lived in the main cities, but there were so many that you forgot half of them. Ranboo followed you out to pick a spot to settle down, idly chatting about how life was in the area, who to stay away from, where all the farms were, and just general stuff to pass the time. Eventually you ran out of wood so you both ventured into the woods to chop some more.

After a couple hours, your small abode was looking good. It wasn’t anything fancy or as big as Techno or Phil’s houses, but it did the job. All you had to do yet was finish putting walls up inside, decorating, and making it pretty outside. You added some fences to give yourself a front yard, placed torches to liven up the place, and also made a small deck out front facing the aforementioned houses. It took a couple more hours of work to get the inside done, but everything was done around sunset and you were ready to pass out. Phil came over close to the end and said Techno was awake and they would be over soon to welcome you in. You were grateful to have such a warm welcome, but you were still on edge. How well could you trust these people? Sure, they gave you plenty of things and were friendly, but it felt like they were hiding something or were keeping information away from you. The way they would shirk off certain questions or avoid subjects completely was weird. You assumed it was because they didn’t trust you either, so you shrugged it off. You were a stranger to them. A person that ended up passing out on their land, giving them no info on who you were or where you came from. You were lucky you ended up here, though. Hearing some of the stories Ranboo told you made you glad this was the closest on your journey.

Ranboo returned, after leaving to clean himself up, with some flowers, a diamond sword, and a couple emeralds to get you started. After chatting with him for a couple minutes you heard a knock on your front door, signaling the return of Phil. You hopped off of your seat and opened the door to greet him. He had a couple dishes of various kinds of foods piled into his arms, so you gladly took some from him. What you were not prepared for was Techno. You didn’t know what to expect, as Phil had given no description, but the tall half pig, half human standing behind the winged man with a disgruntled look on his face, flowing red cape, and glinting golden crown was absolutely something you weren’t expecting. I mean, you weren’t one to judge, you just had no clue what to expect. Phil walked past you and asked Ranboo for help setting everything up, leaving you with the large man. He gave you a huff and walked past you, cape gently hitting you in the shins as the wind from him walking pushed it out behind him. You stood there, slightly in shock with the door open, as he made himself at home in your new living room. You closed the door and turned around to see him with his head hanging off the back of the couch, eyes closed and arms crossed. He did just wake up, maybe he’s still tired.

The night was going well in your eyes. You and Ranboo were getting along well and you could see why he was saying Phil was very much like a powerful father figure. Techno joined in on some conversations occasionally when he thought he had something to say. You asked him some simple questions but he refused to answer anything. You chalked it up to him not trusting you at all so you let it slide and shrugged it off. Phil had nudged him or elbowed him a few times if he thought he was getting out of line, but you waved it off saying you weren’t bothered. Honestly you weren’t bothered. You had heard worse in your courts back at home, so little phased you at this point. Thinking about your home had apparently made you zone out, because you were brought back to real life when you heard your new name being called. Ranboo had shook your shoulder lightly, concern etched onto his and Phil’s faces, amusement and curiosity finally glinting in Techno’s eyes. You laughed lightly and put a hand to your face, feeling wetness on your cheeks. When had you started crying?

“Faer, are you ok? What’s wrong?” Ranboo’s hand retracted and he stared at you with intense focus, very clearly concerned. You looked down at your empty plate, long forgotten from the hours before during your conversations. You contemplated telling them the truth, second guessed yourself, then shook your head and covered your face with both hands, letting out a short sigh. You knew you would have to tell them eventually, and you supposed now was as good a time as any. You started off at your lineage, being born into a royal family, being sheltered since you were young, your training and lessons. Everything shortened into smaller stories to keep things simplified. Everything leading up to your parents inevitable deaths and you becoming the ruler of a whole kingdom.

Techno had perked at the words “royal family”, finally becoming invested in something and listening closely, asking questions every once in a while. Ranboo and Phil sat in shock as Techno had basically taken over the conversation, you pouring out details as he asked. You weren’t sure why exactly you were letting him get so much out of you, but all of them seemed to relax the more you talked about your past, until finally you reached the downfall of your oversized city. Ranboo had gotten more invested in this, and seemed to want to figure out how it happened as well. He said he was a fan of theories and small details that seemed to be hidden, so he agreed to helping you find the arsonist.

They asked for coordinates so you got up, grabbed all the plates to take them to the kitchen, found your journal, and brought it back to where everyone was sitting. Ranboo’s eyes lit up as he watched you flip through the pages and you caught onto his gaze and smiled. He opened his own bag and brought out a journal silently, smiling the whole time, mentioning how he kept his own journals. You made a mental note to try to ask about them at another point as he put his away. You finally flipped to the page holding info about your kingdom and pulled out a map from between the pages as well, flipping them to face Techno and Phil. They looked over everything and you watched intently as they pointed and flipped, exchanging words every few seconds.

“We can just make a portal,” Techno finally grunts out. “Most of our locations we stay in have portals to each and highways connecting to the main portal by the community house. The only thing we would worry about is having you out and about. Some of the people here… Aren’t so trustworthy.” You think back to your conversation with Ranboo and nod. “Yeah, Ranboo said something about an Egg? What’s that all about?” They all go quiet and you feel like you’ve asked the wrong question. “I’m assuming it’s nothing good, so I won’t press anymore, but if it’s unavoidable then you’ll have to tell me eventually.” Phil speaks up from his side of the table. “Well, all we should tell you now is to not touch the vines, and if you hear anything to let us know right away. Don’t trust any bad thoughts.” You were taken back by that but hesitantly croaked out an ‘ok’ and left it there.

You all spent the last hour together coming up with a plan to get you to your kingdom, what you could look for, and who else you might be able to trust. The date was decided to be set for a week from the present day and you would find two more people, Karl and Sapnap. Ranboo said you would get along well with them and they were people they knew could help that had a lot of knowledge. Karl was a master at problem solving and a time traveler (though he still didn’t know exactly how to control it and only used it when he had to), and Sapnap was born in fire so he knew it well, meaning he might be able to know something from the wreckage. After everything was said and done, you were waving goodbye as they all crossed the snow covered field to their separate homes.

You shut the door and sighed, leaning your back against the solid wood plank, your head also falling back to rest on it, eyes closing as you listened to your breathing and heartbeat. The gentle crackling from the fireplace and torches calmed your nerves more as you pushed off the door and made your way to the kitchen to extinguish some of the lights. After cleaning up and tidying everything, you looked over the living room once more and smiled to yourself, finding your way up the stairs and into your bathroom to wash off and get ready to sleep.

All this alone time gave you time to think about the plans, and the more you thought, the more you doubted this person named Sapnap. You were told he had some kind of fire ability, and seeing as most of your kingdom was set on fire, you didn’t think he was very trustworthy. No matter how far away this place was, he was still suspicious to you. I mean, what were you supposed to think when you got to a random location and on the first day upon arrival you were told that there was someone here with a fire ability? Were you just supposed to trust this stranger immediately, just like that? You didn’t like that thought at all, but you trusted Ranboo and Phil enough already that you figured you should give this Sapnap guy a chance.

And with those last few thoughts, you finished settling in to sleep, finally in a proper bed after three long days. The thick blanket and the flickering light of the last embers in the hearth helped you to drift off to sleep. You made a mental note to write in your journal when you wake up, since you were exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open.

Hot. Burning. Loud crashing. Your eyes snapped open and you were finally aware of your surroundings. Your kingdom around you, burning to the ground, craters dotted the ground. You were surrounded by fire. You screamed out in pain and searched for a safe way out. Why was this happening? No. You knew the answer, you just had to remember. Right? Right! Dreams. You could solve things using your dreams, being thrown back into the middle of situations to see what went wrong. To look over missed details. The only downside was the fact that all your senses still worked. It was like time travelling but without all the paradoxical consequences. Essentially just to play detective.

You ran through the blaze, trying to find a safe path while also looking for clues. There was nothing but destruction, burnt remains, and the smell of burning wood. You finally made it to a clearing where the plaza in front of the castle was, and there in the distance between all the red flames and black smoke, there was a flash of color. It was fast, so you almost missed it, but it was there. Who was that? With that thought alone, you were sprinting in the same direction, not caring about the flames that would kiss your skin or the ember covered logs that would catch your legs. You needed this lead, no matter what kind of pain you went through.

You spent what felt like hours running around. Your legs felt like they were being torn apart, your skin was burning and blistered in a lot of spots, and it was getting too hard to breathe. There was no sign of the green that you saw earlier, so you gave into your body and fell to the brick walkway under you, the rough texture stinging your skin. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily, hoping you would wake up soon. Then you heard it. The sound of feet on the pavement ahead of where you laid. Your body hurt as you lifted your head, vision going fuzzy and dark as the person neared. Green.

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Osblaine Week Day 2: Headcanons

My list is long (though far from exhaustive haha- I could really go on forever), so it's under the cut. May we be blessed with more details in the future so we don't have to keep headcanoning them.

Holly is left-handed, just like her Uncle Josh. Nick is deeply moved by this small connection they share, feeling as if Josh lives on in her.

Nick and Holly's birthdays are both in February and are just a few days apart, with Nick's birthday coming just three days after hers. To him she is the greatest possible gift that he could ever receive. And the closeness of their birthdays has a deeper meaning too- his Mum and Josh had August birthdays that were just a few days apart.

Nick's family couldn't always afford it because money was tight and it was hard to get time off of work, but every couple of years they tried to visit Mackinac Island for a week in August to celebrate those August birthdays. Those handful of summer visits are among Nick's most cherished memories because it was the only time that his family was truly happy.

Growing up Nick was really close to his Mum. She was a very gentle, kind, and sweet person, and raised Nick to be the same. She was the head and heart of their household. When she died the Blaine family fell apart. Nick's father and Josh both struggled to function, falling deep into a pit of depression and spiralling further after they were laid off. Seeing no other alternative, Nick, himself deeply depressed, stepped up and tried to fill her place. He never felt like he was enough, because no one could ever replace his Mum.

Because he took on the head of the household role at a very young age, Nick's natural caretaking personality grew stronger, something that follows him for the rest of his life and is part of why he is such a good partner and father.

June sleeps cold while Nick sleeps hot. One night, very early on into their relationship, Nick wakes and looks over at June. He can tell from her face that she is cold and not entirely able to relax enough to sleep more deeply and get enough rest. So Nick gets out of bed and gathers his spare blanket from his trunk, tucking it carefully around her. After a few minutes, he sees June relax and fall more deeply asleep. When she awakens a couple hours later, very well-rested, she is deeply moved by the simple gesture. A gesture that hadn't been given to her in years. From then on Nick has the extra blanket out for her wrap up in. It's unspoken, but to both of them that blanket belongs to her.

Nick is a night owl while June is a morning person. This dichotomy works really well within their relationship as it allows for balance. In the mornings June wakes up early and goes for her run, then gets the kids up and going while Nick makes breakfast. Then at night Nick puts the kids to bed and stays up later than June to read, listen to music, watch tv, or just sit on the balcony and relax.

June enjoys the mornings because they're a new start, while Nick has a harder time with them because getting everyone up and going and out to where they need to be means they'll be apart for most of the day. Meanwhile Nick enjoys nights more because it's a winding down- the family is together and able to spend some quality moments with each other. At night Nick is most able to take care of everyone; there are no burdens or expectations, just love. The nights are peaceful and calming for him. For June, the nights are challenging because she finds it difficult to wind down- she enjoys being busy and being on the go, and the nighttime family rituals are the opposite. Together, Nick and June manage to balance each other out- June's drive and energy get Nick going in the mornings while Nick's tenderness and unwavering support help June wind down and relax at night.

Together, they sleep really well because they feel safe and so their subconsciouses are able to let go and relax. Without the other they struggle to get enough rest.

Nick is the cuddler of the two and really craves those moments in their relationship. The quiet warmth and comfort means so much to him and it's what he really looks forward to each night because he feels safe and loved.

One of June's favourite things to do is to watch Nick read. She finds it -the glasses and the lips pursed in concentration and the emotions on his face- incredibly sexy and she often finds herself unable to resist temptation and ends up distracting him, which Nick enjoys immensely. Nick also knows that she finds the whole thing erotic and so he puts himself into situations where he knows June will notice just what he's doing.

When they were living at the Waterford house, Nick never had to say that June was welcome to read his books, the acknowledgement that she was free to choose went unspoken between them because Nick knew that she didn't need his permission and June knew that she didn't have to ask; it was a natural thing because his apartment is was close to a home that she had in Gilead (he's her home) and so those books were as much hers as they were his.

In the Boston Globe they finally got to spend a lot of real downtime together. There they found many books, dvds, and cds that had been long-banned, left forgotten in the hastily abandoned office tower. In their free hours together they got to be a normal couple. In those hours they found that they both had an unapologetic love for Harry Potter and they enjoyed getting into enthusiastic debates about the subject. (Also, they both agreed that Nick is a Hufflepuff and June is a Gryffindor.) June loves Friends, while Nick teases her that it was before his time and that he preferred Glee, which June hated because she thought the singing was terrible. Both share a love for boy bands, with Nick's music tastes being more varied than June's and he introduces her to many good songs. Both are avid readers, but June is especially and Nick reads each and every book she hands to him.

Together they learn all sorts of things that accompany a normal, happy relationship; June can't cook worth a damn while Nick is skilled at batch meals like soups, stews, and chili. Nick loves coffee and tea equally (he's especially fond of a good Hong Kong-style milk tea, the kind his mother use to make) while June is exclusively a coffee person. Nick's favourite chore to do is laundry and June is amazed to find out that he'd often take the laundry off of Rita's hands whenever he could as she despised it. Meanwhile June's preferred chore is doing the dishes, because she doesn't contribute by and so she likes to do her bit by washing up.

In the Boston Globe, Nick finds a copy of "What to Expect When You're Expecting" and reads it in its entirety, an action that makes June cry from emotion.

While in the Boston Globe, Nick does everything he can to fulfil June's pregnancy cravings, including trading his valuable illicit liquor for her beloved Twinkies. He loved being able to do that for her because it made her smile and Nick lived for those smiles.

Both Nick and June share a commonality of being bookworms as children, a trait that they pass down onto Holly. Their favourite weekend family activity is a trip to the library.

June was in the 'in' crowd in school while Nick was more of a loner and was very quiet. June ran track and was on the swim team, and was good enough to get a partial scholarship to a good school where she majored in English. Nick never played any sports (though like all good Detroit boys, was a big hockey fan and knows how to skate, and Nick's parents, especially his father, were such big fans that they gave their sons hockey-related middle names- Joshua Gordon [after Gordie Howe] and Nicholas Stanley [after the Stanley Cup]) but he excelled at English and social studies. He couldn't afford to go to university, something that broke his father's heart as he wanted to give Nick the chance to go that he never got. (Josh meanwhile, was very artistic and was particularly good at photography- one of Nick's prized possessions is a print of one of Josh's photos. Like Nick, he couldn't afford to go to school.)

After getting into Canada together after getting Hannah out of Gilead, June and Nick and their family move from Toronto to Kelowna, finding great comfort in the mountains and also appreciating that it helps Hannah recover from what she's lived through as the mountains are comforting and familiar to her.

My biggest crack headcanon is that Nick and June have the same blood type (O+) and it was Nick's blood that was donated to help June after her haemorrhage. Nick volunteered and this action was seen as so good and so 'godly' that it was a small element in pushing Nick further up the ladder. He knew this, but selflessly gave her his blood anyway, because it was the only way he could help.

#OsblaineWeek2021 #Nick x June #the handmaid's tale #nick blaine #june osborne #osblaine #anyway i could go on forever and forever because i have all these little details in my head #and so may be making an appearance in my current fic that i'm plodding along with #look- is the blood donation thing at all plausible? no. but is it so good? yes yes i think so #and so i accept nothing else because we all know nick would totally do such a thing

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Jordeclan going to an amusement park or a fair? They both just honestly need a break and some fun!!

anon i’m so sorry this took so long but hey i made it valentine’s day and there’s lynch bros content and i hope you like it (also on ao3)

Declan wakes up on the morning of Valentine’s Day not really aware that it’s Valentine’s Day.

It’s Saturday, so he doesn’t need to go into work, and he trundles down the stairs into the kitchen and makes himself a coffee. Matthew and Ronan are still asleep, the latter of whom spent the night after driving up the previous day to go to an art show with his brothers. (Ronan had been less than subtle about his disdain for the ‘art’ in question; Declan had dragged them out early to go to a diner for some burgers. Brotherly bonding at its finest.)

He sits at the breakfast bar with his coffee and checks his emails on his phone like he’s reading the news. There’s a few work things, but not too much, all things considered. He sends a good morning text to Jordan, knowing in all likelihood she won’t read it until at least noon. The thought of her brings a smile to his face, and he wonders if he’ll get to see her later. They don’t have any solid plans in place, but their relationship has never been one that follows a rigid structure anyway. She’s been a breath of fresh air in every possible way.

An hour or so later, Declan hears Ronan moving around in the guest bedroom upstairs, probably throwing his stuff together before he drives back to Singer’s Falls. Not long after that, Matthew comes down the stairs, golden curls matted to his head on one side from where he’s slept on them.

“Mornin’,” he says through a yawn, and takes a seat. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Whatever you want.”

Matthew hums. “I want eggs.”

Declan nods at the fridge. “Go on then.”

Matthew sighs but gets up again and opens the refrigerator, standing solemnly in front of it before slowly removing a carton of eggs.

He puts them down and makes a good show of looking lost as he meanders around the kitchen finding everything he needs. Declan knows he’s doing it on purpose, but goddamn if it doesn’t work. “For crying out loud, how do you want them?”

Matthew grins; he’s won this round. “Scrambled, please. You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can make your own toast, though. And go and ask Ronan if he wants any.”

“Yes, sir!” Matthew salutes, and runs off to the hallway to yell up the stairs at Ronan.

A mountain of breakfast later, Ronan disappears again to have a shower, and Declan makes Matthew wash the dishes. He sits in the living room and turns on some nature documentary just for background noise, but only a minute or two passes before Matthew comes in and sits down.

“You cannot possibly have finished the dishes yet,” Declan says.

“They need to soak,” Matthew insists, eyes skating guiltily from Declan’s face to the TV screen. “Oh, is this the one with the penguins?” He sits down, and Declan resolves himself to finishing the singular chore he asked Matthew to do later.

“Yes, half a job Bob, it’s the one with the penguins.”

Matthew smiles indulgently and settles in to watch, but they both get distracted a moment later when they spot Ronan walking past, carrying a lot more than he originally had with him.

“Why do you have a big teddy bear?” Matthew asks.

“Is that a boom-box?” Declan asks.

“Is that a heart-shaped balloon with Adam’s face on it?” Matthew asks.

“What are you doing?” Declan asks.

Ronan leaves everything in the hall by the door and comes to stand just inside the living room, hands in his pockets. He shrugs. “Just gonna make a pit-stop at Cambridge, that’s all.”

Declan sighs. “It’s not exactly on your way. Does Adam even know you’re coming?”

“No, it’s a surprise. It’s a funny inside joke Valentine’s surprise.”

“What do you mean, Valentine’s surprise, it’s not Val—oh my god.” Declan puts his head in his hands. “Oh my god, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, Declan,” Ronan says, the smile evident in his voice. “Forget, did you?”

Declan lifts his head. “It was a busy week at work.”

“Don’t worry, bro, I must have got all the romantic genes, it’s not your fault.”

Declan scowls but there’s little heat in it. He checks his phone and Jordan is yet to reply, which could mean nothing, but doubt now niggles in Declan’s mind. What if Jordan was expecting some kind of gesture and is now massively disappointed that Declan is so useless?

“What do I do? It’s too late to make any reservations.”

“Reservations are for chumps anyway, just go and do something fun,” Ronan says.

“Like what?” Declan snaps. All that’s running through his head is that he got Jordan some tyrian purple at great cost and at very short notice for their very first date. If her expectations for Valentine’s Day are high, he has no one to blame but himself.

“I’ll leave that up to you to figure out,” Ronan says. “I have to hit the road.”

Matthew laughs and elbows Declan playfully. “Ronan is a better boyfriend than you.”

“No he isn’t, shut up,” Declan says, which just makes Matthew laugh harder.

After Ronan hugs Matthew goodbye, Declan helps him carry the ridiculous gifts he has obviously dreamt up out to the car.

“Text me when you’re with Adam,” he says when he’s closed the trunk, “so I know you got there okay.”

Ronan opens the driver’s side door and levels Declan with a put-upon look. “Fine, I will try my very best to remember to text you when I arrive.”

Declan manages a smile. “Appreciate it. Drive safe.”

Ronan moves to get in the car, but hesitates, and turns back to his brother. “You’re not really worried that you forgot about today, right?” At Declan’s shrug, he continues, “Come on, Jordan’s cool, she’s not gonna care. Everyone knows Valentine’s Day is bullshit.”

“Says the guy who’s driving several hours out of his way in honour of said bullshit day,” Declan says pointedly.

Ronan shakes his head. “Look, the day’s irrelevant; I’m driving several hours out of my way because I miss my fucking boyfriend and this is as good an excuse as any to go see him.”

“Yes, but—”

“But nothing. Jordan likes you, for some unfathomable reason. She’s not gonna dump you because you didn’t remember to plan some posh, soulless valentine’s date.”

Abrasive as he is, Declan can’t deny that Ronan’s right. “When did you get so wise?” he grumbles, and Ronan smirks.

“Hey, statistically I’ve gotta be right about some things.”

“Once in a blue moon.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get out of here.” Ronan gets into the car, but Declan stops him before he shuts it. “You really think Jordan is cool?”

Ronan laughs. “Way too cool for you.”

Declan’s unwarranted fears about Jordan ignoring him fade as soon as she texts him back an hour or so later. She doesn’t mention the dreaded V-word, but she says there’s a fair in town, and asks if he wants to go.

A fair date sounds pretty perfect actually, and when he agrees, Jordan tells him she’ll pick him up at seven. She always does like to drive.

“I still haven’t got her a gift, though,” Declan tells Matthew. “Is it bad that I don’t have a gift?”

“You’re going to a fair,” Matthew points out. “Plenty of opportunities to be all manly and shit and win her something.”

“Language,” Declan says, and Matthew rolls his eyes.

“You should get her a card, at least.”

“Valentine’s Day cards are always so terrible, though,” Declan complains.

“So make her one. Jordan’s arty, she’d probably like that better anyway.”

Declan doesn’t like that both of his younger brothers are being smarter than him today, but nevertheless, Matthew is right, and Declan ransacks his office supplies to see what he can come up with.

He uses some high-quality photo paper to print out a picture of a pretty flower that he found online, then carefully cuts it out and glues it to the middle of the front of some card he’s folded in half. He frames it by cutting out strips of purple card and sticking them around the flower. Then he gets irritated with how shit it looks and considers throwing the whole fucking thing away and starting from scratch, when Matthew peers over his shoulder and says, “Aw, that looks really nice.”

So Declan keeps it, writes his message inside, and finds an envelope that is only a little bit too big to put it in.

Time’s getting on, so he goes to get ready. He has no idea what to wear for a date at a fair, and takes two tie options out to the living room to get Matthew’s opinion.

“Which tie is more appropriate?”

“Neither.”

“You didn’t even look.”

“I don’t need to. Don’t wear a tie. You’re not going on a job interview. Plus it’s February and you’ll be outside, put a sweater on.” Matthew does finally look at him now, and he sighs at Declan’s blue button-down and grey slacks. “This is what you wear for work, put some jeans on. You’ve like, met Jordan, right?”

“Alright, smartass, point taken.”

When Declan’s changed again, Matthew decrees his outfit of jeans and a fairisle sweater in navy tones boring but ultimately acceptable, which Declan figures is the best he’s going to get. He also thinks he’s going mad if he’s asking Matthew of all people for fashion advice.

He just has time to slip his coat on and put the card in the inside pocket before there’s a knock at the door, and Matthew runs to open it.

“Hiya, squirt,” Jordan says to him, which is funny because Matthew is taller than her.

“Hey. Declan tried to wear a tie.”

Jordan laughs, throwing her head back, and Declan finds there’s a dopey grin on his face even though his girlfriend and his brother are bonding over making fun of him. “Of course he did. Never fully dressed without a tie.” She meets Declan’s gaze over Matthew’s shoulder and winks at him.

“Hey, I’m right here,” he says, faux-wounded, and makes his way over to the door as Matthew heads back to the living room.

He kisses Jordan. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself. You ready to go?”

“Yes.”

“Have fun, guys!” Matthew yells, and Declan hesitates, poking his head in to look at his brother.

“What are you doing tonight? You can come with us if you want?”

“No way, man, I’m not third-wheeling on your date. Also it’s cute how you think I don’t already have plans, I’m extremely popular.”

“Uh huh,” Declan says, worries evaporating. “Modest, too.”

They leave, finally, and Jordan drives them to where the fair is set up, filling Declan in on any little anecdotes he’s missed since they last spoke. He’s happy just to listen to her talk; sitting in her presence is like recharging a battery, and he feels lighter than he has all week.

Parking is easy to find, and they huddle together as they walk towards the entrance, the lights from all the rides and the heat lamps looking bright and inviting beyond. Jordan slips her hand into Declan’s, and he tucks them both into his pocket as Jordan leans her head against his shoulder.

“I missed you this week,” she says.

“Did you?” Declan smiles. He likes being missed by Jordan. “I missed you too. I always miss you.”

“Well you say that now, but I’m going to destroy you at fairground games, so you might change your mind.”

Declan’s doubtful, but he grins at her amenably.

She holds up a finger. “But first, we need to go on a couple of super fast, spinny rides, because if we go on them after I’ve had something to eat I might just throw up all over you.”

“Yeah, let’s avoid that,” Declan says. “Lead the way.”

Jordan, practically vibrating with excitement, drags Declan straight to the ride she keeps calling ‘the whirligig’, because it takes you round and round, faster and faster, while the carriage you sit in is also spinning. So it’s double the amount of spinning, and when they get off, Declan has to stop for a minute with his hands on his knees while Jordan lovingly laughs at him.

She takes pity on him and they go on the ferris wheel next. They kiss when it stops when they’re at the top, which Declan knows is cliché as hell, but he’s certainly not complaining. He pulls back a little, his thumb gently brushing along her cheekbone.

“I made you a card,” he says, a little embarrassed. Jordan’s warm brown eyes go wide and pleased.

“Oh yeah?”

He pulls it out of his pocket and starts to hand it to her nervously. “It’s not very good.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she says, taking it from him. She opens it and smiles when she sees the flower. “So pretty.”

“It’s called a Middlemist red camellia. It’s like the rarest flower in the world. Or so Google tells me.” He knows that Jordan will know why he specifically chose this flower. He’s telling her something about who she is to him. She won’t miss the significance of that.

She brings Declan’s hand to her lips and kisses it gently, before letting it go and looking at the card again. “I love camellia’s,” Jordan says, “but I’ve never seen this one before.” She opens the card and reads the message Declan wrote inside, a soft smile growing the more she reads.

Jordan sighs and holds the card to her chest with her eyes closed. When she opens them again, she says, “I made you a card, too.”

She pulls it out of her own coat pocket, and Declan opens it. On the front is a colour pencil drawing of him, perfect hair, non-smiling, boring suit, but with the fanciest shoes he has ever seen; a more exaggerated version of the ones he was wearing when he and Jordan first met.

Declan laughs in joyous surprise. “Your card is better than mine.”

“My card is funnier than yours,” she says. “It’s not better.”

“Thank you,” he says, earnestly, looking at the portrait and cracking up again. “I think...I think I’m gonna frame this.”

“You should. It’ll be worth a fortune some day.”

Of that, Declan has no doubt. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Absolutely.”

“I forgot it was Valentine’s Day.”

It’s Jordan’s turn to laugh, and she leans in to kiss Declan’s cheek. “I forgot, too. I didn’t realise until I went to grab a coffee and there were Valentine’s specials going on all over the place.”

“Ronan of all people reminded me. He drove up to surprise Adam at Cambridge.”

“Bless him, Ronan really is a gigantic softie.”

Declan grins. “Well he told me he thinks you’re cool. Too cool for me.”

“Aw, babe, he’s right!” Jordan says, laughing at his sad pout. “Unfortunately for me, I love you anyway.”

Declan shakes his head, smiling. “You’re a dick,” he says. “But I love you, too.”

The ferris wheel starts moving again, and when it stops, they go and try their hand at some games. Jordan comes out on top at ring tossing, duck hooking, the coconut shy, and the buzzwire, but Declan does pretty well at the mini laser quest and a balloon-popping darts game.

They end up at the shooting game stall, where you have to try and knock the cans over to win prizes. There’s a cute stuffed stegosaurus that Jordan has her eye on, and Declan pays for them both to have a go to try and win it.

They each manage to knock a couple of cans over, but there’s some that are way more stubborn and don’t seem to budge even when clearly hit.

“Another round,” Declan says when his go is finished. He sighs in frustration when the results are the same.

Jordan puts his hand on his arm. “You know these things are rigged, right? They’re weighted, it’s almost impossible to win the good prizes.”

The rational part of his brain understands this to be true. The monkey part wants the prize. “Yes, but it’s Valentine’s Day and I have to win you this stupid stegosaurus. My manly pride is at stake.”

Jordan snorts. “Well how about we take your manly pride to that stall over there and I’ll let you buy me a churro, I’m starving.”

“...Churros sound good.”

Jordan links her arm through Declans as they follow their noses over to the churro stall.

“I really would’ve won it with one more go,” Declan feels the need to say.

“Sure you would,” Jordan says easily. “Maybe later.”

“Fuck later, it’s freezing. You wanna come back to mine? I’ll make you a latte.”

Jordan grins up at him. “I thought you’d never ask. Churros first though.”

“Oh, that’s a given.”

#the raven cycle #jordeclan #lynch bros #dreamertrilogy #anon #emma answers

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schrijverr · 3 years

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'Till Death Do Us Part

Part 11 out of 13

When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.

A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.

On AO3.

Ships: Jamilton

Warnings: brief mention of death and water trauma.

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Chapter 11: Water Lily Means ‘Purity of Heart’

The first morning at Monticello, Alex woke up by Thomas shaking him: “Hey, darlin’, wakey wakey, sleepy head.”

“Hmm,” Alex looked up, “Hey,” he smiled sleepily as he rolled over, “How’d ya sleep?”

“I slept well, want to get up for breakfast?” Thomas asked, “Pip is already up, heard him patter down the hall a while ago.”

“Oh, did you have to get up?” Alex asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

“Nah, heard him run into Ma,” Thomas answered, “They’re probably eating by now, so wanna join them?”

“Yeah, yeah,”Alex got up and pulled on a sweater to go with pajama pants, while Thomas put on a tank top and sweats.

They made their way downstairs and saw Philip and Jane sitting at the breakfast table. Philip had a bowl of cereal and Jane a plate with eggs while she nodded along to something Philip was saying, getting closer Alex put together that Philip must have dreamed something.

“Good morning,” he greeted and Thomas also greeted them: “Morning.”

“Hey there,” Jane smirked, “You two sleep well?”

“Yeah, the bed’s really comfortable,” Alex stretched and gave Pip a kiss on the forehead as he walked by: “You sleep well, buddy?”

“I had a dream,” Philip informed him of something he had already a gathered.

“A song to sing?” Alex asked.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s a song reference,” Alex told him, “What was the dream about?”

“Well,” Philip began as Thomas and Alex did a familiar dance around each other, it might be a different kitchen, but things were easy enough to find, “I was in a castle and there was a dragon and I was going to slay it, but then I realized that Theo was the dragon, so I instead we took the treasure and went to a mountain, but then Theo wasn’t a dragon anymore and you were there, Papa.”

“I was?” Alex grabbed his toast.

“Yeah, you and Da were keepers of the gate,” Phillip said, “Ineeded a password to enter, but it was weird and you two kept talking and we couldn't pass.”

Thomas snorted as he sat down with his breakfast: “That sounds right.”

“But then we were running and there were wolves everywhere,” Philip went on as Alex also sat down, “And at first we thought they were chasing us, but then we were running with them and we were also wolves. And I don’t remember what happened then.”

“Sounds like a busy night. Don’t forget to eat, Pip,” Alex reminded him.

Philip started eating again and Thomas turned to Jane and asked: “How was your night?”

“Same as always,” she waved vaguely, “Nights are boring, I miss them while I sleep. What are your plans for today? The weather’s going to be nice, you could start warming the pool.”

Alex paused with the toast halfway to his mouth and looked at Thomas. The pool had been mentioned during packing, but both had forgotten about it. Philip lit up on the other hand: “There’s a pool? Can I go see?”

He was almost out of his chair when Alex said: “Philip, stop.”

Turning around Philip did as he was told, the unusual tone stopping him in his tracks. He softly asked: “Can I not go see the pool?”

“Philip, I want you to look at me right now and promise me something, okay?” Alex said, waiting for Philip to nod, “You do not go near the pool without Thomas or an other adult with you. Is that clear? Water is dangerous and you can’t swim, so unless someone wants to go with you, you don’t go near the pool.”

“Promise,” Philip pouted, looking to the floor.

“Can you pinky promise?” Alex asked, holding out his hand, “Papa is not trying to be mean, Pip, just watching out for you and sometimes rules are stupid, but necessary.”

“Alright,” Philip interlocked his pinky.

Before an uncomfortable silence could fall, Thomas said: “Lucky for you, kiddo, I wanna swim with you, so dishes to the sink and find your swim trunks. Don’t forget to wash up, alright?”

Philip beamed and quickly set to work doing as he was told, before running off.

“Thomas or an other adult?” Jane asked, having picked up on the wording.

Alex cringed, this was one thing he didn’t want Jane to know out of fear what she would think of him.

“He’s not a water person,” Thomas tried to cover for him.

“You can’t swim?” Jane asked.

“I- I can, I just-” Alex sighed, then deciding to be honest, “I just don’t like the water. There- there was a hurricane when I was seventeen, not much of a swimmer after that. I should be signing Pip up for classes, but, you know, they ask parents to come.”

Jane nodded understanding – as a single parent herself – she was aware of the whispers that could follow you. She said: “I’ll be sure to keep an eye on him. He’ll be safe here.”

“Thank you, he loves it,” Alex told her, “He usually goes swimming with his Auntie Maria, but she’s busy and I don’t want to put that sort of responsibility on her. Besides, I could just sign him up for classes and not get in the water, it’s just-”

“It’s alright,” Jane said.

“It’s just that, maybe you know how it is, but for so long it was just me and people tend to think you’re a bad parent if you’re all alone,” Alex explained, “I didn’t want to send him with one of his Aunties or Uncles. You get looks.”

Jane had already gathered that and her heart ached for the young man with that familiar look on his face. She put a hand on his shoulder and assured him: “You don’t have to take shit from them, but I get it.”

Then Thomas offered: “I can teach him how to swim. I’m a pretty good swimmer and if we get back, I don’t mind going to classes with him.”

“Really?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, darlin’, no problem,” Thomas finished his breakfast, then went to turn on the heating in the pool, before going to see if Philip was getting dressed alright.

Once he left, Alex softly smiled: “You’ve raised him well, I’m so lucky.”

“Glad to hear that,” Jane replied, she knew what the complement meant to both of them and she respected him for it.

They continued to eat breakfast while making small talk and waved at Philip and Thomas as they passed. Philip was clad in his pirate swim trunks and Thomas was carrying a pool noodle.

Alex helped with the dishes, before Jane checked if he was okay with seeing water and they sat down by the pool to watch Thomas teach Philip how to swim. And to the sounds of Thomas telling Philip to make pancakes with his arms and legs, they talked.

It was strange how easy it was to talk to Jane. The way she talked was different to Thomas, less confrontational and more running commentary on things along with vague statements that could be seen as threatening or judgement, but it made Alex comfortable.

Sure, he could talk circles around people, went to law school and had an affinity for literature which had given him a huge vocabulary, but he didn’t like being proper. And Jane allowed him to feel like he didn’t have to be proper, just polite and kind.

When lunch rolled around Philip and Thomas joined them, both still dripping but smiling. Biting into a sandwich, Thomas asked: “When are the others getting here?”

“Randy said he’d be here Wednesday and Mary said she’ll be coming the day after that,” Jane said, as she handed Philip a juice box and asked him: “You’ve been enjoying the pool?”

“Yeah, I can swim for a bit now, but then Da has to come hold me again or I’ll sink, but I can hold my breath very good,” Philip replied, “I also jumped into the pool. Did you see me jump?”

“We did, Pip.”

“It looked very cool, Philly.”

“The water did a big splash and I opened my eyes when I was underwater and everything is blue and shifty,” Pip grinned, “But it does hurt my eyes a bit.”

“Maybe don’t open your eyes too much underwater, Pip,” Alex said, frowning slightly.

“Yeah, if you want to see underwater we have goggles,” Thomas agreed.

“Can I see underwater!” Pip exclaimed.

“After lunch,” Alex told him, all chuckling when Philip started munching on his sandwich at record speed.

When Philip and Thomas got back into the water again, Jane picked up a book, but Alex couldn't bring himself to put his attention fully into something else while Pip was in the water. He trusted Thomas to ensure Philip was safe, but just in case, he kept watching, just enjoying their laughter and the sun on his face.

Alex could see why Thomas had waxed so much poetry about Monticello. It was absolutely beautiful and the atmosphere felt like a Studio Ghiblimovie.

He told Thomas as much when they were sitting on the porch together that night after Pip and Jane had both gone to sleep already. Thomas smiled: “Yeah, running around here made me perhaps a bit snobbier than necessary.”

“Not a city person when you were little?” Alex smirked, watching as Sir Poof jumped on Thomas’s lap and his hand came up automatically to pet the cat.

“Nah, much rather run around in the forest on my own,” Thomas smiled, “Though I can appreciate the anonymity of a city, everyone around here knows each other.”

“Yeah, I can get that,” Alex said, before both fell silent. Looking up Alex saw the stars, he hadn’t seen a sky so clear since he left Caribbean. He pointed at some stars and said: “That’s Lyra, a constellation related to the Orpheus myth.”

“Really?” Thomas raised an arm.

Alex nodded and leaned against Thomas’s side as the arm came to rest around him as he explained: “It’s supposed to be his lyre.”

“Tell me more?” and Alex did until they were nearly falling asleep on the porch.

The next few days passed by in quite a similar fashion, until Randy came. They were waiting for him on the porch like Jane had done for them when a car came up the driveway. Out the car came a young man with a big smile that made Alex think of Thomas, though he lacked eye crinkles. He grinned: “Hi, Ma, Tommy, who’ve you got there?”

“Randy! Still asking dumb questions I see,” Thomas grinned back, hugging the man, now identified as Randy.

“It’s called a hypothesis and it’s actually how you start research,” Randy shot back.

“Yeah, when you talk about plants it is, not people, dipshit,” Thomas told him.

“Could be in Psychology,” Randy smirked and Thomas took a breath to reply.

“Boys, enough, how about instead of squabbling, you actually introduce the people you’re talking about,” Jane interjected, then hugged Randy too, “Hi, sweetheart, how’ve you been?”

“Good, good, Ma,” Randy assured her, then stuck his hand out to Alex, “Randolph, call me Randy, I’m this one’s brother.”

“The youngest and a spoiled shit,” Thomas called out to Alex from where he was getting one of the bags from the car.

“Alex,” Alex introduced himself, “And this here is Philip, my son. Wanna introduce yourself, buddy?”

It seemed like Randy only noticed Philip now. The kid had been studying this new person for a while, and now he said: “I’m Philip, Philip Hamilton, nice to meet you. Are you related to Da? You look like him.”

“Nice to meet you too, kid,” Randy shook Philip’s hand, “I’m Randy and I’m your Da’s brother,” he looked amused when he referred to Thomas as Da, “Which makes me your Uncle, I think.”

“Cool, where did you come from?” Philip said and that was that.

“College,” Randy chuckled,“When did you pick up this kid, he’s great.”

“Around the same time as my boyfriend, don’t corrupt him. Now help with your own luggage,” Thomas handed him a bag.

It was a bit of a bustle to get everyone inside and Randy’s luggage to his room, but soon they were sitting at the table while Philip was playing with some Lego’s in the next room. They had been talking for a bit when Randy said: “So, you’re the mysterious boyfriend I’ve heard about. All sorts of things coming down the grapevine.”

“Randy,” Thomas said warningly.

“No, nothing bad, it’s just that you’ve not been telling anyone but Ma very much, so there has been speculation,” Randy shrugged, “Can’t I get to know the man who stole your heart.”

“You’re like twelve, you have no rights to know anything,” Thomas told him.

“I’m twenty-two and you know that, dick.”

“I didn’t know I was a mystery to your family,” Alex decided to side with Randy just to mess with Thomas, “You’ve been keeping secrets about me?”

“Believe me, it’s for your own good,” Thomas said, “Otherwise you might have the whole household on you. I have two older sisters and they are scary, not to mention the whole army of siblings who can otherwise get you.”

“Now I feel like I should be scared.”

Randy’s ‘you should’ was interrupted by Jane, who told him: “They’re overreacting. Mary and Jane can be a bit protective to the extreme, I know I raised them. They know what to do.”

“Ah,” that wasn’t very comforting, Alex thought.

“You will have nothing to worry about if they like you,” Randy assured him, “So, how did you two meet?”

“Work, actually,” Alex answered, “We work in the same department.”

“You hated me,” Thomas said.

“Lies and slander,” Alex refuted, knowing full well that it was a bit of a lie.

“You once told me that everything I did was bound to be stupid, because it came from a brain so backwards and illogical as mine and then you called me Jeffershit,” Thomas recounted, not at all feeling guilty about throwing his boyfriend under the bus.

“And I might have meant that, but that doesn’t take away the fact that you once referred to me as ‘an idiot lapdog boy, who didn’t know good opinions if it hit me in the face.’ You’re not innocent here and don’t think you can pretend to be,” Alex shot back.

“Maybe so, but at that time you were insufferable,” Thomas pouted, “And you still have pretty shitty opinions on company policy, and in general about stuff like bagels.”

“While you think red velvet cake is not just chocolate cake with food coloring, you’re opinions are also shit,” Alex informed him, “Besides, who the fuck thinks that having separate budgets within the same branch are smart.”

“I do,” Thomas said, before explaining in detail why he did, which of course caused Alex to retaliate.

Randy looked at his Ma and whispered: “There’s another Thomas, I didn’t think people like Tommy existed.”

“It’s strange what a partner can do to a shy kid, you missed that part,” Jane sighed fondly, she remembered who firstgot Thomas talking like that all those years ago. Then she clapped her hands, shutting them up.

“What got you talking?” Randy asked, “Like normal people, I mean.”

Both had the decency to look sheepish, before Thomas answered: “Philip. Alex had to bring him to work one day and it makes you see people differently.”

Alex was glad he hadn’t mentioned what exactly tied them together. Dead spouses wasn’t exactly great conversation material. He just agreed: “Yeah, Thomas is great with kids, never imagined that before I saw him talking with Pip.”

“He seems a good kid, what’s he like?” Randy asked.

“Philip loves drawing and he has a big personality. He’s a talker.”

“He has the last part from Alex,” Thomas interjected.

“Yeah, he has, he has a big imagination and he likes telling stories,” Alex gave Thomas that, his talking had definitely influenced Philip, “I think it’s good for him to express himself.”

Jane was with him on that: “I can definitely see that working. He’s not afraid to talk his mind, has a lot to say, him. Better to let him learn talking and standing up for himself now.”

“Exactly,” Alex smiled, “But what do you do, Randy?”

They talked about Randy’s biology studies, college stories and more until it was time for dinner. Thomas had offered to cook, so he and Alex made shrimp rice.

The next morning was lazy as Philip explored the gardens. At one point he came in and asked: “Papa, I found floating flowers. How do they do that? Don’t they need ground to grow?”

“I don’t know, Pip, maybe we can look it up later,” Alex replied.

“You must be talking about the water lily’s” Randy interjected, “Some plants are made for water, they’re water plants, but they still have roots. I can show you, if you’d like.”

“You’d want that, Uncle Randy?” Pip asked excitedly, already bounding away.

“Yeah, sure, kid, lead the way.”

“Are you sure?” Alex didn’t want to impose on Thomas’s family when he and Philip were still new, “You don’t have to indulge him out of politeness.”

Randy waved his worries away: “I don’t mind, I finally have a nibling while I am old enough to manipulate into thinking biology is interesting.”

“That’s not an ethical motivation, Randy,” Thomas told him.

“I feel like it’s ethically substantiated to want to teach kids about nature, Mr. Nag,” Randy stuck out his tongue.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Thomas called after him, mumbling: “Fucking college making him think he’s so smart. I went to college too, you know.”

“Doing good, mopey?” Alex teased.

“Don’t be mean to me, ‘Lexi,” Thomas pouted, “Not you too, you’re supposed to be on my side here, do you know that?”

“Looks to me like you’re jealous you don’t have all of Pip’s attention here,” Alex wrapped his arms around Thomas’s back, failing in putting his chin on his shoulder, “I had to learn that with all his Aunties and Uncles, sometimes you’re not number one.”

“‘M not jealous,” Thomas turned around in his grip and looked down.

“Sure.”

“Watch it, or I’m calling Laf and telling him he’s again being replaced as the best Uncle,” Thomas warned.

“You wouldn’t,” Alex gasped, scandalized.

“Try me,” Thomas shot back, kissing Alex’s nose.

Alex hummed and didn’t dignify the threat with a response, instead just melting against Thomas’s chest. Thomas replied by resting his chin on Alex’s head and just holding him, swaying them gently in the middle of the kitchen.

They stood there for a while, before they heard Jane call out to them: “Boys, Mary is driving down right now,” before they heard her yell, “Randy, come back here with Philly. And don’t go into those bushes, the roses are new.”

Then they heard the sound of tires on the gravel. They made they way to the porch to see a family van make its way to the house. A woman with lilac braids stepped out the car and opened one of the back doors as she told the two girls in the back seat to go say hi to Mawmaw.

The two girls had matching sun dresses, one in yellow the other in blue and their hair was tied in buns with matching scrunchies.

“Mawmaw! Mawmaw!” they yelled as they came running to the people on the porch.

“Hey there, pumpkins, how was the drive over?” Jane asked, hugging the both of them tightly.

“It was okay, Kitty was being boring though,” the one in blue said.

“I was reading that’s not boring,” the other, probably Kitty, frowned.

“It was for me.”

Kitty stuck her tongue out at that, which the other, probably Francie, graciously returned.

“Come on, ladies. No fighting. I haven’t seen you in forever,” Thomas said, he looked them up and down, “My, my, you two have grown, you’ll be surpassing me the next time I blink.”

That was a fat lie, naturally, since Thomas was obscenely large and the two girls were barely ten, but that didn’t stop them from giggling as they jumped into his arms, squealing: “Uncle Thomas, you came!”

“Heya, girlies,” Thomas kissed both on the cheek, before setting them down.

At that point they spotted Alex and turned to him, both big curious eyes. Francie asked: “Who’s that, Uncle Thomas?”

Thomas smiled and answered: “That is Alex, he’s my boyfriend. He and his son Philip are also staying, isn’t that fun?”

“Hi,” Alex waved to the kids, it wasn’t often that he had to interact with kids outside of Pip and he wasn’t really sure what the expectations were with nieces, since he’d never had any of them.

“You have pretty hair, can I braid it?” Francie asked.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Alex agreed.

“Why are you so tiny?” Kitty asked.

“I- I don’t know, genetics, I suppose.”

“Let’s not all jump on him immediately,” Thomas saved him from two curious children.

“On who should my kids not jump, Tommy?” Mary had finished greeting her mother and getting their stuff to the porch and now finally turned to her brother and who he had brought with them. She extended her hand: “Mary Jefferson.”

“Alex, Alex Hamilton,” Alex shook it, glad to have something to do with his hands for a second.

“I heard Ma mention the name, you must be the boyfriend,” she smiled and Alex noted she had the same perfect teeth as Thomas, along with the full lips.

“Yeah, that’d be me,” Alex huffed out a laugh.

“Ma said you had a kid, bit younger than mine?”

Alex nodded: “Yeah, Philip, he’s six. He was out with Randy exploring the garden,” he looked over to the rose bushes and saw that two figures were moving their way, but they still had a bit to go since it was a big yard, “There they are,” he pointed them out.

Mary looked over and rolled her eyes: “Typical Randy rolling in the dirt like a kid.”

“How have you all been, Mary,” Thomas hugged his sister, it was funny how on her heels she was slightly taller than him, that rarely happened, “Everything alright with the kids?”

“Of course, of course,” she kissed his cheeks, “You? Domesticity suiting you?”

“Surprisingly more than expected,” he replied.

“Are you and Alex married?” Francie asked.

“No, Francie, but we are together,” Thomas explained.

“You can do that?”

“If you want, any relationship that all people involved agree on, can,” Alex said, unable to let the opportunity to teach the girl about queer relationships and concent pass him by.

“Cool,” Francie nodded.

At that point Randy and Philip arrived at the porch. Randy greeted his older sister a bit less warmly than Thomas had, before quickly hugging his nieces and saying hello. The two seemed less enthusiastic about seeing Randy than Thomas, but still excited.

Alex nudged Philip to introduce himself, so he stuck his hand out to the two older girls and said: “Hi, I’m Philip, Philip Hamilton, it’s nice to meet you.”

The two turned to him and said: “I’m Kitty.” “And I’m Francie. You’re tiny.”

“I’m plenty big, just need to grow a bit,” Philip protested.

“Hey now, girls, be nice. He’s younger than you two,” Mary jumped in, before introducing herself to Philip: “Hi, Philip, I’m Mary. I’m Thomas’s older sister.”

“You don’t look older than Da,” Philip said, “He has more lines on his forehead.”

Mary chuckled: “That’s very sweet of you to say, little man.”

Thomas looked to Alex and rubbed his forehead as he mouthed: “Lines?” but Alex just laughed at him and whispered back: “You frown when you read,” at that Thomas frowned, which made Alex laugh again.

“Do you know how to play Ludo?” Francie asked.

“What is that?” Philip asked in return.

“It’s a board game, we can teach it to you,” Kitty smiled, taking his hand.

“Be nice to him,” Mary called after them as they ran away, while Alex yelled: “Play nice.”

Both looked at each other and smiled, before Jane interrupted: “Well, these bags aren’t going to carry themselves into the house, come on.”

Randy and Thomas carried a part of the luggage, while Alex offered to carry the rest so that Jane and Mary could catch up a bit.

On his way back to the seating area, he checked the room the kids had disappeared into and saw the three kids sitting around the board with Pip sticking out his tongue in concentration while the twins were pointing at the board and telling him something.

Entering where the others were he said: “Seems like the kids are getting along.”

“Ah, that’s good, the twins can be a bit much,” Mary replied.

“Well, Pip is used to a bit much,” Alex assured her.

“Big family?”

“Kind of?” Alex replied, “None related, but considered as good as.”

Mary hummed as she nodded. She watched as Alex took a seat, watching him carefully and seemingly sizing him up. Once he was seated, she asked: “What makes you think you deserve my brother?”

“Not you too, Mary,” Thomas whined, facepalming the table.

“I am your older sister and in case you have forgotten I was there when you were a shy anxious highschooler, so sorry for not wanting someone to take advantage of you,” she huffed.

“You almost scared Martha off, I hope you know that,” Thomas told her.

“And the fact that Ididn’t, proved her character,” Mary shot back, not backing down, “So, Alex, tell me.”

Alex had been warned about Thomas’s sisters, so he had been preparing a bit of a speech for this, though he hadn’t expected her to be so upfront about it nearly immediately after meeting him.

“I think I could give you the expected spiel about how I love him and treasure my time with him and hope to take care of him as he does me for as long as he’ll have me,” Alex began, “however, I’m not sure if you’ll believe me, no matter how much I mean every word.”

Mary looked confused, but let him talk.

“So, instead I’m going to be honest and say that it is unknown to me why I deserve him,” he told her, “I have a few things I know. I know I love him, I know he makes me happy, I know I picture my future with him, but I have no control over most things. But I don’t know why I am given that chance to be with him, I just know that I will try to be the best I can, so that one day I am the person that deserves him.”

It was quiet at the table. Alex was sweating slightly and grabbed Thomas’s hand under the table for comfort, which Thomas took and squeezed.

After a while Mary had turned over his words enough to form a verdict. Her impassive face split into a grin: “That’s good to hear, I like honest people.”

Alex let out an audible breath and everyone at the table laughed at him, but he just laughed along. It didn’t feel mean, it was a joyous moment. A family moment.

They found that Alex and Mary actually had a lot in common, both had gone to Columbia University with Alex starting around the timeMary graduated. Both had studied law and apparently they had lived in the same dorm building.

When they had bonded, Mary pulled out some pictures of younger Thomas on her phone, which was Jane’s cue to grab photo albums.

Thomas protested heavily, but he could not escape from the stories of him nearly falling of the podium during graduation or the baby pictures of him in overalls or dressed up as Frodo for his first Halloween with Martha.

He was only saved by the kids coming running in asking for drawing supplies, apparently done with Ludo. So Alex had to get up to go get those for them.

Randy had kept to the background for most of the previous conversation, but he joined in again when they started talking the news and when Jane started to catch up the two of them on the local gossip as well.

They broke off in smaller conversations after that, with Thomas and Randy discussing one of Randy’s courses, while Jane, Mary and Alex were swapping more embarrassing stories about Thomas.

When it was time to cook, Jane got up and stated: “I’m going to start on dinner, there’s a lot of vegetable cutting to be done.”

“I’ll help you, Ma,” Mary got up as well, she got up and turned back to Alex and offered, “Want to help as well, Alex?”

Alex remembered Thomas telling him that Jane inviting Philip to help with the cooking was a huge compliment, so Alex assumed it would be the same for him. He got up and smiled: “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Great,” Mary sounded like he’d passed a test.

Dinner was served a while later and the three kids came running in, excitement among them as if they had known each other all of their lives, the friend making skill only little kids possessed. They showed off their drawings.

Philip had drawn a dragon on what looked to be Monticello itself, while Francie had rainbows with a pony and Kitty had drawn a dolphin and a boy near a cave like in Hylas, the book she was reading.

Alex noted that all of Philip’s drawing he did had paid off and his drawing was pretty good even compared to the ones of the older girls.

After dinner, Alex and Thomas did the dishes together, before Alex went to tuck Philip in. When he sat on his bed, with Philip fully dressed for bed and ready, he asked: “Have you been enjoying your time here? Are you having fun?”

“Yes, Papa,” Philip answered, “There is so much to explore and the gardens are huge and Uncle Randy showed me all sorts of plants and bugs and Sir Poof is soft even though he runs sometimesand Kitty and Francie are fun and they taught me how to play Ludo.”

“Yeah?”

“Hmhm,” Philip hummed in affirmation, “And Mawmaw Jane makes great food, she gives me cookies, but I’m not supposed to tell.”

“Well, then I haven’t heard a thing,” Alex promised, deciding to let Philip have that.

Martha Washington was a great lady, but since Alex worked for Washington they hadn’t been there often to keep it seperate, while Mrs. Schuyler had enough other grandchildren to only see Philip on parties where she did dote on him too. So, Jane was the closest thing that Philip would have to a grandmother and Alex would let him have the entire experience.

“That’s good, ‘s supposed to be a secret,” Philip said, yawning slightly.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, Pip,” Alex said softly, “Sleep tight.”

Philip grabbed his hand and asked: “Can you tell me a story?”

“Of course. What sort of story would you like?” Alex asked.

“Can you tell me about Daddy, you said he had a big house like this once, did you ever see it?” Philip replied.

Alex remembered the big house, where he had been not even for half an hour before the screaming had driven them away and the miserable look John got when he talked about it.

“I never saw Daddy’s house,” he finally decided on lying to Pip, now was not the time to explain that to him, so he spun a tale, “He told me it was haunted.”

“Really?” Philip asked.

“Yeah, you Daddy fought against the ghost of the painting once,” Alex told him, “Would you like to hear the story?”

Philip nodded quickly and Alex laughed: “Well, it started long ago, before me or your Daddy was ever born, with a man, who bought a painting…”

Alex talked about the man in the painting and the supposed fight John had had with it until Philip had fallen asleep, before he retreated to the opposite room that he and Thomas shared. They had decided to make it an early night after everything and Alex was glad for it, he was exhausted after all the family impressing he had done.

They crawled into bed and were lying next to each other when Alex spoke up: “There seemed to be a bit of a disconnect between Randy and Mary and the twins. Did something happen there?”

“Not really,” Thomas said, “Just that when Randy was born, I was sixteen, but Mary is a few years older, she had already moved on. So, they never really grew up as siblings, me and Randy are closer because we were the only two boys in the family until Mary got married.”

“Ah, I see,” Alex could understand that, “And with the twins?”

“It’s weird to become an Uncle at twelve, never really happened,” Thomas shrugged.

“You think they like me?” Alex asked, rolling into Thomas’s arms.

Thomas kissed the top of his head and replied: “You’re practically guaranteed a spot in the family by now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Mary is the family sister. Jane might be the oldest, but she’s a business woman, when it comes to finances they listen to Jane, but family- that’s Mary’s area, if she likes you, everyone likes you,” Thomas explained, “Especially since Ma already likes you too.”

“So no more heartfelt speeches,” Alex grinned.

“No more heartfelt speeches,” Thomas promised.

“You’re so fucking lucky the people who would force you to do that from my side already knew you, you bastard,” Alex informed him.

“Yeah?” Thomas asked.

“Jup, you have Angie, Laf and Washington, and maybe Eliza if she thought you were shady, but Angie already vouched for you,” Alex pointed out.

Thomas was quiet, then he said: “Holy fuck, I would have been dead otherwise.”

Alex snorted: “Glad you see your luck,” then snuggled up close to sleep, content in now familiar warm arms.

~~~~~~~~~~

A/N:

Fun Fact: my great uncle taught me how to swim with pancakes, I was also horrible at swimming, but those aren’t really related. Anyway, fuck water and shout out to that time my sister almost killed me by pushing me into the water.

(yall I was so stuck on this that I did a tarot reading for myself to help understand why I was floundering, this chapter was a struggle)

I also want y’all to note how Thomas never told any of his family members that Alex is trans, because that is not his to share. This whole fic is actually a set up for this specific PSA, I tricked you (/joking). Anyways, don’t randomly out your trans friends, it’s shitty to do so.

#RR writing #tw: trauma mention #tw: death mention #Hamilton #Hamilton AU #Alexander Hamilton #Thomas Jafferson #Philip Hamilton #Mary Jefferson #Randolph Jefferson #OCs #Jamilton #'Till Death Do Us Part #'Till Death Do Us Part Part 11 #'Till Death Do Us Part AU

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Part 5

Please enjoy and let me know what you thought! I will add the links for the other parts in the morning.

Part 1

An impatient blonde paces in your room waiting for you to get back with popping hands. The door slides open and then closed as you step in.

"Uncle Sozen and Haru both have old yukatas they left here. One is bound to fit…." You notice his rigid stance and the slight wear in the tatami flooring, "Is everything….okay?"

"Yes? No?" He runs his deadly hand through ashen hair.

"Hey, sit down and face the mountain."

"What?!" All accusing bite staring you down before he does as he's asked. You sit behind him pushing into him and he pushes back with a scoff.

"What is this?"

"Kirishima taught me to sit like this while we were at UA. I didn't know how to ask for help or express my feelings that well back then. So this is supposed to show you that I'm supporting you and not judging you." You say softly, "I need to go first. I want to apologize. I...I lied to you to get you to come, and what was supposed to be light hearted summer fun just turned into an absolute shit show and then I go and hurt you on top of the drama. I'm...I'm sorry."

A dog barks in the distance and you feel as if your heart could explode. Finally his fingers brush over yours in acceptance. You grip onto them, those warm calloused digits bringing you more cormfort than you thought possible. You let them go, not wanting to get too attached to something that may very well be fleeting.

"So uh, what did you need to get off your chest?" Your voice is gentle, understanding as you both lean on one another. Your hands supporting some of your own weight.

"So that night with Shoji, after you ran off I stayed to help clean and after that I honestly didn't want to be fucking around you. So I got lost but ended up in front of Sobo's study. She forced me to come in and kicked my ass in a game of Go. She had already figured out we were lying. And this dream I had….well I kept coming back here, year after year with you. Sobo was in the dream too. But before that, after our game she gave me….." He swallows thickly, concentrating on how your back feels against his. On your steady and deep breaths as you listen. He starts again.

"She gave me this." He slides the ring onto your right ring finger. His cheeks burning as you gasp out.

"Look I'm not….I'm not really sure what I'm fucking asking you. But that damn dream felt so real, so..." His heart reminds him of how he felt, melting into his stomach in an attempt to drown the butterflies, "I want to maybe try to get there but I know...I know I should be coming back here with you. I know it won't be like you and I are magically in love or some shit. That it will be really fucking hard work. Besides the ring belongs with you, great Oba wouldn't take it back. So if you say no to whatever the hell I'm trying to ask that's okay. But shit if it is a no try to bring me back as your fucking friend next year."

You blink away tears, turning your right hand this way and that. Nervousness and relief wash over one another over the fact that he put it on your wrong hand purposely, recognizing that the two of you barely know one another.

But that something was still there, pulling and pushing the two of you together. No one could deny that.

You remember Sobo calling you into the study when you were 17 before you moved to the big city for your final year of highschool.

"When you bring the man you marry to me, you will know I accept him when I give you the kimono." She points to the old photo of her in the crane garment, "But if he has my true blessing and approval I will give you this."

She flashes the ring that now sits snugly on your finger, the memory fades threatened to be washed away by endless tears.

"We all have a red string of fate dear. I pray yours is tethered to someone reliable and worthy of you, mago."

You would say you found yours in such an odd way.

"I want to try to Bakugou. Whatever your whole dream was, whatever Sobo saw in you. I want to see all of it too." You say softly, leaning away from his muscular back to hug him from behind. Squeezing him so tightly it hurts to breath.

He almost doesn't hear you whisper.

"Thank you. Thank you for coming."

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"Wow you look great in that old thing!" Uncle Sozen comments, adjusting the young man's sleeves once more. Admitting the stitch work of the small lotus that line the collar. Bakugou tries not to become flustered over the comments, especially and Aunt Mai begins to adjust his belt.

"So handsome!" She smiles, not a hint of animosity over the lie he upheld with you from anyone in the family but Haru.

Shoji stands near the back while the moon slowly rises as the sun dies on the horizon.

Finally you and great Oba step onto the engawa, you're breathtaking in the kimono. The crane's coming to life with every step you take until you find his side. The tips of his ears burn as scarlet eyes narrow in on the ring, you're still wearing it on your right finger. Your hair pulled up and back held by a stunning jeweled comb.

The ceremony goes smoothly, at least as smoothly as something can for your family. Impossible amounts of tears are shed by all sides as everyone takes a turn to speak. Once it is over, everyone makes a point to visit Shoji, to scold him and make sure he gives the antidote to the government ASAP.

For the time being he starts with Sozen who then offers to take care of the hot head who stubbornly refuses.

"Katsuki, Katsuki, the fireworks! Will you...will you do a few?" He looks at you and wonders how he will ever be able to tell you no again. He realizes how he took that word for granted before. He sighs, sending some stunning explosions into the air. All glittering in flashes of red and orange.

You grab onto him as the rest of the fireworks are set off by Haru. Hand squeezing his bicep tightly as you lean your head onto his shoulder, sighing and smiling for the first time in the past 24 hours. You look up at him, catching his burning ember eyes staring at you. This time he leans down to kiss you as fireworks set off simultaneously beneath your eyes and under the watch of the deep night sky.

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Bakugou sits at the long table in the dining room in his usual spot, Mei and Haru nod his way as others begin to file in.

The children look a tad older than usual as they sit a bit straighter this year, Uncle Sozen seems to have aged over night as he sits to Bakugou's left. He offers a wide smile to which Bakugou returns.

"DADDY!! DADDY!" A shrill voice rings out, little feet slapping harshly against the hard wood as a little girl slams down into his lap. Ash blonde hair dutifully braided but coming loose from all of the horse play skillfully climbs onto his legs.

She looks up at him with wide eyes that mirror your eye color. His heart melts as he smooths down some of her hair.

"Where's your brother?" He asks softly before a young boy comes rushing in. Feet falling hard enough to shake the dishes at the table. Your hair and his burning ember eyes greet him with a shit eating grin.

Neither could be older than six or seven.

"Told you I'd find you!" He brings up a bright palm to slap his older sister only for his wrist to be grabbed by you. Leveling him with a glare the child shrinks away. Trying to hide behind both his sister and father. Bakugou looks up at you, your fierce gaze, your glowing features and swollen belly. His heart melts, pooling in his stomach and threatening to dip lower still.

Suddenly Bakugou has a strong sense of Dejavu. He looks to the head of the table as you settle the kids down.

There is an empty cushion that Shoji sets a bowl of rice with the chopsticks sticking straight up at the place setting.

"To family!" You cheer once everyone is settled. They raise their array of glasses as they chant in response "To family!"

"Let us eat!" You say and everyone responds, "Itadakimasu!"

Bakugou's solemn scarlet eyes glance at the head of the table once more, this time he sees a transparent and young woman sitting there. Eyes roving over the old and new faces smiling brightly. As her smile gets wider her dark hair greys before his eyes to moonlit silver. She looks as she did during his first dinner here.

Happy, content, whole.

He looks over the table, over the aging and young faces, his own lips pulling upward.

He can finally understand why you and Sobo can smile so wide.

-End-

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I am coming home (bibloxcompany/afterlife)

A/N: Just something I had for a long time ready (eng not my first language sorry for mistakes :/)

Summary: Bilbo after a long life goes back home.

Warnings: sad, very sad, major character death, angst, sad fluff at the end.

Song: Coming Home - Skylar Gray

And the blood will dry

Underneath my nails

The years had passed, the hands worn out, the spirit withered.

Bilbo had struggled all his life, struggling against the desire to leave again, to see the Wilds again, to taste the air of the Misty Mountains, to rest under the shadow of the Lonely Mountain.

Dry was the blood on his blade, dry was the blood under his nails, washed away by the inexorable time, which flowed for him at last.

His last journey was never so desired, but his youthful spirit had abandoned him in the gardens of Rivendell. Like a blade beaten too long his spirit had broken, under the trees that withered in the valley. He would have never seen again the white peaks, no longer hear the thrushes or watched the great dwarves' rods that guarded the Mountain's entrance.

His memory left him, his hair got greyed, his skin crumbled and all his memories disappeared, leaving small fragments that seemed to him more and more confused, like all the faces from the people around him and their voices, only faint whispers.

And the wind will rise up

To fill my sails

White sails accompanied him in his last adventure, sails that would take him beyond his conception of the world, in a land of immortal memory and existence. Where everything would be peace and joy, and his withered heart would finish to beat.

The salt on his hands became more and more intangible, the days were always the same, the memories now completely disappeared gave him no more joy, he often wondered where he was, with whom he was and who he was. He was, he is, he will be, it didn't matter anymore.

So you can doubt

And you can hate

And there it was, a warm light, rising from behind white ribs, it illuminated the marked wrinkles on his face, but like a dawn too late it did not illuminate the soul of Bilbo, who in that instant, as the bright horizons approached, collapsed.

Even that time his journey was not over, stuck halfway through again, unable to move between the past and the future. Fate had reserved for him one last mockery, the last disappointment,the last pain, the last loss.

The greyness of the shapes in front of him became darker and darker, the voices more and more feeble, the eyes heavier and heavier, while for the last time he leaned on Frodo's shoulder, tired, tired for the last time.

But I know

No matter what it takes

It was a moment, his eyes snapped open, a whiff of air made him jump slightly backwards, but something blocked him, a fence, a fence he knew well. He looked at his hand on it while it was resting on the wood: it was smooth and spotless, timeless.

He made his gaze fall even lower by lowering his neck, little golden cufflinks adorned the long red sleeves of his jacket, a green vest was wrapped around his chest. He took a breath: it could not be his, he was too old , too worn by time. He wasn’t understanding.

When he looked up, the Bag-end was in front of him, so real that he stood motionless looking at every tile, every stone on the pavement, up to the green roof that lay on it. The evening light illuminated the old round door, which was ajar. From under its doorway came out a warm light, as well as from the two small windows on its side.

Slowly he began to walk too amazed to be able to hold his weight, he climbed the small stone steps trembling slightly. His legs hadn't been this strong for a long time, his eyes distinguished colors and his mind was clear of past horrors and confusion. He approached the doorway stretching his hand towards the door, a faint voice and the sound of footsteps blocked his hand a few inches from it.

Those voices.

A sudden heat permeated his chest.

He reached out his hand towards the door and pushed it slightly, something told him there was no need to knock.

I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming home

Bag-end was as he had left: his armchair by the fire, the documents scattered on the table were in disorder, his maps moved to one side of the table, while his huge book was resting on the desk. But there was something different. Slowly and trembling he approached towards the small corridor, there the voices were louder and louder.

Those voices, those words, those noises.

His eyes began to moisten as he slowly looked out towards the door of his kitchen and let a tear drop at the sight of its interior.

Let the rain

Wash away

All the pain of yesterday

"Mr. Baggins! You are here!"

Kili's head rose smiling from the back of the room, with a smile that would have lit up the whole room if it had been possible. Twelve dwarves were around the table of his dining room, plates scattered along its entire length, full and overflowing beer mugs, stains on the walls and food scattered all over the floor.

"You ruined the surprise, I told you what we had to do, brother!"

Fili grabbed Kili's jacket and pulled him slightly down to his seat.

"Bilbo! You finally made it!" Bofur got up smiling from close to the door and looked out from it, the funny hat was swinging on his head while talking. "We were wondering where you were. I'm only sorry that Bombur snuck into the pantry, there wasn't much left, but Dori managed to prepare something". He nodded inhaling a bit from his brown pipe.

"Something that isn't soup!" Fili shouted in the back of the room laughing and raising his beer mug high to the ceiling.

"And he's also right, do you have any idea how long we've waited?" Grumbled Dwalin sitting by the door with his hands crossed at the chest "We were getting old here!”

"Dwalin don't be rude, Mr. Bilbo must have had his work to do." Dori scolded him, arranging the last dishes meticulously and placing a big pot around the table.

"We-we have kept everything in order! Mr. Bilbo!" Said Ori extending his head beyond Nori who was holding an arm around his shoulders, nodding looking directly to him.

"I, however, Bilbo, borrowed some of your pipe weed, I hope you don't mind".

"Sure, who knows who smoked it all, everyone here is good with other people's things." Glòin grumbles, sitting better on the chest. "Here, if it weren't for m,e you would all still have broken pipes, I invest well in Durins name!” He grumbled but that thing only made Bilbo smile even more and all of sudden he allowed a silent tear to come out, rolling down on his cheek, looking all the dwarves one by one while his hands started to shake.

I know my kingdom awaits

And they've forgiven my mistakes

It wasn't possible, it couldn't be, they were there for real, it wasn't a daydream, they were there. He remained silent while everyone was staring at him, some of them anxious while others with a slight smile on their lips.

"Y-you're here." He whispered and let a sob come out of his chest, causing Balin to worry, who came up from his seat and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright laddie?" He didn't answer, he looked at him and continued to let the salty drops fall on his cheeks. Bilbo nodded quickly and wiped his tears with the back of his sleeve, but they did not stop pressing his eyes insistently.

"Sorry, I-I...I've been busy." He said among the tears, pulling up his nose. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything." He cried as he looked at them in the face again and a sad smile was painted on everyone's face but their gaze changed when their eyes moved to something behind his shoulders.

"You made it in the end master burglar." A deep sudden voice made his heart stop, or made it start again, he could not say for sure. He only knew that when he turned to look behind him, the tears stopped suddenly. There had not been a day when that voice did not echo in his head, when that look did not haunt him, when his blood did not stain his clothes.

Two blue eyes looked at him, kindly, a small smile appeared on the face of the dwarf with long raven hair greyed by time.

"Welcome home Bilbo."

I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming

Home

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