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adriennebarnes · 3 months

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Cachetona

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets told she’s cute all the time by everyone including her boyfriend and she worries that he doesn’t find her sexy

Warning: grammar and spelling errors, no translated Spanish porque me da flojera, IMPLIED innocence and corruption kink if you could call it that, honestly. It's kinda angsty fluff

A/N: I actually requested something similar to @shellyshellshell but this time I’m gonna add my own spin to it. I get told I’m cute and adorable by my bestie, I’ve been told I was cute by some adults, and I’m fine with it. Like I’m 21, I know I’m cute and adorable, because of my personality along with my chubby cheeks, so this is something I worry about and lowkey struggle with. Like I feel I can’t dress in a “sexy” way or do my makeup in a “sexy” way because I feel like it doesn’t match my face or hair at all. Así que me toca vestirme “cute”

Y/N has always had a rounder face and chubby cheeks. Even at her big age of 32, she still has those chubby cheeks that her mom likes to point out all the time. She thought she would have looked more mature by now like other women her age, she thought wrong.

However, truth be told she really didn’t mind being called cute growing up. It wasn’t until her previous partners only saw her as cute, it was even worse when her current boyfriend, Henry Cavill, started calling her cute.

They met a few months ago at Disneyland, which was already a bad start, Henry took his nephews (and nieces, idk) while Y/N went with her friends as a big Disney fan herself. They met on the line of the INCREDIBLES rollercoaster because his niece liked the loungefly bag Y/N had, again, not the best start.

Henry thought that Y/N was adorable in her Disney bound of Marie from the Aristocats and they kept talking in the line until he made the move to invite her to eat after the ride, to which she obviously said yes to because who the hell would say no. And that’s how it all began.

At Disneyland

“So Y/N, I like your outfit, it’s adorable, Marie?” Henry asked, gesturing at her outfit that consisted of white shorts, a pastel pink top with a pink bow in her hair, wearing a pearl choker with a gold bow charm, and pastel pink platform converse.

“Oh yes, it one of my favorite classic Disney movies. I’m a big fan of Disney. What about you? You have a favorite Disney movie?” Y/N asked.

“I’d have to say Hercules.” Henry answered.

“The music is amazing, and I love Megara. Anyway, what are you working on right now?” Y/N asked.

They were together for the rest of the Disney trip until on of her friends, Valeria, called her to say they’re leaving. Henry asked for her phone number and he called her the next day so they could have their first date.

First date

Y/N went to her closet and chose a White lace top with light blue shorts, nude block heel ankle boots, and her pearl choker again. Henry sent her the address of the coffee shop he wanted to meet at and when he saw her at the door, he thought she looked beautiful.

“Thank you for meeting me here, you look precious.” Henry said.

“Thank you, you look handsome.” Y/N said, sitting down at the table. When they ordered, Y/N ordered a brownie and a strawberry creme frappe for some much needed sugar and Henry ordered a croissant and coffee.

They talked about whatever people talk about on first dates, it went really well until...

"I'll call you later, cutie." Henry said, kissng Y/N on the cheek.

Present day

Y/N was in Henry's living room, wearing glasses, hair in two braids, a cream knit sweater, and shorts with Kal by her side. Henry came through the door after a meeting with his agent.

"Hey, Bunny, you're looking adorable today, how was your day?" Henry asked. 'Bunny' was your nickname because after you sneeze, you would twitch your nose before rubbing your nose with your thumb (guilty), much like a rabbit would.

"My day has been fine, took Kal for a walk, made him one of those frozen treats that are safe for dogs, safe to say he enjoyed them, el muy goloso." Y/N said.

"Thats good to hear." Henry said as he got close enough squish her face. "I love these chubby cheeks of yours, you're so cute." and Henry kissed her and went to pet Kal. "Are you going to stay and eat? I can make my specialty."

"I'd love to but i actually gotta head out." Y/N said, hoping Henry doesn't notice anything wrong with her.

"I can take you, it's no problem at all." Henry said.

"No, no, its fine, you cook whatever, I'll just make something at my apartment." Y/N said and kissed Henry before going to her car. She couldn't take it, she has been called 'cute' one too many times by Henry and to top it off, he mentioned her chubby cheeks, she was a grown woman, there are only so many times a grown woman could be called cute.

She drove to her apartment and began muttering.

"Can't believe he called me adorable." Y/N said, closing the door, putting her bag on the couch. She then saw her reflection in the full body mirror Valeria insisted in getting for their apartment. "No wonder he calls me cute." She observed her hair in braids and took it off, messing up her hair. She took off her glasses to see if that makes anything better - it didn't. Thats when she heard the door open.

"Amiga! No sabes cuanta gente estaban en las tiendas." Valeria said, putting her shopping bags down. "What happened? I thought you were going to be with your superstar boyfriend all day." Valeria said, looking at Y/N who is staring at her reflection.

"Henry called me cute again, y dijo algo sobre yo siendo cachetona." Y/N said.

"But Amiga, I thought you were okay with being called cute." Valeria said.

"I am fine with my family members or my friends calling me cute because I know that. Like I’m not exactly built like a Victoria’s Secret Angel, but I thought that at least my boyfriend of all people would at least find me hot. Clearly Henry doesn't see me that way." Y/N said as she plopped down on the floor.

"Hey, you don't know that." Valeria attempted to comfort her friend.

"He was called me adorable, precious, cute, not even beautiful, and he has never called me sexy." Y/N stated.

"Yeah, I can't argue with that." Valeria said.

"See! Y siendo cachetona no me ayuda. Men call you sexy, how can I be more like you?" Y/N asked. "Agh, I sound like a fucking teenager."

"It's all about confidence." Valeria said but Y/N kept looking at her. "Okay, I love you, you know I do, but you do own a lot of pastel colors in your closet. You can borrow my clothes whenever you're out with Henry, that's a given, but even the way you do your makeup is cute, and I know you hate hearing that."

"You're right, you're right. Okay, show me how to do my makeup so it could look ‘hot’ instead of ‘cute’.” Y/N said and that’s exactly what Valeria did. She gave Y/N a Smokey eye with Fox eyeliner, a darker lipstick, contour so her face looks slimmer, and minimal blush. “I feel ridiculous.” Y/N said.

“That’s because you’re not used to it. Also, if you want to look hotter, you need to straighten your hair. Like that sleek straight look.” Valeria said. “But that’s for the next time you want to see Henry, has he texted you?”

“Mm, no, not yet. Which one of these outfits do you think would look better on me?” Y/N said, opening up Valeria’s closet.

The next day, Y/N was in bed when she got a text from Henry.

Toro: hey Bunny, you want to come over tonight? I’ll cook your favorite.

You: yeah, Torito, I’ll come over, what time?

Toro: 6 sounds fine?

You: yep, sounds good.

Toro: okay, see you later, cutie 😘

“Cutie.” Y/N mocked. She got off her bed and went to Valeria’s closet and took out some things that she believed Henry might like her in. “Valeria, I’m borrowing your clothes!”

“Okay!” Valeria shouted from the shower. “You gonna shower so I can leave the water running for you?”

“Yeah, thank you!” Y/N shouted.

Y/N took a shower, washed her hair really well, shaved, when she finished, she put on lotion, her underwear, and a robe to blowout her hair. She changed and her her robe back on to do her makeup, took off her robe, and put on a perfume Henry bought you. She put on some black heels and a pair of her gold hoop earrings. She went to show Valeria.

“How do I look?” Y/N asked.

“Estás buena.” Valeria said.

“Thank you, let’s hope Henry thinks so.” Y/N said.

She got into her car and drove to Henry’s. She stayed in her car for a few minutes.

“Okay, it’s all good, you look hot, you look sexy, you’re not cute, not adorable, you’re hot.” Y/N said to herself before leaving the car and knocking on Henry’s door. Henry opened it and was in awe of how Y/N looked.

“Wow, Bunny, you look great!” Henry said, hugging her and letting her in the house. “So I’m making the rice now, the chicken is already done.”

“Great. Hola, Osito, how are you, Kal?” Y/N cooed at the fluffy Akita.

“You’re so cute.” Henry said. Y/N paused for a second.

“Toro, can we talk about something?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, of course. What’s on your mind, cutie?” Henry asked.

“That.” Y/N pointed at him.

“What do you mean?” Henry asked.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer me honestly. Do you find me attractive?” Y/N asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do, you know I think you’re precious to me.” Henry tried to reassure Y/N.

“No no no, not like that, I mena like sexually attractive.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t understand.” Henry said.

“Okay, we’ve met at Disneyland, right? You thought I was cute, that’s understandable because I tried to look as adorable as possible because I was Disney bounding. But the dates after Disney, you kept calling me cute or adorable or precious. Now i grew up getting called cute, my friends and family call me cute, I don’t mind getting called by them. But when my boyfriend calls me cute, someone I’m supposed to feel desired by…I know it’s stupid, and even saying this out loud is stupid, but when I’m dressed like this.” Y/N said, gesturing to her outfit. “And you still call me cute, it feels like you’re not attracted to me the same way I’m attracted to you. So please tell me something before we go any further in our relationship.” Y/N said. Henry was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He turned off the stove and led Y/N to the living room so they could talk on the couch.

“Y/N, i am very attracted to you.” Henry said, look into her eyes.

“It doesn’t feel like it. Why do you always call me cute though? Why is it never beautiful or gorgeous or even sexy?” Y/N asked

“Because your adorable nature is something I find very sexy.” Henry said leaning in.

“A ver, Toro, i Don’t understand.” Y/N said, leaning back.

“Your aura, your way of presenting yourself, is very innocent and cute. It’s like loving an angel. So I find you very sexy, the way you dress in your pastel colors makes you look so angelic when we both know what’s underneath is down right sinful. You are so bloody tempting that I call you cute to hold myself back from doing what I really want to do to you.” Henry said.

“Who knew the great Henry Cavill has a innocence kink.” Y/N giggled a little.

“Yeah yeah, tease all you want, bunny. But do you understand what I’m telling you?” Henry grabbed her chin to tilted her head so she’s looking in his eyes. “You are very sexy, I find your cuteness very sexy. And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t desired because you are, I desire you every night.” Henry said and they kissed. “You feel better now, bunny?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Thank you, Toro.” Y/N said. “So…when did you first think I was sexy?” Y/N asked and Henry chuckled.

“Alright, let’s eat first and then we’ll discuss that, Bunny.” Henry said, leading Y/N to the kitchen.

The End

So Henry’s nickname is “Toro” which means “bull” because he’s a Taurus and of course really strong like a bull.

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st-juliet · 2 years

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Prompt because your work is aMAZing: when it’s before Sherlock and y/n’s wedding day, and he’s being an insufferable gentleman but she bats her eyes going “do you not want me” and he absolutely loses it 😏😏

Your Only Warning

Character: Henry Cavill as Sherlock in Enola Holmes

Summary: Alone in the library with his betrothed, the Reader, Sherlock fights to remain a gentleman…with limited success.

Content: 18+ for incredibly filthy language, explicit description of future sexual intimacy, dominant, angsty “I AM A GENTLEMAN” Sherlock, with a side of mild “look what you’ve made me do” rhetoric from our dear detective, but for the benefit of the very eagerly consenting Reader who absolutely intended to make him do precisely what he’s done.

Notes: Thank you so much for the prompt; I loved it, and hope you like the story, Anon!

It is a rare occasion that your future husband allows you to be alone with him.

Ever the gentleman, ever possessed by the fine arts of propriety, justice, compassion, and self-discipline…all the qualities for which you find yourself more deeply in love by the day…Sherlock has become increasingly distracted, sometimes even dismissive, of your endeavors to cultivate closeness, as the day of your wedding draws near. You do not know what precisely has caused his detachment; never once has he expressed any regret for his proposal, nor suggested he does not wish to proceed with the marriage, but something has changed.

You cannot recall the last time he was tender—if ever he truly was. No soft words, nothing of your beauty, certainly, rise to your memory, even as you entertain the recollections of shared laughter, discussions of books or music, your eager interest in his cases and his equal enthusiasm to share his work with you. Meanwhile, you long to pour out your heart on the subject of his handsome face, his gorgeous eyes, how much you long for his touch, his kiss, his…

Well.

Sherlock’s true feelings for you are a mystery that only he could solve, and finding the time alone to ask him to unravel his secrets has been nigh impossible. But tonight, at another interminable dinner party for your family and his, a challenge from Enola to discover the secret passages of the Holmes estate has led you to the library, opening a hidden door behind a bookshelf to your delight…and the surprise of Sherlock, whom you discover pensively staring out the wide window behind his desk. He looks back over his shoulder, slightly startled, but smiles when he recognizes your familiar form emerging from the shadows.

“Very well done, Miss —,” he praises you, and your heart flutters happily at the accolade. “My sister will be most pleased to have such a companion as yourself with whom to roam these halls. When we can coax her back home, that is.”

“I hope you will find me a fine companion, too,” you offer, stepping out from the passageway and into the library proper. You look about you: no one else is there. Good.

“Naturally,” he replies, leaving the sanctuary of his desk, but still keeping a polite distance. “It will be entirely pleasant to share a home with you, here or in London. I have too long breakfasted alone, beginning the day in sullen silence, only to let supper grow cold, too, for want of more companionable nourishment.”

“Yes, I quite look forward to that, too,” you reply politely, a few tears of disappointment pooling in the corners of your eyes. His once ardent interest truly does seem to have waned into a wish for company over meals. Still, your hope preservers; perhaps this is only a gentlemanly demurring from more intimate matters? You have had some success in delving into his captivating mind. What line of inquiry might unlock his heart?

“And you must never hesitate to make use of this library.”

“Thank you. But…Mr. Holmes…”

“Yes?”

“I mean…certainly we shall share other…other rooms, too?”

“Of course. You must be honest with me in the correction of my bachelor habits.”

“Yes, and you must similarly address the conventions of my customary solitude.”

These mirrored platitudes are maddening. You steel your courage and make a bolder proposition.

“But is it not true that, as is only proper, to my understanding, that when we marry, we will be…as one?”

At this, he meets your eyes for a brief, flickering moment, then turns away from you entirely, and begins to meticulously examine the books on the shelves, uttering a monosyllabic: “Ah.”

You wait.

And wait.

At long last, he clears his throat slightly and says, “I hope that if you should have any concerns of that nature, you might seek out the counsel of a recently married woman of your own age—Mrs. Watson, for example, is a lady of faultless virtue and excellent education, and might allay your fears—“

“I have no fears!” you exclaim. “I have…great anticipation. Longing, for a closeness I thought you equally desired. Sherlock, please I long to know and be known as a wife, to share with you every facet of my life, including—my…our—“

“Please, Miss —“

“But of late you scarcely look at me—“

“Dear girl,” he interrupts again. “I beg you to cease this line of inquiry!”

Your frustration bubbles over. Determinedly, you cross the room to where he stands, and slip around his hulking frame, insinuating yourself betwixt him and the bookcase, demanding his attention whether he will or no.

“What is it, Sherlock?” you ask, gazing up at him through your eyelashes, feeling your pulse quicken at his nearness. “Do you not want me?”

“Do I,” he growls through gritted teeth. “Not want you?”

In an instant, he has you restrained against the bookshelves, one hand pinned above your head and the other left to grasp frantically at his lapel, feeling the hard muscle and pounding heart beneath his fine coat, like an ember burning beneath your fingertips.

“Every moment I am plagued with wanting you! Do you not understand why I have withdrawn from you, why I must keep my distance from the woman I love?”

Sherlock lays his palm against your cheek, then slides his fingers down your neck, across your collarbones, coming to rest against the heaving swell of your breast over your gown.

“This is why. To prevent this.”

Hands over hearts, you are more closely entwined than you have ever been, and you can see with perfect clarity that his eyes burn with deep, profound emotion as well as increasingly unbridled yearning. Pinioned there by his full weight and bulk, you are completely helpless to his whims, and nothing has ever felt so freeing in your entire life. Finally, finally, finally, you exalt in your mind, and you sigh his name, unable to suppress a slight moan, which only seems to afflict him further.

“Oh, Sherlock…”

“I am a gentleman of unimpeachable conduct, but you would turn me into a brute. The more time I spend in your presence, the closer the day draws near when you will be mine, the more I find my resolve tested,” he despairs, drawing in a deep breath, and shuddering as the scent of your hair, your skin, permeates his senses. “Look at us, look what you have done! All this time I have resisted, but you undo it in a mere minute…”

His lips are practically touching yours, his grip on your wrist grown tighter, the press of his unmistakable hardness against you firm and unyielding.

“This,” he explains, his voice gone ragged and low. “Is your only warning, my dear sweet bride. If you speak another word of wanting before I may lawfully, licitly show you every way a man may possess his wife, if you touch me—or, or, you perfect minx, my gorgeous tormentor, if you with all your whiles force my hand…if you insist I kiss your glove in public, or ask for my arm to cross the street…I will make you pay for it the minute we are wed. I will turn you over my knee and spank your backside bruised. I will have you in every room of the house; damn who might see us. I will hunt you down across the estate and take you in the fields or the forest like an animal, for so you make me, darling. I will bind your hands to my bed and make you come for me over and over again until you have not a single thought left in this brilliant little mind, and then I will fuck your pretty weeping cunt until I’m sated and you are dripping with my seed. And that for a start.”

Sherlock, eyes glittering with his barely leashed lust, presses a light, chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Are we understood, Miss —?”

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, and, with the final indulgence of skimming the pad of his thumb across your trembling bottom lip, he very gently, courteously releases you, and then promptly flees to the opposite side of the room to pour himself a substantial drink. He downs it in one gulp, then takes several very deep breaths, and though he keeps his back to you, you can tell, with a secret thrill down your spine, that he is adjusting his clothes in a futile attempt to disguise his arousal.

“You were best return to the drawing room at once,” he instructs, almost bashful at his body’s insistence against his mind’s prudence. It is incredibly endearing. “I must compose myself.”

“Of course. Forgive me, sir, that I have discomposed you so.”

“No, no, it is I who must apologize. Can you forgive me, dearest girl, that I have not made clear to you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen? I was never a man of sentiment until now, and feared that to linger too long on the object of my desire, might make me lose all control. But I will tell you every day, ten times a day—from now until the end of my life, that your loveliness of body and soul is to me as vital as the air I breathe.”

“Are you becoming a poet, Sherlock?” you tease, melting all the more at his rush of tenderness, so looked for and longed for.

“Only for you,” he sighs, and you almost faint away as his hand drops to palm the outline of his cock through his trousers. Realizing the nature of his reflexive gesture, he gives a frustrated groan and points at you accusingly. “Only a romantic fool, and only a devious, seducing scoundrel, because of you.”

You laugh together, and, sneaking one last fervent look over your shoulder as he sinks into his chair and begins to unfasten his trousers, you close the door behind you depart, practically skipping through the halls of the home that will soon be yours, too, to rejoin both sides of the family in the parlor.

About ten minutes later, Sherlock rejoins the party, too, and no one seems to suspect anything untoward, clearly a relief to you both as your eyes meet across the table with a shared, secret glow. Once all parting pleasantries are exchanged, Sherlock follows you and your family out to the carriage, keeping a painfully respectful distance all the while. He offers only a formal bow and a stern, “Good evening” by means of farewell, but you have other designs.

“Good evening to you, too, Mr. Holmes,” you reply with a cheerful smile, and then, in front of the whole company, you elegantly present your hand to your fiancé to be kissed…

I am so, so honored by all your kind replies and reblogs! Thanks to those who commented on my other prompt fic, Pulse Point:

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myyoungroyalsblog · 11 months

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Red, White and Royal Blue fic rec part 2 (part 1)

*Note: I have a lot of unfinished fics in my subscriptions but since there are over 120+ fics there from other fandoms too I won’t be able to add those, when they are finished I’ll do another post in the future!

*Also couldn't find some of these writers here on tumblr, if you know tell me and I’ll add their @ beside it!

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sparklepocalypse · 1 month

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to @cha-melodius, @kiwiana-writes, @anincompletelist, @orchidscript, @myheartalivewrites,

… aaaaand @firenati0n for the tags! (This five tags per line thing really is for the fucking birds, y’all.)

How many works do you have on AO3?

106 works and counting.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

461,281 😱

What fandom(s) do you write for?

Currently? Red, White & Royal Blue, and RWRB RPF.

Historically? Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series, Queer as Folk, Supernatural, That One Fandom With The Wizards and the Bigoted Creator, Smallville, Glee, and a handful of other RPF fandoms.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Even though, IMO, kudos are a poor metric of the quality of a fic…

What’s Symbiotic will Always Be | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 2.6k words — my Kinktober 2023 breeding kink fic.

Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 30.8k words — my epic childhood friends to lovers AU.

Wrap Me Up, Unfold Me | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 4.3k words — my mile high club smut inspired by one of Hann’s incredible art pieces.

Take it Down Low / Make Me Get High | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 2k words — my Kinktober 2023 rimming fic, which has been described as that rimming fic.

I’d Wanna Be Held By You, Felled By You | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 2.3k words — my lake house smut inspired by Henry sharing Alex’s clothes.

More under the jump to save you a scroll!

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I’m horrendously behind, but I promise I’ll catch up one of these days… I hope.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

We’re just gonna focus on my RWRB works here so I don’t have to dig too far. I don’t really do truly angsty endings in this fandom, but I did write one piece with an open-ended ending:

Back, Bring it Back | RWRB | Alex/Henry | T | 1.2k words

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It’s a toss-up between two of them, so have them both!

Single Sad-Sack Seeking Same | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 7.7k words, and

Count to Ten & Breathe Real Deep | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 8.1k words

Do you get hate on fics?

I have had an anon throw a tomato emoji at one of my fics, which still stuns me. I used to get significantly more hate when I was writing in more problematic fandoms… 😅 but if you want to read the fic where Alex bottoms for the first time, and I got this comment, where they not only flung produce but also… felt the need to censor the word “top” for… reasons:

… then you should read In the Low Lamp Light, I was Free | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 3.1k words, which is my take on what happened with that second condom wrapper in the Paris scene.

Do you write smut?

Oh, fic meme creator, this is the cutest, funniest question.

Do I write smut? Hilarious.

What’s your craziest crossover?

Speaking of smut — I don’t really write crossovers, but I’ve written a few monsterfucking or monsterfucking-adjacent fics:

If We’re Caught in a Wave, I Will Carry You Over | RWRB | Alex/Cecaelia!Henry | E | 5.9k words

Just Let the Night Go Down | RWRB | Alex/Henry/Oviposition Toy | E | 2.2k words, aaaaand

All the Ocean was Sleeping | RWRB | Alex/Siren!Henry | E | 6.4k words

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. Fic (and fandom) are pretty reductive though. For example, I know that there’s someone writing a King Henry AU for @aroyallybigbangrwrb, and I’ve been working on my own King Henry AU since last September. There will probably be some similarities; can’t be helped. I’m not worried about it though, unless there are wholesale chunks of paragraphs that are somehow magically identical.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t believe so, but I have a blanket permission statement on my AO3 account, so if someone wanted to translate my work I’d be down!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Eons ago, I used to co-write Kurtofsky fic in the Glee fandom. Pretty sure all of those works have been lost to the ether, as this was before AO3 was absorbing archives as they went kaput. I’m not completely heartbroken about it.

All time favorite ship?

Darcy/Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice. No, I’m not kidding.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a couple really old WIPs from previous fandoms that I put a lot of work into, and then the ADHD took hold before I could complete them. It would be interesting, at the very least, to revisit these. Maybe retool them into something usable for this fandom, IDK.

What are your writing strengths?

Making people absolutely collapse in a heap of devastation with my angst, as @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @kiwiana-writes, and @ad-astra13 will attest; smut with “multiple different positions laid out in such detail you can almost see the gifs used as reference,” according to @bigassbowlingballhead. I also like to think that my spicy trauma makes me pretty funny.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Brevity — given the option, I’d rather write 5k words than a drabble every time. I also really struggle with saccharine sweetness and fluff for the sake of fluff, despite what y’all keep saying in my comments section; my sweetness is always bittersweet. And kidfic gives me the ick, as the youths would say, even if I’m the one writing it.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Yes! Just make it something that I can Google Translate and I’m good.

Which fandom was the first you wrote in?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, way back in the 1990s. (Yeah. I’m that old.)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

So, I have two. My favorite fic overall is my King Henry AU, Facing Tempests. I affectionately refer to this fic as KHIX (King Henry IX) and The Big Giant AU, and it’s my baby. I’ve commissioned some really incredible art from @seanchaidh7 for Facing Tempests that I can’t wait to share with y’all when the fic is ready to post.

My favorite published fic is If We’re Caught in a Wave, I Will Carry You Over, for which I commissioned some absolutely stunning art from @artofobsession which is now embedded in the story on AO3. There are several other fics that come close, but octoHenry is my beloved.

My tag is always open! Because this meme has been out for a couple days, I’m not gonna cold call anyone, but if you’re reading this, yes you with the clenched shoulders and the mild headache from staring at a screen, then consider yourself tagged!

#red white and royal blue #my fic #fic memes #tag games

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I'm back!!! After months and months of creative exhaustion and writer's block, this story came to me one night when I couldn't sleep. It's just a little one shot of pillow talk in Camelot that's a little fluffy, a tiny bit angsty, and a whole lot of tenderness. I hope you all enjoy it!

Rated T

Killian wished for the first time for those garish artificial lights of Storybrooke. As Emma said, he was becoming a 21st century man, and he had come to enjoy the ability to see his beloved in all her glory, even after the sun went down. Here in Camelot, however, he had to rely on his sense of touch alone to map the marks on Emma he had come to know so well.

“You and I, we understand each other,” Emma had said once, and the longer they were together, the more they saw it to be true. Though many a woman had warmed his bed, he still felt self-conscious the first time Emma saw the scars that riddled his body, yet she had smiled in that knowing way she had, and had cheekily said, “let me show you mine.”

His thumb now grazed the puckered one on her shoulder, a form of punishment by a foster father using the tip of his cigar. He nudged her hair aside with his nose, then lightly brushed his lips across the faint white line behind her right ear, caused by a broken beer bottle.

“I thought I ducked in time,” Emma had chuckled when she told him the story, “until I felt the trickle of blood dripping down my neck.”

He knew what it was to make light of a person’s past, as if childhood slavery was just one of those things that happens sometimes. There was nothing normal about it, however, just as there was nothing normal about Emma living in an alleyway at the age of ten ducking from beer brawls.

Emma shifted in his arms with a contented sigh. He wished she could sleep, but since the darkness wouldn’t allow herself that reprieve, at least she could find solace in his embrace. “You silence the voices in my head,” she had told him, pressing her nose to his collarbone. If that was the case, he would not leave her side, though the sleeping arrangements hadn’t made her father very happy at first.

Killian’s fingers danced along the jagged scars along her upper back, the newest ones, from when a skip she was chasing pushed her into a plate glass window. That story elicited a shrug and bragging rights that she only missed a few days of work. Bravado – he understood that defense mechanism as well.

They really did understand one another.

Emma reached around for his arm and pulled his hand down to lace his fingers with hers. She pressed their joined hands to her chest, and he noticed the slightest change in her bearing. An almost imperceptible stiffening, and did her pulse just kick up a notch? She shifted again, this time as if she were uncomfortable.

“Are you alright, love?”

Emma released his hand, and using her magic, she lit the candles in the room. Then she rolled over to face him, her hands fluttering, as if she didn’t know whether to touch him or not. She finally balled them up in the sheet that covered her, pulling it up to her chin.

“Do you know the song ‘Brandy’?”

Killian chuckled. “You know my only knowledge of this realm’s music is you and Henry. Right now your lad is educating me on something called punk? Apparently, it was a favorite of his father’s.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, Neal loved that stuff. I prefer the classics.”

“Like those beetle people?”

“The Beatles, Killian, and yes. Also Motown, Elvis, Creedence Clearwater Revival. I don’t know why, I just always liked the old stuff.”

“And this song? ‘Brandy’? Is by one of these singing groups?”

“Uh, no, but it's kind of the same genre, I guess. I don’t know even know who sings it, actually. I thought maybe you’d heard it at Granny’s or something. It’s about this girl and a sailor, so . . . “

“Ah.” He nodded, encouraging her to go on. He was glad she’d lit the candles, though he still couldn’t see her well. Well enough, however, to see the furrow of her brow and the way her lips turned down. This was obviously about more than a song. “Most sailors I know prefer rum, though. Brandy is a little high brow for our modest tastes.”

Emma rolled her eyes, which was precisely what he’d been going for. “Brandy is a woman. She lives by the sea and serves drinks to sailors. In a tavern, I guess.”

“Aptly named.”

Emma adjusted her pillow beneath her head and rolled over. She continued the story gazing up at the ceiling instead of looking at him.

“The song tells the story about her and the man she falls in love with. He’s a sailor, and he loves her, but always leaves her.”

Killian is beginning to see where this is going. He shifts closer to her, propping his head up on his blunted arm so he can look down at her as she speaks. With his hand, he strokes her arm gently.

“The chorus,” Emma continues, “is what the man always says to her: Brandy, you’re a fine girl. What a good wife you would be, but my life, my love, my lady is the sea.”

There are many things Killian could say. The first thought that comes to his mind is that the man in the song is either an idiot or a complete cad who most likely has a girl in every port. He’s known the type. People probably assume he’s the type, but he was always careful that his one-night stands had the same expectations he did. He actively avoided women who would be a “good wife.” Not every sailor had good form, however. He could explain all of that to Emma; tell her that the song is unfortunately a common tale, but it’s never been his.

He knows, however, that none of those things are what Emma needs right now. So he waits, without moving, his hand still caressing her arm. Emma releases a puff of angry breath before speaking again.

“I’ve always hated that song.”

“Emma, love,” Killian says gently, shifting onto his back and reaching for her, “come here.”

She comes to him a bit shyly, and he smiles at her gently as he cups her face with his hand. In her gaze, he can see hesitation. Fear. He doesn’t know if it’s the darkness whispering doubts, or if it’s her same old insecurities, but this is one battle he knows how to help her fight.

“My life,” he says, kissing her cheek, “my love,” he kisses her nose, “my lady,” he kisses her forehead, then pulls back so he can gaze into her eyes, “is you, Emma.”

Her eyes well up with tears, and a hesitant smile teases the corners of her mouth. “The Jolly Roger was your home for so long. You had nothing holding you back. Nothing tying you down.”

Killian shakes his head. “Emma, you said once that you and I understand one another. You, like me, were an orphan. What is the one thing all orphans want more than anything else?”

“A home,” Emma breathes without hesitation.

Killian nods, then kisses her fiercely, pulling her to himself, his hand tangling in her hair, pouring into his kiss all his hopes and dreams for their future. When they part, breathless, Emma presses her forehead to his, her smile finally full and joyous.

“So I didn’t freak you out when I mentioned that white picket fence?”

Killian tucks her against him, wrapping his arms fully around her. As he kisses the top of her head, he thinks of the real estate ads he and Henry have been looking at, one house in particular that looks fit for a princess, with a view of the sea.

“Not at all, love. I want that too.”

Emma snuggles further into his embrace, her hand splayed on his chest, right over his heart.

“Good,” she says, with that edge of smugness he’s always found so endearing.

He tries to stay awake, for her sake, but the warm, flickering light of the candles, combined with the softness of her in his arms, lulls him more than the ocean waves. Just as sleep pulls him under, he murmurs against her hair.

“You’re my home now, Emma. My life, my love, my lady.”

Tagging: @snowbellewells @jrob64 @teamhook @kmomof4 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @spartanguard @xhookswenchx-reads-blog @thislassishooked @thisonesatellite @xarandomdreamx @zaharadessert @huntressandlioness1 @jamif @undercaffinatednightmare @onceratheart18 @sparlecorn93 @sals86 @pirateherokillian @jonesfandomfanatic @linda8084

I don't even know who is around anymore, so let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list!!

#captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #once upon a time #captain swan fanfic #captain swan ff #captain swan fanfiction #fluff #sweetness #intimacy #pillow talk #canon compliant

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maxbegone · 1 month

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thank you @orchidscript and @suseagull04 for tagging me on this lovely wip wednesday! i've been staring at hades 2 art all morning, if you've seen those reblogs, and i visited the greek wing at the Met this past weekend, so this au is consuming me at the moment. please enjoy a sneak peek at a less angsty moment between these two ♥️

“You and I spoke of visiting Elysium once, eons ago,” Henry says, his voice almost hollow with memory. “My duties call for me to tend to the mortals who pass up on the surface more often than not, but I had been here before, of course, to carry some souls down.” Alex sniffs. “Yeah, and I was barely allowed out of the House. If I wasn’t training, I was screwing something up in the Administrative Chamber, bored out of my mind, and you know which I preferred.” Henry smiles. “That I do.” There’s a lightness to him now. It’s faint, but it’s there. “I distinctly remember all the times you played hooky or feigned being ill to get out of working.” “Eh, I heard mortals would do it sometimes,” Alex explains, batting a hand. “They’d pretend to be a little sick so they didn’t have to do their studies.” He hums. “Didn’t work.” “The trials of mortals,” Henry chuckles. “How quaint.” Alex nods along, smiling just a little. “Guess we finally made it though, huh?” It’s wishful thinking, he knows it, but he’s also trying to diffuse whatever tension is left between them. It’s also a weak excuse. But, nevertheless, Henry agrees. “Yes, I suppose we did.” Something that Alex realized long ago is that it’s impossible not to stare at Henry when the opportunity arises. He’s a vision, so how could he deny himself of that now that the very man is sitting here beside him and, for the first time in far too long, is doing so of his own accord? How can he deny himself of that when they’re actually having a conversation that doesn’t seem short and dismissive? The God of Death is breathtaking — no pun intended — and Alex is immediately reminded of the parts of himself he allowed to be cherished by Henry. He relishes the parts Henry allowed Alex to cherish of himself as well; his heart, his brilliant mind, his hands and the slope of his shoulders, the dip of his waist, and the soft, glorious curve of his lips. All of him, every last bit, is victorious in Alex’s eyes. Not a single soul in Elysium, not even the Champion, can compare to Henry.

tagging @iboatedhere @rmd-writes @kiwiana-writes @indestructibleheart @cha-melodius and to whoever else, consider yourself tagged!

#wip wednesday #firstprince #firstprince fic #rwrb #rwrb fic

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happiness-of-the-pursuit · 1 month

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to @kiwiana-writes for the tag!! I did this back in like... October, and a LOT has changed since then lol

How many works do you have on ao3?

What's your total ao3 word count?

299,988 (though this includes 110,000 from the co-written PJO AU and 2,000 words from Manu's fic that I podficced to)

What fandoms do you write for?

Only RWRB for now, though never say never to others. I recently read Check, Please! and I've had some thoughts, but I have far too many WIPs for RWRB to write them rn. Also I have some ideas for The Pairing, but again, I have... so many RWRB wips...

Top five fics by kudos:

Longer Than Most | 26K, trans Henry accidental pregnancy (also this is how I found out it had become my top kudos-ed fic AH)

The Super Six Take a Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair | 7K, YouTube interview

Let Me inside (I Want to Get to Know You) | 6K, epistolary roommates

Claremont 2008 | 28K, canon divergence where Ellen gets elected in 2008, childhood friends to lovers

(Dil)Do It Yourself | 17K, meet cute at a DIY dildo workshop

Do you respond to comments?

I really try to. But. I have gotten quite behind recently. I would love to catch up but it's just a bit overwhelming at the moment.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really have any angsty endings?? but a fic @affectionatelyrs and I are working on is going to have an ambiguous ending and my joke is that someone should the version of it where things take the angsty route

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mostly write happy endings, but I am going to say that Let Me inside (I Want to Get to Know You) is the happiest because it's kinda the tropiest

Do you get hate on fics?

Not hate, but I've gotten one or two weird comments, or comments asking about updates.

Do you write smut?

I do! (this is one of the things that's changed since the fall)

Craziest crossover:

The closest I've gotten to a crossover is the PJO AU, but that's not even an actual crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!! Super Six and the Siren's Call with @inexplicablymine and @read-and-write- was the first, and then I wrote Let Me inside (I Want to Get to Know You) with @affectionatelyrs. I also did the podficcing of the voice notes for love has a voice (and it's yours) by Manu. I've also got a couple more projects coming up with Jamie also.

All time favorite ship?

Well that I've written for, FirstPrince :)

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unfortunately I don't know if I'll ever finish Baby's First Pride because I've grown a ton as a writer since then and I would want to redo the old chapters and that just isn't all the compelling to me anymore...

What are your writing strengths?

I fucking hate this question. But I am going with dialogue and humor (and humorous dialogue) which has been co-signed by others so I feel less weird about saying this.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I would like to be able to keep smut more concise at times, because it always turns into a Big Scene but it doesn't always need to be a Big Scene. And I've been trying to work on a particular style of writing which is a bit more uhhh snappy? I don't know how to describe it. But that's still a huge work in progress, because I always get more rambly than I want.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I definitely try to include it for the characters in RWRB who speak other languages, and when I do I lean on my friends who speak those languages as a native speaker.

First fandom you wrote in?

Officially: RWRB. For myself: HP.

Favorite fic you've written?

Honestly it's always whatever I'm working on at the moment, which is a couple of WIPs: Fire Island WIP, Parasocial Relationship AU with @affectionatelyrs, and my Big Bang fic come to mind.

But really I want to know what y'all's favorite fic of mine is!!!!

I'll tag 20 people, sorry if anyone's done this recently, but in case anyone wants to go again: @mainstreamelectricalparade @14carrotghoul @anincompletelist @littlemisskittentoes @gay-flyboys

and @songliili @gayrootvegetable @leojfitz @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

and @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @captainjunglegym @cactusdragon517 @cricketnationrise

and @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @bribumblebee @nocoastposts @magicandarchery @itsmaybitheway!!!

#20 questions for fic writers #tag game #happinessofthepursuit writes

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Duckie

Chapter 5

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader; (eventual) jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader

characters: y/n bradshaw, nick bradshaw, bradley bradshaw, penny benjamin, amelia benjamin, tom kazansky, sarah kanzasky, ron kerner, henry ruth, rick neven, kendall adams

word count: ~2.9k

warnings: fluffy, angsty, being a single mom, crying, grief, letting go of grief, fear of forgetting, canon character deaths, i believe that’s it

a/n: i’m sorry.... and i’m going to be entirely honest with you guys, i don’t know when the angst will end

series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.

chapter summary: lil nick is now one! but it brings a lot of the feelings to the surface for duckie.

ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4 ch. 6

********** (23 and 1)

It was Nick's first birthday party.

His birthday had actually been Monday, but you couldn't put together a party on a weekday. So instead you planned it to be on the Saturday afterwards.

After getting Nick dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, along with a pair of little boots, you got dressed yourself. Penny had gotten you a shirt that said 'boy mom', so you put that on along with a pair of leggings and sneakers.

You pick up Nick and walk out to your car. "Alright, Nicky boy, let's go see everyone. Are you excited?" Nick clapped and made noises of excitement. You smiled and kissed the top of his head, "Good, me too."

The drive to the Hard Deck wasn't long, and when you got there, you were a little surprised at the turn out.

The parking lot had a good amount of cars in it; some you recognized, others you didn't. Like Penny's car, the Kazansky's, and a few others but that was it.

You got Nick out of his carseat and went inside. "Come on, bubba."

When you walked in, everyone turned to greet you.

After you made some quick small talk with a promise to catch up later, Ice came up to you and took Nick from you. "Hi birthday boy." He placed a kiss on his cheek before kissing your temple, "Hi, honey." "Hey Uncle Ice."

You looked around seeing all the decorations.

There were black, yellow, and white balloons, some of the white ones had smiley faces on them. The table cloths were black, the plates were yellow smiley faces, and the cups were white. Two walls had been designated for photos; one said 'one happy dude' and the other just had a smiley face.

"Guys, this is so cute. Thank you for doing this." Penny smiled, bouncing a two year old Amelia on her hip, "Of course, Sweetheart. Do you wanna see the cake?" Amelia looked at her mom, "Cake?" "Yes cake, Ames." "Wan' cake." "And you'll get cake, you just have to wait okay?" "Otay." Penny passed Amelia to Sarah and took you back to the kitchen.

When you got in there, someone was leaning on the counter.

It took you .05 seconds to recognize him. "Bradley!" You ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Hey, Duck," he hugged you back, picking you up a little bit. "Where's my nephew?" You pointed to the door, "Ice has him." He smiled and pecked your temple, "I need to go see the birthday boy."

Penny walked to the fridge and pulled out a yellow smash cake. “We decided to keep it simple. I hope that’s okay.” You nodded, “It’s perfect. Simple is really good, considering that kid destroys everything. I’d hate for a lot of work to go into a cake just for it to get ruined.”

She pulled out another cake, this one rectangular with smiley faces, “This one is for the guests. And I made some lemon cookies.” You hugged her, sighing a little, “Thank you, Penny. Really, thank you.” She tightened the hug, “Of course.”

Bradley reappeared in the kitchen, “Hey, there are some people here you need to come see.” Your brow pinched together, you had already seen everyone, “Who?” His smile widened, “Just come see.”

You casted a confused glance at Penny who just shrugged.

You followed Bradley out and over towards where Ice was. He was surrounded by other men his age and they were all just talking as Nick played with a toy.

When he noticed you, Nick made a little grunt noise and held his arms out for you. But you weren’t close enough. So, when you took too long to get to him, he made another noise of displeasure and this time he caught Ice’s attention.

“Hey, what’s wrong little man?” Another grunt and he dropped the toy. “What do you-” Ice turned his head to see you, “Oh, I see what you need.” You got there and Ice passed Nick to you. “You just saw your mama.”

One of the men in the group spoke up, “Duckie?”

You looked up at him, bouncing Nick and pulling his little hand away from your necklace. “That’s me.” By the time the words left your mouth, you recognized him. “Slider?” “The one and only. Wolfman and Hollywood are here too.” They both smiled at you.

“Wow, it’s been a while,” you gave them side hugs. “I’ll say. The last time we saw you and Bradley, it was your 16th birthday,” Wolfman said as he squeezed your shoulder. “Now you’re a college grad with a one year old and Bradley’s a pilot,” Slider said, wrapping his arm around Bradley’s neck to give him a noogie.

Bradley laughed and shoved the tall man away, “Alright, alright. Watch the hair, watch the hair.”

Wolfman crossed his arms, “You know, I’m surprised you-” He stopped talking when he saw Ice shaking his head behind you and Bradley. Bradley raised a brow, “Surprised I what, Wolf?” “That-that uh, you grew a mustache! I mean you tried once in high school but you shaved it when your girlfriend said it looked bad. But I mean look at it now, it looks so natural and you look a lot like your dad.”

Your brother nodded, “Thanks Wolf.”

You and Bradley walked away to mingle with other guests. And Ice looked at the three in front of him.

He gestured with his finger, “You guys can’t say anything.” “What do you mean, Ice?” Hollywood asked. “I mean-” Ice glanced around before stepping closer and lowering his voice.

“I mean, they don’t know Carole never wanted them in the air.” Slider’s brows pinched in confusion, “They don’t know? Then why isn’t Y/N a pilot?” “Maverick pulled their applications to the Academy.” “Why would Maverick do that?”

Ice put his hands on his hips, “Because Carole asked him too and he wasn’t sure they were ready for it…” “And they don’t know that’s the reason?” “No, and it’s not our job to tell them. So zip it!”

****

After talking more with your guests and opening gifts, it was time for cake.

You grabbed a microphone and addressed everyone. “Hey, everyone! Hi. Before Nick destroys this cake, I just want to thank all of you for coming out. I know Nicky is just loving the attention, so without further ado, let’s have some cake!”

Bradley set the cake in front of your son and Nick’s eyes went wide and you could see amusement flicker in them. He clapped his hands and giggled. You pass the mic to Penny and walk over to your son’s high chair. “Okay, bubba, dig in.” Nick grinned and immediately started to plunge his tiny fists into the dessert.

Everyone cheered as the cake and frosting smeared on the tray and on Nick’s face.

You laughed as you watched your son draw in the frosting with his fingers. You smiled and messed with the blond hair on top of his head, “I’m so glad I changed your shirt.”

He turned to you and grinned, cooing as if he understood you. He held out a tiny fistful of cake towards you. “Is that cake good buddy?” He cooed again and waved his fist. You got a little closer and Nick pushed the cake against your lips.

Everyone laughed and you pulled back surprised. You laughed and licked the icing off your lips. You smiled and kissed his cheek, “Thank you Nicky.” He laughed and clapped his hands before taking another fistful and pushing it into Bradley’s mustache.

“Okay everyone, who’s ready for cake?” Penny announced as she started to cut the guests' cake. Everyone got up except for you and Bradley, Ice was going to grab a piece for both of you.

Nick kept eating his cake and occasionally offering you or Bradley a fistful. You smiled and kept playing with your son's hair.

But despite your valiant efforts, Bradley could see the pain you were trying to hide in that moment. He knew you better than anyone, so he saw behind the curtain. He could tell you were holding back tears.

He watched your eyes finally gloss over when you made eye contact with your son. Nick grinned and cooed innocently at you and your lip trembled as you smiled back.

You sniffled, but kept your smile as you swiped a thumb over the apple of Nick’s cheek. “Oh Nicky, I wish your daddy was here.” You tried to say something else but your throat burned with tears.

You cleared your throat and looked at your brother, who was pretending he wasn’t watching you. “Hey, I’m gonna step outside. It’s getting a little stuffy, I’ll be right back.” You got up and went to the back deck.

Bradley looked after you with sympathetic eyes before moving his gaze back to Nick.

“Rooster, here’s your cake,” Ice said, holding out the plate. “Thank you, Ice.” “Where’s Y/N?” Bradley gestured outside, “She’s outside.” “Oh, I’ll just take this out to her.” Bradley reached out and touched Tom’s arm, stopping him.

Ice looked at Bradley, and just knew; Mav had given him that look before when it came to Carole.

He nodded and just sat the piece down, patting Bradley on the shoulder before walking away.

*****

Bradley gave you a few minutes before going outside after you.

He grabbed the slice of cake and got Penny’s attention. “Hey, Pen, can you watch Nick for a minute?” “Yeah of course.” “Thank you.”

He stepped out the backdoor.

You had moved from the railing to be curled up in a deck chair. Your eyes were distant but he could see you trying to pull yourself together.

He walked over and sat by your feet. “Hey Duckie.” You didn’t say anything, but your eyes flicked over to him. He sat the cake down, “I brought you a slice.” When you still didn’t respond, he turned to you.

“What goin’ on, Duckie?” You swallowed and picked at your nails, “I don’t know, Brad. I was doing so good…” “Y/N, you’re gonna have your days. That’s okay.” You looked at him.

“It’s my son’s birthday party, today is not the day.” You started to cry again.

“I don’t know what to do Bradley… This is a lot harder than I thought it would be,” you looked at your hands in your lap. “No one ever said it was gonna be easy. Grief is messy and unpredictable,” he grabbed your hands. “It’s been two years, Bradley. I thought I’d be better…” “Y/N-”

You interrupted him to voice what was plaguing your mind. “Bradley, Nick is one and he will never get to know his father. At least we got to meet Dad and know how much he loved us. But Nick will never get to know that and it hurts.”

You pulled your hands from his to wipe your eyes. “It hurts so much. And I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Bradley doesn’t know what to do, this is not his level of expertise. All he knows is that something as simple as a few words won’t fix this.

“Y/N, there’s not a lot I can say to make this feeling go away.” “I know, I’ve just been keeping this in for too long. Thank you for listening.” You hugged him and he hugged you back.

He decided to say the only thing he could think of. “You’re doing a great job. Nick has the best mom in the world.” You sniffled and pulled back, “Really? Cause I don’t feel like it…” “Yes, really.” He smiled at you and hugged you again.

****

Inside, Penny and Ice watched from the window..

Penny had just cleaned Nick up and changed him into the outfit he showed up in.

“She’s having a hard time,” Ice observed, arms crossed over his chest. Penny sighed sadly, and opened her mouth but Nick had other plans.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” He attempted while pointing to you with his little hand. “What was that Nicky?” “Mma..” He whimpered a little frustrated. “I think he’s trying to tell us something.”

Ice noticed tears in his little eyes as Nick flailed his arms again. “Yeah, he wants his mom.”

They shared a look and stepped outside.

****

The door opened and you and Bradley looked towards the door.

You quickly wiped your eyes when you saw Nick. “Oh hey guys, Nick okay?” “He’s okay, just wants-” Penny was cut off.

“Mama!”

Your jaw dropped and both you and Bradley stood up slowly. “Did-did he just?” “I think he did, Duckie.”

“Mama!”

Nick leaned toward you as he said it, making grabby hands at you.

You stepped forward and scooped him up and planted kisses all over his face, “Oh, Nicky baby! You just said your first word!” He giggled and said it again. You laughed and held him to you. “Oh my sweet boy!”

You sat down and held him to you, tears coming to your eyes for a whole new reason.

“We need to tell everyone!” Bradley said, just as excited his nephew said his first word. You waved him away, “Sure, but I need some time alone with my baby. I’ll be inside in a little bit.”

Bradley nodded, smiling as he placed a kiss on top of your head before going inside.

After a few minutes you went in and everyone fawned over Nick; and then about an hour later, people left.

****

You laid on the couch as Rooster slept in the chair and Nick had dozed off in his play pen.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy as you watched reruns of crime shows and soon you were asleep.

****

You sat on the couch, head on Kendall’s lap as you looked at the playpen where Nick had fallen asleep. Kendall played with your hair, humming a tune as he did so.

“I miss you,” you quietly said, turning your head back to look up at him. “I miss you so much.” Tears slipped from your eyes and Kendall wiped them away. “I know you do, sweet girl. I know. But you’re doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

You sat up, “I wish you were here. To watch him grow and turn into a mini version of you.” You rested your head on his shoulder, “He said his first word today. Gosh, I’m so proud.”

He kissed the top of your head, “I know. I’m always watching. I’ll always be watching over you and Nick.” He stood up and took you with him.

He walked you over to the playpen, “I will be there. For every milestone, every step of the way. Maybe not physically, but I’m there. I’ll see it all.”

You nodded and wiped at your eyes. “I wish he knew how much you loved him before he was even here. I wish you got the chance to show him that. Bradley and I were lucky to know how much Dad loved us before he died.”

Kendall smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “They’re watching over you too, you know. Your parents. Your dad gushes over little Nicky every chance he gets and your mom, oh goodness your mom.” You both laugh. “She is so so proud of you and the woman that you’ve become.”

It was quiet for a few moments as you and Kendall watched your child sleep peacefully.

“You can let go, you know,” Kendall said out of nowhere.

You stepped back, confused, “What?” “You’re holding on, Y/N. It’s okay to let me go. You deserve to be happy.” You shook your head, “I can’t let you go Kendall.” “You’re hurting, Y/N. You’re suffering because of me. Getting past this-”

“No! I won’t!” You sank to the floor. “I can’t…” Kendall knelt beside you, “Why?” You looked up at him, “Because I’m afraid of forgetting you if I do…” “Sweetheart,” he wrapped his arms around you. You clung onto his shirt, “I don’t want to forget you.”

He rubbed your back, “Sweetheart, I want you to listen to me. Don’t say anything, just listen.” You nodded.

“Just because you let go of this feeling, this pain, doesn’t mean you’re letting go of me. Because I will always be yours, no matter what, I’m yours. But this pain, this grief, is not all that’s left of me.”

He tilted your chin up to look at him, “You have the product of our love just feet away from you. Our love will always be here-” He pointed towards Nick. “-and here.” He pointed at your heart.

Kendall kissed your forehead, “You won’t ever forget me. I don’t think it’ll be possible. Especially with our little boy over there.” You chuckled a little bit, smiling as your head fell to his chest.

“But you can’t let yourself stay in this cycle. It’s not good for you or Nick. And while grief is ugly and unpredictable, you can get past it. I know you can, because you’re just like your mother. So try to let go of the pain and hold on to the love.”

You nodded, understanding what he was saying. “It’ll be a long road, but you’ve got support. And don’t think that you can’t have bad days, but don’t try to go through them on your own. Okay, I hate seeing you cry.”

“I’ll try Ken.” He smiled and squeezed your arm, “I love you.” You gently kissed him, “I love you too.”

***********

lil nicky is one and said his first word!! and duckie and rooster got a special visit from some of their dad’s old classmates

duckie also got a special visit from her late love and got a little closure

if you want to be added to the ‘duckie’ taglist or my top gun taglist lmk!!

tags <33: @roosterscockpit @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @hisredheadedgoddess28 @malindacath @bananas1234 @avengers-fixation @shawnsblue

i’ll put these in the comments as well

#duckie bradshaw #duckie #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x sister!reader #bradley bradshaw x twin!reader #bradshaw!reader #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun fic #top gun angst #angst #tw: grief

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myheartalivewrites · 1 month

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20 questions for fic writers

Hey @cha-melodius thanks for tagging me in this!

How many works do you have on ao3?

What's your total ao3 word count?

329,905

What fandoms do you write for?

RWRB and A Marvellous Light (The Last Binding trilogy). I've been thinking about writing for We Could be So Good by Cat Sebastian since I read it last week. I loved it so much I binge read 3 other books by the same author straight after, and then turned right back to WCBSG. Book rec for everyone who's not read it!

Top five fics by kudos:

Deep Blue

Just Like That.

Oxford Days

In His Wildest Dreams

A tie for fifth! Have One (On Me) and Tumbled Down and Tangled Up

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Unless they're a bit dodge lol

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is the question that reminds me I've done this game before hehe. I'm only interested in happy endings so this is hard to choose, but Don't Wanna Be A Fool For You is quite angsty and ends just as they're getting over the angst, so I have to go with that.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I always write happy endings, BUT, if I must choose, I'm gonna go with a non-RWRB fic here. in your room, like a temple is an epilogue of sorts to A Marvellous Light, and it makes me SO HAPPY to have written this settled future for Robin and Edwin.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually, though I did get a couple of annoying comments on my first threesome fic from people who thought their own vision of monogamy for Alex and Henry was something they had to come and tell me about 🙄

Do you write smut?

hahahahhaaaaaaaa yes

Craziest crossover:

Never done one

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! Someone did ask me about translating Deep Blue but I don't think they've followed through with it. I'd love it though

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

All time favorite ship?

Alex and Henry

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oooh, I don't have any WIPs on ao3 to feel guilty about. What sits on my hard drive is between me and my atheist god (also me)

What are your writing strengths?

Yikes, ok! Here are things I like about my writing: I like the way I write smut that's super emotional AND super hot, and all the different ways I've come up to make smut scenes different from each other (because writing them can sometimes feel repetitive from my perspective). I like the way I play with rhythm in sentences and build tension in scenes. I like the way I build emotional and sexual tension in a piece overall. Please no one drop into the notes to tell me they disagree 😂

What are your writing weaknesses?

I CANNOT come up with external obstacles! Whenever I'm trying to plot something out and I'm trying to come up with BIG PLOT REASONS to keep people apart, my brain just freezes. I love internal obstacles, the emotional reasons why people choose to do the things they do, but as for external things to move the plot along (think Jeffrey Richard leaking emails, Queen Mary telling Henry how to live his life) I'm just... ultimately uninterested in them. Which is fine if it's a choice, and I love a lot of writing just like that, but I wish my brain could at least TRY.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Like it.

First fandom you wrote in?

RWRB

Favorite fic you've written?

Haha good one. Changes all the time. Current fave: Paper Chains, I think (a personal stab to my heart how much it's underrated). I tried something new for me with the structure, and I think the emotional punches hit so hard, I'm so proud of it. Or maybe the new one for RBB, called Foxden Park. Coming soon!

No pressure tags (and sorry if you've already done this and I've missed it!): @thesleepyskipper @firenati0n @welcometololaland @inexplicablymine @sparklepocalypse

@onetwistedmiracle @tintagel-or-cockleshells @historicallysam @cultofsappho @14carrotghoul

@suseagull04 @magicandarchery @itsmaybitheway @porcelainmortal @anincompletelist and anyone who fancies joining in! 😘

#about me #tag games #my writing #rwrb fanfic

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crown-of-roses-thsc · 2 months

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This AU now has a blog because…..I feel like the tumblr people would like it!

THE BIG STICKIN’ MASTERPOST

Heyo! I’m SnickerDoodlez, I’m a she, and you can call me…basically anything that correlates with “SnickerDoodlez” at all! Just a warning, despite the fact that you would expect a Christian such as I to be…I don’t know, strict? Uptight?- I act REALLY unhinged in my posts sometimes- just don’t let that scare ya off ;) this is a judgement free zone and despite my seemingly rabid exterior I don’t bite. I’m always up for asks, DMs, anything like that!

FAQ:

Q. What is Crown of Roses?

A. Crown of Roses is my Henry Stickmin AU- its story is told through comics that I post on different social media platforms! As for the synopsis…

The Aquatic Division of the Toppat Clan and most of its inhabitants have blown up in a sudden and unexplained "accident", leaving Ellie Rose- one of the few survivors- to be transferred to the airship division, home of Chief Terrence Suave himself. But Suave isn't all he seems to be, and Ellie has taken it upon herself to overthrow him- accompanied by her two new friends, Reginald and "Lefty". But Suave has eyes everywhere... and everyone has a secret to hide.

This prequel-fic comic is named an AU mostly for minor inconsistencies (The way Sven talks about the airship implies that he was part of a different division, whereas in this he's part of the airship, for example), but I hope you can enjoy it nonetheless! It is heavily inspired by a side game that never saw the light of day (though funnily enough I came up with the basic idea before hearing about this!)

Q. May I make fanart of your AU?

A. Fanart / fan content for this AU is always allowed! And you can of course ship whoever you want (within reason, which should go without saying :P), and if you draw it I’d love to see the fanart ;) even if it isn’t a canon ship! And as long as it’s sfw I’ll reblog any fanart I get! My only request is that you tag me in it ^v^

Q. How old are the characters? / It’s weird to ship Reginald and Ellie.

A. Some character ages are changed in this AU! Not to an insane degree- no child-to-adults or adult-to-minors….and most of the ages aren’t confirmed in-game anyways, so I guess it’s not definitely changing? But still, there have been some changes! For now, here’s what I’ll say for ages (they are subject to change, and are mostly to show the basic differences between character ages!)

Carol is 22. Ellie and Sven are 23. Reginald and Burt are 24. Lefty is 30. Terrence Suave is in his 50s.

And yes, Copperrose is a weird ship :) the weirdness of it was actually what inspired me to make an overly-angsty-crack AU….which eventually turned into a story that I’m proud to say seems to be beloved by quite a few people!

Q. Any disclaimers I should know for this blog / AU?

A. This blog DOES contain fictional gore, violence, suicide, alcoholism, references abuse, manipulation….etc. Viewer discretion advised! However, it does NOT contain swearing (only slightly coarse language) or sexual topics (at most there are references to an affair and a joke or two at Reginald’s expense regarding his nonexistent love life)

Q. Do you accept asks?

A. Yes! Send me asks about the story (I may give spoilers ;)), characters, headcanons, etc…) or if you send an ask aimed at any of the AU’s characters, I may respond with a drawing! In fact, PLEASE SEND ME ASKS. PLEASE. I HAVE NO LIFE. DO NOT WORRY ABOUT BEING CRINGE I SHIP COPPERROSE WHICH IS MEGA CRINGE WE DON’T JUDGE HERE.

Q. Will you feature my OC?

A. I have hosted contests in the past where the reward is to have an OC featured in either the background or as a minor character in the project! You’re always free to ask, but unless you win a contest offering it there are no guarantees! At the moment, the main people who have gotten featured characters are contest winners, friends, and my mega-supporters <3

Q. Do you accept art requests / trades?

A. I accept art requests that are specific to my AU, but otherwise I usually won’t. HOWEVER, I’ll art trade with almost anyone as long as I’m not busy! I only have a few no-nos, which are that I won’t draw any shipping (characters you ship are fine, but the art I make wouldn’t be shipping!) and I won’t draw anything political. (I try to avoid flags as well, but if your character has like…a pin with a flag on it that’s fine)

Q. Where can I read this story?

A. See below!

WHERE CAN I READ THIS STORY?

YouTube Dub

WEBTOON

Ao3

Tumblr

BIOS

Set 1

CHARACTER INFO / REFS (WIP):

LIVING (as of Chapter 1):

Terrence Suave

Sven Svensson

Carol Cross

Reginald Copperbottom

Dr. Vinschpinsilstien

Burt Curtis

Calvin Carter / “Lefty” / John Doe / “Right Hand Man”

Ellie Suave-Rose

??? & ??? Randrolf

Bach

Minty

Wilting and Ed

DEAD

Randy Radman

T.R.N.K.

Jessica Rose-Suave

Chloe Cross

Valentine Galeforce Copperbottom & Gold Copperbottom

Sir Wilford IV

#henry stickmin crown of roses #thsc oc #Thsc #thsc fanart #thsc au #thsc rhm #thsc henry stickmin #thsc right hand man #thsc reginald copperbottom #thsc ellie rose #Copperrose #thsc CoR #crown of roses fanart

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blackypanther9 · 10 months

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Caring Afton kids| William gives birth

FINALLY !!! Some really wanted this, so I pretty much decided why not and made it angsty, wholesome and a bit (Really just a slight bit) dark. AND I FINALLY FINISHED IT !!! QWQ

WARNING!: Birth, wholesome, body/gender changing, blood, screaming, murder, Evan/Chris/CC tells M/n what he saw, rough Sex, biting, marking, pregnancy, perverted old doctor AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

The first two months of William’s pregnancy were pretty uneventful. Nothing happened, but Will throwing up and eating a lot. That was good, M/n supposed...

While that happened, M/n experimented on William’s cum, that, he had in the tank of his “milking” machine. Finally he got what he wanted and made a small little “potion” for William to consume twice a day.

Of course there was still plenty enough left of Will’s spunk and honestly, M/n was glad that there was. Many normal thinking people would probably consider to give it to doctors that can give women a child by putting sperm inside them from other people, donate it if you wanna call it that, others would think it is a trophy or again others would probably even go so far and thing that M/n will use the cum for something twisted.

...Maybe he did use it for something twisted.

You see...M/n was an Incubus. Usually Incubi are looking for a male or female for a one time fuck. M/n though...fell in love with William and his Incubus side was awakened after the 5th time they had Sex together. He grew pretty depended on William, his pleasure and his cum.

Incubi can be fed by their victim’s pleasure and cum, so there we have THAT. One of the few reasons he build the machine.

The other one was to help his Bunny to have no trouble giving birth. William might not have seen it, but M/n saw that the Doc was lying. They had that incident once before already, yes, but the male that gave birth, never got out alive. His hole was ripped wide open and bleeding like shit. There was no saving him.

How did M/n know ? He stole their report files about that man. They have no CLUE how to make them stay alive.

-Month three-

M/n started to mix the potion into William’s food and drinks. Until now he never noticed it and everything seemed to work just fine. William stopped throwing up completely and he ate way more and ran more often to the toilet, to relieve his bladder. The only thing that was new, was how horny William was from time to time.

His belly also started to show already and M/n forbid William to go to work, so nothing bad will happen to him and the baby. His bunny was a CEO after all and owned Fredbear’s, Circus Baby’s and they were VERY successful too. Anyone would love to hurt him just so he will lose his business.

But back to the whole horny William part...

“AH~!”

....because that was just happening.

“You like that, hmmm~? You like that little slut~?!”, M/n asked his bunny, while fucking into him harshly.

“MYES~! AH~! MORE~!”

William’s cock was again connected to the machine, filling an empty tank with his cum. He was cross eyed and this would be his 6th time in a row that he cums. M/n slammed into his bunny’s prostate harshly, making William jostle in the bed, screaming out his moans.

Michael and Evan were at Henry’s for the weekend, per M/n’s request. So M/n didn’t care how loud William was.

“MASTER~!”, William screamed out as he came the 6th time.

M/n had a smile on his face as he watched his bunny’s fucked out expression. William was still horny, but M/n knew how to fix it every time. He roughly fucked into his bunny, while he was still in his aftershocks. It made William crazy instantly and he moaned and babbled nonsense.

“Such a good little breed able bunny~ You are such a good little slut~”, M/n purred out.

William babbled something, that made no sense and M/n loved it. He got his William completely drunk on his cock and absolutely brain dead. M/n was so close to fill William again and he lifted him up by the hips, then came inside his little Pet again. William whimpered in pleasure.

When M/n finished inside William, he put him back down and then roughly fucked into him again, making William babble again and scream his moans out into the room. M/n couldn’t resist and mouthed at his Pet’s throat. William just continued to scream out his moans, too far gone to say or do anything else, besides hug M/n close to himself.

After a few minutes of making harsh love to William and mouthing his throat, he started to bite it and William froze as M/n did so. Then he picked up his pace, making William scream his moans out louder than he already did. His voice will be so sore the next day. M/n could feel William’s last orgasm, for now, approaching.

“CUMMING ! CUMMING ! CUMMING~!!!”, William yelled in pleasure.

M/n let go of his Pet’s neck.

“Me too, Pet~ Cum for Master~”, M/n purred out.

On command, William came crashing down again, screaming in pleasure. M/n pulled him close, shoved himself in as deep as he could, cock twitching wildly inside William’s hole, and filled his bunny up again.

As soon as M/n was finished filling William up, his Pet slumped and was fast asleep. M/n carefully maneuvered them so they lay on their sides, his cock still buried inside William. M/n knew that as soon as his Pet woke up again, he wants to continue rabbiting. So there was no need to pull out.

-Month four-

Michael finally got together with a girl he had a crush on. Her name was Reina. M/n had to give Mike so many tips and advices that he doubted that Mike would ever remember all of them. But he did and finally was dating the girl he liked.

William encouraged his Son, supported him even. He just told him to not have the deed with her without protection. Mike complained about it, but was thankful that his Father didn’t hate him for dating and supported him instead.

Michael and Evan also knew that their father is expecting a baby. While Michael and Evan were in amazement that he even COULD get pregnant, they were excited to have another sibling around. M/n was glad that they didn’t have a problem with another sibling.

But...M/n had to admit that William looked way too big for having only ONE child. So he decided to make another appointment by the doctor, for a checkup. It was next month.

-Month five-

William and M/n were in the doctor’s office. He checked on him and was surprised at what he saw.

“Mr. Afton...”

“Y-yes ?”, William asked nervously.

“You have twins.”

Both, William’s and M/n’s, eyes widened in shock at these news.

“TWINS ?!”

The doctor nodded. He seemed worried now and M/n knew why. The last male had only ONE child and died right after birthing it. William had two. He scoffed in his mind. William will NOT die. Not while he was around !

They went back home, not wanting to be spoiled by the genders. They want it to be a surprise. William was slowly freaking out, while M/n already planned the rooms and everything.

“Don’t worry, my Darling. Everything will go just fine.”, M/n tried to calm William down.

“I will NEVER survive birthing them ! Gosh M/n, they are going to come out of my ASS ! I don’t HAVE a cunt ! I am not a woman ! I will die ! I...I will never see them grow up...”, William said scared.

M/n pulled William into a tight hug.

“I won’t let that happen. You will see them grow up. Stop stressing yourself, it is not healthy for the babies.”

“B-But-!”

“Pet. No buts. I have everything under control. You just lay back, take good care of yourself and the babies and wait it out. Trust me. I know what I’m doing, Pet.”

William whimpered submissively and nodded. M/n kissed William’s cheek and then noticed how hard William was.

“You want me to take care of you, hmm~?”

“P-please...”

M/n chuckled and undressed himself, William quickly copied his motions, undressing himself as well. And they instantly went to rabbiting again.

-Month six-

The babies started kicking and William was so excited and full of joy, that he started crying, while he had M/n’s hand on his stomach, so he can feel them kicking too. M/n smiled brightly.

“Hello you two. I hope Momma takes good care of you two in there.”

William blushed a deep shade of red.

“M-Momma ?”, he asked M/n.

“You will birth them. You are their Momma. You will bring these two sweet babies to the world, so we can properly meet them.”

William stared at M/n with big eyes, filled with love and joy. Yes...sweet babies... William didn’t know that M/n already made the Baby rooms and that Mike and Evan wanted to help. Even Reina, Mike’s girlfriend, decided to help.

M/n kept feeding the serum to William and he could FEEL the changes. William’s body changed whenever he slept. It seemed like Will never noticed it though.

-Month seven-

William had big troubles moving and walking, so he was forced to stay in his bed. M/n and the other three finished the rooms and one was colored green and the other was colored purple.

Will was not allowed to be stressed at all, so M/n checked up on his Pet frequently. He could see the small boobs that William grew and he was getting proud that the serum worked. His bunny slept most of the time, but still, everything went perfectly well.

He barely wants to still have Sex, just food, bathroom and sleep. M/n was happy about that, because if he still would want Sex, he doubted that he could have behaved with his breeding urges. Then he could have hurt the babies.

-Month eight-

M/n woke up to screaming from his bunny. He jumped up from his sleeping position and saw what made him scream.

“Willy, Willy, calm down, my Love.”, M/n said calmly.

“W-what happened to me ?!”, he yelled at M/n in fear.

“Shhh, shhh... Calm down Love. I can explain everything. Just calm down...”, M/n cooed.

William took calming breaths with M/n and soon enough just waited for an explanation.

“I caused this to happen to you. I experimented on your DNA, which was in your cum and then started to make a serum to make this happen.”

“Why ?”

“So you won’t die. The last pregnant male, didn’t make it, because they couldn’t stop the bleeding and his hole was ripped wide open. It stood in the reports. I gave you a female body, so you can birth them and survive. I know that you can make it in this body. And the effect will wear off two months after you stopped taking the serum. Babies will need almost a year to stop sucking from the chest, so you will have to continue taking the serum until they don’t need Mother milk anymore.”

William stared at M/n and for once, M/n couldn’t tell how Will felt about all of this. Suddenly William hugged M/n tightly and gave him a loving, deep kiss, which M/n returned gladly. Then they pulled away and William was smiling brightly.

“Thank you, my Dear. Thank you so much.”

M/n gave him a loving smile.

“I told you that I have everything under control, my Darling. Now please, continue to rest and do NOT freak out and get stressed again. Okay ?”

William chuckled and nodded.

“Good.”

M/n gave William another deep kiss and then snuggled him again. They fell asleep together again until...

“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD ! CAN YOU DRIVE ME TO SCHOOL ?!”, Michael called.

M/n groaned and then held William’s ears shut.

“YOU’RE NOT GOING TODAY ! I WILL WRITE YOU SICK FOR TWO DAYS !”

“OKAY ! I LOVE YOU !”

“LOVE YOU TOO, MIKE ! PLEASE CECK UP ON EVAN !”

“I WILL !”

Then M/n pulled his hands away from Will’s ears and cuddled him again.

“PAPA ?! EVAN PUKED ONTO THE CARPET ! I THINK HE IS SICK !”

M/n growled in annoyance and got out of bed.

“COMING !”

With that M/n left with only his underwear on, ready to clean up Evan’s room. William chuckled softly at M/n’s misery.

-Month nine-

His water broke. His water broke and he couldn’t move, nor could M/n get him to the car ! He called the doctors and told them that he can’t move William at all. He just got him barely to the bathroom. He was opening fast and there wasn’t much time.

They hurried over to William’s house and M/n called Henry to take care of Mike and Evan. Reina also came over for Mike’s support and Charlie came with her Father. They were in the room furthest away from the whole disaster.

Michael was fighting with one of the doctors that kept him away from his Father and Papa.

“I am their SON ! I have a right to be by my Father’s side ! Let me fucking through !”

“I am sorry, boy, but you are too young for this. It would scar you.”

“I went through HELL already ! It is more scarring to hear my Dad screaming in pain and I can’t be there for him, to support him ! That is my DAD ! Let me get to him ! Let me help him !”

Suddenly M/n left the room and spotted Mike, who was in tears.

“Mike ? What are you doing here ?”, M/n asked.

“I want to be there for my Dad, Papa ! They won’t let me !”, Michael sobbed out.

M/n saw the fear, pain, helplessness and anger in the boy’s eyes. M/n glared at the Doctor.

“Let him to his Father.”, he said.

“Sir, he is way too young to-“

“I don’t care ! Can’t you see how scared he is for his Father ?! He is scared shitless ! He doesn’t know how his Father is doing ! He wants to be there for him, which speaks volumes ! So for fucks sake let him through and support his Father !”, M/n yelled at him.

“He is only ten-“

“Michael is SIXTEEN years old ! He KNOWS what he wants ! He KNOWS what he can handle ! He already had birthing and Sex in fucking CLASS ! God he is a little shit sometimes and makes the worst jokes about Sex and birth too ! Now let him through !”

The doctor shut up and let Mike pass, who ran into the room. Then M/n rushed to get a glass of water for William, then he entered the room again quickly.

He saw Michael holding William’s left hand. He saw the love, care and worry in the boys eyes. Michael was definitely a Daddy’s boy. He loved William, as a Father, to infinity and back.

“You can do this, Dad. I believe in you, okay ? Evan does too. I am here not just for myself, but also for Evan. We both support you. We believe in you.”, Michael told his Father, who was in pain.

“I am surprised that he is a woman...”, the doctor at his feet said.

“Does it concern you ? Please just help us get the Babies out safely.”, M/n replied.

William squeezed Michael’s hand softly and smiled at him, while M/n sat down next to William and held his right hand, which William also squeezed gently.

“How did he change his gender ?”

“It is none of your concern, Sir.”, M/n replied to the Doctor, that was too curious for his own good.

Another contraption and William screamed again, squeezing Mike’s and M/n’s hands tighter.

“You can do it, Dad. Soon it will be over. It will be over as soon as it started. And we will be here through it all. Okay ?”

William was sweating from pain and slight stress, but nodded. When the pain left, he smiled at his Son again.

“You are a great support, you know that, Son ?”, William asked.

“I hoped that I would be.”, Mike replied.

William chuckled softly.

“I love you, Michael.”

Michael looked at his Dad in surprise and then he smiled brightly.

“I love you too, Dad.”

“You are a very loyal Son. I-I’m sorry that I only realized this, when I met M/n and not earlier...”

Michael gave his Father a sad smile.

“We all make mistakes, Dad. You were pretty busy, tried to give us everything you could. You couldn’t have known why I did what I did to Evan. I’m...glad that M/n found out and snitched.”

William gave a sad smile back.

“I should have noticed it though, Mike. You loved your little Brother so much and I didn’t even consider...”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Dad. We made up for it and you know what ? Now we will have another sibling. You are more important right now than this silly conversation. Just concentrate on the baby now, okay ?”

William chuckled softly.

“Babies, Mikey.”

Mike chuckled.

“Yes, Babies. I forgot that it was twins.”

“Two more contraptions and then he is fully opened. Then he should push with the third one.”, the nurse next to the doctor said.

M/n nodded and Mike did the same.

“I will quickly check up on Evan and Henry. I will be back quickly, okay ?”

Mike nodded and William let go of M/n’s hand.

“Take care of your Dad, until I’m back. Keep encouraging him.”

“I will.”, Mike replied.

Then M/n left the room and sprinted down the hallway into Mike’s room. Evan, Charlie and Henry looked up and saw M/n.

“How is he doing ?”, Henry asked.

“He is still in the opening process, but he is doing as fine as he can with the pain. Mike is there and supports him. How are you three ?”

“Evan is a bit distressed. He wants to be with his Dad, but he is very sensitive to loud noises, so he is torn in between what he should do. Charlie is worried and I am as well.”

“How is Mike ?”, Reina asked worried.

“He is doing just fine. A bit worried and stressed, but his love and worry for his Father, the urge to be there for him and help him through this outweightens his stress and fear. He is a very determined, strong boy. I hope you will keep that in mind and keep him, as long as you can, happy.”

Reina smiled and nodded softly. She planned to make him happy. Michael was a special, extraordinary boy.

M/n looked at Evan and the boy looked guilty. He went over to him.

“Do you want to be with Dad ? Do you want to support him as well ?”

Evan nodded.

“B-but I’m scared of loud n-noises...”, he replied.

“I know, baby... But I might have a solution. Every time he screams, I will hold your ears shut, so it will be quieter. How about that ?”, M/n suggested.

“Y-you would...do that ?”, Evan asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure that is a good idea, M/n ?”, Henry asked worried.

“I will make sure that he doesn’t see the other end of Will. Don’t worry. I will stand right behind him and shield his sight. But he wants to be there for Will. He should have the same chance as Mike to support his Dad.”

Henry was silent at that for a while.

“Good point. Just be careful, you two.”

“We will be. Come on Evan.”

Evan took M/n’s hand, his Fredbear plush and then they went back and into the bathroom, William was about to give water birth in. M/n shielded Evan’s sight and guided him inside, then turned him around and uncovered his eyes. Evan instantly saw his Father and knelt down, holding his dad’s right hand.

William opened his eyes and stared at Evan in surprise.

“Evan ?”

Mike looked at him just as surprised. Evan gave a shy smile.

“Hey, Papa... I wanted to help too, like Mikey. Daddy said that I can and he will hold my ears shut when loud noises occur.”, Evan said.

William looked at M/n, who knelt to Evan’s right side, shielding the sight that might be gruesome for a seven year old, from Evan.

“He was torn. He wanted to help, but is sensitive to loud noises. He felt guilty that he didn’t come along just because of the loud noises, so I offered a solution and he was more than happy to come along. I thought you might want to at least see them and have their support as well as mine. After all, you love them, they love you, we are a family and it is about to get bigger. Hope you are not mad, Love.”

William gave M/n a watery smile.

“Mad ? No, no, no. I am so happy to have them both here with me. I...I never thought they would want to be present when this happens.”, William replied.

“Their love and worry for you, is bigger than you thought, Darling. You mean the world to them and they are ready to go against their own fears and out of their own comfort zone, just to be there for you. Not every child does that, but these two are happy to be here.”

“How is Reina ?”, Mike asked softly.

“She is doing well. She was worried about you, but I made them disappear quickly. I told her that you were alright, besides the slight stress and worry you have right now.”

Mike nodded and then smiled softly. Evan and Mike continued to hold William’s hands.

“Did I miss a contraption ?”

Mike shook his head.

“No. But one is about to come, Dad’s hands are gripping a bit stronger.”

M/n nodded and held Evan’s ears shut. Not even 10 seconds after he did that, did William scream again and squeezed Evan’s and Mike’s hands a bit tighter.

“FUCK !!!”, William cursed loudly.

Evan did squeeze his eyes shut, but the screaming was definitely quieter. He was thankful for that. He didn’t like seeing his Dad in pain, but he hoped that him being here, will help his Dad at least a little bit...

The other contraption came way quicker and the third one was where the agony started. M/n held Evan’s ears shut tightly, while William squeezed Mike’s hand tighter than he did before and his right hand squeezed a piece of cloth tightly. Evan had his hands on William’s upper arm, squeezing it from time to time and he petted it too. At some point he put Fredbear onto his dad’s chest too, telling him that he is there for a bit more support.

William would have smiled, if he wouldn’t have been in pain. Both of his Sons were so sweet.

“You can do this Dad. I know you can. You are strong.”, Michael encouraged his Father, to stay strong.

“Come on Papa, you can do this. You are cool in everything you do. I believe in you.”, Evan told William.

William really would have smiled. With each contraption he had to push the babies out, his Sons and Husband encouraged him to keep going. They believed in him, they knew he can make it. Soon, the first child was finally out and Evan heard cries of a baby. Michael didn’t look into the direction, just at his Dad, while Evan tried to glance over, just to see the shirt of M/n.

“You don’t want to see that yet, Evan. Trust me. You are too young for that sight.”, M/n said over William’s next scream.

Evan nodded and kept encouraging his Dad with Mike and M/n.

“GOD DAMN IT ! M/N NEXT TIME YOU MAKE ME PREGNANT, I WILL PERSONALLY STAB YOU !”, William yelled at M/n.

He only chuckled.

“You say that now, Darling. After a few years you are begging me to give you another one. I bet.”, M/n teased.

“IN YOUR DREAMS !”

“We will see, my Love.”

And then the next push and...again cries of a Baby. William huffed and tried to calm his racing heart down. The nurses left the bathroom and went to the second one downstairs, to clean the babies and check on them.

“You did it, Love. They are out.”, M/n cooed.

“You did great Dad.”, Michael praised, his eyes filled with pride and joy.

His Father pulled though, he made it, he gave successful birth to two new siblings. He is still alive too.

“You did so awesome, Papa. I knew you could do it. Fredbear also knew you could. We are proud of you.”, Evan praised.

William was a bit calmer and he smiled softly at his kids.

“I think without the three of you, I wouldn’t have pulled through.”, William got out.

The kids smiled at their Father and M/n smirked.

“Of course you wouldn’t have. Without our awesomeness, you would have pouted and refused to give birth.”, M/n teased.

William laughed.

“You absolute idiot. Hahahaha !”, William replied.

“You know me, Darling. An idiot through and through.”, M/n said with a wink.

Then William closed his eyes, exhausted.

“Should we...?”, Michael asked M/n.

“Let your Dad rest a bit. He just went through a lot of physical stress. We will wake him up when the Babies are arriving, yes ?”, M/n asked.

“Yes !”, both, Evan and Michael said in excitement.

After an hour the nurses came back with the Babies. They were wrapped up in towels and they gave one to M/n and the other carefully to Michael.

“Am I holding them right ?”, asked Mike.

M/n chuckled.

“The arm where the head lays needs to go a bit higher, make sure you have the baby’s back on your whole arm, then you hold them just right.”, he explained.

“One is a girl and one is a boy.”, the nurse told them.

“Another Brother ! And another sister !”, Evan cheered happily.

M/n chuckled and then softly woke William up. He moaned in slight discomfort and then opened his eyes.

“Hmmm ?”

“The Babies are here, Willy.”

At that William was wide awake and looked into M/n’s arms. His heart melted as he saw the sleeping Babe in M/n’s arms.

“The other one is with Mike.”, M/n informed.

William turned his head around and saw Michael holding the other sleeping Babe.

“This is so damn adorable. They both are so precious.”, William said, voice hoarse.

M/n got the glass of water and gave it to William, who drank the whole glass empty. He gave it back to M/n.

“Thank you, Love.”

“No issue, Darling.”

Then William stretched his arms out.

“Can I...?”

M/n handed William their Baby and William looked at them lovingly. Then he checked their gender.

“A Baby girl...Love, a girl.”, William said with utter happiness.

M/n nodded his head softly and smiled.

“What name, Dear ?”, M/n asked.

William gave his Baby girl a soft smile.

“Penelope. Penelope Liz Afton.”, William got out.

“What about our little Brother, Dad ? What will be his name ?”, Mike asked.

William looked at Mike then at his other Baby and then at M/n.

“Another boy ? Another Baby boy ?”

M/n smiled and nodded.

William smiled brightly.

“Alex. Alex Zero Afton.”

M/n chuckled.

“Zero ?”

“Well...I did read a book with a cool character in it that was names Zero. Why not ?”

“Nothing, it’s just...I find it cute, Willy.”

“So the names are decided ?”, another nurse asked.

The parents nodded and the nurse wrote them down.

“The birth certificates will be in your hands tomorrow. The Babies are both healthy and Mr. Afton will be all healed up in 2 months. Until then no intercourse, no heavy objects lifting and no stressing.”

They all nodded and with that the doctors and nurses left the house and left the Family alone.

“I am so happy to have them.”, William said.

“We are too, Dad.”, Michael replied for Evan, M/n and himself.

They nodded in agreement.

-Time skip-

M/n was walking outside to someone’s house. The house of the doctor, that, didn’t really help to give birth to his two sweet twin Babies. All that old pervert did was stare at William’s cunt and the nurse had to help to get the Babies out. That Freak just stared.

While no one else noticed...M/n did. That sick old fuck had lust in his eyes as he saw William’s cunt. He wanted HIS Bunny. If he wouldn’t have given birth today, he would have disgraced William. And THAT, M/n, can’t let go unpunished.

He broke into the old man’s house and saw that he lived all alone. His wife left him with his unborn child. And somehow M/n had a feeling that she was forced into all of that. He sneaked into the kitchen and saw the Fucker hand up pictures of William’s cunt. Oh he was ready to kill him.

He took out his knife and sneaked up on him. The man saw him in the fridge mirror, gasped and spun around, only to feel how the large kitchen knife stabbed right into the Man’s chest and lung. M/n tsked and pulled it out.

“You should have stayed still, you perverted old fuck !”, M/n spat.

Then he stepped on the man’s left ankle and broke it, making the man whimper in utter pain. He continued to torture him, until he was bored and killed him off.

“I knew you were too curious for your own good.”, M/n muttered and then burned the house down.

He was back home, before anyone even knew he ever left. He bleached the knife clean, cleaned the sink and then put the large kitchen knife back into the dish washer. He was ready to go to William’s and his own bedroom, as...

“You killed him...d-didn’t y-you ?”, Evan asked.

M/n froze up.

“Killed who, Ev ?”

“T-the creepy doctor. M-Mikey said that perverted old fuck just s-started at Papa’s forbidden Zone and...t-took pictures of it.”

M/n stared darkly into the hallway.

“I did kill him, yes. I did it to protect your Dad. Don’t tell anyone about this, Ev. Okay ?”

“W-why ? Y-you only did it to p-protect us.”

“Police doesn’t care about the reason. Murder is murder. It is very bad. Even if you only have good intentions, police and the law doesn’t care about it. But they don’t help you to keep families save either. They always just do something about it, when something terrible already happened. ...And sometimes...they still don’t do anything...”

Evan stared at M/n with wide eyes.

“L-like Lizzy ? T-they don’t l-look for her anymore ?”, he asked.

M/n was silent for a long while before he answered.

“...Yes... They just...stopped looking for her. Your Dad and me...we were angry and devastated. I’ve been searching for her since.”

“C-circus B-baby a-ate he-her...”, Evan got out.

M/n perked up at that in utter surprise.

“What ?”, he whispered out.

“B-baby...sh-she ATE L-Lizzy. I-I tried to...stop h-her f-from getting to cl-close. B-but she didn’t l-listen.”, Evan explained.

M/n turned around and looked at Evan.

“Why didn’t you tell us ?”

“I-I was sc-scared y-you would be ma-mad at me...”

“Oh, honey...”

M/n pulled Evan into a hug. Evan hugged back and started to cry.

“’M sorry !”, he yelled into M/n’s shirt.

“No, no. Shh...everything is okay.”

“M-Mikey saw her t-too ! B-but he...th-thought he hallu-cinated !”

“The day he forgot to take his pills...Damn...”

“W-will sh-she be o-okay ?”, Evan asked.

“I will see, Evan. Don’t worry.”

Evan nodded softly.

“Now go to bed, little guy.”

Evan nodded again and went to bed.

End ? Or shall we bring Elizabeth back in the LAST chapter ?

#William Afton x Reader #Male!Reader #Incubus!Reader #William Afton/Dave Miller #Purple guy #Man behind the slaughter #Afton Family #Evan/Chris/CC Afton #Michael Afton #FNaF #Part 4 #Caring Afton kids| William gives birth #M/n's Pet #read warnings above #MY AU

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Lake Time Loop

A little while ago I had a plan with some other writers to write a fic where Henry gets stuck in a time loop at The Lake and has to hear Alex confess he's in love over and over again, night after night, while he tries to figure out how to get out of the situation. We each wrote a section.

Unfortunately the project fell apart due to one reason or another. The thing is, I'd written my whole section and I really like it! It's very angsty, which is out of the norm for me. So, I thought I'd share it here as a throw-away piece of writing that otherwise wouldn't see the light of day.

Enjoy! (Oh and tw: heavy alcohol consumption, vomiting described in detail, dark/self-harming thoughts from Henry)

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Henry is losing his mind.

He has to be. He can’t actually be stuck in a time loop. He must be in a little padded room somewhere, imagining all this. Repressing his gay urges has finally sent him spare.

If he is imagining, or even worse, if he’s not, there seems to be no consequences here. In that case, why does he have to keep behaving in a manner befitting the crown?

Maybe, Henry thinks, just maybe, if he gets drunk enough today he won’t have to comprehend the look in Alex’s eyes at the lake. He’ll simply get too sloshed to understand or care. It’s as good a plan as any, stuck as he is.

“Woah,” Alex says, as Henry pours a generous measure of brandy into his tea directly after breakfast. He’d sent a PPO off to a local town to buy him some supplies while everyone was still in bed. Buying brandy at seven in the morning; only in the USA. God bless America. “You okay there?”

“I feel like I’m getting a cold,” Henry lies, taking a large gulp of his beverage. It burns going down in exactly the way he was hoping it would. “This is a common home remedy in England.”

Alex raises an eyebrow at him, but Henry holds his gaze until he shrugs. “If you say so.”

Henry surreptitiously keeps up the cups of tea until lunch, switching to the sangria which has been made when the others start drinking with the meal. He has more than a buzz going already and he knows he is on his way to his goal of getting sloppy. He distantly wonders if the loop will re-set without him getting a hangover.

After lunch everyone heads to the lake, a cooler of beers being carried down by Alex and Oscar, and Henry sits on the edge of the short dock with his feet in the water, drinking cold lager with the determination of a man possessed. He doesn’t swim. He can’t really feel his arms and legs very well anymore and he doesn’t want to drown.

A morbid thought tells him that might be an effective end to his means. He drinks some more beer about it.

“Hey baby,” Alex says, swimming up and tugging on Henry’s leg. “You okay?”

“Yes,” Henry manages to slur. “I’m having a great time.”

Alex stares up at him, looking thoughtful and slightly concerned. “Okay,” he says eventually, and swims back to June and Nora. Henry can see them talking quietly, and catches the moment that June flicks a glance at him over her shoulder. He’s obviously worrying them, but he finds it hard to care - both because he’s very drunk and because he’s sure that all of this won’t matter tomorrow.

When the others get tired of swimming they all head back to the house, and Henry, having lost count of the number of drinks he’s had, finds that it is somewhat difficult to walk in a straight line. Almost immediately Alex is under his arm, gripping him around the waist and helping him walk the short distance to the house, where he dumps him in a chair on the porch.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, crouching down with his hands on his knees so he’s at Henry’s eye level.

“Nothing,” Henry manages to mumble.

“Henry, you’re completely hammered,” Alex says, and he sounds upset. “I know that’s not you.”

“No you don’t,” Henry slurs. “You don’t know me …. know me as well as you think.”

Alex’s eyes widen and he looks quite hurt, but it’s momentary and his face softens into sympathy. “I’m getting you some water,” he says, heading inside, and Henry wants to scream. Getting drunk wasn’t supposed to make Alex even more affectionate towards him. Why isn’t this working?

Slowly, on legs that won’t quite work, Henry stands. He still has half a bottle of brandy stashed in the room he’s sharing with Alex. If he can get that and down it, he hopes he’ll simply black out, removing any likelihood that Alex will confess.

When Henry walks into the house it’s clear he’s being talked about again. This time Nora, June and Alex are clustered around Oscar. They all look up as he enters, and concern is written across all their faces. Henry draws himself up to his full height and ignores them, staggering across the room and using furniture to keep himself upright, his sights set firmly on his goal.

Halfway across the room a strong hand clamps around his arm. “Son, where are you going?” Oscar asks, his expression deeply concerned. Alex is hovering just behind him.

“‘m gonna lie down,” Henry manages to lie. Oscar gives him a searching look, but then loosens his hold.

“That might be a good idea,” he says. “But we should get some water in you first.”

“Don’t need it,” Henry says, turning towards the bedrooms again. This time Oscar lets him go, and through his haze Henry hears him telling Alex they’ll keep an eye on him during the afternoon. He makes it to the bedroom and quickly finds the brandy, lying down on the bottom bunk and hiding the bottle next to him under the sheets.

Alex comes in the room with a glass of water. “Will you please drink this?” he asks softly, holding out the glass, and Henry’s heart gives a lurch in his chest. Why is he doing this again? He’s obviously hurting Alex, who he has never wanted to hurt even for a moment. He forces himself to sit up and takes the glass, draining the water without looking at Alex and passing it back.

Then, unable to look at the sad expression on Alex’s face, he turns and curls in on himself, hoping Alex will leave.

It hurts a lot when he does. Henry pulls the brandy out and drinks as much as he can in one breath, sick of the day and Alex’s hurt and this whole fucking loop he is stuck in. He pulls the bottle away from his mouth and pants for a moment, his hand slipping on the bottle and sloshing quite a bit of the brown liquid onto his chest, then finishes off the rest in a second pull.

The warmth of the brandy burns in his chest and Henry feels his stomach begin to roil against all the alcohol in his system, but as the spirit takes effect on him his vision begins to narrow to a point and his thoughts swim and then he feels nothing at all.

“Henry? Son, can you hear me? June, get a bowl. He’s breathing, I cleared his mouth out, he’s going to be okay, Alex. Mierda, why would he do this? Has he been under any sort of stress?”

Henry lets out a soft, involuntary groan. His face is sticky, especially around his mouth, and all he can taste is bile.

“Henry?! Henry, can you hear me?” It’s Alex’s voice, sounding strained and panicked. He feels hands on him, and then there’s some shuffling and they’re removed.

“Mijo, I know you’re worried, but you’re not helping. Just leave him for a moment, will you? Nora, can you -”

Henry hears Alex swearing and Nora cajoling and then there’s the sound of a door closing and their voices become more distant. He wants to stop them, to tell Alex to come back, and that he’s sorry and he knows he fucked up, but he can’t move. He tries to open his eyes but all his eyelids do is flutter. He groans again and feels the sensation of vomit surging up his throat.

Someone, Oscar he supposes, holds his head over the edge of the bed as he expunges the contents of his stomach. He vomits so hard it comes out his nose too, and by the time he finishes he’s letting out cracked sobs and his face is wet with sweat and tears. Oscar’s strong hands push him back onto the mattress and he feels a towel being wiped over his face. Slowly, he manages to squint his eyes open, and he finds Alex’s father on his knees next to the bottom bunk, looking at him with concern written across his features.

“Do you know where you are, Henry?” he asks.

“Lake,” Henry manages hoarsely.

“That’s right. What day is it?”

“S-Saturday?”

“Okay,” Oscar says. He watches Henry for a moment, a frown settling on his face. “I’m not going to ask why you purposely tried to drink yourself into a blackout,” he says in a low voice. “But I can tell you I am not impressed.” He sighs, looking Henry over. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my son is in love with you, and as his father I am now invested in making sure he’s not with someone who is going to make these kinds of selfish, self-destructive decisions.”

Henry shuts his eyes. Oscar keeps talking, but he doesn’t hear him. His plan has failed. He got drunk enough. He made himself sick.

But he still had to hear that Alex loves him.

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