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[halfavampvancey]

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[vivwritesfics]

Better Than He Ever Was - MV1

This gif makes me feral - I am on my KNEES

Y/N is pregnant and Max is sweating

Related works: Mini Me Prodigy

When Y/N Verstappen found out she was pregnant with Fabian, Max was terrified. He was utterly, utterly terrified.

He played it well, cheering and happy smiles when Y/N showed him the pregnancy test. To everybody on the outside, he was the overjoyed father to be, talking about Y/N and their baby on the way any chance he got.

There were very few people who saw beneath the facade Max was putting on. The first was Christian Horner, who himself was like a father to Max. The next was Charles Leclerc, who was way too excited at rhe prospect of being an uncle that he forgot he wouldn't actually be related to the baby.

Both said the same thing: that Max should talk to Y/N about it.

But where was he to begin? How did he tell her, after seeing how happy she was, that he wasn't ready to have a baby.

When she started showing? Oh boy.

It was never something Y/N wanted to keep hidden. As soon as she had all the tests she had taken come back positive, she posted something to all of her social media's. Max did, too, playing his part well.

Y/N didn't wear baggy clothes to hide her bump; she showed it off with pride. At every single grand prix she'd be standing beside her husband, hand over her stomach and the press took pictures of them.

Most husbands, when their wife's baby bump began showing, would be over the moon. But when Y/N started showing, it just made Max more fearful.

Y/Ns very first proper indication of the was when they were discussing baby names.

Any moment she got, Y/N was writing down potential names. She had at least twenty of each.

"How do you like Felix?" Y/N asked him as they watched a movie together. Max had been sim racing all day; this was the first proper moment she'd had to spend with him. "Or Daniel?"

"Daniel can be the middle name if it's a boy," Max said as he fed her a Malteaser.

Y/N moved over to her list of girls names. "If it's a girl, I liked Mila. Thought Mila Verstappen had a really nice ring to it."

Max just hummed.

It was two weeks after that Y/N finally sat him down.

"What's going on with you?" She asked, her hand resting on her bump. That morning her snack of choice had been stroopwafels, and she'd accidentally finished the entire box (but who could blame her? They're addictive).

"What do you mean?" Asked Max as he lifted the box to see what he was inside. Nothing, empty. He made a mental note to buy more.

A terrible, horrible feeling settled in Y/Ns stomach. "Please, Maxie," she placed her hand over his, rubbing her thumb over his wrist. "Tell me what's going on. I'm begging you!"

Max let out a huff. He hated himself. "I love you," he said, which definitely wasn't concerning. "I love you so much and I know how excited you are to have our baby, but I don't know if I can do it."

Her heart was beating so loud she was sure Max could hear it. "Wha-what are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that I'm so fucking scared, Y/N. I'm terrified of being a dad. What if I raise our child like my dad raised me and the kid ends up like me? I'd never be able to forgive myself if that happened."

Oh. This wasn't a dire as Y/N thought it was. This was something she could deal with. "Come here," she said softly and tried to pull his chair closer. Max shuffled over. He let Y/N wrap her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Do you remember last summer, when we went on holiday with my sister and her kids? Do you remember how they loved you so much that they wouldn't leave you alone?"

They'd rented out a villa. Max and Y/N had just come back from their honeymoon when Y/N's sister had invited them away.

As soon as they had their things unpacked, the kids grabbed their uncle Max's hands and dragged him into the pool. "Let's race!" The oldest shouted. Max was more than happy to oblige. He raced them to the other side of the pool and back, letting them win, of course.

When Y/N and his sister started on lunch, Max was blowing up the inflatable pool toys and looking after the baby. He was a natural with all three of them. Y/N watched them out of the window as she buttered the bread and passed it to her sister. That was when she realised how wonderful of a father Max was going to be. That was when she realised she wanted to have his children.

By the end of the holiday, the children were obsessed with him. According to Y/N's sister they didn't stop talking about him until at least two weeks after the holiday.

Max nodded his head. At first he'd been secretly reluctant to entertain the kids. But he loved it, and he actually found it fun. Of course, it wouldn't be the same when it was his own child.

"You're going to be an amazing father, Max. You're so kind and caring and kids love you. Plus, you're aware of how shitty your dad was to you, you know what you have to differently," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I'll be there with you every step of the way," Y/N whispered and kissed the top of her head.

Max was still terrified, but he was trying not to be. But Y/N saw him change. He really did become that cheering and happy father he was pretending to be at the start.

Aside from Formula One, Max's life became getting Y/N whatever she and the baby were craving. Stroopwafels, mostly.

They discussed names more when Max became more comfortable. He was a big fan of Nora. Nora Sophie Verstappen. It had a very nice ring to it, Max thought. Little baby Nora.

They'd struggled to settle on a name for a boy. After Max had suggested his mothers name for the baby's middle name, Y/N was afraid Jos' name was going to be thrown into the mix. Not after all of Max's fears and anxiety. They'd decided Hugo, Hugo Verstappen was to be his name.

If it was up to Y/N, Jos wouldn't be in the child's life. But, of course, it wasn't just up to her. It was a decision she and Max had to make together.

When they found out they were having a little boy, Y/N and Max were over the moon. They decorated the nursery, painting the walls to be like a Formula One track. The bottom third was all grass, the middle was the track and the rest was blue skies with fluffy clouds.

The track went all the way around the room, with little race cars painted onto the track. There was a little Red Bull with a 33 on it, and a little Ferrari with a 16. It was a friend who painted it for them, going into intricate details for the cars and garages.

And then Y/N went into labour.

All of those fears Max had managed to get past came flooding back. His wife was about to give birth to his little boy.

Max wasn't much help through the delivery. Actually, through most of it he wasn't allowed in the delivery room, since he was panicking too much.

He wasn't a Hugo. That was what Y/N and Max decided the moment he was born. He was a Fabian. Fabian Hugo Verstappen. He was the most gorgeous little boy in the world. That was all Max could think as he stared at him, cradles in his wife's arms.

His son. His boy.

"Welcome to the world, Fabian Hugo Verstappen."

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[thestoryofusstan]

Look Into His Angel Eyes

pairing: harry styles x zoologist!youtuber!reader

summary: harry takes his niece to the san diego zoo, and you just so happen to take care of the animal she’s obsessed with. koalas.

warnings: zero knowledge of zoology LMAO, not edited, a few curse words

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harry had expected a lot more fuss when he went to a very famous, very popular zoo. he expected at least someone — one person! — to notice him or recognize him.

nobody had even given him a second glass.

those kids movies were right. change your har (put on a beanie) and wear sunglasses (because even if it was a little chilly, it was bright), and you were a whole different person!

well, until gemma’s little girl, rosie, who was usually a gem and the best kid ever, started crying. over what, you may ask?

she demanded they find the koalas.

granted, she was only five, but.. he was still worried people would see him and recognize him.

when he had graciously offered to drive rosie to san diego to go to the zoo because gemma simply didn’t have the time, he forgot it was a public, normal people zoo.

so, he asked someone where the koalas were (and then four more people after that on the way there, all of which informed him that he better hurry if he wanted to catch the koala talk, which was supposedly a big hit for some reason), and made his way to the other side of the zoo.

who the hell made this place so big?

—

you’d been living in san diego for five years, since you were eighteen. you’d been working with the koalas at the san diego zoo for that same amount of time.

18 and fresh out of high school, you moved far, far away from your horrible hometown and even more horrible people, and went to san diego to both go to college for zoology and work your dream job.

well, technically, it was an internship at first, but still!

like most little girls, you were obsessed with animals. however, instead of dogs or some other basic animal (though, koalas are still pretty basic, you suppose), you were obsessed with koalas. and then, it never went away.

your mother tried anything to talk you out of it, into a safer career path, she’d say. more secure.

well, fuck secure because you were about to go talk to little kids who were just like you when you were younger and feed a baby koala.

you had also started a successful side career as a youtuber. you made regular videos like vlogs and hauls and whatnot, and also educational videos about koalas. some of your vlogs were at work, such as today.

“so.. we have jess here to record as i do a koala talk. and.. it is officially 1:30, so let’s go!” you exclaim, handing your coworker, jess, the camera.

you pushed open the door (more like gate) and walked out. there was a fairly large crowd today, including the cutest little girl with a pink dress on right in the front row.

you set the crate (don’t yell, it’s a big crate. and it’s simply to take them from their exhibit to the talk area, which is a distance of maybe 50 feet) down on the wooden table.

the talk area was pretty much their enclosure, but instead of a glass wall, it was open and the kids could see better.

you opened the crate and slowly coaxed the bears out. you’d only brought two today. mila, and her baby charlotte (you always called her charlie, though).

once they were out and climbing on the branches, you turned to the crowd.

“hi, guys! my name is y/n, and i’m basically in charge of the koalas here! who here has been to one of my talks before?”

a few hands raise.

“good! well, today, we have a new guest… who remembers what was happening with mila last talk? was anyone there?”

one little boy raised his hand.

“yes, the.. little boy in a blue shirt?”

“jackson!” he told you.

“jackson, sorry. what was going on with mila? for everyone who doesn’t know, mila is that big one right there.”

“she was— she had a baby in her tummy.”

“she did!” you respond enthusiastically. “and a few months ago.. four months ago, actually, she had her baby! who wants to meet her?”

all the little kids screamed me! me! me!

you laughed, “alright, let me grab her.”

you walked over to mila, petting her head as you slowly took charlie away.

“hey, mila.. can i take her real quick?” you ask as if she can hear you, before speaking to the crowd. “mila and i have a special bond, if you ask me. she had her baby right around the time i had mine. so we are both new mothers,” you laugh. “but, anyway! i’ve been with mila since she got here, so she really trusts me. which is why i can easily just..”

you grabbed charlie off of mila, and put her on her shoulder like you did your baby.

“so, everyone, this is charlotte, but i call her charlie! now, i have a very special job for one of you.. but i need someone who will be very careful, because charlie is still a delicate baby.. can anyone hold her for me while i feed her?”

and finally, the adorable little girl interacted. she started jumping and raised her hand.

you walked over to the fence separating you from the crowd, crouching to be eye level with her. “and who might you be?”

“rosie!” she responded. and oh, she had a baby voice and she was british.

“rosie! well, do you think you can hold her for me?”

“yes! yes, please!”

“alright, we’ll get you and dad back here—“

“ehm.. uncle..” her uncle, not father, responded in a british accent.

“oh, sorry! you and your uncle back here. and what’s your name, rosie’s uncle?”

he hesitated, before— “harry.”

your brain slowly put two and two together as you glanced at his tattoos.

harry styles.

“oh, i see,” you respond, “well, let’s get you guys back here!”

you opened the gate they were thankfully standing right in front of, and they walked into the talking area before you shut the gate.

you led rosie to the center, crouching down to her again.

“alright, we’re gonna do this in a funny way. can you stick out your arm for me?”

she did.

“i’m gonna put charlie on your arm, alright? she’s gonna wrap herself around it, and her claws might scratch you, but it’s fine, yeah?”

“yes, ma’am!”

“aw, you’re so polite. alright.. charlie incoming!”

you slowly adjusted charlie to curl around rosie’s arm.

“it tickles!” she squeals with a laugh.

“yeah?” both you and harry — harry styles — respond at the same time.

“alright, i’m gonna grab her bottle! stay here!”

you ran over to grab it, and while you were shaking it so it was ready, you felt something wrap around your leg.

“hi, mila!” you exclaim to the koala wrapped around you.

you carefully walk back over.

“i’m gonna feed her for a minute, and then i’ll let you and your uncle try, yeah?”

“okay!”

you started feeding charlie as you spoke again.

“so, the reason we feed charlie instead of having her feed from her momma, who is clinging to my leg, is because charlie was born a little early and needs a little more nutrients!”

you talked a little more about koalas and their behavior before rosie wanted to feed her. and after a few minutes of that, you glanced to harry.

“you wanna give it a go?”

“sure, why not,” he shrugs.

“charlie seems pretty cozy.. so, i’ll give you mila. she’s a little heavy, though.”

you bent over and took mila off your leg, handing her over to harry.

“hold her like a baby on your hip.. it’s kinda like a.. odd hug! a koala hug, if you will. i’ll grab her bottle.”

you ran over, and when harry began feeding her after you returned, he asked a question.

“so.. why do y’feed mila? i know charlie’s a baby and all, but..”

“that’s a very good question! so, mila is getting a little old, and she was also brought to us injured. that, paired with giving birth four months ago, we just have to give her some more electrolytes… her bottle is actually just white gatorade. we tried green, but she hates it. she’s very picky.”

“well, that’s cause y’gave her green.”

“hey! who has the degree here? yeah, shush.”

“yes, ma’am,” he laughed.

—

once the talk was over, you told rosie and harry to stay back.

you let charlie and mila climb about the branches while you spoke to them.

“i just want to make sure you both are alright with being in a video.. also, you need to wash your hands.. jess should be back with the sanitizer soon.”

“can i ask what video?”

“oh! right, sorry. i’m a youtuber, and i sometimes film my talks to publish and whatnot. i’ll blur your faces, of course. i blur everyone in the crowd’s faces for privacy reasons, but i figured you’d be.. more.. concerned about that than most.”

“you know?”

“i mean.. voice is a giveaway.. i also follow gemma’s instagram, so i recognized rosie,” you shrug. “but anyways, you’re good with the video?”

“yeah, of course.”

you then turned to rosie to answer her bajillion questions about koalas until jess came back with the hand sanitizer.

“so, just use a lot of this, and you’ll be good,” you explain, putting a few pumps into each of their hands.

once they were all clean of koala germs, you told them they were free to go.

rosie ran forward, but harry lingered.

“thank you,”

“oh, yeah. of course. i figured you wouldn’t want koala germs—“

“no, i mean thanks for giving rosie that opportunity.”

“oh! of course. i love seeing little kids who love them as much as me.”

“she’s bloody obsessed with the things.”

“mm, yeah. they’re easy to love. word of advice, don’t shoot her love for them down. it doesn’t exactly work. i mean.. look at me,” you laugh.

“i will keep that in mind,” he smilez. “what was your name again?”

“y/n.. y/n l/n.”

—

a/n: enjoy

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[austinsgirl]

Rather Die | Chapter 6

word count: 2023

rating: pg13 for language

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Today is the first day of production for "The Last Time", the movie Victoria and Austin will be

As soon as she stepped into the building where some of the sets are, she spotted Austin & Eliana all over each other. Victoria rolled her eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she says quietly to Mila, who's at the craft service table.

"I know. I've only been here ten minutes and they can't keep their hands off each other." Mila responds. "I heard what happened at the party. I'm sorry. It's really shitty Eliana would do that to you."

"Thanks. I'm mad at him too, but I think her more so. Like, just the fact that she was actively going after him while having a boyfriend & knowing her best friend since elementary school was crushing hard on him, just makes so mad. She really just didn't seem to care about our friendship at all, coming to think of it."

"How so? If you don't mind me asking. Like there's more than just breaking the girl code?"

"Oh, yeah. The entire time I've known her, she's always put boyfriends first. All though most of our friendship was long distance, she'd constantly blow off our video chats to be with her boyfriend, she'd make her boyfriend tag along when we'd visit each other so I was always third wheel. I don't know how many times she forgot my birthday and I'd just shrug it off. Living together, she was always so inconsiderate. Having guys over super late, fucking til the sun came up, giving absolutely no care that her "best friend" is trying to sleep in the next room. She's just so selfish. And I really let myself put up with it. Also a huge spoiled brat. Gets everything she wants."

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. Do you still live with her?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. I've been staying at my friends house, who's actually her ex that she cheated on."

"Well, Im looking for a roommate if you want to live with me. I promise I won't be having sex at all hours of the night. If I ever do, I promise I'll keep it quiet."

Both girls giggled, "Honestly, that would be great. Anything to not live with Eliana & I'm sure Ashton wants his guest room back."

"Oh, of course! I need a roommate, you need a new place. It's perfect. We can go to work everyday together too."

"That is perfect."

Sarah, the producer that Victoria had met during her audition, comes in & gets everyone's attention.

"Welcome to the first day of production, everyone! Today we'll start getting everyone's measurements & fittings for your costumes & do a table read."

As Sarah goes on to talk about the process of the day, Eliana makes eye contact with Victoria, giving her a bitchy smirk, with the vibe of "Haha I'm dating Austin & you're not."

"And of course, congratulations to our stars, Austin Butler & newcomer, Victoria Williams!" Sarah says.

Hearing her name, Victoria broke eye contact with Eliana. She thanked everyone for clapping & cheering her on.

"With that, Victoria & Mila, you can head off to the costume department for your fittings. Everyone else can head to their trailers so we know where to find you when we're ready for you."

Vic & Mila start making their way to the costume department.

"Did you see that bitchy smirk Eliana gave me?" Victoria whispers into Mila's ear.

"Yeah. What the fuck was that?"

"To me it was a "Haha Im dating Austin & you're not" smirk."

"Ugh. Probably."

As they continue to walk, someone bumps into Victoria.

"Oops, my bad." Eliana says in a sarcastic tone.

Victoria straight out asks, "What the hell are you doing here, Eliana?"

"Oh, you know. Just here to show my love & support for my new boyfriend."

"Oh really? You never did that for Ashton."

"What do you mean? I always showed my love & support for him."

"I wouldn't call flirting with men at bars all time showing your love & support. You never went to any of his shows if they weren't in California."

"You know I couldn't leave Cali & go on tour with him. I have a modeling career here that I can't just up & leave."

"Oh like you did with our friendship? And you're just going to deny that you were flirting with other guys while with Ash? You know that's cheating, right?"

"No, I didn't just up & leave our friendship."

"No? Well, it sure feels like it. But are you sure you're here to show your support for Austin or are you just here to make me mad & jealous?"

"No, I'm legit here for Austin, not to make your bitch ass mad."

"Hey! Vic! We should get to the costume department. I'm sure they're looking for us." Mila says, grabbing Victoria's arm, leading her away from Eliana.

"Thanks. I was about to fight a bitch." Vic says.

"Exactly why I pulled you away."

"Oh, hey, Victoria. Hey Mila." Austin says, walking by, being civil.

"Hey." Vic says back very bluntly as they pass him. "Oh, the way I wanted to say something like "Tell your slut of a girlfriend to check herself"" she says to Mila once they've fully walked past Austin.

"Good job holding back."

"Thanks."

After their fittings, they went to grab a bite to eat before going to the table read. Of course Victoria was seated right next to Austin.

"Victoria." Austin greets her as she sits down.

"Austin."

"Heard you and Eliana got into it earlier."

"A little bit."

"Can you try to be like, civil, with her too? She's my girlfriend now, and she'll be around."

"Austin, she started-

Anna, the director, interrupts what you were about to say. "Before we start reading, let's go around & introduce ourselves. State your name, past work, anything about yourself. Let's start with our leading lady, Victoria!"

"Oh, okay, alright. Um, hi. I'm Victoria Williams, I'm 25 years old from New Zealand. I moved here when I was 23 to further my career in acting. I'm pretty well known back home, and I wanted to really make it big, so I came here. I guests starred on a few shows on Freeform & The CW. I'm excited to finally have my own lead role in a movie. I'm forever grateful for to Anna & the producers for this opportunity." Victoria says.

Anna hugs her from the side as she sits next to Vic. "I'm so glad to have you with us, Victoria. Austin, why don't you go next, then we'll keep going around that way."

"Hey, I'm Austin Butler. You might've recently seen me in Baz Luhrman's production of Elvis, as The King himself. Im from Anaheim, been acting since I was about 12. Uh, yeah. Not really sure what else to say. Im just excited to be here." Austin says.

Everyone continues to go around, introducing themselves. Austin sneakily pulls his phone out to text Victoria.

"What we're you saying about Eliana?" he texts her.

Victoria felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulls her phone out & looks over to Austin giving him a seriously? look. "She's the one who started our little fight." she responded.

"Oh really? How so?"

"She purposely bumped into me & went "Oops, my bad" all sarcastically. I wouldn't have said a damn word to her if she didn't bump into me like that."

"Eliana told me that you just flat out asked her why she's here without her even saying or doing anything, and saying she wasn't actually here to support me, just to make you jealous."

"Okay, yes, I did flat out ask her that, but like I said, I wouldn't have said anything to her if she hadn't made any kind of interaction with me. And yeah, I was saying that because she's not. She was never there for Ashton unless it was convenient for her. She's selfish & only cares about herself. This is purely for her enjoyment. And I won't put it past me if she cheats on you like she cheated on Ash who know how many times, even if it was just flirting."

"Whatever you say, Vic. Eliana seems to really like me & has been supportive."

"Supportive of your dick because that's all she wants."

"I doubt that."

"You'll find out eventually, trust me. Oh, and she called me a bitch. I didn't use any kind of name calling, just an FYI."

"I mean, she's not wrong though."

"You're lucky we're in front of people right now."

"Or what?"

They both get pulled out of their thoughts when Anna starts the reading of the script.

A couple hours flew by & it was a wrap for the day.

"Hey Vic, wanna go grab dinner?" Mila asks.

"Yeah, that'd be great!"

"Want to meet at Toki's Sushi?"

"Yes, I love that place."

"Sweet. Was Austin texting you during the intros?"

"Yeah." Victoria rolled her eyes.

"About what?"

"Before Anna started doing her little spiel, he mentioned the little fight Eliana & I had earlier, and was asking if I could get and be cilvil with her too. We got interrupted when I was about to tell him what happened. So, he texted me about it."

"What'd he say?"

"Well, I told him she started it. He said she said that I just asked her why she's here with no prompt, and I told him I wouldn't have said a word to her if she didn't say anything to me. I could care less about her. I also told him that she's not here to support him because he mentioned that I said that as well. Like yeah, she's fucking not. She just wants to fuck with me, she's only with you for your dick, & she's probably going to cheat on you too. He's just in denial & too caught in her trap."

"He'll find out her ways soon enough."

"Oh, definitely. It's only a matter of days until she's off with an excuse as to why she can't spend time with him so she can go flirt & have more hookups."

"You think she'll make up excuses to be out of state now that she has a boyfriend who lives in California?"

"Probably. Which honestly is fine with me if she does. The less I have to see of her the better."

Victoria & Mila walk out to their cars, and meet each other at the restaurant.

"There's no fucking way." Victoria says to Mila.

"What?"

"Austin & Eliana are here. I'm wondering if he overheard us talking and decided to come here. God, even now they're all over each other."

"For real. Get a damn room. Wanna go somewhere else?"

"Nah, it's fine. I'll just ignore them."

They walk past the horny couple on their way to their table, pretending that they don't even exist.

"I'll be so mad if I can't escape them." Vic says.

"At least if you're at home, youll be able too."

"I just don't want them following me around just to piss me off, ya know?"

"I get that."

Eliana walks by their table going to the bathroom, giving that bitchy smirk again.

"Can I please fight her?" Vic asks Mila.

"No, no, no. I know you may want too, but like you said, we're just gonna ignore them."

"You're right."

Eliana stops at the table on her way back, "What? Not gonna say hello?"

"Why would I?" Victoria asks.

"Well, Austin is your co-star after all."

"Yeah? So? Doesn't mean I have to acknowledge him or you every time I see you."

"Well, maybe you should incase there's paparazzi. "Austin Butler's new co-star completely ignores him while passing him in public. Is there drama on set?" I can see the headlines now."

"Whatever, dude. There's none right now. No one even really knows who I am. The movie hasn't even been announced to the public yet. I think Im okay this one time."

"Suit yourself." and with that, Eliana walks off.

"I truly don't know how Im going to get through this movie."

"I'll do my best to keep you sane." Mila says.

"Oh, what would I do without you?"

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Chapter 7

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[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.18--Episodes 16-17

I have watched through S2E17; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Kay, I love me some hurt/comfort as much as the next guy, but episode 16 was all hurt. No comfort at all. I rate my emotional agony as 1/10, would not recommend. (And it didn’t get much better in episode 17.)

—Mr. Gold actually apologized to his son. I’ve gotten so used to every character in all entertainment being “flawless” and thereby rude and uncompromising (and any other character accepting that for some reason) that I forgot people could be written who actually did apologize for doing something wrong.

—The name fading off the dagger as Mr. Gold was dying was horrible. Also, I should’ve known that candle would come back to haunt somebody.

—Oh, yes, a masquerade ball! I am feasting tonight!

—Also, Cora’s wedding dress was lovely. I would’ve liked it better if it was actually white, not ivory, but the decorations were stunning.

—It’s hilarious to me that the Charmings have absorbed Mr. Gold into the family *threateningly* Like, they probably wouldn’t invite him over for dinner, but they’ll haul him in for a favor.

—And it works the opposite way, too! Mr. Gold is all, “ew, get that kid away from me” until he can use that family connection to get a favor out of the Charmings.

—I really want to see a Thanksgiving dinner for this family. That’s gotta be the most dramatic meal ever held. Henry; his adopted mother (who wants to kill his grandma); his biological mother; his bio mom’s parents (who are the same age as his bio mom); his long-lost dad (who has issues with his own long-lost father); and his other grandpa (who just happens to be the most manipulative mind in the universe). Also, Snow is technically *also* Henry’s adopted stepsister, because her stepmom is Henry’s adopted mom. And that also makes Regina both Henry’s adopted mom and his step-great-grandmother. Sounds like a grand old time!

—It’s gonna be jolly awkward for Belle and Mr. Gold when she finds out that he’s not dead.

—But his little speech to her over the phone was beautiful. I particularly love that the first thing he said to her was not that he loved her, or that she loved him, but that she was a hero. That was what he thought was most important for her to know.

—It’s also fun (fun being a relative term) that Belle’s hospital gown is yellow.

—Right before I turned on episode 16, I remembered the original Rumplestiltskin story and freaked out. (I was actually at a library recently, and I found Grimm’s fairytales and read the Rumplestiltskin story for giggles. OUAT Rumplestiltskin is much better.) Anyway, it took me this long to remember that Cora was a miller’s daughter, and I should probably be worried about where her origin story would go.

—I was right. I should’ve been worried. Rump has just the worst taste in women—other than Belle. Mila was a loser and Cora was a jerk.

—As much as I hate Cora—which is a lot—I appreciate her last moments. She had her heart back, and she realized that if she’d had it the whole time, Regina would’ve been enough for her. That’s rather touching.

—But I’m still not upset that she’s dead.

—I’m not thrilled about how she died. I thought Snow killing her would bad enough, but she also manipulated Regina to make her give the final blow. That’s pretty terrible.

—Snow actually having been affected by killing someone is a good story element. I’m tired of heroes who kill the villain and then don’t show any remorse at all. Like, yeah, they’re bad, and the world is probably only safe if they’re dead, but the hero being emotionless about it says more about the hero than it does about the villain. I don’t think I could trust any person who wasn’t upset by having killed.

—It is now semi-plausible than Baelfire and Mr. Gold might eventually start to work on patching up their relationship. I’m down with that.

—Also, I noticed the description for the next episode (the one or two sentence one that appears next to it on Disney Plus) and I’m very happy. I’ve been waiting for some Pinocchio content for a while now. Maybe he’ll even get to see his father again.

—For a villain who plays it so close to the chest, Rump actually falls in love a lot. He gives away parts of his backstory a lot. And I think that’s good, compared especially to Cora. He’s a villain who still has a heart, which is a large part of why he is so compelling. His machinations would make him interesting, even if he didn’t have these heart-wrenching events spaced throughout his life that push him further and further into darkness, but it’s the fact that he has a heart to be wrenched that gives him life. It’s the reason I hope to see him redeemed at some point in the future. He is ultimately a good man who went down a very dark path, and those tiny glimpses into his inner workings keep it believable that he could be a good man again.

—Now that I’ve been a lil deep—I need to see more of Red. She appeared briefly in these episodes, but I’m pining for my pretty wolf girl. Also, I really, really, *really* want to see her in a red flannel again.

—I’m not looking forward to Snow falling into darkness. That is going to be thoroughly unpleasant for me.

—Regina is super creepy. Trying to arrest that dad so she could keep his kid was nuts.

—I almost forgot—I now know the connection between Cora and what’s-her-face. I’ve already forgotten her name. I can’t believe Snow’s mom used to be such a jerkwad.

Happy Bi Visibility Day! In my time zone, it’s kinda late, but it’s still the 23rd.   💖💜💙

*(Why the heck is there not a plain pink heart emoji?)

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[hyukmoon]

Class trip.

Synopsis | you're a teacher going along on a trip for a week with your class and a colleague you despised for a good amount of time now. Things turn around and you don't know what to think about him anymore.

Teacher!Xiaojun x Teacher!gn!Reader

warnings | kissing is the most rated things happening in this, all over awkwardness from you, terrible humor, pretty much just fluff and a there's only one bed situation

word count | 2.2k

things to note | this is the first thing I wrote here, so I'm open to constructive criticism, also [P/A] means prefered form of address bc you're a teacher and all that (not proofread yet)

Let’s preface this. You never really wanted to go onto this trip. You genuinely loved the children in your class, but to go onto this trip for an entire week seemed to be a compromise in the least. Neither were the other teachers your preferred ones nor was it your say where the class trip was going to take place. To be honest, you even found the colleague you were going with a bit annoying.

“It can’t be this bad, you might even enjoy it there. Our fellow colleague is pretty to look at and the worst that could be happening on that trip is that one of the children puts their finger into a pencil sharpener again.”, your friend Yasmin and also, teacher said. Your tired face was working, she shut up. Of course, your fellow colleague was incredibly handsome.

You would and could never argue against that, yet every time you heard their kind and expressive voice you felt like you were blinded by the sun. He just seemed to exude everything you lacked. It is not that you weren’t a good teacher, every time you were out of breath or already done with everything only half through the day, he almost smiled compassionately at you sometimes even winked for that matter.

Xiao dejun, who also went by Xiaojun was the topic of your discussion, a man that handsome you wouldn’t be able to make up in your dream and smart enough to make up for every “inconvenience” you faced with him.

Well, he was that smart to bring you coffee every morning into teachers lounge, share his chewing gum with you and sometimes write you notes if you seem stressed. “Jeez, what’s your problem in the first place? I’m kinda sure he is into you. Every time he looks at you, he literally has heart eyes and bringing you coffee every morning? Please.”, she rolled her eyes at you.

“I don’t think so, I just subbed some of his classes a few times. You know how nice he is.”, nervously you now shy away from looking into Yasmin’s eyes.

Xiaojun didn’t like you, you would feel terrible if he did. Tweaks of shame overcame you; this trip was not going to work out.

Fully packed and all over suspiciously you started counting again the fourth graders on the bus while also having a very good view of the chocolate brown hair of the teacher going along on the field trip. This time his hair didn’t fully cover his forehead, his glasses eyeing you as well. Suddenly his hands tapped on the seat next to him. Heat rose up to your cheeks gradually making it harder to move forward to sit next to Xiaojun. “Mila’s parents called me, she’s sick so don’t worry about her. Just sit down [Y/N], I brought some tea.”, he smiled while pointing at his thermos can. “Uh, sure. I have some cookies with me if you want.”, the last sentence closely sounding like a question as you quietly took the seat next to him.

Not only were you now stunned about the fact that there was a possibility for him to view you in a light like this in spite of you being so passive towards him in the past. Yet there is still the lingering feeling far, far up in your head that you were only imagining things and Xiaojun read everything wrong. “Are you feeling well? We can also sit farther in the front if you feel better there- “, he worriedly stroked your shoulder. “No, it’s completely fine. Just fine.”, you interrupted his ramble and put up your mouth into a cramped smile. His eyes returned that favor, crinkling up into a smile as well.

The bus drive didn’t take as long as you might have thought, your counterpart on the excursion was more than enough to keep you on your toes. Casual glances along a few accidental brushes over your hand kept you in your seat. Now counting again all the children in the lobby of the youth hostel you anxiously eyed Xiaojun again. The amount of children matched up, so your job was done for now, you were most likely only seeing them for dinner. The only thing to do for you now was to go up to your room and contemplate how to not have a physical reaction every time your favorite colleague called your name. Very obvious, you had of course no crush on him or anything like that. He was just blessed with beautifully shaped eyebrows and a voice that could make the worst words you knew sound like a ballade. You moved up from the hotel lobby with some of the grade schoolers to the elevator.

"[P/A] [L/N], do you think when I make Lasagna with my mum it’s the same as cake?”, Xia, a girl from Xiaojun’s music class asked while her classmates giggle about her question. A few loud no’s were to be heard with the occasional high pitched laughs from her friends. “That is a very good question I have never thought about before”, you stopped for a second, what exactly does it mean to be a cake? It is still baked in an oven with layers and contains the tomato sauce as frosting? “I am pretty sure it is. Even though I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow though, I am not a baking expert. I promise I’ll look it up for you, yes?”, you were pretty content with your answer. “Hmmm. Okay. They wanted me to ask.” Xia answered while pointing at the three boys in the back of the elevator which earned her some distraught faces from her classmates. The familiar sound of the elevator bell ringed. “Anyways, if you have as burning questions as these please come to me or …, we’re happy to help. Also, if you feel homesick or sick, I’m always in my room, just knock.” As soon as the last syllable was said stormed the children to their respective rooms and left you there looking at their body shaped dust cloud remembering the cartoons you watched at their age.

You walked down the long corridor towards the light brown lacquered door which showed in golden numerals written the 420. Your shoulders visibly sank down, finally you were able to take a nap. The door opened and closed maybe a millisecond later. Seeing a wide back heaving some shirts on to the rooms ear chair made you catch your breath. His glasses missing and his usually kempt hair was now chaotically drifting across his forehead into separate directions. More importantly though, he was most likely about to put on a fresh shirt, and you stood across the dark brown carpet in the door with a perplexed face.

“Sorry!”, you yelled and closed the door to just sink down with it in your back. Xiaojun packing out his suitcase along his pullover wasn’t what you were expecting to after talking about lasagna and wanting to fall asleep for at least good 30 minutes to then decide if it’s worth it to start to watch a movie. Yet you were barely discussing the fact that he was in your room. Neither did it make sense nor were you able to really comprehend the situation right now.

The door opened and you jumped up onto your feet. “[Y/N]? Why were you in my room?”, Xiaojun quiet voice slid through the gap of the door. “I swear there’s an explanation to this. I think they might have given me the wrong keys or something like that, I didn’t look at you or anything-”, he interrupted your nervous chatter to push the door open and face your confused state. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out together.”, the usual quirky smile you normally saw when he was trying to cheer up one of his students appeared on his face. Your breath stopped at the together while a comfortable warm feeling churned in your stomach.

“Then let’s go downstairs and work it out with the staff!”, he gifted you another wink which not only gave you the final confidence to grab onto his arm before heading again into the elevator but to for the first time give him a wink back.

“The school only booked one room for the teacher. I can’t really do that much about it, most rooms are already full and other guests will arrive tomorrow, so I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.”, the hotel worker returned to the computer in front of them. “What are we supposed to do now?”, you sighed and gazed at the visibly pondering man. “Honestly, no idea. There isn’t much we can do, so I guess we could talk about it in my room?”

The walk to his room had to be filled with an uncomfortable silence, neither you nor he were able to say something that made the current situation less painfully horrendous. Almost as if the newly gained confidence left your body, you didn’t even dare to make more than an unfunny joke about your nonexistent room or more like transferred room for another alone soul. His room was already coddled with the scent of freshly washed clothes along his close to quiet cologne. “So here we are.You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the ground.”

“This is so inappropriate, dear god.”, you started to sigh again caressing your temples. “Also, no, please take the bed, the school probably forgot to book another room because I said yes to this trip so late.” Even though Xiaojuns throat seemed to struggle a bit with his next proposition, it was still loud and clear what he said. “We can also share the bed... We’re two grown adults.” He laughed awkwardly; you were pretty much speechless.

“Yeah, of course. Two adults. Nothing to worry or think about.”, you tried to brush off any thought you could possibly have about your opposition. No thoughts about his warm breath in your neck while holding you loosely in his sleepy state to waking up to his beautifully messy bed hair in the morning.

“I’ll take a shower if you don’t mind, some of the children were kinda fussy today and I just need a few minutes.” You nodded and unpacked your suitcase, followed by changing into some comfortable shorts and large shirt.

The second you were done; you sank into the still cold sheets of the large bed. He didn’t make you wait for him very long, barely noticeable however his eyes rested on you when he entered the small apartment again.

Neither did it take too long to sit along with you on the bed. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with us doing this?”, his soft voice hit you unexpectedly. “I can also sleep on the floor, or we switch everyday to do it.” You shook your head simply and crawled up the bed to make yourself comfortable under the duvet. “I’m so tired, just don’t steal the blanket, okay?”, barely able to keep your eyes open you sank even more into the mattress.

You really thought it would be easy to sleep next to him, yet the thought of holding his face in your hands didn’t leave your mind. Even asleep he had a stunning presence around him. “[Y/N]? Do you like me?”, Xiaojun turned around to see your surprised expression. “Of course, I do. I just thought that because you were so good at everything, you did all of these things just to spite me.”, you quietly confessed. “[Y/N], I wanted you to like me. You’re a wonderful teacher and I really admire you. You’re so funny with the other colleagues and generally so, so gorgeous.” Xiaojuns eyes lingered on your lips. They stayed there.

“Can I kiss you?” You nodded. His lips brushed softly across your bottom one. You took the opportunity to gain closeness to his warm side before shifting your hands onto his back. Slowly you began to pepper small kisses along his jawline resulting in a small whine from his side. His hands started to wander across your waist to rest on your lower back and pull you in even closer.

Not a lot longer after he started to skim your neck with his teeth. You rested your head now in his freshly scented neck. Again, his lips on yours moving over to just behind your earlobe, nipping on it and breathing into your ear: “Do you want me to continue?” Still resting his soft lips on your ear goosebumps rose up your spine. Waiting for another hint of pressed lips against your skin your arms lethargically crawled up and grazed his cheeks.

“Ah right, the children.”, your voice hitched he was still so close to you. “We could discuss this maybe on a date?”, he looked almost hopeful when his dark and strangely staring eyes met yours in the dim lit room.

“Us kissing and almost doing the deed? Sure. I’m much better at physical presentations though.” You pressed a delicate kiss against his lips. “Since when so provocative?”

“You bring it out in me.” “I’m glad it’s me and no one else then.”, he smiled into the kiss he gave you now. Not long from this you actually found the peace and quiet to fall asleep in his embrace.

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[ohifonlyx33]

okay what's up my malina stans

more naming headcanons (+kid headcanons??) because i know if the love of my life and i were both in need of new names, i would really, really over think it (+I just love coming up with kids names).

When they realize they have to change their names, Misha at first tries to come up with their names. And as sweet as it is, they don't actually use them because who in their right mind would let a little kid pick out their names?

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Alina hasn't got a clue what name to pick. None of the names she thinks of feels like it suits her. Svetlana? Melania? Ingrid? She was given the name Alina by her parents and she hates to part with it.

So she keeps asking Mal for his opinion, but he's not very helpful because he's just like "Well, what if I just call you my dearest and my love and sweetheart for the rest of your life?" and she's like "MAL THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE WHO MIGHT NEED TO ADDRESS ME, YA KNOW?" (which he doesn't quite believe).

But it's her name, and Mal just wants to let her her to pick it so that it's hers. But she keeps asking him anyway because she wants his opinion. And maybe a part of her wants him to help name her because then the name will feel more special. Not just that she picked a random name, but that it was given to her and belongs to her. Belonging is important to Alina.

So she casually suggests a bunch of names just to test them and she lets Mal scrunch his nose at a few because she's not really a Tanya or an Oksana to him--but he insists, whatever she picks is fine by him as he will still be calling her "beloved."

Anyway, she hears the name Karine (Care-een) while they are travelling to wherever at the end of R&R. And she quite likes it, but she's not 100% sure. But Mal thinks it's a pretty name and it suits her. Except they both agree it's prettier with an A at the end, and close enough to honor her given name. So she becomes Karina.

The name and variants of it have several possible meanings including "sweet", "dear one/beloved friend", and "pure/without shame" ...All of which applies to her wonderfully.

But to Mal, she is still "my heart" and "cherished"

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Mal does actually intend to use the name Misha chose because he's a big softie. And because "hey Dmitri isn't such a bad name, really. It kinda suits me."

But the first time Alina has to call him by his new name in front of someone, she starts to call him Mal and stops at "Ma-" and that's when she calls him Maks. As soon as they're alone, he teases her about it.

"MAKS?!" "I panicked. What was I supposed to do? pretend I forgot your name is supposed to be Dmitri? How obvious did you want me to be?" "How about saying 'this is m...y husband, Dmitri?" "Husband?" "Well, not yet, obviously." (she grins) "...but we are travelling together and trying not to draw attention." "I could call you my brother." "Don't you dare. We might gets stares if you start saying that and then I do this." (he bends to kiss her, she concedes the point) "The point is you didn't have to come up with Maks." "Just think of it as like.... MAXimum. The most. That's you. You're superlative. The best of the best." "Superlative? Yeah? I kinda like that. Maybe I'll keep it." (He did.)

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For their wedding vows, they realize they need to pick out middle names and a last name.

They play around with anagrams of their last names, trying to come up with something vaguely related to a meadow). They can't quite settle on something like Orzekov or Orzemov (zem coming from zemlya meaning land, referring to the meadow? idk) or Olenski (Olen meaning deer). Or maybe something like Kuyanova in honor of Ana Kuya. Then Mal asks her if he could give her the middle name Mila, meaning "gracious and dear", and she agrees. Her full name literally means "sweet/unashamed/beloved friend, gracious and dear." which is exactly what he wants her to know he sees in her. And he knows the name change is a bit hard on Alina (she already had one identity crisis learning to be a Grisha, so she likes familiarity with herself) so he absolutely lavishes the full name on her, making it become precious. Karina Mila is now like a pet name. Beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart, Karina Mila.

Alina then returns the favor and gives him the middle name Klemont, because it means "merciful and gentle." Making his full name Maks Klemont, "the greatest of men, merciful and gentle." The meaning is dear to her too... but she would still prefer to call him Mal. Because to her, the simple name Mal is the most comforting, heartwarming word on earth. The beauty is in the simplicity of recognizing her best friend as he is and all the meaning encompassed in one simple name.

Because it's so important that the new names stick without any slip-ups, they make a strict rule to only use their new names, even in their own home. And over time, Maks and Karina Mila become natural and familiar names to them.

But every now and then when they are the very most alone, in their most intimate moments, he lets himself whisper "Alina" so that she never forgets he sees her and knows her better than anyone else. And every so often she whispers back "Mal" to remember where they come from and how long she has loved him.

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BONUS! Kids head canon!

They adopt Misha of course, but they also have twins!

Anatoli Viktor ("sunrise, victory") is the oldest. He sometimes goes by "Tol" and he likes to read and learn how to build things with his hands. He's not rude, and in fact his heart is quite kind, but he is not much of a talker. He loves to read scientific theory and then put it to practice. He is a bit too neat and tidy to love hunting trips with Mal, but he appreciates the knowledge. No one knows it, but part of Mal's heritage passed on to him. Not the tracking powers nor second life, but the latent ability to amplify a Grisha's power.

his twin sister is Anastacia Dora ("new life, gift"). She goes by Stacia most of the time. She's very friendly and outgoing like Mal in the first books, full of life. She loves to explore and enjoys going on hunting trips with her dad. But she loves playing with and helping the kids at the orphanage too. She has such a big heart. She actually wants to be the headmistress at the school someday, or at least a teacher. She's a born leader, charismatic and passionate and loving.

the youngest is Evania Vera ("peaceful faith"). Or simply Vania. She is the fairychild. She loves drawing and writing songs, singing out in the meadow while she is collecting herbs and flowers all alone. She's the sweetest creature the world has ever seen. She can't bear to go on hunting trips with her father, although she loves to go on walks in the woods with him. And she is a Grisha healer, although she is given the option not to go to the Little Palace, and she chooses not to until she is older and wants to train so she can save lives.

if anyone is interested......... I can do potential kid pics. :) :) :)

No, I'm not even obsessed with this. Not at all. This is perfectly normal :) :) :)

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[calpops]

the gift | c.h.

Calum surprises you and your daughter with a sentimental gift for her first Christmas.

1k words

Day 2 of 12 dates with calmas | dates with cal masterlist

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Calum finds you in the nursery, Mila in your arms as you sit in the rocking chair, whispering sweet and soothing words to get her to sleep. Calum smiles at the sight, used to the nighttime routine, knowing the crib beside you will be empty as the bassinet by your bed is still the preference for Mila’s sleeping arrangements. He’s pretty sure if it were feasible she would sleep in one of your arms and nowhere else. He lingers by the doorframe, content to marvel at the two loves of his life under moonlight. Mila yawns and it prompts you to as well, a slight chuckle falling from Calum and breaking his silent observation. Your eyes find him and a grin greets him but you don’t stand, just continue to rock Mila and give him an inviting nod to join. He keeps one arm behind his back, a small gift bag in hand, as he approaches and settles on one knee to be level with the two of you.

“How was your day?” you ask as you lightly rub Mila’s back and give her a kiss on the head, the little affections coming often and easily. “Did you get any writing done?”

“Good. I did,” Calum answers, keeping it short and simple. He went to Ashton’s to write—the next album still up in the air as Calum finds himself undecided on how a tour will work; there’s no way he’ll leave either you or Mila behind. But the band and tour aren’t what ate up most of his time away. The gift bag behind his back crinkles as he shifts and it catches your attention as he knew it would.

“What’s that?” you ask with a shy grin and eyes wandering, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s concealed behind his back. “Another present?”

“We forgot to get something when we went decoration shopping,” he explains with a knowing smirk. He watches your eyes go wide in shock; the full cart leaving little room for missing anything. He brings the gift bag from behind his back and presents it to you, smiling and anxious to see your reaction.

Your hold on Mila shifts so she rests in one arm and your free hand can reach into the gold and glittery gift bag stuffed with white tissue paper. You search, reaching farther and farther down in an attempt to retrieve what’s missing. In a moment your fingers feel something cool and smooth. Baffled, you grab it and bring it out of the mass of wrappings. Mila is still and content in your one armed hold and Calum waits with an anxious and timid smile as you pull the missing piece out. Immediately your eyes go wide and your mouth parts, a soft and sighed out oh leaving you at the sight of the gift in your hands.

“Her first Christmas ornament,” you whisper in awe and twirl the decoration from the ribbon between thumb and index finger.

The ornament is flat, white with a shine under the glare of the moon. A small koala much in the likeness of the stuffed one in her crib is hand painted on the front. Mila Ashe’s First Christmas loops in an elegant cursive around the ornament along with the year. Every little detail is perfect and striking. It’s exactly what Mila deserves and what was missing from the cart the day decorations were bought.

“Do you like it?” Calum asks after a moment of silent awe, he knows you do, can tell by the gleam in your eyes and your wavering lip fighting back happy cries. But he wants to hear you say it, wants to be reassured his present is well received.

“It’s perfect,” you finally say in a breathy whisper. “I didn’t even think of this for her,” you add on in an appreciative nod to Calum and his thoughtfulness. Mila has fallen asleep in your arms by the time Calum stands from his crouched position and offers you a hand to help you and your daughter up after placing the ornament back in the gift bag.

“I have one more surprise for you,” Calum confesses as he walks with you and Mila to your room and reaches out for her, missing having her in his arms during his time away. You arch an eyebrow as you gently hand her to him with one last kiss to her cheek in parting.

“Yeah?” you question with a lilt in your voice, completely unaware of all the night is bringing.

Calum nods and motions towards the nightstand where another gift bag sits. You slowly turn toward it after watching Mila settle into his arms and Calum greet her with kisses and whispered words so as not to wake her but to tell her missed her and loves her. You head for the other gift bag, it’s the same size as the first but in place of gold and glitter it’s silver and sparkles. You reach into gray tissue paper and have a familiar feel on your fingers in an instant. Another ornament is pulled from the bag and it melts your heart and warms your cheeks instantly.

It matches the one for Mila but instead of one koala there’s three. Instead of her name it says Our first Christmas as parents and Calum’s promise that you’ll have the best Christmas ever is already seemingly coming true. You clutch the ornament in your hand and tell him they’re both going front and center on the tree.

You move to your husband, settle into the side Mila isn’t on and wrap your arms around him slowly, letting out small thank yous as you do so. You can tell Calum is smiling though you can’t see his face, you can feel his happiness and pride and excitement for making this Christmas season the best one yet. You tell him as much, thank him for everything, and remind him that just being with him and Mila makes everything perfect.

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[haliyam]

interim (ii)

zeke x reader/oc

summary: You return to Liberio not long after the Warriors arrive home from their failed mission in Paradis and discover that things have changed. (Or they will, and maybe a little more with Zeke than you expect.) [Season 4 and manga spoilers ahead]

AO3 link | Ch 1 | Ch 3

Hi again! I forgot to note in the first chapter that Reader here is 19 years old, while Zeke is 25. (Clearly, before the developments of this story, there was nothing but friendship there.) For the other Warriors, I put Pieck at 19 as well, while Porco is Reiner's age (around 17/18 that year). Marcel would have been the same age as Pieck and Reader in my headcanon. If you're not comfortable with the age difference, I understand.

Also, about university here so you don't get confused this chapter - I lifted the medical school system for Marley from Germany's current system where after a competitive state exam post-high school, students are able to head straight for medical school for a 6-year track followed by specialization.

Reminder that the Reader/OC, default name Lucy, is a cis-female Eldian character with a set background, but please feel free to set the substitution for the Reader to your chosen First Name using the InteractiveFics browser extension if you’re reading through the browser! So that would be: Lucy = Your or your character's First Name. Because reader will have a set background, you'll have a set surname as well.

Chapter 2

You don’t even get a moment to breathe. General List launches into a speech about the nerve of other so-called nations almost as soon as you sit down. Apparently, those in the Mid East peninsula have grown considerably bold over the last few months, with several navy ships withdrawing from the port of Ichakar and transferring, presumably, to Qali - which gives them a better angle from which to attack the mainland if they so wish it. They’ve also fortified their borders—ground troops distributed across the land close to Marley’s newly acquired cities—which is of course the sovereign right of those nations, but it’s blasphemy to the regime’s unending ambition.

You wish they had given you a brief with all this information before the meeting, the kind you have seen Willy and father poring over in their office in the past, but you get the feeling that the general is unloading information on you with the intent to overwhelm. 

“On the diplomatic front,” he continues with a hint of mockery, because of course he thinks of such things as futile, “they have been making demands. Asking that we keep to our waters when it is they who have encroached upon ours! The audacity—the delineation clearly states—” He continues to ramble until he is red in the face, but your neutral expression must slip into a wide-eyed look at some point, because he regains his composure with a visible wrinkle of his nose. “This arrogance can only mean one thing.”

He stares at you, and you realize he is expecting you to answer. You feel all eyes at the table on you, the Commander’s especially, and clear your throat. “...Weapons research, Sir?”

“Weapons development, Miss Tybur,” he corrects you. “Advanced and more prolific than we may have considered.”

He pauses, and you can’t help but speak. You can tell Magath knows it because he sits up straighter somehow, and in a moment of rebellion, you refuse to recognize the caution in his posture. “With all due respect, Sir, the… armaments race among the other nations is no secret, and on Eldian labor, no less.”

A fist slamming on the desk causes everyone around it to jump in their seats. “It’s what Eldians deserve!” the general next to List says, so naturally that he might have been born saying it. You blink, the heat of embarrassment and indignation crawling up your neck, but it’s only with List’s raised hand that the man remembers that the white band on your left arm is only for show. He glances away. “Present company excluded, of course.”

With the exception of his hand, List continues as though neither of you ever interrupted him. “And now, to the point. We need further information on the status of this little race. That is where you come in, Miss Tybur. You will use your family’s connections to enter the peninsula with our people - the peninsula and beyond, as the exact lay of their operations lies beyond our ken - and retrieve this information.”

It’s one thing to predict a general’s words and another to be confronted with them. You suppose you were still hoping he wouldn’t say it. “General List, are you saying you want a Tybur to be a spy?”

List glances over at Magath. “They were trained for interrogation, weren’t they?” Your old instructor is barely able to nod before the general recalls to you, “Ah, yes, I read the file. You withstood all but the final test. A failure then, but rather more a fluke, in my opinion. An irreplicable circumstance.”

You don’t say anything. You would rather not remember that night. Or that particular moment.

He takes your silence for agreement. “And so I answer, why not? You became a Warrior candidate - unprecedented initiative and involvement by the Tybur family. Why should this be any different?”

“Because—” Because becoming a Warrior isn’t a choice a child makes of their own free will, not really, but a Tybur doesn’t question the decisions of the former head of the family, of father, before all these strangers. No matter that they were loyal to him. You purse your lips. “Sir, I just don’t believe I’m the right person for this.”

“Your file did say you were always hasty, Miss Tybur,” List says, and you both glance at Magath at that. He doesn’t nod, only meets your gazes. He seems as trapped in this as you are, which makes your resentment for him ebb only slightly. “But you should know better now.”

Now you’re getting irritated. The temper that was your closest companion in your early childhood, and then your early adolescence seizes your fist under the table as List continues. “How goes Foundation operations?”

The Tybur Family Foundation. Set up by Walter Tybur when he first became head of the family and operated by the eponymous Tyburs - most often chaired by the spouse of whoever leads it. Your mother first, once, when she cared to, and now Mila. It provides healthcare and educational opportunities for ‘peoples once oppressed by the Eldian Empire,’ as part of continuing reparations for sins the Tybur family did not commit. Or so they say. Many of its employees now are Eldian, part of Willy’s initiative to improve Eldian relations… but in reality it does little when the Foundation is only a grantmaking organization.

“Well enough, Sir.”

“Is that so? From what I hear, the Foundation is unable to set up even offices in several countries in spite of the family’s stellar international relations.”

“And,” you add carefully, “if they ever catch wind of my close involvement with the regime even after all this time, that will not improve.”

“Clearly, Miss Tybur.” His level gaze shifts to patronizing in all the ways you hate. “But say you become more independent. Distance yourself from the military that leads our fine motherland… Say,” he smiles, “that you make overtures of dissatisfaction with Marley’s cruel expansionist policies and express the utmost sympathy for other nations. Perhaps then they will permit you to expand your operations within their borders.”

Your jaw almost drops at the very suggestion. You’ve always thought, since Willy became Lord Tybur, that only the Tyburs have the power to change the direction of Marley. For obvious reasons, not so obvious to the rest of the world, but also for the heritage you represent. If the Tybur family can be good Eldians, why can they not be only one of many good Eldians? Why not introduce the concept that any Eldian can be good, as any other race of people? 

“You…” You rein in your reaction even as your imagination sets off in the direction List has set it—and far more. Especially the part where the Tybur family spreads the good name of Eldians throughout the world. No more ‘special’ treatment, no more interment zones…

No more Warriors.

Maybe. If Marley gets what it wants. 

You would allow that? was your question. But the answer, you understand suddenly, is that they would allow perhaps the chance of it, in exchange for Marley’s continued expansion using Eldian bodies on the front lines. A slim chance of sparing Eldian lives for the certainty of losing them. You feel lightheaded just considering it. You want to help, but you are the last person who should hold so many lives in her hands.

Your eyes refocus on General List. A pleased smile brims beneath his well-trimmed beard, like he’s already read your mind. But he can’t know—you’ve shared your thoughts with no one but Willy and Lara, who have been as dismissive as they have been receptive. In other words, as though you’re still the child father sent away thirteen years ago they expect will eventually forget all her questions.

“Does Lord Tybur know about this, Sir?” You eye the intelligence officer not far from List. 

List clears his throat. “Not as yet. Lord Tybur might be more receptive to such a scheme were his sister to present it to him herself. We are aware that Lady Tybur chairs the Foundation. Her movements are conservative, but she may agree to a more generous, active Foundation on your word.”

Scheme. That’s what it is, but that isn’t what really catches your attention. Willy and Mila, listening to you? You want to burst into laughter, tell them that they have severely misunderstood the dynamics of the Tybur family. But that intelligence officer is here, which makes you think List is lying.

“Why not ask Lady Tybur to head the operation?”

“Lord Tybur would never allow us to risk his wife,” List laughs. The implication of his words is hardly lost on you, but the general tempers his mockery with a compliment. “And we believe a new, younger face for the Foundation - perhaps one our enemies believe to be foolishly idealistic - will better suit it.”

Foolishly idealistic. Like the sort of person who would agree to this plan. Your face doesn’t fall, but your eyes do - toward the table, the way the fingers of each general drum against the wood. Magath’s hands clasp each other, firm as ever. When you look up to List again, you frown. 

“Sir, you know that I’ve returned to Liberio to enter the university’s medical program.”

“Yes, yes, we were quite impressed when we learned of your state exam results, Miss Tybur,” List waves, impatient. He’s been relaxed back against his chair, but now that his certainty is dwindling, he leans forward on the table. “But think. Look at the bigger picture. As a physician you may help a man in need one after the other - years and  years down the line. Six years at the shortest, and if you mean to be a specialist, how much longer? But with the Foundation’s resources, and with our backing at that, you will aid hundreds, thousands - and the motherland most importantly. Within the year. Half, if we move quickly.”

You bite your lip. You want it and you don’t. The Tyburs must do something, or else we are nothing were your exact words to Willy before. But the idea of retaking your name when you have only just arrived here nauseates you, and assisting the expansion, the destruction, under the guise of aid more so. 

“I… would like time to give this some thought, Sir.”

A sigh seems to echo around the room, but it’s only all the men with you and their exasperation. Only Magath is expressionless as List visibly bites his tongue. He gives the commander a glare for good measure, as though it’s his fault you did not agree at once. “Very well,” he says. “But know that prolonging this will only bring harm to the motherland.”

You only nod. Much as you would like to have it, you have no intention of getting the last word here. You avert your gaze from the Commander when you permit the men to leave the room ahead of you.

It seems like the start of a rather miserable day - you’re practically scheduled to overthink all this some time this week, if not this afternoon - when, once the steady march of power has cleared from the hallway, Pieck meets you as you step out of the conference room.

“Boo.”

Your hand flies over your chest, but it’s a chuckle that comes out of you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“So I’ve been told.” She peeks into the room behind you right as you close the doors. “The brass did not look pleased.”

You wince. “I gave them no reason to be. I hate to get the Commander in trouble, but...” You trail off. You both know you can’t say much more.

It’s Pieck’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“...Sorry.”

“That’s all right,” she shrugs. “I came here for lunch, not information.”

You doubt she knows the extent of the Tyburs’ relationship with the regime, but you can always trust Pieck to know not to pry. “You know, I remember now why you’re my favorite Warrior.”

“Oh?” Pieck grins. “Not the Boy Wonder?”

“Boy Wonder,” you repeat, the way the two of you always have when that name comes up - with a snicker and definitely with no one else around. You’ll never understand how the brass can say it with such straight faces. “So how about that meal?”

She pinches at the skin of your elbow through your sleeve. “Changing the subject doesn’t work on me, you know.”

You sigh. “Can we please eat first? I’m miserable enough without an empty stomach.”

“I guess some things don’t change.”

“Hey!” You half-scoff, half-laugh. With a wink, Pieck slips her arm around yours, and you start down the hallway in companionable silence. 

Or you would, if you didn’t know that you owe her a little more than that. Reaching over to rest your free hand over the arm linked with yours, you look at her. “I’m sorry, Pieck. I really am.”

Pieck waits a moment, and then meets your gaze. She searches yours for the lie, but she already knows it won’t be there. You always were too candid for your own good. With a squeeze at your hand, she nods. “I know. Tell me all about it after that meal. Your treat, right?”

You blink, and then laugh with shaking relief. “Of course.”

--

You and Pieck fall back into the easy rapport you’ve shared since you became friends more than a decade ago. Contrary to her words, she doesn’t press you for answers as you decide on where to eat in the zone. For old times’ sake, you agree on the sandwich place two blocks from the Yeagers’, and you end up sharing a meal in your bedroom. 

Sitting on your bed together, legs dangling over one edge as you nip at your food, you finally work up the courage to speak through your guilt and explain yourself and the past five years—or most of it. And of course Pieck is understanding, which makes you feel even more pathetic. True to form, she picks that up as well and gracefully changes the subject.

You’re the one who brings it back to what still hangs in the air over you when you’ve finished eating. Nothing personal—but though Marcel was the only one with whom you were ever close friends with, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie were your teammates too. You’d suffered your superiors together during training, and you’d been there for each of their first transformations. For all the experiments too; even their first assault mission. 

“What happened?”

Propped up on one elbow, Pieck is lying on her side, legs tucked under her skirt as you set aside your trash. She accepts the glass you hand her from the table, eyes distant. “Zeke hasn’t told you?”

“Zeke won’t look at me unless he absolutely has to. You know how he is.”

Pieck groans. She knows. “He was so irritating after you stopped writing.”

You click your teeth in a wince. “Really?” 

“Imagine, Lucy—after you all left, I was stuck with him and Porco. The abandonment issues didn’t just double, they were exponential. Multiply that with the ego and the sarcasm? The Commander was my favorite person those days.”

You laugh in spite of yourself. “I am so sorry, Pieck.”

“You should be,” she grumbles, but the remark is softened with a grin. When you grimace, she braces herself with a deep breath.

She tells you everything, or most of it: that the people of Paradis were shocked to find others alive outside of the walls, what Reiner and Bertholdt and Annie went through the past so many years, how the latter were captured—and exactly what happened to Marcel. She saves that one for last, and though you are infinitely more curious about the world behind the coward king’s walls, you reach for her hand again.

“I’m sorry, Pieck.”

She shakes her head. “You don’t have to make apologies all day, you know.”

“Don’t I?” you grin, embarrassed, teeth gritted even when your feigned mirth starts to droop. The dreamy way she speaks throws others off, but you know Pieck. She’s always been the most pragmatic of the Warriors and so she must feel silly, thinking about what could have been, had Marcel returned. Would a childhood crush have become something more between them if things were different? He had promised his family, and her specifically, that he would come home after saving the world. The thought, the regret for a chance not even yours gone, has a weight settling in your throat too.

You clear it and huff. “Well, it’s a great loss. I think everyone was a little in love with Marcel.”

Pieck glances at you.

“...Except Annie,” you add.

The sudden exemption makes Pieck choke with laughter, with tears not far behind. “Except Annie. Of course.”

You giggle, and both of you pretend not to see each other wiping your own eyes. “You know. Annie was always the toughest among us.” You pause. “Is. She is.” When Pieck’s laughter gives way to somber agreement, you ask, “What about Reiner? What has he said? I know what he’s said, but… two weeks of  debriefing… it sounds like a little much.”

“He was there for years,” Pieck shakes her head. “He grew up there, Lucy. He’s… completely different now. Kind of like you.” 

“I think that’s giving me a little too much credit.” You haven’t done anything remotely in the way of serving the motherland; not that you begrudge the others that the way you once did. “All I’ve done is see things and get upset. Until I can get my degree, and then until I can get the War Hammer, there’s nothing I can do.”

That’s a lie. There is apparently the Foundation—but the idea of directly assisting the regime in its efforts is something you cannot consider as you are.

“If you do become a doctor, will they let you have the War Hammer?”

You bite your lip. If only for Lara, you’re still bitter about that. “What was it all for otherwise? Though… I guess if I had inherited it then, there’s no way I’d ever be able to come back and see you all except under specific circumstances. Much less be permitted to study.”

Pieck only sighs, reaching for your hand. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t. And when I think about it… a part of me is glad Marcel didn’t have to see all of what Marley has done. What we had to do in Paradis—and I only saw a speck.”

You know what the others did, but Zeke and Pieck’s involvement apart from retrieving your old comrades is still vague. 

You squeeze her hand reassuringly, but you can’t help it. “What did you have to do?”

 “What we’ve always had to,” she answers with a faint smile. Your friends always had tells when they would rather not say more, and this is unmistakably hers. Given your earlier explanation, you understand why. She intertwines your fingers with gratitude at your silence. 

“So,” you start after a while, “how about some dessert before I walk you back to HQ?”

“Sure. I might as well treat myself a little before we have to head out to the mountains again.” At your questioning gaze, she says, “Training with the Panzer Unit. That’s what all the paperwork was for.”

“Gross.”

She chuckles. “That’s exactly what Zeke says.”

Your face falls at the mention of him. Relieved as you are with your progress with Pieck, Zeke is an entirely different ball game. You hate that that’s the phrase you even thought of.

“You know what?” Pieck sits up smacks her hands on her lap. “I’ll treat you, too.”

You perk up. “Really?”

“For a price.”

“...What’s that?”

“Talk to Zeke already. If I come back after a month to your gloomy faces still, I’m going to go crazy.”

“It’s only been a day,” you mutter. “And I’ve tried to apologize to him.”

Pieck gives you a knowing look. 

“I did,” you insist helplessly, but you both know that’s probably a lie. In Pieck’s case. You know it is absolutely false: when Zeke came upstairs after dish duty, quietly closing the door to his room, you stepped out of yours and stood outside in the hallway, your hand raised to knock on his door. You just couldn’t do it. You can take Porco’s jabs any day, but last night, the thought of Zeke and his silence, or worse, his caustic cheer, sent you scurrying back to your room.

You sigh. “Fine.”

Amused, Pieck gets to her feet for the opportunity to loom akimbo over you. “Good. And if you start to lose heart, try to remember that six-year old who used to glare at Magath like she had nothing to lose. That girl had guts.”

“You mean the half-dead one who wasn’t allowed dinner and got a Warrior class’s worth of cleanup duty alone, whom you specifically told to get over herself if she didn’t want to actually die a few months into training?”

“Exactly. What is Zeke going to do? Tell you to go to your room without dinner?”

Maybe. You sigh. “Sometimes I don’t like it when you’re right.”

Pieck grins. “And when Zeke gets over himself—maybe he’ll tell you about his brother.”

Your shock would be better illustrated in this moment were you sipping a drink you could spit in her face. “His what?”

“Shh. I don’t think he’s told the Yeagers. I think… he only told Magath because I was there when he discovered it. Still,” she says when your eyes remain wide and expectant, “it’s not my place to say. So talk to him.”

--

Medicine is one of the few fields for which Eldians are permitted to pursue higher education. It’s only logical—there are only a few non-Eldians who care to treat pig-blooded devils, and the efforts of those who do are wasted on said filth. And so the regime allows the admission of more Eldians than often permitted under quotas for other majors, even if the number does remain small regardless.

After parting ways with Pieck, you find yourself standing in line in some administrative building in the University of Liberio in the midday heat of summer. The line stretches outside because this is the queue for Eldian students wishing to confirm their intention to enroll over a month from now. That’s all—you need only submit a form and pay a fee, and the line for non-Eldians students has long finished—but of course the line has barely moved for your kind.

You’re clutching your envelope and your permit to your chest, which you quickly realize is a terrible idea. Sweat is starting to trickle down the nape of your neck, and you start to fan yourself with the envelope. Talking to the other applicants in line is prohibited - you must be spaced far from one another so as not to make noise and distract students who actually deserve to be here.

It’s ridiculous. You can’t even leave the line because saving spots is prohibited. Something about being fair.

The frustration crawls up your neck in the form of prickling heat, and you feel a headache coming. You fan yourself more vigorously, trying to calm down. It takes a minute, but the background buzz eventually starts to soothe you, and you begin to accept that you can simply return to the Yeagers’ and change as soon as this is over. The glares your line receives from passing students and the guards watching you, ensuring none of you causes a ruckus (as if any Eldian would dare), fade under the memory of your childhood. You withstood it before, with Magath and the other drill instructors screaming in your face. You can ignore a few nasty looks.

With that as a frame of reference, the line is even almost... peaceful. The heat is dry, not humid, there’s no mud, no blisters in your feet, no rucksack weighing you down, and no rifle either. 

Only the sudden rustle of paper as it slips from your thumb interrupts that peace. 

“No!” you gasp, watching your permit flutter closer to a guard with his back turned. 

Just then a hand swoops in to save it - its owner bent forward, dark hair falling over his face until he rights himself, permit in hand, and glances around. You sigh in relief when you spot the band around his arm and wave him over. 

He jogs over to you, hand already extended with the permit. “Confirming your slot for the medical school?” he asks, brushing away the bangs that fall over his face. He’s got the slightest stubble around his jaw, which he brushes his fingers over when he notices you looking.

You meet his gaze when  you notice you’re looking. “Yeah,” you say, clearing your throat. He smiles at once, as if he can tell you’re embarrassed, but he only casts a glance at the line behind and ahead of you. “It was a lot worse during my time. They had us looping around the gate.”

“Ugh, really?”

He nods, but swallows down his grimace to lick his lips. “I’ve… never seen you around the zone before.”

You blink. Smile a little as you glance around the line. “You know everyone in the zone?”

He opens his mouth to respond with a sheepish grin that makes his eyes twinkle when movement behind him catches your peripheral vision. One of the guards watching the line has noticed him and is stomping his way over. Noticing your alarm, he sticks out a hand. “I’m Kellan, by the way.”

“Lucy. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Lucy,” he repeats, and you’re barely able to shake his hand when the guard yanks him back. 

“Damn pig’s blood—!”

“I’m going, sir. Sorry,” says Kellan, ending the apology with his eyes on you even as he winces from the shorter man’s grip. When he’s eventually released, he ducks away and walks off. He glances over his shoulder to wave, but another guard keeps him moving with a shove.

The shorter one glares at you when he’s gone, and though you remember Pieck’s words, you know this isn’t the time or the place.

“Sorry,” you mutter, eyes to the ground as you turn ahead. Once he’s assured of your submission, he leaves too.

The line takes longer than you expect, but you survive the sweltering heat and submit your form just before the offices close. You hurry back to the zone afterward, dropping by the Galliard bakery to call on Mr. and Mrs. Galliard and offer your condolences. They are shocked but overjoyed to see you, and insist that you take your old favorites when they discover that you’ll be dropping in on Mr. Finger afterward.

You don’t stay long, though Mr. Finger is pleased about your choice of future employment. You feel even guiltier at the unspoken regret in his smile, and beg him not to mention it when he tries to thank you for the support the Tybur family has sent the Fingers over the years—the one thing you think Willy has ever done right.

You return to the Yeagers before dark, early enough to help Mrs. Yeager start with dinner. Dr. Yeager is apologetic as always, but you’re able to change the subject by serving the blueberry pie from the Galliards for a mid-meal dessert of sorts, and the dinner table relaxes soon after. Zeke is absent - he still hasn’t come home from work - so you make sure to leave some for him. This time, Mrs. Yeager allows you to take over cleanup, and the couple retires to their bedroom once the conversation fades into a comfortable silence.

You hope to meet Zeke right as he arrives, corner him into talking to you somehow unless he decides to miss dinner himself, but after half an hour of sitting at the dinner table, cleaning anything you might have missed in the kitchen and the dining room, and rearranging anything out of place in the living room, it starts to look like he won’t be coming anytime soon. 

That’s fine, you tell yourself. You feel slimy from being out in the sun all afternoon anyway, and you treat yourself to a relaxing bath. Zeke is still away when you return to your room, and the calming warmth of your evening has you yawning. You have no choice but to change into your pajamas. 

In truth, you’re a little relieved. Not that you’re particularly answerable to Pieck anyway, at least not until she finishes training with the Panzer Unit, but it won’t be your fault that you and Zeke weren’t able to talk tonight. But just to feel as though you’ve tried your very best, you keep yourself up by starting to write to Lara—and then regret your principle when you hear heavy footsteps outside and a soft click of the door across yours.

The word you’re writing skitters off to the edge of the paper in your surprise. Your heartbeat invades the tense silence of your room, but you manage to take a deep breath, folding your unfinished letter and slipping it under the paperweight on your desk. 

Your door is your next obstacle.

Overlapping images of how Zeke will surely reject you race through your mind alongside the words you wish you could say, and you’re able to keep up with about... none of them. You thought that the words would come to you, and maybe they will, but the moment is about to come and you can’t think of a single word to say. 

If you have time to worry, you have time to just get over there and do it, you tell yourself. You shake your head, regretting your own harshness, but also nod as you hastily gulp down the glass of water on your bedside table. Those words in mind, you move, switching one door for another. No longer standing nose-to-panel with your bedroom door, you’re doing it with Zeke’s in the hallway instead. 

Hand raised to knock, you eye the light peeking out from the gap beneath the door.  Knock. Just knock. The worst he can do is turn you away, and you’ll probably want to wriggle under the dirt and cry, but you’ll at least have tried. You owe it to him to try, like you did with Pieck, and you know you’re braver than this. Or you were, once upon a time.

If you’re still the same girl from years ago, you don’t get to find out just yet.

You hear his footsteps coming from the bathroom too late. No, it’s the heat of another and the familiar scent of his soap which alert you to his presence.

That and his voice, still too deep for the older boy you remember. “Aren’t you a little too old to still be knocking on my door at night?”

“Zeke,” you say, trying to pull your heart down from your throat before you turn and meet his flat expression. He’s in pajamas himself, his hair damp. You must not have heard him head for the bathroom you share down the hall. “Hi.”

That’s more than your mind could summon a while ago, but you still want to smack yourself.

His chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath. His jaw shifts even as his pale eyes stare down at you in the dim light, as if deciding what to do with you... and then he sighs. He’s too tired to be glib tonight. “Can I help you, Lucy?”

Your lips purse with trepidation, but you stand your ground. “Can we talk?”

He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. Looking down at you is clearly work. “I’m listening.”

You hesitate, trying not to make another face. It seems to come naturally with Zeke around, but you resist the urge, and instead tilt your head to the side. There is no light coming from the master bedroom down the length of the hallway. When you glance back up at Zeke, you give him a pointed look.

Zeke sighs again, and then… decides to just brush past you to grab his doorknob.

Your stomach twists with both disappointment and pique. “Zeke,” you whisper furiously, barely just stomping your foot.

He whips his head to face you, halfway inside already. “What?” he whispers back, like you’re nagging him. Then he rolls his eyes, swinging his door wide open and backing into it to give you room. 

“Get in.”

--

Sorry for the dearth of Zeke moments this chapter, but the next one will mooostly feature him and yes we'll finally find out why Zeke is upset. I used to write very long chapters with fics, but that really exhausted me so I'm trying to write shorter now to keep myself from burning out. But I'm enjoying writing in 2nd person! I never used to do it because it was frowned upon long ago, and possibly still is now? But idc anymore it's fun to try.

Thank you for reading!

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[gay-salt-amber]

Where the hell is Kenma?!

Yuri on Ice x Haikyuu crossover

Just so you know, all the figure skaters kids are close with the other skaters so they consider ever skater they're close with family so the whole uncle aunt thing is just a friend thing

warnings: Gay, swearing, etc

Ships: leoji, yakulev, minotayuri

Пока= bye

All Russian is google translated

For the parents the kids will just be calling them by their names unless one parents is without the others then they will be called dad so it doesn't get confusing

Kenma pov

It was 10 alcock at night and I was up playing my video games as usual with Hinata, Lev and some other friends. We were playing a game that was a collaboration between Nerf and Xbox, it was quite good. Not my favorite shooter of all time but it was alright. When the match was over and the 20 second map and round type selection started, my phone rang. I was on a discord call with my friends so they saw the phone going up to my ear. Right when I was about to answer Lev spoke up,

"Who is it?" He asked

"Georgi."

"Popovich?"

"Yeah."

"Who's this Georgi?" Hinata seemed confused but curious.

"Just a family friend of ours." I answered, I don't wanna go into me and Lev being legally related right now.

"Oh, cool!"

I looked down at my phone and unlocked it to see the messages, "I might need to not play this round for a bit I need to respond to these texts." I said

The rest of them agreed and I went back to the messages.

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Georgi: I was just wanting to remind you that the plane leaves at 7, so get some sleep kid.

Kenma: Thanks uncle Georgi, I'll try.

Georgi: Do you want us to bring the Russian team bus to pick you up from your house?

Kenma: Sure when are yall getting here?

Georgi: 6 prolly, depends on how long Lila and Yakov wanna take. Old asses -w-

Kenma: pfft xD

Kenma: Anyway, I need to get back to my friends see you later.

Georgi: K, get some sleep, my favorite nephew ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

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I unmuted my mic on the call and spoke after like 5 minutes

"Back, hows the round going?"

I didn't hear my dear Shoyo but instead Lev, "Good, Hinata got tired though and had to leave."

When I was about to say I needed to leave to, Lev spoke again,

"Oh yeah! You should get going, you don't wanna miss the flight!"

Once I exited the game I turned back to my monitor that had discord and moved it back to my main monitor, "I was about to say that."

"Пока" I said, my Russian feeling a little rusty.

"Пока Kenma!"

Pressing the 'end call' button made me sigh with relief, standing up, I walked over to my closet and grabbed some clothes for a shower before bed. I grabbed some long, loose black pants and a old Russian figure skating team shirt that one of my dads got me. While I was walking to the bathroom I was looking through some notes for class and deleted stuff I didn't need since I was going to be in an entire different country for a while.

I got out of the shower, dried my hair and put on my clothes. Once I got to the door, I looked into the mirror and I had an idea, 'Should I put my hair in braids so it'll look wavy tomorrow? Yeah that'll look nice!' I reached over and grabbed two small clear hair ties and put my hair into two braids.

I finally opened the bathroom door and walked back to my room to call it a night and sleep. Once I reached my room I noticed something, "You mother fucker.." I didn't pack my bags for the fucking trip. I whipped out my phone and thought of who I could message, we were gonna be in a bunch of places for skating and I wanted to check for how long, but guess what?! I don't know whos awake!

Right when I was about to wing it, I remembered its like 9 in the morning for Leo de la Iglesia, who is an American skater which I consider family. I guessed he would be up since he and Guang-Hong Ji, his boyfriend typically wake up at 7 to eat breakfast and go on a run together, virtually since they live in different countries but I guess they try. It took a while to find this name in my contacts since my phone doesn't really sort through who I texted recently but instead it sorts alphabetically the only time I would see his name at the top is if I had an unread message from him, which I don't. I kept scrolling reading off the letters as I went. H,I,J,K....

I finally got to L and found his name since I only have like 3 people whos name start with L in my contacts, I opened it and cringed at the date of the last sent message, 'June 1st' which was a happy pride month message. My fingers tapped on the message bar and I started typing quickly.

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Kenma: Hey uncle Leo ヾ(•ω•`)o

Kenma: Ik this is a weird time to text since I should be sleeping but, you're the only one awake.

Leo: Ey Kozume! 💅 What do you need?

Kenma: I was wanting to know how long the competitions are gonna be , I forgot to pack soo...

Leo: Ah! Well you're going to be on the trip for a week and Georgi's gonna take you back to Japan the Monday afterwards

Kenma: I- Isn't it longer then that? (⊙_⊙)？

Leo: Yes but we know that Neko-

Kenma: Nekoma?

Leo: How ever the fuck you spell your schools name 😑

Leo: Anyway, we know you have a game against Karasuno the next day and we know you would wanna play in that sooo...

Kenma: Cool, thanks.

Leo: Np, see you in America (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

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Once I was done snickering to myself at Leo and I's conversation, I walked over to my clothes drawers and got out the clothes I wanted, one formal outfit, some pj's and some casual stuff. I put that stuff in one suitcase and put my miscellaneous stuff in a smaller drawstring bag that had a bunch of video game pins on it. I walked downstairs to put my stuff by the door and when I got there I saw someone come in, it were my dads, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin and Minami Kenjiro.

I walked up and hugged all 3 of them, "Hey kiddo."

Since I decided to say screw sleep and talk to my parents which is something I didn't get to do much at this time of the year often since they have practice all the time. So we sat on the couch and had dinner while watching tv as a family and talked about their practice

Yuri chirped up while eating some rice, "Mila was being a bitch."

"Oh? What happened?" I asked

"So you know her kid Tendō?"

Minami put his chopsticks down and joined in the conversation, "He's that kid that goes to Shiratorizawa Academy right?"

"So, he's gonna be joining the Russian team since the he doesn't like the Italian team."

"Yet his uncle and other mom is on that team." Otabek pointed out

"Yeah."

"I don't get how she was being a bitch?" I said, trying to get the conversation back to the main point,

"Her ass was bragging about all practice, like shit I couldn't get 2 fucking works out without her interrupting."

We all laughed, and went back to eating.

After we were finished we all were doing the dishes, "Go upstairs and get some sleep kiddo, I'll do the rest of the dishes. Yuri, go get some rest too." Minami said

"Are you not going to America, Beka?" Yuri asked.

The black haired boy shrugged, "No, for some reason my couch decided I'm not going, I don't know why."

Minami was another one of my dads who was staying home, ever since they adopted me when I was 4 he always declined going to any skating competitions that weren't in Japan so that if I ever had an emergency someone would always be there. This meant that only me and Yuri, my blonde, sassy, Russian dad were going to America for the 3 back to back skating events that were happening there.

"I wonder why Lev's not going.."

"Your school doesn't want you both out when a game is so close." Otabek was right I still thought it was stupid since he was looking forward to this event, he's always wanted to go to America after all. But as compromise I promised to send him a lot of photos.

Minami who was still washing the dishes started shoving us out of the kitchen, "Yeah yeah, cut the chat get your butts upstairs and I don't wanna see you two down here until morning!" He said, waving a wooden spoon in the air as we walked up the stairs, laughing.

We reached the upstairs, both of my dads gave me a kiss on the forehead and wished me a good night. I walked into my room and instantly my tiredness from earlier came back to wack me in the face with 5 times the strength of before. I walked over to my bed and just.. flopped.

--In the morning--

My alarm for 5:30 went off and I got up, still tired but meh, nothing a bit of coffee wont fix. I walked over to my closet and got out a hoodie Shoyo gave me, it was a Karasuno hoodie with Shoyo's name and volleyball number, 10 on the back. I inhaled the scent of my lover. I'm gonna miss him but I still can call him. I grabbed a thin t-shirt to wear underneath and some soft black pants with red on the side, after I grabbed my clothes I walked to the bathroom and got changed. After that I took my braids out, my hair looked great!

When I left the bathroom right when I put my foot on the first step to head downstairs the scent of waffles hit my nose, I started to go quicker down the stairs since I fucking love waffles and I am starving! Once I got there Minami greeted me.

"Hey kiddo, did you sleep good?"

"Yeah." I nodded

"Are your other dads not up yet?"

"Nah." I shook my head getting out a plate.

"Before you eat imma wake them up."

I rubbed my forehead before sighing, "Oh god what are you planning, pops?"

"Nothing, let me just..." After finicking with his phone I heard a blast of noise from my parents room and the line I knew too well of "WELCOME TO THE MADNESS" blasted through the door. After like 2 seconds they were up and downstairs.

"You get creative when it comes to waking us up." Otabek yawned while Yuri wiped his eyes.

"I know, glad you're finally catching on~" Minami said, getting sassy, which he normally was this early in the morning.

"What'd you make for breakfast?" I asked.

"Apple waffles!"

I ran to the counter happily, grabbing like 3 fucking waffles.. What can I say? I love apple things!

"Goddamn! Leave some for us!" Yuri teased

"Nah~" I joked back.

When we had just finished our food, we were setting our dishes into the sink and just chatting, we heard a knock on the door. I turned to the clock, '6:00' almost on the dot. "Man when they say they'll be here at 6, they aren't kidding." Otabek said, looking at the bus through the window.

I snickered and got my shoes on, me and Yuri grabbed our suitcases and after my adopted dad kissed my other dads, we were out the door and on the bus. I stopped to talk to Mila whom was driving while Yuri went to go sit in the back by himself.

I tapped the red head on the shoulder, "Hey Mila can we make a stop before we go to the airport?"

She grinned "Yeah, of course, the flight was delayed a half hour anyway for whatever fucking reason."

"Ok, can we stop at Karasuno I uh.. Wanna see someone before we leave.."

Mila let out a quiet gasp before whispering, "Is this the boy you've been talking about?"

I nodded and Mila laughed, "Sure, I don't see why not!"

I gave a light smile and went to go sit down.

--When they stopped at Karasuno, Hinata pov--

"We aren't doing anything special today, hell do what you want if you wanna sit and chat do that, I am giving you a free day before we practice for our match against Nekoma." Couch Ukai explained

We all nodded with a 'yes couch' coming out of all us.

Me and Yamaguchi stayed chatting when our long haired ace, Asahi came in, "Sorry I'm late but there's a bus outside that says, 'Russian Figure Skating Team' outside for whatever reason."

"I wonder why..." I brushed it off though and continued talking to Yams

We kept talking before I heard a familiar voice, "Shoyo? Are you here?"

"Kenma!" I exclaimed before I jumped up and ran to give him a hug which almost knocked him over in the process.

"Hi Shoyo, its good to see you."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, releasing the hug and just holding his hands and I spoke again

"I mean there's a weird bus that says Russian Figure Skating Team or something outside but why are you here?"

"That's my ride." Kenma answered plainly.

"That's your- WHAT!" I was surprised and the others came over

Kenma laughed, "That's why I came here, I wanted to let you know I'm going to be gone for a week."

"Why? Did something happen?" Suga asked from the back

"No, no! I'm going to skate in America, I'll be back for our game though." His answer made me more curious

Noya's voice rang from the right, "When are you leaving?"

"Around 7:30, our plane got delayed but I get to talk with you more, right Shoyo?"

I was about to sit down when the door swung open and there stood someone who looked a bit like Kenma, but different colored eyes and plain blonde hair

"I'm hanging out in here with you kid."

"Yakov being annoying?"

"да ебать его задницу!"

"Who are you sir?" Asked Asahi who was putting away the few volleyballs that were used since most of the team was chatting, it was a free day after all

"This is Yuri Plisetsky, my dad." Kenma explained

"Cool."

I tilted my head, wondering what he said, I knew it was Russian just based on context but I didn't know what, "What was that you were saying?"

"He said, "yeah fuck his ass" My blonde boyfriend translated

"Ooh."

"Well before we go might as well do this," Kenma sighed as he held my hand tighter,

"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Shoyo." Kenma looked nervous.

"As long as he treats you well, then I don't care."

"W-wait that's it?!" Kenma seemed surprised

Yuri clutched his chest in laughter, "I-I'm sorry! Just.."

"Are you forgetting who I am?"

"What?"

"Kiddo, I am a trans gay man who has been married with 2 other men in a poly relationship for 2 years now, what'd you want me to say?"

Hinata looked surprised but also relived, "Really? That's so cool!"

Yuri looked at me and rolled his eyes and messaged the bridge of his nose, "Really? You went for the fanboy?"

"Dad, you're married to one."

"Meh, true."

We were talking for a while longer with me just being lovey as usual when someone else walked through the door and yelled "ITS JJ STYLE!" Which Yuri's dad looked pissed about

"I'll get him out give me a second."

"убирайся отсюда, канадский ебать!" Yuri yelled as he proceeded to shove the man I'm guessing named JJ out

"What'd he say?" I asked

"Get out of here you Canadian fuck."

"Oooh."

With that a new people entered, "Kozume!" A voice called,

"Hi Gramps."

"Whos this?" I questioned with my hand still on Kenma's

"That's my grandpa, Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov."

"That's so cool!"

Kenma blushed and just nodded,

"Does my grandson have a boyfriend~"

"Yep, this is Shoyo."

"So he's the one I keep hearing Chris say you brag about?"

"Mhm."

"We-"

Before Victor could continue I heard a slam

"Двигай своей задницей, черт возьми, свинья!" (Move your ass fucking pig!) And in came Yuri kicking another black haired boy in through the door.

"Yurio be nice you your mother!"

"HES NOT MY MOTHER! AND STOP CALLING ME YURIO!" He yelled back

Victor sighed, "Well we have 2 Yuri's here its confusing!"

The grey haired mans tone quickly changed, "Anyway~"

He helped Yuuri up and waltzed on back over to us, "Our grandson has a boyfriend!!!!"

"Awh that's great!"

"Aaand Shoyo, meet my other grandpa, Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov"

"It's nice to meet you."

We talked a bit before Yuuri spoke up,

"We should get going, the others probably wanna get coffee before we go to the airport."

"Oh, yeah, I guess so."

I was sad that they had to leave because Kenma noticed and his face softened because when they were getting up to leave, he gave me a soft kiss on the lips,

" I will call you every chance I get, Ok baby?"

"Alright, I'll see you next week at the game?"

"Yes, I love you."

"I love you too." Those were the last words I said to Kenma in person for a week.

When I turned around I heard someone yell, "KOZUME HAS A BOYFRIEND!"

Lev pov--

Kenma: We're having another fucking flight delay!

Lev: I still wish I could've gone with!

Kenma: I know, you were really wanting to come, right?

Lev: Ofc! I have always wanted to go to America! 😭😭😭

Kenma: Oof

Lev: Hold on the team is worried about you, give me a moment

Kenma: Gl Kuroos gonna be all like 'well why didn't I know?!' or some shit

Lev: mhm 😑

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I turned off my phone and listened to the rest of the team freak out about the gamer boys missing

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" Yaku yelled out of panic

"Yaku, I am sure he's fine.." Yamamoto said, trying to keep the peace

"Well we don't know that! Hell! He didn't even tell me anything.." Kuroo was also pissed which just made me wanna chuckle since Kenma was right about Kuroos reaction.

"Uhm..."

"What Lev?"

"Well about Kenma being gone, I know where he is I just thought this was funny."

"So us worrying is funny?!"

"When I know why, yes."

Kuroo rolled his eyes, "Lev, Kenma never talks to you."

"Yes, yes he does, you don't know every fucking thing he does." I snapped.

"Are you sure?" Kuroo retorted

"Whos he dating?"

"I-"

"See you dont even know that"

"Fucking- Whatever just where is he?" Yaku asked

I held out my phone and showed the texts

"Where the hell is he going?! We have a game!"

"Yaku, please shut the fuck up." I whispered.

"What?!"

"Yaku I love you, but please shut the fuck up, he doesn't care about the game right now, he will be back for the game with Karasuno, but he is with family and doing something that will contribute to his future. Now shut up пожалуйста, перестань любопытствовать и дай ему жить!" (please stop prying and let him live!)

"..."

I took a step back, I swore my boyfriend out... I even yelled at him in Russian!

I felt like I wanted to cry, I didn't wanna snap like that.. Then I heard the door open

"HA I KNEW HE WOULD CUSS SOMEONE OUT! Виктор! ты должен мне 20 долларов!" (Victor you owe me 20) I turned to the voice,

"Oh praise god." I sighed

Yurio was walking up to me, "ты в порядке? ты выглядишь напряженным .." (are you okay? you look tense)

"Я огрызнулся на своего парня, и я устал, угадай" (I snapped at my boyfriend and I'm tired, guess)

"What are they saying.." Yaku was confused

"Well apologize you fuck!" Yurio scoffed

"..."

"Sorry sir, but Lev is fine, I was the one who deserved it."

"I'm still sorry!"

"Even better question! Lev, you can speak Russian!?" Kuroo seemed surprised

"Yeah, I just didn't wanna hear the, 'oh! Say my name in Russian' or, 'say something in Russian!' that gets annoying fast!"

"Oh, Beka has the same problem whenever he says he's from Kazakhstan."

"Anyway, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the airport with the rest of the Russian team."

"We would be in the sky by now is the plane would stop getting fucking delayed!"

"Well let the team rest in here! Its probably hot as fuck in that bus."

"Smartest thing you've said all day, Levochka." And with that he left

"And who was that?" Yaku's tone was serious so I beckoned the team over to the bench to explain

"So you know how I have left practice early?"

"Yes?"

"That's because I do figure skating and I am hoping to go into it full time when I am older and that person who was here a bit ago was a part of the Russian Figure Skating team."

"Nice!" Someone commented from the end of the bench

"Levochka!" A voice called,

"DAD!" I raced to meet the voice and gave a big hug to my father, Victor Nikiforov and gave my other dad, Yuri Katsuki a hug when he entered short after.

Yaku came up from behind, and kicked me, "YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOUR PARENTS WERE FAMOUS SKATERS YOU FUCK!"

Upon seeing that the Russian team was pissed, "Держи свои гребаные ноги от него, ублюдок размером с муравей!"

"I still don't know what yall are saying.."

A voice came from the back, "Georgi said, "Keep your fucking feet off him, ant-sized motherfucker" I recognized Kenma's voice quickly

"Ey! I thought you would stay on the bus!" Yurio called

"Well, I finished my level and I have nothing else to play until a few daily bonuses roll in."

"Kid you run through games like me and Lev run through a thing of pirozhkis.."

"Meh I keep myself entertained."

"KENMA?!" Kuroo called, ran up and started to shake the boy

"I WAS WORRIED WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US WHERE YOU WERE GOING?1"

"Because it doesn't concern you, besides its not like I'm gonna be gone forever.."

"Kozume I am your best friend! You tell your best friend this shit!"

"Uh..." Kenma stuttered

"What?! Is there anything else you wanna tell me?!"

"1: I don't owe you shit and 2: Lev and Shoyo are my best friends, Теперь слезай с высокой лошади, ты трахаешься" (Now get off the high horse, you fuck)

"That's my boy!" Yurio cheered

Yuuri shook his head and turned to me, "Anyway, Lev can we pull you and Yaku to the side we wanna talk to you two."

I nodded and grabbed Yaku's hand and we exited the gym with my dads

"Levochka.. Are you sure he's the one you want?" My dad asked gently

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you said that this was your boyfriend when we talked about it before but are you sure he is what you want? I mean he kicks you and gets physical it seems a lot. I just want for you to be safe." My dad explained.

Yaku looked nervous as my dead continued, "Hell even Yurio when we adopted him, was never physical with anyone who didn't deserve it.. Minus Yuuri but you get what I mean."

I grabbed Yaku's hand, "I know but Yaku's trying and that's all I can really ask.."

Yuuri started to talk "Lev please be safe." His face was one of worry

"I'm sorry Mr. Nikiforov, I've been trying my hardest to not be as bad as I was, I am trying for your sons sake, I wanna make him happy.."

"I can see that and I hope you keep trying."

"I will, I care about Lev so much I wouldn't do anything to actually hurt him, I love him too much to do that."

"Th-"

"HEY VICTOR WE NEED TO GET TO THE AIRPORT!" Called Yakov's voice loud from the bus.

"Coming! Lets go!"

After gathering the others they left, till next week will we see them again.

#Yuri on ice #Haikyuu #Yuri on ice x haikyuu

[arienrambles]

HPHM characters as things my friends have said, pt. 3

Ariana: People should not be allowed to be that tall

Ariana: Give some height to the rest of us

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Ariana: what did he say

Barnaby: I recorded it it was funny

Ariana: when you say funny and your dad i get concerned

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Mila: if she returns i’ll shiv her with the pointy end of a spork

Mila: or non violent means ig

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Ben: i just stabbed myself with a triangular ruler

Rowan: Ben

Rowan: My sweet

Rowan: My friend

Ben: -3/10 stars experience, wouldn’t recommend

Rowan: My pal

Rowan: My bud

Rowan: Are you fucking stupid bestie why’d you do that

Ben: IT WASN’T INTENTIONAL???

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Barnaby: I JUST FORGOT TO BREATHE WJRJ I WAS DRINKING WATER THAY WAS SO STRESSFUL

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Rowan: threatening will either get you the part or a jail cell but i’d say you can’t go wrong with giving it a go

Mila: i mean it’s a 50:50 and i like those odds

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Ismelda: Mmmmm rat poison

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Penny: what if i die and those are my last words i said to yall

Penny: that i prefer cigarette smell over alcohol smell

Penny: im never gonna go to heaven w that?????

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Barnaby: i just forgot what my name was

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Ariana: Are you alive

Ariana: Are you going to the hospital

Ariana: Jacob I’m concerned

Jacob: yes.

Ariana: TO WHICH ONE

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Ben: Me, murmuring to myself to try and get my self confidence up to open an email: I am the sexiest person on this planet, I am anonymous, I am god

#hphm #incorrect quotes #spicy peppers #ariana martens #rowan khanna #mila gibbon #ben copper #penny haywood #barnaby lee #jacob martens #hogwarts mystery

[skeletonmob]

The Pirate’s Fate - Severely Undercooked

The Pirate's Fate is a visual novel written by T.F. Wright and illustrated by Volkenfox. It's not very good. Well, I guess that gives the wrong impression. It's not completely horrible and it's not the worst visual novel I've ever played, it's just . . . a hot mess. Visual novels are primarily story based, usually with player choices leading to branching narratives and the occasional minigame thrown in. As such, writing is extremely crucial for a visual novel, and the story of The Pirate's Fate is severely undercooked.

I bought it on a whim about a year ago, intrigued by the premise. I played it a handful of times then, and a handful of times more recently to refresh my memory. The premise is, in a world of anthropormophic animals, a spice merchant by the name of Mila is rescued by the Dread Pirates, consisting of Darious, Leeko, Morgana, and later Tam-Tam, after her ship sinks. The group then rope her into their quest to find a series of enchanted coins, which have the ability to transform a person into whatever they wish.

(using images off google because I forgot to take my own)

This is a really interesting premise for a story, and one that's very suited to the branching narrative of a visual novel. The problem, however, is that this is used less to flesh out a fictional world, or put our characters in intriguing scenarios, and more so used to show of the creator's barely disguised fetish. The story's too excited to turn Mila into hulking amazon warrior or give Tam-Tam tits the size of Mt. Everest, that many of it's more interesting ideas aren't given room to breath.

To give you a better idea, during the intro, you find a coin inside a griffon's cave. Afterwards the primary antagonist, Rourkie, holds you hostage and demands you hand over the coin. You have a set of three options to choose from, and from there the story branches out. I chose the second option, which I believe was to feign compliance and then attack. My playthrough then went as follows, Morgana died, we recruited Tam-Tam, visited Circe's island, visited a beauty temple, visited haunted house isle, had an audience with the queen, met someone named Steamchaser, visited a matchmakers shop, and finally the story ended in a mysterious library. I stopped early because I realized I was about to get an ending I saw before, so my total run time was about and hour and 37 minutes. Excluding the intro, all proceeding scenes last about 11 minutes, and with the amount of stuff that happens, that's not enough to flesh anything out.

In this route, Darious feels guilty about Morgana's death. Circe then manipulates that guilt and transforms him into a bear. That alone could carry an entire story, it's a strong if tropey character arc. But after he transforms, he has a heart to heart with Mila, and that's it. All of Darious' guilt vanishes in that one scene, and then he gets possesed by a ghost later on in order to keep the plot going. A similar thing happens on other story branches as well. In one of them, Tam-Tam is transformed from a female lizard into a male rabbit, and she's just kind of cool with it. She still identifies as female, and the conversation in the scene afterward posits her views on gender and identity, and that's it. The rest of her crewmates are totally okay with this development after this one conversation, and nobody reflects on their own gender identity beyond this.

In other branches, you find a coin that allows you to go back in time and change the past. When Darious gets possessed by the ghost, you have the option to go back in time to try and prevent this from happening. If you do, Darious ends up dying instead of Morgana, who's declared herself captain. There's a scene between Morgana and Mila discussing what happened, and that's it. Morgana isn't freaked out that her crewmates come from an alternate timeline. Nobody finds this weird. Nobody wonders what happened to the original crew she had, because she clearly wasn't sailing alone. Nobody posits about what they would've done if they were using the coin. It's just 'wow! time travel exists!' and the story moves on. Again, just like with Darious' potential character arc, this could carry the entire story. There's already a shitload of movies, books, and games based around time travel, but here it's just a plot device.

The world building also suffers from this as well. New settings and characters are introduced and then hastily thrown aside to continue the story. At the beauty temple, we get a lore dump about how the religion of the island is centered around beauty and physical appearances, but we never look beyond that. We never get to look at the surrounding town or talk to anyone else except the two characters that give us the lore dump.

In one route, Leeko gets transformed into the world greatest baker, and the rest of the gang concoct a plan to use him to gain access to the queen's coins. He'll be hired as the head baker, then after gaining her trust, then the gang will kidnap her and hold her for ransom. Aside from being a stupid plan (why couldn't you sneak in and steal the coins while the queen was distracted?), we don't see Leeko meeting the queen or gaining her trust, it just skips right over to her being held for ransom. There's also multiple times where character's say things along the lines of 'We've been searching for these coins for months'. Like, no, it's been five minutes, and skipping scenes like these only make that worse.

The other major gripe I have is that characters die for no reason. In one route, Mila, Tam-Tam, and Morgana have been captured by the queen and are going to be executed. While it's not shown, Leeko is meeting up with Steamchaser, and he agrees to use his magic to help Leeko out. A similar scenario happens on multiple routes, and no matter what, Tam-Tam is executed. Why, though? Like, in this moment, it would make sense for someone to die, but from a big picture perspective, was it really necessary? I can't think of a reason why she needed to die, other than dramatic stakes, and I don't think the story would suffer if she didn't. Also, Steamchaser uses his magic like a minute after Tam-Tam is carried off, could Morgana and Mila not have stalled for time?

Again, this isn't the worst I've seen. The main cast is great, the banter Morgana and Tam-Tam give are some of my favorites. The music is good and so is the voice acting. It's interesting to see the story branch out and wonder what ending you'll get. It's interesting to see what the characters transform into. But none of this excuses the fact that the story consistently fails to properly set anything up or follow through on it.

#the pirates fate #indie game #indie dev #game review #visual novel #furry #volkenfox #tf wright #leeko #tam tam #darious #mila #morgana #writing

[voidcoretxt]

asks you about your fansession 👀

HI HELLO THANK U FOR ASKING ME ABOUT MY EPIC AND POGGERS HOMESTUCK OCS !!!

gonna put it under cut bc this is just going to be my insane ramblings about the gay people living in my brain

SO !! if youre fortunate enough to not know what is a fan-session, its just a session of SBURB ( sburb being the game that they play in homestuck ) made by a fan :) p self-explanatory name

now, i may or may have not finished designing all the characters for it yet, so im only gonna go into detail about the ones that i have finished sprites for

starting with those two dudes that i posted a lil drawing of before !!!

this is Gurrim Shōnay, the character on the left of that drawing. she is an olive blood, a thief of hope and a fucking vriska kinnie lol

she has a tendency to make Horrible Terrible Decisions that she WILL regret later ! also i just realised that i fucked up her sign lol, its supposed to be this one

she doesnt have any stupid mutations or whatever, she just dyes her hair ( alternian hair dye is really good ok )

this is her quirk !

Vn~ The quick brrown fox jumps overr the lazy dog.

(  Vn~ is supposed to look like a fox from the side, the V being the head )

this is Kyle Broski ( holy shit i really went with this name ) !! it is a mage of space and after ascending it got to fuse with its axolotl the way jade did with bec in homestuck :] and this time there is no transphobic post-canon to ruin that !!!

I dont really have much to say about it other than the fact that it uses it/its pronouns and is also literally jade strider dave-ways i guess ??? good for it !!

heres another dude that is not a dude !! her name is Tess Everett, she is the maid of void !!! it took me a good few days to come up with a symbol for her until i decided to just make it the null symbol but with an egg instead of a circle bc you know, transgender pog :)

she may look smart but she really is not, no thoughts behind those eyes, just cool ideas for some knitting or sewing projects to maybe later give to her friends

Ryan time !!! i dont rly have a last name for him yet but one day ill find a good one !!! just you wait !!! he is the sylph of blood bc man, having friends is just the best !!! his bandana thingy was made by tess :D

he is the most protagonist-y not-protagonist on the planet lmao

also he gets a cool alien bf at some point :)

Macy Porter !!! my beloved !!! the heir of life !!! she eats bugs :)

the little spiral on her shirt means something but i honestly forgot what it was afjdhghfjhh but if u turn it around it turns into the rebirth symbol ( or at least thats what pinterest told me ). during the first half of the story the spiral keeps getting smaller and smaller until the line becomes just a dot, then she dies and comes back cooler than ever !!! i dont know how will she get cooler but she will !!!

Mila Everett !!! the knight of mind and pre-scratch tess !!! she is a hipster blogger and thats all i have about her for now

Liam Porter :D !!! pre-scratch Macy !!! he is the seer of doom which is not a very fun classpect to have !!!

he wears skirts bc fuck gender !!!

Veleta Voltas :0 !!! hes a seadweller and he has all the shittyness that comes with it !!! also hes a prince of breath so like !!! shittiness^2

later he gets like redeemed or whatever

also his stupid bodysuit was a pain in the ass to draw AND when i draw it in my style it looks like hes wearing a black body-suit and a bodice over it so like >:(( i dont like him that much >:((

GAXOLOTL !!! a dumb stupid amphibian with sick world-ending powers that it wont use bc its literally a first guardian, its whole deal is protecting the world, not ending it !!!

its also Kyles axolotl that it fused with !!! that made the game significantly more difficult !!! cool !!!

for the un-sprited characters, we have:

the witch of time, pre-scratch kyle. she saved her sessions ass !!!

the rouge of light, pre-scratch ryan. they dated veleta for a lil bit and then had the messiest break-up ever

the page of rage, they get fucked over by gurrim a little bit lol

the bard of heart, no ideas for them yet but they exist !!!

and also the rest of the trolls session + their pre-scratch counterparts, those guys r irrelevant tho

the kids guardians and the trolls lusii, those guys are somehow even more irrelevant than the guys in the point above

and thats all for the characters !!! the story doesnt have a clear outline yet but here are some things that happen:

we see the post-scratch kids ( thats tess, ryan, kyle and macy ) enter their version of sburb, the whole story is told mostly through their eyes

the witch of time pulling something insane to time-travel her friends across alternate universes to join their post-scratch counterparts

( god i love witches )

session b2 ( post-scratch kids ) spending a good 3 years in the game bc the thing that the witch of time did somehow broke the clock counting down to the reckoning

them somehow fixing it with the help of the b1 session kids + the remaining a2 ( post-scratch ) trolls

gurrim doing a fucky-wucky and getting 8 out of 12 trolls from the a2 session killed ( oopsie ! )

the prince of breath ( destroyer of the lack of bonds ) and the sylph of blood ( creator of bonds ) working together !!! their classpects are somehow the same and completely different !!! thats so cool !!!

a fun ending hopefully :) 

#voidcore.txt-but-like-responding-i-guess #thx for the ask i loved answering that !!! #hope i didnt misspell anything im too lazy to check it #voidcore.txt

[carewyncromwell]

So what's Olivia Green's deal in your story? Who is she? What's her backstory? How does she meet Duncan and Jacob? How does she affect the trio's dynamic? What's her relationship with Duncan and Jacob like? What's her 'fate'? What role does she play in the final vault? Does she get a happy ending?

Oh gosh, this is a fun question!

Okay, so first off, when I play Jacob Cromwell, I purposefully leave a lot of stuff about Olivia’s fate vague, largely because I strongly suspect her fate will be one of the last big twists the game HPHM will reveal if they haven’t just completely forgot about what they’ve set up with her like they have with Pitts, Torvus, Duncan, and just about everything else, anyway..., considering how oddly tight-lipped they’ve been about her. But for me personally, here’s what I personally imagine for Olivia --

My face claim for Olivia is Mila Kunis, specifically as Jackie Burkhart in That 70′s Show.

Just as my Jacob is based off of my late maternal uncle, my Olivia is based off my late maternal aunt, Vicki. My aunt Vicki was an amiable, introspective, artistic free spirit who loved writing poetry and playing the guitar and was always sort of “ahead of her time,” getting into fads and musical artists before everyone else did -- a perfect example of a beatnik.

In Jacob’s words, Olivia was “the most unassuming, yet soothing presence you could find anywhere in the world,” as well as “a talented writer – a stellar guitarist…a free spirit with a laugh like a fairy’s and an appetite like a Puffskein’s…who never felt the need to show off her intelligence, even if she’d likely read even more books than me and she was wiser than witches five times her age. Never the most popular girl at school in a social sense – but admired by just about everyone for her sensibility, her patience…her unapologetic individuality.”

Olivia was the "heart” of the Cursebreaking trio, in contrast to Jacob’s “brain” and Duncan’s “body.” Her motive for chasing the Vaults was solely to help people, while Jacob’s initially was more out of needing to solve the mystery and Duncan’s was because of his ambition to be a Cursebreaker.

Olivia was Muggle-born, the eldest of three kids and the only witch in her family. She therefore often served as mediator whenever Jacob and Duncan got into disagreements.

She was a Ravenclaw like Jacob, but she was much more on the “Luna Lovegood” side of Ravenclaw house than her book-smart, people-dumb spaceman housemate. Although Olivia got good grades, her interest was always much more on understanding the subjects deeply and thinking outside-the-box than getting straight O’s. Her best classes were Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, and Charms, while her worst were more “by-the-book” subjects like History of Magic and Potions.

Like both Jacob and Duncan, Olivia didn’t talk about her friends or the Cursed Vaults to her family much at all, largely because she knew how uncomfortable her younger siblings and parents were about her magic and enrollment at Hogwarts. She did, however, know all about both of her friends’ home lives, just like they knew about hers.

Olivia is aro-ace! She honestly was always both really amused and really confused by how weird her two male friends acted around each other or anyone they ever had crushes on. 

She owned a toad named Garfunkel, after the famous musical duo Simon and Garfunkel.

Her dream was to work at the Wizarding Wireless Network as a host and/or producer.

Her fashion sense was very “hippie” -- bell-bottoms, jellies, embroidered jean jackets, open vests, fringe, hoop earrings, and tie-dye shirts. Her favorite colors were pink and (appropriately enough) olive green.

Olivia was turned to stone via the Petrification Curse in Jacob, Duncan’s and her fifth year and is currently trapped in the Sunken Vault as a statue. As I had Jacob explain in my Good!Rakepick AU ficlet, when Jacob, Duncan, and Olivia tried to open the Vaults out of order, the Sunken Vault’s curse activated in full to protect itself and, as the three tried to escape, Olivia got hit with the curse and was Petrified. As she turned to stone, her last words to Jacob and Duncan were to run and save themselves. Olivia’s fate is what fueled Jacob and Duncan to pursue the Vaults with even more gusto, which ended up making them walk right into R’s hands.

I do see Olivia being restored with the breaking of the final Vault’s curse and being reunited with Jacob, ghost!Duncan, and her family. It would take a long time for her to recover from all of the years she’d lost while Petrified, but she would complete her sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts and then slowly build a life for herself, working as a host for the Wizarding Wireless Network like she dreamed (though she had to go into hiding during the second War). I see Duncan being able to finally rest in peace after the Vaults are dealt with, but Olivia and Jacob would remain very close friends for the rest of their lives.

#olivia green #headcanons #hphm #hogwarts mystery #jacob cromwell #jacob #duncan ashe

[theladyofdeath]

Alone in the Ashes {16}

 A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click >  Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: It may be short but it’s still a hot mess. I should start naming my chapters like Friends episodes. This one is a tie between “The one before the weekend away” and “The one where Mor ships Elriel.”

Comment to tell me what you think, or to be tagged! x

“The marks humans leave are too often scars.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Cassian had called to tell his coworkers that he couldn’t come in, but neglected to tell them it was because of a massive hangover. It didn’t help, either, when he decided to take Bryaxis for a walk around noon and found Tomas leaving Nesta’s apartment.

“Later,” he grinned, leaving Cassian staring at Nesta’s door.

He should have just walked away, should have let it go.

But he couldn’t.

He slammed his fist against her door, over and over again, until she opened it up. She wore an oversized hoodie and a pair of jogging shorts. Her golden-brown hair was in a high pony-tail, her feet bare.

When she saw Cassian, she hesitated, but the look of surprise quickly faded and was replaced with something hard and dismissed. “I was just leaving.”

“I’m coming in,” Cassian grunted, and as she was protesting, he stormed past her. “Have fun last night?”

“You don’t want to know the answer to that any more than I want to answer it,” Nesta said. She left her door open and didn’t stray from the threshold. 

Cassian turned to look at her and shrugged. “Well?”

“Well, what?” she asked, exhausted. 

“I deserve an explanation,” he said, as if it were obvious. 

Nesta sighed, rubbing her temples. “Look, Cassian, we hung out, we had fun, and now my boyfriend is back. Okay?”

Cassian chuckled, shaking his head. “I know you, Nesta, and you can’t hide from the fact that you just cringed when you said the word boyfriend. The guy’s a jackass, Nes.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Says you of all people.”

Cassian stilled. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You just wanted me for sex!” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “You’re just like every other guy I’ve ever been with. Try to impress me, fuck me, call it a night. It was only a matter of time before you got bored. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor. The sex was great while it lasted, but you’re free now.”

She stepped aside.

The way out was clear. 

Cassian didn’t move. “Do you seriously think that’s what I think of you? That you’re a fucking sex toy?” 

Nesta wouldn’t look at him as she said, “Don’t make a scene, Cassian. You look ridiculous.”

Cassian’s jaw went rigid. Bryaxis looked up at Cassian, noticing his change in posture. “Nesta…”

She stared at the floor. “Please leave.” 

Cassian stayed where he was. He had to say it, had to confess. What she did after was up to her. “Nesta, I love y-”

“Stop!” she cried, and when she looked up, her eyes held such pain and misery that Cassian thought he’d been punched in the gut. “Don’t. Shut the fuck up. Okay? Stop. Just...Just. Fucking. Go. Please.”

Cassian’s lips snapped shut as he nodded, slowly. Bryaxis whined at his feet. “Fine. Alright. Whatever.”

He walked toward the door and when he had met Nesta where she stood, he took a step closer to her, took her face into his hands, and brought her mouth to his. He kissed her slowly, savoring every second that passed, every second he got to taste her lips.

Nesta didn’t fight him.

But she didn’t touch him, either. Her hands stayed by her sides.

When he pulled back, Nesta’s eyes were shut.

Cassian dropped his hands, whistled for Bryaxis to follow, then he was out the door, walking away.

He didn’t look back.

~~~~~

Nesta closed her front door, quietly, and leaned back against it, slumping down until she was sitting on the cold, hardwood floor.

She knew she was crying, knew there were tears streaming down her face, but she was grateful she held it in until he left.

He was going to tell her that he loved her.

And oh, what a mistake that would have been.

Nesta knew who she was.

She was a bitch. A no-good, personality-less, empty bitch. She had done horrible things throughout her life. She knew where her place was, knew what to expect out of this life. 

As she wept in the entryway of her apartment, Nesta knew she had done the right thing.

Her heart was broken, shattered, but she had done the right thing.

She would have given anything to be loved by Cassian, but he deserved better than her. Women like Nesta were meant for men like Tomas.

Not men like Cassian.

Cassian was caring, thoughtful, kind. His heart was pure. A true gentleman...until that dark, seductive glare formed in his beautiful hazel eyes. And when he did make love, he made it well. 

Cassian was a good man.

The best.

And Nesta Archeron didn’t deserve a good man.

Because even though she loved him, too, she would never be able to admit it. She loved him too much to make him spend his days with her. If she let it continue, the days would pass, then the weeks, the months, the years. Eventually, he’d propose. And, being in love with him, she would say yes. And as time went on, she would find a way to mess it up. He would grow to resent her.

He would become unhappy, because who the fuck could be happy with a woman like her?

No. 

Nesta wouldn’t do that, not to him.

He deserved better. He deserved it all.

Better to break his heart now, before his love could be declared, then to let it go on and disappoint him, later. 

Even though breaking his heart meant breaking her own.

But, she had done the right thing.

Even if she regretted making him stop. She should have let him finish, should have let him say it, just once.

Nesta, I love you.

Nesta wiped her face with the back of her sleeves before picking herself up off the floor, her run long forgotten as she slumped down the hall, to the bathroom.

She opened the top drawer.

Pulled out Tomas’ pain pills.

Using the glass toothbrush holder, Nesta ground the pills into a fine powder, once again.

Yes.

Cassian deserved better.

~~~~~

The bell rang as Azriel stepped into the fancy children’s boutique. His jeans were splattered with paint, although his black tee was clean. He hadn’t been wearing it while he painted, hopeful that Elain would get off early and catch him.

She didn’t.

True to his word, he went to her work, ready to pick her up for lunch. When he walked through the door, she caught his eye and smiled while she was talking to an elderly woman. He let her do her job and started to wander around. He had never seen so much pink, frilly shit in his life. He picked up a dress, one that he thought Mila might like, and looked at the price tag.

He quickly put it back. 

Suddenly, he was terrified to touch anything. 

Just as he thought to wait outside, Elain called his name.

He spun around, smiling when he caught her smiling up at him. She must have run home after he left, because her makeup was flawless and her hair hung in loose waves. She wore a little black dress with tights and ankle boots.

That morning, when he left, her face was bare, her hair a mess, and she was still half-nude from their almost-love making session in the middle of the night.

Her cheeks turned pink, as if she knew the thoughts that were running through his mind, making his heart beat wildly.

He kissed her on the cheek. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” she said, quietly. “Lunch?”

“Anywhere you want,” he said. “That...can fit into the one hour slot that is your lunch break.” 

She laughed and nodded. “Perfect.”

After grabbing her bag, clocking out, and telling her boss she’d be back, she was walking down the sidewalk, hand in hand, with Azriel. 

“What are you hungry for?” he asked.

She thought about it for a moment before suggesting, “Tacos? There’s a food truck just up here my boss goes to all the time. She says it’s amazing.”

“Everybody loves tacos,” Azriel said, fingers tightening around her hand. “I should bring some home to Mor. She took Mila to school this morning which means she had to put a bra on before noon. She always gets cranky when she has to put a bra on before noon.”

Elain laughed, voice bright. “Ah, every woman gets cranky when they have to put on a bra. It’s truly tragic. The worst part of womanhood. Well...definitely in the top ten.”

Azriel chuckled. “I’m not sad to say I wouldn’t know.”

Elain rolled her eyes and nudged him in the side. “Men.”

Azriel grinned as they came up on a row of food trucks near the heart of the city. Azriel asked Elain to find a seat while he ordered. And once he did, and was carrying boxes full of tacos, he found Elain sitting beautifully by a fountain of the goddesses. Water was pouring from their mouths, in true fountain-fashion. 

He set a box in front of her. “Chicken and rice.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he murmured, opening his own box. He got one for Mor, too. He’d bring it to her once he walked Elain back to work. 

Elain told him about her day as she ate, and he told her what he’d done that morning to finish up at her dad’s.

“Oh! Speaking of that, I have exciting news, I completely forgot,” she said, setting down her fork and clapping her hands.

Azriel raised a brow.

“That townhouse I applied for? I got it,” she beamed. “I can move in this weekend. I was...hoping you could help?”

“Of course,” he said, smiling. “That’s great, I’m so happy for you. I’ll get Cassian to help, too.”

“Thank you,” she said, eyes soft. She reached across the table and squeezed his hand.

They ate the rest of their lunch in easy, light conversation before Azriel walked her back to work and kissed her goodbye before hopping into his truck and driving home. 

Mor was doing yoga when he walked in.

“Good, I just started,” she said. “Put on your yoga pants, Az. Join me.”

Azriel snorted. “No, thanks. I did bring you lunch though. Tacos. Really fucking good, too.”

“Aw,” she smiled, moving into her next pose. “Aren’t you the sweetest?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “I am. How did Mila do this morning?”

“Awesome,” she said. “She really seems to like it there. She introduced me to her teacher, her friends, the class hamster, and every one of the dolls and stuffed animals in the play area.”

Azriel laughed. “Sounds right. You’re lucky, though. I only got to meet Deano the dinosaur. All the other stuffed animals were too important for me.”

Mor grinned, falling onto her mat. “So. Elain-”

Azriel groaned. “Stop asking me about my sex life, please.”

“We all know this is much more than just sex,” Mor crooned.

Azriel plopped down on the couch and popped open a can of Coke. “Fine. Stay out of my….”

“Love life?” Mor implied, eyebrows wiggling. When Azriel didn’t reply, she rolled her eyes. “Az, you’ve never even said that word to a woman, have you?”

“Haven’t found a woman I’ve loved. No need to say it if it’s not true.”

“Before Elain?” Mor asked.

Azriel shot her a glare. 

Mor’s eyes softened as she said, “You two are really good together.” 

“You’ve mentioned,” Azriel muttered.

“Look, on Saturday night, I’m taking Mila to the movies. And you, Azriel, are finally going to make love to that sweet, amazing woman.”

Azriel choked on his drink. 

Mor just patted his knee until he was done. “Great. It’s a date night, then.”

She left him on the couch, still halfway choking, to eat her tacos.

~~~~~

“He didn’t go to work today?”

“No,” Amren said, voice hard. “And he’s gone jogging three times today. I’ve tried to go talk to Nesta twice today, but she keeps telling me to fuck off.”

“Hmm,” Rhysand said, into his phone. “I would ask Feyre what happened, but she doesn’t talk to her sister.”

“Something went down,” Amren said. “Something bad, Rhys. I haven’t seen Cassian this pissed in a while. He doesn’t handle this shit well. When I got back this morning from going out with my old work friends, at around two, he was passed out drunk in his bed, sleeping upside down with his socks on. He was sleeping with his fucking socks on, Rhys. He hates socks on when he sleeps.”

Rhysand sighed. “I’ll try calling him again but I doubt he’ll answer.”

“Well, try,” Amren muttered. “He’s a mess.”

“I will,” he promised.

“Thanks,” Amren said. “Tell Feyre I say hi.”

“Will do.”

He hung up just as the front door opened and Feyre came in. She smiled when she saw him sitting at the table, covered in food and candles.

“I wasn’t expecting dinner,” she said, slipping off her shoes. 

“Don’t get too excited,” Rhysand laughed. “It’s from the diner across the street.”

Feyre grinned, sitting in the chair across from him. “Either way, it looks delicious. I’m starving.” 

“Dig in,” Rhysand urged, gesturing to her plate of pasta.

He watched her while she took a big, obnoxious bite and laughed. 

“Why are you watching me eat?” she asked, covering her mouth.

“I love you,” he said, softly. “So much.”

Feyre raised a brow. “I love you, too.”

Rhysand cleared his throat as he picked up his fork. “I thought we could go away this weekend. What do you think?”

Feyre started chewing slower. “Really? Where?”

“My mom’s old cabin, up in the mountains,” he said. “We could leave Friday after you get off and come back Sunday night. It’s only an hour drive.”

Feyre’s smile widened. “Yeah, okay. That sounds nice.”

“Good,” he said, a breath leaving his body. His whole plan revolved around her saying yes to the cabin. 

Feyre took another bite. “You’re acting weird.”

“What?” he asked. “No, I’m not.” 

“Yes, you are,” she said, eyes narrowing. “What are you hiding from me?”

I’m gonna ask you to marry me. No big deal.

“Nothing,” he said, stuffing his mouth with pasta. 

“Damn it, Rhys,” she began, setting down her fork. “Rhys, you’re hiding something from me.”

“I’m not,” he said, swallowing his noodles. 

“I know you,” she said, crossing her arms. “Tell me now.”

“It’s nothing,” he promised. 

“Tell me or I’m not going this weekend.”

Rhysand stilled, sighed, and set down his fork. “Fine. I…...I went to see Tamlin today.”

He wasn’t sure why he thought that was better than telling her he wanted to marry her, but it’s what came out. 

“You did what?” she asked, softly. “Why the hell did you do that?”

Rhysand rubbed his temples. “Look. We can’t live like this, Feyre. I love you. I want to be with you. And I want Tamlin to back the fuck off...so, that’s what I told him.”

Feyre said nothing.

“Hey..” Rhysand breathed, reaching across the table to take her hand. “I handled myself. I was….nice.” Feyre rolled her eyes. “I told him that you deserved better. Okay? That’s all.” 

Feyre sighed, wrapping her fingers around his. “I guess I can’t be mad at that. Thank you.”

He nodded. “Of course. Now, eat. This pasta’s delicious.”

Feyre smiled, softly. A minute passed before she asked, “Do you think that’s it, then? That Tamlin is done throwing his hissy fit?” 

“Yeah,” Rhysand said, smiling. “I do.”

Hopefully she didn’t see it for the lie he thought it was. 

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Did I Mention

Part 3

Series Masterlist

Poe Dameron x Princess!Reader

Summary: Poe refuses to agree with General Organa’s decision when she invites royalty to advise the Resistance. Despite his protests, Leia trusts him with her safety during an undercover mission. Maybe there’s a chance to change his misgivings of their new guest.

A/N: This is probably my favorite chapter so far! Please like, reblog, and let me know what you think! Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated!

Maybe you were better off spending a night with rathtars.

It had been impossible to get any sleep with Poe by your side, snoring much too loud for your liking.

The early light of morning was a welcome relief and you quickly hurried to the windows, drawing the curtains open in hopes the activity outside would be enough to wake Poe and put a stop to his incessant snoring.

You didn’t bother hiding your smile as he groaned in protest and reached for the blanket to cover his form.

 “Good morning, Commander.”

His brown eyes peeked through an opening in the blankets. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready.”

“I thought we were going to meet your boyfriend later.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, right. I forgot. You’re married.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. We’re engaged, remember?”

“For now.”

Exasperated by his remarks, your dropped your luggage on top of him. A sweet smile graced your lips in mock apology. “Sorry about that.”

Poe grumbled but didn’t say anything more.  Your attention returned to the outfits in your luggage, considering the most appropriate choice for your tasks.

“Did he say where he wants to meet?”

You looked up at him, remembering you had yet to discuss the plan for tonight.

“Leif invited us to have dinner with him.”

“Dinner?”

“Something wrong?”

“No, I just-Does he know I’m coming with you?”

You hesitated with your answer.

“I thought it was best not to bring it up.” You had no interest in answering any other questions and decided to change the subject. “You should start getting ready. We still have a lot of shopping to do.”

“Shopping? For what?”

“We’re having dinner at the Golden Crescent. You’re going to need more than a jacket to get in.”

He pouted, clearly not happy with this new development. You smiled at his antics, finding it just a bit endearing. But his efforts were deliberately slow and you quickly disregarded the notion that he was anything near endearing.    

Once he was ready, you began to guide your course in a path far different from the magnificent structure of the city. Poe had questioned your direction more than once, surprised by the sheltered and narrow streets.

His uncertainty finally subsided once your destination came into view. It had been almost a year since you had reached Coruscant, but the small shop remained unchanged. Bright colors helped distinguish the building from the surrounding shadows.

You wasted no time walking inside. A young Twi'lek girl, with soft lavender skin and a bright smile immediately greeted your arrival.

“Y/N!”

“Kali! It’s wonderful to see you! Where’s your mother?”

Poe watched with amusement as you hugged the young girl. The scene was enough to invite the appearance of another Twi’lek woman, with dark purple skin and the same kind smile as her daughter’s.

She reached forward and embraced you, still as warm and gracious as the first time you had met her. You almost forgot you had a guest with you until the older woman focused her attention behind you.

“I see you’ve brought me another customer.”

Poe seemed a bit uncomfortable, clearly unsure if he could trust the woman with his true identity. You brought a hand to his shoulder and smiled.

“Mila, this is Poe. He’s from the Resistance.”

The older woman nodded, studying his form. “Well then, you are certainly welcomed here. I’m glad Y/N has found herself such a handsome man.”

You cleared your throat, ignoring Poe’s smirk. “We were actually hoping to buy some of your outfits.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Dinner at the Golden Crescent.”

Kali gasped when she heard mention of the restaurant and ran up to her mother. “Can I help Y/N pick out a dress, mommy? Please?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

She grabbed your hand and led you to another corner of the store separated by curtains, leaving Mila to assist Poe with his search for a suit.

She didn’t say much, only offering a word or two while combing through her materials. Poe, uncertain of what to do, looked around in appreciation.

It was a charming shop left completely unbothered by the chaos of the city. Beautiful paintings adorned the walls, along with a few that clearly belonged to Kali. He smiled as he passed her work, fascinated by her depictions of an astromech droid, a Bantha, and something Poe could only identify as a ship. As he neared another of her paintings, he found himself staring at three figures. Poe easily recognized the young girl and her mother, but considered the third figure with features similar to yours.

“Is that Y/N?” Poe asked, pointing to the painting in question.

“Yes.” The older woman didn’t even glance in his direction, far too engrossed in their pursuit. She didn’t allow him to ask for more details as she ushered him inside a fitting room with a suit that she insisted would look quite nice on his form.

He had no interest in protesting her wishes.

Poe changed into the attire, as instructed, and reflected on the image. The more he thought of it, the more he was certain the third figure was your own semblance. There was a significant connection you held with the young girl and her mother and his curiosity was beginning to intensify.

A few minutes passed before he heard your voice, indicating you were no longer in need of an outfit. It occurred to Poe, as your laugh resonated throughout the shop, that he had never seen you quite this happy. He wasn’t too irrational to realize he was partly to blame. He was aware his stubbornness was a feat far too demanding for any individual.

Poe looked into his reflection and was impressed to find the garb Mila had presented him with was quite appealing. He would have to come back at a later date when another mission would require an outfit such as this.

He walked out of the fitting room, exaggerating his strut as he modeled his outfit.  “How do I look?”

You rolled your eyes at his conduct, clearly not amused.

Kali, on the other hand, laughed as she watched him. “You look like a pirate!”

Well, that certainly wasn’t what Poe was expecting. Now it was your turn to laugh as he widened his eyes in mock embarrassment.

Mila shook her head at her daughter’s remarks. “Kali.”

“That’s alright,” he said. Then, turning his attention to Kali, he asked, “But a handsome one, right?”

The young girl shrugged. “I guess.”

That answer was enough for Poe. He tickled her sides as reassurance that her comments had not upset him.

He kept her company while you gave Mila your credits, though she had maintained it was not necessary. The departure was teeming with warm embraces and promises of another visit. Kali had held Poe tightly when he said his goodbyes, but a vow to return with BB-8 seemed to please her.

Mila had observed him more than once while exchanging a few words with you and, with a nod, she embraced you one last time before it was time to leave.

As you wandered to other nearby shops, Poe quickly realized the difference in your demeanor. The energy and wit you had this morning was now replaced with a sudden reluctance to return to your hotel room.

You had been in the process of inspecting a rather large hat at a stall before Poe decided to voice his concerns.

“We should start heading back. It’s getting late.”

He had been met with quite a bit of protest, but you finally relented and allowed him to lead your return. It was a bit of a difficult task to do, however, when Poe would have to chance a glance over his shoulder every so often to make sure you hadn’t wandered off.

It was during another of your stops that Poe, in a moment of annoyance, decided to grab your hand and guide you away from the market stalls.

He was too occupied with his search for the hotel, that he didn’t even notice your glare as you walked in silence.

“You’re still holding my hand.”

Poe turned to meet your gaze. “What?”

You lifted your joined hands and Poe quickly released his hold, mumbling a quick apology.

Your stroll was once again met with silence. Hoping to interrupt the quiet, Poe made an attempt at a conversation.

“So how long have you known Mila and Kali?”

You shrugged. “A few years. I used to visit them whenever Leif was too busy with work.”  

Poe noticed a slight frown at the mention of the senator’s name.

“What happened between you two?”

The question had escaped his lips before he could even consider his words. You didn’t seem to find any reason to answer him and he imagined you didn’t wish to discuss the topic.

“Never mind. Forget I asked.”

He began to walk away before you finally spoke.

“We dated for a bit.” Once you had his attention, you continued. “Our parents had known each other since we were kids and I guess it just made sense. He had convinced me to ask a few friends I had in the Galactic Senate to nominate him as our representative and I let him.

“A few months had passed before I met Mila and Kali during a goodwill tour on Ryloth. Their village had been burned down by stormtroopers and they were in desperate need of aid. When I asked Leif to bring Ryloth’s plight before the Senate, he refused. My testimony was ignored and he persuaded all of the senators to vote against me.” A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “He had used me. He had no intention of helping me present my findings to the New Republic, he only needed me to get him elected.”

Poe finally realized what happened afterwards. “That’s why you joined the Resistance.”  

“I knew the Senate wasn’t going to listen to me, so I thought the Resistance might be more supportive. Leia helped me find allies to relocate the people of Ryloth and we gave them enough credits to find a second chance elsewhere. I couldn’t have done any of that without her.” With a soft chuckle, you added, “She’s pretty incredible.”

Poe couldn’t help but smile.

“She is.”

Another moment of silence passed, but this one was much more comfortable than the previous instant. Finally acknowledging the task at hand, you began to turn away.

“I guess we should start heading back.”

You stopped when you felt Poe reach forward, gently capturing your hand in his.

“Listen, for what it’s worth, being your fiancé isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” Fearing his words had upset you, he tried to correct his remarks. “I mean-what I meant to say was-“

His unfortunate attempts were interrupted when you began to laugh.

“I know,” you offered.

Poe’s gaze settled on your joined hands, noticing neither of you had bothered to release your hold. He began to apologize once again, but you simply held him closer. Offering a warm smile, you gestured towards the direction of the hotel.

“Come on, let’s head back.”

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