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uchiha-7thsingularity · 1 year

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It's been a while. I was sick with covid and exams are coming up. Here's a quick drabble of step parenthood (ft. Felix) if MC was a parent. Pretty long so the others will be separate. Next will be a Rime comfort (poly edition). Relax and enjoy!

Felix Iskander Escellen:

If he didn't admire you over the moon and back. He sure does more so than before. Infinitely. Guilty for keeping you away from your child/children. You assure him daily but worry a little in the back of your head for their well being and his.

You do admit to missing them and talking abundantly about stories you've read to them for nap time. Their favorite meals and snacks. Hobbies they've picked up on for entertainment or simply interest.

Emo prince hasn't put thought into having kids of his own. Not even with Rime, since I think the two had other things on their mind like the school, war, their next meal, and relationship goals. (I do believe those two reflected on their family upbringing and just stared wary of the topic altogether or put a pin on it for the future.) Anyway he respects your parenting skills unless he had an opinion or two on what you could do differently to assess a situation/ argument. Man barely knows how to take care of children...but you still ask him for advice or his insight on a matter to reflect your decisions in the future.

After everything that you two went through he figures a way to have portals open between both your worlds. When you ask him if he wants to meet your kid/ kids he is hesitant about first impressions. He would absolutely still want to get to know your own kin. Don't know if you had an ex or are a widow but that's another conversation for another time. Or you've talked about it beforehand. If your ex or the other parent figure is still around will solely respect their part in the kid's lives. (He knows well enough of having divorced parents himself. File childhood trauma away to deal with another time.)

Constantly you remind him to not be nervous and that you've talked to your child/kids earlier on meeting him. And they agreed wholeheartedly. Unless the kid is a baby/toddler then you have to reassure him even more to relax and take a breath.

Apprehensive to a tee. He wants to be on cloud 9 and has reread every parent book or communications novelties to prepare him for his first impressions. You have to pinch his cheeks and reassure him that no matter his impressions your children would love him just as much as you do. This man is grateful for your kind words but on the inside he is screeching.

Upon meeting your child/children the tension is thick, as soon as, they burst question after question and info dumping about you and earth. And the things they've heard about him along the way from you. 'Do you have real skulls in your sock drawers? Is there such as thing as walking skeleingtons/ beasts? Can your kitty summon demons or better yet duplicate herself?' He's blinking gradually trying to grasp the curiosity he himself now has. Now he feels like an idiot for worrying and has a new purpose.

Infodumps. *smartass face appears* shares his entire experiences/ experiments to his new star pupil/pupils. He gets so lost relinquishing his knowledge of life and death into a wide-eyed kid/kids who is giddy to play with his mysterious goo summoned from the void. 🤯

Now safe to say if they were an infant the baby is nuzzling their head into his neck while giggling nonstop. He is nervous to hold them 😨 but the baby just bangles nonsense and wraps their tiny hands around his finger while looking up at him 😶 while having their binkie.

At one point he looks at you with such adoration you return it with pure tenderness that the kid/kids makes disgusted face at your lovey-dovey affection. (They'll understand if or when they fall in love. Whether platonic or romantic). Hours spent teaching and reading to the point they both pass out on the couch with drool on the pillows. (Adorable)

Felix attempts to make lunches with you for them to take to school. Might slip a note in with a treat without you knowing cause he likes to spoil them. ;) they got him wrapped around their finger for a get-out-of-grounding card.

Buys them toys and outfits. Again if they are still a toddler or infant the baby clothes make him tear up and gush about their tiny hands and feet. 🥰

One day you spot him coloring in a sketchbook while sipping his lemon tea while your child just sips their juice copying his every move. He acts like he doesn't know but he does.

His favorite time is reading them a bedtime story and seeing them lull asleep by his voice and yours. Then you fall asleep and he just appreciates the little soft moments he's gotten to have by his fair share of mistakes. Doesn't know how the hell he got here to have a found family.

Imagine he lets him do his massacre one day and looks foolish but keeps it on. Sage and anisa make jokes but he sweeps them aside.

One day he shows you an empty room he plans to renovate for your loved ones to have their own room. Man's a keeper! :)

Will always let them call him whatever they like for ex: fe, pa, Papa, sir, mister. Won't pressure them into calling him those names but will be more concerned if they feel comfortable or safe. (Maybe in the future they can sit and talk about their friendship) for the moment their both content on learning more about each other.

Writing ain't perfect. Trying to improve. Still working on rime route chapter one.

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saibh29 · 6 years

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The Blade

Pairing: Roan / Reader

Warning: Angst.... think that’s it.

Request: Nonny request for a Roan fic of any sort, hope this fits the bill.

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You very carefully reached out letting one finger trail down the middle of the sword blade hung on the wall by the windows. The sun glinted through them making sparks of rainbow coloured light fly off of the blade and warm the cold heart of the steel. It was a magnificent weapon designed for kings and commanders, meant for great feats and deeds. None of which you were qualified to achieve. You didn’t even know why you were here in this room when you should be downstairs with the rest of your friends and people getting packed up to leave Polis.

“Do you like it?”

You jumped slightly at the voice coming from behind you. You hadn’t heard anyone come up behind you or even enter the room, but then again you guessed the King of Polis and Commander of the twelve tribes was probably pretty good at being unheard if he chose to be.

“It’s a beautiful blade” you admitted continuing to stare at the sword.

“Indeed”

You hadn’t turned away from the weapon but could feel him now against your back. He was stood so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him. “How’s the bullet wound doing?”

“I’ll live”

His hands came out to rest on your waist squeezing slightly. It was the most contact you’d had with each other since he’d been shot. Since you’d watch him fall to the floor, you’d thought he was dead. Thought that he was gone from the world forever and it broken a piece of your heart that you didn’t realise he owned.

The warmth of his fingers sent tingles over your skin and made goosebumps trail up your arms even through the material of your clothes, proving that he was definitely alive and well. Even with the feelings he was conjuring up in you, you still shook your head fractionally.

“We can’t do this again Roan. We can’t go there”

“Why is that?” one hand had moved from your waist up to your neck pushing the hair away. “Because I don’t remember making that agreement or really any kind deal of that nature”

You found yourself being spun around to face him trapped between his body and the wall.

“Roan I mean it, it was a mistake to think that people would accept us being together, that this could ever work”

He didn’t move away from you but he had at least stopped touching you which let your brain start to work again. Instead he was just using his much larger body to trap you there right where he wanted you to be.

“We were making it work just fine” his voice was low and calm as he continued to stare down at you. “Someone said something to you”

It wasn’t a question so you didn’t answer him. Instead finally finding some strength you pushed past him and found some free space in the middle of the room where you could breathe again without being surrounded by him.

“Roan you’re the King of Polis. You’re Azgeda. You’re everything that my people are fighting against hell your guards have decreed that every member of Skaikru needs to leave Polis immediately. You have every reason to hate me, for me to hate you”

“But you don’t”

“What… I don’t?”

He came towards you once more each step he was taking towards you was taking away your oxygen again with his proximity. “You don’t hate me Y/N” he was very close again and as he got closer the reasons why you needed to stay away from him were getting harder and harder to remember. Those reasons that said you needed to be downstairs leaving Polis. “And I don’t hate you”

“I want to hate you though” you muttered “It would be so much easier if I hated you”

“Easier for who?”

He was right next to you again your faces close together. “For everyone” you whispered “For both of us. Roan I have to leave. We’ve all been ordered to leave immediately”

Roan brushed hair gently away from your face. “You could stay” his voice was low as his forehead came forward to rest against your own. “You could stay with me?”

You finally reached up and gently put your fingers on his cheeks tracing the line of his jaw before letting your hands rest on his shoulders. “You know I can’t”

You raised yourself up onto your tip toes pressing your lips just off centre of his mouth. Trying to remember everything about the feel of his skin under your lips and his hand resting just on the back of your hip.

“Goodbye Roan”

He didn’t speak again as you pulled away from him and walked slowly from the room. You couldn’t stop yourself turning at the door to get one more look at him. Catching his eyes you offered him a small smile before shutting the door on more than just one person’s heart.

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valoisfulcanelli · 7 years

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Simblr Story Meme

I was tagged by @fallynephemeron - thank you!

Here’s a fun thing: YOU’VE BEEN TAGGED! Let’s talk about your story! Here’s what you do:

1. How many stories are you writing?

Uh, too many! I have more ideas than I can keep up with. I regularly fall in love with my characters and want to write all their stories, but I can barely keep up with the stories I’m already working on. Most of them end up as little visual side-arcs and snippet posts here on Tumblr.

Right now, I am actively writing just two: The Madness of Mr Goth, and The Rose. However, waiting in the wings and always pulling at my attention are:

Lullaby - The story of a male nanny who becomes obsessed with the man who hires him

Argentum Lucem - The story of a fae healer and a vampire, whose 1000-year relationship is frowned upon by their peers

Hollow House - The story of two rockstars and the unexpected result of a one night stand

The Knight’s Tale - The story of a young medieval farmer with latent magical talents, and the knight who has been guarding a family secret for decades

Ocean Wild - The story of a solitary writer and a loner computer programmer thrown together in a backwater town

And a lot more besides.

2. What’s your favorite story/favorite post you’ve written?

Favourite story would be The Madness of Mr Goth. Favourite post (in this case, favourite chapter) would be chapter 11 from that story, wherein Valois negotiates with Death for Gunther’s immortality. I feel that the prose in that chapter worked beautifully to convey the mood I was aiming for: Valois’s desperation and the vague underlying fear he was holding at bay.

The cemetery was, if anything, colder than the rest of the town. Valois did not flinch as frost rimed his skin and clothing, and he came to a halt in a small bare patch between the tombstones, waiting as the Lords gathered behind him. Something small and scratchy scuttled over the toe of his boot, but he paid it no mind. There were plenty of crawling, scratching things here, and one of them might soon be him if this did not go well.

3. Who do you personally ship in your story?

Oh god, all of them! Valois and Gunther, obviously. Arcturus and Elsanine. Elliott and Sebastian. And my poly rocker boys: Valois, Cal, and Ten. Those are my main ships.

4: Who do you think has had the most character development in your story (bonus: why)

People might expect me to say ‘Valois’ here, but I’m actually going with Gunther. He undergoes an incredible emotional change throughout the story, if you look at how he was when it started (holding his life together by sheer determination and force of will), at how he is now (at peace with everything, but still needing someone else to guide his life), and if you know how he’ll be by the end of it (which I’m not going to reveal just yet).

5. Tag 3 story simblrs that you’ve been reading!

I’ve not really been reading much at all lately, but I’ll tag @randomsquirrel - whose story I have been keeping up with - and anyone else who hasn’t done this yet, but wants to.

#memes #Simblr story meme #text post

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