#Im going to treasure the siblings i have in this world. i still have them. its not only greiving. but oh my fucking god i miss them so much

[tommy-trusty]

I miss my brothers so much, I am in a constant state of waiting to come home and find ghostbur or wilbur waiting for me.

#it feels like my soul is being ripped apart. im really never going to see them again am i. im going to yell #or blast mitski. I LOOK UP AT THE GAPS OF SUNLIIGHT / I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING! I DONT NEED THE WORLD TO SEE THAT IVE BEEN THE BEST I #CAN BE BUT I DONT THINK I COULD STAND TO BE WHERE YOU DONT SEE MEEE #no but really i feel like someone reached into my chest and ripped my heart out and stomped on it over and over and over #Im going to treasure the siblings i have in this world. i still have them. its not only greiving. but oh my fucking god i miss them so much #its not going a while without seeing them. its that theyre gone now. forever. forever. #they'll never send a letter or a text to say hi. never stop by. never even pass by. i want to scream at the heavens for taking them away #from me but everything prime does is for a purpose and I know it is right. I thank prime for my time with them but I have a right to grieve #and grieve i will. grieve i will. #vent #dsmp kin #tommyinnit kin #tommy kin #fictionkin #wil im so sorry. im so sorry. i love you. i miss you i miss you i miss you

[saltielena]

double posting but i HAVE to get this conversation i had with one of my friends last night out into jrwiblr

listen. we all like /r ships!! or at least tolerate them. but. god damnit i prioritize good friendship building

immediately riptide comes to mind because yeah i do love fnc romantically but god damnit theyre best friends. these two things can coexist, but if i had to choose, id absolutely hope they had a fucking banger friendship.

i think i treasure just albatrios friendship alltogether. im a jay ferin enjoyer (and if you arent youre WRONG) and i fucking adore her dynamic with these two equally loser guys. her dynamic with chip means so much to me (it reminds me of me and my found sibling. albatrio is us and our other one fr fr!!!) and im SO tired of people sleeping on it. im also a navyseal enjoyer 💪💪 /p or /r

and i wanna say that a lot of fandoms minimize characters in ships to just that: part of a ship. i fucking hate it

people act like lizzie has no character outside of pistolwhip. i love her cringefail strong lady autism. cocme on.

this is a problem i see with a lot of fandoms, not just jrwi, and tumblr does their best to avoid doing this but i still!!1!! god

every jrwi character in any campaign does have a distinct personality by themselves, and im always going to advocate for people to see it. these characters are all fucking masterfully written and played. im so glad jrwi characters dont just have two personality traits and call it a day (though ive seen a lot of people say this about them which??? where is that coming from).

i mean, i just really prefer a ship to Add to a character than Be their character. (tangent: i am a horror movie fan. ive watched tons of slashers. if you write horror. do not make this mistake. do not be final destination 3.) any relationship between characters, friendly, romantic, hostile, anything. should not be their only personality trait. and jrwi does this shit perfectly

i love every character individually first, but its hard to not love them as groups aswell. i mean for fucks sakes the campaigns DEPEND on them being teams because its fucking dnd, but its the characters in a vacuum that really makes me love them.

i dont just love timothy rand for being part of nbr. i love him because hes a paranoid, stupid autism boy who is so hung up on his past it literally fucking tries to kill him. i love dakota cole because he wants to believe the world is naturally good, because he wants people to have a chance, and because hes so fucking relatable to an autistic audience. i love peter sqloint because hes a nerdy guy collecting rocks and his “only character motivation” was finding a log for his pet lizard. i love jay ferin because shes carving her own path, learning to live for others instead of survive, and fighting for what she really fucking believes in.

this even applies to npcs. every fucking jrwi character ive seen so far is endearing as hell and thats so important to me. theyre all distinct in their own ways and its taking over my brain.

tldr: jay ferin 💪💪

#jrwi #prime defenders #jrwi riptide #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi bitb #vyncent sol #dakota cole #jay ferin #william wisp #ashe winters #chip bastard #gillion tidestrider #graaaaaaaaaaaah #jrwi thanatos #kian stone #rolan deep #timothy rand #jrwi rumi #peter sqloint #michaels character essays

[herequeerexitentialfear]

Solstices and the Siblings Birthdays.

so belated happy birthday to Celia [& Mura but this aint about her] im gonna go ham on solstice symbology for her & Cecio. Enjoy!!

[Celia & Cecio arent necessarily born on the solstices, but they are close enough that they celebrate their birthdays on them, as an easily memorable date that others celebrate]

so. Celia's birthday is the 21 of December [and the pwotr equivalent] [technically you could say today is also her bday bc the solstice if the important part]

now this is darkest night of the year, so ha ha born into darkness, but born into darkness, and reaching towards light. Celia braves onward through the dark, fighting slowly, second by second, to make a brighter world. its braving it through the later half of winter, when progress seems so small, all to one day turn around and feel the warm sun on your face for hours and hours, to have you whole days lit up by light. fighting on, remembering that triumph is made up of small steps, small victories.

Cecio's birthday is the summer solstice, [and a stupidly important date to me, as both a solstice, the date of an important festival and the closest thing i have to a brothers birthday. its also Georgie's birthday.]

the summer solstice is a celebration, but one of preparing for the long winter ahead, to see the coming darkness and revel in the peak of light, revel in the light that you fought for to come back. its a time of community and solidarity, of enjoying the light and also reminding yourselves that you will fight against the dark, you will enjoy this day again next year, and that no matter what, you will have each other. it is a day to celebrate the light and come together to fight the oncoming darkness.

its a day of celebration of the good, and a day of mourning of the bad, but remembering that next year you will be together once again under the bright seemingly never ending sun. i would say its bittersweet, but its not quite. its tears of grief on dancing bodies, strength coexisting with grief, screaming to the world that you will rise again, you will survive the winter, and dance once again under the summer solstice sun with those you love. its a time to look back upon with fondness.

Cecio is born to the sun, the joy, but it slip's away, yet he will always treasure the light in the shabby flat, the light of his family, and their love. still, he descends, even as he fights it with those golden memories. his father, his rule, drags him into the darkness, down and down, even the memory of whats good not letting him fight back as much as he wants, the shortened days making him struggle to even think that much warmth and light can exist in one day, with people who care. so he descends, the light and love being drained out of him.

only for him to reach his darkest hour, and who is there but his sister, the winter solstice, and the night after, the promise of a brighter tomorrow. it will be a hard fight, a long one, but they will dance beneath the summer solstice sun once again! it will be long, and slow and hard, but they will fight for the light, and they will find it once again, together, the best way to fight the dark.

#thebirdwrites #gold & silver #celia #cecio #if you cant tell i love the solstices and get emotional about the summer one

[kazubnnys]

genshin impact characters as my lovely lovely friends~

cw: a little cursing from me bc i love these people very much-

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[koaeel] // kuki shinobu

is honestly just really done with all of us.

trying his best.

is honestly either just spacing out or doesn’t care abt what’s going on.

get’s really smiley when talking about his nerdy interests.

is always busy doing something or the other but somehow always makes time for everyone and everything.

almost cried when i tried to roll on xiao banner because i promised him i would save for kazuha and it freaked him out.

[bananaboi] // childe (main)

can’t go two minutes without making a fucking deez nuts joke.

constantly talks about how much he loves men (is in his ‘im a sigma male’ phase)

we have a love-hate relationship.

actually a hidden softie tho…treasures his siblings and friends more than anything in this world.

swears he hates genshin impact but tolerates me when i rant about it (and does his research on the side so that its not a one sided convo)

[classicalquantum] // zhongli

talks like he’s writing a thesis paper.

is the oldest so is constantly assuming the role of the parent and is the only one with any braincells.

accompanies us younger ones when we go somewhere so that he can make sure we’re safe and sound.

literally my dad.

literally types essays, is always ready to offer advice, and is the smartest person i know.

taught me the bass over zoom in an hour just because i wanted to learn and then we went on to play together at a concert 💀

[pixels] // hu tao

this bitch. he’s freaking radiant in val and still plays with us, his iron friends, just because it’s ‘fun’

sarcastic mf, and honestly, his humor is somehow always on point.

has been through a lot in his past but copes with it through humor and simply not caring about it anymore.

honestly the sweetest person. was willing to stay up till 1 am with me just because i was feeling a little off.

has the weirdest humor, but it’s okay because he literally always carries the vibe…we all adore him honestly <3

is classicalquantum’s younger brother so we constantly hear them cross over each other’s calls and it’s the funniest thing.

[silvyy] // amber

literally my favorite person on this planet.

her humor is somehow always on point and her jokes are honestly so fucking funny.

willing to hear anyone out and offer them a hug… she’s so sweet it’s hard to believe she’s a real person sometimes.

have i mentioned she’s really really funny?

always wishes everyone good morning and good evening, and makes sure to check in on anyone who may not be feeling great.

so smart. she got a 103/100 on a calc test that the rest of the class averaged a 60% on.

[doesnthavediscord] // venti

he comes to school like once every week, makes a random dick joke and then disappears.

bro please come to school more often, we miss you and your british-self :((

[playsnin10do] // xiao

if you see this, are you okay? do you need a hug??

refuses to believe that we actually enjoy his presence T^T

is either fangirling over anime women or just in his emo phase.

bro we are your friends please open up to us-

cracked at arcade games.

[notsakuraa] // yae miko

their vocabulary is literally just “L + ratio”

makes fun of everyone constantly and is the cheekiest piece of shit.

cares for everyone just shows it in a really weird way…as in shows it never. sometime when we’re really down they might slide into our dms and like send a “keqing loves you” gif but that’s the max.

listens to me rant and carries me in genshin.

constantly smirking and teasing those around them…and always has a comeback for literally everything.

would sell their soul for keqing.

[blues] // albedo

she’s literally albedo irl. she loves art and is constantly sketching in her sketchbook.

flirts with people she feels close to and doesn’t usually say much unless she feels comfortable with you.

her biggest dream is to have pink skin.

can be really blunt and plays genshin with my brother when he needs help with stuff.

has a really really big heart <3

[quandaledingle] // diona

hates everyone and everything.

really sassy.

thinks being a nerd is a cool thing and tells me i can’t be one bc i haven’t taken physics.

so so mean, has no chill with her humor.

nice to us sometimes. tutored me in chem when i was struggling and though she may act like she hates us, she never denies our asks lol

me // [wei] // thoma or bennett

always confused.

has the worst luck and literally always gets baited in valorant.

my friend said “really protective and loyal” and “is somehow always there to listen to problems we have”

unintentionally funny.

#—wei.writes #genshin impact #genshin

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Im sorry, I don't know if you're open, if you aren't then feel free to ignore this :")

But if you are, this might be a random idea but can i get Diluc, Xiao and Childe's reaction when they learn that their GN! S/O has a natural skill to train slimes? I just think the vision of an adventurer reader constantly being followed by a small group of slime or them using them as pillows when they camp out is just too cute TwT

*:･ﾟ✧ this request is so cute hnnn i remember playing slime rancher a whole lot so this request makes me so happy <3

diluc x gn!reader, xiao x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

tw: none

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr

• It was at your camp when Diluc found out about your natural affinity to garner slimes.

• Both of you just finished exterminating Abyss Mages in Windrise so you two ventured back to the Dawn Winery. The bad part is that it was nighttime, so you and Diluc had to make camp. It wasn't rare for you two to camp out, but it was the first few times that you and Diluc camped out together.

• You two act like an old-married couple but in the wilderness. Diluc fixes up the tent and prepares the ingredients while you start cooking. As much as you wanted Diluc to cook his signature steak, you settled for a hearty stew. Sometimes, if Diluc is feeling lighthearted, he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

• These were the moments that you treasured. You know Diluc had a tough time showing emotion and you were proud of him for taking the step forward. The fact that you have his arms around you is also a bonus, though.

• You two enjoyed the moment together, feeling his warmth as you spooned his food into his bowl, you heard the rustling of grass. Diluc tensed, summoning his claymore as he placed himself in front of you. You appreciated the sight of his crimson hair and broad back if not for the fact that the monsters that showed up were mere slimes.

• You giggled when you heard Diluc's sharp sigh through his nose. You set down the bowls and touched Diluc's shoulder. "Let me handle this."

• He watches you in mild interest, watching you go near the slimes. He nearly stepped in when the three slimes are hopping closer but he froze when he sees you pet the slimes like they were dogs. The three little Dendro slimes cuddled up to you like puppies at you cooed at them.

• Diluc watched, flabbergasted at the sight. You looked so... in your element that he wondered if you did this normally. It was only a few conversations about slime training that you did do this normally and that you actually owned a ranch with a lot of slimes that you corralled by yourself.

• He's honestly impressed by how efficient your ranch is. Each slime is corralled depending on their element and the secretions that they emit are all sold to the people who need it, more specifically Albedo who never seems to not run out on slime excretions. Your entire ranch is perfect that he can't help but be proud of how much you accomplished.

• If you allow it, he also commissions you to get slime secretions specific for his drinks. He would be remiss not to use these slimes to the fullest advantage. Of course, he pays you always in full whenever he does and you giggle when Diluc gives you a knowing look when people compliment his newest concoction.

• If you roped in Diluc in ranching, he'd be a walking stick. He'd be so frozen on the spot that you had to bite your lip to prevent saliva from going everywhere when you laugh. It was funny to see the man use a vacuum only for the Geo slimes to hit his face. You're always there to bandage his scratched face and the excuse towards people and Kaeya is that he got stuck fighting a finicky Abyss Mage.

• But Kaeya ain't gonna let the image of a Geo slime slamming itself onto his brother's face go anytime soon.

✧ Xiao

• He found out when he was chasing off demon-possessed monsters.

• It was any normal night where Xiao has to purge the evil in the land of Liyue. Some Hilichurls, some Mitachurls, even the run-of-the-mill treasure hoarders causing too much trouble, Xiao continued on. During this night, he was busy chasing the last remaining Hilichurl, using his Anemo powers to keep up with it. He was at a much closer distance now, his arm tensing as he readied to plunge the monster--

• Plop plop! The sound of cryo slimes bouncing up towards the Hilichurl. In a comedic twist of fate, the slimes started clumping up to the monster, leaving it a shivery cold mess at it stopped itself from how cold it was. Xiao gently lowered himself on the ground, looking at the sight with a blank stare.

• Hearing the sound of footsteps, he brandished his spear, eyes flitting over to the perpetrator before it turned out to be you. You were holding a geo slime in your arms as more slimes followed you like puppies. Your eyes widened at the appearance of Xiao with his brandished spear and a Hilichurl getting cuddled to hypothermia by your cryo slimes.

• "Hi, honey?"

• It took you an hour, the first few minutes are you trying to pry Xiao from killing the slimes when they got too close to you, to show Xiao that you have a natural affinity to train slimes. You showed him your ranch and all of the slimes that you've trained so far. Xiao was like a confused cat, eyes widening at each new addition to your ranch. He has to confess on how obscure this talent was, even for mortal standards.

• Still, it puts his mind at ease when he knows that you're safe with a bunch of slimes at your side. Even with their soft bodies and brainless... brains, Xiao knows that they'll at least be a distraction for you to run away.

• But still, to see you so content with a dendro slime as a pillow, watching your relaxed smile... He wishes he had more to his thighs to allow you to sleep on him instead. He grits his teeth every time he has to look at your sleeping form, with a slime underneath your head looking just as content as you are.

✧ Childe

• Out of everyone here, I think Childe would be the least surprised considering at some point, his younger siblings tried to ranch slimes only to end up frozen and sitting next to the fireplace. After a stern lecture from both his parents and older siblings, he can't help but think that whoever would do the same thing would be way too idiotic--

• Oh wait, you do it? Childe thinks it's the cutest thing in the world! Disregard the admonished stares of his younger siblings, saying that he was a simp hypocrite. He loves it and you!

• He enjoys watching you tend to the slimes like they were your own kids. He's like a little kid, watching his older sibling do something cool. If you were able to squint, you could see a little bit of a glimmer shining in Childe's eyes as you teach him how to take care of the slimes.

• Regardless, he's an excellent student. He picks up on how to take care of slimes fast to the point that he could've been your permanent helper. He handles all the heavy lifting, such as moving heavy toys for the slimes to play with, the feed that slimes needed, lifting you up in the air and twirling you around like you two are newlyweds (honestly, the image of you two settling down in a slime farm seems like the best thing Childe could think of).

• If possible, he asks if you can expand your ranch towards Snezhnaya where his siblings can watch you work. He can practically see his younger siblings' faces as you taught them how to care of slimes amidst the freezing weather. Even when Childe has to walk off the jabs that they've done to his side for falling in love with a slime rancher, he's still thinking on what ring to get.

• Remember that he's a family man and he wants to settle down at some point. Sure, he has an insatiable bloodlust but when you came along, the hunger for violence dwindled down. Each time he sees you regard slimes like they were your own children, each time you slap slime secretion on his face to instigate a play fight, each time you kiss him when he comes back from his mission; all of those things made him remember that he wasn't Tartaglia or Childe. He was Ajax, with a light in his eyes and a bunch of slime children to wrangle.

• Of course, he's still a child at heart, so if he sees you getting comfy with a slime pillow, bet he's gonna yank that slime from under you and replace it with his thighs. His thighs are packin', at least better than Xiao's, and you can feel them tense if you run your fingers over them.

• This is why you lose precious sleep and have Childe do all your chores for you. And no he gets no payment in kisses.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc imagines #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #xiao #xiao imagines #xiao x reader #childe #childe imagines #childe x reader

[smilepebble]

ok heres the au i was talking about

i thought of this one pmd2 au like last week as i was falling asleep but i don't think there's a way to describe it in a non lengthy way so im just gonna try my best here

so it's kinda like a typical swap au where hero (who is still a human) is stealing the time gears and grovyle befriends partner except they both have amnesia. hero's amnesia is not as severe as grovyle's and they remember the mission and where the time gears are, but doesn't remember grovyle or any of the other future pokemon, or even the fact that they came from the future. they still have the injury that they got from darkrai, and they can feel their strength slowly starting to fade, and the injury starting to hurt more and more. not only is the world ending all around them, but they can feel themselves dying.

meanwhile, grovyle, with no memory other than his own name, meets partner and they kinda go through the game like normal for awhile (i like to think they have a sibling dynamic ^_^)

anyway once hero's wanted poster is revealed grovyle recognizes their name but nothing else. he tells partner but no one else until the two of them ask dusknoir about it.

in this case, that convo with dusknoir happens after the wanted poster is revealed. dusknoir was already pretty much convinced that the grovyle in treasure town was the one he knew, but this confirms to him that grovyle has amnesia.

grovyle and partner soon run into hero at the underground lake, but at this point, hero hasn't remembered anything yet, and the scene goes pretty much the same to how it does normally

during the fight at crystal lake, things start to get really out of hand. right when hero is about to land a devastating attack on grovyle, they start to remember who he is. they kind of panic and end up knocking out grovyle anyway, and when they try to attack partner, dusknoir appears to stop them. hero flees soon after, but leaves something of theirs behind. (like a dagger or something idk) anyway that item eventually ends up in grovyle's possession.

dusknoir reveals that he's from the future and hero is too, pretty much the same as the game. the same plan is carried out as well, resulting in hero's capture, and grovyle and partner are dragged to the future in the end.

hero, grovyle, and partner all escape from the stockade (this time, hero tells grovyle to use dig, which surprises him and partner, since how would they know he knows that move? he decides that hero probably remembered it from the crystal lake fight)

after the stockade, hero tries to get grovyle and partner to come along with them, but they can't convince the two of them, especially partner, that they're trustworthy, and they just go ahead by themselves.

partner is especially freaked out here, bc well. they almost died back in the stockade, dusknoir just betrayed them, they're in the dark future without knowing how to get back, but also, seeing and talking with hero gives them this really strange and almost unsettling feeling, like something went horribly wrong somewhere.

the dark future section goes the same for a while, and eventually grovyle and partner rescue hero from spiritomb. hero explains the truth of the planets paralysis, but doesn't mention grovyle for some reason. in fact, when asked if hero knows grovyle, hero says no, but they look a little sad when they say it. (grovyle notices this, partner doesn't)

when the three of them go to celebi, hero tells grovyle and partner to stay behind while they talk to celebi (hero makes up some bad excuse like "celebi is a scary and dangerous pokemon and might attack you if she doesn't know you" although grovyle thinks that doesn't sound quite right)

grovyle and partner follow from a distance as hero and celebi make their way to the passage of time, but once they get there, everyone gets ambushed by the sableye. grovyle and partner are pushed out of hiding and celebi immediately recognizes grovyle. hero apologizes for all of the confusion and tries to challenge dusknoir, but then dialga appears. dusknoir reveals that hero and grovyle were partners and the whole amnesia thing. the whole group is kinda shocked that hero didn't mention it, despite knowing all of this. its then that hero reveals that they don't have much longer to live, their injury will take them out in a matter of hours at best. so they try to fight dusknoir anyway. but before they can do that, partner asks celebi to teleport them forward and hero, partner and grovyle all escape.

however, hero's injury combined with the passage of time causes something strange to happen, and instead of dying, they wake up as a pokémon. after the initial confusion, hero, grovyle and partner decide to regather the time gears.

partner's ominous feeling is only amplified by seeing hero as a pokémon, and they realize that it's a feeling of déja vu, even though they know they've never met any other pokémon of hero's species. hero and partner talk about it while watching the sunrise (or maybe sunset?) and hero says they had the same ominous feeling. the two of them wonder if they met in a past life.

i don't really know how it ends yet lol. if anyone has any ideas ill be glad to hear em

#op #pmd #explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #explorers of sky #pmd au #i hope this is like. readable lol. sometimes when i write like straight from the brain it doesnt make any sense #death talk tw

[shcherbatskya]

okay here’s the much awaited (at least for me) first chapter of my multi chapter fic, where we go from here! it will be below the cut but i’m also uploading it to ao3 here

It was supposed to be a run-of-the-mill ghoul hunt. They’d be back in a day at most. But it had been more than a day and Jack was getting worried. Normally he wouldn't be this on edge, but Sam was off the grid with Eileen and wouldn't be in range for a few days. Dean and Cas had gone to Tennessee three days ago to deal with a call from a concerned local authority who got their number after another hunter had stopped by the town to deal with a vampire nest. They’d promised Jack they would call him if they really needed him, but they hadn't been picking up his calls or listening to any of his voicemails. So he did the only thing someone with the innermost thoughts of a four-year-old would. He contacted the first person he could think of that Dean and Cas cared about, minus Sam.

Claire was doing the normal thing to be doing at one in the morning on a Tuesday. Sleeping. She was understandably alarmed when someone knocked on the door at that hour. She opened the door, marine-grade knife in hand (a birthday present from Dean), to a kid no older than herself.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing at my house at two in the morning,” she questioned.

“Hi! I’m Jack.” He raised his hand and did a little wave.

“Okay, Jack, still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“I’m sort of your little brother? Did Dean and Cas not tell you?”

Dean and Cas? Huh. They had mentioned a kid, but she had expected a toddler not a teenage boy. “The god kid?”

“Yeah!”

“Huh. Okay then, so why aren’t you with Dean and Cas right now? They kick you out or something?”

“No, they’ve been on a hunting trip. They haven’t been home or answered any of my calls in a few days,” he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, “I came here to see if you’d help me look for them.”

Claire could see how worried the kid was and if anything she was no stranger to absent parents and she’d stop anyone going through that if she could. Plus it’s not like she had anything better to do these days.

“Okay but you have to let me get the rest of my night’s sleep. I’ll pack a bag and we’ll hit the road tomorrow morning.”

Jack was pretty much beaming at her now, it was evident that he looked up to Claire from what Dean and Cas had told him about her. Kaia, who he regularly talked to, also told him a lot about Claire. She was like the sibling he never had!

Claire already had a bag packed. It was her ‘drop everything, something bad has happened and I need to haul ass’ bag, so far she hadn’t had to use it aside from one time she just didn’t feel like packing a real bag. She didn’t think she ever would have to, but here she was. The stakes of the whole ordeal hadn’t set in her mind until now. If they didn’t find them or get there in time, Dean and Cas could be dead. They could be dead right now. She put those thoughts out of her mind, in favor of the more optimistic outlook of Jack’s probably just paranoid. She still couldn’t sleep very well that night.

Jack was still sitting on the couch in the living room. Claire still lived with Jody and the other girls so he couldn’t do much else without waking someone up. He eventually fell asleep on the couch. He woke up when Claire came into the room.

“You ready to go or what?” She asked.

“Yeah yeah im ready,” he mumbled back, still half asleep.

“Do you want me to drive?” Claire asked.

“I don’t have a car,” Jack said, with a look like it was the most obvious thing in the world that he wouldn’t have a car.

“How the hell did you get here then?”

“I can teleport.”

“I guess I’m driving then.”

Claire put her bag in the back seat and Jack took the passenger seat of Claire’s old Subaru. And they were off.

“So where are we going”

“Dean said they were going to Tennessee for a ghoul hunt. Someone in a small town called them, I’m not sure what town though.”

“Well, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover, then.”

They did have a lot of ground to cover. The seventeen-hour drive from South Dakota to Tennessee was a lot in and of itself, but to try and find Dean and Cas without having a clue where to look was another story.

“Do you want to look in the news for somewhere to start?” Claire asked, not looking away from the road. “Maybe if you found something in our lane we could take care of that and see if they knew anything about Dean and Cas.”

“Good idea.” Jack seemed to be happy just being out of the bunker and having something to do. He pulled out his phone to look at any news, he looked at all the major cities first. There weren’t that many. Nothing in Nashville or Knoxville.

“Heres something! A public works director in Chattanooga ran over the city treasurer with a car.”

“That just sounds like regular murder. Probably for money or something, maybe they wanted the position.”

“Yeah but there have been an increasing number of murder cases there, way more than normal, all in the past two weeks. It’s worth a shot, isn’t it? If it’s not our thing then we can just move on.”

“Chattanooga here we come, I guess,” Claire said. It wasn’t exactly the place she had thought of when thinking of the trip, she’d imagined a lot more action and less investigating a murder in Tennessee. But hey, it’s not for her sake. If it gets Dean and Cas back safe it’s worth it in her eyes.

About another hour passed in relative silence. It was going to get awkward if they were like this for another 12 hours.

“So do you listen to music?” Claire asked, just to break the silence.

“Yeah, I do. Mostly whatever Dean listens to.”

“Well do you want to play something?”

“Sure!” He seemed oddly excited about something as ordinary as picking the music, but he mostly rode in the car with Dean which means other people seldom got their say in what they listened to. Claire’s car had an aux cable which was also more than one could say about Baby. Jack really didn’t listen to much, he would listen to Disney soundtracks on occasion, but those are a sort of ‘listen to it once then it gets annoying’ thing.

“What are your thoughts on lo-fi hip hop beats to chill/study/sleep to,” Jack asked in a way that didn’t really sound like a question.

“There is really nothing else you can think of. In your super powerful angel kid brain, all you can think of is lo-fi beats to chill/study/sleep to.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Truth be told Claire would rather listen to anything but lo-fi beats at the moment, but when put on the spot like that it’s hard to come up with an idea.

“We could just take turns playing songs for a while.”

It was a flat stretch of land for a good amount of miles up ahead so Claire didn’t need to focus so much energy on watching the road.

They went back and forth, Jack played Rainbow Connection from the Muppets and Claire played Celebrity Skin by Hole, so on and so forth. They went on like this for a while, Jack really liked Abba apparently. They eventually agreed on one of the premade “road trip” playlists on spotify. It was mostly dad rock.

“You still need to eat and stuff, right?”

“Yes, I may be part angel but I still have human DNA and organs.”

“Do you want to stop soon? It might be nice to stay overnight somewhere and just get there in the afternoon.”

“Sure. Saint Lewis isn’t too far away from here.”

They stopped at a shitty fast food restaurant and then went to try and find a motel. Instead of stopping directly in Saint Lewis, they decided to go nearer to Mark Twain National Park, as they figured they would find better luck finding somewhere available without a reservation. And they did. A shabby-looking motel almost directly off the one-lane road. They headed inside and sure enough, there were more than enough rooms. It was by no means the most pleasant place either of them had stayed, but it would do for the night. They’d be out early tomorrow morning. They checked in, the woman working at the desk couldn’t have been more than in her early twenties, which wasn’t what you would think of when you walked in, but they’d seen more suspicious things. Claire dumped her bag at the end of the bed closest to the door.

#samael speaks #sammy sires #jack kline #claire novak #supernatural #spn #ill reblog this and tag people in a sec hold on

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hi there!! are there any fics you’re reading right now that you would recommend? i need something good after the season we’ve been given so far 😣

hello there!

I agree, this season has been disappointing - especially considering it’s the last one. but thankfully, our fandom is full of amazing writers that serve us goods regularly. I have so much to recommend, it’s a joke. so prepare for a long fic rec. In no particular order, let’s begin:

1. Chasin’ You - @burninghoneyatdusk

okay. you’re gonna see a bit of a theme with me in these fic recs because the authors I mention are some of my favourites in the world - sam being one of the TOP TIER ones. this fic is a modern au, written about clarke and bellamy as exes (a favourite trope of mine) that have went their separate ways. clarke has moved away and hasn’t kept tabs on bellamy but he's soared to the top as a country star, his hit single being about her and what they had. if there’s any fic from this list you need to start reading, it’s this one.

2. Voices in the Water - @burninghoneyatdusk

It’s the canon version we all wanted. set on earth, clarke’s aunt (nia) forces her into an arranged marriage with king bellamy to unite the clans. but under it all, nia has tasked her to kill him. obviously, as clarke falls in love with bellamy, it’s the one task wanheda probably can’t complete. I'm in love with the imagery and descriptions in this fic. there are honestly some lines that sam writes that I want to frame and put up in my house. absolute brilliance.

3. All Because of You - @burninghoneyatdusk

*sheepishly raises hand* - hi, it’s me again, fangirling over another one of sam’s fics. if you have followed me for a while, either here or on twitter, you’ll have seen me screaming about this fic. I've pulled over while driving to read an update that came through to my email. no lie. I don’t say this lightly but it is definitely in my top 3 favourite bellarke fics of all time. sam DELIVERS with this one. bellamy knocks up his sister’s best friend when they’re both young and they grow together in raising their daughter. this fic flashes between present and future in the most seamless way and we see how in love they were back then but too scared to admit it, combined with how in love they are now that they are mature and older - but yet can’t seem to take the leap. I can’t tell you enough how good this fic is. I'm in love and it’s one of those fics that I would happily have as a book on my bookshelf, the pages worn and falling out from the amount of times that I re-read it.

*I just want to note that sam is doing a fantastic job at running @bellarkefic-for-blm. This is an opportunity for the bellarke community to directly support the Black Lives Matter cause through reading and writing fanfiction. For every fanfiction prompt a participating writer receives, they ask that you donate to an organization that supports the BLM cause. This initiative includes non-bellarke the 100 ships and requests for other content (e.g. gif sets, icons, moodboards, fanart). please check them out and request a prompt (this also includes updates for the above mentioned fics)*

4. Count Your Teeth - @icantloseyou-too

let me tell you, you guys will be well fed after reading this fic. It’s one of the most original idea’s and we get so much bellarke and the blake siblings in this one. bellamy is a treasure hunter and married to clarke, after leaving his thieving days behind him. that is until his past comes knocking and drags him back into that world again - and clarke along with him. absolute chefs kiss!

5. Cups and Sorcerers - @icantloseyou-too

again, such a unique plot with just the right amount of fluff. clarke is a witch who owns a coffee shop and she ends up meeting someone just as unique as her. I’m invested in this to an embarrassing degree and it always puts me in a good mood when this fic is updated. such a light and heart filling read and ciara does a fantastic job of world building in this fic.

6. Paint me in Trust - @pawprinterfanfic

I'm sure this fic needs no introduction. everyone and their mother has heard of it and if you haven’t read it yet, believe me, you’re missing out. a harry potter au that runs alongside the last few movies without being involved with the main characters. essie manages to make an already existing world so different, thrilling and gripping. it emotionally upends you and takes you along for the ride without any intention of letting you off. I'm just in love with it and rightly so!

7. When the Wolves Come Home - @pawprinterfanfic

I don’t know how people aren’t RAVING about this fic more because I certainly am. it’s massive for me to even say this because I love all of essie’s work but it’s my favourite fic that she’s written. I can’t describe the feeling I get when I read how she’s written bellarke in this. it’s a percy jackson au but you don’t need to have knowledge of that world to enjoy this. I actually started reading the books because of this fic. essie writes it so well and incorporates a lot of fantastic elements from greek mythology while also keeping me on the edge of my seat with bellarke’s journey. HERE FOR IT ALL THE WAY.

8. I’ll Find You in the Morning Sun - @cominguproses13x

I’ve never seen a fic talked about as much as this one. with 60 chapters, it’s bound to satisfy any hunger you have for bellarke. it’s set in a post apocalyptic world and it is beyond a shadow of a doubt, my favourite setting to read bellarke in. I've actually stopped reading this fic on chapter 5 because im currently writing my own post apocalyptic au as it was a trope on my bingo card and I don’t want any subconscious spill over, but I fully intend on reading the rest of the fic in one go once my fic is published and done. it deserves all the praise and hype.

9. For Blue Skies - @kombellarke

kayla’s fics make me actually weep. her writing style is just unbelievable and she sucks me into stories so fast. this one is no different. I live and breathe for bellarke as exes and this fic is one of my favourites. it’s a modern au with clarke as a mother and she cascades back into bellamy’s life without warning. perfect angst and anticipation. in love.

10. Love Like Fools - @talistheintrovert

the way I love talis with my whole heart. I'm always obsessed with her fics and the way this one was written was just magnificent. enemies to friends to lovers, roommates, angst, emotional comforting? SIGN ME UP. the perfect mix of all of those and I felt so good after reading this. always a fan.

11. It Had To Be You - @useyourtelescope

I had the honour of pre-reading some of this fic before it was published and I felt so privileged. a regency au with a prank war sprinkled in? perfection. hana honestly writes this so beautifully and I can’t recommend this enough. it’s so unique and we are all so incredibly lucky that there’s something in the bellarke fic world for everyone.

12. Veni, Vidi, Vinci - @carrieeve

Again, proof of the pudding that there’s something in fic for everyone. I’ve never read one like this before and it THRILLED me. murphy and bellamy working together to steal a Vinci? it was the fic I never knew I needed. the bellarke interaction in this was beautifully written and I am just completely obsessed. we really struck gold with the bellarke big bang works this year.

13. A Twist of Fate - @queenemori

let’s be honest, soulmate au’s are always wanted and needed in this fandom and kara does an excellent job of serving us this one. we got some team cockroach in here along with some top tier quality bellarke. what more could you ask for? if you haven’t read this fic yet, you need to. so thankful for kara being the absolute gifted babe that she is.

14. Power Over Me - @sparklyfairymira

okay, if you recently watched the witcher on netflix like I did, believe me, you NEED to read this fic. if you haven’t watched the witcher, this fic will make you want to watch it. the smut in this, the plot, the WRITING. absolutely phenomenal. have I mentioned how lucky we are to have such fantastic writers in this fandom?

15. There’s a Serpent Lying Deep Down in These Still Waters - @shaeheda

post apocalyptic au? SIGN ME UP. bellarke thrown together in unkind circumstances? SIGN ME UP. this magnificent human writing a fic? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. I'm so in love with this fic already and I haven’t even finished it yet. as I've said, I've stopped reading fics in this genre until my own is completed but I’ve read enough to tell you that this needs to be on your next to read list. forever in awe of the talent here and this fic makes me feel so lucky to be part of something so great.

I hope this satisfies you for a while and that you enjoy all the bellarkey goodness that comes from these fics. I'm gonna drop some of mine below because why not? just in case you’re in need of something more.

1. I Found Peace in Your Violence

clarke griffin has it all. she’s popular, an artistic prodigy and has a wealthy family to boot. so when her perfect world comes crashing down around her, it’s time to sink or swim. she tests positive for the Homicidal Tendency Syndrome gene, also known as the kill gene. clarke is plucked from her comfortable life and placed into a school with people just like her - carriers, delinquents. when she meets bellamy blake there, he looks like everything they say HTS carriers are. a monster, a criminal. yet, he’s the one who protects her.

2. I Am Lost This Time

a void!bellamy fic that we all deserved to have happen in canon. an au where bellamy hears clarke’s radio calls from earth, sees her memories in m-cap and where she really is the key: the one that unlocks his memories and brings him back to her.

3. Purple, Blue, Orange, Red

bellarke are childhood friends and teenage lovers, reuniting in the midst of the same grief that tore them apart.

4. Devil Side

post apocalyptic setting and my favourite fic to have ever written. both of them coming together to survive and protect those in their family, including two small children. bellarke started out as strangers, who would have thought that they’d end up co-parenting in the middle of a world that is too dangerous to survive out in the open?

5. Waste It on Me

a soulmate/reincarnation au that I wrote based off my own breakup and feelings. probably my most popular fic and should keep you going in terms of bellarke feels.

#bellarke #the 100 #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fic rec #fic recommendations #jensfic #eyessharpweaponshot #wonderful writers #wonderful fics

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HIIII I'm the video game anon!!! ah it just rained here yesterday heheh <3. I can do pc and I would be willing to invest in a console but it would take me some time to buy it :( but I would love some recs for consoles because I'm totally clueless.

I would love to play any game as long as it isn't solely about fighting like fortnite? but maybe I would play it too if you say it's good. I trust you. I'm basically a blank slate rn, but I love adventure games. I never played video games.Thank you for answering!!! 🥰 - c (my name)

hi c!!!!! ok lets go

GAMES ON PC

night in the woods: masterpiece.

spiritfarer: a cozy management game about dying (and grief)

undertale: masterpiece.

rime: another beautiful game about grief

portal 1 + 2: masterpiece!!!! SOOO FUNNY

horizon zero dawn: the fighting is SO fun! i love exploring the world and uncovering the secrets of the past. when all the pieces fall into place itll knock the wind out of you

yakuza series: you play as an ex-yakuza who adopts a child and beats people up, not because he wants to but bc they wont leave him and his daughter alone

skyrim: despite the memes its a very fun game to play NDNDKKDDKD

GAMES ON THE PS4

uncharted series: i LOVE the characters and how real their relationships feel, and the places you travel to in search of treasure are breathtaking

JOURNEY: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO MENTION JOURNEY. if you want beauty if you want catharsis. play journey. the art the music the narrative.......the tears i shed every time i play it my goodness

the last of us: its the zombie post-apocalypse! just dont play the sequel lol

the last guardian: puzzle game! a little boy befriends an injured creature and together they travel to where they need to go

final fantasy vii remake (or just the original): you play as a mean blond twink with a bigass sword and frequent headaches who gets dragged into a found family and fighting to save the dying planet!

final fantasy xv: the story is a goddamn mess and makes no sense but the characters. the bros.......you will feel emotions whether you want to or not

LEGEND OF ZELDA SERIES MY BELOVED (here i will give you the list in order of when they came out and what consoles they are available on. i wont include console versions before the wii, but for the most part the big titles have been ported to or remastered in HD for the more recent consoles)*

a link to the past: wii u and switch

ocarina of time:** wii u and 3ds

majoras mask: wii u and 3ds

wind waker: wii u (HD)

twilight princess: wii/wii u (HD)

skyward sword: wii/wii u, and coming to switch (HD) this month!

breath of the wild: wii u and switch!

*if you are considering buying a nintendo console (the wii u seems like the best choice atm, given how many titles are available on it), i suggest you wait just a bit longer! some people who work in the gaming industry are fairly certain that nintendo will port wind waker HD and twilight princess HD to the switch by the end of this year, meaning it may soon be possible to have all the games on the latest console!!!!!!!!!!

**in . my opinion. OOT is a bit overrated dbkdnflekdsnfkskdon but the game still presents many themes that have continually been used in later LOZ titles

you can also try to play these LOZ games on pc using an emulator, but im not the best person to be asking how to do that sndmdnkfkdkd

EDIT I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO GIVE YOU OTHER SWITCH TITLES AKDKDKDKDN:

ace attorney trilogy: i never expected a game about lawyers to be so much fun its so good!!!

luigis mansion: u play as luigi a man who is terrified of ghosts who explores haunted mansions mamma mia!!!!

pikmin 3 deluxe: my little men. my soldiers who go off to war every day. they have flowers on their head and they like to be thrown what more can i say

super mario odyssey: WAHOO!

mario games!!!! any mario game!!!!!! you can play them with siblings or friends!!!!!

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Teacher’s Pet- Part 15

Here is the latest part of my dad! Ben Hardy series and the gender reveal is in this part, I hope you will all like it and feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: Gwilym sets Ben up on a date with (Y/n) who teaches at the school Ben’s kids go to. But Ben is hesitant in the relationship, desperate not to make the same mistakes and needing to put his kids first.

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"Will you still be happy if we're having a boy?" (Y/n) knew it was a silly question to ask but she couldn't help how it was starting to play on her mind more and more lately.

They were about to have a scan today and they were able to find out if they were having a baby boy or girl. (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder what kind of reaction Ben would have if it turned out that they were having a boy because from what he had said, he didn't want that to be the case. He felt like every time he had a boy it was fate telling him that this relationship was not going to last and it never did.

Ben loved (Y/n) and he knew this relationship was better, it was something different and something he wanted to treasure and keep but having a boy would make him paranoid that it wasn't going to last.

"It's not that I wouldn't he happy because I would, every time I've been in this position I've been overjoyed. It's just that a boy would make me paranoid, I wouldn't be any less content or thrilled if we had a boy."

Ben couldn't have (Y/n) mistaking his paranoia for unhappiness because he would never be unhappy to hear he was having a child or that the child was a boy. Every time he had learned the gender he had been increasingly worried but he was always happy and ecstatic every time because he loved each of his boys. They were his world, it just made him superstitious that he may lose his relationship if he had a boy. But if they were having another boy Ben would still be happy, he could never be unhappy because children were his life.

"Okay... forget about the stigma and paranoia attached, would you like another boy this time, or do you want a girl?" (Y/n)'s smile showed she was trying to lighten the mood but she was curious.

Ben seemed so at ease and comfortable with the boys, it seemed like it suited him to have sons. But (Y/n) was interested if he had always wanted boys or if he wanted a girl and if he still wanted a girl this time around or not.  (Y/n) herself had never cared what gender child she would have but now that she had three boys all at once, a girl might be a nice change. But then again, (Y/n) wouldn't mind if they had a boy, it would just be like she was supposed to be the only girl in the family and that thought made her smile.

"I'd like a girl this time. Jamie wanted a girl and I didn't dare tell her I was happy we were having a boy and I was happy to have another boy with Ellie. When I had Finn I was sure he'd be a girl, three in a row didn't seem likely I was so prepared for a girl that time around. I do love the boys, I always liked having just us four boys round the house, but I want a girl too."

The way that Ben smiled as he spoke gave away that he wasn't begging or praying for a girl because he was worried, he wanted a girl because he was desperate to finally have a daughter to look after and spoil.

Ben had just known with Carter that he and Jamie were having a boy, it was like a sixth sense. Jamie had been in two minds about having a baby in the first place but she had wanted a girl and Ben knew Jamie could just see herself with a daughter. Everyone had the perfect image of a family in their mind but it rarely worked out. Jamie didn't mind that they had a boy but Ben was pleased, he would never deny that he wanted a boy more than a girl when he had Carter. And again with Ellie, he wanted another boy.

Finn was different just because Ben had been expecting a girl rather than wanting or praying for one. It just didn't seem right that he would have three boys in a row but it happened and Ben had been happy.

It had been him and his boys for the past two years.

But now he wanted a girl. He was desperate for a girl, he had a picture in his head of their family and he couldn't get a daughter out of that picture.

"Let's go find out."

(Y/n) entwined her fingers with Ben and gently tugged on his hand when the midwife walked into the waiting room and called their name. It didn't matter to (Y/n) if they had a boy or a girl and deep down she knew whatever way this went, Ben would be happy. But his eyes just lit up when thinking about a girl and (Y/n) wanted that light to stay in his eyes. The boys were a big handful as they were and when they had this baby (Y/n) didn't know if their family would ever expand more than four kids. If they had a boy this time around there might not be another chance for Ben to finally have a daughter that he seemed so keen on having right now.

But they would be happy either way.

(Y/n) could feel the nerves rattling through her chest when she sat down and rolled her shirt up over her stomach. Every time she looked down at her stomach, (Y/n) felt her heart jumping in her chest because something about this didn't feel real. It seemed too good to be true that she had Ben and the boys and was now having a baby of her own with Ben.

"Alright, would you like to find out the gender today?" The smiles on both their faces was more than enough to tell the midwife that they were ready to find out what they were having today.

(Y/n)'s eyes drifted between her stomach and the monitor like she couldn't quite believe the baby on the screen was the one she was growing and protecting right now. She didn't realise she had started to bite her thumb out of nervousness until Ben's hand gently reached up to take her hand from her mouth. He tangled his fingers into the grooves between hers so she wouldn't carry on the nervous habit.

"You're having a girl."

The moment those words hit (Y/n)'s ears her hand tightened around Ben's until she was sure she must have cut off his circulation but he held her hand just as tightly.

Part of Ben felt bad. He had wanted a girl in the beginning because he couldn't live with the fear that something would happen and he would lose (Y/n) one way or another. Now he almost felt guilty like he had pushed for this to happen because he was so afraid. But he did want a girl to spoil, the thought of a daughter made his heart beat faster and made him smile because he'd always looked after his three boys. A girl would be different, it would be perfect to have a girl because Ben could just envision himself with a daughter and three boys around to help look after and protect her.

Turning her head to the left, (Y/n) looked over at Ben but his eyes spared her a short glance before they focused on her stomach like he was trying his best to see straight through her stomach to their baby. He looked and felt desperate to see her now. After Finn, Ben didn't think he would have any more kids, he didn't even think he would ever manage a proper stable relationship after what happened with all his exes so far.

Yet here he was with (Y/n), finally expecting a girl and he suddenly had the urge to want her here right now. He didn't want to wait another four months, he wanted to hold her now and look at her and see who she resembled more.

Ben couldn't help himself when he moved his free hand and slowly reached over until his fingers were feathering over (Y/n)'s stomach. He stopped for a moment when she moved against his touch that clearly tickled but she made no attempt to stop him. It felt like feathers were gliding against (Y/n)'s stomach but the gentle touch only made her smile more than the fact that they were going to have a daughter. When Ben moved his hand and grazed the back of his knuckles and fingers against her stomach (Y/n) felt like she couldn't breathe with how gentle his touch was which was directed towards their baby girl.

"We're having a girl."

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A smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she looked down at James who was stood between her and Ben. The seven year old was holding their hands and swinging himself back and forth between them, giggling each time Ben lifted him up by his hand and set him back down again. (Y/n) liked the way Ben didn't even tense or groan or even take a deep breath each time he lifted James off his feet by lifting their entwined hands in the air. The only thing that showed it wasn't effortless was the way Ben's arm tensed and the veins could be seen beneath his skin.

The five of them were taking a walk in the park before they went home for tea and all the boys knew it wasn't normal or routine to go to the park right after school.

They had decided that since all three boys seemed to be coping with the news of having a new sibling, they would take them to the park to tell them that they were going to have a little sister. The park was somewhere the boys all enjoyed going and if Carter got mad or annoyed he could storm off along the path instead of feeling like he should lash out.

"Can we feed the ducks?"

Ben looked down at Finn who was standing on his other side, tugging on his hand to get his attention. Finn held his other hand out to show the half-full bag of bread that Ben had let him carry for when they reached the bridge over the pond. The boys loved to feed the ducks and the swans at the pond, it was something Finn took a big liking to recently.

"Yeah, you lead the way buddy." Ben let go of Finn's hand so the youngest boy could hurry ahead round the slope to get down to the bridge with Carter running closely behind him.

When they got to the wooden bridge, Ben let go of James' hand so he could pick Finn up and stand him on the ledge so he could see over the side of the bridge and look at the birds. Ben kept his arms around Finn and gently rested his chin on top of Finn's head as Finn handed the bag of bread to (Y/n) so she could hand it out to everyone.

(Y/n) split the slices of bread between James and Carter and took two for herself, looking down at the rather large swan that was resting very close to them, waiting for its dinner. With a smile, (Y/n) leaned her head on Ben's shoulder as the cold breeze swept past them and the sound of the ducks chirping and the water rippling beneath them flooded their ears.

Her eyes floated around them, seeing Carter on Ben's left, stood on the side of the bridge leaning over to throw the bread. He was being oddly calm and gentle as he delicately threw the bread towards the ducks, trying not to feed the same ones every time. It was like he was being methodical, making sure he tried to get each duck and swan fed and it was making him concentrate.

When (Y/n) looked at James who was stood next to her he seemed to be trying to feed the ducks at the very back, wanting to let them have some food too. Whereas Finn was content feeding a swan that had taken his fancy.

"Why are we at the park? We don't come to the park after school." Carter finally spoke up after he'd thrown the last piece of bread he had and he made sure it had all been eaten by the ducks below.

It was surprising that Carter hadn't asked before now why they were going to the park. The routine was always to either go home with Ben and wait for (Y/n) to finish or hang around a little while and all go home together for dinner. But today even though (Y/n) had had the day off from work it still wasn't normal for them to get in the car and drive straight to the park rather than going home. It was a nice surprise and Carter loved coming to the park to feed the ducks, but he knew it wasn't a usual part of their routine.

"Me and your mum want to talk to you, we thought it'd be nice to come here for a bit." Ben tightened his arms around Finn to hug him but his eyes focused on Carter who narrowed his eyes like he didn't quite believe Ben or suspected something was wrong.

"We went for a scan to check on the baby today." (Y/n) wrapped her arm around Ben's upper bicep as she spoke, feeling butterflies fluttering in her chest as she wondered how each boy was going to react.

"Baby." Finn mumbled the word quietly as he turned to look at (Y/n) standing next to him. He reached his hand out and gently patted (Y/n)'s stomach which was less visible with the coat she was wearing. He clearly didn't grasp why the baby was in (Y/n)'s stomach but it still seemed to fascinate him. Especially when he saw Ben kissing or rubbing (Y/n)'s stomach, Finn had taken to rubbing (Y/n)'s stomach too and it was an adorable sight to both parents.

"Yeah, we went to check on the baby, and now we know if your having a baby brother or sister."

Ben placed his hand over the top of Finn's and gently smoothed his fingers over (Y/n)'s stomach for a moment or two. He smiled when he noticed Carter's head snap in his direction at the notion that they could finally find out what gender the baby was. And James latched his arm around (Y/n)'s and stared up at her with bright eyes that were full of desperation. All the boys had been asking when they would find out if the baby was a boy or a girl so Ben and (Y/n) decided to keep it a surprise and not tell them when they would find out.

"What is it? What is it?" Carter jumped up and down on the wooden beam until Ben rose a brow to get him to stop. The bridge wasn't the newest one here and if Carter started messing around he could do some damage.

"It's... a baby."

"Dad!" Carter jumped up and down again as he frowned, whining in annoyance. He knew Ben was just trying to tease with him because Carter had very little patience at all.

(Y/n) swatted Ben's arm as she rolled her eyes, biting her lip when Finn started laughing quietly at how easily Ben could wind Carter up.

"You're going to have a baby sister." (Y/n) kept her hand hooked around Ben's arm as she spoke because she could feel the apprehension in the air about what gender the baby would be. She knew that James would be thrilled about having a sister just like Ben, but Carter and Finn wanted a boy.

"You said you always have boys." Finn turned his head so he could look up at Ben, a bit of confusion in his eyes but he didn't look too upset about the news which seemed to be a good thing right now. He leaned his head on Ben's shoulder when Ben smiled down at him.

"I know I did, but I thought a baby girl might be better this time."

"Mummy said you didn't get to decide, she said it was surprise." Finn whispered his confused words against Ben's ear like he was telling him a secret and essentially he was. This was the first time Finn had referred to (Y/n) as his mum and Ben knew how big of a step for Finn this was and it brought tears to his eyes that he willed to push away. Finn still wasn't perfectly at ease around (Y/n) and that was only to be expected after what he had gone through. But to know that he was warming up to (Y/n) and actually feeling more comfortable around her was amazing.

"It was a surprise, but mummy doesn't know I'm magic." Ben's response seemed to satisfy Finn who smiled shyly and nodded before he looked over at (Y/n).

"A baby sister!" The excitement in James' voice made both parents smile, watching him with happiness as he wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and leaned his head gently against her stomach. He liked it when it was Ben and the boys in the house but now (Y/n) was here, another girl in the house did sound like fun.

"Honey... what do you think?"

(Y/n) leaned around Ben so she could look over at Carter who had stayed quiet for a few minutes which hadn't been a good sign when they told him they were having a baby. He glanced his eyes over to (Y/n) and despite how angry and frustrated he looked, he seemed to be trying to stay calm and not have an outburst. He didn't want to be angry in public, nor did he want to be angry around (Y/n) because he knew Ben wouldn't be happy if he did.

"Why aren't you having a boy? You always have boys." Carter hopped down from the side of the bridge and turned to face Ben and the way his brows furrowed and his lips pursed made him look even more like Ben.

"Alright let's go on a walk."

Ben set Finn down to his feet next to (Y/n) whose hand he squeezed for a moment before he took Carter's hand and gently tugged him to start walking. He wasn't walking them away, he was just going ahead of the others so he could talk to Carter for a moment while (Y/n) followed a few paces behind with James and Finn.

"Carter we're not having another fight but I'll gladly talk about this, tell me why you think a sister will be so bad." Ben rubbed his hand up and down Carter's back until the eldest wriggled away from his touch and walked a step ahead of Ben. His face was pure annoyance and he wrapped his arms around his chest but he wasn't screaming or fighting Ben so it was a very good state for him right now.

"It's a girl, you and mum and nana and everyone will fuss cause she'll be the only girl and it will make her special. Everyone will give her more attention and it won't be fair, I don't want a sister I want a brother."

"Buddy... if we had a baby boy then everyone would still fuss because it's a baby. You know a baby needs a lot of care and looking after, we'll have to dress her and feed and change her and help her if she's ill and that means people will fuss even if we had a boy. She will be the only girl but she won't be any more special or loved than any of you boys."

Ben knew a baby was going to be hard right now because all the boys needed attention and care and a baby would make that harder. Especially with the care and attention Carter needed at the moment, even with (Y/n) now in the picture she would still have to care for their baby girl too. Everyone would fuss it was only natural because it was a baby and a baby took a lot of care and attention and love. But the boys would still get a lot of attention too in order to make sure they were okay and coping with everything.

"You'll be different with a girl!"

"What do you mean?"

"You're... you're different with us! You're normal with us but if you have a girl then you won't be the same. You'll be soft and weird! You have boys, you always say you're meant to have boys not a girl!" Carter stomped his foot which was rather deflated against the soft grass beneath his feet but it still proved his point.

Ben was a dominant and rather authoritative figure in Carter's life, he was masculine and in charge and Carter liked Ben with that kind of image. If Ben had a daughter Carter was sure Ben would be different and be a softer, more calmer version of himself and it wouldn't be his dad if Ben was any different. He wanted Ben to have another boy because it was normal and how things should be in Carter's eyes. He didn't like change and he didn't want a sister because that would shake things up too much.

A sigh escaped Ben's lips as he rubbed his hand over his tired eyes for a moment to try and comprehend what Carter was saying. Ben knew a daughter might make him softer but it wouldn't change him completely. Ben's job made him have a hard attitude and exterior, he dealt with difficult people all day and he had to be hard with Carter at times when he was having a tantrum. It was how he always was and how people knew him he wasn't going to change.

Ben locked eyes with Carter for a few moments as he grabbed his cigarettes from his pocket and pressed it to his lips. He used his sleeve to light the cigarette without the wind cutting out the flame from his lighter before he looked back over at his eldest.

"I say I have boys, I never say I'm meant to have boys or that I should always have boys. I won't change how I am because we're having a daughter this time, I might be a bit softer around her but I won't change-"

"Yes you will! You won't stand near mum anymore with a smoke because you're soft! You'll be different because it's a girl and you don't have girls you have us!"

Carter pointed at the cigarette that was now held between Ben's thumb and index finger that he was tapping on the cigarette to flick the ash onto the grass. Ben smoked around (Y/n) before because she said she didn't mind, she didn't smoke herself but the smell didn't annoy her but now he didn't because of the baby. Ben smoked since he was seventeen and he always smoked away from any of the girls when they had been pregnant.

"I don't smoke close to any of you because you're too young and I'm not smoking round your mum right now because she's pregnant. You want me to smoke next to your mum when it's bad for her and the baby?" Ben pointed the cigarette in (Y/n)'s direction before he placed it back between his lips.

A groan mixed with a whine left Carter's lips before he suddenly took a few harsh steps towards Ben. As if he could read his son's mind Ben tilted his head up to exhale the smoke in his lungs before he moved the cigarette back between his fingers and held his hand up out of Carter's reach. But Carter simply stuffed his hand into Ben's pocket and quickly grabbed the half empty pack of cigarettes left in there.

"Carter give them back."

Ben held his hand out to Carter but the eldest shook his head and took a few steps back to try and add space between them but Ben only advanced further over to him. This had happened a few times before, when Carter got really mad with Ben he would find his cigarettes and hide them to try and teach him a lesson. He knew Ben hated not having his smokes on him, it was a bad habit he was addicted to and Carter knew hiding them made Ben angry and agitated.

Carter had once taken a lit cigarette from Ben's hand and ran off with it before stubbing it out. Ben had been very relieved Carter didn't try and smoke it, mainly because he hated the smell, but it still led to a big argument between them that caused a tantrum.

"No! You said smoking is bad so you can't do it just like mum can't."

"It's not that your mum can't smoke it's that she doesn't want to and I know it's bad but I'm old enough to make that decision, you don't get to make that one for me." Ben knew Carter was only taking the cigarettes because he was trying to wind Ben up to show him how annoyed and upset Carter felt right now and it was working. He knew just how to push Ben's buttons.

"It's a bad decision to have a girl-"

"Nope. Don't do that Carter because I'm not arguing this with you. We can talk about this but you don't say stuff like that, it's not a decision to have a girl it wasn't up to us but we're happy to have a daughter. If I don't smoke I'll be as grumpy as you and it will make me look softer around you all so give them back. I don't mind if you're upset right now but don't say that shit cause I don't like it and it might upset your mum so don't do that."

Ben stubbed out the cigarette between the tarmac and his shoe before he reached over and snatched the packet from Carter who was trying to process what he had just said. There wasn't time for Carter to respond before he whined when Ben picked him up and slung him over his shoulder so he could walk back over to (Y/n) who had bypassed them and gone ahead with the boys.

"Daddy put me down!" Carter hit his hand against Ben's upper back but it wasn't harsh or hurtful, he was just trying to be set back down to his feet but it wasn't working.

"Nope. You annoyed me so I'll annoy you, and don't think having a sister around will stop me from doing this." Ben held onto Carter's legs and moved him on his shoulder to pretend to drop him causing Carter to shriek and cling to Ben's back before he growled in frustration.

Moving his arm Carter reached down and hit Ben's backside but he couldn't help but giggle when Ben smacked his bum in response without stopping in his stride.

"Don't be using my move buddy." Ben kept Carter on his shoulder since he seemed to have calmed down a bit and was laughing now showing he wasn't angry. He moved his free arm around (Y/n) who had Finn holding her other hand and James running a few paces ahead, babbling about something or other since he was clearly very happy.

"And you wonder why he does it." (Y/n) rolled her eyes as she looked over at Ben when he moved his hand to her bum, knowing Carter could see since he was looking over Ben's shoulder with how Ben was carrying him.

"I know exactly why he does it, I'm just telling him it's my move."

(Y/n) buried her face in Ben's shoulder to smother the smile on her face as Ben kept his hand right where it was. He didn't care that they were in public, (Y/n) knew he touched her ass a lot more in public because he was cheeky like that and he knew it made her blush. He didn't care if people saw or smiled or gave them a funny look and he didn't care if the boys saw him do it either.

"Mum's blushing!" James turned and pointed at (Y/n) with a grin that made Ben laugh, especially when Finn giggled and tugged on (Y/n)'s hand to try and see her better. They could all see the blush creeping up her cheeks and all down her neck despite how she was trying to hide in Ben's neck.

"Aren't you glad you're not gonna be outnumbered anymore?"

#ben hardy #ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #imagine #BoRhap #dad! ben #gwilym lee #teachers pet

[mai-sau]

if you're still taking them: russingon + 34?

!!! thank you so much for prompting (and for your patience, this has taken so long im so sorry!!) and i really hope you enjoy it!! i admit this one stumped me for a while because every time i tried to think of smth it was like, romance brain empty aro thoughts only. and then i went. oh. aro thoughts.

:3c

set in aman, pre-kinslaying.

Prompt: “It’ll never be enough.”

“Nelyo, please!” Findekáno hissed. Snatching one of the many plump pillows off his bed, he whipped it at Maitimo’s head. It landed right on target, smacking him  in the back of the head. It hit the floor with a soft plop.

“What?” Maitimo teased. A lazy grin stretched across his face. His eyes, sparkling blue, twinkled in a way Findekáno decided he most definitely did not trust. “Afraid dear uncle will see me trotting about his halls?”

Findekáno crossed his arms and shot him a look. “If it means that I will have to explain why I have let a Feanorian into said halls, then yes. Consider me very, very afraid.”

Maitimo merely snorted. With a grand sigh, he let himself fall backwards onto Findekáno’s bed, his body bouncing a bit on the downy mattress. Findekáno tried very hard not to notice how his hair lit up in a glowing amber in the light spilling from the window. And he most certainly did not notice how the locks  framed his freckle-dusted cheeks or his plush lips, now pulled into a pout. “Fin, please. Have a little courage.”

Findekáno raised an eyebrow. “And I’m sure you would love to explain why you’re roaming about these halls to my dear uncle?”

Maitimo groaned and threw an arm over his face. The rich ruby silk of his sleeve pooled over his face, obscuring it from view, though Findekáno was sure his expression aptly matched the theatrics. It was as good a surrender as he was going to get.

Sighing, Findekáno couldn’t help the fond smile that smoothed across his face. He joined Maitimo on the bed, sitting down next to where his friend lay. Gently, he laid a hand on his forearm, pulling it away to reveal Maitimo’s grumbling, pretty face.

“Come now,” Findekáno soothed. “Is it really so terrible to practice a little subtlety?”

“A little subtlety? You would have me creep about these halls like a burglar.” Maitimo huffed.

“It’s just for our families,” Findekáno reasoned. “You know I would love to spend time with you freely, as I’m sure you do too. We both know that isn’t possible, at least -” He paused, gingerly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. At least while our fathers still quarrel like two wet cats in a barrel. “At least, not right now.”

“Fin,” Maitimo said. “You wanted me to climb out the window.”

“Well, yes,” Findekáno said. They paused, staring at each other. “Okay, maybe that was a bit much.”

“Maybe,” Maitimo said. They looked at each other a moment more, before his friend broke out into a grin again. “Or maybe I could stay a little longer? We were out for quite a bit today. We could both use a nap, don’t you think?”

“Well,” Findekáno considered it. They had gone out for a walk by a babbling brook Maitimo discovered while out the other day and had wanted to show him. It was quite lovely, and more than a little playful splashing was done, so they spent the next few hours sprawled out on the rocks chatting idly while their clothes dried in the warm air. Eventually, they made their way back to Findekáno’s home, managing to slip unnoticed through the halls despite Findekáno’s anxiety over the whole thing. 

They had spent the past three hours talking over everything and everything, Maitimo occasionally running his hands over all the bits and baubles in Findekáno’s room, examining each one with a casual yet intent gaze. Were it anyone else, Findekáno might have been a bit antsy about letting them touch the little treasures he had acquired over the years that lived all about his room. 

They were small things, though each close to his heart: a wooden whistle he had whittled as a child, a violet he pressed from one of their walks together - Maitimo had pulled him into an entire field of them and they had rolled about in the grass for hours, talking and playing and laughing - and a sea-smoothed stone Irissë had dropped into his palm during a trip to the beach when they were younger, among other things. 

But as Maitimo brushed his fingers against the stone, admired the misshapen whistle, tapped the violet left out on the pages of his sketchbook - Findekáno felt nothing but a quiet joy, a deep contentment and pride unfurling in his chest at sharing what he cherished with who he cheris-

Well. That was where things got complicated, didn’t it?

Because Findekáno saw it. Even now, he saw it - that playful glimmer in his friend’s eyes, tender and touching and so, so confusing, because Findekáno didn’t know-

“Well?”

He blinked. Maitimo still lay before him, curiously looking him over. Distantly, he noted Maitimo’s fingers drumming a careless beat against his wrist - that’s right,  Findekáno was still holding his arm. He should probably let go now.

“I…” He really should.

“I… suppose it would be alright.” Findekáno said.

Maitimo’s brows furrowed slightly. He sat up on the bed and took both of Findekáno’s hands in his. “Finno, it’s no problem if you would rather not. If you’d be more comfortable if I went back out for now, then I’d gladly do so. Anything you want.”

“It’s okay,” Findekáno smiled. And this - indulging his heart, enjoying Maitimo’s presence for just a bit longer - this was okay, wasn’t it? “I love spending time with you. I want to spend more time with you.”

Maitimo still looked uncertain. “Are you sure? If you’re tired, and would like to rest on your own, really, it’s no trouble-”

“Nelyo,” Findekáno said. He placed both hands on Maitimo’s chest, gently pushing him back on the bed. Findekáno snuggled into his side, resting his head on his chest. No matter the confused whirl of emotion he felt whenever he thought about it too hard, Findekáno adored laying with Maitimo like this, especially after long trips out in the forests. Like this, he could hear the steady beat of Maitimo’s heart, pulsing against his cheek. “Don’t go home yet.”

He felt a hand lazily card through his hair. “Of course,” Maitimo murmured.

Findekáno wasn’t sure how much sweet time rolled past them, curled up together and dozing in his bed. All he knew was the slow, tender brush of fingers through his hair, and Maitimo’s heartbeat gently pulsing under him. 

“Finno?”

“Mm?”

“I love you.”

“You-” Findekáno felt the blood freeze in his veins. In his mouth, his tongue turned to lead, and he carefully chose his reply. “I… love you too. You are a dear friend to me.”

“Yes, but -” Maitimo choked off. Findekáno forced his head up, and saw Maitimo gazing at him helplessly. “Finno, I love you.”

“Ah.”

And looking at Maitimo, whose eyes bored into him with love and longing so plain and bare, Findekáno was struck with a terrible wave of guilt. Fondness. Shame. Want. Confusion. It washed over him, twisted up his insides, until the world was a blurry mess.

“Fin? Are you alright?” He heard Maitimo’s voice ask worriedly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Ah. So that’s what it was. Findekáno felt the warm, wet tears rush down his face. Trembling fingers touched his cheek, and Maitimo brushed away his tears as they came.

“I’m sorry,” Findekáno whimpered. “I’m really sorry.”

“Shh,” Maitimo hushed him, though his own voice seemed strained. “It’s okay, Finno. It’s okay. I just wanted you to know. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. It’s okay. I’ll still be here for you.”

“No, it’s not - well, it is, but it’s - it’s -” Findekáno tried to explain. “I love you, Nelyo, I do, I do, it’s just - I don’t think I love you the same way - I don’t think I love the same way.”

Maitimo frowned in confusion. His thumb rubbed against Findekáno’s damp cheek. “What do you mean, Fin?” He asked gently.

“I mean…” Findekáno took in a deep breath, took in every bit of confusion that swirled inside him over years and years, and let it spill. “I love spending time with you, I love being around you, I love you, but when I think of, of love, I think of my siblings. My father. My mother. My friends. And you. And you feel - different, closer, I think you’re wonderful and beautiful, I do. And maybe we could make it work; it’s close enough, isn’t it? I love you, and I am attracted to you, so maybe this is just a big fuss about nothing, it’s close eno-”

“Finno,” Maitimo said softly. “Let me hear your heart, not what you think mine wants to hear. I want to hear you.”

Findekáno breathed in, once, twice. Considered. It was close enough. He could do it, go on with close enough and compensate for the rest, but… “I don’t want to perform, or pretend. Not to you, and not to me.”

“Perform?”

Findekáno sighed. “When I think of romance, I - I don’t know what I picture. I’m not sure I even understand it, to be honest. Which sounds silly, I know. Romance is two people in love, right? But I don’t know what in love is supposed to entail. I can’t even picture it. I try to, I do. I think of what it might be like to fall in love, and I try to think of what it might feel like, what could possibly make it feel different from the love I feel for my family, or my friends. And for the very life of me, I just… can’t.”

Findekáno slumped then, the tension releasing from his body at the admission. It felt like defeat. It felt like truth.

“That’s alright, Fin. I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult or confusing that must be,” Maitimo said. “Thank you for explaining it to me.”

“Mm, it’s…” Findekáno trailed off. “Nelyo, I’m so sorry. You’re here comforting me, when you put yourself out there and it must hurt and all because I’m the one who’s… broken.”

“Fin, you are not broken!” Maitimo insisted, eyes wide. “You live, and you feel, and you love in your own way. It sounds like you are perfectly whole, just… differently shaped?”

Findekáno couldn’t help it - he barked out a laugh, and felt another curl of fondness in his chest for the nér beside him. “Well, I suppose that’s a more optimistic way to put it. And… when I think of you, I feel…”

Even as he trailed off, Maitimo was silent. He would let him take all the time he needed. Findekáno knew it.

“I feel love. I love you like a dear friend, I love you like something I can’t describe; I grew to love you as a friend, and every day I know you I grow fonder. And I do find you - well, beautiful. But the love I feel hasn’t changed, per se. It’s still the same kind of love I felt when we first became friends. And maybe one day it will change, who knows? But I know that right here, right now, I see you as a dear friend, closer than any I’ve had before.” Findekáno took a breath, felt it fill his lungs. “I love you. But to say I’m in love with you would be… untrue. And I never want to lie to you, Nelyo, not ever. And… not to myself, either.”

Findekáno breathed in deep once more. Maitimo smelled of the forest, the brook they had delighted in together, with just the faintest notes left of his own home: warm spices and smoke. If he could lay like this for just a few more moments, a few more moments until Maitimo realized he was much better off pursuing his heart elsewhere than on a hopeless case like Findekáno, then he would take all the time he could get.

“Thank you, Finno,” Maitimo finally murmured. “Thank you for telling me. Thank you for trusting me. And I… would like to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

Maitimo swallowed, closed his eyes, opened them. Looked right at Findekáno. His eyes were crystal blue, Findekáno thought, and yet they were so warm.

“Can I… stay by your side?” He asked, voice soft as a feather. “Not as your lover, or anything you’re not comfortable with, but just… as whatever we will be.”

Findekáno sputtered. “But - Nelyo, you deserve to be happy. With someone who can love you in return. The way you deserve to be loved.”

“Do you not love me? You said it yourself,” Maitimo hummed. “Finno, your love may not be the same, but it is love. It is you.”

“Nelyo, please,” Findekáno begged. Please, please. Maitimo needed to understand, so they didn’t get their hopes up, so that they would be spared the inevitable disappointment, the unavoidable heartbreak. But my heart already feels like it’s breaking, Findekáno grieved. “It’ll never be enough - I’ll never be enough -”

“Finno,” Maitimo said. “You are enough. Your love is enough. Maybe one day I will fall in love with another, but my love for you is not so easily lost. I want to be by your side: as dear friends, as partners, as anything. You bring me so much joy, Finno, so much, and when we are together I feel as if my heart is at peace and ready to burst at the same time - I want to see you happy, and cherished, and loved. Because I love you, deeply, and Finno, that will not change simply because you love differently. I love you.”

Oh dear - Findekáno’s vision was going blurry again. He felt warmth in his chest, through his whole body, blooming through each vein.

Maitimo made a helpless noise. “Oh, you’re - stars, Fin, I’m so sorry -”

“No,” Findekáno said. Knowing he could say the words without any pretense or performance, true and raw, he smiled. “I’m just - I love you. I love you so much.”

Slowly, sweetly, Maitimo’s lips curled into a smile, as if enjoying the most wonderful treat he had ever tasted. “I love you too.”

#russingon #aro!fingon #greyro!fingon #fingon #maedhros #silmarillion #writing prompts #my writing #this was the last of the prompts!! #i might have.. deeply projected my own struggle with considering what even is romance and how do i relate with it right here #although i did change a lot based on fingon's situation at hand with mae #so thats why im tagging as both aro and greyro cause like u kno sometimes folks just dont know what is going on in there and thats ok! #also i love having mae rib fingon about courage like mae hes literally going to rescue u and be fingon the valiant #also i debated having fingon be like im sorry you dont have to go through the window at the end of the Tears and mae be like #literally do not worry KMFSEHNSLHK #love confession of unnumbered tears #arofili #edit: FRACK I SAID FINGON ONCE WOOPSIE FIXED IT #edit 2: I KEEP FINDING MORE FINGONS IM SKENSKENEKE

[abloomntime]

A Bloom In Time Ch6 A Tale Of A Prince,Queen,And Princess Of Flowers

(Warning: Death scene in this chapter. I do not know Snatcher's or The Florist's real names so Im making my own headcannon names for the two. Also mentioning of Death near the end of the chapter.)

You may have heard this story but not in the correct version you might've thought. Gather around children and I'll tell you the story of a Prince of Shadows, A Queen of Golden Hair, and an honorary Princess of Flowers. And it all took place one thousand years ago. Way before you or I was born.

Once upon a time there was a planet called Subconia and there are many different cultures and people who live on this world, but the two kingdoms we shall explore was two kingdoms that don't exist anymore. A thousand years ago there lived two kingdoms who lived side by side. The MUCH larger Kingdom Of Subcon, and the tinier Kingdom of Subconette. Though these two kingdoms shared similar names and people, they were worlds apart. A lone Queen ruled over Subconette while a kind King and Queen ruled over Subcon. Years passed as the kingdoms continued to stand, until one fateful day three children were born. A beautiful little princess with hair of the sun was born to the lone queen and a handsome baby boy of equal beauty was born to the Subcon kingdom. Their names? Princess Vanessa and Prince Philip of the Subcon Kingdoms.

Did you all remember me mentioning a third child born? Ah! Good. You're paying attention to my old tale.

Yes. A third child was born, but not of royal blood. A young girl, with hair of rose red and eyes of ocean blue was born to a small farming family just on the outskirts of the kingdom of Subcon, but it was fate that decided her role in the future. Her name? Poppy Rose Bloomington...But I'm getting a little ahead of myself aren't I? Let us proceed with the two lives of the royals before the three intertwined.

As months went by, the Prince and Princess's parents deemed it so that the two would be betrothed in holy matrimony, a union to bring the two kingdoms together at last and bring peace to them all. As the amount of years grew, so did the beauty of the princess. Her skin, was very fair and her hair a beautiful yellow rivalling any gold treasure, with a voice as tender and soft as velvet. Not a woman in the kingdoms could rival her own beauty....Or so she thought. Ever since she was small her mother always made sure Vanessa could have anything a young lady wanted. Servants, good food, exotic jewelry, expensive dresses, anything was hers at a moment's demand and she relished in the fact of being a perfect princess like in those fairytales her mother always read her, always fantasizing about her perfect fairytale like with her Prince Charming and having that perfect white wedding. And that spoiled thinking would ultimately lead this girl to doom. Her mother building her up so and giving in to every request only made her want what was truly a fantasy. An actual fairytale perfect life, whether anybody liked it or not. She fell hard for the handsome young prince of brown hair and handsome features. From the time she could understand to speak, her mother always told her Prince Philip was her betrothed, and were to her married when they grew. Her betrothed.....Her Prince. ALL HERS AND NO ONE ELSE'S!!! She would always be the kind Princess her Prince deserved and he WOULD be the Prince she knew he could be.

Prince Philip was more clear minded than given credit for. The young prince was a kind hearted young boy who cared for his people greatly and wanted to better himself and his country. Therefore it would only make sense for him to want to study the laws governing his kingdom so he may better them. And so his studies began. From a young age the boy studied laws enough to make his parents proud he was taking his studies seriously and at the same time was often taken on visits to meet his future beloved. It was love at first sight....at least at first it was. She was so beautiful and kind and wanted to spend time with him all the time. It was a kinda god send for someone who had no siblings or other children to play with. Having someone your age around you could play and talk to with was exciting. And her beauty only grew over time as well as his love for her, how couldn't he love someone as beautiful and kind as Vanessa? She was perfect.....Too perfect. Things couldn't last forever unfortunately. Vanessa's poor mother had started coming down with an illness that slowly started to make her waste away as her daughter grew and so he tried to be there of course and help console his future beloved, which is where fate intertwined these fated lovers. You see, if there was one thing that Vanessa loved more than anything was attention. Whether it be from her servants telling her how beautiful she was, or compliments....She LOVED attention from her Prince and ...'lightly suggested' it would be nice to receive things. And things she received, flowers mostly.

Did you notice how I pointed out flowers? Good eye.

You see, Poppy was always born with a green thumb, being from a long line of farmers of course helped. She could grow anything from potatoes to peach trees, but ever since she was small, she had always had one love. Flowers! Didn't matter what kind, she always loved growing them just as much as Vanessa loved receiving beautiful flowers from her prince. Which lead us to the fated meeting of the Florist. Poppy worked her whole life to build up her own flower stand and by the age of fifteen she had achieved it. A small flower stand within the Subcon Village, filled with lots of Merry children and near the famous vacation home of the famous Princess Vanessa. Sometimes she'd be lucky enough to see the beautiful princess walking around the village talking to the children but one fateful day to Poppy's surprise a young handsome man with brown hair and a golden crown on his head came to visit the small stand of flowers. Buying the most beautiful roses Poppy had before leaving. And this young ones is how a friendship began. Almost everyday of the week the prince would stop by the Florist's stands and pick out a new bundle of pretty flowers for his mourning and beautiful princess and everyday she would smile and talk to the prince. Business sales went up and she was giddy a well known man had taken interest in her flowers. Then he started asking what she'd recommend he'd get a lady since she was one, she proudly pointed to daises, and tulips, and tigerlillies. So many to choose from, so many to give. Gradually their conversations turned more business like and an unlikely bond began to weave with them. A friendship he had never had beyond any personal life or otherwise. He learnt her name too. Poppy. Named after those cute red poppy flowers she loved so much, with a spark and feisty temper to match. Made him laugh a couple times when she pointed out something snarky he liked. Slowly melting his heart with her passion and tales of hard work she had to do to get where she was know. And he admired her for that.

Unfortunately fairytales don't last beyond pages, and the Prince learnt that the hard way when Vanessa convinced her still ill mother to make a new law. Telling him he's become fat and shouldn't eat bacon anymore to watch his health. Poppy was confused at such a ridiculous law and her friend was obviously upset about it, but he passed it off as Vanessa wanting to make sure he was healthy as her mother was still dying slowly. Then slowly by surely things only began to get worse. Vanessa wanting attention was fine and he vowed to give her all the attention she deserved, but now she demanded ALL his attention ever and always began scrutinizing him for not being Princely enough now that he began his advanced studies and would go back home within a few months time to finish his more difficult studies under one of the kingdom's best tutors. His only escape was when Vanessa was discussing her future duties with her mother and also taking her Princess classes with her tutors. He was then free to walk around and do as he pleased if only for a few hours a day, those were spent reading or walking around the village, but he learnt pretty quickly to bring some kind of gift or trinket back for her as an excuse for why he'd been out. Vanessa's jealousy could rival that of a child. He never intended for it to happen of course but the strain of the relationship getting to him and the way he looked so tired all the time. Barely smiling when he came in to get Vanessa more flowers. Against her better judgement, Poppy asked why he wasn't smiling anymore and let him rant about his day. Which was a daily thing for them after that. Him coming in, Poppy letting him rant, then he'd buy flowers and leave. Rinse and repeat for the next two years to a few weeks before their twentieth birthdays with Poppy cracking jokes and trying to be helpful and the prince slowly growing more and more fond over her unlady-like snorts and giggles, to her bold statements, to her bright smile always trying to cheer up her friend. All the while Vanessa continued to go down this rabbithole of perfection. He still made excuses for her. Her mother was dying, she was going to be Queen soon, she wasn't ready-.....Well for being Queen that is. Vanessa had already planned out their lives together and even built a BLOODY nursery for their future child that wasn't even born yet. One in her castle and one in the mansion he was staying at, but Vanessa would visit very often. Even stay a few days.

But what really concerned his friend was the hair incident. When he came in with his usual shoulder length brown hair was chopped up and a bad bleached blonde color, with brown patches here and there. He claimed he was alright. Vanessa just wanted to surprise him by doing his hair while he slept. He could tell his friend was concerned and told him as much. He smiled knowing at least someone cared about his well being. Then came the last month he stayed and then off he went back home he went. To spend his final year of tutoring under the wonderful Lady Winchester. She was a kind old lady who taught his father before him and knew the laws better than anyone. He bid his last day there to his beloved Vanessa who cried and begged him not too, and once he fled her clutches......uh Hugged her good bye, he couldn't help but feel very releived he'd get to spend a whole year away from her as hash as it may be. But he did make sure to bid his friend good bye as well. Having one last conversation and sharing a couple jokes before he finally left.

That year would be the hardest for our ill fated lovers and the florist friend. While the Prince was able to breath and see his loved ones again, he couldn't help but miss her. Not Vanessa surprisingly but with all the serious laws and classes he missed their little visits when she always cheered him up and her beautiful smile and that passion she always had for anything she set her mind too.....It wasn't very long before he came to the sudden realization. The prince had slowly but surely fallen in love with the young red headed gal. So many emotions hit him at once. Happiness and guilt being the biggest two. For one, he was engaged to Vanessa, betrothed to be married a few months after all his studies are over. He couldn't go against his parents or break Vanessa's heart after so many years of being together, and she needed him. They had been exchanging letters and learnt her mother had sadly passed during an accident. While he couldn't attend her coronation or her mother's funeral, he still sent her many letters. There was still a piece of him that loved and cared about the young kind girl he grew up with, but not the lady she had become....But his heart was tugging towards the Princess of Flowers as he nicknamed her. The sweet scent always following her around. He often found himself happily thinking about his friend....But that's all they could ever be....Just friends. Vanessa was still his priority as glum as that made him and he had a duty to be there for his future wife. Besides. He was only delaying the inevitable by studying, soon they'd be wed and he would be together with her always.......Though that thought did NOT put him at ease at all. Vanessa in the mean time only drove further into her perfect fairytale madness. WIth her mother passing and her Prince not being able to call her his princess anymore, she was determined to then make her prince her King Instead and keep him all to herself. Jealousy spiking whenever he mentioned this Lady Winchester teaching him, he spoke so fondly and highly of his teacher. What did SHE have Vanessa didn't?! Vanessa was perfect. She made sure every INCH of her was, he just didn't put in enough effort on his part. All he needed was her back so he could know where his true place lied.

When the prince ultimately returned to spend just a holiday week at the summer house before their wedding within a few months time.....It was worse than ever. Vanessa demanded more attention of him. Accused him of liking the lady in the letters he had sent her. Said she would be staying in the summer house with him until their wedding to make sure he wasn't getting cold feet. Still despite all this and him trying to calm her down, he still made poor excuses for her and justified his betrothes's behavior towards him. Falling deeper and deeper into his now rare visits to his friend and falling more and more in love with her as the drew on. Knowing he could never really tell her how he really felt about her. Until one fateful day, the end of that week was the royals anniversary, the prince wanted to appease his beloved by getting her a beautiful bracelet and flowers for their anniversary as a gift to her. She deserved something special for the occasion before he went back, and soon his lonely self went on to that same little stand to but some flowers for his beautiful bride to be. Unfortunately he had used all his remaining pons to pay the jeweler for the bracelet .....but it-....He-......He gave the florist the bracelet as payment. One last gift from him he'd ever get to give her sadly.

For you see, the princess's jealousy had reached a boiling point. Delusionly thinking that her prince was courting another woman. In her range when he returned to the castle, a grim fate awaited him in the form of a curse and becoming locked within the cellar death did they part. Their kingdoms both in ruins from the curse. Anyone who didn't fall ill to the curse, fled the country never to return again. Vanessa now trapped within her own home, and the prince becoming a spirit of malice no one dares to challenge.

But what of the Florist you ask? Was she frozen by the Jealous Queen, or escaped with many other people? Well, we're about to find out.

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Cold. Darkness. All of it came rushed over so suddenly. Just like the two heavily armored guards carrying her kicking and screaming self towards the dreaded summer house that housed the royals deep in the snowed up world. That winter suddenly came that year unexpectedly with the freezing winds suddenly whipping around her when she just closed up her stand for the day, pocketing the expensive bracelet she was given as payment and what coins she received as payment, ready to go home. She didn't make much from her flower stand she always wanted, but that was always fine and dandy. She loved the smiles on the children's faces when they'd buy single flowers for their parents, or if she'd sell them flowers in exchange for small things like food. It was one way to get to eat around here. But the chills filling the air that after noon followed by the loud thumping sounds coming towards her were new. Especially when all of a sudden two giant armored men stood over her and seized her without warning. So naturally she resisted and fought against her captors as they took her away.

"LET THE PECK GO OF ME!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!"

The farther down the path they went the more horrified she became. There was ...snow. IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER!! Harsh white and cold wind glared all around her as she gawked around wildly....and then shrieked at the sight of a frozen person as they passed. Their feared expression forever frozen on their face. The poor girl went silent from the numb cold as those blue eyes widened in horror at all the suurounding frozen people as they walked past, never easing up on her grip, or giving any emotion to anything around them as the horrified woman went limp in their arms from shock as they approached the black gates and beyond that was the manor. Her blue eyes flicked up to it. It looked more menacing than it usually did as the entire house loomed over them the closer they got and a sudden feeling of dread filled her up to the very core of her soul as they were swallowed by the shadows and even more coldness bearing down on her. The guards didn't stop until they were going up the stairs and into the home. It was as dark and cold as the outside. Even more so if that was possible. She was still frozen and scared in the grip of the guards when the doors opened and they forced her inside. The inside of the manor was colder than the outside is that was even possible, and if she wasn't already in shock, she would've shrieked at what was awaiting them just a few feet away from the door.

In the darkness of cold and shadows, a hunched over monster made it's way over to them but dared not come further than five feet giving a hiss. Like she was a skunk and this red eyed thing was afraid of her. How strange, but that didn't stop her stop pointing a hand at her, and in possibly the most scariest, raspy voice Poppy had ever heard. Said:

"Take her to the room and lock her away. ...I can't to look at her for as my prince had done. Perhaps locking away her forever will teach her a lesson about gazing into another man's eyes who belong TO ME!!"

"...WAIT!! WHAT?!" She attempted to struggle again but their strength was too much.

Sadly be the fate of the innocent florist wasn't a pleasant one. As she was marched up the stairs to the very third floor of the manor, the coldness and shadows started to become too much to the point of her screaming and struggling body starting to be overcome by them all. the long hallway they were taking her down ended in a single pair of double doors, the doors suurounded by locks that haven't been locked yet. As her weakly numbing body was pushed into the empty room, she looked up just in time to see the two heavily armored guards slam the doors behind her. She struggled to stand with the cold seeping through all her body but wobbled to the door, vision blurring with nothing but darkness. Even as all the clicks and locks of the locks were put into place and the floor jostling with the heavy footsteps of the guards stopping away, she fell to her knees against the door and banged her fist against it. Screaming to be let out as the coldness and blackness seeped more into the room and still overtook her form.

Until it completely consumed her and upon the floor she laid. Beautiful red hair and blue eyes preserved by frost. Until a thousand years later. .....when a miracle happened...

And she once again got to take a breath.

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Objection!: Chapter 26

Chapter title: When Youre Home

A/n: Sorry it took awhile and im sorry its shorter!! Ive been really busy but I still wanted to get a chapter out! And ofc cant tell you what happens just yet also gotta let ya suffer. Sorry its bad but enjoy!! PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS YALL! PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS AND IF ITS CONFUSING OR YOU HAVE QUESTIONS IM HERE TO ANSWER THEM OK?

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words: 2356

summary: The world freezes as the gang follows the events of the previous night

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene,  murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

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“Dada!” No, Logan couldn't. His throat closes tightly hearing the sound of frantic children racing toward him. Wiping away his nervous tears he stands, the twins waste no time as Logan kneels to nuzzle themselves into him. Emile and Remy, somber faces, approach from behind. “Where's Papa?” Valerie shakes, her fears from the night only arising.

“Um...Patton is…” Logan cant speak, the words catch in his throat, stuck at some border keeping them down. “He’s…” He doesn't wish to beg for assistance, but his eyes beg  to anyone. Everyone avoids him, except…

“Why don't we go get some food?” Emile offers, the twins attention, tired and worn out, and focuses on the doctor. “We can get something for your dad” Emile and Remy work in sync, taking the pair from Logan. Nothing changes but the smallest glint shows his thankfulness. They set off and just as soon as they appeared, they fade into the rush of the midnight hour at the hospital. Cold and dark, Logan wants them back, the aching his body feels as he no longer can feel their presence.

He could see the crowd move, he could hear their mumblings and the world continue on. But he felt numb, like static surrounding him, nothing was there. Silence in this noisy void. Even when Virgil places his hand on the lawyers shoulder it takes a moment to register, then his face only sends him back.

“Hey we he- Patton” It takes almost no time to identify the ooze of blood and the frozen terror in the center of the courtroom. Virgil steps back, a moment of hesitation, Roman rushing by him sparks him back alive. He had never seen a puzzle so broken, so many pieces lost. Logan couldn't speak, but he held so tightly. But to what? Virgil hated it but it didnt look like Patton.

“Hel..help” Logan manages, something in him however was gone. Virgil couldn't look anymore, the pale face, he longed to see the bright smile, promising love as it flashed to all it passed. The sparkle of his eyes, a smart shine closed as they looked empty. Nothing was there, no one was there….

“Uhm Roman Reial, I need an ambulance… the courthouse on Preise Boulevard” He rushes, his breaths short and scared. “A-a gunshot wound...please just hurry” He pleads, Logan continues staring towards the door. The icy blue that sparked with wisdom and his unsuspected and treasured love had melted. They were empty, devoid of purpose to shine.

“We...we’re engaged” He mumbles, Virgil looks to Pattons hands instantly. The scuffed skin didn't distract from the stunning glimmer of the ring around his finger.

“C-come on” Virgil tries “We have to get him out of here...or apply pressure...or stop the bleeding or-”

“Virge breathe” Roman takes his hand, squeezing it gently. Their eyes meet and the dangerous storm dies down in Virgil, finding a light rain should suffice. “He’ll be ok”

“Don't make promises you can't keep” Virgil whispers, listening to a silent Logan crying ever so gently over a fallen love. Roman cups his cheek, the movement feeling natural.

“I'm not” He takes Virgil to the side, calming him as medics and cops file in. The pair are guilty as they ignore Logan's desperate cries, shunning away while Patton, if you can call his lifeless body that was hauled away. Logan sinks again, unable to move, no one makes a sound, the room falls quiet once more. “Logan…” Roman begins, his caution at a high point. The lawyer shakes his head, searching for the words, any words. A simple croak.

“Hes-”

“Dead” Logan mutters “He's dead” He slumps into his chair, Roman and Virgil share uneasy glances.

“What happened?!” The three look up, their eyes landing in unison. A fiery path alight as Barbara marched towards them, Marcy following her footsteps trying to put out the dark. Logan stands, not expecting the rough descent to the physical world. “What did you do?” She spits, desperate as everything falls apart.

“Barb!” Marcy calls, gently removing her from a distant Logan. “Bubbles take a breath, it's not Logan's fault” Marcy assures, stroking ever so delicately to her wife. Barbara tries to conjure an argument but shatters, falling into Marcys arms as she cries.

Shouldn't Logan be doing the same?

Why couldn't he feel the pain?

Had he succumbed...to the dark?

Not too long ago his confusion was riddled with unbearable pain, the sadness too much to feel as it coursed through his veins, practically pumping his breath. He needed Patton, that took something out of him. The name, even the mere thought was too much, a break in his step. Turning rapidly away from this scene, too much of a mirror of his inner turmoil, he walks to the door, and kept going. Ignore, he told himself, ignore the shouts and the concern.

“Patton Hart” He demands, the woman perks up, a note of sympathy accompanies her sweet smile. She dials the phone, hushed whispers before she returns to Logan, the man no doubt seemed insane.

“I'm sorry sir, mister Hart is still in surgery” She informs. “We will send someone out with updates, but please return to the waiting room” She requests, her politeness and formality wasn't something Logan could argue. And it made sense, what was he thinking. Resigned with shame he returns to the group, the moment his sweaty back hits the chair he gives in. The tears just come, you'd think dehydration might be a risk as he sobs with no filter. No one dared move, not even a breath escaped but Barbara's face morphs, she takes his side, clutching hard. If he needed pressure, he was getting it.

Everyone loved him, but these two...it was different. The pain, the absolute grief they felt, couldn't be matched, only sprouted from their passionate love. Even if there's differences between each other, it was intense...and it hurt. And they shared that, how awful…

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“I hear kids” Patton chuckles into the pillow, Logans arms remain around the smaller of the pair. It was true, the feet moved rapidly through the house, the wooden floors revealing their location with coy creaks. Logan groans, nuzzling into Patton not wishing to lose this warmth. “C’mon” Patton giggles, a gentle kiss on Logan's cheek before he sits up. His hair falling perfectly into a fluffed cloud. The pair reach for their glasses, preparing for the wave that approaches them.

“Papa! Dada!” The door bursts and the twins spare no one, jumping into the bed as they pounce on the fathers. Both lawyers fall back, laughing through muffled embraces. The twins had grown immensely, and yet they insisted on Sunday morning hugs.

“Where do you attain all this energy?” Logan wonders, adjusting Remus in front of him, the boy bounces excited. “It's eight in the morning” Logan yawns, Valerie follows suit sitting next to her brother.

“Lo they've only been alive for ten years, they have all the energy in the world” Patton teases, resting his head on Logan's accepting shoulder. “Why don't we give your father some space, come on Ill make you breakfast” Patton takes his time, slipping on his slippers as he leads the eager twins to the kitchen. The skip behind him, humming sweetly as they clutch to his hands.

“Cartoons?” Remus proposes, Patton nods and allows them to set up in front of the couch. The shows blare loud but nothing Patton didn't enjoy or was used to, he begins his work diligently in the kitchen. Never could he gain tired of the sweet bouts of laughter from the children.

“Good morning pop!” Patton turns, a giant grin spreads. Terrence stands idle, his cup tight in his small hands, his smile reflects brightly.

“Well good morning sweetness” Patton greets, kneeling slightly to face the young boy. “What can I do for you?” He offers, Terrence holds out his cup, shaking it gladly. “Juice or water?”

“Juice please! Jamahl sleeping still” He replies, Patton obliges, securing the drink into his hands once more. “Thank you kindly!” He beams, Patton hides a sweet chuckle, his vocabulary increasing everyday. “Hello papa” He waves to a slumbering Logan, hugging his legs before racing off to join his siblings, Logan ruffles his hair watching him go. Patton giggles turning back to his work, the stove ready for the delectable delight.

“Mmm” Logan hums, his arms wrapping gently around Patton's waist. His head falls perfectly on the mans shoulder, burrowing with ease. Patton giggles, the tickles certainly help to awake the man. Logan grows impatient spinning Patton towards him, leaning into a gentle kiss, a nice satisfaction as he pulls away.

“What was that for?” Patton laughs, Logan shrugs returning to his position. He enjoys watching his husband work, the careful manner as he prepares food, the unconscious humming that carries a tune. He places yet another kiss on Patton's cheek, wanting to remain as such forever. They both take a moment to turn to the children, each excited as the animation dances across the stage. Patton takes Logans hands in his own, interlacing their fingers as they watch.

“I want another” Logan yawns, Patton continues his cooking. He shakes his head stirring the coffee pouring two even cups.

“Another kiss?” He jokes, obliging by his own manner. Logan pouts and pulls Patton back to him. “Yes dearest?” He wonders

“Another kid” Logan presses, Pattons amused smile remains but falters a tad. “I mean look at them, they're perfect” Logan smiles, his glasses drooping. Patton adjusts them for him but bites his tongue. “Come on...I was looking and talking to Lia and-” Patton interjects quickly

“Lo I don't want another kid” He admits, his brows furrowed with concern. Logan takes a step back, their hands remain connected.

“I….what?” Logan mutters “I mean...you love kids. And you're wonderful with them. I don't understand…” Patton strokes his cheek, calming the anxiety he can see forming.

“I do love kids. I love Virgils son, I adore Thomas and the twins and Terrence are my life” Patton promises, yet something is off. “I just...I don't want another kid” He restates. “Divine, we are both full time lawyers and I'm on the city counsel. We already have trouble balancing our schedules with them. Adopting a child, no matter the age would be difficult. And it wouldn't be fair on them” Patton explains.

“What about Terrence? And Jamahl?” Logan marvels, scouring his brain. “That was even more dire, you were just out of the hospital a-and you were just starting. I was just beginning to learn what it meant to be a father-”

“And you are amazing at it” Patton smiles, Logan can't find the same urge.

“Terrence was a baby, I mean we could take in a grown child...like Jamahl. Statistics show that they are less likely to be taken in and it would save us the trouble of a newborn and it would be easier to help them adjust and understand” Logan rushes, desperate. “We can do it” He assures, Pattons usual determination, his need to please Logan just couldn't conjure itself.

“I-im sorry Lo, I don't want another kid” Patton laments, finally it seems their hands find their way apart.

“Ok maybe not now, I mean maybe in the future we could-” Logan tries. Pattons hands clutch to the table, the spatula could sink into the counter.

“No Logan you're not hearing me” He whispers, wishing to keep this to themselves. “I don't want another kid, We’ve got two ten year olds. Both who have been through more than any ten year old should. Both also very familiar to a broken home, and wishing for nothing more than to keep what stability they have. We've got a little five year old who despite being just a baby was thrown through system and system and didn't know a stable and safe home until he took his first steps on that carpet over there and his over-protective brother finally trusted us” Patton takes a frustrated breath “We have full careers and If I know you, which I pride myself on, you want it go further and advance” He watches the once expression he hated so much, Logans eyes fall hopeless. He takes his cheeks, aweing so gently. “Logan, my starlight, I love you so much. I love you, and the kids and my job and my friends. I like our life. But I don't want another kid, Jamahls about to go off to college, the twins are going to be in highschool in no time and Terrence is beginning school” Patton serves the now saddened breakfast, moving to the table as he sets it. Molly whines at his feet for food, he wishes to coo but his heart feels heavy.

“Patton I-” Logan begins

“I have to go wake up Jamahl, he has SAT prep and Thomas is coming over soon to play with Terrence” Patton gives another look before disappearing behind the wall. Both take shuddered breaths fearing their own ability to stop tears. The house felt tense, hard to move through, hard to breath. Hard to stay still, why was it shaking?

“Logan” The softest voice cuts through, the lawyer sputters awake, his eyes flutter open. Virgil kneels in front of him, his hands gentle as he places a hold on the man. “He's out of surgery” Virgil informs, Logan nods before fully comprehending Virgil's words. He jumps up, rushing to the doctor who was seemingly reporting to Barbara.

“...he hasn't awoken yet but his vitals are stable for now” The man finishes, thats all Logan needed. “As you are immediate family you can see him, the rest of you will have to wait” Logans heart drops, falling below his knees. Barbara rings her hands but takes Logan.

“This is his husband” The doctor checks his chart, skeptical as to who is listed. “Its recent so he hasn't had time to update it” Barbara adds, Logan would be eternally grateful to her later. Especially as they walk through the forbidden doors and straight down to the room…

His room.  

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