#The sooner they go the sooner they'll return

[lifeistooshort-tobeafraid]

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck fuck.

Announcing that FOUR!!!! members are leaving at the same time is just cruel.

I hope they go and come back healthy. We'll be waiting for all seven, 2025 june is not that far right? 😭 right?

#The sooner they go the sooner they'll return #2 fucking years #This is insane unfair and cruel #I'll miss them so so much #My baby Jungkook 😭 #BTS

[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [19]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

Part 18 | Fic Masterlist | Part 20

"What do you mean it will take weeks for me to fully recover? I don't have that kind of time, Yunho. This war isn't over yet." Your husband frowned, his gaze fixed on the physician from his position on the bed.

You sighed, stepping closer to the doctor, your concern evident, "Seonghwa, Physician Jung is doing his best. How can you return to battle if you're not physically strong enough? What good will that do, hm? And remember, you've acknowledged Officer Song's strategic prowess. Perhaps it's time to have a little faith in him for now."

Like magic, your words softened the general's hardened expression as he nodded in defeat, "Fine, I suppose you're right," He offered you a smile before turning back to Yunho, "I trust you've at least written back to Mingi to assure him I'm fine, right?"

"It's done, my lord."

"That's good; things should be stable for now. We dealt a significant blow to the Ruhon forces in our last battle. It's unlikely they'll launch any new attacks soon, considering their diminished numbers. If things continue to go well, this war might conclude sooner than expected." Seonghwa remarked, feeling optimistic.

"I certainly hope so, for everyone's sake. I made sure to inform Officer Song that you'll need a few weeks to recover. If they need you urgently, I'm sure he'll write back promptly," The physician assured, relieved to see your husband immediately agree with him, calming down so quickly with your presence, "Yes, I'm sure he will." Yunho knew for certain that without you there, he would have had a much harder time attempting to soothe the older man's frustration.

Sensing the general's longing gaze toward you, the doctor suppressed a knowing grin. Understanding that he was interrupting your much-needed private moment, he decided it was time to leave you both alone. With a final bow, he excused himself, "Well, that's all from me for now. I'll return tomorrow for your bandage change and medication. Good day, General Park and Lady Park."

After the physician left the room, you approached Seonghwa to ensure his comfort, tucking the comforters snugly around him and adjusting the pillow behind his back. His eyes remained fixed on your face, which he had missed dearly, as you fussed over him, "Is the temperature alright? Let me know if it's too hot or cold," You inquired. He nodded, and you continued, "Are you hungry? You must be. I'll ask the kitchen staff to prepare something for you—"

Before you could step away from his bedside, he grasped your wrist, his expression displaying a small pout, "Stop, my love. I just want you to stay with me, please."

You softened, placing your hand over his and giving it a reassuring squeeze before brushing some of his hair away from his face, "I'm sorry, I was just worried about you. You've been away at war for so long. I wanted to make sure you have everything you need now that you're home before you eventually return to the battlefield."

He smiled, his hold on your wrist tightening slightly, "All I need is you." He murmured, gently pulling you closer into his arms.

Feeling your heart melt at his words, you relaxed into his embrace on the bed as he pulled the comforter over both of you. Nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, you sighed contentedly as he kissed your temple. He felt complete with you so close again, "God, I missed you so much," He confessed, "Out of all the wars I've fought, this has to be the most dreadful one. Not because it was tough, but because I couldn't stop thinking about you throughout it all."

"I missed you too, Seonghwa," You confessed, drawing in a deep breath to savour his familiar scent, "I never thought I could yearn to be near someone this badly."

His eyes instinctively fluttered shut as you nestled closer to him, pressing his nose against your hair, wishing for this moment to last forever. After a moment of comfortable silence, he couldn't resist asking, "I've heard a lot has happened while I was gone. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you through it. Tell me everything, my wife."

Taking a deep breath, you started from the beginning, recounting the events that unfolded after the general had departed for war. You described encountering Jinjoo during your visit to the fabric factory with Hongjoong, the surprise visit from the prince to the estate, and his unexpected invitation to the birthday banquet. You explained how he lied about you representing Seonghwa at the event and your gratitude for Wooyoung and San's help in preparing for it.

As you narrated every little detail that occurred at the supposed royal birthday celebration, your husband's heart swelled with pride and admiration. He listened intently, feeling his love for you grow with each word. Your courage in standing up for yourself and defending him in front of Prince Yeosang filled him with immense gratitude. He realised how fortunate he was to have you by his side.

"I'm so proud of you, my darling Lady Park."

With a light scoff, you teasingly pushed him in the chest, "Are you now, my dearest General Park? I still can't believe the first thing you chose to do after coming back was hurt me and push me away."

Guilt immediately clouded his expression as he drew closer to you, emitting a small whine, "I'm sorry, my love. Truly, I am. Speaking those cruel words hurt me more than this damn wound. I promise I didn't mean any of it. You're not troublesome at all, and I do want you with me for the rest of my days. If anything, you're all I need from now until the end of time."

At that, you could no longer bear to continue making him feel bad. Turning serious, you gently caressed the bandaged area on his abdomen before speaking, "I understand, Hwa. I really do. But I swear, if you ever pull something like that again, I won't hesitate to let Hongjoong loose on you."

His heart skipped a beat at the nickname you used for him, one you had never used before, "What did you just call me? Say it again."

Embarrassed, you blinked rapidly and cleared your throat before repeating softly, "I called you Hwa. It's your name, isn't it?"

He nodded with a cheeky grin, covering your hand with his, "Indeed it is. I love how bold you've become, my love. Now, along with that nickname, tell me you love me again."

You blushed at his request, feeling he deserved to hear it as many times as he wanted now that he'd returned to your side safely. Relenting, you bit your lip and murmured, "I love you, Hwa."

"Again." He demanded, resting his forehead gently against yours.

"I love you, Hwa."

"Again, my love." He whispered, leaning in closer with hooded eyes.

"I love you, Hwa."

"Say it for me just one more time."

"I love you so much, Park Seonghwa."

Intoxicated by your presence, he could no longer resist cupping your face and pressing his lips firmly against yours. You kissed him back fervently, eyes fluttering shut as you relished the sensation of his lips on yours. Both your hearts raced as you made up for lost time, pressing close to one another under the sheets. Your cheeks burned up, realising this was the most intimate moment you'd shared with your husband so far.

Gently pushing him away by the chest, you looked up at him, worry evident in your eyes, "That's enough, Hwa. You're still injured—"

But before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in, capturing your lips in another loving kiss. You gasped in surprise, but your resistance crumbled quickly as he deepened the kiss. Maybe just for a little longer, you thought to yourself, giving in to the moment.

As he savoured the feeling of having you so close, Seonghwa's emotions swirled within him like a tempest. He needed this closeness desperately, especially after the fear he'd felt earlier, thinking he might be close to death. The regret for hurting you with his words gnawed endlessly at him, and he despised the idea of being separated from you again. How could he have ever entertained the thought of you being with another man? The mere thought of Prince Yeosang in his place, holding you, touching you, kissing you, filled him with an uncontrollable jealousy that bordered on madness.

These thoughts fueled a surge of aggression within him as he flipped you around on the bed, trapping you beneath him. He loomed over you, his gaze intense as he whispered, "Mine. You're all mine."

As much as the sudden action flustered you and caused your heart to skip a beat, you frowned at his stubbornness, realising he wouldn't know when to stop unless sternly told off, "Are you out of your mind, Park Seonghwa? Such big movements could affect the wound, you idiot." You scolded, disrupting the intimate moment.

He blinked, momentarily speechless at the abrupt change in tone, protesting, "I'm fine, my wife—"

Before he could continue, the dressmaker barged in with raised brows, "Oh, we're all fine now, aren't we? I guess you're well enough to take a beating then."

The general panicked, hastily laying back in his spot, "Hongjoong, please, it's rude to enter without knocking." He chided.

You snickered when his friend rolled his eyes, "Well, it's also rude to disrespect your wife, but here we are."

"Oh my god, stop reminding me—"

"I'll stop when you learn to grow the hell up."

"Says you?!"

With a deep sigh, you stood up from your husband's bed, "You two fight to your heart's content; I'm going to prepare something to eat for this one." You said, gesturing to Seonghwa, ignoring his silent pleas not to leave him alone with his friend.

Hongjoong grinned at you, "Don't you worry, I'll take good care of him in the meantime."

Oh, I know you will.

"Have we heard from Physician Jung yet?" Mingi inquired as he was being suited up in preparation for the impending attack by the approaching Ruhon men.

"No, sir. It appears we're facing this battle on our own. But with your exceptional strategies, we should manage well even without General Park." One of the soldiers replied, striving to maintain optimism despite the military commander's absence.

"Let us hope so." The strategist muttered, unable to bring himself to reveal that his strategies had been devised with the assumption of having the best warrior in all of Joseon leading the army. Officer Song hadn't seen battlefield action since his promotion, and his combat skills were far from polished. Just why did this have to happen in the general's absence? Mingi feared the responsibility; if they failed in this battle, it would fall on him. The prospect of leading these men to their deaths was enough to make him feel nauseous.

He still couldn't grasp how Ruhon had made such a swift comeback. It seemed implausible given the significant losses they had suffered in the last battle. After all, the enemy nation wasn't known for its strategic prowess; they were often predictable in their actions. Unless... they were intentionally misleading Joseon into underestimating them? If so, the strategist might have played right into their hands as part of their plan.

Oh god, what do I do?

As General Officer Song meticulously went through his preparations for the impending battle, a sense of unease settled over him like a heavy cloak. Even with his efforts to focus solely on the task at hand, his thoughts kept drifting back to Seonghwa. The absence of their commander, his superior, and one of his closest friends weighed heavily on his mind.

With each passing moment, his worry for the general intensified. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that enveloped him, wondering if his friend was safe and well. Had the older man managed to make it home? Had Yunho received his letter, informing him of General Park's condition?

These questions nagged endlessly at him, gnawing at his insides as he grappled with the uncertainty of the situation. Despite his attempts to maintain a facade of confidence for the sake of his fellow soldiers, Mingi couldn't shake the underlying fear that something terrible might have happened to Seonghwa. All he could do now was hope and pray for his friend's safety, even as the spectre of war loomed ever closer.

A sudden wave of fear washed over him, unlike anything he had experienced in a long time. The general's absence felt more profound and impactful than ever before. It was as if the very foundation of his confidence had been shaken, revealing the stark reality that his sense of assurance had always been rooted in the presence and trust of his commanding officer.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the strategist found himself questioning his own abilities and worthiness. Without General Park by his side, his confidence wavered, leaving him feeling unsteady and uncertain. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such panic in war.

With a heavy heart, he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, attempting to steady his nerves. Doing his best to ignore the doubts that plagued him, he knew he had a duty to fulfil. With trembling hands, he reviewed his strategies once more, desperately seeking reassurance in the plans he had meticulously crafted.

As he waited for the cue to head out and face the enemy, Officer Song resolved to push aside his fears and doubts. He may not have Seonghwa's guidance and leadership at this moment, but he knew he had to stand firm and lead the troops to the best of his abilities. With determination set in his heart, Mingi braced himself, ready to face whatever may come in the battle that awaited him.

Just as he was hoping to receive any updates about the general or word from Physician Jung, a soldier burst into the main tent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The strategist's heart skipped a beat, looking forward to some semblance of reassurance amid his mounting anxiety. However, instead of providing the updates he had been desperately seeking, the soldier stammered out his words.

"S-sir, I'm afraid it's time we head out and be on standby," The soldier managed to say between breaths, "The Ruhon army should be arriving anytime soon."

Mingi's hands clenched involuntarily, his mind racing with a mix of apprehension and determination. Despite the lack of information about Seonghwa's condition, he knew that duty called and he had to lead his troops into battle. With a firm nod, he suppressed the trembling in his hands and resolved to face the conflict head-on.

"Let's go out and make General Park proud." He declared, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. With resolve burning in his eyes, he led his men out of the tent.

Moments later, Officer Song found himself mounted on a horse, the weight of his armour pressing against his shoulders as he surveyed the Joseon army lined up behind him. They stood at attention, ready for his orders, their anticipation palpable in the air.

As he gazed out at the empty land ahead, where the enemy forces would soon emerge, Mingi could hear nothing but the thundering of his own heart in his ears. His hands tightened around the hilt of his sword, a familiar weight that offered some measure of comfort in the face of uncertainty.

With a deep breath, he forced himself to focus, pushing aside the uncertainties that threatened to overwhelm him. He may not be Park Seonghwa, but he had undergone rigorous training and was a capable fighter in his own right. Reminding himself of his own combat skills, he squared his shoulders and steeled his resolve.

"We stand ready." He declared, his voice carrying across the ranks of soldiers behind him. Despite the nerves gnawing at his insides, he projected an air of confidence, determined to lead his troops with strength and determination.

I hope you're proud of me, hyung-nim.

His breath hitched in his throat as he finally spotted a tiny speck on the horizon, growing larger and more distinct with each passing moment. His heart raced as he realised that these were the enemy soldiers they had been waiting for. With a loud voice, he yelled the order for all soldiers to get into position.

Tensions were high as everyone readied themselves, their nerves stretched taut with fear at the absence of their strongest warrior to lead them. But as the figures drew closer, Officer Song's brow furrowed in confusion.

Something was not right.

Instead of a formidable army, only a few Ruhon soldiers were riding toward them, their arms raised in what appeared to be a gesture of surrender. Mingi's eyes widened in disbelief as he heard their cries.

"Soldiers of Joseon! Please don't attack! We have come to surrender!"

A sense of astonishment rippled through the ranks of the Joseon army as they processed the unexpected turn of events. One of the Ruhon men even went so far as to pull out a white flag, waving it frantically to signal their willingness to concede defeat.

The strategist's grip tightened on his sword as he studied the Ruhon soldiers before him, their faces worn with exhaustion and defeat. Despite their assurances, he couldn't afford to let his guard down yet, not after the treacherous tactics they had previously employed against Seonghwa.

"Hold it right there! How can we believe you're telling the truth?" He demanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

The Ruhon soldiers let out heavy sighs, their arms still raised in a gesture of surrender, "Please, we're telling the truth. Most of our troops have been depleted from the last battle," One of them explained, his voice tinged with desperation, "Our ruler has sent word just this morning to put this war to an immediate stop. A messenger is on the way to your royal palace to convey the message to your King as we speak. We come in peace to relay this message, and that is all. All remaining Ruhon troops will be retreating from our camp after this."

Mingi remained silent for a moment, weighing their words carefully. Finally, he lowered his sword, signalling for his own troops to stand down, "Very well," He said, his voice tinged with caution, "But know that we will be watching closely. Any sign of treachery from you, and we will not hesitate to defend ourselves."

The Ruhon soldiers visibly relaxed at his words, nodding quickly, "You have my word." One of them assured before they turned around and began riding away. The tension dissolved as they disappeared from sight, leaving Officer Song and his men standing in disbelief. Relief washed over them, dispelling the earlier fears. The strategist's expression mirrored the collective sentiment of his troops—a mix of relief and disbelief.

"Well, I guess we should head back to camp and await confirmation then," Mingi said, his voice filled with a hint of exhaustion. His soldiers nodded eagerly, grateful that the tense situation had been resolved peacefully. They began to disperse, their spirits lifted by the unexpected turn of events.

Now, everything fell into place, and the pieces of the puzzle aligned once again. His earlier suspicions about Ruhon's swift recruitment of soldiers now made perfect sense. It was clear that they no longer possessed enough manpower to continue fighting this war.

Returning to the main tent, Mingi was relieved to find a messenger waiting for him, "Officer Song, there you are! You have a letter from Physician Jung Yunho," The messenger announced eagerly. He hurried over to receive the paper, unfolding it with urgency. His eyes scanned the neatly written words at lightning speed, absorbing the contents. Once finished, he released the breath he had been holding, sinking into the seat behind him, "Oh, thank heavens the general is alright." He breathed out, a weight lifted from his shoulders.

The messenger's face immediately brightened at his words, and he quickly left to share the good news with the others. Mingi couldn't help but smile; everything was finally falling into place.

Peace, at last.

But his moment of relief was short-lived as a commotion erupted outside. The strategist frowned and left the tent to see what was happening. He found his soldiers blocking the entry of a woman, which puzzled him. Women weren't allowed in this area.

"Forgive us, ma'am. Women are not permitted here," One of the soldiers explained. Mingi pushed through to hear her response, "Yes, I know that, but you don't understand. I'm here on His Majesty's orders. We received word that General Park has been poisoned, and I've been sent specifically to treat him."

As he caught sight of her petite figure, his eyes widened in recognition. Not because of her uniform, which indicated she was a female royal physician, renowned for their medical expertise, but because she was the one he had been searching for all this time.

I finally found you, my one.

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"The audacity of those Ruhon bastards, attempting to poison my strongest warrior. That's nothing short of treachery, isn't it, my Queen?" The King grumbled, his concern for Seonghwa evident in his furrowed brow. He had even dispatched their most skilled female royal physician to the war zone, trusting her to heal him.

Anxiety filled his being as his wife sighed beside him, offering a comforting hand on his back. She had yet to muster any courage to mention the trouble caused by their fourth son during the general's absence, not wanting to add to her husband's worries, "I wish I had an answer for that, Your Majesty." She murmured sympathetically.

Before the royal couple could further drown in their pool of misery, the royal secretary rushed in with a few letters. He hastily performed the formal bow, only to have the King wave it away.

"Forget the formalities, Secretary Choi! Tell us what updates you have this instant!" His Majesty's voice was urgent.

San nodded, swiftly unfolding the papers and reading each one aloud. With each letter, a weight seemed to lift from the room.

"The first letter is from General Park," He began, "He reports he's safely home and receiving treatment from his own doctor."

Relief washed over the King's face.

"And the second?" Her Majesty pressed, her tone hopeful.

San's voice steadied as he continued, "The second is from the ruler of Ruhon. He acknowledges defeat and officially surrenders. He is also requesting an audience to discuss a peace treaty. It would seem the war is over, Your Majesties."

"Oh, thank goodness it's over."

After a moment of everyone digesting the news, His Majesty furrowed his brows in slight confusion, "Wait, General Park is home already, you say?" His voice carried a note of incredulity, "How odd. That would mean he began travelling back before there was even news of the enemy's surrender. Why would he return home all of a sudden? Did something else happen?"

The Queen's heart sank at that. For weeks, she had harboured the hope of shielding Yeosang from his father's potential wrath, but now it seemed fate had other plans.

I'm sorry, my son.

Woohoo, only the final part is left, and we're done with the main story! Psst, try going over to the Spinoff Masterlist to see if you can spot anything new HEHE🙈

As always, thank you so much for reading, and please let me know your thoughts! <3

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[darkbluekies]

Silas & Dr Kry drabbles: releasing knock-out gas to capture you

Mafia!yandere OC x doctor!yandere OC x reader

Warnings: mentions of basement punishment, mentions of breaking reader, bimbofication(?)

Silas:

You've locked yourself in his office after Silas threatened to throw you into the basement. Him and his men has gathered outside the wooden door. His men want to shoot the door open, but Silas doesn't want any of the bullets to go through and hit you.

"Baby, I'm warning you", he chuckles and feels the door handle. "You're just making it worse for yourself! Come out now and I'll be nicer to you."

Liar. You look around desperately for something to protect yourself with, knowing that he'll find a way in sooner or later.

Silas turns to his men and lowers his voice. "Get the sleep gas."

They nod and run. Silas stretches his neck. He doesn't need the sleep gas, but he's has enough of your childish outbursts. He would rather do everything calm and quietly instead of having you kicking and screaming over his shoulder.

"Y/N, if I were you I'd walk over to the couch", he says. "Or else you'll have a concussion. Your choice."

The men return with the gas and start to pump it under the door. Silas can hear how you gasp and take a deep breath. He chuckles. Do you really think that you can hold your breath and avoid it? Silly thing.

It doesn't take long before he hears your body hit the floor. Silas smiles cockily. Once again, he wins.

"Now, shoot", he says and signals for his second in command to shoot the lock. "They're on the floor, no bullets should hit them."

The second in command shoots the lock until the door bursts open. Silas sees you lying on the carpet, knocked out cold. Of course you didn't listen to him about hitting your head. He walks over and sinks down by your head. Carefully, he caresses your cheek with his rough hand.

"You stupid little thing", he whispers and picks you up in his muscular arms. "You just never learn your lesson, do you? Have to make me do all of this to teach you where your place is. My dumb baby. "

Your head automatically slump onto his shoulder. Silas breaks out into a smile. He adores the feeling of having you in his arms — especially when you're not struggling or throwing punches at him. He walks past his men, towards the basement stairs. This time, he'll break you.

Dr Kry:

You’ve locked yourself in a medical supply closet to prove a point to Dr Kry. You know everything about the poisoned air purifier. Normally, he'd unlock the door and grab you, but not this time. Not when you're this frantic. Not long after you can hear a heavy knock at the door.

“If you don’t come out now, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands, Y/N”, Dr Kry says warningly with his forehead pressed against the door. "I don't think you want that!"

You look around, but there's nowhere to go. No window, no door, no vent. Panic sets in.

Dr Kry goes to get the gas, figuring that it'll be easier to unlock the door without you butting in. If you start to scream and cause a scene, the other doctors will be suspicious ... and stick their nose in Dr Kry's business. Maybe even take you from him. The thought makes him shudder. They'll misunderstand. You're just scared, nothing more.

He returns and start to pump it under the door.

"Don't be alarmed, Y/N", Dr Kry says. "Just take deep breaths for me and I will get you out of there shortly."

"No, no, no!" you panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

You try to unlock the door, but he forces it shut. He changes his mind. You're going to pay for your actions. You have to learn from your mistakes. It's for your own good.

He waits for a minute before he pulls up his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door. You're lying on the floor in your hospital gown, fresh tearstains on your cheeks. Dr Kry picks you up in his arms and sit on the floor for a moment, just to feel your wonderful body. He rests his head on yours, sighing. You're too scared for your own good. He has to take better care of you.

"Let's get you back to bed", he says, knowing that you can't hear him. "I'll restrain you, you don't have to be afraid of yourself anymore. I'll take every measure to make sure you're safe."

Dr Kry kisses your forhead and stands up, walking back to your room.

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[chefkids]

I love your meta!!! It’s amazing that you’re still able to identify and connect new things that the rest of us overlooked. Do you have any predictions for next season? Not just with SydCarmy but also any thoughts about where the show may take us

Thank you!

I think a big focus of next season is going to be on their lives intertwining and their families coming together. Season 3 ended with Richie, Nat, Carmy, and Sydney all coming together to open the restaurant and including her in their core group like family. And like Ayo and everyone in the show has said, this is all about chosen family and real family. But I also think a lot of bad shit is going to happen, especially at the very start of the season.

After Carmy practically begging to meet Sydney's dad, I do think Emmanuel and Carmy will finally meet. I do not think he is going to like Carmy at the start. He is very sceptical of their whole arrangement, he knows Sydney quit for a minute and might have heard Sydney talk shit about him. And if he ever finds out what went down on opening night, I don't think he'll be too happy with Carmy. But I do think they will eventually bond and get to know each other, I think including that Sydney's dad was sober from alcohol is going to be a big conversation for them.

I think they were alluding for Natalie having some sort of complication maybe preeclampsia with her shoulder pain. I think she's going to give birth sooner rather than later. Natalie giving birth is going to bring Donna back and is what is going to get Carmy and his mother to finally see each other again after seemingly years apart.

I also think Donna and Sydney will meet. I think Natalie and Sydney are both going to try to get Carmy to at least try to give his mother a chance because they are both much more optimistic and forgiving people than him. I think it's going to cause a lot of tension between all of them because Carmy doesn't want Sydney seeing that side of his family.

Sydney's share/ownership of the restaurant comes back into question. I also think Carmy getting more credit/recognition than her in reviews or press will bother her. I think she will basically say that this place is not really hers. Someone tries to poach Sydney, Carmy freaks out. Sydney starts to consider if it is worth staying if another good opportunity comes along.

Marcus' mom is dead and gone. RIP to that lady. I think grief and how they all deal with it differently will be a big theme. Carmy ignored his grief for a long time and tried to use work to fix things. Sydney and her dad still keep her mom's memory alive but she still struggles with letting others know about her grief. I think Marcus will be letting others help him and be there for him and Sydney will be there for him. I think this will bring back things Carmy about his own grief and how he's still dealing with it.

Luca returns to fill in for him for a bit and emotional support for Marcus. Which I think will also bring us to see Competitive Carmy in full force as goes into Michelin Mode, for Syd's sake. No amusement or enjoyment. I also think this will kinda turn the crew against Carmy as they'll prefer Sydney, they kind of already do. Especially considering she was more involved in training them and in the build than he was. Plus she's just nicer than him.

Sydney will overwork herself and burn out, she won't trust Carmy on his own and will inevitably put a lot of pressure on herself. She's not going to want to quit or stop but Carmy and her Dad will be pressuring her to slow down because she's making herself sick. I think a large focus of Season 3 will be on their energy. In Season 1 it was all about the pressure of money, Season 2 about time pressure, and now they need to find the energy to keep going because they need to make back money in a set time frame. The focus on energy and their internal dynamics between them, rather than external issues like things in restaurant being broken.

Jealous Carmy. When he realizes Marcus likes Syd more than a friend, he's going to view everyone as competition and a threat, even though he's still to scared to do anything about it. I think Sydney will grow closer to Marcus and Richie and maybe even Luca or new guy Connor, not in any romantic way, but it is going to bother Carmy a lot that she never spends any time with him and that they know her outside of work but he doesn't.

Menu overhaul is inevitable, aside from Marcus dishes, most of the menu is not that remarkable and they really need to pull out new interesting ideas if they want a star. I'm sure we will see a lot more of Syd and Carmy actually testing recipes together. Carmy is just not as creative as Sydney when it comes to food, he struggled with the chaos menu. Mostly as Carmy's way to force proximity with Syd when she doesn't want to be around him.

I'm also still rooting for the return of the short rib risotto and the missing acid chaos ingredient. They have to bring it back.

Tina and/or Richie straight up comment on Sydcarmy. I think Tina knows and suspects a lot more than she lets on. She is very observant and protective over Sydney. She's overheard and seen a lot of what has been going down between them. She's going to put Carmy in his place and scare him a little on Sydney's behalf.

Richie on a similar note is going to put 2 and 2 together on what Carmy is feeling and basically tell him to stay away from Sydney because he doesn't want a Claire 2.0 to happen to her and he probably feels like Carmy does not even deserve Sydney in any way and he would just fuck things up for everyone at the restaurant.

Natalie finally says something to him and that's what finally gets him to do something and stop bottling everything in. She never commented on his relationship to anyone except Sydney, and that was more so to get her in the loop and protect her, because she knew Carmy was leading her on while seeing Claire and not telling her. She's going to subtly or not so subtly ask him wtf he is doing. I also think Jimmy fully thought Sydney was his girlfriend.

Fire Suppression System will tested for real with an actual fire. I have a lil theory that Sydney is going to be the one to accidentally start a fire next season. The fire suppression test was all a metaphor for Syd and Carmy suppressing their feelings and the spark/fire that they have. At the end of season 1 Carmy started a grease fire after Sydney quit, because he couldn't suppress his sadness and feelings for her. In season 2 they passed the fire suppression and Carmy decided to declare Claire his girlfriend. They managed to contain their feelings, but eventually they still came out with Carmy and his panic attack. But now I'm sure Sydney is going to be the one trying to suppress feelings because of how everything went down, and I think it will just blow up in her face literally and metaphorically. They spent so much time explaining the fire suppression system and the electrical wiring and the amperage of it all, that I think it's going to come into play again.

Carmy uses Sydney for emotional support without her realizing. When he texted her because he needed her comfort and forgiveness before opening Mikey's note, she didn't know that was what was happening. When he had panic attack and thought of her to calm down he used her for comfort, but she doesn't know all that. I think he's going to tell her or show her that she is his comfort person. I also think we will also see Sydney eventually reach for him for support and comfort as well.

Sydney's catering days and UPS flashback. Please I am begging. We need more of her lore. I think next season will be a lot of seeing her as more independent and being the boss, we only just started to see her at her peak performance in the last episode. I think we'll see more of her evolution, and also her flighty nature. She went from restaurant to restaurant. I think the idea of her leaving The Bear will hang around all season, but she won't leave.

Claire apology then goodbye within the same episode. Sorry to that girl. I think Carmy was already planning to breakup with her after he had the panic attack and the talk with Uncle Jimmy, which is why he freaked out when after he saw her at dinner. I don't think there would be much place for her unless they throw her into some hospital scenes with maybe Nat or Sydney being sick. I think her work here is done. I think she might make other appearances with the Faks. They are close family friends. Maybe she's friends with the elusive Francie Fak that everyone is dying to know what happened between her and Nat.

I think Richie will try to work elsewhere for a bit. He wants to prove that he doesn't need Carmy and that he can succeed without him. I think he'll come back when Sydney asks him to. The situation with him and Tiff feels very 50/50 to me. On the one hand I think it could be him learning to move on from his ex, on the other hand I think Chris and Joanna are all about second chances and I could see Tiff seeing Richie change and wanting to give things another chance.

I also think there's opportunity to see another city like we did with Copenhagen. I'm still rooting for Carmy to take Syd to Noma before it shuts down. I could also see a New York flashback episode with Carmy working at Eleven Madison and Sydney going on her NYC food tour and their whole invisible string coming together.

Not in this season, but The Bear Cookbook will happen. Trust.

And The Psychedelic Musical Episode. A girl can dream. But I do think we'll get another karaoke scene, maybe with the whole crew going out after a shift and just letting loose for once.

#the bear #the bear meta #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #chefs kiss #the bear fx

[apomaro-mellow]

Part A

Eddie had Steve pressed against the bed post as he devoured his mouth. And Steve absolutely felt like he was being consumed. It was all tongues and teeth and the way Eddie's hands with fisting around his waist, his clothes would be on the floor soon if they didn't stop. But Steve didn't want it to end either, so he let it go on for a little longer. He even let his own hands wander down, playing with the hem of Eddie's pants as if he'd let it get that far.

Then Steve turned away from the kiss, which only made Eddie press his lips to his jaw and neck.

"It's time", Steve reminded him.

"Just one more", Eddie breathed out, letting his teeth drag against his skin.

Steve didn't feel his fangs though, so it was clear he was trying to show some restraint. Still, it was clear he was intent on marking up Steve in all ways that he could. They'd already fucked this morning so he was sure he carried Eddie's scent for all creatures it mattered to. Today he wasn't wearing the blue he had arrived in but in clothes that were more on Eddie's brand, decked out in black and silver.

And now he was going to have bite marks.

"You could just piss on my leg for how subtle you're being. Or get me round with child. Maybe they'll get the idea then."

"Don't tempt me, precious", Eddie grinned. "One deal, one spell and you'll be carrying my spawn." He tried not to show how much the idea thrilled him but perhaps he revealed his hand, letting his fingers press against Steve's belly.

Steve rolled his eyes but he loved it. He loved how much Eddie wanted him and needed the world to know he was spoken for in all the ways that mattered.

They untangled long enough to leave their room and go outside to say their goodbyes while the last of his things were loaded into the carriage.

"I'll be back before you know it", Steve said while Eddie was endlessly kissing his hand.

"Do you plan on sneaking back inside? Because that's the only way you'll be back before I know it. I'm going to be watching the road, darling."

Steve felt like his heart might burst. "You do remember you have a kingdom to run, don't you?"

"What? This old place?", Eddie gestured to the towering castle.

"If I hear you're ignoring your duties while I'm gone, I'm leaving you for Gareth."

"But ignoring my duties is completely fine when I'm doing it with you?"

"Well I'm more important", Steve smiled. "You said so yourself."

"Stronger than all my armies combined", Eddie nodded. "More beautiful than the crystal caves. Resourceful and witty beyond compare." With each declaration he pulled Steve somehow even closer until he was whispering only to him. "And a body that was made to be loved and fucked by me."

Then they were kissing again and Steve couldn't remember why he was leaving again. Someone was clearing their throat and this time Eddie was the responsible one who pulled away.

"The sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back."

Steve nodded and finally began to move away from him. He backed away, eyes never leaving Eddie even as he walked backward into the carriage's side. He scooted until he found the footman's hand and lifted into the carriage, still looking at his love.

"Why doesn't this thing have a back window?", Steve mused to himself as the carriage departed, taking him away from Eddie.

Eddie wasn't faring much better, standing on the steps as Steve started off for his old kingdom. He was returning for the shortest amount of time possible to officially renounce his claim to the throne. Word had already spread that the queen was with child and they didn't want anything in the way of their future ascension.

Steve had already put his parents behind him. To get it on paper seemed rather tedious, especially since the document could have been sent to acquire his signature. But perhaps it was his father tugging the leash one last time before he completely disowned his first born.

While riding in the carriage, Steve kept himself occupied with daydreams. Maybe he would find a way to sneak back home and surprise Eddie. Instead of Eddie welcoming him, it could be the other way around. Steve would already be in bed, opening himself up for Eddie to slide right in....

The jolt of a sudden stop brought Steve out of his thoughts. They'd been traveling for a few hours, so a resting stop made sense, but why so suddenly. He waited for either the driver to report something, or continue. When neither happened, he shifted the curtain open slightly to get a peek.

Highwaymen. Of course.

They made him get out and while they did, he assessed the situation. One had a knife on him while the other searched the carriage for valuables. Steve stood with his hands up while it happened. He could take two. Once he got the knife it would be easy. Especially if the driver got off his ass to help.

Seeing an opening, Steve took it and went on the offensive, wrestling the knife away and twisting an arm behind their back, point to their throat now.

Before he could make any demands, an arrow grazed his arm. Enough to cut and be annoying bloody but not much else. That it until he felt a strange burning in the cut. He should've suspected they might have an archer. And if he did, he would've suspected the poison arrows. He felt his body get heavy before falling to the ground.

"We're about to come into a lot of money, boys."

Steve's last thought before blacking out was that he should've just sent his parents a letter.

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When he came to, he found that he was in a very nice sitting room. The chair he was placed upon had a very nice cushion. It was only the rope around his arms and the fact he didn't know where he was the soured the luxury of it.

"The king's little pet, in my humble abode. Who would have thought." A voice sounded from behind Steve and came around to sit in the chair across from him.

Steve tested his restraints. "How did I get here?"

"Some petty thieves got lucky. Thought you were the average noble. But it is very clear just looking at you-" He stood and nudged Steve's jaw, showing more of his neck and the bite marks there. Steve squirmed out of his hold. "-belong to King Edward. So they sold you to me. And if you really are His Majesty's favorite, he'll pay a handsome price for you."

He sat back in his chair and Steve looked at him like he was an idiot. This buffoon was going to try and ransom a king. A king! The only reason Eddie's own similar gambit didn't work was because Steve's father cared little. If anyone tried this with Eddie, he would have them publicly executed. If not, tortured, then executed.

Once again, Steve looked around with his eyes and weighed his options. A middle aged man amid opulent furniture. A lord of some kind. But not a very smart one. Still, he was bound to have some men on the property acting as guards. People who would capture him if he got loose.

He could let the ransom happen. Eddie would move the earth (literally) to get to him. This whole place would be covered in blood and fire.

Then again, Steve could save Eddie the trip.

"You don't think I'll escape?", he asked. "You didn't even tie my legs down." He kicked them lightly to illustrate his point.

"I'm not a brute. And you're royalty, you know how this goes. Be a good boy and you'll be back with your master in no time. And I'll be all the more richer for it."

"Well that sounds really, really boring", Steve said, slouching a little. "Couldn't we find so~me way to entertain ourselves in the meantime?" He let the tip of his boot nudge the other man's foot.

It got him a smirk in return, but not quite for the reason he wanted.

"I know better than to lie with the devil's plaything." He stood and leaned over Steve. "Your tricks won't work on m-uuNK!"

A grunt, a whimper, a whine from Steve boot hitting him squarely in the groin.

"I have more than one trick."

He got to his feet and with just a bit of shimmying, was able to get the ropes off. They really didn't think much of him at all. Or Eddie for that matter. He went to a window first only to find that it was too dark to try and scale the wall, especially on an unfamiliar building.

Out the front door it is.

Dispatching the first guard wasn't easy with only a rope in hand to suffocate him with but Steve was able to get a sword off him. After that it was child's play. Steve had two advantages: one, if they wanted Eddie's money then they had to keep him alive. And two, somehow even with blood splattered on him, they were still treating him like an untrained child.

It was only the last one (was it the 8th or the 9th?) that truly took him seriously and made Steve work for his escape. And he did manage a few slashes across his chest before falling upon Steve's sword.

By the time he made it back to Eddie's castle on a horse stolen by his captors, he was exhausted. The gates were opened to him but not without confusion.

Word traveled ahead at his return and Eddie practically materialized at the bottom of the stairs to meet him. He could smell that most of the blood on Steve wasn't his but that didn't make him any happier.

Eddie cupped his face. "Who did this to you?"

"Didn't get his name before kicking him in the balls."

"That would make this the second time you've been kidnapped in less than a year, gorgeous."

"I'm just a magnet for dangerous men, I guess", Steve shrugged. "Now carry me to the bath."

Eddie picked him up with ease and started up the stairs. "You've denied me the right of defending your honor AND releasing my righteous fury, you know that, right?" Eddie already knew the people responsible were more than likely dead.

Steve grinned as he drew circles on Eddie's chest. "Guess you'll have to put that energy elsewhere. Any ideas?"

Part C

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #almost added the idea that steve actually WAS pregnant #and hormones sent him into a bloodthirsty rampage #but ill save that for another fic another time

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hey! I was just wondering if you have any ideas of how I can display the fact that a character has aged (not necessarily from adult to elder but just in general) without describing appearance. I’ve tried searching it up but they never really want into detail or they simply advised on changing the character slightly as in giving them old fashioned hobbies. I’m sorry if this has already been answered or does not simply have a direct way and must be decided by the author. Again I am very sorry if this has already been asked I really don’t mind if you either direct me to the answer or copy and paste it if so :)

Showing a Character Has Aged

When it comes to illustrating that someone has aged, you basically have four choices: describe physical characteristics that illustrate age, describe physical activities that illustrate age, indicate the passage of time, flat-out state that the character has aged.

The problem is that aging isn't a wildly specific thing. People don't take on certain physical characteristics, appearance, or activities at exactly the same age. While there are certainly some activities and behaviors that are broadly specific to age categories, age is not accurately defined by behavior, thought process, personality, etc.

If I say, "The last time I'd seen my nephew he was barely crawling, and now he was not just walking, but climbing on everything..." that's a pretty good indicator that this child has aged. But how much? Because babies don't all learn to crawl at the exact same age, or learn to walk at the exact same age for that matter. Some babies skip crawling and go straight to walking. Other babies seem like they'll never go from crawling to walking and suddenly do. This child could be two weeks older than last time or two years older. It isn't clear at all.

Complicating things is the fact that physical appearance is also not a good indicator of age. I mean... as I've pointed out in the past, Paul. Rudd:

Carrol O'Connor (on the left) is the same age in that photo as Paul Rudd is in the photo on the right (both are early 50s here). And while things like hairstyle and fashion do have an impact on how we view someone's age, some people just get wrinkles/gray hair/gain weight/lose muscle tone sooner or later than others.

And, the advice to "give them old-fashioned hobbies" is terrible. "Old-fashioned hobbies"? What, like candle-making and churning butter? What does that even mean? Maybe these people view hobbies like knitting, stamp collecting, and wood-working as "old-fashioned," but I guarantee those are hobbies that are broadly enjoyed by young people to this day.

If I write, "She sat on the couch lovingly knitting a sweater," that tells me nothing about her actual age because:

And, again, the woman on the left could be sixteen or thirty-five, and the woman on the right could be sixty-two or eighty-six.

So, outside of flat out stating that a character has aged, your best bet is to use a combination of these methods to get the point across...

"It had been over ten years since I last saw Mr. Smith. At the time, he'd recently returned from hiking in the Alps. Now he was hunched over a walker, his formerly salt-and-pepper hair now stark white. The deep grooves that had once made his face look handsome and worldly now made him look wizened and tired."

Between stating the amount of time that has passed (over ten years), physical activities (hunched over a walker vs hiking in the alps), and physical appearance (white hair and tired wrinkles vs salt-and-pepper hair and handsome lines), it is very clear that Mr. Smith has aged quite a bit in the decade since the POV character last saw them.

I hope that helps!

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[probablyhuntersmom]

(Idek how it took me this long to really think about this but anyway)

This is the only time Hunter has directly spoken to Flapjack, after he says "Time to go home, Flap" right before entering the portal door to return to the Isles, after Flapjack faded away:

But I feel something vital is missing, and I really hope it is brought up in the final episode. It's arguably an even more painful place to experience emotionally, than the basic facts like "Flapjack is gone" or "Belos hurt Flapjack".

I wonder if they'll show Hunter taking the courage to go to that emotional space, to say:

"I hurt him." (or similar. Technically I don't think "I killed him" is as accurate? Though he might be really feeling inside that he did kill Flapjack T__T)

And have maybe Luz or someone else, or multiple people say a very important, "It wasn't your fault." He might know this in theory, in terms of head knowledge, but I really think he still needs to hear that from another person. He needs that reassurance and affirmation.

Because while Hunter may know in his head that it wasn't his fault:

..he's still going to be heckin' feeling in his heart that he could still have done something to prevent it.

There's the trauma of being possessed..

an allegory of being severely violated by an abuser, to process.

Being abused and suffering its aftermath can lead you to do things that "aren't you".

For a character that very easily apologizes when he screws up (and in fact, over-apologizes even for things he feels false guilt for, sometimes for things he doesn't need to take responsibility for):

..he hasn't uttered "I'm so sorry, Flapjack". But perhaps that is just too painful to process and to say right now, if the writers have indeed written a line like this for him in an upcoming scene.

And Luz would have all this to process too, carrying a heavy burden in her own heart, on top of all the things that she'd still feel she caused:

If she had listened promptly to Hunter sooner, right after the hayride, or even as early as the scene where Hunter first brought up that he saw Belos...maybe Flapjack would be still alive.

They need to process this, in the presence of one or more caregiver figures, who would be there to hold the space for them and provide warmth and security, so that they don't break apart.

I've been reflecting on this because they could pace out say, Eda's arc so well, building things up until we heard her say to her father "Have you even been able to carve any palismen since I attacked you?" (another version of "I hurt you")

Not gonna lie, I'll def feel some disappointment if this isn't addressed but fingers crossed.

#like..that rumour that Watching and Dreaming's runtime will be 55 and not 45 mins..pls be true #toh hunter #possessed hunter #luz noceda #toh flapjack #the owl house #toh analysis #hunter's abuse #loz writes a meta

[averageanonymous]

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale go stargazing, and Aziraphale wonders just how much Crowley remembers from before his fall.

A fluffy little bit of post-series happiness.

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“Shame you can't see more stars from London,” Crowley laments with a sigh, easing back onto the fluffy quilt beneath them. He folds his hands under his head, crosses his legs at the ankles, and gazes up at the darkening sky. A red glow lines the horizon, and the stars are just beginning to peer down from the heavens. 

“Mmm,” Aziraphale agrees from his right, still sitting up, legs folded beneath him. “It would certainly be more convenient. Although, surely there's somewhere closer we could've gone.” 

“If you're going to stargaze, you have to do it properly,” Crowley counters, “No light pollution.” 

“But Nevada?” Aziraphale insists. 

“Sierra Nevada mountains,” Crowley agrees with a nod, “Stunning views. One of the darkest places on the planet. And we've never been.” 

When Aziraphale still doesn't seem convinced, Crowley sighs, “Come on, angel, it's an adventure.” 

Finally, Aziraphale smiles, “It is that. I do hope Muriel manages the shop alright, though.” 

“They'll be just fine,” Crowley reassures him. 

Comfortable silence falls between them. Not true silence, but the silence that exists where humanity is absent. A silence punctuated by cricket song and the rustle of rodents through the grass, the flap of bat wings and the murmur of a gentle breeze through trees that tower all around. 

They listen and they watch and Crowley decides he would rather prefer it if the angel were down on the blanket with him. He brings one hand from under his head to tug on Aziraphale’s sleeve. Aziraphale glances down at him in question, then gives him a humoring smile when Crowley jerks his head towards the spot on the blanket beside him. With a sigh of his own, Aziraphale stretches out, his head settling easily on Crowley's arm. 

“That's better,” Crowley says, nipping Aziraphale’s ear playfully. 

“Oh, stop that,” Aziraphale scolds him, making no move whatsoever to actually stop the demon as he presses teasing kisses to his neck. After a moment, though, Crowley settles back, his focus returning to the sky. Well, most of his focus. There's definitely a portion still very much aware of the angel tucked into his side, a nudging mental voice telling him to forget the silly stars and pay all his attention to the wondrous work of art lying right beside him. But he does his best to ignore that part. They did come a long way, after all. 

More and more stars appear above them, as though layers upon layers of gauzy curtains are being drawn back one by one, each unveiling a new spread of glittering gems scattered across the black velvet sky. The dusty band of the milky way stretches from horizon to horizon. 

“Look at that…” Crowley marvels, breathless. 

Aziraphale looks at the glittering sky, then turns his gaze to Crowley. Crowley's bright eyes are lost in the beauty of the canvas above them, his expression almost reverent. Aziraphale’s brow knits slightly as he looks at the demon, an expression caught between reminiscence and profound sadness. Crowley notices it out of the corner of his eye. 

“What's on your mind,” Crowley asks easily. Aziraphale starts slightly at being caught staring. 

“Just…remembering,” Aziraphale tells him honestly, but there's more caution in his voice than Crowley would expect.

Remembering what, he wants to ask. But he doesn't. Crowley waits. He can tell there's more Aziraphale wants to say. If he's quiet, it'll come out sooner rather than later. 

“Crowley,” Aziraphale finally turns towards him. He rests his arm over the demon's narrow frame and gently asks, “how much do you remember… From before…?” The exquisite tenderness in Aziraphale's voice softens the question. Crowley still stiffens, though. He can't help it. Whatever he was expecting, this wasn't it. Aziraphale feels his tension and immediately walks the question back, “You don't have to answer that, love, it was, well, I know it's not fair to ask.” 

“No, nah, s'alright angel,” Crowley says softly after a moment, his arm tightening around Aziraphale, “We've never talked about it. Hard to believe after six thousand years…” 

He's quiet for a long moment, then shifts himself until the two of them are lying face to face on the blanket. Crowley takes Aziraphale’s hand in his, threading their fingers together, then props his head up on his other arm, looking down at Aziraphale, but his gaze is lost somewhere in the past. Aziraphale waits patiently. Finally he says, “It's impressions, mostly, more than any sort of actual memories. The Fall…sort of burns away most of the specifics.” 

Another long stretch of heavy silence. 

Crowley's voice is hushed when it comes, “I remember God,” he pauses, then continues, “and bits and pieces of creation. Faces, conversations, most all that's a blur. I remember… early on, feeling…bliss, I guess. Peace, at any rate. Knowing I was a part of something. Of course that was before-” 

Crowley breaks off a bit abruptly, looking back up at the stars. 

“Before what?” Aziraphale prompts, squeezing Crowley's hand.

Crowley groans, “Ahhh well, before you.” 

Aziraphale raises an eyebrow, and Crowley grins, lifting their linked hands to brush his lips over the angel's knuckles. “Bet you thought I forgot, eh?” Crowley teases, “The Pillars of Creation, I think it was… First time I met you. I remember you helping me, got me asking questions. I've not got a lot of memories, but…guess you made an impression on me.”

To Crowley's surprise, Aziraphale’s face crumples in dismay, his blue eyes pained. He looks away as though he could hide it. “Crowley,” he says quietly, his voice nothing less than devastated, “I'm so sorry. I never meant to… I only wanted to-to help, and you were so joyful, so exuberant and- and you didn't know about-” 

“Shhh no, no, no, stop all that,” Crowley interrupts him quickly, gathering him into his arms. He chuckles quietly, brushing his nose playfully against Aziraphale’s to encourage him to lift his face, to meet his eyes. When he does, Crowley insists, “Angel, I didn't fall because of you. You know I wasn't ever going to last as one of you lot. It's not your fault. You…opened my eyes a bit, maybe, but I made my choices.

“And you know I wouldn't trade a thing,” Crowley continues quietly, adamantly, pulling Aziraphale even closer, his breath warm on Aziraphale’s skin as he speculates, “because being a demon is the only reason I got to be on Earth with you all these years. If I were still an angel, I'd probably be stuck in some corner of the universe running routine maintenance on dark matter and black holes and-” 

Aziraphale kisses him then, and Crowley is more than happy to let the remaining threads of the conversation spin away like leaves caught in a whirlwind. The angel, for all his public decorum and proper manners, always kisses him like he's starving for it. It makes Crowley feel like a star on the brink of a supernova, the rush of emotions like a celestial tide pulling him out into a starry sea. He smiles against Aziraphale’s lips.

Aziraphale's hands trace up his chest, dance over his collarbones, trail the column of his throat before threading into his hair. Each touch of fingers to skin races down his spine. His breath sounds haggard in his own ears as Aziraphale trails kisses along his jaw, fingers in his hair pulling his head back gently. 

And then, after not nearly enough, and with one last gentle kiss to Crowley's lips and another to his brow, Aziraphale settles back. 

Crowley is about to growl his dissatisfaction with this change of direction, but Aziraphale shushes his complaints before he can even voice them. He tips his face up to the sky and then looks back at Crowley with eyes as bright as any star. “We did come a damn long way to look at these stars,” he chides warmly. 

“Hnnnn,” Crowley grumbles, but he too settles back into the blanket, arms around his angel, legs tangled together, and turns his face to the sky. 

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Thanks for reading!

Have you ever gone legit stargazing in a place where you can see the Milky Way and shooting stars? It's literally one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. It makes you feel so small.

#good omens #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #gomens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fluff #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale

[elliesmainhoe]

Hi! Would you write something where Ellie comes back to Jackson crying after she finds out what Joel did at the hospital and reader obviously rushes over- but she gets angry at r and asks if she knew all along too.

Ellie says something like so you let me kiss you or fall in love with you knowing you were lying this whole time, infront of Joel Tommy etc and they find our r and Ellie are dating!

Sorry this is so loaded!!! This is what my mind does at work 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Why?!

Ellie Williams x Reader • FatherFigure!Joel x Reader

Summary: it was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean Joel slaughtering all the fireflies seven years ago was a pretty hard secret to be kept quiet- but you still wish it never reached Ellie's ears.

Content: death mention, arguments, crying, confrontation, guilt, angst, cliffhanger

You were feeling pretty lonely that morning, Ellie was out on patrol with your friends and due to a nasty sprained ankle you were forced to stay home. So instead of moping in your self pity, you limped out of your house and across the street- knocking on Joel's front door.

"Oh hey kiddo- come in, come in" the old man smiled at you, his arm linking with yours as he helped you navigate through the copious amounts of clutter scattered through his house.

"Me and Tommy were just having a cup of coffee. You want one?" He asked once he'd say you down on the barstool at his kitchen island. "Where'd you find coffee old man? That's shits like liquid gold"

"One. A wise man never tells his secrets. Two. Never call me old again. Three. Do you want some or not?" He quipped the corner of his mouth lifting up into a smirk.

"yes Joel. I would like some coffee"

"what's the magic word?" He raised his brow

"please?"

"Don't torment the poor girl" you heard the sound of Tommy's voice emerge from the attached living room

"Hey Tommy" you greeted the man "Hey kid how's the ankle?"

"Killing me"

"don't be such a baby- could've been broken" Joel interrupted only to be answered swiftly by your middle finger.

"You wound me" he joked.

Joel had been the closet thing to a father you had ever had. You were raised by your mother until you were thirteen, your biological father had been bitten during your mom's pregnancy.

You remember it well, you were eating in the cafeteria- scoffing on beef jerky when Maria (your mom's best friend) entered with two strangers and Tommy.

An older man with dark brown hair and a black and grey speckled beard. And a girl, your age, her messy brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She seemed cool.

It took you a week to build up the courage to talk to the girl. And on the chilly Friday morning, you walked into Jackson's cafeteria wearing a thick winter coat as snow settled into your frizzy hair- determined.

Unlike every other day that week, Ellie was missing- the usual table she frequented occupied by someone else eating their breakfast. Instead you approached your mom, who was chatting to Maria and some other ladies.

You leaned forward and whispered in her ear "The girl isn't here...". The past few days your mom had been encouraging you to chat with the new girl. Everyone knew how quiet and shy you were- you struggled making friends and your mom immediately began willing you to talk to the brunette as soon as you showed interest in becoming her friend.

"Hey Maria-" your mother called, drawing maria out of the conversation she was having with another lady. "Where did the new guy and his daughter go?"

"oh Joel and Ellie? They left- said that they had to go meet someone- Tommy wouldn't elaborate on where. Don't know when they'll be back"

It was three months before they returned. During those three months your mother had suffered a terrible accident. She was out on patrol one day- she was sick with a fever, but was too stubborn to tell anyone. She fainted during a runner attack- giving the infected an easy meal.

Ellie was different when she got back and so we're you- she didn't smile and she seemed more timid, not glaring at anyone who walked past like she did before- instead keeping her head hung and eyes on her feet. Your usual shy demeanor was even more so- you were currently living in a spare room of Maria's house- hiding in your bedroom and not seeing anyone.

Maria did eventually lure you out- a new film was being screened and it was one you'd always wanted to see. It was good- but halfway through the movie a plot twist that hit a bit too close to home (a tragedy stricken death of a parent) you decided you need a breather.

You weren't paying attention to the direction your feet were taking you until the familiar sound of Tommy's voice met your ears.

"What's wrong with you Joel? What the fuck happened to you out there?"

"The fireflies- the cure... It would've killed her-"

A pause.

"What did you do Joel?"

Another pause.

"I saved her."

You peered through the doorway "Saved who?"

"Where's your head at kid?" Joel's gruff voice pulled you out of your head as he put down a steaming mug infront of you.

"Thanks Joel." You took a hesitant sip of the dark liquid, pressing your lips into a thin line in thought- "Do you know when Ells gonna be back from patrol? I need to head back to the couch so she doesn't realize I've moved by myself."

"When did they leave?" Tommy asked leaning against Joel's brown kitchen cabinets. "Two-hours ago ish"

"Well if they're taking the route I think they are- then another two hours"

The three of you fell into conversation, chatting about anything and everything while sipping the liquid gold out of the ceramic mugs.

••••••••••••

Twenty minutes passed- your cup now empty, a stained ring left on the graphite counters behind in it's wake as you observed the conversation happening before you, adding little quips in here and there.

A loud bang startled you, your heart stuttering in suprise as the familiar sound of heavy walking boots hits your ears.

"Kiddo- is that you?"

Ellie stormed in- her face red and blotchy, as tear stains ran down her cheeks. "Why?!" She spoke sternly ,but a small break was still evident in her voice.

"What? Kid, what do you mean 'why?'." Joel asked, approaching Ellie only for her to take an unstable step backwards. "The fireflies. I know about it. Why..? Just-" she paused "why Joel?!"

Joel stood there in silence, looking at his daughter and trying to figure out what to say- Tommy's figure stayed anxiously still, as if he hoped he would blend into the background.

Ellie's eyes wanders towards your sitting frame, analysing you. "Why don't you seem surprised...?" She whispered, eyes begining to well with tears again. You sighed.

"Ells..."

"No. No" she denied- the water that had built up finally spilling from her eyes. "Don't- you knew?"

You stayed silent before hesitantly nodding your head, confirming her suspicions.

Silence had never felt so uncomfortable. Her stare burnt into you, her hands shook and you couldn't decide whether it was due to anger or sadness. "I can't-... I can't fucking believe it..."

Her hand covered her mouth, muffling a sob that slipped through her lips. "You- you let me fall in love with you, while lying the whole fucking time. How could you do that?!?" Her tone was frustrated and confused and God... It broke your heart.

Tommy and joels attention turned to you. You and Ellie had never explicitly told them you were in a relationship, there were rumours of course, but you both valued privacy too much to go around parading your relationship to possible homophobes and bigots that could live in Jackson.

"I'm.. I'm sorry. I just i-" you hesitated.

"you just WHAT!" She yelled, " I have kissed you and trusted you and you kept the most important secret from me... How could you do that?!"

Your voice failed you. So many words wanted to leave your mouth but none of them could. After being met with silence she scoffed, rolling her teary eyes and turning on her heels.

"Don't try and find me. I need time to think..." The sound of rushed footsteps became quieter before another large slam of Joel's front door sounded out again.

Fuck.

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Skipping Stones

AO3 Link

Ominis has reservations about the future

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW

My angstiest fic yet! It still has a positive ending because I can't just make my characters sad and throw them to the wolves lol. Allusion to arranged cousin marriage

Word count: 2,758

A/N: First fic of 2024 baybeeeeeee. I've always loved the weird little stone-skipping feature in HL. I spend a lot of time in game imagining my MC and Ominis' conversations while sitting together and skipping stones. :)

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The sun-dappled water of the Black Lake's shallow inlet sparkled in the springtime air. Birds sang as they flew overhead on the warm breeze, and various little insects hummed amongst the tall grasses and flowers. Every now and then, the chattering of other students would fade in and then back out as they passed on the nearby path beyond the shrubs and willows. A small, smooth stone danced over the water with a pat-pat-pat-pat-pat. The weight on MC's left shoulder lifted.

"Hmm, you're really getting the hang of that spell. Was that five skips I heard? I must say, I'm glad that I taught you that spell. You'll be far better than me in no time."

Ominis readjusted his position, nestling against MC's side once more. He pressed his face into her shoulder, savoring the moment with a contented smile and a deep breath. The delicate fragrance of cologne and perfume rose from the two school robes spread across the ground beneath them.

"So you actually are awake, then," MC smiled. She flicked her wand. Pat-pat-pat-pat. "Did you not hear me a moment ago?"

"I might have dozed off once or twice," Ominis happily murmured. "I can't help it if you're so comfortable."

MC let out a soft laugh and placed her wand down before she focused her attention on Ominis, gently running her fingers through his hair. He responded with a contented hum, appreciating the affectionate gesture.

“I said: do you ever think about the future?"

"As in what we might get for dinner tonight? I do hope it's another roast. The one last week was delicious. It's scarcely left my mind."

"Ominis." MC's hand dropped from Ominis' head and she rolled her eyes. She tried to convey annoyance, but her voice couldn't hide the hint of a smile.

Ominis leaned against her further, and MC felt his breath tickle her neck. "Then you're wondering what you might get for Christmas? Is it not a bit early for that? "

"Ominis, please," MC pleaded. Ominis could hear MC's smile fading.

"I’m talking about what we will do in just two short years... When we leave Hogwarts."

Pat-pat-pat.

A cool breeze caressed their faces, the water lapped at some nearby rocks and the merrymaking of students in the distance could be heard as they made their way to Hogsmeade.

Ominis sat up, leaving MC's comforting warmth behind. "I... don't know."

MC's heart was pierced with a surge of adrenaline. "What do you mean?"

Ominis sighed and turned his face away. "I'll have to return to my family eventually. Feldcroft can't be my home forever."

"But why?" MC questioned, her voice filled with increasing panic. "What is stopping you from staying here... staying with me?"

Ominis' body made a small twitch towards MC, but he stopped himself. "I can't hide from my family forever. Sooner or later, I'll have to face them."

MC reached a gentle hand out to Ominis' shoulder, yet her tone remained filled with urgency. "What would they do to you once you returned?"

"Frankly, I don't want to think about it. But, eventually," Ominis sighed, "they'll want to pick a bride for me. I can live in denial all that I please, but I cannot outrun my name."

"Then let me go with you," MC replied in her bravest voice.

Ominis hesitated. "MC, you shouldn't—"

"I can't let you go back by yourself when we graduate. Think about what they did to you as a child. Let me be there, too. I want to be with you, Ominis."

Ominis turned back towards MC. She could see his eyes brimming.

"Even if my family were to accept you over one of my cousins, you... don't want to be a Gaunt." Ominis faltered. "I cannot in good conscience subject you to that life. You deserve so much better than a bleak existence as little more than a broodmare to carry on the next generation of Gaunts. You would be miserable, and I cannot bear the idea of doing that to you."

"I could never be miserable with you," MC cried. "I don't know what I would do without you."

The young couple was engulfed in silent frustration. MC's hand weakly slipped away from Ominis. For a moment, Ominis could hear nothing. Then came a pat-pat, but it ended in a small splash.

A small, barely restrained sniffle landed on Ominis' ears. He tentatively felt around for her hand and held it. He listened to another sniffle and a single, small whimper. He turned away and squeezed his eyes shut.

"MC, please... trust me. I would rather we be apart if it meant you were happy. I won't let my family ruin your life, too."

“How could I be happy without you?” MC replied, making no effort to conceal the tremor in her voice. “I’m scared of the idea that, someday, we might say goodbye for the final time and never see each other again. I can't imagine a life without you.”

“It would hurt—tremendously—but eventually you would find someone better suited for you,” Ominis replied gently. He felt his own voice breaking, too, and he squeezed MC’s hand as he spoke. “You would eventually have your own, happy family. You would find a handsome husband who could see your beauty and fully appreciate it, and you would have as many little children as your heart desired. Knowing you were happy would be more than enough for me. You should not be required to live in a decrepit manor, surrounded by family-in-law that want you dead merely for being an outsider.”

MC stammered before giving up and clinging to Ominis’ arm, burying her face in the shoulder of his blazer as she wept. Ominis wrapped his arms around her and quietly hushed her as he tenderly swayed her back and forth, comforting her while gently caressing her back.

“I can’t just leave you,” she finally said through tears. “I don’t love anyone else—I love you, Ominis.”

“Then we should make the most of our remaining time together. Because I also love you, MC, and I always will—no matter where our lives lead us.”

“So you’ll give up? Just like that, without a fight? Ominis, you can’t,” MC replied, a fresh round of tears already rolling down her cheeks. "What would be the point of remaining together if we both know we're only delaying the inevitable? Am I to see you in the halls and in our classes and simply forget what we've built together?"

“Perhaps it would be pointless,” Ominis muttered dejectedly. “But I won’t let them hurt you.” His hand wandered up to MC’s face and held it, wiping at her tears with his thumb. MC suddenly went stiff at his touch, and he recoiled in surprise.

“Ominis Gaunt, you’re hurting me,” MC replied angrily through her tears. She pushed Ominis’ hand aside and stood. “I won’t allow you to be miserable, either. I want to help you. We could work together and find a way out of this. For Merlin’s sake, don't let your family do this to you!”

Ominis sat, stunned at her outburst. The only sounds in the air were the water lapping against rocks and the breeze through the trees. When MC heard no response, a sob escaped her lips, and she turned to leave. Ominis lowered his head, listening to the sound of her hurried footsteps fading away along the trail.

Ominis sat in the shade of the tree and listened to the birds and insects unaffected by the couple's argument in an attempt to distract himself. How he longed to join their carefree existence and never worry about his family again. The water continued to splash on the nearby rocks, and the breeze now felt cold against his skin. He let out a heavy sigh and curled up, hugging his knees tightly and resting his chin wearily upon them.

Ominis’ hand landed upon the robes he and MC had laid out. In her hurry to leave, MC had left hers there on the ground. He felt some dread at the idea of having to awkwardly return it to her while she was so distraught, but he dutifully sat up straight and plucked it from the ground. Perhaps it was necessary to break MC’s heart, but he was still a gentleman who could never let her lose her robe. He brushed the dirt off before neatly folding it, then held it on his lap as he crossed his legs. He imagined her heading back to the castle without it and how chilled she might feel. His heart physically throbbed with pain at the idea of her feeling both heartbroken and cold because of him.

MC’s words came flooding back to him—that they would eventually say their final goodbyes and part ways, never to cross paths again... never to chase away each other's nightmares, find solace in one another's arms or revel in their shared laughter and mischief. His fingers gently stroked the fabric of her robe as he tried to comfort himself, imagining how much happier she would be with someone else, but it shattered him to think about how she would share her life with anyone other than him. She would have a beautiful wedding, tenderly conceive and raise little children in a happy family, grow old and eventually pass away as a contented and fulfilled woman, with her heartbreak over Ominis becoming nothing more than an insignificant adolescent memory.

Ominis knew he could never be fated for a similarly happy existence, but he could also never bring MC into such misery, no matter how happy she made him. Could he even survive his own family as he tried in vain to please them as he had tried as a child when he tasted the cruciatus curse for himself?

Tears dropped heavily on MC’s robe as Ominis gripped it tighter. A quavering gasp leapt from his throat before he could stop it. He clung to the robe, pressing it tightly against his chest and granting himself a small moment to openly mourn.

At his next breath, as he tried to calm himself, Ominis steeled himself and stood. Cleaning and donning his own robe, he held MC’s folded robe to his heart one more time as he prepared for the long and lonely walk back to the castle to find MC and return her robe.

The delicate floral scent of her perfume on her robe threatened to break Ominis again. He could think only of MC’s affection: her unending love for him, despite his lineage and his past, and her sheer stubbornness in loving him. He mustered a faint smile at how insistent she was about remaining by his side despite everything, how she never flinched at the possibility of facing the other Gaunts, and her acceptance of him exactly as he was.

The Room of Requirement had felt too lonely. Trying to sit on the same sofas where she and Ominis had spent so many evenings curled up together only intensified MC's pain. Instead, she had found a serene, upholstered window nook high in a deserted tower in which to hide. There, she clutched a nearby cushion and quietly wept. Gazing out onto the lawn far below, she listlessly watched the other students mill around, happily going about their lives. She leapt when a gentle tap touched her shoulder.

Looking up, MC caught sight of Ominis. She opened her mouth to speak, and her thoughts quickly shifted from anger to protest, and then again to surrender and sorrow. Ominis appeared to be in a similar state, and despite her best efforts, she felt her heart thaw as she looked at his tired, exceptionally pale expression. His lower lip bore evidence of nervous chewing, and his eyes were slightly red.

“Ominis? Do you need something?” MC finally asked in quiet, gentle tones.

She instinctively swung her legs over the side of the nook's seat and made room for Ominis. She carefully watched him sit beside her as he held her folded robe in his lap and refused to turn to face her.

“You forgot your robe,” Ominis replied, equal gentleness in his voice.

MC’s heart sank as she slowly reached out to take it. She studied his face as it wrinkled to reveal profound sorrow.

“So this is goodbye?” MC murmured.

Ominis paused for an extended moment before giving a slow nod. He placed the robe in her lap, stood, and turned away to hide a fresh torrent of tears. MC's gaze dropped to the robe resting on her legs and noticed one of the smooth little pebbles from the pile she had been using down at the lake.

"What's this...?" She whispered.

"I don't want to part with any ill feelings. If you forget everything else from our time together, please—promise me you'll at least keep practicing the stone skipping spell and hold me in your thoughts whenever you use it."

MC clasped her hand over her mouth as the overwhelming pain of her heartbreak violently struck her. She leaned forward and began to cry as quietly as she could manage.

Ominis forced himself to move in the opposite direction. With each step, however, he felt something else slipping away. Beneath the agonizing pain of giving up MC's exuberant love, knowing he was walking into a reality where she would never be waiting for him with a joyful laugh and warm kiss and realizing how lonely he had felt before he met her, something just as significant was fading. He stopped, and his hand tightly clenched as he engaged in a fierce battle against his own thoughts. Finally, he turned back around.

"I can't," Ominis hoarsely cried. MC was taken aback as she looked up at Ominis, his face streaked with as many tears as hers.

"I can't do this. I need you." Ominis tentatively moved back toward MC. He slumped to his knees next to her, and his unseeing eyes gazed mournfully into nothing.

"You're too damned stubborn, and it's apparently rubbing off onto me," Ominis smiled amidst a sob as he wiped at his eyes. "Without you, I lose your love and your sheer enthusiasm... and I lose hope. A world where I can escape my family is almost inconceivable, but you offer me a glimmer of hope that we could find happiness together, free from their influence. Without you, hope eludes me. Merlin, that sounds ridiculous... I understand if you never want to see me again for hurting you this way."

MC fell silent, then she laid her robe and the stone aside, slipped to the floor and sat beside Ominis. She looked deep into his sparkling blue eyes and then, without warning, wrapped her arms around him and nestled her face into the warmth of his shoulder.

"You're such an idiot," MC uttered through tears and laughter that overtook her all at once. "But I need you, too. I need you the way I need the very air I breathe. I wish I could make you understand just how kind and selfless you are, or how rare your endless capacity for love is. But I will never stop trying."

Ominis slowly lifted his arms, encircling MC in his embrace. He slumped forward into her arms and rested his chin on her shoulder. It felt as though he had finally found his way back to where he truly belonged.

"I know you're scared of what might happen when your family learns of me—I'm terrified," MC murmured. "But I know we have the strength to overcome this. The Gaunts will simply have to come to terms with the fact that I'm not willing to let you go without a fight."

Ominis gave an exhausted laugh and held MC tighter. "If anyone can make them understand, I certainly hope it's you. I don't have your optimism, but perhaps someday, with enough patience and the right teacher, I will."

"I have no doubt," MC sighed happily.

MC broke their embrace and reached for the little stone that had been left on the seat. She placed it in Ominis' open palm and closed his fingers around it. Ominis tilted his head curiously.

"Will you still help me practice, too?" MC murmured. "It might seem as though I'm a fearless, ever-optimistic prodigy, but you still have much to teach me, too. I want to know your grace and gentleness. It may take a lifetime, but I'm willing to learn if you're willing to guide me."

"I think that can be arranged," Ominis smiled.

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[dark-frosted-heart]

Clavis’s 3rd Birthday Story

Clavis’ POV in purple

That time of the year's approaching again.

Clavis knows that Emma and the others are up to something this year for his birthday. After the surprise from the previous year, he can't help but wonder what they have planned this year. He has to resist the urge to follow Emma into town and instead throws himself into his official duties. He doesn't even pay Cyril any mind when the knight points out that he's smiling. Every day feels like he's on cloud nine. That is, until a certain letter arrives.

Gilbert: "Hi Clavis, how have you been? I've been good. Today, I'm scouting a fortress by the border. Your territory's just next door. By the way, it'll be your birthday soon, right? I'm not so heartless as to not celebrate a friend's birthday when it's coming up. So this year, I wanted to give you a present. Ah, of course I'll be giving you the present on your birthday. I wouldn't do something as uncouth as give it to you before then. I hope you'll like it. Your secret friend, Gilbert"

Just what the heck is Gilbert thinking? Clavis is going to shred the letter into confetti. He asks Cyril where he got the letter and the knight replies that it got mixed in with the other letters addressed to him. Perhaps planted by a spy. Clavis will suggest cleaning up the castle to Chevalier. He'll never understand the minds of geniuses. Can't believe the World's Calamity is going to give him a birthday present. What a way to ruin his mood. The worst case scenario, one that involves Emma, comes to mind. It's possible that Gilbert will kidnap her and give her as a present.

Cyril: Have you decided what to do? Clavis: Yeah, I'm going to need a shovel. Cyril: Yes, a shovel's a must! Wait, shovel?

Clavis plans to dig a pit for Emma and a pit for the court chefs. Regardless of what the World Calamity's planning, Emma needs to be protected at all costs. He tells Cyril to go to Emma, he'll take care of the rest. Cyril gives a salute and runs off.

The "Birthday Damage Control Committee" consisting of the Rhodolite townspeople that have been frequent victims to a certain someone's pranks, Jin, Luke, Yves, Rio, and Emma have banded together to make a lot preparations for said person's birthday. Differnt teams check in with her and a regular at the bookstore gives Emma a letter to give to Clavis. They must not let their guard down until that day comes because there's no telling if "you know who" will fall for their trap this year.

Emma: Everyone, let's keep our guard up until the end! Birthday Damage Control Committee members: Yes!

Emma's convinced that if she keeps it up, they'll succeed.

And yet...

Emma finds herself in a pit trap. When she had returned to the castle, she found a letter in her room written in Clavis' handwriting asking to meet the gardens that night for a date. Though she had told everyone to stay alert, she ends up slipping.

Luckily, there's a net to cushion her fall, but the depth makes it hard for her to climb out by herself. She hears laughter coming from above and sees a smiling Clavis bathed in moonlight.

Clavis: Did you let your guard down my lovely fiancée? Emma: What do you think you're doing?! Clavis: It's my love trap of course. Emma: This is just a pit!

Clavis laughs and asks for forgiveness. He's just in a good mood because his birthday's approaching.

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On the dawn of Clavis' birthday, he brings Emma to his trapped villa where they'll be able to have some alone time together. Emma exclaims that they already had their fun yesterday. Just remembering the things that happened because she was stuck in a net makes her blush and she hides her face. Clavis says they'll be doing more since it's his birthday after all. But there's a place Emma wants to take him to today. Too bad for her though, she should've taken action first. Emma wonders if he's found out about their evil plan (present).

Suddenly there's a commotion outside. Looks like whoever they are arrived sooner than Clavis thought.

There's an angry mob gathered outside of the villa. Yves yells that he knows Clavis is hiding Emma in the mansion. Rio suggests storming the villa and the townspeople agree. Luke tells everyone to calm down; Clavis wouldn't hurt his own fiancée but Yves says she's in danger because she's his fiancée. Especially because it's his birthday. Luke looks to Jin for an explanation.

Ever since Clavis was a kid, he's always wanted to be celebrated. He'd play pranks for attention. As he grew older, his pranks increased and now he attacks anyone in the country without question. Rio adds some incidents he had heard about relating to Clavis' birthday pranks. Jin says that now, he'll be focusing all his attention on Emma. What does Luke think will happen? Luke replies that it should be the same as usual since Clavis has been pranking Emma all the time since they got together. Yves says that the birthday pranks are special. There's a whole set of pranks involving multiple things. Looks like Luke's convinced now. The mob moves to rescue Emma. And they fall into a trap.

Meanwhile, said person's been watching the whole thing from a window. There were at least 200 people rushing the villa. She can't believe news of her disappearance got around so quickly, but perhaps Clavis intentionally told people. Yep. But he didn't think the plan would work out so well. And having Emma by his side, Gilbert can't do anything now.

Clavis wonders who'll be the one that saves Emma. She begs him not to take things further and cause more damage. Why does he want to do this on his birthday. Clavis pins her against a wall and asks what she thinks. Time for a secret weapon. The way she looks up at him takes his breath away. But as a gentleman, he has to restrain himself.

Emma calls him cruel. Isn't being pranked supposed to be her privelege? She pouts at him and he tries to soothe her with a brief kiss. His fiancee's just too cute. Wait, is he blushing? Clavis says he never thought that Emma would get jealous but Emma exclaims that she isn't. He says that there's no need for her to be embarrassed. If she celebrates him with everything she's got, he'll let the mob go. Of course, he doesn't want a normal celebration. He wants one only she's capable of doing. Now it's time to show her love. Emma agrees to his request. First, she'll need to borrow his kitchen. Actually, before that, she grabs Clavis by the lapels and presses a kiss against his cheek and asks that he goes easy on everyone. Restraint! Restraint! He's a gentleman! Clavis promises to only play his serious pranks on her. Like a gentleman, Clavis takes Emma's hand and leads her away.

Cut to Emma in the kitchen, in Clavis' lap, yelling in frustration. She had baked Clavis a cake, sang him a birthday song, gave him a kiss, and even let him touch her legs to his heart's content. Her legs are smooth to the touch, just the right amount of elasticity, a beautiful shape, and elicits adorable reactions whenever he touches them... She's done everything she can think of to celebrate his birthday but the screams outside never stopped. What else does she need to do?! It's not like she's not enjoying celebrating Clavis though. Clavis asks if she's giving up so soon. The fate of the people outside depends on her. He's satisfied, but he's being greedy.

Clavis: No "that" this year? Emma: "That"? Clavis: Yes, "that". Emma: What's "that"? Clavis: "That" is "that".

What did they do last year? The childlike sparkle in his eyes makes Emma unable to ask what "that" is. But it's something he clearly wants. She tries to remember what they did last year. His present's in the castle so she can't give it to him at the moment, but he knows that so that's not what he wants right now. Incidentally, he's been wearing the ascot tie she embroidered for him almost every day. Emma continues to think through the events from last year and comes up with something. When she had showed Clavis how much she loved him with her entire being. Just thinking about it heats up not only her face but also her body. she doesn't tell Clavis what currently on her mind and instead tells him that she knows what "that" is. But she won't give it to him. Clavis stops mid-sentence and asks why she'd deprive him of this once-in-a-year pleasure. Emma replies that if she does give him her love now, it'd feel like she was doing it to help others. She'll give it to him after because it's so important.

Clavis covers his face and mutters that he forgot to prepare himself for how she kills him slowly with the agony she puts him through.

Clavis: I'm currently dying. Emma: Please live. We can't celebrate if you're dead.

Looks like she convinced him...? Calmdowncalmdowncalmdown. He's more relaxed now, now hiding behind his usual smile. Clavis agrees to disarm the trap because of her loveliness. But his expectations have increased. She can't give up now.

Clavis then leads Emma to the living room where she all the people caught in a trap are gathered. Looks like a party's going on since the people are enjoying delicious food, alcohol, and honey. Emma asks Clavis to explain. It's his birthday party. Emma asks if he's hosting his own birthday party. Yep, he thought he'd surprise everyone with a surprise after they outwitted him last year. Of course, he'll be receiving her presents later, he whispers to Emma but he's more of a guy that likes to give rather than receive.

Emma can't take it anymore. She swallows the words about to spill out and hugs him instead. She squeezes him tight. It's frustrating how even though it's his birthday, everyone else is getting bamboozled.

Emma mutters to get ready for tonight.

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After the party, the two return to Emma's room in Rhodolite castle because hers is the one with a bed. He's in such bliss it's as if the letter from Gilbert never happened. Emma appears to be in a good mood. Her adorableness and post-bath look has Clavis check if his nose is bleeding. Nope. Clavis asks if she's falling even more in love with him. she answers that she is. She then kneels in the middle of her bed and pats her knees. With her approval, Clavis immediately gets on the bed and sets his head on her lap.

Their current position makes her blush. She really likes the view of his face from above. Emma stutters out a "happy birthday" and can't bring herself to look directly at him. But it looks like Clavis has the same reaction. It's embarrassing for the both of them. Clavis clears his throat to ease the awkward tension and brings up that it should be time for "that" now. Emma runs her hand through his hair to calm herself but he takes her hand and pulls her closer before guiding her hand to where he'd like to be touched on his head. She's ready to start now.

Emma: Everyone had to deal with Clavis' terrible birthday prank this year...but it seems like we all had a good time. I got to see your true self and...I liked that. Clavis: More Emma: I...I love you? Clavis: More Emma: I love you so, so much! Clavis: Not quite there yet Emma: I'm getting this sense of deja vu, but fine!

Emma takes a deep breath and meets his expectant gaze.

Emma: He's the one that tries to look good, causes trouble, and wants to be celebrated the most on this whole continent...Still, I love Clavis who's also the most earnest, sincere, handsome, and actually has a good personality more than anyone else!

Emma gives Clavis a peck on the lips and he pulls her closer by the back of her head. Every time Emma expresses her love for him, he feels just a bit more confident about himself. There's no better birthday present. After the two make out for a while, Emma asks him to warn her first because her heart can't handle it. Clavis tells her that it's still not enough. Emma kisses him again. Clavis feels like he's getting greedier with each birthday. He just loves her too much. Emma's glad and lets him do as he pleases. He's in for a long night. He pushes her down onto the bed but Emma stops him with a hand on his chest. There's still something she needs to give him. She give him a letter that was on the side table. He wished it was a love letter, but the moment he saw "To Clavis", his blood ran cold. The handwriting... He asks Emma what this letter is. She replies that it was a regular at the bookstore. He had asked her to give it to him.

Oh how he hates geniuses. Clavis hides how upset his is with a suspicious smile and opens the seal.

Gilbert: “Happy birthday, Clavis. Thanks to me, you got to spend the whole day with the little bunny this year. You enjoyed yourself and had fun. That is my present to you. By the way, there was no ill will behind your friend's congratulations so don't try to find a hidden meaning, okay? Even though you're royalty, you take care of my precious things without ruining them. Stay the way you are. I have eyes on you. Don't become the kind of person I'd want to kill okay? Your best friend, Gilbert. P.S. My birthday's on December 21st.”

What's with that guy? Was that all? No matter how many times he rereads the letter, he can't find any other meaning to it. He tells Emma that everything's fine when she asks him what's wrong. He tosses the letter aside, out of Emma's sight. It's annoying how he did exactly as Gilbert had planned. But he can be the happiest guy in the world just by being with Emma. He tells her that he loves her so much that he can't contain himself.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri summary #ikepri jp #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis

[nightqueen1221]

Hii! How are you? How have you been? Sorry for bothering you, I'm new to your account and I saw you have really nice and good writings! I also saw your requests are open, so is it alright if I request Main four(Killua,Kurapika Leorio, Gon) + Pariston Hill reacting to their girlfriend be attacked by their enemies?fluff of course!!

Thank you so much, have a nice day/night <3

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This took long than I wanted, but I'm getting to my requests!

Gon Freeces

-He trusts your able to defend yourself, or if you are not physically capable of defending yourself, he'll fight for you.

-He's usually with you so much to the point it's unusual to see you both separated.

-But that's exactly what his enemies are looking for. That small little opening to attack.

-He tries asking you a question, but you remain silent. He turns to ask you again, but you're not there.

-"Y/N? Y/N!? Where are you right now?"

-You would tell him if you're leaving, but not a word was spoken to him.

-"Y/N, you can come out now!" There was a slight tremble in his voice that would have made you feel guilty for hiding and making him upset.

-Once you didn't respond he started looking for you, in which he found a note.

-The note said, "If you're looking for Y/N, she's been taken. We ask for a ransom of 3 billion Jenny. Once this is payed, you can find her at ____________"

-Not really a smart idea to put the address down.

-He immediately started to look for you.

-He found tou in that location, by yourself, tied up in a chair with a gag in your mouth and a blindfold.

-He took of your bindings and started hugging you as soon as you realized he saved you.

-"I promise I'll never let this happen again, ok?"

Killua Zoldyck

-He's... Even more protective of you than Gon is.

-You and Alluka are his main concerns and will do anything to defend you two.

-You all were out shopping, Alluka insisted to see something inside a shop. Killua told you to wait outside and that they'll be back in minute.

-However, when they let you were nowhere to be found.

-He tried calling you on your phone, but it just went to voice mail.

-He and Alluka tried searching around the area but you seemed to just disappear.

-He thought you might have been trying to ditch him. Did you just want to break up without confrontation?

-He goes home with Alluka either sad or mad, maybe a bit in between.

-He finds a note...from his brother?

-The letter tells Killua to either return home or he'll never see his girlfriend again.

-He's now furious, it was his brother this whole time? Why hadn't he thought of that sooner? It really didn't matter now, all he had to do was track his brother down and find you.

-It was surprisingly easy to find you, he just followed Illumi's pins and Nen.

-The second he freed you, he had his arms wrapped around your body, pecking on a few kisses her and there.

-"I missed you, I missed you... So, so much. Now, let's go home to Alluka OK? I want to see if your hurt or not."

Kurapika

-He is most definitely the most distant to you compared to the others.

-He disappears with no signs of where he went. Or he might leave a note or tell you he's leaving, promising to come back at a certain time, than ends up coming home 3 days past when he was supposed to.

-Honestly the only way you can tell he's still alive is Melody saying they're both ok and wish you well.

-So, it's not really a shock to come home and you're not there. Maybe you're out shopping, but it is really late. Perhaps you went out with your friends or staying at their house?

-He tries calling you just to check up on your well being. But... The call gets ignored and unanswered. That's odd, you's usually pick up. Were you trying to make him have a taste of his own medicine for ignoring most of your calls?

-He calls again, nothing. Now he starts to get worried. You might have lost your phone and that's why you weren't answering. Was your phone on silent?

-He decides he's just over thinking things and shouldn't loose sleep over it, that's what you would say, right? You'll show up when he's awake.

-However, he had difficulties going to sleep, and kept feeling as if something was wrong.

-When he finds you're still not there, he's now panicking. He starts asking neighbors if they had seen you. Almost all of them said they didn't, a few did mention a few people walking with you outside.

-He follows the direction where they said the group went. He started to feel more uneasy about the situation once he starts realizing this is leading more and more to where he thought the troupe currently was.

-He luckily found you unharmed and away from any of the spiders.

-"I'm so gald I found you before anything happened to you." He tells you as he squeezes you in a loving embrace. "I'm so, so sorry I wasn't there to protect you, but lets get out of here before the kidnappers come back, ok?"

-His thoughts of the troupe being the ones to take you were confirmed once you explain to him that's exactly what happened.

-He apologized again since he still feels guilty, but sadly does nothing about his random disapperences.

Leorio Paladiknight

-He's usually at school for docter work, at home studying, or sleeping. So spending time with him is rare, but you at least get to see him.

-He usually passes out at his desk, and if you're able to, you pick him up and drag him to bed.

-Even if you can't pick him up, you can just wake him up and tell him to get in bed with you. He often just says he's going to stay at his desk, and occasionally will follow you.

-So he found it odd how the next morning he woke up and he wasn't in bed. And even if he wasn't he would have remembered you waking him up to ask him to.

-He calls for you and gets no response. He then starts looking around the house for you, only to find a hastily scribbled note which reads the similar lines of a ransom note.

-His first thought is, "These people have a lot of nerve asking ME for money."

-Of course you're concern, it's just the audacity of these people.

-Anyways, he starts searching for you even texting his friends to be on the lookout for you or anything that could be hinting to your capture.

-The search only lasted a few days before he got a call from the police saying they caught the kiddnappers and you, along with a few other people were found.

-The criminals were apparently taking people who were related to Hunters to try and get paid in good money.

-He runs up to you crying and hugging you like he never has before. He's Also glad your unharmed and not on the verge of death from dehydration and starvation.

-He promises to take a few days off of school to spend with you.

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[riddlepm]

Summary: Harry and Tom live at Wool's Orphanage, discovering their magic together. Things are going well until an argument leads them to make a wish. A wish that throws them from a world they know into the unfamiliarity. They're now separated and afraid they'll never see each other again.

---- Hannibal Lecter finds a boy with a soul as hungry as his, holding a bloody knife over a broken body. Intrigued, he decides he'll take him in. Whether the boy proves to stay interesting is another matter entirely. ---- Will Graham comes home to find a stray has found him this time only it isn't his usual four-legged kind. Baffled he's soon greeted by a pair of bright green eyes and a, "are you my dad mister?"

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He had been hoping this wouldn’t be the case but of course his hopes are dashed and rightly so. No child could fully escape the cruelty of their abusers without some cause of concerning behaviors showing sooner or later. He had assumed incorrectly that Harry had escaped the same fate of others his age and overlooked any signs just because Harry had been so eager to give out his smiles and laughter to someone like Will.

He's going to need to inform Harry’s foster parents to sign him up for therapy because this doesn’t bode well. Heart aching, Will tries to put on a smile but must have failed as for the first time, Harry narrows his eyes at him in suspicion for only a split second before he’s beaming innocently but Will caught it, nonetheless.

This action does make him pause despite the fact that Harry has never done anything so far as to be the suspicious sort.

The cog wheels of his brain turn regardless and keeps turning as it always does, information coming and going where they need to. Something…isn’t quite adding up and he doesn’t mean the birds. He shuts those thoughts away for now however, because right now, Harry doesn’t need distrustfulness aimed at him when he’s just been through an ordeal.

Instead, he tries harder to return Harry’s smile, asking again about the birds.

“Erm,” Harry fidgets, his hands running up and down his knees in nervousness. “I was just joking. I reckon you don’t talk to birds?”

“No, I can’t say that I have.” Will hesitates before deciding to ask, “would you say they make great conversation?”

#tomarry #hannigram #tomarry fic #hannigram fic #harry potter #tom riddle #will graham #hannibal lecter #harry potter crossover #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #riddlemenot writes

[blogforwritinggenshin]

Incomprehensible

The archons don't understand why you kneel and bow to the others, to those who are beneath you. They ask you to explain and you shake your head sadly. The immorality that they are blessed with, it curses them to never understand such things. They cannot sympathize with humans. Their minds are warped from the power bestowed upon them.

You cannot make them understand that they are not so different from humans. You cannot comfort Zhongli or Xiao or Ganyu who struggle so hard to fit in among the masses. Or Ei, who lost centuries-hundreds of generations of life in her persuit of eternity. Even Venti cannot ascertain and grasp such concepts. All of them can only perceive humans in relation to what they patron.

Contracts, freedom, eternity. These are the things the archons understand perfectly, and only when a human acts within the scope of these ideas can the archon perceive them.

To them it's like watching ants crawl about and work away. They do not know what the ant is thinking but they see what the ant does so they believe any assumptions they make about it are correct. They don't stop to contemplate or reflect on the fact that they are projecting their own feelings onto the small creature. That the creature may have notions of its own.

To the archons, humans do not exist outside of their reign. They simply can't. What they sovereign is too broad and all encompassing. Avoiding their ideas is entirely impossible. And yet... despite their greatness and omnipresence, they cannot understand humans. Not the way you do.

Translucent golden string stretches out from your heart and connects you to every person in each city, at each corner of the land. Even the monsters are connected to you, except with silver string. You smile and greet and great every person with such kindness and respect. As though you are one of them. As though you aren't their great creator. So easily you touch the hearts of the people around you. You bring humanity and life back to the monsters of Teyvat. But your most devout followers, the archons, they have to work to even get close to you. Your heart rejects their advances, even those of simple friendship or worship. You refuse to see them. You refuse to acknowledge them. You do not claim them and it breaks them.

You manage to stop the world from turning upside down from their reactions to your rejection. You don't approach them to make them stop. You don't give them that attention. Instead you take away their powers. You strip them of their greatness. Winds cease from Venti's control. Lighting strikes are no longer Ei's to determine. The ground refuses to quake or mold to Zhongli's design. You take away that part of them and leave them even more hollow.

Now they are powerless. They can't tell if such a fate is worse than being without your love.

The answer is that it's one in the same. Synonymous. Intertwined in an unbinding way.

The world would've eventually returned itself to you. All control would be relinquished to you. It just happened sooner, rather than later.

But it'll be okay. They're immortals after all. They'll have time to get over the pain. To learn to live with their weaknesses.

Youre going to celebrate your people on the land you love so much. You won't bother to look towards the miserable deities. They are beyond salvation. Even pity wouldn't help them now. So there's no point in dwelling on them.

You closer your eyes and open your heart. You feel the joys and sadnesses and hope and dreams of all those in Teyvat.

It feels like true love.

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #creator au #ei #zhongli #venti #genshin #genshin x reader

[zodiactalks]

These are each Zodiac Sign DATING DEALBREAKERS

Are you looking to date a particular Zodiac sign?

We can't tell you what to do, as every person is different, but we can certainly tell you what to avoid.

Today, we'll cover each Zodiac sign's dealbreakers.

Aries

Aries need partners who are capable of handling excitement, so if you're a couch potato, or you're completely unwilling to try out new things, it's best to start looking elsewhere.

Don't get us wrong, Aries does enjoy their relaxation time, but if they consider you boring, that's an immediate game over.

Taurus

Taurus loves stability, and while they might enjoy the occasional adventure, they prefer to play it safe whenever they can.

Improvising things and going with the current may work for you, but it certainly won't work for Taurus, so you want to get all your ducks in a row before you even attempt to woo this sign.

Gemini

There are many, many, many things Gemini will overlook in a partner, but being unable to keep up with them both mentally and verbally isn't one of them.

Geminis love talking, and they adore having interesting discussions and even the occasional argument. If you don't feel like you can give them that, it's better to step aside.

Cancer

Everyone knows that Cancer is one of the most family-oriented signs in the Zodiac, which means that anyone who comes between them and their family will be immediately disqualified.

Cancers aren't prone to casual dating, so when they do date, someone, it's to bring them into the family, so you want to try your best to fit in, or else you'll be kicked to the curb.

Leo

Leos love being the center of attention and they adore treating life like an adventure, which means they prefer dating people who can satisfy both of those needs.

If Leo doesn't feel like they're important for you, and if they feel like you're trying to tone down their flair for the dramatic, then they'll run away sooner rather than later.

Virgo

It's a well-known fact that Virgos are perfectionists, but what most people don't realize is that they often hold other people to those same standards.

Virgos expect others to be just as meticulous and dedicated as them, so if you're not, chances are your relationship with a Virgo will be far more stressful than you hope for.

Libra

Libras enjoy meeting new people and interacting with others, so dating a shy person who would rather be alone can seriously complicate things.

They might be willing to try, sure, but if their partner doesn't try to get out of their shell in return, chances are the relationship just won't work in the long run.

Scorpio.

Scorpios are suspicious by nature and they hold honesty and sincerity to the highest regard.

In a relationship, they expect their partners to be as honest and open as possible, so dating someone who's closed off and secretive isn't really going to work.

Sagittarius

Sagittarians love traveling and acquiring new experiences, to the point that they'd rather sacrifice a relationship than their ability to explore the world.

As such, they often look for partners who'll travel alongside them, so if you're the kind of person who's looking for a more stable life, it's best to look elsewhere.

Capricorn

Capricorns prefer to feel wanted, rather than feel needed, which means they often look for partners who have their lives together and don't need constant reassurance or help.

They're capable individuals who enjoy pursuing activities on their own rather than doing everything as a couple, so if you're a clingy lover, there's no need to apply.

Aquarius

Eccentric and free-thinking, Aquarians thrive where there's no judgment, and that extends to every aspect of their life.

If you prefer keeping up with appearances rather than pursuing your dreams –no matter how strange they might be– then Aquarius isn't the partner for you.

Pisces

Everyone enjoys feeling appreciated when they're in a relationship but Pisces take this to the next level.

If you're not the kind of person who shares their appreciation verbally, or you expect your partner to be satisfied with minimal demonstrations of love, then step aside because Pisces requires a much more hands-on approach.

#Zodiac #Zodiac Signs #Zodiacs #zodiac facts #zodiacsign #astrology #astrology signs #Aries #Aquarius #Cancer #Capricorn #leo #libra #Gemini #virgo #Pisces #Sagittarius #taurus #scorpio

[kissami]

I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVE

part one

summary: he misses you so much, but he knows he'll never be yours again.

warnings: ooc katsuki, cursing obvi, super short whoops

femreader! with she/her pronouns

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⠀⠀‎ ⠀⠀⠀‎ ⠀⠀⠀seasons - waves to earth

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‎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

THE BRIGHT LIGHT from the sun illuminated the many people that walked passed one another down below.

Sometimes it was weird when you think that so many people lived their own lives. They had different people that they loved, hated, cared for.

Everyone had unique experiences and stories that were different than everyone else, and we only see them for just a second in our lives, maybe never seeing them again.

It brought a sense of sadness if you really think about. Maybe you're scrolling through social media and seeing comments from people you may never see again.

It might've seemed dramatic, but the feeling of just wanting to make sure that everyone would find their happiness soon lingered into the girl's brain.

Everyone deserves to be happy, for some who caused other's pain or absolute hurt, didn't deserve a second chance, but majority deserved nothing but happiness.

"Can you stop yanking me so much? You're gonna rip my arm!"

The blond huffed as he felt an ache in his arm as he glared at the back of his friend's head, wanting to just rip his arm away from their hold and tell them off.

She ignored his whine and continued to hold his hand tightly as she passed by many people on the street.

"Yeah yeah, the more you whine, the longer I'm gonna hold your hand."

She spoke back as she turned the corner quickly, almost making the boy hit the side of the building with his shoulder.

"WE'RE HERE!!" She yelled, letting go of his hand and running off.

‘Since when does this b*tch run?’

He stared at her form disappearing around the corner, making him even more annoyed than before.

Sure, he thought it was annoying how she dragged him like a rag doll, but now that she was gone and leaving him all alone, he didn't like it one bit.

"AT LEAST WAIT FOR ME, A*SH*LE!"

He ran and pushed by the people that were in his way towards the direction the girl went as he said curse words beneath his breath.

"BAKUBRO!" Another blond and a red head ran towards him, tackling in a tight hug.

"GET OFF ME, IDIOTS! YOUR FUCKING SWEAT WILL GET ALL OVER ME NOW!!"

"Says the one who needs sweat to work his quirk."

Another boy chuckled from beside them, playing around with the guitar strings that need some adjustments.

"Shut it, flat face."

"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?" Mina rested her head on the giggling girl's shoulder as they watched their friend complain, trying to get the two boys off of him.

The two girls began to talk amongst themselves, completely unaware of the boys whispering to each other.

"You like her, huh” Kirishima smirked as he nudged his best friend.

"The f*ck?!"

"When are you gonna tell her?! It's clear that the two of you like one another, just get it over with already!

"It's not that simple."

Katsuki gave a small glance over to the girls, feeling a rush of happiness flow through in his veins as he saw how cute she looked.

"Well sooner or later someone will come in and ask her out!"

The group of boys looked over to see the famous Todoroki Shoto giving a clear look at Y/N with a small smile on his perfect face.

"I'll f**king murder him!"

"Shush idiot, they'll hear you!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes angrily as he looked back at the pretty girl across the room.

Only to be met with her beautiful eyes. She looked so perfect.

Giving him a small wave, Y/N gave a bright smile towards the blond as he flipped her off in return.

‘How cute.’

They both thought of the other at the same time as they watched one another from different sides of the room.

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"Katsuki, baby, wake up!"

Groaning as he rubbed his eyes, he glanced over the clock and sighed.

8:30AM

"I'm coming,baby."

His husky morning voice responded back as he took off the blanket off his form.

He stretched his muscles and yawned, looking at the many tattoos lingering on both of his arms.

He rubbed his ears, feeling his piercings on his ears and huffed.

He didn't even think about putting on a shirt as he made his way towards where his wife was standing.

She could feel a deep blush grow on her cheeks as she admired her husband's physique the more he got closer to her.

He neared her, gripping both sides of her face in his hands and leaned down, kissing her plump lips.

He bent down on his knees and gave a tender kiss on her tummy, feeling the joyful kicks of his son.

"Good morning, Katsu."

"Good morning, Yuko...and good morning to you, Natsumi."

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author's note: yes this is heavy angst, there is no happy ending with katsuki and y/n so leave while your heart is still intact!!!

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