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hotchfiles · 4 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [GLASS TIES] ❞

request by lovely anon who loves isaac and pain. pairing: isaac lahey x reader. summary: isaac and you share the perfect summer fling. those ties don't last when summer ends. content warnings: mentions of sex and death. there's like a huge teen wolf spoiler but i mean the show is over for years now. word count: 1,4k+

working during summer wasn't your ideal way to enjoy the warm days and freedom from school work, unfortunately the city library needed help and you needed all the extra crap possible to make your resume look nice, full and interesting for colleges, so you'd spend three afternoons a week helping nerdy teens and old ladies find the books they wanted, register it as they borrowed it and more recently, read to a group of children once a week.

it wasn't the worst job, it could be quite fun... but it was mostly just silence, quietness and a bit of boredom, you enjoyed having access to that many books, but even you got tired of reading after a while, so when the most beautiful guy you've ever seen waited for you to notice him, you were busy laughing at your phone like an idiot.

and he could've faked a cough or anything of the sort to call you out, but instead he decided to simply lean down and insert his head in between your face and your phone, looking directly at you as he did so and making you screech from the scare. "oh my god, what're you doing?"

"getting your lazy ass back to work, apparently." he's nonchalant, his smirk makes him annoyingly handsome, and you'd remember those eyes and those curls anywhere.

isaac lahey, a year older than you, blue eyes, golden curly locks, greek god possibly. you blinked quickly and shook your head, so nervous you couldn't even think of a comeback to his sneaky comment. "so-sorry, do you need help?"

"need a book."

"good, we have some of those here, yes." you found your breach to tease him and you took it without even thinking, trying not to panic as the words left your mouth. isaac enjoyed it though, laughing and nodding along.

"sure, yeah, sorry. werewolves, uh, the less... fictional the better." you're about the laugh it off, yeah right. but he was completely serious, if only a bit concerned about having to ask for those.

you nodded and thought for a minute, putting up key words on the system to see if you could find anything. "we have some really old ones in our more special section, but they can't leave the building. also i wouldn't call them non fictional... i mean, werewolves right?" you shrug, chuckling lightly and he's oh, extremely amused, genuine laughing and you're not sure why. "but uh... they're quite old and kinda damaged, so we don't really know what the purpose of it was."

you take him to the back of the library and shows him the two books you mentioned, they are big, old and dusty and isaac has the time of his laughing laughing at how much you were sneezing back there. "glad you're having fun, but lower your voice, funny boy." you whisper shaking your head disapprovingly, but your smile was too difficult to hide.

you go back to the reception after telling him the library rules again, thinking that would probably be it; but it wasn't.

he took the books to where you were working, taking the closest table to you. he would spend minutes on end just reading, looking beautifully focused, but then he would glance at you and catch you staring at him, isaac would then smile, tell you to go back to work as you told him to keep his voice down.

it was the most fun you had since the summer started.

isaac went back to the library every day after that, shamelessly leaving if you weren't working until he memorized the days you would be there. he truly wasn't much of a library guy, but he enjoyed spending time with you there. it was quiet, much quieter than his mind and his life, but still, it wasn't boring, at least not for him.

after the first week the books didn't matter, not giving him much more information for what he was going through, making you blush though, that mattered a lot and he noticed he was quite good at it.

he was getting used to having girls looking at him more, but something in you stood out. he figured out soon it was simply the fact you've been secretly glancing at him even before he changed. turned.

you would make comments as he walked you home after your shift ended, and he knew you didn't even notice how endearing it was or how much of a tell it was, so not a bike guy anymore? or you gained some weight, right? like, not in a bad way, not that gaining weight is bad, you're just... stronger now.

isaac felt connected to you somehow because of that, you had no idea of what he was, or how bad his life was before, but still, you liked him even then, even when he was broken and you didn't even know him. knowing someone paid some attention to him back then gives him conflicted feelings, but most of them are good. warm. tender.

you make him feel soft. and normal. and wanted. and he knows he could've made his move on you much sooner, but oh, he enjoyed the pining, the blushing, the way you bit your lower lip and tucked your hair behind your ear whenever he complimented you. he enjoyed the teasing too much.

after he kissed your lips for the first time though, he figured out what he enjoyed more than the teasing.

you.

being a werewolf in a freak city meant he didn't always have the amount of time he wished he had to spend with you. but that summer, all the time he had at his dispose was spent with you. calling you, texting you, working with you.

he would take you to late night movies, bowling and ice cream, so terribly charming even when he awkwardly ended up meeting your mom after sneaking in and cuddling with you all night, she adored him. gave him a pass to sleep over as long as he didn't sneak in and the door to your room was always open.

you both followed the rules strictly, but your mom wasn't a light sleeper, so what started with you guiding his hand down your pants ended up with him taking your virginity. slowly, quietly, tenderly. he locked eyes with you and didn't glance away for one second that night. told you words that were probably too soon to be said.

the three words left your lips like a secret, matching his.

things changed when summer ended, school coming at you in full speed.

and maybe it was your fault, with all ap classes, extracurricular, volunteer works you put yourself through, or maybe it was the naivety of not asking what you two were, of not labeling what you both shared before the outside world came into play.

or maybe it was isaac's fault, and the way his outspoken personality sometimes served as a shield to his secretive actions. whatever it really was, you would barely see each other at school, each with your own little friend group, different classes, you were lucky to catch him in the hallways, where he would smile at you and touch your hand lightly as if you two were a secret.

were you? not exactly, but isaac wanted to keep you away from the mess, away from the killing, the blood, the fear. he didn't want to taint what you both had, so the more you didn't have time, the more he got away from you, slipped from your fingers.

and before you could even fight it, try anything to keep him, there was allison.

laughing with him, touching his arms, knowing things about him you would never dream about, you could see it, even from afar, the eyes of two people who connected.

confidants.

it broke you. but you couldn't do anything about it, you felt like it was your fault, as if your oh so busy academic life pushed him away. you let him go, no more texts, no more looking for a glance and a soft touch pass the hallways.

for weeks it was almost like it never happened, like your life was ever the same, like it didn't change past summer. of course you would go through the texts you shared from time to time, shed a few tears and pretend to get over it. and it worked.

until he was at your door sobbing. bloody. completely lost.

allison was dead. and nothing would ever be the same again.

#isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey scenario #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x you #isaac lahey x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf scenario #isaac x reader #isaac x you #isaac x y/n #reqs!#i kinda hate it but #IT IS WHAT IT IS

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 3 months

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Galileo Galilei Main Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game.

This is a rough translation, so expect several inaccuracies and mistakes.

I still vaguely remember the beautiful eyes I saw when I was a child.

The screech of the brakes pierced the air as a massive hunk of steel blocked my view.

Closing my eyes in fear just as the truck, several times my height, came hurtling towards me, I felt a slight impact and a warm sensation on my body.

???: "Are you okay?"

???: "Ah, I finally..."

The soft voice I heard in my dreams woke me up, and as I opened my eyes, the bright light pouring in through the window told me it was morning already.

Even as I got up from the bed, my consciousness still seemed to drift into a hazy half-dream state.

(I feel like I had a nostalgic dream.)

(That was definitely from when I was little.)

As I started to mull over it, I suddenly realized it was time for me to start getting ready for the morning. I hurriedly fixed myself up and dashed out of the room.

When I arrived at the dining room, Sebastian was just about to bring the freshly made pancakes.

Mitsuki: "Good morning. Sorry for being late, Sebastian."

Sebastian: "Morning, Mitsuki. As your punishment for being late, you won't be having breakfast."

Mitsuki: "What?"

Sebastian: "Just kidding. You must have been busy and tired yesterday, so I'll let it slide."

Sebastian: "I'll prepare your breakfast now."

Mitsuki: "Thank you!"

As Sebastian and I exchanged words, someone at the nearby table, who was reading the newspaper, chuckled.

Theo: "You should thank Sebas for being generous, hondje."

Vincent: "Theo, you're being mean again. Good morning, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Morning, Vincent and Theo. You're also up early today, Isaac."

Isaac: "I have a busy schedule, so I figured I'd head to university ahead of time to get ready. How about you sit down as well?"

Isaac pulled out the chair next to him.

As I smiled at the beginning of another peaceful morning at the mansion, I heard a knock on the window.

Dazai: "Could someone let me in, please?"

Dazai was peering into the dining room from outside the window.

Mitsuki: "Huh? Dazai-san, you usually come in without asking."

Isaac: "I locked the window. He's annoying when he intrudes."

Isaac said calmly, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

Even though Isaac locked Dazai out, he was clearly enjoying it.

Dazai: "Haha, is this your doing, Isaac-kun?"

Dazai: "But I know it's just your other way of saying you want more of my attention. So cute."

Isaac: "No, don't interpret it that way!"

Chuckling softly, I approached the window and unlocked it.

Mitsuki: "Good morning, Dazai-san. You should use the front door properly. Whoa."

As soon as I opened the window, a gust of wind blew in, making me stagger, but Theo, who was closest to me, supported me.

Theo: "Be careful, hondje."

Mitsuki: "Thank you, Theo."

Dazai: "Toshiko-san, did you hit your forehead on something?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Dazai: "I saw what looked like a scar when your hair fluttered just now. I thought you might have bumped into something."

Dazai, who climbed through the window, pointed to my forehead.

Theo then lifted my bangs gently.

Theo: "Let me see. Yeah, there's a scar on the right side of your forehead. But it doesn't seem recent. An old scar, maybe?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, yeah. Actually, it's from when..."

I was about to speak, but the scene from the dream I had this morning flashed through my mind.

(Oh, right. That dream was about when I got this scar.)

Mitsuki: "I was in a car accident when I was little."

Mitsuki: "I almost got hit by a car, but a stranger shielded and saved me."

Mitsuki: "It wasn't a major accident, but I got a small cut on my forehead. This scar is a reminder of that time."

Vincent: "I see. Having a scar on your face must have been tough."

Mitsuki: "I don't mind. It's not noticeable when I let my hair down."

Dazai: "Yeah, we didn't even notice until now."

The continuation of the dream brought back distant emotions from the past, warming my heart.

Mitsuki: "I'm really grateful to the person who helped me. It's thanks to him that I'm here."

Mitsuki: "Risking one's own safety to help someone in need is not something everyone can do."

Mitsuki: "That's why, since then, I've made it a point to help others if they're in trouble."

Mitsuki: "I don't remember the person's face very well, but I feel like they had beautiful, captivating eyes.

(Come to think of it, I think I gave them something as a thank you, but I can't remember what it was.)

I dove into the sea of memories for just a few moments.

Comte: "Maybe that's where your kindness came from. It's a lovely memory."

Mitsuki: "Comte! Good morning!"

Comte: "Morning, Mitsuki."

Comte came to the dining room and returned the greeting with elegance.

However, he immediately wore a somewhat troubled smile.

Comte: "Mitsuki, could you come to my room later, after work? I have something to discuss."

(Discuss?)

That afternoon, I visited Comte's room, where Vlad was also present.

The topic of conversation was about the doors in the mansion and Vlad's ancient castle.

Comte: "I've been checking the condition of the door every month, but it's still not stable on the other side."

Vlad: "The door in my old castle is the same."

Comte: "The space-time continuum fluctuates between abnormal and normal."

Comte: "The hallway sometimes appears, but beyond that, it's occasionally distorted. I don't think we can send you to your original world."

Mitsuki: "I see."

Vlad: "I'm sorry, Mitsuki. Perhaps the cause of the anomaly lies with us."

Mitsuki: "What do you mean?"

Vlad: "That corridor connects to all eras. If that space is distorted, that means there are distortions in history and the world."

Comte and Vlad created the doors to make this world a better place, resurrecting individuals with extraordinary talents as vampires who became residents of the mansion and the old castle.

Vlad spoke about how the fact that great individuals began to live eternally might be influencing the history of the world and warping space and time.

(Everyone's existence affects history.)

Vlad: "Creating that door has caused repercussions, leading to our current situation."

Comte: "Mitsuki, I'm really sorry that I can't send you back to your original world."

I hurriedly spoke up, seeing the distressed expressions on both of their faces.

Mitsuki: "No, I'm grateful that you're looking into it. And please, don't apologize too much."

Mitsuki: "For me, this 19th century is my other home now."

Mitsuki: "I've met everyone in the mansion and Vlad because of that door."

Mitsuki: "Thinking about it that way, it's like a miraculous fate."

(So please don't worry too much about me.)

Vlad: "Mitsuki."

Comte: "Thank you for saying that, Mitsuki."

As I nodded, Comte and Vlad smiled with relief.

After hearing their stories, I walked through the streets, lost in thought.

(I've been living in the 19th century since the time slip.)

(This world and everyone I've met here became important to me.)

What I conveyed to Comte and Vlad were undoubtedly my true feelings.

However, it's not like I don't have any attachment to my original world; I still worry about the family and friends I left behind.

(Unless that door gets fixed, I can't return to the 21st century.)

(There's nothing I can do about it.)

Feeling helpless, I stopped and looked up at the sky, where the crescent moon was floating faintly.

(The moon is always there in the sky, regardless of the era.)

I felt like we were all connected under the same sky.

I placed my hand on my chest and gently closed my eyes.

(At least, I'll pray from this world.)

(I hope my loved ones are happy.)

Strongly wishing in my heart, I opened my eyes again and sighed.

(I got a bit sentimental, didn't I? Maybe I should take a little walk before heading back.)

As I walked the streets as my mood took me, I found myself wandering the outskirts of town.

(I've never been around here before. It'd be troublesome if I got lost. Maybe I should start heading back soon.)

Just as I was about to turn back, a gentle breeze passed by, and a delightful fragrance tickled my nose.

(What's that? I think I smelled something nice for a moment just now.)

(Is there a flower blooming somewhere?)

I scanned the surroundings, but I couldn't spot any flowers.

Still intrigued by the unfamiliar scent, I followed my curiosity deeper into the alleyways.

Soon after, I found a building standing quietly in a deserted place.

Mitsuki: "Wow."

I approached the building, drawn by the fragrance, and saw a flower garden.

The blooming flowers, all shining brightly in pure white, were enveloped in a vibrant fragrance.

(Is this a garden? So, these flowers are the source of the scent.)

(I wonder what kind of flowers these are. They don't look like lilies.)

(I've never seen them before.)

The area where the flowers were blooming seemed to have originally been a part of the building, with walls and ceilings crumbling in places.

As a result, sunlight pours in from above, giving the space an aura reminiscent of a sacred ritual site.

Guided by curiosity, I stepped inside, and suddenly—

A vivid red, like a pool of blood, suddenly filled my field of vision, and in that instant, my heart skipped a beat.

Mitsuki: "----!"

I suddenly felt dizzy.

(What's happening all of a sudden?)

(My head feels dizzy.)

Though there was no pain, my vision shook, so I lightly pressed my hand to my head.

When I lifted my head and looked again, I saw a man facing the red-stained spot.

(Someone's there.)

At that moment, I stepped on a leaf, and the man slowly turned around.

(Blood?)

(No, that's not it. Those are flowers.)

Flowers were blooming between his lips.

Fresh crimson flowers, dripping like blood.

(He's eating the flowers.)

His silver-white hair and his amethyst eyes captured me, but...

Man with purple eyes: ".........."

(His vacant eyes seem to reflect nothing—not the flowers, not me, nothing.)

I might have seen something I shouldn't have, yet I couldn't look away from the fleeting beauty of the scene.

At that moment, fate began to move.

I still don't know the endless sorrow reflected in his amethyst eyes, but I will find the truth about him.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp galileo #ikevamp #ikevamp jp #ikevamp translations #cybird #galileo galilei

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princeescaluswords · 8 months

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The Teen Wolf fanspace would be a perfect case study for the Mandella Effect. How fandom works to build false narratives to create false memories among a collective when a story doesn't cater specifically to [their] white interests.

On, god, I am really quite willing to trawl through the history of this show's audience sewage responses just to build a paper around it.

Well, I'll tell you one thing: you won't have a problem finding evidence for your thesis!

After you sent me this ask, I read up on the Mandela Effect, and I have to admit I tried to resist applying it to the Teen Wolf fanspace at first, because there's something dissatisfying to me about looking at my experience through that lens. Intentional misrepresentation can be rejected and countered, but with subconscious misrepresentation, the task becomes so much more difficult. In other words, it's easier to dodge a bullet than an avalanche. In the end though, the result is the same.

My discomfort arises even more as I examine the Teen Wolf fandom through that lens, because you can see examples of the effect consistently. Scenes, characterizations, and flat-out lampshading must vanish completely from the fandom's memories in order for their experience to conform to their peer-reinforced expectations. No example demonstrates this more than the way fandom treats Master Plan (2x12).

Do you know how many times I have had to explain to other individuals in the fandom, both new and old, that Scott's plan was never to make Derek bite Gerard. It was Gerard's plan for Derek to bite him, and we know this. In the episode itself, Gerard crows that science doesn't have a cure for cancer, but the supernatural does. Scott figured out that Gerard had cancer, but Scott didn't know that Gerard planned to make Scott be the one to physically force Derek to do it. Scott didn't know that Gerard could sense Jackson's location and that Gerard would show up at the warehouse. Scott certainly didn't know that Gerard would put Jackson's claws to Allison's throat in order to extort him into doing it. Do you know how I know this? Because the show carefully lampshaded every single thing I just said.

Scott's plan was to poison Gerard so he couldn't get the bite, so he wouldn't kill Derek and be able to become Alpha. That's why he switched out the mountain ash. If he had wanted to simply kill Gerard, as many people have pointed out, why not just switch out the pills for actual poison?

But the fandom forgets everything in that scene beyond the fact that Scott made Derek bite Gerard. They forget the logical conclusion that if Scott had died in Raving (2x08), Gerard would have simply found someone else to make Derek bite him. They forget the reality that Allison -- someone who was far more important to Scott than the man who had stepped on his throat to prove a point, had kidnapped and threatened his best friend Stiles, and had sent his classmates to murder Lydia in his freaking bedroom -- was in mortal danger every moment Scott's hands were on Derek.

But the Mandela effect doesn't stop with Scott. Think about Allison herself at the end of Season 2. She's suddenly a "b*tch" because she hunted down Erica and Boyd. Make no mistake, she shouldn't have gone about it in the way that she did, which Chris Argent rightfully pointed that out. Fandom correctly remembers that this was due to an overreaction to the death of her mother and the manipulation of her evil grandfather, but then they treat Erica, Boyd, and Isaac as if they were innocent victims of prejudice, instead of the people who had chosen to hurt her boyfriend Scott, hurt her friend Stiles (who was her friend, not Derek's and not the beta trio's), and try to murder her best friend Lydia. That doesn't include the fact that she had been personally threatened by Erica and physically attacked by Isaac, or that Derek had accepted Peter -- the man who ripped out her aunt's throat and tried to kill her repeatedly -- back into his pack and was working with him. But two entire seasons' worth of violence and attempted murder simply vanishes in order to facilitate the fandom's judgment of Allison's behavior in the last three episodes of Season 2.

I've put it down to racism and misogyny -- and it is! -- but I have to suspect that it isn't a deliberate decision to forget about all the things Teen Wolf did to lay out the story. It's been encouraged and repeated often enough that it's taken on a life of its own in fandom, and now participants aren't even obligated to take what little they've seen into account. Why should they? It's like it never happened.

#scott mccall #allison argent #scott mccall defense squad #teen wolf fandom problems #fandom racism #fandom misogyny #stiles stilinski

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harajuku-cookie · 16 days

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Total Eclipse of the Heart

Note: I have had this on my mind ever since the solar eclipse. I was on the outskirts of complete totality and it was cloudy so I didn't get the full experience, but seeing how the sky changed, the wind that blew, and the serenity of the moment, it felt like something out of a fantasy novel. I remember feeling overwhelmed with an emotion I couldn't even put into words, so I wanted to take that feeling and incorporate it into our favorite IkeVamp astronomer, Isaac.

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Imagine you decide to become a vampire and get the chance to stay with Isaac for a lot longer than your human life would've let you. Throughout the decades, you and Isaac decide to travel to different areas of the world to chase after solar eclipses when they occured. It's a special and fun experience for the both of you. You get to show Isaac your love for traveling and getting to experience different cultures and languages and Isaac gets to show you his passion for science. He was an astronomer in his human life and that fascination continued well into his new life. Each experience was just as special as the next.

Now you both have made it to the 21st century, a little after present (now past) you left through the door. It's now time again to chase another solar eclipse, this time in North America. Times have gotten a lot easier to travel, new languages have been learned, and now you both can safely view it with a pair of special solar eclipse glasses, but that same old excitement is still there. It's finally the day and the area you're both in is where complete totality will occur. You both get to the area early to set up and countdown until it's showtime.

Soon the moment arrives, the sky around you and Isaac darkening. Quickly slipping on your glasses, you look to the sky and see the marvel above you. There's a moment where you hear it's safe to take your glasses off and see it with your own eyes and the sight takes both of your breaths away. You feel the the wind blowing softly around you, a slight headache that you've gotten used to getting during these times, and you're overwhelmed with an emotion you cannot fully comprehend. You turn to Isaac for a moment and even in the dim lighting, you swear you could see his eyes sparkle at seeing this amazing phenomenon. You've always thought of Isaac as beautiful, but at that moment, he looked dazzling. Never have you been more thankful for the chance to live this long and to be by his side all this time.

At the moment you turned back to look at the sky while you still had the chance, it was Isaac's turn to look at you. The soft smile on your face, still slightly visible, was one of the sweetest he's ever seen from you. It's times like these where he's thankful for his new life. Sure it came with the price of being an aberrant, but because of becoming a vampire, he got a chance to meet you, fall in love with you, and spend all these decades together with you. He was able to overcome a lot of challenges with you by his side and now you're both here now witnessing another one of nature's marvels. Overwhelmed with love, you both reach for one another's hands, fingers intertwining, and enjoy this special moment together.

#Isaac Newton #IkeVamp Isaac #Ikemen Vampire #IkeVamp #Pastel writes #I wrote this on my phone while waiting inbetween errands so mistakes might be found

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eventinelysplayground · 5 months

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A Winter Storm

TW: Non graphic childbirth, childbirth complications, near death. Italics are used for internal thoughts and unclear returning memories.

Layers of thick white snow covered the ground painting a perfect tranquil winter scene. A few days before had brought one of the worst snowstorms anyone could remember in recent years and although the snowstorm had subsided a different storm was now raging inside the mansion walls.

Just a bit more….What do we do now….you made it back….come on….what are you….as soon as they're back….hey you did a good job….I need you to do something for me….tell me what happened.

The voices were disjointed and came flooding back in all at once seemingly making no sense.

Wait did I fall asleep, I don't remember. Just how long have I been sleeping for? Ugh my head hurts and everything's so foggy.

Mitsuki tried to shake the fog from her head but it wouldn't move. Panic gripped her as she realized her body wouldn't listen to her.

What!? Ok calm down and think. Earlier I was in the kitchen. It had just started snowing and I was just finishing making lunch….

???: Mitsuki what are you doing!?

Mitsuki: Making lunch?

???: I know what you're doing I meant why!? You should be resting.

Mitsuki: Not you to Isaac I swear I'm fine and if I have to sit around doing nothing the next three weeks I'm going to go crazy.

Isaac: I don't know, if he finds out I'm going to be in trouble.

Mitsuki: I promise you won't be in trouble ok, he's just being overprotective anyways. This pregnancy has been a breeze and I've felt fantastic the whole time! Now if you really want to help take these sandwiches into the dining room while I go get Arthur.

Isaac: No, I'll go and get him after I take the tray in.

Mitsuki: Fine, honestly I'm too hungry to care anymore.

That's right everyone was gone out except for Arthur Isaac and I. He went and got Arthur for lunch and…and…

Mitsuki: Oh! Ummm Arthur, I think my water just broke.

Arthur's coffee cup stopped mid air and Isaac nearly choked on his sandwich.

Arthur: Are you certain love?

Mitsuki: Well I haven't done this before but yes I'm pretty certain.

Isaac: But it's too early, you have three weeks left. You said she had three weeks left!

Arthur: I said about three weeks, Babies come when they come Newt. Right first thing let's get you upstairs to your room then we can get a better idea of what's going on ok.

Mitsuki: Ok Arthur.

They helped me upstairs, Arthur did his examination and asked Isaac to go get the midwife, Isaac left but then he was shouting for Arthur and….

Arthur: Well looks like there's going to be a slight change of plans Mitsuki.

Mitsuki: What do you mean by that Arthur?

Arthur: The snow has picked up something fierce. Newt nearly got buried just opening the door. Looks like it's just going to be the three of us until it stops.

Isaac came into the room just then furiously shaking snow off of seemingly everywhere, it was so funny.

Isaac: Are you even qualified to deliver a baby?

Arthur: Of course I'm qual…

Mitsuki: Wait wait wait! If we can't leave then that means nobody can come home either can they?

Arthur: Don't go panicking, I'm sure the storm won't last long. First labors always take a very long time anyways, sometimes days even.

Isaac: Days!

Arthur: Newt old boy I can only calm one of you down at a time right now, pull it together man.

Isaac: Right, sorry.

Mitsuki: Arthur I don't know if I can do this without him.

Arthur: You'll be fine love you have Newt and I and you studied up on everything possible. You're as prepared as you'll ever be. As soon as the snow lets up Newt will rush to get the midwife it shouldn't be long ok. Just focus on what you need to do right now.

But the snow didn't let up, it just kept coming and it got even worse. It was blowing so much we couldn't see two feet out from the windows. Everything was going so fast with my labor…

Isaac: Here are the towels and water you wanted. Earlier I brought the scissors and your doctor's bag and a first aid kit.

Arthur: Thanks Newt.

Isaac: Is there anything else I can do?

Arthur: All the work from here on out is up to Mitsuki. Are you ready for this?

Mitsuki: Do I have a choice? Seems like it's made up its mind to come now regardless of anything we say.

Arthur: Ha, it's not even here yet and already it's as stubborn as it's father.

Mitsuki: I'm telling Theo you said that…agghhh

That's right it was still snowing and my labor was almost done…

Arthur: Just a bit more, come on Mitsuki you can do this!

Mitsuki: Agghhh!

Then I heard the baby crying

Arthur: Jolly good job Mitsuki, you have a handsome baby boy!

Isaac: Is..is he ok?

Arthur: That's just what newborn babies look like Newt. Come over here and sit with Mitsuki while I get him cleaned up.

Mitsuki: A boy, is he really ok? Theo's going to be so happy!

Isaac: And angry…

Mitsuki: I'm sure he'll get over it once he sees agghhh…

Isaac: Mitsuki!

Arthur: Newt take over here.

Isaac: Oh okay…

Mitsuki: Arthur, I have to still agghhh!

That’s right I still felt like I had to push. There was another baby! It was another little boy, Isaac rushed off to get more towels…

Arthur: Well I dare say you did splendid Mitsuki. They're both healthy looking and loud that's for certain.

Mitsuki: I can't wait for this storm to stop so Theo can…

I was excited and anxious for Theo to come home and that's the last thing I really remember. What happened after that? Did I fall asleep after labor? No, there was panic and oh my god my babies.

Mitsuki suddenly jolted upright in bed and looked around in a panic for her sons. Just then a warm firm hand reached out and grabbed her gently.

Theo: Mitsuki! Are you ok? Do you feel weird? Does anything hurt?

Mitsuki: Theo! Where are the babies!? I remember them being born and then…

Theo: They're fine. They're just over there sleeping, take it easy ok? Broer can you go get Arthur and Comte.

Vincent: Of course, I'm really glad you're ok Mitsuki.

Mitsuki noticed the look of utter relief on Vincent's face as he left. She turned to look at Theo, his eyes filled with so many emotions she couldn't figure them out.

Mitsuki: Theo what's wrong, what happened?

Theo let out a long sigh and sat back in his chair. After a few moments of silence he pushed himself forward, his arms resting on his legs.

Theo: You asked what happened, when do you remember to?

Mitsuki: Our second son had come, Arthur was holding him he said they both looked healthy. I was telling him I couldn't wait for you to see them and…and I don't really remember anything after.

Theo lifted his head and stared at Mitsuki. She could tell he was debating what he should tell her and she reached out for him.

Mitsuki: Please Theo I can handle it.

Theo: From what Arthur told me you passed out. Apparently something went wrong and you kept bleeding, they were so worried…

That's right Isaac had gone for more towels and he came back and Arthur told him what was going on.

Arthur: She's losing too much blood!

Isaac: What…what do we do now!?

Arthur: I don't know, I'm trying everything I can to stop it but if I can't get it to she's going to bleed out.

Isaac: You mean she'll die? Theo will kill us if that happens!

Arthur: It wouldn't be an issue if Comte was here, he could just bite her and she'd be fine but…

Theo: Apparently Arthur managed to slow the bleeding down but he couldn't make it stop completely and you were almost gone.

Theo dropped his head onto Mitsukis lap in an effort to hide his tears and she reached out stroking his head.

Mitsuki: It's ok now Theo, I'm still here. We're all ok.

I remember Arthur's voice. He kept talking to me the whole time and then he was talking to someone else…

Arthur: By god you made it back in this storm!

????: I left early, knew it was gonna be a bad one but even I barely made it here. Never mind all that though Isaac said to come up here fast.

Arthur: The babies came early, twin boys, and now I can't get her bleeding to stop. She doesn't have much time left. I was hoping for Theo to get back before now or Comte but…

???: How much longer does she have?

Arthur: Maybe a half hour an hour if we're really lucky. I failed them Leonardo, I kept telling her everything would be fine!

Leonardo: Hey take it easy ok, I know you did everything you could. How are the bambinos?

Arthur: They're perfectly healthy but, she didn't even get to hold them. She did all this work and…

Leonardo: Okay enough of that now.

Arthur you were hurting so much. You two stopped talking because a baby was crying and I remember thinking my baby needed me. I wanted so much to see them I was scared I didn't want to leave them I remember opening my eyes.

Leonardo: Cara Mia?

Mitsuki: I want my sons. Please I can't leave them I want …

Then a sense of pain and Isaac's voice and oh my god.

Isaac: What are you doing?

Arthur: Leonardo…

Leonardo: I'm going to my room.

Arthur: Leonardo wait! Damn it! Newt as soon as they get back send Comte up here immediately understand.

Isaac: What just…

Arthur: Newt focus! When Comte gets back send him up here, if Theo and Vincent get back before him stall them as long as you can.

Mitsuki had stopped stroking Theo's head as the memories came back and Theo looked up into her eyes.

Theo: When Broer and I made it back in the morning Isaac was in the front hall waiting for us along with Napoleon. Isaac told us you had gone into labor the day before just as the storm had started. I never ran up those stairs as fast as I did then, I think I jumped over half of them. I came in and Arthur was sitting right at your side checking your pulse. You looked so tired and I thought how hard it must of been especially when Arthur said it was twins. I'm so sorry I left you alone during that Hondje.

Mitsuki: I was scared and sad you weren't here but it's ok. Arthur and Isaac were with me the whole time.

Theo: I have to admit I was never so grateful for that klootzak as I was at that moment.

Mitsuki: I remember you told me I did a good job didn't you?

Theo: Ya, you were sleeping when Broer and I came in and Arthur was being pushy about getting us out of here. He at least let me see you for a few minutes though before he kicked us out.

I remember….

Arthur: Alright that's enough she needs her rest you can see her later. I promise to even bring the boys down when they wake up but for now everyone out.

Theo: Seriously you klootzak! I just missed my wife giving birth to my sons and as soon as I get here you're trying to kick me out!

Vincent: Theo calm down, Mitsuki looks like she's half dead. I'm sure Arthur just wants her to get enough rest so she recovers.

Arthur: Thank you Vincent that's it exactly. Newt take Theo back to the parlor and get him a drink will you, help him celebrate the birth of his sons.

Isaac: Okay sure.

Theo: Fine whatever the Doctor says right, you did a good job Mitsuki. I'm so proud of you and thank you.

I felt something warm on my forehead and then I heard footsteps after that. I guess you were leaving and then Arthur's voice, he was so serious

Arthur: Vincent, I need you to do something for me.

Vincent: Of course anything after what you did for my little sister and my nephews.

Arthur: I hope so. I need you to keep Theo downstairs. He can't come up here again no matter what. Not until Comte gets back.

Vincent: Why?

Arthur: If I tell you you can't tell Theo, not yet.

Vincent: Ok…

Arthur: You said she looked half dead and you weren't too far off. Another half hour and she would of been.

Vincent: What? She's alive though right? So you saved her.

Arthur: She is but I didn't save her.

Vincent: Then…

Arthur: Leonardo made it home in the storm last night. When he got here she was almost gone, we were talking then one of the babies was crying next thing I know he's bitten her.

Vincent: What? But Leonardo….

Arthur: I know. The problem is he went and raided Comtes wine then shut himself in his room after and hasn't come out since. All her vitals are fine but he bit her last night and she still hasn't woken up. I don't know if that's from the trauma from the birth, the bite, the loss of blood, something else or all of it. Napoleon knows to send Comte straight up here and I'm hoping to have some answers from him before I have to talk to Theo.

Vincent: I understand Arthur, I'll do my best.

Arthur: Thanks Vincent, you really are an angel.

I knew that pain was familiar. It was a lot different from Theo's bite though.

Theo: Broer Isaac and I broke open a bottle of champagne and started drinking. I was so happy, I still can't believe it. I'm a father and to two sons at once! You know I always hoped that I would have two boys, there's nothing like the bond between two brothers. I don't know how long we were down there drinking but Mozart, Napoleon and Sebastian came strolling in and joined us. Not long after Comte and Arthur came in with our boys. It was a busy morning.

Comte. He came into my room and he sounded so frantic.

Le Comte: Arthur, Napoleon said you needed to see me immediately.

Arthur: Comte old chap I've never been happier to see you.

Le Comte: Tell me what happened Arthur, all of it.

Theo: Then it turned into afternoon and evening….

Mitsuki: Wait, just how long was I out for?

Theo: We're going into their third night so.

Mitsuki: That long! Theo I'm so sorry you must have been so worried!

Theo: You don't have anything to apologize for Hondje. I'm just glad you're finally awake and we get to name them.

Mitsuki: You didn't name them?

Theo: No. After Le Comte and Arthur told me everything I wanted to wait for you to wake up before doing that. I have some ideas though.

Mitsuki: So do I, I wonder if they're the same.

Later, way past any reasonable dinner time, there was a knock on the door. Although whoever it was they didn't wait for an answer.

???: Leonardo I'm coming in.

Leonardo was sitting on the floor beside his bed, back leaning against a bookcase. He startled at Mitsukis voice and lifted his head toward the door.

Leonardo: Cara Mia! What are you doing here?

Mitsuki: We're all having a very late dinner so I came to get you, and also so that you can see I'm fine.

Leonardo just stared at Mitsuki not able to say anything. She could see the emotions warring with each other in his eyes but it looked like grief was winning out. She sat down on the edge of his bed.

Mitsuki: Leonardo, I can't begin to imagine what you feel inside but I just wanted to say thank you.

Leonardo: Why would you thank me after what I did to you Cara Mia, what I took from you.

Mitsuki: You may have taken my human life from me but, because of you I’m still here. I get to see my boys grow up, I get to stay with the man I love and my family. My whole family.

Mitsuki reached down and placed her hand on Leonardo's.

Mitsuki: Comte has been beside himself worrying about you. He doesn't understand what happened, none of them do but I think I know. It's because of that conversation we had in the garden isn't it?

Mitsuki studied Leonardo's face, his eyes darting away from hers then going wide. It had been a day shortly after her and Theo had told everyone she was expecting. Leonardo had found her in the garden and what started out friendly enough turned into a huge fight. The only one they had ever had in fact, with both of them saying things they shouldn't have. Things had been somewhat strange between them since then but she hadn't had any idea how to make it right between them again.

Mitsuki: I don't want for things to get even more awkward or strange between us Leonardo. I'm perfectly happy and I'm still me, though I guess my appetites changed for good now. Please Leonardo.

Leonardo was silent for a long while before he finally spoke.

Leonardo: Those bambinos are loud, guess I should at least meet them since they're gonna be keeping the whole mansion awake.

When Mitsuki entered the parlor with Leonardo they were greeted by several relieved and smiling faces.

Sebastian: Well now that everyone is here I'll serve a light dinner. If you'll excuse me.

Mitsuki: Wait. Before you go Sebastian, Theo and I decided on names for them and I want everyone to find out together.

Mozart: Finally, it was annoying not knowing what to call them.

Theo: Nobody asked you.

Mozart: Remember that you said that when you can't get them to sleep.

Le Comte: Cut it out you two, now.

Le Comtes stern voice sounded out of place with the delighted smile he was giving the baby in his arms.

Mitsuki: Thank you Comte. Theo is holding Vincent Isaac named for his two very best Uncles.

Vincent: Hear that Isaac. We're the very best Uncles!

Isaac: Are you sure, I really didn't do that much to help.

Theo: Nonsense you kept Hondje company and did whatever you could to help out. My first born couldn't have a better name.

Isaac went red at Theo's compliment and Vincent patted him on the shoulder.

Le Comte: A very good name indeed, and what about this little rascal Ma Cherie?

Mitsuki: His name is Arthur Leonardo

Arthur: By jove I knew you loved me Theo but really it's almost too much!

Le Comte: Now that's done I can't wait for dinner. Shall we all head to the dining room? Sebastian if you wouldn't mind please.

Le Comtes commanding voice cut off Theo's retort before he could even finish thinking it. The residents slowly filed out of the room, Theo passed Vincent to his uncle and Le Comte handed Arthur off to his mother as he escorted her to dinner. Soon it was just Theo and Leonardo left alone in the parlor. The two gentlemen stood in silence for a while looking anywhere but at the other. At last Theo cleared his throat.

Theo: Leonardo.

Leonardo: Ya?

Theo: Dank je, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I don't know what I would of done if I had lost Mitsuki. You didn't just save her, you saved my whole family.

Leonardo tried to find the words, any words really, his emotions still so raw.

Leonardo: I'm glad Cara Mia gets to see her bambinos grow up. She's a sweet girl, she deserves nothing but happiness. I'm just sorry it cost her so much.

Theos eyebrows knitted together and the atmosphere between the two began to grow heavy and solemn.

Theo: Hey, I'll forgive it this one time but you ever bite my wife again and you'll be sorry understand me?

Leonardo: Hehe, ya I understand you.

Theo: Good. Now we better get going before Hondje or Comte notices and thinks I did something to you.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikemen vampire theo #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #ikevamp isaac

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ask-hector-and-isaac · 3 months

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Question for old Hector: Have you ever thought that you and Isaac are actually very similar? Because of you, he lost the one he loved, the one he wanted to protect. It was you who was the rabid beast in his eyes. You were both children raised by a monster who forgot how to be human.

... I had a long time to think about what happened with Isaac.

You're right. I was the monster in his eyes, as much as he was to me. I hurt him, I turned my back on him and destroyed his life. By the time I realized that the matter was more complicated than what I thought... it was too late. Isaac deserved better.

But not from me. I was not the right person to make him happy.

Isaac loved with an unmatched passion. And with that passion, he chose to love Dracula more than himself, and he chose to follow him in his insanity. I couldn't follow them, and he wouldn't listen to me.

Was I selfish? Undoubtedly. But I can't blame myself for the human instinct of self-preservation. I wanted to live, and I wanted to live as a human being, free of constraints, not a pawn in a senseless slaughter.

Should have I died too, in the name of a friendship built on shared misery?

Isaac died because, ultimately, he didn't care about living, and he didn't care about freedom. He loved a monster, and he became one, and he died like one.

I could blame Dracula, who was cruel enough to take in two children in need and twist them to suit his purposes. I, myself, am taking care of children who were abandoned by the world, and the mere thought of doing to them what Dracula did to us makes me shudder. But he's dead, too, and I used to respect the man inside him too much to dismiss him as a mere spawn of Hell. I've seen what resentment can do to you, and I reject it.

I choose to remember Isaac as the kind boy who welcomed me in the castle and befriended me without thinking twice. That's all I can say in the matter.

#akumajou dracula #ask hector and isaac #hector castlevania #ah that terrible feeling of grieving for a person who hurt you

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Tagged by @isaac-clarke, thank you! So 3 facts about me...

I once had to get surgery for getting stitches on my jaw when I was young. I don't even recall how old I was, but I was 5~7ish. I was riding a bike in an empty parking lot which was the only place that was big enough. Not so many cars used to come to park there so the chance that anyone could get hit by a car was near zero, but somehow a taxi came in and hit me, I fell down, hit the rough ground hard, my grandma found me bleeding, I went far to go to the hospital because all clinics were closed because it was around 7 pm, and I got anesthesia and got surgery. I remember that my parents had to come a long way to see me because they were living in other cities.

I still can't ride a bike if I can say that experience is the reason. It's not like I was traumatized by riding a bike or a taxi. Actually I tried to learn how to ride a bike again when I grew up a little bit older, but I couldn't stop it without crashing into my dad whenever he tried to teach me. We both stopped doing it regularly for our sake.

So the last one is about why some people call me Dave. One day, I found a group chat where me, my friend, and a complete stranger were there. I wanted to know who they were, I could've just asked it normally but somehow my weird mind decided to ask them after disguising myself as a foreigner. I discussed it with my friend and we both thought it would be a great approach. I did it, and after a few hours, another friend called me while laughing so hard. She told me that one of her friends encountered a weird ass foreigner in an old group chat that hadn't been used for a few months and now they were worried if they got involved in a serious scam or something. I immediately knew that 'weird ass foreigner' was me, and I told her the truth. Later it turned out to be a group chat for playing DST where she invited me, my friend, and her friend. She left the chat first, so that was why there were only three of us in that chat, causing the whole thing. The name I used for it was David, so she used to call me Dave just to make fun of me since there was already David in her contact, I was so embarrassed about it at first, but I just accepted my fate in the end and now I use it as my English name.

Tagging @jokest3r, @lokidaemonium, @mech4n15m, and @duccdoesthedootdoot!

#random stuff

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lorei-writes · 2 years

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HC: Slavic Grandma at the mansion

I need a Slavic grandma to travel through the door and live at the mansion.

General

She treats all the residents like her grandsons, and refers to them in such a manner too. (Say, if she were Polish, it'd be "wnusiu" - little grandchild).

Each day she wakes up first. She cooks. A lot. And bakes. Which is not a problem, because it's good, but she makes sure everybody eats. Seconds are obligatory.

Grandma is old. She doesn't care about the lack of electricity, she's not afraid of hard work and it worries Sebastian A LOT. Her stamina is a thing of another universe - she can only laugh at his horrified face. She raised her children, and children of her children, and outlived her husband.

Attempt to sneak food out while she's cooking and she'll slap your hand with a wooden spoon. Grandma packs a punch... Through a spoon.

Vampires? Pffft, PLEASE. THEY ARE HER GRANDCHILDREN. Stop speaking nonsense right this instant, or grandma will diss you and all your family. She spends plenty time gossiping with other grandmas, she knows all the saucy details.

You coughed once? Prepare for onion syrup. No buts, drink up, buddy.

Grandma & The Residents

She calls Le Comte handsome and asks when he'll bring some girl for dinner. It is uncertain whether she means the girl will be the dinner, or the girl will be a guest, though.

Grandma is the oldest and thus the wisest in the mansion. Purebloods? Oh, her grandsons are being impudent again, she better get them some work to do, so that they forget all about those stupid ideas.

Comte has to refer to her per Grandma. He does it. There's no winning there.

She makes an effort to put a blanket over Leonardo whenever she finds him napping somewhere.

Punishment for coming home late is helping with chores. Lipstick stains on the shirt make for laundry duty - you bet that Arthur is an expert at washing stains out now.

Each day she asks Dazai if he couldn't use door like a normal person. If he carries any dirt inside, she makes him sweep floors. In the entire mansion. On that note: NO SHOES INSIDE.

She absolutely adores Vincent. He painted some flowers for her and she has them displayed in her room. She brags to everybody about how talented he is.

Similarly, she loves Isaac, and makes sure to bake an apple pie for him every now and again.

She drags Jean out of his room and teaches him how to make pierogi. He's clumsy, but it's okay, grandma still loves him.

She loves it when Mozart plays. She doesn't remember the names of his creations, but... She could listen to him for hours. He generally makes it a point to bestow some music upon her as she hangs the laundry.

She picks the prettiest fruit and vegetables, and puts them on the side - specifically so that Sebastian can eat them. Poor boy looks like he could use some good food and rest. She's really worried about him.

Theo carries things for her. She always comments that he won't find a girl if he continues on having such harsh tongue. That being said, he calls her grandma too - the one time he used a nickname for her, she made him help in the kitchen. His arms hurt for the reminder of the day.

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"I wish I was that rose..."

Eyyy 👀 More stories! With Farmer Myra (@seharuuchan) and Hestia (@g0atmama). Isaac here too! This was dedicated to the old Vine. Hehe...

The Stardew Valley Floral exhibitionl was perhaps one of Lewis's best ideas for the new holiday, as not only local farmers, but all Valley residents who know how to care for flowers and plants can show off the fruits of their labors in floristry. Not to mention the large flow of tourists, which will definitely raise the image of Pelican Town and the major itself in the eyes of the whole Republic. So the idea appealed to everyone without exception (even Sam, with his allergy to pollen).

The time for the event was chosen immediately - early autumn days, when the flowers of the cold season were just beginning to bloom, but everything was still decorated with summer colors.

And so - the day came. People from big cities and distant lands hurried to get off the bus to be the first to see the exhibition stands, the sweetest aromas of exotic plants (and delicious food, special thanks to Gus) wafted in the air, and the variety and splendor of flowers in pots and vases amazed even the most experienced florists. The valley was rich in the gifts of nature, and many would not miss the opportunity to see it all.

Even though for Isaac attending the flower festival was something akin to a vacation or a day off, the adventurer still couldn't understand why Camilla had sent him here as support and a gesture of goodwill from the Castle Village. He could understand the meaning of his presence at Spirit's Eve, after all Isaac was one of the main monster catchers for the event, but why flowers?

Alas, the thoughts of one of the most talented witches in the entire republic were unfathomable to anyone, so Isaac had no choice but to accept his fate and think about what he might do at the festival today. Not that he didn't like the flowers, but the crowd, the incessant noise, and the intoxicating scent of pollen were weighing heavily on his mind. So Isaac thought of nothing better than to walk slowly toward the smoke from the grills where Gus was preparing his famous barbecue, eager to savor the local roast meats and ales.

There were a lot of stands with floral displays and other various goods for sale, each of the exhibitors had done their best, but the most beautiful and unusual, in Isaac's opinion, were the three stands lined up in a row, with three of the most famous and chaotic farmers in Stardew Valley behind them. Farmers who were also his colleagues in his work as an adventurer, two of whom he was more or less on friendly terms with, but the third farmer.... It was a little more complicated than that.

Julian, if the scarred adventurer's memory served him correctly, was more interested in mountain flowers, so it was not surprising that his booth was overflowing with various displays of lavender, chamomile, heather, geraniums, and others flowers. There were also many vials of essential oils and handmade soaps, which the young man with heterochromia made himself. Isaac remembered this at least because he had delivered those same oils to their local healer in Castle Village when Julian had generously given oils to them out of the goodness of his heart.

Hestia's exhibition stand was probably the most unusual among the others. Her whole exposition could be described in one word - lilacs. Many, many lilacs. There were branches of this fragrant plant sticking out almost everywhere. But all over the violet-haired girl's table were small crystals of various shapes and cuts, and inside them were elegant little flowers of the same lilacs. There were also crystals with camellia, forget-me-nots, violets and gypsophila. Near the stand - a real full house: children are tugging at the sleeve of their parents, asking to buy them beautiful crystal key chains with flowers, and young couples choose a romantic gift for each other, with a rather tender and a little clichéd phrase: "my love for you will end only when this flower fades". Hestia was just glad that with her crystal magic she was able to make a lot of people happy while earning herself money to buy expensive seeds.

Some might call Myra's stand old-fashioned, but the classic floral displays that the girl had created with love and care would make even the most picky person gasp with delight. After all, it was a flower festival, and she had plenty of flowers. As if taken directly from a Renaissance painting, beautiful bouquets of chrysanthemums and gladiolus adorned glass vases, and potted orchids stood nearby. But Myra's favorite was the rose, the queen of all flowers. The girl herself was almost invisible behind the huge bouquets and pots, which contained many kinds of roses, shades of soft pink, yellow, scarlet to burgundy, purple....

Isaac himself didn't notice as he slowed his step as he passed Myra's booth. The girl had her back turned to the man, completely engrossed in picking another bouquet of ruby-red roses. A second - and the adventurer's footsteps stopped altogether...

"Didn't think I'd see you here," Julian's welcoming voice brought Isaac back from his reverie to reality, and made Myra and Hestia turn their attention away from their business and toward their guest. "How are you?"

In his usual fashion, Isaac only snorted quietly and bowed his head slightly in greeting. Julian nodded to the taciturn adventurer in return.

"Hey, Isaac," Hestia finally finished with the last buyer of her crystals and waved a hand to Isaac.

Myra, noticing the familiar adventurer, smiled widely, causing the cloaked man to look away slightly. The long-haired girl stepped out of her booth as lush bouquets of roses blocked her view.

"We're glad you were able to come to our festival. Everyone did such a great job with the floral arrangements," still holding the bouquet of red roses, Myra couldn't help but inhale the fragrant scent of the flowerbud.

"I wish I was that rose..." The realization that Isaac had said those words out loud made him abruptly sober up from all those spicy floral scents and panic beyond belief.

"What?..." Myra asked.

"I said you're all gross!" If there's an 'idiot of the year' nomination in the world, Isaac would definitely be the winner. The astonished looks of three farmers were fixed on Isaac, which made the man blush even more furiously. With a flick of his hand, he pulled the hood of his brown cloak over his head and quickly walked away toward the grill. He didn't care about the meat anymore, Isaac was going to drink ale first, and the stronger the better.

#I was actually inspired by three things #Firstly the situation where Isaac and Myra found themselves in a situation from the same vine. It was funny to me.#Secondly I re-read the lore with Hestia and thought: damn. It would be cool to make flowers in crystals using the magic of crystals. Yeah #And the third... Idk. I just wanted to show that Julian knows how to make essential oils from flowers.#anyway #farmer myra #farmer hestia #farmer julian #sdv farmer #sve isaac #sorry for grammar mistake if you find any #im too eepy to check again #hehehehe

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buckleyx · 2 years

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MOMENTS BEFORE DISASTER

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: There aren't enough words to describe how in love I am with Oscar Isaac.

Warnings: ANGSTTT,, mentions of character death and traumatised Steven

Summary: After Marc came clean about his heartbreaking hidden trauma, it was time for Steven to do the same.

STEVEN GRANT X GENDER!NEUTRAL READER

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"Why isn't it balanced yet?" Marc panicked. "I told you everything. Why isn't it balancing?" His eyes grew wide as panic clouded his features. Marc looked at the scale before turning back to Steven, who just stood quietly, observing what was happening.

"I haven't told you something." Steven admitted. His chest fell heavy at the thought of you, clenching his jaw to stop the tears from falling down his face.

This day has been too much. Way too much for both Marc and Steven to handle. And after all the heartbreaking memory's Marc shared it was time for Steven to also come clean. Only for today. To finally tell Marc his deepest and most painful memory.

You.

Steven took a deep breath, shaking his head as tears uncontrollably escaped from his eyes. Marc stood silently next to him, not fully understanding what was happening. He gave Steven a reassuring nod, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Take your time, Steven. I'm here for you."

Steven's head hung low in defeat as he stood before the white metal door. Too scared to go in and relive this memory he swore to forget.

He knew time was running out and he knew everything depended on him. He thought of Marc's courage, of him opening up to him. So with a deep breath he pushed open the door and stepped into the memory.

The room they entered was a small cozy coffee shop. Marc was confused by the happy scenery they just entered. It was nice, almost peaceful. The smell of the fresh coffee and the muffled conversation made by customers in the shop almost made him feel normal for a second. Just a split second. He never thought he would be so happy to see a coffee shop. It was like he almost forgot about the underworld and everything that was going down. Almost like a curse that had been lifted and he was placed in normal life again.

The tears on Steven's face were falling on his cheeks like gentle little raindrops. He pushed passed Marc and stopped a few metres before the counter. It was filled with cakes and emty coffee cups, a few drops of spilled milk and a black marker with the printed logo of the museum he used to work at. He thought back at the memory of you finding all sorts of excuses to pass the gift shop and to see him. Just like he founded all sorts of excuses to see you.

It was all just like he remembered that day. The chairs that were placed neatly under tables except for that one that sticked out a bit to the left, the students who were studying with coffee next to their books and the old man chatting with his husband while carefully slurping his hot tea.

"One coffee, please." A happy Steven walked in and ordered. You appeared from behind the counter with a towel and a mug in your hand, smiling brightly at your favourite customer. "You're late, I almost thought you forgot about me."

Steven chuckled, playing with his hands as a loving grin played on his face. "I overslept." He admitted sheepishly.

"You're forgiving." You teased before grabbing a cup and writing his name on it with a little heart. You turned on the coffee maching and started to prepare his order while talking to him about your morning. His cheeks turned pink and even you couldn't stop the shit loving smile from forming on your face.

"Who is this?" Marc asked confused after a moment of taking in the scene. To him you were a complete stranger but to Steven you were clearly more then just a friend.

Steven studied your face. He never thought he would see you again. Your eyes, your lips, your laugh. It all felt so comforting. He wished he could pause this moment and stay in it forever.

This was the way he wanted to remember you. The way he swore to remember you.

This was moments before disaster.

Minutes before his life fell apart.

He knew what was coming but it was physically impossible to peel his gaze away from your face. He hadn't seen you in so long and seeing you again, alive, made him feel a type of way that he couldn't even begin to describe.

Was it relief or grief that he felt? He didn't know. Seeing you was so painfull but so comforting at the same time that it was impossible to place this feeling.

And then it happened. He knew this was it because this was the moment he kept seeing in his nightmares. The moment that was stuck in his head like an unstoppable loop.

The moment that he lost you.

The moment a drunk car driver chrashed in the window of the shop. Taking the lives of everyone in it except for Steven's. Some sort of miracle must guarded over him that day because he almost came out physically unscratched.

He never forgave himself for surviving.

He lost you forever that day.

Your lifeless body layed next to him. One hand on his torso and the other one holding the cup with his name on. The first responders told him you probably jumped in front of him to save his life. But he couldn't remember. The trauma was too much that his mind blocked the accident out. He still has the cup and the black marker. It's placed next to a loving selfie of the both of you on his bedside table.

Marc stood silent, watching past Steven yell out your name and holding onto your body for dear life. Trying everything in his power to save you.

"I didn't know." Marc whispered. "I'm so sorry, Steven. I didn't know."

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Thomas O'Malley is based on O'Malley from The Aristocats. He is a 43 year old human, owner of The Jukebox, and uses he/him pronouns. He has no powers. Thomas is portrayed by Oscar Isaac and he is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Thomas O'Malley was a loner, but it wasn't entirely by choice. He was an orphan for as long as he could remember, and at a certain point he sort of stopped wishing for a family, figuring he would be happier learning to be content by himself. People weren't all that, anyway, he'd been given plenty of reasons not to trust them over the years, and he could do just fine on his own. It wasn't until he met Duchess in his twenties that he began to change his mind, finding some hope that things didn't have to be that way. He was seen as nothing more than as a stray cat to most, but she didn't treat him any differently despite her higher status. Before he knew it, he'd gotten dangerously close to not only her, but her three children as well. They weren't anything, not yet, but they weren't nothing — until all at once, they were. He hadn't walked away, he would never after the years of loving them, but he couldn't tell any of them that. One day, he was just here, with no memory of arriving, and no way out. He tried for awhile, but Thomas knew it was pointless; if all of the smart people in town couldn't find an answer, he wasn't going to magically stumble upon one himself. Once again, he'd be better off just accepting things as they were. So he worked his way up, bought a rundown building in town, turned it into The Jukebox, an eating establishment based around music since it was the only thing that hadn't let him down. He didn't hate Evermore, his life was pretty easy all around, but it was lonely, and no matter how much time passed — over a decade now — he found that nothing could fill the hole of the family he'd almost had.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Hector Rivera: He's seen the man at The Jukebox a few times, never eating, seemingly just there to listen to the music and honestly? Thomas respects it. ❀ Pacifica Northwest: More fatherly than he seems, he cares a lot about his employees, all of them; but something about Pacifica just reminds him of Marie, and he can't help but have a soft spot for the blonde. ❀ Simon Petraglia: O'Malley is a friendly guy of few friends, but he would consider Simon one of them... even if he doesn't quite get the archelogy obsession.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

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[JP] Galileo Galilei: Destiny in Motion

This post contains a detailed spoiler.

Not 100% accurate. I didn't proofread this one, so there may be grammatical errors.

Translation under the cut.

(Mitsuki's POV)

Fate moves just as time follows the present.

Like me and someone else I have yet to see.

My blurred vision gradually became clear.

(Huh? Where am I?)

I suddenly found myself standing in a dark hallway.

(This is the hallway I passed through when I time slipped from Louvre. How did I end up in this place?)

I probably fell asleep.

I was looking around, thinking that I might be dreaming when一

???: "Come. Come here. Take my hand."

(Who is it?)

A husky voice I'd never heard before reached my ears.

Strangely lured by it, I walked forward and saw a bleak-looking prison cell.

???: "Why did this happen?"

(There's someone inside the prison cell.)

???: "Why do you only believe what others tell you and not check it out yourself? Why don't you try to see it with your own eyes?"

???: "Why do people refuse to face the truth?"

He said it in a quiet voice, but it sounded as if he was trying to squeeze out some unwanted emotion.

Then the sound of footsteps approached, and a dignified old priest-like man arrived.

Priest: "A heretical scholar who denies God's teachings一wait, no, a filthy heretical monster."

???: "Don't tell me that's why I'm一"

Priest: "There should be no such thing as a sinful monster. May you burn in the fires of God."

The old man glanced one last time at the speechless man and left.

???: "I hate them. I hate all of them."

???: "It's all because of this blood."

???: "Ah, but this is how hatred is created and how this world gets distorted."

(What am I seeing?)

I don't know if it's just a dream or if it really happened, but一

(I can feel this person's emotions so painfully.)

A heart-wrenching lamentation, and yet his wistful eyes were as beautiful as purple crystals.

Mitsuki: "-----!"

I opened my eyes and saw the familiar canopy of my bed.

I looked outside the window to see that it was morning and knew I was just dreaming.

(That was a weird dream. I followed the voice and ended up in a place I didn't know.)

(Someone was angry一no, someone was sad.)

I tried to remember, but the memory of the dream faded away.

That evening一

I came to the city's university to deliver a Blanc to Isaac, who has recently been working late.

(I don't come here often, so it's refreshing. It reminds me of my school days.)

I felt nostalgic despite being in a different country and time.

I decided to walk around the school building, when suddenly...

(Hm? What's that?)

Something caught my eye, so I entered the classroom.

On a table positioned near an open window, an old-fashioned telescope stood on a pedestal, pointing up at the sky.

(Did someone use it in a lecture? Maybe I should tell Isaac if they forgot to put it away.)

Even as I thought about this, I couldn't help but become curious.

(Sorry, but only for just a little bit.)

As I looked into the lens, the moon appeared in front of me, floating faintly in the evening sky.

Mitsuki: "Wow, cool."

???: "What are you doing here?"

Mitsuki: "I-I'm sorry!"

I looked up in a panic, hearing a sharp voice.

(Eyes like purple crystals...)

I was drawn into his beautiful eyes as our gazes met, and at the same time, I felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

(I think I've seen his eyes somewhere.)

Man with purple eyes: "You don't look like a student."

Mitsuki: "Oh, I'm sorry! I was visiting the university on an errand, but I saw this and got curio一"

Man with purple eyes: "You're in the way. If you’re an outsider, leave."

He cut off my words sharply.

(Right, I shouldn't have entered the classroom without permission.)

Feeling sorry, I bowed my head and stepped toward the classroom door, but the sensation I had felt earlier bothered me, so I looked back at the man.

(Why do his eyes look so familiar?)

At that moment, a shooting star appeared in the sky.

Mitsuki: "A shooting star!"

Man with purple eyes: "-----!"

The man's eyes widened slightly, hearing my sudden outburst, and he looked up at the sky through the window.

Mitsuki: "Oh, there's that cloud over there again."

As I approached the window, the man also turned his gaze in the direction I pointed.

We both looked up and watched the sky. Then, I heard mumbling from next to me.

Man with purple eyes: "Beautiful. Even in this day and age, I still find myself looking up at the stars."

("This day and age?")

I looked at him, suddenly curious about his words.

(Huh?)

His mood and facial expression softened slightly as his eyes, searching for stars, gazed intently at the sky.

(I wonder if he likes the stars.)

But when he noticed my gaze, he became cold again.

Man with purple eyes: "You still need something?"

Mitsuki: "N-No."

(I know, I was being rude by staring at his face.)

Even as I thought this, my chest thumped, and my cheeks grew hot.

Mitsuki: "Um, were you waiting for the shooting star?"

Man with purple eyes: "Yeah."

Man with purple eyes: "If my observations are correct, I can see a meteor shower this time of the year."

Man with purple eyes: "I was going to wait and watch the moon, but I'm lucky to see it at dusk."

The man answered my question as he gazed toward the sky again.

Though, it was more like a monologue than a conversation.

Mitsuki: "I haven't seen a shooting star in a long time, not since the meteor shower in 20XX."

Man with purple eyes: "20XX?"

Mitsuki: "Oops, I misspoke."

Man with purple eyes: ".............."

When our eyes met, that strange feeling came back again.

(I think I know this person after all. His voice also sounds familiar.)

Mitsuki: "Um, have we met somewhere before?"

I asked boldly, and the man raised his eyebrow.

Man with purple eyes: "No. If you want someone to talk to, find someone else."

Mitsuki: "That's not what I meant. I just had a feeling."

(Good job on saying such stupid things, Mitsuki.)

I looked down, feeling embarrassed, as the man let out a sigh.

Man with purple eyes: "I'm not denying your statement without any basis."

Man with purple eyes: "I'm an astronomer. I'm temporarily working at this university while I'm traveling."

Man with purple eyes: "I've only arrived recently in this city, so I’ve never met you before."

He explained his story like he was proving a theory.

(Then I guess we can't have met.)

Mitsuki: "Have you traveled that long already?"

Man with purple eyes: "Yeah."

Man with purple eyes: "It's a long journey, like the stars in the sky."

Despite his words, the man lowered his gaze slightly, and his eyes, which previously reflected the sky, faded behind his delicate eyelashes.

(His eyes have a faraway look in them.)

His wistful eyes were as if they were on a never-ending journey.

(Huh?)

The image of the distressed man in the dark prison cell passed through my mind for a moment.

(Was that the dream I had last night?)

(But why did I suddenly remember it?)

I felt confused by the scene that suddenly came back to me.

I was speechless, and before I knew it, the man was staring at me.

Man with purple eyes: "............"

Mitsuki: "U-Um..."

Man with purple eyes: "What's that sweet smell you have?"

He took a step closer to me, his purple eyes captivating me so much that I almost forgot how to breathe.

*Bell chimes*

Man with purple eyes: "-----!"

The sound of the college bell rang out, and we took a small gasp.

Man with purple eyes: "It's late. You should go home."

Mitsuki: "Okay. I'm sorry for bothering you. Excuse me."

I hurriedly back away from him and turn on my heel.

(For a moment, I thought he was going to bite me.)

I have no idea why I felt that way.

I don't understand the strange déjà vu, the dream, or this pounding in my chest.

(But一)

Before leaving the classroom, I turned around one last time.

Mitsuki: "Um, my name is Mitsuki. What's yours?"

Man with purple eyes: "............"

(I don't really know why, but I want to know about this person.)

Holding only this thought, I stared straight into his clear purple eyes.

For the first time, he showed me a look of hesitation.

Man with purple eyes: "Galileo."

Mitsuki: "Eh?"

Galileo: "The same name as the astronomer condemned for seeking the truth."

His wistful eyes looked like the eyes I had seen in my dream, or so I thought.

After Mitsuki left the classroom, Galileo muttered to himself.

Galileo: "Why did I foolishly and honestly give my name when I could've used a false name?"

However, there could be no "Galileo Galilei" here in 19th-century Paris.

He reconsidered the fact that he just happened to have the same name as Galileo Galilei and thought that the girl would think so, too.

Then he remembered Mitsuki's eyes on him.

Galileo: "Those eyes look like they are earnestly seeking the truth."

Unable to resist her unexpected sincerity, he uttered his true name.

At the same time, it was also true that he felt an inexpressible urge to smell Mitsuki's scent, even if it was only a little.

Galileo: "She was a strange girl, the things she said and did, and that scent. If we ever meet again一No, let's not. As long as I continue this journey, I will never see her again."

That's right, as long as the divided destinies do not intersect again.

Muttering this to himself, Galileo put the lid on the telescope lens.

(Mitsuki's POV)

I was lost in a dream again tonight.

------------Flashback------------

???: "Come. Come and take my hand."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Is that voice really Galileo?)

The sad man I saw in my dream, the cold man I met in reality, and now the voice inviting me一

(What kind of person are you really?)

As time chases the present like the stars in the sky, my destiny and his begin to intertwine.

-> Francis Drake's Story

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•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Mentions of a baby who died in his mother's womb at full term, his mom having gone on to have a healthy baby after losing him, but never forgetting her first kid, her having had to give birth to her first son after she had found out he had passed away, her having to leave him at the hospital/give him to the nurses for them to prepare him to be buried and go back home, her feelings after the loss of her baby, mentions of the anniversary of the day she found her child had passed, the memories of that day and the boy sending his mom a sign from where he is to show he is okay where he is and wants her and his brother to be happy and live good lives.

•This is basically a sequel to my "Until they'd meet again" One Shot, and it is an AU taking place in 2013, with Emily having chosen to try for another baby after losing Isaac and now having another son.

•Just like his brother Isaac, Emily's son Jacob is an OC. I made him up.

•Once again, I don't know if Emily is religious in "Criminal minds", but this time, I kept where Isaac is generic. I basically just said that he is somewhere where he is safe and happy, not in Heaven or anything like that.

•This is kind of needless to say, but Isaac calls Emily "Mommy". He is a small child, so please, don't make "sex-themed" jokes about it. If you do, your comment will immediately be cancelled and maybe even reported.

•And also, he talks like that (not that well) because he is a toddler and that's how 2-year-olds speak.

•Just like for many of my other stories, this One Shot's title was found thanks to a titles-themed Wattpad story, so the credits go to its author.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @oneshotnewbie, @marril96, @babiebom.

A single ray

"It still feels so strange to be standing in front of my baby's headstone. He has been gone for two years now and sometimes I still can't believe it" 43-year-old Emily Prentiss couldn't help but think as, with her 6-month-old son Jacob in her arms, she stood in front of her firstborn Isaac's headstone.

For Emily, it was still so hard to believe that that day, May 28, was the second anniversary of the day she had found her baby boy had died in her womb.

It really felt like that time had passed extremely fast and very slowly at the same time, but most importantly, it broke her heart to think that that was already her forty-eighth time having to go to a graveyard to see her little one, and there would have been countless more days like that throughout her life.

Emily still remembered every little detail of May 28, 2011, from the way the air smelled when she had woken up, to the faces of the doctors and nurses she had seen at the hospital, to the clothes she had worn that day and never put on again.

But most of all, her sobs when she had been told Isaac had passed and she had to deliver him were etched in her memory and came back up pretty often, making it very difficult for her to bounce back from the grief wave that inevitably followed.

And the same thing happened when, at least once every two weeks, the memory of the moment she had had to let go of her baby boy for the last time in order for him to be buried came back to her mind.

The feeling of her first son's stiff body in her arms as she said her final goodbye to him and handed him to the nurses still haunted her, and even that day at the graveyard, at that memory she couldn't stop herself from bursting into tears.

"I miss you so much, Isaac" she managed to say out loud a couple of minutes later, holding Jacob tighter in her arms "I still think of you every day and talk about you whenever I can. I think you already know it, but you have a little brother now. I wish you could be here with him to do all the things brothers usually do together, but since that's not possible, I will tell Jacob about you as often as possible as he grows up. I don't know why you had to leave me, and living without you is still so hard, but that's what you would want me to do. I know that wherever you are now, you are safe and happy, and I can't wait to join you there. I love you with all my heart".

At the end of Emily's speech, she was sobbing, and seeing his mommy cry, Jacob raised one of his little hands and lightly touched her face.

That, however, only made her cry harder as she took his hand and kissed it.

Her little one was so sweet, but he was just a baby.

He shouldn't have had to comfort her.

And that wasn't even the only consolation Emily received from her children that day, because a few seconds later, wind blew over the part of the graveyard she was standing in, and when it was over, a single ray of sunshine came down and landed right on her and Jacob.

And when it touched her, she was sure she also heard a small child's voice whisper "Mommy, no be sad".

While she had never heard her oldest son's voice or been one to believe in signs from deceased loved ones, that was Isaac, she just knew it.

Through that ray, he had come to bring her comfort on that hard day and to show her that he was okay and although not physically, he was still there, watching over his mom and baby brother.

He would have been waiting for them until their time would have come to join him where he was, but until then, all he wanted for them was to live happy lives, and that's what Emily vowed to at least try to do from that day on.

It wasn't going to be easy, but she was going to do her best to achieve that for herself, but mostly for her little boys.

They wanted and deserved a happy mom, and she loved them more than enough to be that for them.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 11 months

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I am sobbing them having a family and finally enjoy the peace they always dreamed of... I’m insane for this -Danny

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September—December 2004

Having twins wasn't as hard as they thought it'd be. They've had enough practice thanks to the time spent babysitting all the children. The real problem came when they realized they couldn't hand back the twins to their parents when things got complicated— because they were the parents.

Their sleeping schedules were a mess, whenever the twins were asleep was a good time for them too. Harry left Ron in charge and he was now taking a break so he could help Mel at home. Erick and Anne weren't able to, little Eliot Flint was close to arriving and Josie was taking most of their time, without mentioning they also had a six-year-old and a four-year-old to look after.

"I don't know how they do it," Mel whispered to Harry once she'd managed to put her twins to bed. "They look so well-rested all the time!"

"Anne's used to a busy life, helping her parents at the farm and all," Harry yawned, falling back on the bed with only his trousers on. "And Erick... well, he's Erick. That git always looks good."

"One day he'll get older— grey hairs and wrinkles," Mel crawled onto the mattress and fell next to him with a quiet groan. "Maybe he won't be good-looking then."

"I'll look like the sorting hat," Harry complained half-asleep.

"Fiddlesticks," she tilted her head to the side and kissed his cheek. "You'll be annoyingly pretty, like always."

Harry chuckled, eyes closed. "You're my wife, you have to say that."

"Well, I'm your wife so my opinion should be the only one that matters," she raised a brow. "Would you like it if I spent my days sulking because Isaac Movak has moved on to a prettier, younger girl?"

He seemed to wake up with that, and he frowned. "He did what?"

"Oh, he hasn't, but some men think women are less attractive once they're mothers..." Mel shrugged, sitting up to take off her shoes and socks.

"Well, I think you're breathtaking."

"You say that because you're my husband," she teased him.

Harry grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back, towering over her. Mel let out a short yelp that she had to cover with her hand.

"Don't wake them!" Harry looked over his shoulder at the babies. His eyes focused on them frantically.

"Don't do that, then!" She scolded him in a whisper, slapping his chest. "You caught me by surprise!"

"Sorry." Harry kissed her, but when things were starting to get interesting, Emmeline began to cry. Mel pushed the young man away and went to pick up her baby so she wouldn't wake her brother. "Sometimes it feels like they do it on purpose..." Harry muttered in a bad mood.

"They probably do," she grinned. "They want me for themselves a little longer..."

"I had you first," he replied childishly. "Can't I have five minutes in private with my wife..."

"Just five minutes?" Mel tried not to laugh. "Then I'm glad she woke up! Nothing worth doing takes five minutes."

He snorted. "Give her here..." he took Emmeline from her, Harry's gaze shifted, and he spoke in a quiet, gentle voice. "What if I'm a terrible father?"

"Harry..." Mel said in a tone of warning.

He shook his head. "I don't remember how my dad was... I grew up with Uncle Vernon as my only example..."

"Just be you."

"I've never been a dad," he gave her an annoyed look. "I've been a leader, a friend, but this... How am I supposed to know?"

She put a hand on his shoulder. "Your father loved you with all his heart, Harry. That's all it takes. You love and care. We won't be able to help them all the time, but we don't have to. Just hold their hand the same way you do with mine. That's enough."

Harry's frown deepened. "What if they don't like me?"

"What if they hate me?" Mel offered casually. "Being a Dumbledore puts too much weight on a kid's shoulders. There'll be a moment when they find out who we were, and who we are outside this house. What if they resent us because of it?"

Harry took the questions like they were absurd. "All I did, I did it thinking of you, and what we could have together once the war ended. I never cared for the rest."

"That's your answer, then," she kissed his cheek. "They'll love you because you loved them even before they even existed. Trust me, Harry. They are my children too, and if they're anything like me, nothing in this world can make them hate you."

"But you did hate me at some point," he said heavily.

To his surprise, Mel laughed. "Oh, Harry, it wasn't hatred," she told him. "I hated that I couldn't have you. I loved you so much I was angry about the distance, that was all."

Harry nodded a bit, then he made his way to the crib and laid their girl on it once she was calm, he stared at Emmeline and James for a moment, a strange look in his eyes. "Let's go to bed."

The routine had finally gone back to normal for a bit... then Hermione got pregnant.

"Babies! Everywhere I look!" Fred cried dramatically. "Can you people stop for just a second? Give me a break!"

"Why don't you travel with Jo for a while, Fred, it sounds like you need it," Erick smirked.

"I don't mind the babies," Regulus spoke up. He was getting taller slowly but surely, and this was giving him more confidence in himself. "More kids means more birthdays, which means cake."

"And more kids to boss around, right?" Mel asked knowingly.

"I don't boss them around," the boy turned up his nose. "They like to listen to me."

"Don't fight with your brother," Emily warned her.

"I'm not fighting, if that were the case he would lose, 'cause I'm older than him. Anyway," Mel turned to Hermione. "Those are wonderful news, 'Mione!"

"You better pray you don't get twins, Ronnie," Fred teased him. "Runs in the family, after all."

"Mine were Harry's fault," Mel stated.

"We don't know that," Harry scowled.

"A Dumbledore's never wrong, Glasses."

"Anne and I decided we'll only have one more kid and then—"

"I thought you would stop after Elliot?" Mel laughed. They were on their way back home, and Erick had decided to bring up the subject after Hermione's news.

"Anne thinks five's better."

"Oh, so it's all Anne's doing, then? You have nothing to do with it?" Harry grinned.

"I like big families," he admitted. "The Weasleys are a cheerful lot, aren't they? I couldn't help myself, I always dreamed of having what they have..."

"You have it," Mel patted his shoulder. "But I warn you, it might not be as fun once they hit puberty."

"Guess where the World Cup will take place this year!" Ginny went up to them happily.

"Where?"

"France!" She exclaimed. "You guys have to go!"

Mel and Harry shared a look. "Dunno, Ginny, the twins are so small..."

"By then they'll be a year old! C'mon, Ron and Hermione said they'd go!"

"But 'Mione's pregnant," Mel insisted. "Not the same as having to look after two babies..."

"Your mother said she'd come! She's taking Reggie! Remus and Tonks are taking the boys too!"

"What about Erick?"

"Oh, you know he's not a fan, but I think Anne will go and she'll bring Emily."

Harry sighed. "We'll think about it."

Ginny seemed to understand as she spoke, although she did look a little disappointed. "Don't feel pressured to, but I'd like it if you were there. It's my first World Cup, after all..."

Once she left, Mel turned to her husband.

"I know that look," Harry shook his head with a bit of amusement. "You're already thinking about it, aren't you?"

"Well, the twins like Quidditch," she offered with a tiny guilty smile.

"They enjoy watching things flying around, not the same as liking Quidditch," he raised a brow and crossed his arms. "Dunno, Mel, aren't they too young?"

"They'll be a year old by that time," she replied eagerly. Truth was she was just as excited about it as anyone else, the last time she'd gone... well, it hadn't been exactly perfect. "Perhaps we can make it work?"

"Jamie, please just finish your bottle," Mel begged him on the verge of tears. "Leen had no problem with hers, why are you not eating?"

"Give that here for a moment..." Harry asked gently, Mel could be very irritable when she was this tired. He tried to reach for the bottle. "Please..."

Mel handed him the item, and Harry examined it. He turned it upside down and pressed, but nothing came out of it. "Huh, did we just buy this one?" He frowned. "I think the hole is sealed up. It's defective."

Mel started crying for real. "I'm a terrible mother!" She blurted out. "The whole hour I was scolding James for not eating and he couldn't even— nothing was coming out! He's probably so hungry..." The young woman held her baby tighter against her, which didn't help James to feel more comfortable and made him squirm even more.

"He's alright," Harry tried to ease her. "I'll fix it, it's really simple... I'll change the tip and it'll be ready to go..."

"What am I going to do once you go back to the Ministry?" she sobbed, nuzzling James's little head miserably. "I'm a lousy mum!"

"Stop that," he said, speaking in a slightly firm voice. "You're weary, it's easy to make mistakes when we can't think properly." Harry took James from her arms. "Go to sleep. I feel alright, I can watch the twins for a bit on my own."

"But—"

"Mel... shut up," he frowned. "We're not discussing it. You need sleep." She cleaned her face like a little kid. For a second Harry saw that little girl he'd helped many times to recover from her panic attacks. His heart softened. "You're tired," he insisted in a gentler voice. "But you've been brilliant so far, everyone says so."

"You think so?" She sniffed.

"I do. I'm very proud of you, and I would like you to go and rest, I need you to be okay too. So do the twins."

"Okay," she nodded, already feeling her eyes closing.

"Thank you," he leaned to kiss her forehead. "Now go, I have a baby to feed."

"This girl is squirmish!" Ron complained.

Mel laughed. "You asked me to let you change her, don't whine."

Harry was working again, and the twins were well aware of his absence, cause they were crying a lot more than before. Ron offered to help her, his boss was especially willing to let him go, anyway.

"Jamesie's next, so you better get to work," she said.

"Smile!" Hermione exclaimed.

Ron and Mel looked toward the doorstep, Hermione had found Mel's old camera. "Wait!" Ron exclaimed, he finished his work on Emmeline, it was messy and bulky, but done at last. "The babies aren't ready!"

"Well, do it quickly!" Hermione laughed.

Mel lifted her son and sat him next to his twin sister, Ron was holding Emmeline straight. Both babies were looking at Hermione with the same Dumbledorish light-blue eyes.

Once Elliot Flint was born, it was hard to keep up with all the toys, baby clothes, and children that were around their home. Weekly, Mel and Harry would have small visitors on their property, more so now that Bill and Fleur were taking their girls to visit so they could spend time with the rest of the children.

George and Angelina were taking his son and daughter as well, they were closer to Elizabeth and Josephine in age, so they were always together. For some reason, Erick's home was as popular with the children as it was Mel's, maybe because even if he was a wonderful parent to the girls, he was still Erick.

He liked the loud scandal his daughters made, but the rest of the children seemed to be a little afraid of him, even if he was always good to them, he'd never outgrown that aura of haughtiness. The only boy who seemed not to fear him was Regulus, and that was because he'd grown up with him.

Little Regulus, who was no longer little, but an eight-year-old with strikingly smart grey eyes and a smile that reminded you who was his father. As the eldest boy in the lot, he was pretty much worshipped by the others, he was their leader and protector from the scary things lurking out in the forest and under beds, and there was a certain little girl who seemed to blush a lot because of it.

"Mel, is your brother coming this weekend?" Em knelt next to her and handed her the watering can.

"I think so," the young woman replied, thanking her briefly. "Why?"

Emily blushed and smiled bashfully, but she didn't reply. Mel shifted her position so she was crouching face to face, and smiled at the little girl with amusement. "Emi?"

The girl giggled and scurried away, Anne walked up to Mel carrying a sleeping James in her arms, his unruly light-brown hair was already growing at a surprising speed. Mel looked up at her and beamed.

"Is Emmeline asleep already?" Her friend nodded and winked at her, Mel sighed in relief. "Your hands are magical, really."

"You'll learn as well, you just need a bit of practice," Anne grinned. "Was Emily rambling about your brother again?"

Mel got up and brushed the dirt off her knees. "Oh, so that's what's happening?"

Anne nodded again, laughing a little. "You know Erick likes to read her and the other girls before bed, but I think she's decided little Leon as her brave knight."

Mel chortled, she could imagine how Regulus would take the news. "Really? Well, I guess it makes sense, he's quite protective of her and her sisters."

"Oh, he's good to all the kids, but she's completely convinced she'll get him to promise to marry her."

"Marry her?" Mel's brows rose in surprise. "Aren't they too young for that?"

"She is very much like her father in every way, it seems," Anne walked with Mel back to the backdoor of the house and into the kitchen. "Hopeless romantic, determined, and a little obsessive about the things she wants."

"Well, she's also kind, polite and charming, so who knows?" Mel replied humorously. "I'm not sure Reggie will like it altogether, though. He has no problem being a knight, but a husband? He's not very fond of marriage," she joked.

"I'm home!" Harry called, brushing off the snow from his shoulders.

The twins immediately stopped and looked up, squirming on the rug at the sound of their father's voice. Mel chuckled at the cute scene. "We're in the nursery!"

Harry climbed the steps two by two, and he found Mel seated on the floor making sure the babies played safely, they were barely four months old, but they were rather active and attentive, probably every parent thought that of their children, but Mel and Harry truly believed their babies were bound to be really bright.

Emmeline and James squealed happily when Harry came into view, the grin on the young man's face widened as he stepped forward, a light beard was once again covering his face, and Mel was definitely not complaining about it.

She made room for him and Harry sat, kissing her cheek affectionately. "Skeeter keeps trying to corner me around the Ministry to ask me about the twins. They're desperate to know their names and what they are."

"They're babies, what else do they need to know?" Mel asked with an absent smile, watching as James tried to crawl toward his dad.

"Apparently their names, their looks and sizes, and whether or not have they shown any signs of remarkable magic," Harry replied in the same tone, waiting patiently for his son to reach him.

Emmeline rolled over and squealed, her chubby little hands tried to push her back on her belly but she wasn't succeeding.

"Well it's obvious that they're the next Merlin," Mel joked.

Harry chortled, he finally picked up James and the little boy giggled, holding onto his dad's robes. The young man planted a tender kiss on his forehead. "They're perfect," he said lovingly, looking up at her with his lovely green eyes. "Everything is."

Mel leaned in and kissed him, James squealed once more at the proximity of his mother and Emmeline cried a bit with frustration, she was stuck. Mel picked her up and then she got to her feet, walking past Harry she ran a hand through his hair. "Are you hungry?"

"Very," he replied, getting up with James firmly tucked in his arms and following her out of the room.

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