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lundenloves · 8 months

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THE CARD

〔 this is dedicated to all the girlies who never stopped trying. because sometimes, putting up boundaries isn’t as easy as it seems and that’s okay. if you think i’m talking to you, i am. 〕

˗ˏˋ to be flat about it, simon’s daughter stopped making him birthday cards. this one unintentionally got a bit deep but i do that with everything so don’t act surprised.

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Your husband often forgot about his birthday. Lost to bad memories, and lack of care but primarily his job. Even still, it wasn’t something he particularly wanted to remember — feeling comfort in letting it slip under the rug, rubbing the back of his neck in absence when you had asked him the date. He insisted it was something to be ignored, and for your three years without kids it was, aside from the one present he reluctantly let you buy.

Of course, that was until your first born came along.

And there were a lot of things Simon didn’t know about having children. The obvious ones like the guilty regret late at night, being out of his depth and even how to deal with them. But, also their childlike wonder and passion for random things that seemed so foreign to him. Afterall, a birthday is a birthday, it never seemed to matter whose it was — your kid would turn to incredulous sobs if it wasn’t celebrated. Especially when she had found out about her fathers, bottom lip quivering when he had gently told her how he prefers to not do anything.

It started when she was a toddler, forgetting about his birthday until she had heard you talking about it. Small ears perked up at the mention of the word, hanging by the door to watch as you traced Simon’s arm and the tattoos, his head shaking and a few words mumbled between you. Every year you asked if he wanted to do anything, knowing his answer but hoping for another.

So, naturally, she took to her bedroom. Trashing her small desk with dozens of crayons to create a card for Simon, one that was unevenly folded yet made with her whole heart.

She did that every following year without fail. Except, her cards folded more evenly as time passed and the crayons were exchanged for pens, then pencils. The drawings got better and better, words spelt right and the inner messages were longer all before they had stopped entirely.

In seemingly simple change for a shop bought card. See, the words were joined together nicely though the message was shorter and the lack of ten kisses in exchange for one suddenly made the card seem empty. “Why’d you stop?” You would ask one night as the pair of you lay together in the dark, your husband's place taken by your daughter near every night when he was away. “Making the cards.”

She shrugged. “Didn’t think he cared.”

When in reality, those cards were the only thing Simon looked forward to year round. And it wasn’t like he had outwardly expressed how much they meant to him, rather giving a weak smile and a soft kiss to her temple each time. But he kept them, every single one, every drawing was stored for safekeeping in a small box filled to the brim. Sketches that ranged from family drawings, to landscapes, animals and solo drawings of him if not herself.

Time ran from small limbs clambering over your own, six in the morning to reach Simon who had stirred when she fell onto his chest, a hand instinctively placed on the back of her head in his half-conscious state. “It’s your birthday!” She used to drag out with a laugh, sitting up on his stomach and holding the card mere centimeters from his face.

To the last birthday, handing him the shop bought card in all teenage glory, too embarrassed to write ‘I love you’ so it came as a ‘Love you’ and the once overly done x’s and o’s were now a set of one. He didn’t know the first thing about teenagers either. How past a certain age everything felt detrimental and targeted, embarrassment seeped through everything and it wasn’t cool to like your dad anymore.

Especially not as a teenage girl.

And it wasn’t until he was away for his birthday for the first time in years that she had missed it. Missed the softening of his eyes and the way his arm would wrap around her shoulder and pull her to his side, hand rubbing her arm in acknowledgement of her efforts.

She took his safety for granted most of the time. Waving to him at the door with no doubt that he would be back months later, a naturally blunt text that he was safe would be sent to you and all would be well. Though, sometimes he was required to hand his phone in before the tougher trips. Designed to provide the safest atmosphere, though back home many miles away it never did feel safer. And that was when she missed him the most.

You always wanted what you couldn’t have.

Simon was no better. He had taken the younger years for granted. The tears before bed, stalking into his bedroom after a bad dream, tired eyes in the mornings and the excitement to see him once back home. He wasn’t to know when the last time he would pick up his daughter was, or the last time she would ask for help when reaching for a cereal box. Hell, even the final she had fallen asleep on his chest or asked him to stay until she had dozed off in her own ‘big’ bed. Small hands wrapping around his fingers, giggles and toothy grins had all evaporated into nothing.

It was tough being a dad.

But it was hell being a teenage girl.

Sometimes it felt ike you were made purely to drink iced coffee with alternative milk, wear baggy clothes and feel bad for old people every now and then. The act of growing up isn’t something you want, though something you concede to after realising you had wished your youth away.

And in that,

There was something about girls and their fathers.

The constant need for subconscious approval and love, feeling bad for the man who raised you whenever he was left to eat dinner alone or scorned by your mother in a heated argument you couldn’t help to overhear. Simon’s daughter had always been in that predicament.

She missed her dad when he left, yet hated when she shared the kitchen with him. It felt like an itch that you weren’t able to scratch, though his rare hugs completely killed all flame she had for him and sometimes, instead, they allowed for tears to flow. Because after all, a girl is really just her dad.

Maybe that card should've been made after all.

˗ˏˋ university is wiping me out already. it’s the first week back do you want to fucking calm down. been set two presentations (both recorded wtf) and three literature papers.

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as always reblogs and comments are mighty appreciated blah blah blah

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regressionschool · 6 months

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Starry sat at her desk, surrounded by a sea of colorful crayons and markers. Her brow was furrowed, and a deep pout graced her face. She was supposed to be doing homework for Regression School, a task she wasn't particularly excited about.

The assignment was to write a one-page essay explaining why being a regressed diaper princess was better than being a grown-up. Starry found the whole thing a bit silly. After all, being a grown-up seemed much more appealing. But, she knew she had to complete the assignment.

he picked up her pen and hesitated, the blank page seeming to taunt her. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of her diaper as she shifted in her chair. The soft padding was a constant reminder of the role she now inhabited.

Starry sighed and began to write, her pen gliding across the paper. She carefully crafted her sentences, trying to find some genuine reasons why regression might be preferable. As she wrote, she couldn't help but think back to the days when things were different, a time where she was not only allowed but also expected to use the toilet, when she didn't have to worry about assignments like this.,

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft chime from her phone. It was a message from Daddy, a reminder to send a picture once she was done. Starry blushed, but she knew it was part of the assignment.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally finished her essay. She leaned back in her chair, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. She glanced at the clock and realized it was getting late. She knew what came next.

Reluctantly, Starry stood up and took a deep breath. She knew this was part of the deal. She carefully wet her diaper, trying to focus on the task at hand and not the embarrassment that tinged her cheeks.

Once she was done, she took a deep breath and returned to her desk. She picked up her phone and snapped a photo to send to Daddy as proof. She attached it to a message and hit send.

#ab/dl caption #ab/dl stories #ab/dl girl #diaper captions #diaper stories #ab/dl diaper #regression school #wetting diaper

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yetanothergreyjedi · 1 year

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Ghosts of Our Past: Part 5

Dp x DC crossover

Damian Wayne and Danny Fenton siblings AU

Part 1&2 Part 3 Part 4. Part 6

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Damian could barely see his brother, who was alive, from this vantage point. He had not picked the table initially, and even if he had, he likely wouldn't have faced that large group of teenagers anyway. There were many things to say about hindsight, but for now he focused on legibly writing out all of their family's contact information on a piece of sketchbook paper. Drake and Grayson were writing the same thing less legibly on napkins with crayons they'd procured from somewhere, and Drake kept arguing that Damian should give him a piece of paper because it's was his idea, and Grayson kept adding points both for and against both of their arguments instead of picking a side.

Damian didn't know if they were attempting to distracted him, or themselves.

He focused on keeping the pen steady, avoiding the occasional grab for the book, and lifting the pen away when Drake did manage to jostle him. He’d chosen pen, not pencil, a fine liner with waterproof ink something that wouldn’t smudge if folded and stuck in a pocket. Was it a mighty enough pen? The sword had done enough damage, and it hadn’t even been a full sword:

He'd kept the blade. At first only because it would've been foolish to disarm himself, then because Grandfather had been so proud of him. Then his training got sticker and under a closer watch and no one spirited him away for secret games. He would say it was the dagger he'd dispatched a traitor with, but he'd kept it because all other gifts from his brother had given him had been disappearing— his mother clearing away the evidence of her failure. He'd brought the blade when he'd come to Gotham, intent on using it. Now it sat on his wall, a reminder that actions had consequences.

For the first time, he felt the need to get rid of it. What would Danyal—no, Dany, who'd chosen to go by the name Damian had called him as a child— think to see it hanging on the wall like a trophy?

Dany was alive. Dany had run from him.

Damian had tucked the name Dany Fenton away in his mind. He wanted to run a search, to know where his brother had been, what he'd been doing, to know why he had hid from Father in addition to the league. But he would not, could not? He feared the tiny thread of trust they'd restrung would be severed if he did.

It didn't help that he'd butchered his own apology. How many times had his brothers told him he needed to improve that skill? How many times had he ignored the advice? Now come to face with his biggest regret and he had not even said the word 'sorry.'

Dany was alive. Dany was afraid of him, and he had every right to be. Damian had killed him. How does someone make up for that?

Dany would receive 2 napkins and a sketchbook page of identical contact information. It was a pitiful offering, but it put the choice in Dany's hands. And if he never wanted to see him again, Damian would find a way to live with it.

The group of students began to rise from their seats. Damian tore his page from the book and gathered the napkins. It would not be difficult to push through the teens, but he waited.

As he'd hoped, Dany trailed along the outskirts of the group; unfortunately, watched closely by the teacher to prevent him from running off. Damian scoffed at that, like the older man could really prevent Dany from doing anything. Maintaining civilian identities was tedious and this would be simple if they did not need to.

Dany gave him a little wave, more subdued than the kind he gave when they were younger.

"Our contact information," Damian held them out. "Since you have... other obligations..."

It was not what he wanted to say. What did he wish to say? But before he could open his mouth—

"Mr. Fenton," the tired sounding teacher reminded.

"Thanks, Dami... I'll see you around..." Dany slipped back into the group. He sounded so genuine? Was it an act to keep him from following, or did he mean it? He stood there like the fool he was until his phone buzzed.

A new number, with a single text. "👻"

Damian was struck by a new fear; that his brother may have the same sense of humor as Todd.

“Is it kinda bad I hope this Damian suffers a little??” @itshype asked me, and I thought: You know what, fair.

Then I looked at what I wrote for this section, It looked back at me. And I said, "No. itshype is right, Damian is not suffering nearly enough in this section.”

So I rewrote it, and it’s better now. I hope this satisfies the bloodlust, Love.💕

@phantomskeep have another fish for the aquarium in your stomach. This one is specked.

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#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #batman #grey writes

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wanderingsimsfinds · 11 months

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Decorating a house/lot with clutter is probably one of my favorite parts of building. This list has everything from books, to art supplies, to rugs, to clothing, to more practical clutter.

WanderingSims Fave CC - Clutter

1 - Lulu265 - Classic 1 Tile Sheer Curtain (TSR)

2 - Lulu265 - Classic 2 Tile Sheer Curtain (TSR)

3 - Lulu265 - Classic 3 Tile Sheer Curtain (TSR)

4 - TheNumbersWoman - Ikea Pac Uggdal Bedroom Sheers (TSR)

5 - you-lust - szabolon Papers Wall Clutter

6 - SketchbookPixels - SIMPLY MXIMS Woli House Board

7 - wondymoon - Terbium Key Holder (TSR)

8, 11 - Kale House - 4t3 MXIMS IKEA Kubbis Wall Hook & Ferm Living Frame Pinboard

9 - Mutske - Hallway Leon Umbrella Stand (TSR)

10 - Simstiful - Backpack

12 - Julietsimscc - 4t3 Leosims Keys Rack Smaller

13, 16 - MOONSims3 - Vans Authentic Pro A MXIMS & Vans SK8 HI B MXIMS

14 - Lies-and-Crooked-Sims - Pixicat Converses 01

15 - Simstiful - Decor Dirty Shoes

17 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 heurrs Nielstrup Dresser

18 - cyclonesue - Air Conditioning Unit (TSR)

19, 33 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Desierto Bedroom (Buddha & Books)

20 - ArtVitalex - Yuma Triple Shelf (TSR)

21 - Milla - Acne Pansy Beanie Hat

22 - johziii - Wooden Desk Shelf Empty

23 - SimplyStyling - Jope Living 5 Books

24, 39 - SimplyStyling - Jope Living 4 Side Board & Basket

25 - MarcusSims91 - Kalico Blanket Throw Ladder (TSR)

26 - SimplyStyling - Jope Living 1 Books

27-32 - Taultvec - Slox Hasare Books 1-6 Standing

34 - you-lust - Lisennymphy Buddha

35, 46, 54 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Syboulette Pride Set (Wall Flag, Hat, Bag)

36-38, 47, 49, 53 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Simbishy Cute Stationary Set Part 3 (Felt Pen Wall Array, Highlighter Wall Array, Marker Wall Array, Marker Array, Highlighter Array, Drawer Closed)

40-41 - Simstiful - Sketchbook & Notebook

42-45 - Milla - Luna Books 1-4

48, 50 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Simbishy Cute Stationary Set Part 2 (Felt Pen Array & Highlighter Array)

51, 55 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 pqSim4 Study Space (Organizer & Trolley)

52 - you-lust - BillyJean Brush Holder

56 - Simstiful - Canvas Art

57 - SweetMarie222 - BS Mila Watercolor Milla Version (TSR)

58 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Soloriya Art Studio Acrylic Paint Tubes

59-62, 66, 68, 70 - you-lust - Imadako Set (Watercolour Box Open, Pencil Cup Water Colour Umesara, Crayon Box Open, Watercolour Brush Stand, Watercolour Pencil Box, Watercolour Palette)

63-65, 71 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Soloriya Darina Set (Painting A, Painting B, Fabric with Brushes, Paint Tubes & Pencils)

67, 69 - Milla - Cassandre Pencil Cup 2 No Shininess & Stamp Version

72-74 - Pralinesims - Vintage Rugs 1-3 (TSR)

75 - Pralinesims - Soft Flokati (TSR)

76 - pseudodigs - Moroccan Rugs

77-79 - francythatsims - Neutral Rugs (2x3, 4x3, Runners)

80-83 - johziii - Rugs! Set 2x3 & 3x4 (Boho, Earthy, Monochrome, Vanilla)

84 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Cowbuild Minotti Rug Collection (Swatch A 3x2 & 7x5)

85 - MarcusSims91 - Address Planter

86 - MarcusSims91 - Modern Address Numbers Bellrose

#cc list #ts3cc #s3cc #s3ccfinds

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harlowsbby · 11 months

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Soft Life

You loved days when Jack didn’t have to work as of lately he’s been taking some time off to just spend time with you. Today was going to be 85 for a high with slight winds which meant it was a perfect day for a picnic.

While Jack was getting ready you were downstairs packing up some sandwiches and other snacks to take to the park. As you were putting the drinks into the basket Jack creeped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You look good baby.” He took your hand and turned you around he licked his lips as he looked you up and down. “This little sundress might not be on for much longer.” He grinned and placed his hands directly on your ass.

“Jack.” You scolded him. “Not right now let’s get going I wanna get there now before any of the kids from school get out.”

“Yes boss.” You rolled your eyes and let him take the basket to the car as you took the blanket, Jack was wearing just a pair of basketball shorts and a white tank top, he looked good even in the most simple of outfits.

“You ready baby?” You hummed and got into the car as Jack closed it once you were fully in and settled. The ride to the park was a short one it was actually really close to Jack’s house.

You found a shady spot under an old oak tree and laid out your red and white picnic blanket along with the basket and Jack placed down the coloring books and crayons you brought. Jack actually found coloring a way of some sort of therapy, it helped him ease and empty his mind of anything that was bothering him.

“Which book do you want the one with the dinosaurs or the race cars?” You asked him and Jack being the extra person that he is placed his finger under his chin and tapped his chin slowly. “I think… I’ll takeee.” He dragged on his words.

“I’ll do theeee.” You huffed in annoyance. “Jack if you don’t pick right now I swear on my life-.” He cut you off. “I’m just messing with you baby I’ll take the dinosaurs.” You handed him the dinosaur coloring book along with some colored pencils.

You grabbed your coloring book as well but when Jack was too concentrated on coloring in the different dinosaurs you quickly grabbed the blank piece of paper and pen you took and placed it in front of your coloring page.

Since Jack and you have been together for 3 years you wanted to make him 3 love letters. The first love letter consisted of how you felt during your first date and how nervous you were in the early stages of your relationship, the second letter consisted of how much you truly loved and adored him and the third letter the one you were working on now was going to consist of you stating just how happy he makes you and how deeply and madly in love you were with Jack.

Jack looked up and noticed how fast your hand was moving and there was no way you were coloring that fast. His eyebrows scrunched up when he noticed you didn’t even open the box of crayons.

“Baby?” You hummed in response to focused to look up. “Are you coloring?”

“Of course I’m coloring don’t you see my coloring book.” You sassed him making him roll his eyes. “Oh really? Then how much your box of crayons aren’t even opened.” You froze and dropped the pen that was in your hand.

You looked up at him slowly he had a questioning look displayed on his face. “Caught your ass didn’t I? So what are you really doing and don’t even try and lie.”

“Nothing it’s nothing.” You covered your hand over the paper as he tried looking. “Come on that isn’t fair babe let me see.” He pouted.

You sighed heavily there was no use in lying to Jack especially since he was going to find out the truth. You took your love note and just handed it to him along with the other two that were in your purse.

“Start with the first one and work your way to the third one.” You told him and he did just that. You studied his face and watched the many different emotions run across his face. He laughed and even blushed a few times once he was finished he patted the spot next to him which meant he wanted you to come by him.

When you were close enough he pulled you onto his lap to where you were facing him. It just looked at you for a few minutes and you glanced around awkwardly wondering what he was doing.

“Jack? Did you not lik-.” You we’re cut off by him smothering you in kisses all over your face you giggled and tried your hardest to pull away from him but he wasn’t letting up, he had a tight grip on you.

You noticed a few strangers passing by giving the two of you weird looks and even though you loved Jack the last thing you wanted to do was create false rumors. “Okay Jack that’s enough I can’t breathe and people are looking.”

He let go of his tight hold on you but still had his arms wrapped around your waist loosely as he looked at you with so much love and adoration. “I just never thought I’d ever receive a love letter from anybody in my life.” He laughed and sniffled.

“Are you.. are you crying right now?” You laughed and raised an eyebrow at him. “What? No I’m not crying it’s just the pollen that’s it.” He tried playing it off but you saw right through him.

“Hmm is that right Jack?” He hummed in response. “Yeah it is but seriously baby thank you so much for the letters I’m going to be keeping these for the rest of my life. I love you so much you have no idea.” He told you as you leaned into his touch.

The rays from the sun were hitting the two of you perfectly it wasn’t too hot or too cold, the sound of his heartbeat against your head sounded like a lullaby, Jack rubbed small circles on your back as you closed your eyes.

“I love you too Jack, I hope you’ll be mine forever.” He smacked his lips softly. “Come on baby you know I’m not going nowhere, most importantly you aren’t going nowhere I’m not letting you out my sight.” He joked as you laughed at his silliness.

It was quiet for a few minutes more till Jack started speaking again. “So since you wrote me that love letter I think it’s best I return the offer.” He smirked at the many ideas he had in mind but when you didn’t respond he looked down and noticed you were fast asleep.

“I can’t with you sometimes.” He laughed softly but took the blanket he had packed and draped it over the two of you. As you slept Jack stayed awake and just admired everything about you.

He was thankful you came into his life you’ve made him happier and made everyday worth wild.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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the-elisakou · 2 years

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This is Roma! :D This is felt pens and crayons, made in the beginning of 2022 as well! (Took 23 minutes)

#artists on tumblr #art #drawing #doodle #sketch #quick #street #city #roma #italy #scenery #architecture #colorful #crayons #felt pen #bicycle #plants #cozy #the-elisakou #the-elisakou's drawings

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cupiohearts · 4 months

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CUPID IS SO STUPID ?! - kazuha, albedo, kaeya, diluc, aether, alhaitham, childe.

there were a total of 7 people you've been ever loved before. all of them you loved for every word they've ever said. all of them have rejected your love and every word stung.

after 7 years they all got sent your letters. reading it and understanding the same feelings that you had. seeing how you saw them.

KAZUHA was your childhood friend when you were younger. someone who you knew well due to your parents. it was a dumb childish puppy love that no one took seriously not even him.

"kazuha!" you cheerfully exclaimed as soon as you went to daycare. he was at the front with his stuffed animal of a small white cat one that his older friend had given him.

immediately taking his hand inside of yours and holding onto it tight. your parents looked from afar as they saw clear signs their daughter was falling in love with someone. they were whispering amongst themselves about how long it would last till you latched onto someone else.

you paid no mind to this because how could you ever love someone else when kazuha is right there. happily talking to him about your weekends although he already knew since you spent the weekends at his place.

it's been 8 years from kindergarten and you were still friends with kazuha and no matter how hard you try. no matter how many hints were thrown his way he wouldnt pay you any mind. chalking it up to something similar to how a little sister views her older brother.

it was only in the middle of summer did you realize that your feelings would never be taken seriously.

that summer you were sitting on the field with your friends when you saw kazuha from far away. you watched as he talked to his friends and talked to the girls around him. a sting in your heart.

you watched as his expressions changed while talking to them. a face he's never shown you before, the face someone makes while talking to someone that makes them nervous.

he didnt see you as a friend, he saw you more like a sister.

kazuha was now in his late 20's. he wasnt strictly tied down to any work place but he was known to freelance around the crux's fleet.

a shop on the seaside that sold all kinds of goods from the ocean. often seen hanging inside the shop as somewhat of an exibit for people to see considering how pretty he is.

beidou came strolling inside, running her hand through her hair while holding a small letter in her hands. "its for you kazuha. havent opened it yet. its from someone with the intials yn." she says to him. placing the letter next to him where he was admiring the view.

"y.n? i dont think i recall knowing someone with intials like that" he muttered. taking his headphones off and rested it on his shoulders. grabbing the letter and gently opening it up.

a letter. a formally written one. not a typed up one that would be professionally made. the handwriting was hard to read but he could recognize the handwriting still.

'kazuha,

i really really really really really REALLY like you. :D i hope we can still be friends even if you dont like me back because i enjoy hanging out with you and youre my best friend in the whole world! - (y/n)' alongside doodles of stick figures holding hands with flowers and hearts.

theres something written near the bottom in a pen instead of crayon. this handwriting was different. one he doesnt recognize all too well. compared to roughness of the crayon and the letter. the words written with pen were gentle and a bit shaky.

'i just found this. if you ever recieve this letter please visit me someday. i would love to catch up and see how you are'

kazuha felt his heart race a bit. the corners of his mouth glide wider and he chuckles at the letter. "my childhood friend sent me a love letter from back when she was a kid. i wondered why she strayed so far away from me back then.. now i know" he says to beidou. showing her the letter in his hands.

a light blush on his face as he rereads the letter over and over again.

you had drifted apart from him when you two reached middle school. he assumed it was because you two were becoming teenagers and just matured. now he understands it was because you were in love. he supposed you were too shy back then to tell him your feelings.

oh how he wished he couldve told you how he felt.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #kazuha x reader #kazuha #kazuha scenarios

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flwersgarden · 1 year

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i don’t know if this is gonna make a whole lotta sense but i’ve been obsessed with your writing for like ever and i was hoping maybe you could do a combination between little!reader and daddy!elvis but make elvis like a yandere sorta with it? like he takes advantage of readers little space and uses it to make sure that he’s the only one who can really like take care of her when she’s in that space you know? i have no idea if that makes sense or not, if it doesn’t or you don’t wanna write it don’t worry about it! :)

note: it makes sense, my love, don't worry! i will write this one with austin!elvis in mind since i'm not very comfortable in making real life elvis a yandere soooo, either way, please enjoy!

“ how are you, baby? ”

you looked up from your drawing book, smiling brightly at the sight of elvis with his leather suit entering the room you were in.

“ daddy! ” you squeaked out, running up to him, leaving your crayons on the floor.

elvis smiled, crouching so he could hug you; giving you some twirls before kissing your face making you giggle a bit at how funny it felt.

“ hey, baby. ” he whispered before leaving you on the ground, patting your butt a bit before walking to the sofa. “ how was it? ”

you immediately knew he was talking about the small trip you went to with one of his bodyguards; you insisted on someone taking you to the park since you felt yourself dying from boredom locked in the room, elvis being the amazing daddy he is allowed you to (of course, not without security).

“ it was great, daddy! ” you jumped, taking advantage of elvis' tired attitude to pick everything up so he wouldn't rebuke you about it.

elvis nodded, sitting on the couch, patting his lap as he looked at how cute you were. “ 'm glad. ”

you sat on his lap after putting everything on its place, kissing his cheek before patting your own pink dress. “ how was the performance, dada? ” you put your face in the croon of his neck, enjoying the small touches he gave to your hair and back.

“ it was good. i think. ” he murmured the last part, kissing your forehead before a knock interrupted the both of you. “ who is it? ”

“ the colonel, my boy. ”

elvis rolled his eyes while sighing, patting your butt again but this time for you to move.

you pouted, not only did you missed him but you wanted some cuddles. so when elvis opened the door, you subtly showed your tongue to the colonel, who just frowned at you before turning to look at elvis.

“ we need to talk. ”

elvis hummed and for a few seconds it was quiet before he looked at you, who was still sitting on the couch. “ doll. ”

“ yes? ” you asked.

he grabbed his wallet from one of the closest tables around him, giving it to you as you walked to him. “ go and buy us some snacks, will ya? ”

you nodded, grabbing his wallet before leaving.

but just as you were exiting the room, you stomped in colonel's foot making him howl in anger.

“ THAT GODDAMN-. ”

you couldn't hear the rest of it as you ran away.

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as you walked through the set, you couldn't help but stare at everything. when elvis and you walked in here you didn't paid much attention as you were too focused in playing with the new toy elvis gave you.

almost everyone in there knew you were little, that's why no one gave you strange looks. also because they were terrified of elvis and how he may react if you go and tell him if someone treated you badly.

you skip to the table full of food, beverages and drinks, smiling as you catch some cotton candy. you go to grab it but as you do it, some hand grabs it and offers it to you.

“ here. ”

you look up at the strange man, not bad looking but... strange.

“t-thank you. ” you stiffly say, grabbing the stick of the candy before turning to leave.

“ wait. ” he steps in front of you.

you are caught off guard with how this man is acting so you just bring the cotton candy to your chest, quiet.

he smiles. “ okay. look. ” he takes off a small notebook from his jacket, a pen too; clicking it as he searches though his notebook's pages. “ i wanted to interview you for so long and. ” he chuckles but it seems tired. “ that man of yours just doesn't fumbles the bag, huh? ”

you frown, confused at what he is implying.

“ so. y/n presley, would you mind telling me. ” he puts the pen ends in the notebook. “ is this, ” he points at your outfit. “ some kind of sickloving trap elvis has you in? ”

“ excuse me? ” you quickly answer.

the man just shrugs. “ yeah. is this some kind of syndrome he put in you after he married you? ”

you step back, feeling your heart crushing with his words. “ i don't know what you mean, mister, i-. ”

he laughs, interrupting you. “ come on. i mean, the press knew you were weird but-. ”

suddenly, a hand pushes the man's figure away from you as some arms surround you.

“ man, what did i said?! no fucking reporters! ” jerry exclaims from behind you, walking to the strange man with his fists clenched but abruptly turns and points at someone behind you. “ take her to ep! ”

that person grabs you, carefully, taking you to elvis while you drop the cotton candy on them ground. elvis' wallet is still being gripped by your hand as if it's the only thing telling you this is real.

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“ i fucking told every single one of you! ”

you sit in the white couch of Graceland, the home your daddy bought, drawing some flowers while he and his staff, alongside the memphis mafia, are sitting on the diner room. bit far from you. enough for you to not hear anything that was being discussed in that room.

“ ep, we told y-. ”

elvis raises an arm, turning with his hands in his waist. he looks at you.

silence overpowers the moment, everyone except you and elvis uncomfortable. elvis slightly smiled as you frowned in concentration with your gaze stuck on the drawing.

“ did y'all ever fell in love, folks? ” he suddenly asks. some men clear their throat as everyone denies it. elvis nods. “ some of y'all may think that yes. you have. ”

he turns to look at them. “ but you haven't. at least not like me. ” he points at you. “ that girl keeps me from going insane. ”

he walks to the fridge. everyone keeps silent.

the fridge gets harshly closed, making some people jump in their seats, a beer being opened is heard.

elvis takes a gulp out of the beer.

“ i thought i was very clear. ” elvis mutters.

“ you were, ep. ” jerry stands up.

elvis looks at him.

“ it's our fault. ” he looks at everyone in the room as they nod and gives affirmative responses. jerry looks at elvis again. “ i promise you, that man has being taken care of. nothing like that will happen again. ”

elvis nods, walking up to jerry patting him on the back and just as he is about to give him his thanks for admitting his fault, someone stands up. the chair screeching. everyone looks at that man.

“ no. ” he says, clearly afraid.

everyone, expect him and elvis, open their eyes in shock and horror.

“ man, sit down. ” someone mutters with a harsh tone, trying to make him sit but he pulls his arm away.

“ no, man, this is fucked up. ” he shakes his head, looking at everyone before sticking his gaze to elvis' piercing blue eyes.

“ ep, ignore-. ” jerry tries to take elvis away.

“ no. ” elvis raises a palm, making jerry quiet. “ i'm interested. ” he keeps his arms on a chair top, looking at the man. “ why do you say that? ”

elvis' calm demeanor makes everyone tremble. the calm before the storm.

the man sobs before pointing at you. “ that woman doesn't know what the fuck is going on half of the time. ” he whispers, his arm falls to his side again. “ when you just introduced us to her, she was... ”

everyone looks down.

of course, they know what he is talking about.

when you and elvis started dating, you weren't much into your little space. you felt safe enough in your relationship for you to run to that comfort zone.

but after something personal happened to you, you cried to elvis, telling him how the little space was something you weren't usually comfortable in talking with partners since some of them shamed you for it but that you needed to run into it for comfort.

elvis just smiled at your ranting, kissing your head and caressing your hair while nodding his head.

“ it's okay. i understand. ” he said to you.

you raised your head, teary eyed, looking like an angel. “ w-what-... do you mean? ” a sob interrupted you mid sentence.

“ i mean that it's okay. you don't have to feel ashamed about it with me. my love. ” he grabbed your cheeks, making you look at him. “ i accept you and love everything about you. it's not something to be shamed about. ” he kissed your nose, making you pout.

he smiled. “ you'll just have to guide me through it. ”

and that you did. you explained him everything trying to be as clear as possible.

elvis loved little you. for multiple reasons. but the one that stood out the most was because little you always looked for him.

she always wanted him.

he loved to come back home from a long day of filming to find little you drawing, to see your shiny eyes looking up at him as if he hung the moon and stars.

he loved that you were so dependent on him. he loved to take care of you.

but when he noticed that you weren't into your space as much as he'd like... he started to change both of your lives.

making your room bright pink with the excuse that the color suits you.

buying you fluffy dresses with the excuse of how comfortable they looked to wear and how they would match his own outfits.

gifting you candies and toys with the excuse of them being from a different state so he had to bring you a souvenir.

and with small steps, he turned you into his little babygirl.

you started slipping into your little space more often since everything reminded you of how wonderful it is to be in it.

and everyone knew. because elvis told them to don't say shit about it.

‘ don't you dare make her slip out. ’

‘ don't let anyone question her about it. ’

‘ she won't do any interviews, not even with me, she will stick to the room. ’

that's how it was. of course, only if they wanted to keep their job and their future secure.

but it seemed like someone didn't want that.

elvis fully stood up, the beer long forgotten in the table. “ so. ” he slowly walked to the man, his hands on his back. “ you are saying... ” he raised an eyebrow.

the man scoffed, feeling confident all of a sudden. “ what i'm saying is that what you're doing is fucked up and i will no longer take part on it. ” he looked at everyone else. “ and every single one of you are as guilty as him, you are all going to hell, you fucking assho-. ”

a gunshot sounded through the room. everyone covering themselves.

jerry just jumped back, staring at the scene in shock.

elvis had his gun pointed at where this man's head would've been seconds ago, his posture stiff, showing his side profile to everyone. his jaw clenched with his free hand besides him forming a fist.

but he relaxed, sighing.

everyone looked at him again, slowly lowering their arms.

“ no bad words in this house. ” elvis simply said.

jerry simply sits in the chair he was sitting in the beginning, still paralyzed.

“ daddy?! ” a girly voice calls out.

elvis throws the gun in the table before walking out of the room. “ yeah, babydoll?! ” he calls back, exiting the room.

jerry grabs the gun. he looks at everyone before moving to the gun to a side, revealing its bullets.

he feels like throwing up as he sees all of them empty.

he only had one bullet.

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HAPPY (LATE-) BIRTHDAY AIM!!!

To celebrate I spedran a little drabble to celebrate the boys day^^

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Fresh snow fell gently outside the foggy windows in the living room, obscuring the warm light of the fireplace. Axel tossed a piece of construction paper into the trash can next to him, sighing heavily as pixels buzzed around him. Several arts and crafts materials were thrown out onto the coffee table in the center of the couches, and he made sure not to spill the several containers with beads and charms for bracelets all over the floor, knowing his parents would give him an earful for it.

The little skeleton found himself at odds with himself, a pen taped to the side of his skull as the young boy attempted to start on a new piece of paper, taking out one of his mom's several pencils. Snow continued to trickle down outside, despite the questionable weather conditions the Omega timeline provided its residence.

Winter was always one of his favorite times of the year. It was cold out and it made him sleepy ever since he was younger. It was still magical, of course, 5 years of growth didn't mean he wasn't a kid still. He liked the feeling of snowflakes landing on his face, and part of him wondered if maybe he should go outside, have some fun and think about this gift a little less. Axel frowned as he looked down at the drawing he'd worked so hard on, crayons and markers strung about as he'd forgotten to put them away before writing his card.

He continued to stare as he folded the paper in half, getting ready to decorate the front with stickers, tapes, and glitter. Did he get the features right? The drawing contained two little figures in the center with big, happy grins. It conveyed happiness and love, the pair surrounded by little hearts and stars. The little skeleton could recognize himself well enough. He'd drawn himself in his old clothes he'd worn up until recently, the warm coat, the simple yet comfy pants, and a scarf resembling his father's. But he felt his face warm up staring at the other figure, little orange pupils staring back at him.

He remembered they were orange, a sort of Mac and cheese color he found silly to point out, but the other skeleton had found his little joke funny, and something about that made him smile. Did he still wear overalls? Axel had worked hard drawing the set, finding it incredibly difficult and painstaking. No matter how much his mom taught him, he could never really get the hang of drawing certain things. Despite this, Axel was proud of his achievement.

“...I wonder how you're doing.”

“How who's doing?” A little voice asked next to him.

Axel made a sound of surprise, trying to jump up but catching his knee on the edge of the table, a small wince coming from the ten year old's mouth. “Ow!! Aelis! Don't do that!” He cried out, before her words registered in his head. “No one! I'm just- making…something.” He trailed off.

His little sibling gave him a pleasant little stare, a mug held in her small hands. The small of chocolate and cinnamon filled his nostrils, and he let out a little huff of disappointment. Aelis was holding a cup of warm hot cocoa, little drops of marshmallows and a swirl of whip cream sprinkled with cinnamon made his mouth water. But no, no chocolate for him, he was stuck with warm milk, or some other non-chocolate based beverage.

“...Writing?” Aelis asked with a curious glint, peeking over in an attempt to see, but noticing his drawing. “Mmm…who's dat?” She asked, pointing at the foreign orange skeleton. Axel immediately hid the drawing, his face a shade of soft, cool blue. “Go awayyyy! I thought you were supposed to be outside in the snow.” He pointed out.

“Mhm. Was cold so Mommy got us hot cocoa. They said to come tell you so dey can give you something warm to dwink.” Aelis said, taking a sip of her chocolatey goodness.

Axel blinked in surprise. Was he that focused on his word he didn't even see his sister or hear her open the front door? The snow sounded so much fun to the little glitch, his gaze held longingly towards the outside, where his parents were out with his sisters. But no…he had to put his feelings into words correctly!

It had been five long years since he'd seen the only skeleton he'd deemed a close friend, despite their short time together. Aim didn't make fun of him, or taunt him, or make him feel bad…he was nice, kind…and Axel had taken the time to make him a little bracelet.

Looking back, that little thing was held together by string and glue. It surely must've broken by now. But, he'd improved his craft and his string magic. His dad had been kind enough to teach him how to tie knots and use his strings like thread, much like how he made dolls and plushies for him and his siblings.

Axel looked towards a bracelet and a few other trinkets off to the side, tied together with blue threads and decorated with colorful charms and beads. Three letter beads were threaded together in the center of the bracelet next to two stars, the word simply reading: ‘Aim’. He felt all giddy just thinking about the orange skeleton seeing his creations and actually receiving them. Their time had been cut oh so short from each other, but Aim had no idea how much of an impact his presence made on him.

His dad didn't understand it, and his mom found his ‘infatuation’ or whatever that meant cute. Axel felt inspiration growing within him as he opened the paper turned card, getting ready to write his new ideas in the blank space.

“...Should I tell Mommy you don't want it?” Aelis chimed in as she watched her brother.

“Uh? Oh, yeah, no, I'm good… I don't want anything.” He reassured his little sibling, despite how nice of an idea something warm and sweet sounded. The sound of his sister walking off before heading outside barely registered in his head as he went back to work.

Hi, Aim.

If you're reading this letter, this means that my

m̶e̶s̶s̶a̶g̶e̶ letter got to you! Do you remember me? I'm Axel, the boy whose name sounds like that silly frog looking thingy? My parents call me that all the time! What's the word spelled? Axolotl! Yep! That's me! It's been 5 years, right? You said your birthday was today, right? Well, I wanted to-

Axel paused as his focus was taken away from the card, hearing the sound of the front door opening this time. He expected to see his younger sibling, but the actual person wasn't who he was expecting. Ink exhaled a frosty breath, wearing a warm coat and their scarf tucked more closely to their body to preserve warmth.

“You should be playing outside.” His mother said, multi-colored eye lights staring at him as they approached, light sprinkles of show sprinkled across their face. They were holding a cup that smelled sweet and creamy, topped with cinnamon. “Aelis told me you didn't want anything. But I figured I'd bring you something just in case.” The short skeleton said, walking over to them.

“I'm not hungryyy…” Axel whined, his face warming up as he attempted to hide his work in the making, although his workspace was far too broad to hide well.

“You haven't eaten since this morning, now drink this, it's eggnog, with no adult drinks, it's nice and warm.” Ink said softly, setting the warm cup down on the table. Axel made a sound of acknowledgement, knowing he couldn't really disobey his mom, besides, a sweet drink did seem really nice…

“If you don't wanna play with dad and your sisters, I'll keep you company here.” Ink said sweetly, offering him the mug.

“...Thank you.” The little boy mumbled politely, taking the mug, temporarily letting his protective grip on his prized work go. Ink eyed the little mess of art supplies on the table curiously, eyelights shifting shape and changing color as they blinked. They took a second to observe the drawing Axel had placed neatly next to the little charms he'd worked too hard to make on his own.

“Who's that?” His mom finally asked curiously sitting down on their knees next to him. Axel flinched, putting down his mug in a quick motion. “I- uhm…it's- gift- It's-its not done-” He stuttered out, partially hiding his face in the fabric of his scarf. Ink took a second to remember, looking lost in thought as they studied the features on the other skeleton doodle curiously. It clicked in their head finally.

“Oh! Is that the little boy you met when you were four?” Ink asked, picking up a pencil from the stack of supplies enthusiastically.

Axel felt like he'd been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. “...Maybe.” He fessed up, his face a darker tone of blue. “Wait…I was four? Ugghhh-” He mumbled, knowing he'd have to cross out and erased some words in his yet to be finished letter.

“Hm…I thought you'd stopped thinking about that kid for a while now, why are you doing this now? It's been a long time.” His mom pointed out, “I'm not saying it's wrong, but you don't even know if he'd remember you.” Ink said, giving his head a little pat of reassurance.

“It's his birthday today…”

Ink blinked in surprise. “You…remembered that?” They asked, looking a little stunned by his ability to retain that little fact.

“I don't know, I remember telling him about birthdays and how awesome it was for me. He told me didn't really know other kids his age and so couldn't have a birthday party…so uhmm…” Their son hesitated, looking towards their letter. “...I just…thought even though I can't see him…I want him to know I still wanna be his friend.” Axel said, sounding shaky and a little uncertain.

Ink's face softened more, “Ah, So what are you doing?” The painter asked, taking another look at the charms on the table. “You've been working with your strings I see.” They commented, picking up the named bracelet and staring at it thoughtfully. Axel gave his mom a hesitant look.

“I gave him a bracelet when we first met, but it's probably lost or broken by now, so I'm making a new one.” He said with a bit more confidence. “I practiced more like Dad told me, and It's done. I added some stars and sparkles too, and a ring with a star on it!” He said, sounding more comfortable explaining the layout of his work. His mother seemed a little puzzled, tilting their head slightly as their eye lights blinked to a new color. Ink noticed a hot glue gun off to the side, frowning. “Next time you want to use that ask me or Error, that stuff hurts to get on you.” They warned, before pausing. “Wait, huh?”

“Ring!” Axel repeated.

“Ring?” Ink asked.

“Yeah, like, the ones you and Dad have? I wanna have matching ones with him too!” Axel declared.

Ink looked down at the precious piece of jewelry on their finger, breathing out a little laugh. “Oh, Axolotl, I don't think you know the meaning of these rings at all, but do what you want.” They said, enjoying the innocent and puzzled look he flashed them. “Don't worry about it.” Ink said sheepishly, eye lights large with affection.

“Hmph…” Axel sighed as he looked down at the card he'd been working on, stumped on the little message inside. His look of disappointment was noticed by Ink, who scooted closer to look over the words on the page.

“Are you trying to write a thank you card?” Ink questioned, twirling the pencil they had picked up from the pile of art supplies.

Axel nodded, “Yeah…well…it's more of a feelings card…? I guess??” He said quietly, groaning as the pencil he was using to write with broke. He wiped the bits of graphite off the colorful card with slumped shoulders. “Oh? Feelings? Like…a confession?~” Ink said smoothly, giving the little boy a teasing look.

Axel gave his mom another puzzled look, “What are you looking at me like that for- wait-” He said, realizing what they meant. “EW. Not like that!! No! Nope! BLEH!” He huffed, sticking his tongues out in exaggerated disgust.

“Haha, if you say so.” Ink said, giving him a comforting nuzzle. “Here, why don't I help you?” They offered warmly.

“What?” Axel echoed in a puzzled tone.

Ink replaced Axel's pencil with the one they had taken. “I can help you write, or if you're having trouble figuring out what to say I can help you.” They said, smiling down at him. “You won't get anywhere without some help.” Ink pointed out.

“But what about playing outside with Oras and Aelis?” Axel asked with sudden 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇, “I mean- I don't need…that much help…I don't know…” He trailed off, bringing the card closer to him as he thought about the importance of his words so carefully. It would be so…so much easier in person, but…

“Your dad can watch them, besides it gets lonely in here, and I can see none of the pets are keeping you company.” The small painter commented, looking around for Oras’ platypus or the family cat. “I guess…” Axel mumbled with unsure energy, blinking in surprise as the stress pixels around his body fizzled back to normal, or well, normal enough.

Ink gave him a little boop on the nose, a little smile forming on the boy's face as he looked up at his mother. “See, you stressing like that makes you all glitchy. Seems to me like you do need help.” They said, a smug look on their face.

“...Maybe a little bit?”

“Great, now, what is it we're writing here?”

“Oh- well, I wanted to write him a thank you note and just…tell him how I've been and how I feel and it just…isn't coming out the way I like.” Axel sighed, sticking out his tongues in annoyance, “I know what I wanna say from my mouth but-”

“You can't put it into words, right?” Ink concluded, getting into a comfortable position as they moved closer to their precious son.

“Yeah!” Axel huffed, “Mom, why can't I do it?” He asked innocently, eyes still filled with that same child-like curiosity and joy from all those years ago. “Well, what you put into words and what you speak can mean and sound different, do you want to copy everything you want to say onto the page?” They asked.

“Well…it'll be too much.” Axel mumbled sheepishly.

“Ah, well, why don't we leave the really, reaaally important things first? That way there will be room for extra things but you get your most important feelings out of the way first.” Ink said, helping the little skeleton erase some of the unwanted writing he'd started on.

“Okay!” Axel agreed.

Snow continued to fall outside, and Axel couldn't help but feel a little more at ease. “Okay then.” Ink said brightly, “Can you tell me the most important things you want to say? I'll write it down since my writing is neater, haha.” They said, tapping the end of the pencil against the wooden frame of the coffee table. Axel gained a deeper blue hue to his face, taking some of the leftover strings he'd been using, tugging and fidgeting with his magical threads. They snapped after a lot of tugging, but it helped calm his nerves.

“Uhmm…okay…” Axel sucked in a deep breath, preparing himself to get the raw emotions out verbally.

The minutes ticked by, and the soft crackling of fire mixed with their writing let a cozy mood form for the pair. Occasionally their cat came to offer a greeting, but Ink shoo'd the cat away, not wanting her to mess up the several bags of art supplies and ribbons that would be terrible to clean up from the carpet.

Axel felt much more relaxed now, a small smile on his face as he discussed with Ink openly, his mom listening with silent contempt before turning to write down the snippets of speech on the paper in a neat hand-writing. He'd nearly finished the eggnog his mom gave him before the front door was opened once more, a few sprinkles of snow being able to sneak inside. The little boy could see his dad in the corner of his vision holding the door open as Oras ran inside, dragging Aelis along with her, who was covered in snow bits, her hood looking as if she'd been pelted by a snowball gun.

“Okay, I think we got everything Axolotl.” Ink said, signing off the corner of the card, and taking the time to doodle a little drawing.

“Yeah!” Axel said, smiling up at his mother appreciatingly. He turned his attention to the card, a proud look on his face. “Huh?” He noticed his mother doodling, “What's that?” He asked.

It took Ink a second to respond, but the little being flashed a small smile, setting their pencil down once the doodle was done. Ink had drawned a neat little picture on whatever space was left on the page. There were 4 figures Axel recognized easily; himself in the center, his mother and father off to the side, and his sisters on his other side, all looking chibi and happy. Above the cute doodle was a small message surrounded by bells and ribbons.

‘Happy holidays from us to you!’

“Do you like it?” Ink asked hopefully.

“It's great!!” Axel cried out joyfully, giving his mom a big hug, causing them to flinch in surprise with his excitement. “Aw- I'm glad I could help.” They said affectionately, returning the little gesture.

“Did he finish da weird card?” Aelis asked, sounding exhausted before letting out a little sneeze, shaking some of the show off her body.

“Yeah- wait, why are you so covered in snow?” Ink asked.

“Snowball fight.” Error explained, wiping some snow off his shoulders. “That I won!” Oras declared after him, jumping up proudly in the air. He closed the door behind them, letting the warmth of the house take over. Error helped Aelis get some left over ice bits off her head, the five year old letting out another little sneeze to clear her nostrils of any snow.

“Why don't we eat something? Especially for you, before you catch a cold.” Ink said, looking towards Aelis. Error took his large coat off, hanging it up near the door as he helped Aelis take her gear off. Oras had already put her things by the door, instead focusing on her poor brothers little finished project that he was attempting to put in a little box. “Who's that for?” His older sister asked, gaining everyone else's attention.

“No one-” He said quickly, hiding the little gift box behind him.

“Oras, go wash your hands, me and your dad are gonna prepare something warm for you.” Ink said, the little skeleton huffing and running off to the nearest bathroom. “You too, Aelis.”

Aelis followed her sister, running past her brother with another curious look on her face.

Error offered a brief glance, but didn't seem to question his sons little present, instead accompanying Ink to the kitchen across the living room, their soft talking kept mostly muffled to Axel, who was focusing on cleaning up the mess he'd made with all the stickers and glitter and other little decorations. He grabbed the trash can, throwing away his scraps and other unnecessary objects. Axel could hear his father walking over, standing over him with an intrigued glint in his eyes. “There must be something really special in that box.” He said, taking a second to help Axel put all the art supplies back into the boxes neatly and orderly.

Axel gave the box a little shake, the card, bracelet, and ring inside moving about. “Mom helped me write my friend a super special card to go along with a present I made with my strings!” He said happily, finishing putting the last items, some sticker sheets, into the arts and crafts boxes.

“Are you gonna give it to your friend today?” His dad asked, putting the boxes away on a nearby shelf.

“Yeah-” Axel declared, before pausing. Wait…

‘How… How am I supposed to get this to him? The whole point is that I can't see him, but I want to give this to him anyway. Why didn't I think about this before? Oh no…’ Axel thought, his face visibly darkening. Error noticed, the tall skeleton frowning. “What's wrong?” He asked.

“...Nothing…I just…uhm-” Axel hesitated, before an idea blinked in his head. He looked away, fidgeting nervously. “I'll tell you during food time!” He said, trying to wipe the sadness and anxiety off his face.

“Uhmmm, sure, kiddo.” Error said hesitantly, figuring he could trust his son enough and not press on the matter until he was ready.

The smell of warm soup and some sandwiches made Axel's soul flutter, his mouth watering at the thought of having a nice, warm meal after all that work. He noticed his sisters returning from their trip to wash their hands, looking to be talking. Axel would've paid attention, but he was too busy staring down at the gift in his hands. If he had skin his palms would be sweaty.

It felt like several hours went by with Axel blanking out, his whole consciousness entirely focused on the perfect little present in his hands. The boy knew his idea had a low chance of success, but..if his mom and dad were willing to hear him out, maybe…

“Axel?”

Maybe he could get them to-

“Axel!”

“Ah-” He yelped, snapping out of the little daze he'd put himself in. Axel hadn't even noticed Oras had walked over to him until he heard her call his name more than once to finally get his attention. “Y-Yeah?” He said to his younger sister, sounding distracted and a little uneasy. Oras gave him a little huff of exasperation. “I told you that the food is ready! Come onnnnn! You've been staring off randomly for the last…” She paused to count, “-Ten minutes!!” She finished in a lecturing tone.

“I was thinking!” Axel huffed, his sister dragging him by the scarf over to the kitchen where the rest of the family was already seated and served whatever food they wanted. “Okay, okay! I'm going! Stop pulling on my scarf!” He huffed, holding onto his gift for dear life as he was pulled against his will.

She finally let him go once they reached the table, the oldest plopping down next to her younger sister and digging into the warm chicken noodle soup served for her in a colorful bowl. Axel took a seat closer to his parents, looking down at the warm food on his plate. He would've eaten, but he knew he had to be brave and force out his question already. A few minutes went by of quiet eating and talking, mainly between the other's as Axel poked at his food, trying to distract himself and come up with the best way to ask, mainly his mom, his question and request.

“Axel?”

“Hm?” Axel said as his name was spoken, looking towards the one who called him; his dad. Error had a concerned frown on his look, mirroring Ink's own look of faint worry. “Are you gonna eat?” His father asked, gaining everyone else's attention.

Axel fumbled around with his scarf, looking away. “Yeah! Uhm… I just…wanted to ask…” He hesitated, before slowly bringing the little present out, setting it on the table. “I can't give this to the friend I have on my own…s-so I was wondering if you and mom could do it for me.” He asked shyly, fidgeting with his fingers.

“The orange boy we haven't seen in forever?” His older sister asked curiously. Error's frown deepened, “You're still thinking about that kid? I thought you'd move on from him.” The tall glitch said in exasperation, before sighing as he watched the look of pure sadness on Axel's face. “Listen, there's reasons why you can't visit him right now, he's somewhere far, faaaar away, and me and your mom aren't supposed to-”

“I promise we'll get it to him.” Ink said brightly.

“WH- honey please.” Error huffed, glitching with slight irritation, before his gaze softened at the pleading look on his son's face. Ink turned to look at him, eyes soft and optimistic. “Aww, come on Error, look at how much this means to him…” Ink pleaded, bumping against his shoulder in an affectionate manner.

“You know better than anyone the last time you interacted with that anomalies parents-” Error lectured, pausing as Ink and Axel gave him pleading faces, mainly Axel.

“Pleeaaaase?”

Error’s faces gained a tiny tint of blue. “Ugh, fine.” He grumbled.

“Yay!”

“Don't worry, I won't interact with them for more than ten minutes.” Ink said, taking the present from their son as he gave them a look of joy and appreciation, sighing in relief as he continued to eat.

“Oh you won't because I'm going with you, I'm not letting you get attacked again.” He mumbled quietly enough so that the other kids couldn't hear. Ink cringed, a nervous laugh coming from the smaller skeleton. “But we haven't seen him in years!” Oras cried out, swallowing a piece of the sandwich she was eating. “Why are you even doing this now?” She asked.

“Becoming 10- or 9 or whatever is big deal!” Axel huffed, before looking away, “It's his birthday…and I never was able to make anything that would actually reach him. I used to make little gifts that would lay around in my room or a floaty lamp I hoped would reach him but they never did…and ever since mom and dad said I should stop I just kind of forgot after all this time…” The glitchy skeleton said softly, feeling his mom give him a little head pat. “...I just want it to reach him in time.”

“We'll get it to him, me and your dad promise, right?” Ink asked, glancing up at Error.

“Don't get his hopes up…” Error mumbled before sighing, “We'll try, but let us eat first.” His dad said, a small smile on his face as he stared back at Ink.

“WHAAAT?” Axel cried out, his voice glitching.

Ink blinked in shock, “Eh- well you can't expect us to drop everything and go now- you gotta be patient.” They said teasingly.

Axel let out a groan, sitting back in his chair as Oras gave him a head pat. “Cheer up, Axolotl!” She said in a bubbly tone.

“Ouuughhh…” Axel mumbled, sitting back in his chair in defeat.

“Don't worry kiddo, we'll get it to him before the day ends.” Ink offered gently, a determined look on their face.

“If we can find him.” Error sighed, his arm wrapped around Ink's shoulders, earning an elbowing from his smaller spouse.

***

Aim moved through the pages in his book with incredible speed, his immersion and focus on the story being at its height as he neared the climax. The little boy sat on his bed, legs swaying back and forth as he turned another page. His Unclemare had given him a new load of books to read on his special day, and although Aim missed the way his uncle would sit with him and read the words out loud, this was fine all the same.

The taste of chocolate still lingered in his mouth from the slice of cake he'd cut on his own a few hours earlier. He'd heard from his parents about how birthdays were a time where those closest to you could come by and have a party and eat sweets to celebrate another year of your time alive. He…didn't exactly have many friends, but that didn't affect him as badly.

He had his fathers, his uncle, and when Nightmare had left, Killer, his other favorite ‘uncle’ to interact with had dropped by to give him presents and congratulate him. Reading books and playing and having fun wasn't so bad on his own, no matter how strange it felt seeing other kids playing with others on the rare times his dad's took him around other kids.

Aim had a whole stack of books left to read, all a wide variety of subjects. Some sci-fi, fantasy, historical fantasy, and even a little classic fairytale to spice things up a little. He hummed a little tune, quickly turning into a little whistle. He was happy his dad hadn't presented the idea of training him like last year. The thought of it made his focus cut away from the words on the page he was on.

No, he shouldn't think about that, especially when it was his big day. His parents were happy too, and that was good…so he needed to lighten up.

Aim blinked and shook his head, sighing in disappointment as he lost the spot he'd been reading, having to start all the way back up at the beginning of the page. The clock ticked quietly in his room as he finished the chapter he'd been reading, that excited investment finally back on his face.

There was the soft sound of some sort of glass shaking and moving next to his bed, starting off quiet and barely audible.

Aim turned his orange eye-lights to the sound after it got too loud to ignore. A glass container full of paint he kept for art purposes was shaken from the corner it was sitting in, one of the paint bottles inside rattling around quite unnaturally. The little boy stared in bewilderment and confusion, closing his book and sitting up. He grabbed the trembling glassware carefully, taking the lid off to get a better look at the paint bottle looking as if it was having a seizure.

“What…?”

Aim attempted to grab it, flinching as it magically jumped out of the container, landing on the floor with a hard smack. He fumbled, putting the glass container with all the other paints down, staring upon the still trembling and moving bottle. Did they have ghosts? Was there a ghost trapped in the bottle? He rubbed his eye a little, wondering if he was just seeing things.

…Nope, still moving-

BURST.

The paint bottle suddenly exploded, the green paint inside bursting out and somehow growing in size from the volume that was in the bottle initially. Aim let out a shocked cry as he watched the paint fall to the floor, coating a good portion of the floor an emerald green color. “Waaaaa! Oh no! The mess-” Aim cried out, rushing to go get a towel, before scurrying to a halt as the green paint began to…move?

The paint made soft ripples on the ground, little bubbles coming from its surface as it looked like something was…forming?

“Uhm…” Aim opened his mouth, but his confusion turned into shock once more as the paint suddenly shot up into two silhouettes, morphing with strange liquidly sounds until the paint melted off the strangers’ bodies.

“Oh good! Finally!” One of the…skeletons called with a light, high voice. The skeleton looked all too familiar, strange, multi-colored eyes and a signature splotch on the right cheek. Aim stared in shock, but noticed an even larger skeleton looming over them. He looked annoyed and disgusted with the paint on his body, strange blue streaks running down his face. Aim almost thought he was eternally crying.

“Ink hurry up-”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Aim screamed in fear, stepping back as there were two random adult skeletons in his room, one he knew all too well.

“Woah! Hi! Since been such a long time-”

“Leave me aloneeeee! I don't wanna be your friend you're mean!!!” Aim cried out, earning a confused look from the two skeletons before him. “Woah woah! Calm down! I'm not your Ink- or well, the one you know! I'm the cool one! Calm down-”

“Why are you in my room?!” Aim said, his nerves not calming down, trying to process what the slightly kinder looking Ink was saying. Hmmm…this didn't really look like the Ink he knew from his childhood, the one that had abducted him. That skeleton was scary, always having some weird unsettling feeling behind him whenever he spoke, as if his words or intentions weren't always clear in the end. Aim found that out very quickly, remembering the sting in his soul when his father grabbed him…

But this Ink… there was no maliciousness behind those eyes, in fact, their presence was strangely comforting, a sense of warmth surrounded them, and despite the obvious lack of natural feelings behind their eyes and very being, this felt more…genuine.

…Wait, when was the last time he met another version like this-

“Yeahhhh- haha sorry don't mind him.” Ink said, pointing at the scary and big skeleton standing behind them like a guard. “He's just here to make sure I don't get hurt again!” They said sheepishly. Aim had his hand on the door to his room, having been ready to sprint down the stairs and to his parents for help and safety. He halted, turning to look at them oh so slowly.

“...Again? W-What are you-”

“ANYWAY. Listen we don't really have enough time, so here-” Ink pulled out a little box from behind them. A little bow was on the top, carefully keeping the present closed. “We hope we're not too late, it is still your birthday, right-”

“AIM! Are you alright?!” A muffled voice came from downstairs, quickly rising as footsteps were heard approaching.

The man behind Ink tensed, “Ink let's go.” He said sternly, tugging on their scarf.

“Oh boy- okay listen- this is from someone who really wanted to give this to you! Please open it!” Ink said, handing the present to the little boy, although it was more of a toss. Aim barely managed to catch it, looking down at the little tag taped to the side of the box. For Aim only.

“Happy birthday and Merry Christmas! I hope you-”

“Ink!”

“I'm going!”

“Who is this- wait!” Aim cried out, hearing the sound of a portal of some sorts being opened. He turned around, watching as the taller skeleton jumped through the other side with them, leaving the paint mess on the floor. He tried to reach out, but the scary looking glitches made him hesitate. No, he needed to know who they were! Why did he feel a strange sense of deja vu he couldn't put his finger on.

“You can't just leave this here!” He shouted. , watching the portal close up, leaving the space around it back to how it was initially. Aim was left alone in silence, his emotions running wild. Confusion, fear, but part of him found things a little humorous, especially as the paint on the floor was left there. He was looking down at the gift with wonder, eye lights sparkling faintly the more his mind processed the information.

…Someone had given him a gift? Someone he couldn't remember or didn't know? Guilt filled his chest, maybe it was his uncle playing a prank, or his parents… ?

Aim yelped as his door was busted open, his parents looking tense and ready for battle.

All they saw was Aim holding a little present, and a puddle of green paint on the floor, soaking into the carpet the more seconds went by.

***

Aim looked down at the brand new, pretty bracelet in the box, the little ring tucked nice and close to it, a few decorative pieces of paper being stuffed inside to cushion everything. He held the little bracelet in his hand, eye lights large and full of silent, raw joy. On his nightstand were the remnants of an old bracelet, worn down through time but unforgotten.

He noticed a handmade card at the bottom of the box and carefully grabbed it, setting the box aside. It was cute and well made, little stickers and decorations littered the back and the front, everything from snowflakes to little peppermint stickers was sprinkled around. Glitter lines the border, and Aim couldn't help but let the excitement grow as he opened the card.

He saw a little drawing of a skeleton family in a big corner, before his eyes turned to the words written in neat handwriting. Aim's eyes widened.

Dear Aim,

My name is Axel! My mom is writing this for me because my grammar and handwriting isn't the best, so don't think it's mine! But I wanted to get you this because, well, it's your birthday, right? You may not remember me, but if you do, I want you to know that I enjoyed our short time together, and you made me feel, well, not weird. I tried giving you gifts before, but my mom says it isn't easy to get things for you, but If you're reading this that means they made it! I gave you a bracelet when I first met you, do you remember that? You were afraid of my mom but we took you back home and I made you a bracelet to make you feel better while they tried to find your home! Well, five year old me had terrible skills, so I wanted to remake it as a way to show I still remember you and want to meet you again, even if it's been forever. Sorry none of my other gifts from previous years made it to you, I promise I'll try to get more for you next year if you can respond somehow.

I asked my mom if we could invite you for Christmas next year, but your parents have to say yes, so PRETTY PLEASE ask them! Please don't forget about me :[ I miss you a lot. Can we be friends again, even if we might have changed?

From,

Axel

P.S. I luv you and Merry Christmas!!! Please visit next year!

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Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

Oras, Axel, and Aelis belong to me

Thank you Zu for creating such an adorable little man^^

#undertale au #utmv #sanscest #aim!sans #post dark cream #ink sans #error sans #axel #oras #aelis #ari writing #so sorry its so late! D:

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