#i'll sleep in a bit i need Some rest at least >< it's nearly 6 am.... oh my god good night

[sethsclearwater]

Could you do a fic for Paul in which reader never has been in a healthy relationship so now she's getting used to the gentleness that comes with our boy Paul. How do you think he would be with her?

Btw I love all your fics💖

thank you!! 🥺🤍

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you were woken up by your imprinter's warm touch on your arm, gently squeezing the muscle to wake you up, "hey princess," paul murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

you let out a soft groan, blearily knuckling at your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more, "need you to get up for me real quick," he said softly and you frowned, not sure what he meant as you rolled over onto your other side so you were facing him.

despite the fact that it was clearly still the middle of the night based on the darkness in your room, you were able to make out his features, "'s wrong?" you asked softly, still trying to knock the fatigue out of your system as you asked your question.

paul offered you a soft smile, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "you jus' started your period is all," he explained and you frowned, looking down to see that there was a small blood stain on the sheets from when you must've started your period earlier in the night.

"oh i'm sorry-" you murmured, quickly sitting up so you could change the sheets for him but paul stopped you, sliding his hand over your hip so he could gently tug you back down.

"'s not your fault," paul reassured, "i think i have some tampons in the bathroom somewhere if you want one," he added and you slowly nodded, blushing as you peeked up at him.

in your previous relationship, your ex was beyond disgusted with you when you bled through the sheets, making you clean everything up while he went to go sleep on the couch. so paul having the complete opposite attitude was a welcome surprise to say the least.

"thank you," you whispered after a moment of processing his words and paul just offered you a smile, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

he offered your hip a soft squeeze before he was getting back up and you followed shortly after, letting out a quiet whimper when you felt the all too familiar cramps begin to plague your abdomen.

"cramps?" he asked softly as he came around the bed to squat in front of you, taking your hands into his while he waited for your response.

you nodded, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths while you waited for them to subside enough for you to get up. after a moment, you opened your eyes again and paul gently squeezed your hands, "i should have some midol in the bathroom if you want to take that," he suggested and you nodded, taking your hands out of his so you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight hug.

paul just let out a breathy laugh, hugging you back, "you're doing great princess," he reassured, pressing a kiss to your temple before you gently released your grip on him so he could slide his hands down to rest on your thighs.

"you wanna get some new pajamas and i'll go find the midol?" he asked, standing back up when you nodded and taking your hands into his so he could help you up.

while you grabbed a pad out of your bag and got changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, paul went into the bathroom on a hunt for the spare midol he apparently kept lying around.

you padded over to the bathroom after a moment, the light from the bathroom taking you a moment to adjust to before you saw paul pulling out a box of the infamous midol from the cabinet.

he looked over his shoulder when he saw you, offering you a small smile when he saw how shy you looked despite the fact that you two had been dating for nearly 6 months now. you slid your hands around your waist in a weak attempt to dull the cramps in your abdomen.

"here you go," he said softly, handing you one of the midol pills and your hydroflask that you lugged around with you everywhere. you offered him a small smile, taking the pill and swallowing it with a sip of water, "why don't you go lay down in the living room for a little bit while i get the sheets in the washer?" he asked, smiling as you stepped closer to him so you could rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist.

he kissed the crown of your head, gladly hugging you back. the two of you stood there for a few moments, just relaxing in each other's embrace before you felt your cramps flaring up again and realized you needed to lay back down.

as you let out a quiet whimper, paul slid his hands down to your lower back, gently kneading at the muscles there for a moment before he was releasing his grip on you so you could head into the living room.

while you went and laid down on the pullout couch in the living room, paul quickly got the sheets off the bed and into the washing machine.

when he came into the living room, he let out a quiet laugh to himself when he saw you already sleeping on the pullout couch with your favorite blanket thrown haphazardly across your figure.

he quickly got onto the bed with you, the squeaking from the mattress waking you back up just enough to roll over so you were curled into his chest.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote blurb #paul lahote fluff #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight imagine #twilight wolves #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolves imagine #imagine #blurb #fluff

[illicitlimerence-writes]

foolproof | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x actress!reader word count: 2.5k words prompt: letter t: tree. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. warnings: language maybe, chaotic!charles (as usual) a/n: (i was watching the hawkeye season finale and the new mclaren challenge as i wrote this) day twenty! omg i can't believe i'm almost done with this. huuuuge thank u to bestie @spideyanakin for the ideas for this fic, without you this wouldn't have happened.

my masterlist / christmas alphabet masterlist

(pleeease he looks so done with life lmao)

december 16th, 2021.

'the charles leclerc foolproof guide to the perfect christmas.'

step 1: get a tree. step 2: decorate said tree and the rest of the apartment. step 3: get presents and wrap them. step 4: prepare dinner. step 5: put the dinner in the oven. step 6: eat, open presents and go to sleep.

simple as that, he thought as he nodded his head, re-reading the words he wrote in his notes app.

-

at least it's decorated, charles thought as he stared at the screaming combination of colors on your christmas tree, if you could even call it a tree, in the living room of your apartment.

meanwhile, you were on your way home from doing some last-minute reshoots for a movie you were filming.

you'd been gone the past two weeks, taking a plane the day after the abu dhabi gp, leaving charles in charge of picking a tree and decorating it once he arrived in monaco.

-

"i'll be back the morning of the 24th," you caressed his cheek as you felt his arms tightening around you. "i don't want to leave but-"

"it's okay, ma cherie, i understand. i'll make sure everything is perfect by the time you come home," he assured you, you smiled as you hugged him.

"i'm going to miss you," you pouted.

"i'll miss you too, but i promise to give you the best christmas ever,"

"i can't wait," you smiled.

-

"hi, my love," charles said when you picked up the phone. you'd just finished shooting for the day and were in your trailer taking off your makeup.

"hey, mon beau," you grinned as you held a cotton pad to your eyelid. "how's everything going?" you asked, seeing charles' tired eyes.

"all good, i miss you." he sighed.

"i miss you more. but hey, just three more days until we see each other again," you bit your lip.

"ye- wait, three?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at the date on his phone.

"yeah. why? you don't want me to come home anymore?" you joked.

"what? of course i do! i just- you've been gone for so long that all the days have started to blur together into one," he rambled.

"aww, charles," you cooed. "i miss you so much, my love. just three more days. and we'll be together again."

"three days," he repeated, nodding his head in reassurance.

-

"hi, excuse me, i need a christmas tree," charles smiled at the man in front of him, who looked at him with an annoyed expression.

he was telling the truth when he said all days were blurring together, so much so that he'd completely forgotten to buy the christmas tree, or decorate, or go shopping for the christmas dinner. so, there he was, two days before christmas, looking at the nearly deserted open space where just a week ago it had been full of families buying the perfect tree, now he could only see the roots of the trunks.

"take your pick, kid," the man pointed to the trees around them. "this is all we've got," charles' face fell as he looked around.

"but- there's only like five trees to choose from," he panicked, looking at the hideous trees in front of him. his heartbeat sped up as he walked to them, inspecting each of them. "are you sure you don't have more?" he asked, desperate.

"christmas is in two days, all the good trees are long gone." the man said.

"do you know where i can find some more trees?" charles asked.

"you can go to the woods about two miles that way and pick your own," he pointed. "but unless you're carrying a chainsaw with you-" the man shook his head.

"oh, my god," charles' eyes widened as he put his hands in his face. "fine, i-" he inspected the trees in front of him. "i'll take that one," he pointed to the prettiest one of the bunch. it was a deep green with thick branches, it wasn't as tall, and it had some gaps between the branches, but with the right decorations, he could make it work, plus, the tree had already been cut, he didn't want it to go to waste.

"you sure?" the man asked.

"yeah?" it was more of a question.

"fine," the man shrugged, grabbing a rope and wrapping it around the tree. "where's your car, kid?" the man offered to carry the tree.

"uh, there," charles cursed at himself, this tree was going to ruin the paint of his black ferrari. he side-eyed the man next to him, grabbing his phone.

"first time getting a tree?" he asked, charles nodded as he called his brother. "you'll learn in time," he patted charles' shoulder.

after paying for the tree and scowling at arthur's roaring laughter as he saw the tree charles had picked, charles gave his younger brother the keys to his car as the young leclerc passed him the keys to their mom's van.

"if you even think about going over the speed limit-"

"yeah, i know." arthur rolled his eyes, having heard this speech about a hundred times.

charles struggled to get the tree into the elevator of his building, somehow, the needles started falling, leaving a trail of green that led to his apartment. when he finally set it down in a corner he'd cleared earlier that day, the tree fell down.

"no, no, no!" he muttered as he pulled it up, holding it with one hand as he leaned down to see what was wrong.

they didn't cut it in a straight line. he rushed to find something, anything to help stabilize the tree, settling for a small, scale model of his car. he sighed in relief, plopping down on the couch as he stared at all the mess he'd made. he'd take care of it tomorrow.

-

a loud ringing woke him up, his neck sore as he sat with his back straight. he looked around frantically, looking for his phone. he found it between the cushions, a small knot of nerves in his stomach as he read your name.

"i'm coming home today!" you yelled excitedly.

"wh-what?" he said, with his phone to his ear.

"we finished earlier, my plane leaves in like three hours!" you said. "wait, why is your screen black?" you asked, and only then did charles notice that it was a video call.

"sorry," he said as he held the phone up to show his face.

"did you sleep on the couch?" you squinted, looking at the red lines on charles' face, from having his face against the pillow for so long.

"yeah i uh- i was exhausted last night and just-" he shrugged. eyeing the tree in front of him. it looked worse than it did yesterday.

"what's wrong? why are you making that face?" you giggled at his adorable frown.

"hmm? no- nothing. all's good. how was shooting today?" he changed the subject. you talked about your day, the scenes you'd shot and the farewell party the studio threw for everyone. after about thirty minutes, you had finished packing everything and were ready to go to the airport and finally reunite with charles. "i can't wait to see you," you bit your lip. "and the house! i want to see what you've done to the apartment, and the tree," you giggled.

"oh, you... you've got no idea what i've done," he looked around, seeing only the mess he'd made and the ugliest tree to ever exist.

"i can't wait! i have to go now, i'll see you later, my love!" you grinned as he gave you a small smile.

"take care, amour. let me know when you're on your way home," you nodded at his words.

"i will, bye love!" you blew him a kiss as he waved goodbye at you.

"bye!" he sighed as the call disconnected and he saw his lockscreen. a picture of you two last christmas, standing in front of the tree at the rockerfeller center in new york. he knew how much you loved christmas, and a sense of determination filled his veins.

yes, maybe the tree was kind of ugly, but that was the whole point of it! to decorate it and dress it up nicely with sparkly lights and flashy ornaments. he stood up, hyping himself up like he would on a race day.

he grabbed all the boxes with ornaments and began working. first, the lights, then the colorful tinsel and baubles. sure, maybe it wasn't one of those color-coordinated trees you saw nowadays on instagram or pinterest, but charles was having the time of his life setting everything up. he decided to wait until you got home so you could put the star up together.

charles took a step back, admiring his work. there might've been a few too many ornaments, but the more, the merrier, he thought. feeling proud of himself and wanting to keep his mojo, he ran to the kitchen and started looking for the ingredients to prepare dinner. his 'race day' playlist played from his speakers as he stirred the food in the pan.

after that was done, he threw everything in the guest bedroom and hoped you wouldn't notice cleaned everything up as he began hanging mistletoe over the doors, placing all the decorations you'd bought throughout the years. by the time he finished, the sun had gone down, his stomach was grumbling and he felt sweaty and gross from running around the apartment all day.

you dragged your suitcase, grabbing your key as you reached your front door. you could hear music coming from inside, smiling to yourself as you recognized his favorite song for when he had to work out or do any physical activity.

"charles?" you called, turning down the volume of the music. "babe?" you said, steps faltering as you looked around your living room. you eyed the christmas tree, which looked like someone had just poured all of the contents of the ornament boxes over the tree, or if someone had been blindfolded and just hoped for the best.

you loved it.

over the years christmas had become something so stressful, so banal, as everyone wanted everything to be perfect, instead of just enjoying the process of doing all of this with the ones you loved.

you heard soft humming coming from your bedroom, so you rushed there, calling his name as you opened the door.

"charles!" you said, running to him, you wrapped your legs around him, jumping in his arms. "i missed you so much!" you said as you pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

"i missed you too, mon amour, so much," he said, you moved his hair away from his face, still wet from the shower he'd just had. "how was shooting? is it finished?" he asked, you nodded excitedly.

"yes, it's all done. we just got confirmation that the movie comes out in april!" you said as you climbed down from his arms, wrapping your arms around his middle as you hugged him, "i'm sorry i wasn't here to help you decorate and stuff, i loved everything. it feels so... you," you said, smiling brightly at him.

"really? you liked it?" he asked shyly, you nodded your head as you held both of his hands in yours.

"of course! it shows that you had fun setting everything up, and the tree, i never would've even thought about getting that type of tree, but you made it work! and the car holding it up... i think it represents how your love for racing keeps everything in your life in place, you know?" you dragged him to the living room as you both admired his hard work.

"yeah. you're right," he felt confident as he took in what you'd just said. "plus, they'd already cut the tree, i didn't want it to just, go to waste, you know?" he said.

"wow, i didn't know you were suddenly an activist, maybe next year we can help seb with that bee hotel!" you said, sitting down on the couch and pulling him down with you.

"y-yeah, that would be nice," he said, he never thought such random coincidences could lead to that much happiness for you and pride for him.

"i'm so proud of you," you kissed his cheek. "maybe you should be in charge of decorating every year," you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as you looked back at him.

"you know what? yes, i would love to," he nodded. "i didn't like the way this turned out at first, but i just realized that there was something missing,"

"what?"

"you. just your presence adds so much light and happiness to the place." he said, standing up. "come here, i want you to put on the star," he offered his hands to you, which you took with teary eyes.

"baby," you cooed, smiling. you grabbed the star you'd been using for the past few years, only this time, there was a cutout picture with your faces on it. you laughed as you watched it. "this is perfect," you leaned into his side.

"go on, put it on." he encouraged you. the tree was so short that you just had to stand on your tiptoes to reach the top. once the star was on, charles plugged the lights in, and everything came to life.

"i love it! i love you," you held his face in your hand, thumbs playing with his dimples as charles leaned in to kiss you.

"i love you more, mon amour," he said.

you admired the tree for a few minutes in silence, too lost in your thoughts.

"charles?" you asked as a thought popped into your head. he hummed, encouraging you to reply. "why was your mom's van in your parking spot?" you looked up at him, feeling as he tensed around you.

"i uh- needed it to pick up the tree," he gave you a small smile.

"and she's been driving your ferrari ever since?" you asked, if there was something he loved more than anything in the world you, it was his precious car.

"well... you see... i wasn't lying when i said that everyday felt the same and that i'd been losing track of time, so..."

"what?" you asked, frowning.

"i only got the tree last night," he smiled sheepishly.

"so... you did all this today?" you looked around at everything around you.

"well... you seemed so excited on the phone that...i don't know, i didn't... want to ruin it," he shrugged, you leaned your head to the side, your heart melting inside.

"oh, charles, you are the sweetest thing ever," you kissed him again, feeling him smiling into the kiss. "you always find new ways to make me love you more," you smiled at him.

"i even made a list, 'the charles leclerc foolproof guide to the perfect christmas'." he said.

"and did it work?"

"i did everything in the wrong order," he grumbled, making you laugh.

"maybe next year?" you raised an eyebrow.

"yeah, next year," he laughed.

the tree might not have been the prettiest, biggest, but it was decorated with love, and that was all that mattered.

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Sindria's Prophet #11

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[AO3]

*edited so the images are better

"... At least until we can get you to your room. You need to wake up before they ring the bell."

'What's goin' on..?' Why was my shoulder shaking?

"Is Mori okay?”

The sound of my nickname snapped me into consciousness. I pushed myself up and hummed in question. When I opened my eyes it took me a moment to adjust to the bright light. Everyone was standing in front of a gate.

"Did you sleep well?"

Why did this world have three suns? Wait. Two were Sinbad's eyes. That checks out.

I nodded with another hum. I wasn't able to form words yet, and even if I could I would have lost access from waking up to such a beautiful sight.

I missed his response since I was still half asleep, but I did hear Ja'far repeating his words from earlier.

"Please, try to stay awake for a little while. When we step through, they will ring the bell to announce Sin's arrival home. We didn't want you waking up from the shock."

I had to repeat his words in my mind to hold onto them.

"Oh. Thank you for waking me."

Even with their best efforts I didn't have enough time to get clear headed before the bell was rang to announce the return of the King. I ended up jolting anyway.

I was glad to still be on Aladdin's flying turban. I couldn't focus if my life depended on it. I had some energy since I had just been resting and I was still mostly numb from sleep so my aches and pains weren't affecting me yet. After being sick for so long, I was in serious need of serotonin, so I couldn't shake the waves of excitement building in me as I realized I really was in Sinbad's Palace. It's one thing to read about something and another to actually experience it. I knew I had said I would see a doctor as soon as I arrived, but I couldn't stop myself from going into full geek mode and just wanting to look around.

In other words, I was a weak, energetic, space cadet without a filter -prime condition to make an idiot and/or nuisance of myself- if I couldn't find something to force me to "sober" up and start masking.

---

~POV Sin~

Horns announced the King's return to his Palace as the group walked through its gate. Many of the guards and civil servants present gave their welcome. The looks of awe on his guests' faces as they walked through the entrance to the court yard boosted Sinbad's already large ego.

Alibaba's and Aladdin's excitement had started to wane after walking so long, but Mori had the same look she wore when she first got on the ship. Now that Sinbad had seen her like that before, he knew better than to try to engage her in something she wasn't already thinking about. It was a lot like dealing with Yamuraiha after the magicians made a breakthrough. But that didn't mean he wouldn't still try to tease her if he had the opportunity; he'd just have to try a different method.

It was a bit of a relief to see Mori so energetic after the previous night. He would still have the doctors sent to her asap though.

Given how important his guests were, Sinbad decided to escort them, himself, to the Green Sagittarius Tower. Placing the 3 kids in the guest tower was a given since they hadn't agreed to any partnerships yet. The Purple Leo Tower was where Sinbad and his most trusted lived; as much as he wanted to move Mori in there with them immediately, Sinbad knew it would be better to wait until the others learned to trust her, so his Prophet was going to have to stay in the Green Sagittarius Tower for now. This would also give them more time to prepare her permanent room.

Ja'far raised his voice slightly to get all of the guests' attention as he explained a little about the Tower. Masrur took his cue to leave. The Fanalis raised his hand in a half hearted wave as he turned away from the group and started to walk away. The King watched one General leave as he heard the other lead his guests into the Tower.

It was his time to head off too. The rest of his Generals that had been left at home would be showing up to greet him -there was a lot to catch up on. As Sinbad had started to leave, the waves encouraged him to look back at the guest tower. Mori was standing watching him instead of following Ja'far. She had her bag in her arms instead of on her back.

"Is something wrong?"

"I know I should go rest and wait for a doctor, but," she looked at him with an odd expression -like she was seeing through him, "the waves keep pointing me that way." She pointed at the direction he was going.

She was right. The waves would have her follow him

instead of Ja'far.

"It's Drakon!" Mori gasped and her eyes grew. She gave a small laugh to herself. "The first Household Member is the first to show up."

Sure enough, the only member of Sinbad's Household that had fully assimilated with his Djinn's power had entered the court yard.

If she had this much energy and the waves wanted her out here then it should be fine. "Would you like to meet him now?"

Mori looked up at him shocked and expectant. "Is that okay???” It was like he was the center of her world in that moment.

"As long as you feel up to it." This was a good feeling.

She squeezed her bag in her arms. Mori seemed to become like a clingy child when she was unwell. If he had told her to go rest would she have begged him to stay and clung to him like she had before?

Her eyes grew determined. "I will have energy for about an hour. I'll go rest when I start to wear out, and I will ask for help if I need it -you don't have to remind me." Was she this direct because she was sick?

Drakon's deep voice came from behind Sinbad. "Welcome home, my friend."

The King turned to face his General. "It's good to be back."

"How did things end in Balbadd? When we heard about you loosing your metal vessels we got a little worried but it looks like you got them back." He laughed at the end. Drakon knew better than most that his King always manages to come out on top no matter what happens to him. He stiffened slightly. "Hmm? Who's this?” The General noticed Mori before Sinbad had a chance to answer his other questions.

Time for introductions then. "Drakon, this is Mori. She's the prophet I told Yam about." The King gestured towards her.

Mori put her bag down and when she stood up she had full composure. She offered a hand to the General. "It's an honor to meet you, Drakon. I read all about you when I read Fate." If Sinbad didn't know any better he would have no idea Mori had nearly died of fever only a few hours ago -she only looked tired. She was much better at acting than he expected. How long could she hide it though?

Drakon looked more dragon than man now making most uneasy around him, yet Mori didn't seem scared of him at all. Was it because she was hiding it or because she had read Fate? Actually, there was a strange glint in her eyes he couldn't place.

"Oh?” Drakon took her up on the handshake she offered. It was rare for someone not to flinch upon seeing him for the first time; Mori was definitely making a good first impression. "I must admit that I'm curious about this ability of yours."

The glint in Mori's eye grew into a full sparkle.

Their handshake didn't sit right with King Sinbad.

When their hands released, Mori put her hands in her pockets like she often did.

"Would you like an example?" Her smile didn't give anything away. "Before you were shipped out to Baal's Dungeon you tried to be noble and charming to Serendine but she responded by talking about how you followed her around 'like a baby duck' when you were little. Then she made you promise not to die." The waves were building around Mori again.

Serendine must have really said that. Drakon might not look human anymore, but Sinbad could still read his friend's expressions plain as day. Drakon was shocked by the first thing she said, and she was only just starting. Mori really was amazing.

"I know! Let me show you what I've got copied down so far" Mori squat down to her bag. She pulled out and opened a scroll, "Yeah. This one." She stood up with the scroll in hand and swayed a bit on the way up -she couldn't hide her condition fully.

Mori stepped between the King and his General, and turned so they were all facing the same direction. She raised the scroll so it would be easier to see. "Honestly, I had some other things to write down before I could start copying down Fate. I didn't start this until getting onto the ship, so please excuse the sloppiness."

Mori's handwriting looked rushed, like she couldn't get all of this out fast enough. Sinbad had barely gotten to start reading before she continued unrolling to reveal a detailed illustration of a family of three.

"That's-!" It was Sinbad and his parents when he was little.

Drakon glanced at his King, "Sin, are those people your parents?"

"Yup." Mori responded without looking up. "He looks a lot like Badrr, doesn't he?"

Back in Balbadd, Mori had said that she had read his life from his birth to his death, but it was different seeing undeniable proof.

She scrolled past more text and past another illustration and didn't stop until she got to a drawing of child Drakon following Serendine just like she had described. Mori continued scrolling through her work, and each image brought on more comments. There was an illustration of Sinbad meeting Yunan which she gratefully skipped past, a few of inside Baal and one from when Sinbad killed the Abare Narwhal in place of-

"Is this one of me? I look so young!!" The Imuchakk towered over all of them.

Mori whipped her head up. "Hinahoho?!" She wobbled from her quick movement. Sinbad placed a hand at her back to steady her; Mori didn't even react to his hand, instead she put all of her weight on it so she could stare up at the man behind them for a moment. That excited smile spread across her face. "Hello! It's nice to meet you. Please call me Mori."

Sinbad had purposefully gestured for Hina to stay quiet when he came up behind them so as not to distract Mori, but this was fine too.

"So this is where you went!" Ja'far came back from getting the three kids settled into their room.

Mori's smile was unwavering as she stood back on her own, unrolled the scroll to the next image and flipped it around for Ja'far to see. "We just got to your entrance. Care to join us?"

"Lady Prophet, I know you slept on your way here, but you were barely able to get off the ship before you had to lay down. Did you forget you're sick??"

Both Generals that had been looking at the scroll murmured questions about Mori's condition while the Prophet said nothing. At least Ja'far's words would have explained who Mori was for Hinahoho.

Ja'far's eyes wandered to the scroll in Mori's hands; his shoulders jolted when he realized what he was looking at. "Is that me??” He stepped closer to get a better look. After studying the image he looked up at the person holding it. "Did you make this?"

"Yes and yes."

The Prophet and the youngest General present watched each other for an opening.

Mori broke their silence. "I will go rest when I finish showing this scroll. We are almost done anyway."

Ja'far sighed. "Fine." He walked up next to Sinbad to join the group. Even if he tried to deny it, he couldn't fully hide his interest. "What is this scroll you've made?"

Mori turned

the scroll back around so the rest were able to see an image of when Ja'far attacked Sinbad in his sleep back when he was still an assassin. "Since I'm Sindria's Prophet now, I am copying down Fate so it will be easier to keep in order than thinking about it. This is just a draft though. After I have everything written down I'll go back and make it better."

That explanation was perfectly timed as two more Generals had join the group from behind -not that Mori seemed to notice.

Next was an image of Hina in a cave being surrounded by insects.

"Hold on. I never told anyone about that."

Mori stopped scrolling at Hinahoho's comment.

"What is this?" Sinbad asked his General.

But it was Mori who answered. "When Hinahoho first entered Valefor's Dungeon he was swarmed by Blooderflies."

"'Blooderflies?'" All six repeated back at her.

"Butterflies that drink blood," she explained confidently. When none of them responded she tensed. Sinbad could see her turn a little pink as she said to herself, "I thought it was a clever name."

"I think it's hilarious!" Pisiti said before breaking into giggles.

Mori jolted, "It's Pisti this time!" and started to look around for the source of the voice. She spotted the Artemyran that was shorter than herself and the man standing behind her. "And Sharkkan!”

Sinbad could see Yamuraiha and Spartos in the distance. As soon as they were all introduced he'd have Mori head to bed -end of the scroll or not; the waves from earlier would be reaching their peak soon and she had almost fell over twice already. Of course, he wouldn't mind catching her again, but he didn't want her pushing herself in her current condition.

The cocky prince had his hands on his hips. "Are you really a Prophet or our biggest fan?"

"Maybe I'm both," Mori answered with a smile. Her face was a little red.

Was she flirting with Sharkkan??

"That so?" Sharkkan smirked and leaned between Drakon and Hinahoho to get a closer look at her. "When they said there was a real prophet I was expecting some old hag, not a cutie like you."

Mori's eyes dilated and she gave a small gasp. Seeing Mori get embarrassed from compliments was something that Sinbad normally enjoyed, but this time it put a bad taste in his mouth. And did Sharkkan have to get so close to her?

Mori clearly agreed since she attempted to step away from the flirtiest of the Eight Generals. She must have forgotten about her own bag though, as she tripped over it and fell backwards right into Sinbad's arms.

Mori didn't try to stand back up at all. She looked up at the King and after a moment she hid her face behind the scroll she was holding. ”I-I am not a klutz!”

"Oh?" Sinbad smiled down at her. This was much better. "Then did you intentionally fall-”

Mori clapped a hand over his mouth. "No! Shut up! I blame you for this!” She pulled the scroll into her chest, but it unrolled anyway. She was doing a poor job of hiding her enjoyment of his teasing.

He laughed into her hand and she went quiet. Her blush started traveling down her neck since her face couldn't contain it all. This was a much stronger reaction than he normally got from her. He was clearly the only one that could pull such cute expressions out of Mori. Sinbad kissed the palm hiding his lips, and when she pulled it back to herself with an "Ah!" he knew he had to tease her more.

"Are you saying you're really swooning for me then, my Beautiful Prophet?"

"I-!" Mori couldn't bring herself to deny it and pulled the scroll back up to her face. She still wasn't trying to stand on her own or leave his arms.

"That's a good atmosphere."

*Whistles*

"You don't think ...?"

"OH MY-!"

See? No one could seduce a woman better than he could.

Mori finally found her rebuttal. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to be surrounded by your waves near constantly??"

He hadn't thought about that. Mori's waves were constantly opening new paths for Fate to flow. They have felt advantageous and that they would help him reach his goals. He wanted to keep her close to see what other changes she would make. And of course he had felt that she was going to live out the rest of her life in Sindria. But what did his waves feel like to her?

She looked up at him as angry as she was embarrassed. "I only slipped on the ramp and just now, and-and fell off of the bowsprit last night, because your waves crashed into me!”

That caught him off guard. "You knew it was me last night?"

"YES!" Mori's voice cracked at the end; she was still recovering so all this talking must have been wearing her out. "You're the only one who's waves feel like this." She broke eye as she got to the end.

Mori could identify him from his waves? There were certain people who's waves stood out to him as well -like hers-, but Sinbad was still not used to anyone else being able to feel the waves. This meant that he had kept quiet for nothing. It also meant that Mori had clung to him knowing who he was -maybe she wouldn't have accepted comfort from just anyone.

Her voice was almost inaudible. "When I realized it was you I was relieved. I've gotten hurt in the past when I was sick because I was alone so, ... thank you for taking care of me."

Just like when he had first learned that Mori could feels the waves, he was happy he was already holding her. He wanted to pull her closer like he had last time as well.

Yam let out a gasp while landing.

"WAIT!" Ja'far had been about to cut in to stop their antics anyway, but this was a completely different issue. "Mori, can you feel the waves of Fate like Sin??"

The King and the Prophet both stared at Ja'far for a few moments before answering in unison, "Yes."

((Hey everybody. Pretty sure you can guess why this chapter took so long. I just really wanted to draw so much of this chapter in comic form UwU Also, a bunch of life things got in the way. Now that everything is opening back up I can't work from home anymore. I'm very sensitive to the heat so I have to rest and cool down after each drive which really cuts into the time I have each day. -_-

Ja'far stared in disbelief at his King. "Sin, you knew?? Are you sure?"

With the mood completely ruined Sinbad helped Mori stand up properly. She grabbed his sleeve to keep herself steady and he left his arm around her waist just in case.

All of Sinbad's Generals -sans Masrur who had already left- were watching him. Mori had many abilities that made her extremely valuable, but they also made her a prime target to any of their enemies. The more her value is known the bigger the target on her will be, and Mori wasn't a fighter. Sinbad had already told all of them that Mori was a Prophet since she had already made that skill known to others, and it was something he wanted to use -there was no way he could hide it. His Generals had kept the fact that he could feel the waves a secret this whole time, so they would be able to keep her secret as well.

"Mori can definitely feel the waves of Fate. But you should know it is different from her ability as a prophet." He figured he should clear that up before they asked. Sinbad didn't know how they were different, but he had enough information to know they were.

Mori's voice was a little horse and on the weak side. "Since King Sinbad and Ja'far eavesdropped on my conversation with Aladdin there's no reason to hide it."

The King and his partner in crime froze. SHE KNEW HE HAD SPIED ON HER. Did his waves give him away?

Mori continued, "I can only read the Fates of realities that I am not currently in. It's not the same as different planets; It's a different universe with different rules." She rolled up the scroll while explaining. "The one I came from doesn't have Rukh, magoi, magic, or Djinn, but we did have 1500 to 2000 more years of scientific development compared to this world-" She was cut off by a short coughing fit.

Sinbad looked down at Mori. She was getting worse by the second. It was most likely fever and not embarrassment making her cheeks red in this moment. "It seems I've pushed you too hard while you are still recovering. My apologies." It was time to send the prophet to bed. He pulled at her waist lightly. "Let's get you to your room so you can rest."

Mori shook her head. "I have one more thing I want to say first."

"Fine." If it wasn't for the look in her eyes he would have refused her.

Mori's voice was getting worse so she had to take breaks in her speech. "I don't know what caused me to slip from my reality into this one, but I'm here now ... I fully intend to use my knowledge to help this world... But since I can't read this world's Fates anymore, I don't know how my changes will affect things..." She gripped the scroll like a life line. "As much as I'd like to answer the questions you all must have now... my voice is really starting to hurt, so I'd like to go rest."

Sinbad sighed. "Of course." It was a tough note to leave on, but her health came first. They'd have plenty of time to talk once she was better.

On a side note, I will be drawing Storpas (lol) in the next chapter. Don't worry, I didn't forget him.

It will probably be another 2 weeks or so before I finish the next chapter since I have less time to work on it now.))

#sindria's prophet #magi prophet fanfic #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad #magi fanart #magi fanfiction #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc #magi fan comic

[mowu-moment]

i feel controversial & i care too much, so here's my des rocs complete tierlist

ranked list & reasoning (ish) under the cut

1. WAYNE: hoholy shit wayne. can hardly put into words how explosive this one is to me. the intro sets a Whole Mood before swiftly (& cleanly) smacking it down into an Absolute Banger and i don't use the term lightly. very hard not to scream along with it. only detriment is that wayne the person is kinda an ass in the mmc video but that's no qualm

2. POS: basically the same thing as wayne (oh both have great lyrics btw, this one more so), only gets points knocked for being 2 minutes long and having 30 seconds of that being intro & outro. go danny give us nothing

3. WHY WHY WHY: there's a theme among my top picks--they're all hard-hitting w/ killer guitar. the lyrics are absolute batshit in a good way, but the chorus is a lil flat & i feel like in general it just needed a touch more spice to score the top spot. or maybe it's just seniority & it'll have a coup a few months out idk

4. DEAD RINGER: similar killer guitar & lyrics but this one is Groovy as Hell. don't particularly like his singing in this one & it's too repetitive if i'm feeling grumpy but there's something so magic about after the bridge. top 10 songs to twirl a flag to

5. NOTHING PERSONAL: the minute long outro irks me & it's a little bit empty but plays into that well. groovy, great lyrics, the Sexiest Guitar Solo of the lot, the screaming's a minus but it does have an emotion there. not entirely sure what one but it's there.

6. LET ME LIVE / LET ME DIE: his first time being all over the goddamn place, history was made. amazing guitar, a little worse lyrics than 1-4 i'll admit, the intro Slays me both in a good and bad way. must be a joy to play live where he can just drag out that intro & bridge as long as feels right. at least i liked it in the digital concert like that. would actually kill me in a physical concert, imagine how much stomping gets going to that beat. bonus points for presumable cowbell

7. PIECES: for once not this high for the guitar & lyrics, they're both kinda basic. idk what's about this one but it just takes me to a separate dimension & i love it so much for that. really fills those earholes. also a bit of personal meaning, heard it for the first time on the day we moved into the house i'm currently split-custody-living in (is that tmi?) & the first music video of his i saw. man i love some spaghetti on the wall

8. SLO: basically the same as dead ringer, but knocked points for a kinda lame outro & the subject matter being a little less interesting to me. still lovely.

9. HANGING BY A THREAD: not my normal fare really & the way that the ends of the verses don't really fit in the pacing of them is bleh, but it's just so reminiscent of the songs my brother puts on whenever we hang out together that it just makes me all warm & fuzzy. it's also nicely put together which is something i'll have to start saying for. the later list.

10. SUICIDE ROMANTICS: this is where i start griping about head voice & higher pitches in general. don't like em so the pre-chorus is a lil annoying. also not my normal fare but it's tender & the ending is awe-striking. imo better live where he's loud on that last line before the final chorus. not enough to bump it up though. shoutouts to love and a smoking gun, i still am dying to hear that one

11. THE PAST HAS PASSED AWAY: my favorite lyrics out of the first 2 ep's. only thing wrong with it really is the bridge getting kinda repetitive. love that last chorus heehoo. same schpeel as the Banger Category

12. MMC: this one's lower than the rest of the Bangers for being pop punk which is something the radio has made me dislike, i guess. that trope with the guitar in the second half of the chorus just kills me so much. improves greatly during & after the bridge, love that lil ragtime piano. generally the same bit as before but i do love him doing something un-romance-related. yeah fuck the establishment!

13. THE DEVIL INSIDE: reminds me A Lot of the electronic-ish cassettes i've got from the early 90's but that's just me. this one will probably move up as i get more used to it, but only a little bit. the first part of the second verse makes me like. genuinely uncomfy? but the second part of it's fantastic. ending's ass though what happened to the instrumence. bonus points for using 'reverie' that's an SAT word (maybe). good singing but returning to the gripe at higher pitches, just a little bit though

14. THIS IS OUR LIFE: feels shockingly generic for a des rocs song tbh but there's nothing really wrong with that. adore the bridge. singing's alright. kinda miffed that he doesn't pronounce the 'f' in the second 'life' in the chorus, but it makes sense here. that sort of thing won't later so i'm bringing it up now. guitar's nothing spectacular but fits nicely into the song, probably one of the most cohesive of his (especially in recent history).

15. OUTTA MY MIND: really lives in the same space as slo and dead ringer do in my head (most likely the 'songs to twirl a flag to' zone), but this is by far the worst of the three for when i'm grumpy. just. Very repetitive. back to great lyrics here but it's kinda hard to pick them out (i've heard the song at least 100 times by now & i'm still missing a few lines). still groovin'

16. RUBY WITH THE SHARPEST LIES: what the fuck actually goes on in this song by the way? not the premise or whatever it's just. so all over the place. the verses are incredible but bringing in another vocalist just for one line kills me. bridge is really cool but that one part i don't remember where it is, the one that alternates basically nothing & an Electronic Piano Chord blaring at ya? ruins it. partially anyhow. also can someone tell the people on genius that it's 'carved it in my skin' not 'crawled down in my skin'

17. GIVE ME THE NIGHT: same repetitive issue as outta my mind but it's not groovy enough to save it, shame. feels like a trial run of all the wackshit stuff he's been doing recently, with the additional vocal bits at the end & the kinda weird lyrics. it still has a place in my heart don't get me wrong but it's just fallen in favor of stuff that Commits to banger or batshit (or actually pulls off both strongly, yyy). oh yeah nice guitar alright singing etc etc

18. USED TO THE DARKNESS: similar story to give me the night. i love it i do, but it's just lackluster nowadays. also remember that under-pronunciation thing i brought up in this is our life? this is where that comes back. rampant i tell you! that second verse he just doesn't finish the words & i hate it!

19. DON'T HURT ME: i honestly don't know why this one isn't in D. the chorus bit where he just cuts it short is irksome. the lyrics aren't anything special. i don't know what i like about it. but i can tell it does exactly what it set out to do if that makes sense. respect, respect. and using missile in an analogy, he's getting creative with the vocab

20. LIVING PROOF: kinda got a vendetta against this one i think? i don't know why i hate this one but i do. it's just kinda, blah. like the perfect sort of thing to nightcore up. sentiment's lovely & i do love the lyrics even if they aren't impressive but like. it bores me to an extent

21. TICK (LIVE): separating the version i heard in the digital concert just to give it some credit, this one was actually kinda nice. another one with a nice sentiment & what he was going for is great. no clue what the second part of the second verse has to do with any of this though. and it also begins our final group, the songs that just feel empty. like there's not nearly enough going on. this one's alright though i was just hoping the studio version would add some flair. you can see where that one is though.

22. IMAGINARY FRIENDS: also got a vendetta against pop. kinda hate the sentiment here (contrast!), the chorus just falls short of what the verses prime me for, head voice is rampant, and yet i still swing along to it. it's infectious props to him. love the outro though, monkey laugh and all.

23. MAYBE, I: another empty one, like it's a four-note progression what is that. love his singing in it, and the chorus parts do round it out, but like. eh? it doesn't even give me much to say.

24. BORN TO LOSE: another flop on the chorus! too smooth i say! and i absolutely Despise the pitch-shifting thing going on. not something i was expecting him to express so points there, lyrics are nothing fancy to my Literary Mind though. initially good singing but the chorus he's just sloppy over it. the instrumental is lovely but the vocals just throw it so hard into the bin which is a right shame. fuck that outro too i hate that gimmick

25. I KNOW: here's where the bad batshit comes in. singing is some of his worst imo, does the other-vocalist thing for that bridge, genre i'm not fond of, just a soup of Stuff I Don't Like. not one i'd kill someone over putting as #1 like i can see where it comes from but. mmmmmhhhh bad. cover does NOT help his case.

26. HVY MTL DRMR: empirically i should put this one higher. but the chorus flops so goddamn hard it deserves to be in the bottom of the barrel. the verses are lovely for what he was doing back then! but then just... nothing!

27. RABBIT HOLE: i was so excited for this name but it's just sad boi hours playlist curated by some corporation you hate. probably the most nothing of them all, genuinely where are the instruments. what happened. was this one just shoehorned in as the final track just to pump numbers up. and i swear he had some autotune or something which only makes his voice worse it's fantastic naturally. also that's not what a rabbit hole is! that's not the idiom! a rabbit hole is when you go on a wikipedia spiral from jennifer lopez to group theory! not when you just have a shitty night's sleep or whatever this is! i'm not just miffed i'm downright annoyed

28. TICK (STUDIO): what the fuck happened des. how did you release this. it sounds like a 3rd grader singing for the school talent show it's so out of rhythm. singing's honestly kinda bad & the instrumental has the same problems i talked about in the live version. the last chorus is fine, i guess, but no i don't forgive him for what he did to tick.

#des rocs #yeah i forgot tphpa on the first pass. it's always at least one #i guess i'm pessimistic on the new album? or i just don't like his new direction? idk i just finished it like. today. #wasn't expecting to be able to rank the songs of my Favorite Musician & be happy with it but here we are #tell me why i'm wrong in the notes <3

[bare1ythere]

Do you by chance have any good tma fic recs? I have yet to read any because I'm afraid I'll have to go through a lot of not so good ones before I can find a good one.

Ohh I have a few!! I’m very biased so they’re mostly jonmartin fics but they’re all really good!! (all of these are from AO3). This got a bit long so I’m putting them under a cut

The 14 Labours of Jonathan Sims by LotusFlair is one of the first TMA fics I ever read. It follows Jon and Martin as they try to reverse the apocalypse! This was during the 6 month hiatus, so it was a prediction of what the fearpocalypse might have been like that doesn’t match up with canon 100% anymore. Regardless, It has some really cool events for each of the fears and did make me cry at the end. I really suggest it!! Description:

Atonement comes in many forms. In order for Jon to free himself, he needs to perform 14 tasks. One for each Entity. Only then will he be able to rest. Only then will he be at peace.

Guess Who’s Coming for Dinner? by pantsoflobster is a really goofy jonmartin safehouse fic where Martin accidentally invites a couple from the Scottish village over to the safehouse for dinner and have to pretend to be married. It’s really cute and, what can I say, I’m a sucker for fanfic tropes! Description: 

“Jon,” Martin said. “I have made a grave mistake.”

Jon whipped his head up, nearly tossing the elastic from his messy bun. “What? What’s wrong? What--what did you do?”

“I... might have invited guests for dinner.”

Jon stared blankly. “What, here?”

“Seeing as this is where we live at the moment, yes.”

---

In which a week in the safehouse turns into a fake-married sitcom, because they deserve to worry about social ineptitude instead of the apocalypse for a minute

and some call us fools by Brightblack is another safehouse jonmartin fic where they do pub trivia!! Really cute and wholesome stuff!! Description:

There isn't much to do at the safe house, so what better than to go down to the village pub and play some trivia?

Or, Martin and Jon get to have a nice evening.

stranger, stranger by blueskiddoo is one of my absolute FAVOURITE fics!! This is a season 1 didn’t-know-they-were-dating jonmartin fic that genuinely has some really hilarious writing. Full of fun tropes and ongoing! If you only read one fic on this list let it be this one!! Description:

“Sure,” Georgie says, still laughing at him. At least someone is having fun. “Don’t you have assistants for that kind of thing?”

“Yes, but…” He huffs, scratching the back of his neck. “I wasn’t going to ask one of them to download an app called...Lover? Lov-rrr? I don’t know how you say it.” He flaps his hands dismissively. “There are--unions and such. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

*

jon makes a fake account on a dating app to investigate a statement. tim sets martin up with fake account on a dating app to boost his self-confidence. it goes exactly how you might expect.

And Did You Know That You Were Always Like A Fantasy? by my friend @waitineedaname​ is a really cute and wholesome safehouse jonmartin fic!! Feat. the mechs as jon’s college band and DANCING!!! It’s wonderful! Description:

Even if the worst was yet to come, it was hard to care during mornings like this, when everything felt still and quiet. Not the still quietness of a world holding its breath, but the peace of Martin’s warm body brushing against his side as they went through the domestic motions of washing the dishes together.

No More Idle Hands, You’ll Destroy the Lamps by my friend @shootlngstxr​ is a really cool ongoing fic where instead of being just marked by the web as a child, Jon becomes a web avatar and now Annabelle, Agnes, and Oliver (plus other avatars) are working together to raise him. So much found family and Agnes and Annabelle’s relationship is really interesting!! Description:

Annabelle was there right from the beginning when he woke up. She was the one who brushed the webbed curls of hair from his face, pulled him from his tangle of slumber. When he merely stared at her, confused; she sighed, wrapped him up in her six arms, and carried him to the webbed den she tentatively called home. That definition would solidify in time.

There was, after all, a reason why children were not made into avatars. They did not yet know enough of the world to solidify their own fears, nightmares ever-shifting, changing, unstable. And he would need to be taught many things.

lastly: "Have You Tried Turning It Off And On Again?" - How the Magnus Institute learned to embrace the IT ticketing system, upgraded their antivirus, and still found the time to teach one old man how to copy and paste by shinyopals!! I read this fic last night at around 3am because I couldn’t sleep and it was genuinely so good!! The format is really fun and creative and really made me have to deal with the fact that throughout all of season 4 the magnus institute was an Actual Functioning workplace gdhskjfdhs Surprisingly a little heart wrenching at parts, but over all really funny!! Description: 

I hope you find your new role as Head of the Institute as rewarding as captaining the Tundra, wrote Elias Bouchard, to Peter Lukas. There are so many people working there: all with their own interesting lives, and all desiring your attention and support. I'm sure you will relish the challenge it will bring and enjoy every moment spent with the fine men and women of the Institute. In time I'm confident they'll become like a family to you.

The Magnus Institute has a new boss. The Magnus Institute also has a new tech support technician. These two facts are unrelated, except they both happen at the same time.

Meanwhile Jon's woken up from being dead for six months and for once he's trying his best. He just wishes Martin would stop avoiding him and answer his messages...

#the magnus archives #tma #fic rec list #fic list #fic #asks #I checked through all my bookmarks for this ghdskjfds #hope you don't mind me reccing some fics by friends #they're really good i promise!! #also I have a jonmartin fic too on ao3 #if you look up grim_anatomist on AO3 you can find it #not including it in this list because that feels weird hgdskjhfds #Anonymous

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - Part 6

I was stood in front of my mirror looking over my outfit choice, i wanted to keep it casual but dressy enough to be out on a Friday night! I already knew Hannah would show up in some ridiculously short dress or a too low cut top showing off her assets! The black wrap top i found in my closet was just low cut enough to tease but not slutty, i found my good jeans (that always made me feel good about myself) and finished my look with my black heals.

As i checked my hair and make up i couldn't help but feel nervous. It had been so long since i had been out like this. My social life was pretty non-exsistant since becoming a mom, even when i did go out with Hannah it was days out with Mason and Lucas. I grabbed my clutch from the dresser throwing in my lipstick and eyeliner incase i needed to freshen up my makeup throughout the evening and then headed downstairs.

"Mace, you ready to go?" I asked as i walked into the living room, i was dropping him at Hannah's mom's place and meeting her there.

"Yeah..... wow mom you look so pretty" he said smiling at me.

"Thank you baby" he was such a sweet kid, he made my heart melt!

I grabbed my leather jacket and Mason's  overnight bag and we were soon heading out to the car.

When we arrived at the bar we found a table in the back and got settled. Hannah was straight up at the bar ordering shots and vodka lemonade's while i held the table and kept a look out for Scott.

Hannah came back carrying a tray full of drinks with a huge grin on her face.

"These should last us a while"

"Jesus Han, you trying to kill me? You do realise i'll probably be wasted after two drinks!" I chuckled shaking my head.

"Thats what tonight is all about, we dont have to worry about the boys.... tonight we are free to drink and get wasted"

"Not gonna lie, i actually needed this"

"You've had a stressful few days babe, you've handled it like a pro. Im proud of you"

"Thanks" i smiled before throwing back a shot of whisky "wow.... that warms the chest" i coughed a little before laughing.

My cell lit up notifying me of a message from Scott telling me he was here, i told him where to find us and seconds later he was sliding into the seat next to me.

"Wow you look amazing honey!" He looked me up and down.

"Thank you Scott, Mason told me i looked pretty before we left.... i swear my heart melted"

"Awww thats so cute"

"Lucas didn't even notice i was going out" Hannah rolled her eyes before picking up another shot "Mason is such a sweetheart.... so observant to everything around him. My Luke? Im lucky if i can get him to talk to me at all when he's watching TV"

"He gets that from his dad Han, sounds exactly like Mike"

"God i hope not, i dont want him turning out like that asshole".

Scott disappeared to the bar (he was gone for ages) when he reappeared he was carrying a tray full of drinks.... some pretty pink glittery cocktails and more shots.

"Look how pretty these are!" he said loudly looking so happy with his drink choice, Hannah and i burst out laughing at how excited he was over the glittery drinks.

Id lost count of how many drinks we'd had by now, we had taken so many photo's and had even been dancing.... Scott had climbed up onto the table at one point until he nearly fell off.

"What about him? He looks cute.... and he keeps looking over here!" Scott pointed to a man near the bar, Hannah was already chatting to some guy she had taken a liking to.

"I think he's looking at you Scotty" i laughed.

"Who are you looking at?? Are we talking about the same person??"

"The blonde guy...."

"No! Im looking at him! The tall dark and handsome guy smouldering in the corner"

"His beautiful.... and so outta my league!" I laughed before taking a sip of my drink "i need to use the ladies room, i'll be back".

Heading back to our table once id finished in the ladies room i noticed Scott wasn't alone at our table anymore, Mr tall dark and handsome was sat with him along with another guy.

"Scott! You little shit" i muttered under my breath before giving him a false smile.

"Here she is! Gentleman this is my best friend Y/N.

Y/N this is Derek and Peter"

"Hi, its nice to meet you" Mr tall dark and handsome said with the most beautiful smile "i'm Derek"

"Hey, nice to meet you too"

"I invited them to join us for some drinks, more the merrier and all that" Scott looked at me smirking.

'Ruby's' was packed out when we got there just before 11pm, Derek and Peter had decided to join us as well as Hannah's new 'friend' who we found out was called Troy. Derek and Peter had gone to get a round of drinks in while Scott and I found a table. I kept seeing Scott texting someone, he'd been at it all night.

"Okay spill, who have you been texting all night? You gotta a new guy?" I asked loudly over the music wiggling my eyebrows at him before giggling....id had far too much to drink!

"No there's no new guy" he laughed.

"So who is it?"

"Um...."

"Please tell me its not your brother Scott"

"Of course it is..... i'm sorry"

"Checking up on you?"

"Yeah you know what his like, he wanted to come out too but i told him that would be weird. He is going to be picking me up though"

"Scott!" I moaned resting my head on the table and groaning "Im too drunk to deal with your brother"

"He will just be picking me up out front, you dont have to see him" he reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Okay"

"Here we go, we come baring gifts" Peter announced placing a tray on the small table.

"Thank you guys" i smiled at them both "anyone see where Hannah went?"

"I think she left with that guy" Derek said "im sure it was her i saw leaving"

"Why am i not surprised! She always did this to me"

"Did what?"

"Beg me to go out with her for a girls night and then disappear with some random guy. You'd think she'd grow out of that by now" i laughed. Checking my phone i saw a message from her confirming that she had indeed left for the night.

"I think this is my last guys, i'm seeing two of everyone"

"We should do this again sometime, its aways nice to meet new friends" Scott said to Derek and Peter.

"Its been fun" i nodded in agreement.

We all exchanged numbers and then Scott came outside with me to call an Uber. As we walked outside we spotted Chris's car parked across the street.

"He's here already"

"You can go, i'll be okay on my own"

"No way! Im not leaving you alone out here" he said being extra dramatic.

Scott's phone rang and he showed me the screen with Chris's name.

"Hey..... no everything's fine y/n is just getting an Uber. Um.... okay hold on" he looked at me "Chris said he'll take you home"

"An Ubers fine...."

"Come on let us take you. Please? For me?"

"Fine" i threw my hands up sighing "lets go".

I let Scott get in the front with chris while i sat in the back.

"You guys have fun?" He asked as he pulled out on to the road.

"It was sooo good. You missed out" Scott said drunkenly looking at his brother with a grin.

"Well i wasn't invited"

"Oh god...." i muttered to myself rolling my eyes, i was too drunk for this. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.... maybe i could just sleep until we reached my place.

I managed to fall asleep until my cell started ringing. I fumbled around in my clutch for the phone and answered without seeing who it was.

"Hello"

"Y/N its Sue" i heard Hannah's mom's voice come through, i instantly opened my eyes on full alert.

"Sue, is everything okay.... is Mace ok?"

"He's actually not feeling well, he's been sick and has a fever. Y/N he's just crying and asking for you"

"Shit, um okay.... christ why did i drink so much"

"Hey whats wrong with Mason?" Chris asked meeting my eyes in the rear view.

"He's been sick and has a fever, he keeps asking for me"

"We can go get him, just tell me where i gotta go".

"Sue we'll be there in 10 minutes" i told her after i gave Chris the address "okay, see you soon" i ended the call and let my head fall back against the headrest "fuck! How the hell am i supposed to look after Mason like this"

"I can help out, i dont mind" Chris spoke up "if you need me to stay and help with Mason....."

"Thats actually not an awful idea.... at least until i've sobered up a bit. God, this is why i dont go out getting wasted!"

"You couldn't have known he'd get sick"

"But i should've been there for him...." i was suddenly feeling guilty for not being there for my baby boy.

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#chris evans #captain america #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #reader insert #ocean eyes

[reminiscing-writer]

Off The Deep End

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Warnings: none for this chapter. Starts with fluff, ends with angst. But shits gonna hit the fan lmao

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Spencer pulls up the comforters in an attempt to cover his ears from the horrendous alarm that was enveloping his room.

“Make it stop," he grumbled into an empty bed.

"It's been ringing for a little more than an hour now," he heard his favorite voice from the attached bathroom of their bedroom, "it's about time you woke up, don't you think?" She peeked through the doorway, rolling her eyes with a smile at her sleepy husband.

"I have a better idea," Spencer mumbled sleepily.

“Oh?”

"You come into bed with me." He propped himself onto his elbow, barely managing to pry his open. He glanced over to the digital alarm clock on the bedside table which read 6:15 in bright red luminescent lights.

He inhaled a sharp breath slowly sitting up in bed, stretching his arms widely. The covers fell back onto the bed as he stood up and made his way into the bathroom.

"Excuse me," Amelia looked at her husband from the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. "Occupied." She giggles as he kisses the nape of her neck.

“Can you join me in the shower?” He asked his wife, looking at her big brown eyes through the mirror.

She turned to face him, smiling sweetly, “I'm already dressed, babe.” She puts on her earrings. “Sorry.” She apologized laughing at his disappointed sigh.

“You don't have to be at work ‘til 8. That's enough time for a second shower.” He rests his forehead against hers. He gives her a look up and down, thanking all the Gods he could think of for giving him an eidetic memory.

Her style was modest and girly. Floral prints and pastel colors. Lots of dresses and skirts (which she loved to twirl and spin in).

She quickly gives him a peck on his stubbly cheek, and squirms her way out his arms. “Get ready quickly. Breakfast will be ready in 20, and I would like to eat with you before I leave for the day.”

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Pulling the buttons on his cardigan close, he rushed into the kitchen when he heard the bacon sizzle.

“Lia,” he grumbled, quickly stuffing a few raspberries in his mouth before she could stop him, “you spoil me.” He kisses her cheek.

She gives him a toothy, childlike grin.

She loved being appreciated and praised. It made her feel giddy. And, when she felt like that, she gave this adorable smile, which was one of the many things Spencer loved. Her two front teeth, and side canines displayed themself through her smiling lips.

“Should I do the omelette?” Spence offered as he set the table.

“I was thinking of no eggs today.” She answered, pouring pancake batter onto a second pan. When he gave her a questioning look- eggs being her favorite in the mornings- she just shrugged. “The smell has been setting my stomach off for a few days now.”

After he poured the duo Orange juice, the two quickly ate, cleaned, and rushed out the door. Both said their ‘I love you's’ and parted their separate ways.

-

Amelia, being a preschool teacher, had very simple hours. From 8am, until 2 in the afternoon. After that, she was home, and usually waiting for her husband's arrival.

Spencer didn't have such a predictable schedule. Sometimes he would come home around 5 in the afternoon. Other times, if he had paperwork he wanted to wrap up, he would stay late till nearly midnight. And, of course, if a case came up, he could be gone for days.

But, regardless, whatever his schedule may be for the day, he always, always, made sure Amelia was aware of it.

Today was no different. She got home from work at about half past two. She had a feeling in her stomach. One of much excitement. A part of her wanted to wait for Spencer to come home, but a bigger part wanted to find out before him. That way, she could surprise him if she was right. And, if she wasn't- well, at least, that way, he wouldn't be disappointed also.

She tossed her handbag onto the couch of her apartment, and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After a total of three minutes, she's on the bathroom floor, one hand over her mouth, her other hand holding tightly onto a plastic stick and her eyes flowing with tears.

Happy tears.

She couldn't believe her eyes. There it was. The pregnancy stick she had bought nearly four months ago, finally in her hands reading exactly what she was hoping for.

Two solid lines, screaming, that she was going to be a mother. She wanted to call Spence straight away. She wanted to scream it off the rooftops and to the world. She wanted to call her best friend, and her mother and sister-

But first, she obviously had to tell her husband. But, not like this. She couldn't say news like this over the phone. No, she had to surprise him.

So, that's exactly what she planned on doing. Very quickly, and very happily, she got to baking. And whisking, and piping. Soon enough, she had a dozen cupcakes baked and frosted.

Some pink with blue sprinkles, some blue with pink sprinkles. She had a few topped with candles which she planned to light right before Spence came home.

Which reminded her-

Amelia paused the music which was blasting from her cell phone, and dialed her significant other.

One ring, two ring , three r-

“Hello?” She heard his voice answer.

“Hey,” she smiled widely. “Still at work?”

He hummed, “Yeah, just about wrapped up. I should be home soon.”

Amelia's stomach was storming with butterflies and she was scared, thinking, somehow, that her husband would unveil her secret through the phone. “Hurry,” she bit her bottom lip, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” She heard his voice perk up, “Is this a family friendly surprise? Or, should I just come straight to the bedroom?” She could hear a smirk playing at his lips.

“Why don't you just hurry home, and you can see for yourself.” Amelia teased.

-

Amelia must've fallen asleep watching television, because, one moment, she's watching The Real Housewives reruns at 3 something, and the next, she's waking up feeling lost in sleep at almost midnight.

She feels discombobulated for a moment until she realizes she was waiting for her husband before her unplanned nap. Confused, she looks around her quiet, empty- very dark- apartment.

Sitting up on the coach, she grabs her phone and dials Spencer's phone, simultaneously turning on a nearby lamp.

He said he'd be home soon. She thought to herself. She swallowed hard, her sleep making her mouth dry.

No rings. Straight to voicemail.

Yawning, she goes to her contacts, and dials the next best number she can think of.

After two rings, she hears an all too familiar male voice. “Hey, Amelia.”

“Hey, Derek. Sorry for waking you.” She knew she didn't wake him. She could hear the television in the background.

“Nah, mama, it's cool. What, Boy Genius not letting you sleep?” He laughed. Amelia could hear Savannah asking Morgan who's phone call he was on so late at night.

“Um- actually, that's why I called. Boy Genius isn’t home yet.” Amelia stood from the spot she was in for the past few hours, “I spoke with him earlier, and he said he'd be home around 3-ish.” She fiddled with her fingers, and an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

She could feel the confusion on the other line as Morgan quickly made an excuse, “You know, he probably turned his phone off and didn't realize it. That man is basically a caveman when it comes to technology. You know that.” Amelia started pacing her living room floor, “Don't stress, I'll call him and figure out where he is.”

The worried wife bit her inner cheek, “Thanks, Derek. Again, sorry for bothering you and the missus.” She felt guilty.

“Nothing to apologize about, Kid. I'll figure out where Pretty Boy is, and when I do, I'll eat his ear off for you.” He snickered, making Amelia smile. “Get some sleep. He’ll be home soon.”

Amelia wasn't tight-knit with Spencer's team, but she were fairly close. They were his family after all. So, it felt natural having to call Derek Morgan when Spencer hadn't come home yet. He was basically Spence’s big brother.

Saying another round of ‘thank you’s and ‘sorry’s, Amelia hung up the phone. Turning to face her kitchen counters, she saw the cupcakes she had set out in wait for her husband. Pink and blue sweets littered the countertops.

She had an uneasy feeling stirring within her. Nothing like the one she had before taking the pregnancy test. No, that was excitement. This, what she was feeling now, was all dread. With every fiber within her, she felt a strong fear.

And rightfully so.

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Spencer was on the nose when he said he was ‘just about wrapped up’. After the call with his wife, he was more excited than usual to get home.

Spence and Amelia had what an outsider would call, puppy love. They were young, and openly affectionate. They were in what seemed to be a never-ending honeymoon phase.

Being together for 5 years, three of those as married, Spencer still looked at Amelia as if she was the reason the sun shone every morning, and she was the one who put the stars in the sky.

This was no ‘puppy love’. This was an ‘old couple sitting on a porch watching the sunset love’.

Spencer quickly packed his satchel, and because he was the last to leave the office, shut off all the lights. Taking the elevator down and quickly jogging to his parked car, he throws his bag in the passenger seat, and just as he's about to get in himself, he hears a voice call for him.

“Um- excuse me?” The curly headed brunette looks up, over his shoulder. He sees a hunched over chubby man, standing at the entrance of the parking lot. The two men lock eyes, and the stranger shows Spence a paper map from the distance. “I was a little lost, and was hoping I could just get some directions.”

The FBI agent licked his lips, and stepped a few feet away from his vehicle. “Where did you need to go?”

The chubby man made a smile which was crooked, “Question seems to be where I am now.” He laughed.

Spencer walked closer to the man who opened up the map. “Well, you're here,” he pointed at a cross section between two streets.

“And, now, where would that leave the Fish Market on Drewry Street?” He asked Spencer.

“Well, on Drewry Street, for starters.” Spence gave half a laugh, locating the street on the map.

As he pointed with his index finger, he looked up and saw the man staring intently at him. A smile took place on his lips, and before Spencer could react, or ask any questions, he felt a blunt force hit the back of his head.

Stumbling back with a grunt, the tall helpful man grabbed the back of his head, feeling warm, what he assumed was blood. “What the- agh! Mmpph!” A hand covered the agent's mouth.

In lighting speed, a windowless van pulls up beside the men. The man behind Spencer pushes him into the back of the new vehicle. The once hunched, and seemingly harmless stranger, now stood taller than Spencer. He shut the door of the van, leaving a half conscious, fully confused Spencer lying in the back. He jumped into the passenger seat of the van, and the car sped off with a screech.

Leaving behind only a skid mark on the road, and Spencer's satchel in the car, the van was long gone before any bystanders could take notice.

#spencer reid #spenced reid imagine #spencer fluff #spencer reid angst #off the deep end #og story

[splendidlyimperfect]

chapter 7 - a different kind of voice

Geralt has something important to do. Jaskier still can't talk and needs a new way to communicate.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 Fandom: The Witcher Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Geralt/Jaskier

Notes: So one of my Deaf friends who played the Witcher 3 told me that one of the signs (Axii) used ASL fingerspelling to make the sign - and she was right! So because I'm a sign language interpreter and it's a huge part of my life, I'm playing with canon and making it a Thing. Also, I gave Jaskier a case for his lute because it's absolutely ridiculous that he would just carry around such an important instrument with no protection from the wind/rain/snow/etc. He loves that damn thing too much to not keep it safe.

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Stay.

Geralt swallows, trying not to tremble at the sensation of Jaskier’s fingertips on his palm, and nods slowly, settling down next to him on the bed. He doesn’t deserve this. He’d been half-expecting Jaskier to wake up and tell him to leave, and if he had, Geralt would have gone.

All he does it hurt people, and this is exactly why he needs nobody. Or wants to need nobody, because as hard as he’s tried to convince himself that he doesn’t want Jaskier around, he knows it’s a lie.

He needs Jaskier, and he hates himself for it.

“Go to sleep,” he says softly, letting Jaskier’s fingers slide between his. “You’re safe.”

Jaskier, nods, squeezing Geralt’s hand weakly and closing his eyes. It only takes a few seconds for his shaky breaths to even out as he slips back into sleep. The tight lines of pain on his face relax and Geralt lets go of his hand, running his fingers across Jaskier’s cheek.

He sits with Jaskier for a long time, watching the rise and fall of his chest until he’s convinced that Jaskier is truly asleep and isn’t in any pain. Then Geralt stands, kissing Jaskier’s forehead before turning and heading for the door.

He needs to go back up the mountain.

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This time, he takes Roach. They find a different path, and although it would be impassable for a regular horse, Roach has put up with worse and she seems to understand the importance of the trip. It’s easy to find the hut where Jaskier was held, and as soon as it comes into view, Geralt digs his nails into his palms so hard they almost start to bleed.

The monster is still there. Well, part of it, anyway. Now that Geralt has a chance to see it in the daylight, he realizes it’s a nightwalker. Its head, which has rolled a bit down the hill, is mostly teeth and horns, and its claws are nearly as long as Geralt’s forearm.

He burns down the shack with the body inside it.

After that he heads back to the river where the remains of the barghest are strewn about the riverbank. He burns that, too, watching the smoking remains until there’s nothing left but ash.

“C’mon, Roach,” he murmurs once it’s done. Roach nickers and headbutts him, then follows him back through the trees and along the trail of blood until they get to the spot where Jaskier was attacked. When Geralt sees Jaskier’s pack and lute case still sitting against the tree, he breathes a sigh of relief.

At least he can do this one thing right.

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Jaskier wakes up to an empty room and gnawing hunger sitting deep in his belly. He groans, carefully rubbing his face with his good hand. He’s pleased to find smooth skin again, although the idea of Geralt shaving him while he’s asleep is… strange. Not unpleasant, just odd.

He slowly pushes himself up, wincing at the pain in his ribs. When he tugs up his shirt – Geralt’s shirt – he’s greeted with a ladder of purple and green bruises up and down his ribs. It hurts to breathe too deeply, but the ache from yesterday is dulled somewhat.

Now, he thinks, to figure out where I am. He’s used to talking to himself out loud – Geralt always complains about it, but Jaskier’s afraid to try to use his voice again. If he doesn’t try to speak, he reasons, it doesn’t mean he can’t. He’s just choosing not to. Which is something entirely different.

He pushes aside the lingering uneasiness and uses his good hand to push himself up, wobbling for a second before taking a small step. It’s unsteady, but he doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out. He looks around the room until he finds a pair of loose breeches that he’s able to shimmy into, then slowly, carefully heads towards the door.

It opens into a small hallway, which leads to a comfortable-looking room with three chairs set around a fireplace. A woman is sitting in one of them, stirring something in a pot over the fire, and she turns and smiles at Jaskier when he enters the room.

“You’re looking much better,” she says, moving over to him and taking his arm to help guide him to a chair. “Come, sit – you must be starving. I’ve got the stew going, should be ready soon. Some bread while you wait?”

Jaskier doesn’t answer right away. Instead he looks around the room – they’re in some sort of farmhouse with a large window that opens onto a farmer’s field. The sun is nearly set, pulling streaks of blue and purple across the sky.

“I’m Sayla,” the woman says, holding out a cup of water. Jaskier takes it with a shaky hand, still not quite sure if this is a dream. The fact that Geralt isn’t here is unsettling, and he frowns at the woman, trying to figure out how to ask her where he went.

“Your Witcher friend went off to find something for you,” Sayla says as if reading Jaskier’s mind. “He left last night; should be back any time. Drink up, the stew will be ready soon.”

The uneasy sensation in Jaskier’s stomach intensifies – the woman seems kind, but Jaskier can’t trust her. Geralt’s not here, and without him, Jaskier isn’t safe. He shakes his head, holding the cup back out to Sayla, and she sighs.

“Love, you haven’t eaten in nearly four days,” Sayla says gently. “Promise I ain’t tryin’ to poison you. It’s just plain old rabbit stew, swear on my mother.”

Jaskier can’t help the quiet, confused sound that escapes him. His breath catches in his throat and suddenly his chest feels tight, and his hand is trembling so hard that he drops the cup. It hits the floor with a dull thud, and he watches with wide eyes as the water trickles across the wooden floor.

“Are you all right?” Sayla asks, tipping her head down, and she’s too close now, close enough to hurt him, to change and laugh and tear him apart. He tries to scramble backward and suddenly the chair tips under him, and he hits the ground with a sharp gasp. “I don’t—”

Sayla’s anxious words are interrupted by the front door opening, and then Geralt is there, face drawn in a frown with Jaskier’s lute case held in one hand.

“Jaskier,” he says softly, setting the case down and moving to kneel on the floor next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“N…” Jaskier swallows back the words and shakes his head, pushing himself up on one elbow and shifting closer to Geralt. He grabs Geralt’s hand, quickly writing the word safe? in his palm.

“Yes,” Geralt says, squeezing Jaskier’s hand. “Sayla helped bandage you up let us stay here. She won’t hurt you.”

Geralt’s low, soft voice calms the racing of Jaskier’s heart somewhat, and the panic starts to feel like something closer to embarrassment. Heat creeps up the back of his neck, and he stares at their joined hands instead of looking up at Sayla.

Without thinking, Jaskier brings his hand to his chest and makes the sign for sorry. He hasn’t used the signs in years – not since his courses at Oxenfurt when he and his best mate had learned the language purely as a means to talk about other students behind their backs.

“He says he’s sorry,” Geralt says, taking Jaskier’s elbow and helping him to his feet. Jaskier frowns, looking up at Geralt, who ignores his curious gaze.  

“It’s all right, dear,” Sayla says, picking up the spilled cup and dabbing at the water with a cloth. “You’ve been through a lot; I take no offense.” She gives him a gentle smile, then gestures back to the room. “Why don’t you go rest and I’ll bring you something to eat when it’s ready?”

~

As soon as they’re back in the bedroom, Geralt helps Jaskier sit on the bed, then crouches down in front of him and runs his hands down Jaskier’s arms. The touch makes Jaskier shiver.

“How are you feeling?” Geralt asks, tipping his head to the side in that ridiculously endearing way that makes him look like an actual wolf. “Do you need something for the pain?”

Jaskier shakes his head, careful not to disturb the bandage on his shoulder. Better. He raises an eyebrow when Geralt nods at the sign, clearly understanding him. How do you know the signs?

Geralt shrugs. “We learned more than just hunting and fighting at Kaer Morhen,” he says simply. “Some of the Witcher signs use the language.” He moves his hand and Jaskier raises an eyebrow as his fingers spell the word Axii. There isn’t much magic behind it, but Jaskier feels a small wave of calm wash over him and he closes his eyes, exhaling in relief.

“I found your lute,” Geralt says after a moment. He gestures to the case that’s leaning against the wall.

You went back? Jaskier’s eyes widen when Geralt nods. Why?

“It’s important to you.” Geralt looks down at the ground and Jaskier is astonished by the red flush that creeps across Geralt’s cheeks. “And I… needed to make sure the monster was taken care of.”

A shudder runs down Jaskier’s spine as a memory of of blood and claws and teeth flashes through his mind. Gone? he asks.

Geralt nods and rubs his thumb absently across Jaskier’s knee. “I burned it. It was a nightwalker – they feed off fear. That’s why it… tortured you.”  

It looked like you, Jaskier says.

“I figured.” Geralt sighs and rubs his face. “I’m sorry.” Jaskier moves to interrupt him but he shakes his head. “I know you said you forgive me, but I don’t… I don’t want you to.” Jaskier frowns. “Not yet. I want—I need to earn it.” He keeps his gaze on Jaskier’s knees, red still clinging to his cheeks. “I thought you were going to die, and the last thing I’d said to you was that I didn’t need you.”

Part of Jaskier flinches, recalling the angry words and the wild look in Geralt’s eyes. But Geralt’s here, now – he carried Jaskier to safety, sat with him while he healed, went back up the mountain to get his lute just because it’s important to him.

“I do…” Geralt hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck. “I do need you. And this—” he gestures at the bandage on Jaskier’s throat. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

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[undertale-fic-dump]

"Just A Bit Longer" ~Astronomy

Sci was always up doing SOMETHING, whether it be work, staying up until 2 am for no clear reason, reading, or spending all of his free time and then some with Outer, who was not impressed by Sci always doing something and would barely ever stop, and he'd always say, "Just a bit longer" and take what felt like two years to finish what he was doing.

"Sci your favorite movie is on," Outer said.

"I need just a bit longer to do this," Sci replied.

A few days later Outer woke up rather early and went to the kitchen and saw Sci eating toast.

"Sci, what are you doing up so early in the morning? Have you even slept yet?" Outer said, quite worried.

"Sorry give me just a bit longer," Sci said before taking a bite of his toast, "I'll go to bed once I finish my toast."

About a day later it was nearly midnight when Outer and Sci were watching funny movies.

"Hey, I think we should head to bed, it's really late."

"Can we stay up, just a bit longer?"

About a week later Sci was up as usual, reading a book.

"Sci. It's past midnight, we both need rest, come on, let's go to sleep."

"Gimme just a bit longer, I'm nearly done with this chapter."

Two days later, 

"Dinner is ready Sci," Outer said from the dining room.

"I need to finish setting up something so give me just a bit longer," Sci replied from the basement.

About 20 minutes later Outer came downstairs, "Dinner is getting cold, Sci."

"Oh really? I'm so so sorry I must have lost track of time."

"Well, it'd be best for you to learn how to keep track of it, I mean, you go to sleep around three or four in the morning and wake up at six in the morning almost every day. Heck, your dark circles even have dark circles. Sci, what you're doing is unhealthy and can and will lead to a burn out if you keep it up," Outer said in a concerned tone of voice.

"Look, Outer, I'm sorry. I understand your concern, and I'll try to not be that way. Okay? We'll go eat dinner and then we can cuddle, have ice cream, watch a movie, anything of your choice. Sound fair?"

Outer thought for a moment and sighed, "Fine."He and Sci then went up stairs to the dining room to eat dinner. 

Afterwards, Sci got Outer and himself a bowl of Neapolitan ice cream and they both sat down in the living room with a warm blanket wrapped around them as they watched animated movies together. It only took 2 and a half movies for Outer to fall asleep, but Sci hang fallen asleep yet rather he was wide awake, he wasn't sure why he was awake, but he was. And after the third movie ended, Sci picked Outer up bridal style and took him to their bedroom and gently placed him on the bed and tucked him in. Once he was done with that he went to the kitchen and made himself some warm sweet milk in hopes that it'll help him sleep, but it didn't. 

"Guessing I'll be awake just a bit longer than expected," Sci sighed as he finished his warm sweet milk and went into the living room and grabbed a book from the living room then say down on the couch and began reading.

An hour passed... Sci still wasn't sleepy.

Another hour went by... Sci wasn't anywhere near being sleepy.

About an hour and a half went by before Sci felt remotely tired. But he knew that Outer wouldn't be happy that he stayed up so late and he didn't want Outer to be upset, so he put the book he was reading away and went to Outer and his room; laid down on their bed, gently putting the blanket on top of him; and gently pulled Outer into an embrace. Some time later Sci was able to fall asleep, but at least he did. 

Sci woke up at about 6:30 in the morning." Maybe I can stay here just a bit longer," he said before kissing Outer on the forehead and falling back asleep.

#astronomy #sci x outer #outer x sci #ship fic #au fic #sci/science!sans #outer!sans #jade's trash fics #thank sa for proof reading! #*wheezes* that was legit my first fic and kfaafkafk #fanfic #fanfiction