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sunshinevanfleet · 1 year

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daisy - s. kiszka

pairing: sam x reader

a/n: hi!!! i'm back again with another sammy fic. i know i just posted one, but he's my baby so i'm going to post for him whenever i want. this one is dad!sam and i am so emotional about it. it's short and sweet i hope u all like it. ok byeee<3

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

summary: the reader and sam share a moment together before their toddler wakes up.

warnings: none (unless you count children lol)

It was an unusually quiet morning in the Kiszka household. Peace blanketed the space of your bedroom, a sparrow’s sweet song muffled by the shut window over your bed. Blinking, you rolled over in bed, propping your head up on your hands to find you were alone in bed. Another peculiar occurrence. Your yawn broke the silence, for half a second, then you sat up in bed. The blankets tangled between your legs, still warm from your deep sleep.

Your ears perked at the sound of the birdsong, expecting to hear someone stirring down the hall, but there was nothing. Faintly, you wondered where Sam disappeared off to. He was rarely out of bed before you were, preferring to curl up next to you, where he slept like the dead. You couldn’t blame him; these last few months were nothing short of exhausting. Something about raising a toddler was extremely draining. Your daughter seemed to be more of a handful now than she ever was as a newborn.

Forcing yourself out of your little cocoon, you padded to the doorway of your bedroom and pressed your ear to the door. There was a sound– ever so quiet– down the hall in the living room. You opened the door with care, wincing at the squeak that sounded from the hinges. Your eyes immediately landed on the door to your daughter’s room, luckily finding it still closed. A pleased smile found your lips. It was about time you got some time alone with your dear husband.

Tip-toeing, you slinked down the hallway and peered into the living room. There was Sammy, slouched over his guitar as he sat on the couch. He strummed gently, a few chords floating through the air between you. Perched against the doorway, you took a moment to admire him. It was rare that you had a still moment like this. His hair was tied back in a messy bun, his bare back and shoulders facing you as he played. You watched the muscles stretch beneath his skin, the veins protruding on his hands and forearms. His brows pulled together in concentration as he played a couple different chords, scribbling in his notebook as he worked.

Still silent, you ambled over to the couch, settling into the space behind him.

“Good morning, pretty,” he smiled. You draped your legs on either side of his body, pressing your cheek against the warmth of his back and wrapping your arms around his middle.

“‘Morning,” you mumbled. “Is the baby still asleep?”

“The baby is fast asleep,” he said, proudly. You grinned; it pleased you that the two of you still referred to her as ‘the baby,’ despite her now being almost three years old. She would always be your perfect little baby, curled up in your embrace no matter how old she got.

“Maybe I should go check on her,” you suggested. Absentmindedly, your fingers traced little circles onto the soft skin of his abdomen. He relaxed into your touch, though he was still scribbling away on the paper in front of you.

“She’s all right, Y/N,” Sam said, voice soft. You could hear the amusement in his voice. He thought you were a complete worry wart, troubling yourself for no reason. It was part of the reason that you lost so much sleep; how could you not worry, with your entire world all by herself down the hall?

“She never sleeps this late,” you continued.

“She knows her mommy needs a break,” he replied.

You sighed, nodding your head. “I guess you’re right…”

“As usual.”

“Oh, hush.”

Your quiet laughter chorused through the living room, and Sam turned his head towards you, looking expectant.

“What?” You wrinkled your nose, peering up at him from your comfortable place pressed against his back.

“Can’t a man get a kiss from his wife?” he asked, incredulous.

“If only a man asks nicely,” you muttered, craning your neck to plant a brief kiss on his lips.

He smiled, looking satisfied. “Thank you very much.”

“Anything for my dear husband.”

The two of you returned to the quiet of the morning. His focus returned to his song, higher in pitch and melodic, ringing through the air like the voice of the bird outside your window this morning. You closed your eyes and listened. The notes filled the air around you, something like a lullaby as he played, changing and correcting himself every now and then. The tune was sweet, slow, and lovely. This was the type of song that would be played at weddings, a song for slow-dancing, tender moments.

“Everything that comes from your mind is so incredible,” you mumbled quietly, not wanting to interrupt the enchanting song. One of his hands dropped from the guitar, finding yours. He squeezed it before bringing it to his lips. They brushed over the skin, soft as clouds as he kissed your knuckles. He intertwined your fingers as he brought them back down to his lap.

“It’s your song,” he said, quiet. This tone of voice was unusual for him; he sounded almost bashful.

“My song?” You couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto your face, almost painful. A flush spread across your cheeks, your face burning. You peppered kisses over his back, unable to help the giddy feeling that spread through your chest and stomach.

He nodded. “Your song. I’ve been working on it for a while now. I wanted to wait until it was finished to show you…”

“Oh, and I just waltzed in here all careless,” you laughed.

“I don’t mind,” he said, “I missed having time alone with you. Just the two of us.”

“Me too.”

“Is that bad?” he asked, laughing softly. You did the same.

“I don’t think so… We’re still people, you know.”

“Parents before people.”

“Wouldn’t trade it for the world,” you said truthfully.

“No,” he agreed. “Where would we be without our baby?”

You shrugged. “Lost, probably. A little bit of peace and quiet isn’t so bad though. How much longer do you think we have?”

“Long enough for a little adult time?” He asked, turning to face you. He wiggled his eyebrows, eliciting a giggle from you.

“Maybe.”

He placed the guitar in its case at his feet, and turned back to you. You sprawled on the couch, hands curling up over his shoulders as he crawled over you. His breath tickled your neck as he traced his lips up your neck, kissing gently. You sighed contentedly, settling into the cushions beneath you. One of his hands slid up under the hem of your t-shirt, and–

His head snapped up as a small thump sounded from down the hall, then you heard the bedroom door opening. A defeated smile found your lips and you sat up, head turning towards the sound. There was your little girl, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she wandered into the living room. She was the spitting image of Sam, her brunette hair tangled in a sweet halo around her head. Her little rosebud lips parted in a tiny yawn, and your heart melted.

“There’s our Daisy Lou,” said Sam in his sweetest voice. He held his arms open for her, and she hurried towards you. He scooped her little body up with ease, setting her on his lap. You sat up on your knees, brushing her little waves off of her forehead.

“Sleep well, honeybee?” you asked.

She smiled at you, nodding enthusiastically. Sam looked between the two of you, eyeing your matching smiles and wild morning hair, and his features broke out into a wide smile.

“Gosh, you two are like twins,” he laughed, nudging Daisy’s cheek with his nose.

“I’m Mommy’s twin?!” Daisy said incredulously, soft giggles spilling from her lips.

“Oh, you are so Dada’s twin, miss Daisy Louise…” You made a face, leaning in to plant a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

“No way,” Sam argued, but Daisy leaned between the two of you, a finger pressed to her lips. She shushed the both of you.

You blinked at each other, wide-eyed as she glanced back and forth at the both of you. “What is twins?” She looked very seriously between you, and you met Sam’s gaze. His lip quivered for a second, and then the two of you burst into laughter. What were you going to do with her?

“Twins are…” Sam began, then looked at you for help.

“You know how Uncle Jake and Uncle Josh look alike?”

Daisy frowned. “No. Uncle Jake’s hair goes like this,” she gestured to her hair, smoothing it down. “And Uncle Josh’s hair goes like this–” She spread her hands around the top of her head, miming Josh’s wild curls. You started laughing again.

“Okay, bad example,” you said.

“Well, while Mommy tries to figure out how to explain twins,” Sam said, standing up with Daisy wrapped in his arms. “How about we make some breakfast?”

“Breakfast!” she shouted excitedly.

“Sounds like a dream,” you agreed, following your husband into the kitchen. You were quickly surrounded by the noise of bowls and pans being removed from the cupboard, the relentless chatter of your toddler, and a slow song playing from the radio. Things were back to normal in the Kiszka household.

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pink-tk-a-latte · 2 months

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Day in the Life of the Nakajima Household

Aka Atsushi’s tiny dorm at the ADA that he is forced to share with 3 murderous individuals.

Tickle fic!! Lee!Atsushi, Lers!Lucy, Kyouka, and Akutagawa + a little Ler!Atsushi, Lee!Lucy (romantic Akuatsulucy and platonic Kyouka addition)

It’s the orphan poly + fellow orphan Kyouka!!!! ❤️🤍🖤💙 I wrote this a while ago so it’s all in present tense LOL. When I first had the idea, I was hesitant, but then I started actually watching the BSD anime and got to know all their characters better so here it is!! They make me SO EMOTIONAL

Also bonus mini HCs at the end!!!!!!!!!

(Ignore the cringey ahh emoticons LMAO it’s just that all of them are so creature-coded)

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Atsushi’s dorm at the Agency is certainly not made to house four people. It’s hardly big enough for two. Kunikida looks one noise complaint away from bursting a vein in his forehead, but, well, nothing has ever gone to plan as long as Atsushi’s involved.

Despite their statuses as Port Mafia operative and former Guild disciple, Lucy and Akutagawa come over so often that Atsushi’s colleagues hardly bat an eye. The two have even taken to calling it “their place,” which Atsushi thinks is kinda unfair — both for his living situation and his heart.

It’s a peaceful kind of day today. Kyouka’s inside journaling, Aku’s at the store — because he has the most stable paycheck — getting groceries, and Atsushi and Lucy are outside, watering the plants around the building.

“Someday you should get us a garden,” Lucy says while she sprinkles water over the tiny blossoming daisies. “So we can take care of our own plants instead of these ugly trees.”

Atsushi sends her a playful glare from where he’s watering said trees with a hose, smiling. “Do I have to do everything in this relationship? My pockets are crying thanks to you guys.”

Lucy scoffs. “Shut up, you! I give you discounts at the cafe all the time. I put my life on the line for you.” She tosses her hair and places a hand on her chest, and Atsushi holds back a laugh.

Maybe it’s his apprenticeship under Dazai, but Atsushi feels a bit mischievous today. In a move that he’ll probably regret later, he lifts the hose and rains fire over his life partner.

Gasping and spluttering, Lucy throws up her hands to block the spray. Her sundress soaks through and her braids quickly start to droop. She turns a murderous gaze on Atsushi through dark, sticky bangs, and he feels sweat run down his back.

“Atsushi Nakajima, you’re dead!” He spots a certain intensity in Lucy’s turquoise eyes.

Uh oh. He knows what that means.

Atsushi yelps and drops the hose, not even bothering to switch it off before he sprints. He employs his tiger strength, probably cheating, but Lucy could easily drag him away from reality and into Anne’s Room if she wants. Noticeably, she doesn’t, probably to drag out the anticipation. But she will have him. Atsushi is sure.

He races into the building and up the stairs. He doesn’t trust the elevator, but he has hope of escape if he continues on foot. In a blur, he spots his apartment number and pushes through the door, thankfully unlocked. Atsushi lunges for the closet, throws open the door and slams it shut behind him. He’s been on so many stealth missions; Atsushi knows how to be quiet. But he’s giddy from the chase and can barely restrain the frantic giggling he breathes out.

“Where are you, my cute little kitty? Come out, let’s play~!” He hears with his heightened senses. A shiver runs up his spine even while his face feels like an oven. He needs to remember that Lucy worked for the Guild, and their first meeting was a gamble for his and his coworkers’ lives. “Isn’t this a fun game! But you can’t hide forever.”

He really can’t, because there’s only so many places he can hide in his tiny apartment. He wonders what his chances are of getting out the closet and jumping through the window without Lucy noticing.

Just as he thinks this, though, the door flies open.

“Found you!” A grin full of metal shines through the darkness, and Atsushi screams. He tries to leap past her, but the wind is knocked out of his lungs as she tackles him onto his futon. Where did she get this strength from? Yet he doesn’t match her force with his own, mostly because, now that he’s caught, he’s found he doesn’t want to be free.

“Such a bad kitty,” she pulls him onto her lap with her elbows under his arms, and Atsushi feels her wet clothes press against his back. His ears are already pounding, hot. “I’ll show you what happens when you go up against Lucy Maud Montgomery!”

Suddenly there are fingers pressing into his sides. Atsushi yells out a panicked laugh. “A- Ahahaha! Luhuhucyhehehe I’m sorryhehehe!”

She huffs. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me!”

This is just the consequences of his actions, isn’t it? Her nails tease under his shirt and he throws his head back. “Stahahahap! Stop Ihi yeheheheild! Lucyehehehe!”

She toes the line between unbearable and gentle. The feeling runs through Atsushi’s every nerve, frying his brain until he can’t do anything but kick and flail around on his sheets. Lucy holds him firmly, a satisfied smile on her face that he can’t see.

She is doing this for revenge, but gosh is Atsushi cute. His cheeks are full and red, his fangs peeking out from under his lip. His giggles are nervous and flighty but ingenuous, the purest kind of happiness. Warmth runs through her face without permission; she really wishes she didn’t have such an embarrassing ailment.

When Lucy digs her fingers into his ribs and Atsushi squeals loud enough to echo off the walls, Kyouka pokes her head in from the other room.

“Oh, are we getting Atsushi?” she asks with a small blink. Lucy grins and Atsushi pleads.

“Ky- Kyouka plehehease! Hehehelp! I’m gonnahahaha dahahahie!”

“We are indeed, Kyouka! And he deserves it. I’m sure he would love if you assisted me.”

Kyouka’s expression doesn’t change, but her eyes twinkle. She strides over and seats herself on top of Atsushi’s legs. He cracks open his eyes to give his little sister a look of betrayal.

“Kyouka! Youhaha’re supposed to help mehehehe!”

“No thanks,” she says blankly, before drilling into his hips with an assassin’s precision.

“KYOUHOHOKAHAHAHA!” Even Lucy is a little terrified by the focus in Kyouka’s eyes, as if she were performing a surgery. But mostly she’s just pleased. She takes her hands off Atsushi’s ribs to clap, then repositions them in his underarms.

“YOUHOUHAHA GUHUhuys are soho MEHEHEHEAN!”

“This is discipline,” Kyouka states very seriously, and Lucy too laughs at that. Kyouka reaches forward and pokes Atsushi’s cheek. “You’re so squishy. Like a bunny. Squish.”

Atsushi turns pink; Lucy really wishes that didn’t make her flustered. “He is, isn’t he?” She pokes his other cheek. “Just as a tabby cat should be.”

Then Lucy worms her fingers into his neck and he scrunches up. “EHEHEHEE nohohoHO!”

While Lucy’s methods are soft in an evil way, Kyouka attacks with honed, concentrated energy, deadly in her efficiency. And with both of them on opposite ends of his body, Atsushi has no room left for thought.

And then the front door shuts with a bang.

Perhaps Akutagawa is too aggressive with his actions, and he squints apologetically at the door he slammed. Setting down the grocery bags on the counter, he winces at the ruckus in the apartment. Is that the Jinko’s screaming?

He walks into the main room to find what he’d expected to see: Atsushi pinned to the floor with Kyouka and Lucy dissecting him.

“This is just like you, Jinko,” he scoffs with a note of fondness, squatting beside the squirming, laughing Atsushi. “You’re not even fighting back.”

“RYUHUHAHA dohohon’t!” Atsushi shakes his head, his face a deep pink and his eyes crinkled shut. His smile is just as blinding as the light of the sun. Gross, Akutagawa thinks with a mini smile.

“Akutagawa.” Kyouka turns to him with that river-like gaze, clear but acute. “Join us.” Lucy cackles.

He smirks. “If that is what I must do.”

Though she calls out to Ryuunosuke now, Kyouka hasn’t forgotten how his words kept dragging her down as she swam desperately toward the light. But then he said he was proud of her. Plus, well, he’s involved with Atsushi. Kyouka’s grown to trust him, at least as long as Atsushi’s around. The same goes for Lucy, who Kyouka resented at first for endangering Atsushi, and for her harsh personality that pushes everyone away. That was before though, before she learned that Lucy is genuinely kind, only a girl at heart, and she’s really fun to talk to, and hug, and go shopping for plushies and clothes and crêpes with.

Kyouka would defend Atsushi’s happiness with the blade of a katana and the might of a demon. Because he’s the one who saved her, because he’s her older brother. He has a way of bringing out the light in those with the blackest of blood. Though he’s made many enemies, he has twice as many friends, Lucy and Aku included. She’s never been more sure that they care for Atsushi than now, engaging in something so purely affectionate. That’s why Kyouka pitches in, because her heart is full to the limit.

Speaking of which, Atsushi seems to be reaching his limit.

“RYUHAHAHAHA! LUHUCYEHEAHAHAE! KYOUHAHAKAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Akutagawa is rough and awkward as he claws at the center of Atsushi’s abdomen. Even Rashoumon is crawling up and down his sides. Still sitting on his legs, Kyouka is moments away from flying off, and it’s only through sheer determination that she remains in place. Lucy has slowed her assault out of pity (because she is soft for this man and terrible at hiding it), slowly dragging her fingers across Atsushi’s jaw. Kyouka copies her: Akutagawa really is ruthless. Atsushi’s floundering and screaming is amusing though, and she can’t hold back the soft giggles escaping from her own chest. Though his laughter is desperate and embarrassed, it’s also bright and overwhelmed with love.

“You should learn to take this, weretiger. If you wish to help people, endurance and inspiration of the soul are necessary skills to have.”

Which is basically fancy talk for: Your joy could cure the world’s suffering and you should show it more often.

“LIHIHIHIKE you wouhAHALD KNOHOHOW! AHAHAHA wahahaHAIT!”

“How foolish of you to sass me in your position.”

Atsushi’s chest barely gets the chance to rise and fall before another laugh is forced out. He probably needs a breather. Lucy, despite being the one to start this, is also the first to end it.

“Now now, Aku. Give him a break. We were at this for a while before you came.”

Akutagawa hums, but he retracts his hand and his ability. Lucy and Kyouka let up, and Kyouka removes herself from Atsushi’s legs. Finally free, Atsushi collapses into Lucy’s lap with an inhale that could rival a tornado. He tries to regulate his breathing with giggles interrupting, and he buries his face against Lucy’s thigh, turning to his original assailant for comfort. Lucy blushes even redder than Atsushi himself had because his tiny exhausted closed-eye smile is the cutest thing she’s ever seen, but settles her hand on his back for a massage.

“You hahall… ahawful,” he titters. “Lucy, I’m sohorry for hosing you.”

Kyouka appears beside Lucy and pats Atsushi’s head. Lucy sighs as if she’d just been hit with the force of all the love in the world. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m a little less soaked now, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His chuckles turn to sleepy mumbles. “That’s good, though. I’m glad.”

“Quit apologizing.” Lucy covers her face with her equally red hair and turns away. “You’re such a sap.”

“Far too soft,” Akutagawa adds, leaning down to press a kiss to Atsushi’s upright cheek. Kyouka moves her hand so Lucy can kiss the cat’s head too, instead throwing her legs over him and leaning on Lucy’s shoulder. Akutagawa is a clumsy distance from the cuddle pile, hunched over Atsushi, so the tiger throws an arm around his other life partner’s shoulders and drags him down to rest on his back, maneuvering himself so he’s on his stomach, chin on Lucy’s lap. She runs her fingers through choppy white hair and shifts one leg to lay on Akutagawa’s arm and establish a point of contact with everyone. She laughs quietly as she looks over their entangled position, like some kind of Tetris puzzle.

And then she starts laughing for a very different reason.

“ATSUSHIHIHEHEHEE!”

Kyouka flinches as Lucy’s shoulder jolts her off and blinks rapidly. Then she catches sight of Lucy’s hysterical expression and wide open mouth, someone’s fingers scribbling up her sides, and understands. Screeching, Lucy kicks and shoves at the boy in her lap, the culprit, and realizes that with all the bodies piled on top of her, there is no escape.

Atsushi, the ever perseverant hero he is, grins up at her with teeth white as an angel but pointy as a beast. “Revenge.”

And this is what happens when you go up against Nakajima Atsushi.

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Ryu may have the most money but he has near-zero social capabilities. They all lack people skills actually, but Aku lost the last video game tournament. So he’s doing the grocery shopping.

Also they love each other <3

I don’t know why I got so emotional with Kyouka’s POV but it’s probably because I adore her to the ends of the earth. Two paragraphs of just Kyouka reflection bc I think she’s the type to start daydreaming in the middle of an attack.

Relationship HCs:

Atsushi and Lucy — like lonely little children in love, so desperately it hurts

Atsushi and Akutagawa — It’s Complicated™️ (it isn’t)

Akutagawa and Kyouka — it is actually complicated, but they’re getting there

Kyouka and Atsushi — the purest form of connection, siblings <3

Kyouka and Lucy — sisters who give each other the freedom to just be girls

Lucy and Akutagawa — from strangers to not so much so, united by their love for one special tiger (they’re still getting used to each other)

This is a long-ahh footnote I’m sorry

#py is turning pink #tickle #tickle fic #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd tickle #akuatsulucy #atsulucy #shin soukoku #lee!atsushi #ler!lucy #ler!akutagawa #ler!kyouka

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jadedrrose · 1 year

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Hello Heather, could I request a Law fic with prompt Domestic Life? Thank you so much for writing!

IM FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO THIS ONE!!! GOD!!! Anyway, I think I went overboard on fluffiness, lol. I just want to be married to this man so bad, ugh 😩

Warnings: No real ones. One very slight suggestive comment, but it’s up to you to interpret what it means. Also, mentions of having a baby toward the end.

Nobody’s life was ever quiet, or peaceful all the time. Especially when being a pirate.

But, as of right now, you were quite content with things. The war was over, firstly. Nearly two years had passed, and finally you began to feel a lot more safe, especially with your husband becoming a Warlord.

Oh yeah, husband. Despite it being months ago now, you still would get butterflies every time you remembered that you were married to Law. You’d always thought he wouldn’t want to do it, but he surprised you greatly on that day he’d asked you to marry him.

And today was another simple day with your husband.

As always, he’d woken up much earlier than you had. Before the entire crew, actually. He would always kiss your cheek when getting out of bed, whether his movements awoke you or not. He’d then shower and get ready for the day, and head off to his office until breakfast.

Before, breakfast was served with and for the whole crew. But you’d found that ever since getting married, the crew had moved their own breakfast time so that you and Law could have your own time, much like normal non-pirate couples would have.

Breakfast happened when you woke up. You’d rise from bed and depending on the day, either keep your pajamas on or put on your usual outfit. But never the boiler suit you hadn’t worn in years now. Law claimed it was unfair to make the most important person in his life, and also basically his second-in-command, to dress like everyone else. He wanted you to express yourself.

So you’d do your usual morning routine and then head out of the bedroom that you and your husband shared, heading straight to the kitchen to prepare food.

You’d make Law’s favorite, then yours, and bring it down to his office. In there, you’d sit on the extra chair specifically meant for you and only you, and eat breakfast with him. Everyday, Law would repeat the words “thank you, dear” when you’d set the plate down in front of him. And everyday, you would smile and giggle at his words.

After breakfast, you’d let Law continue working while you did some typical household chores. Make the bed, clean up any messes within your bedroom or personal bathroom, clear the kitchen so everybody else could make their breakfast. Do your’s and Law’s laundry if needed, stuff like that. When you were finished, you’d either hang out with the crew or do some of your hobbies.

For lunch, you’d meet Law in the library. Neither of you really ate big lunches, and due to this, you knew Law would just keep working if he ate in his office. So the library it was.

If he wasn’t too busy, the two of you would hang out. Train together, cuddle with Bepo up on the deck in the warm sun, etc. But if Law really had time to spare, you would find yourself back in the bedroom (or really, anywhere “private” on the submarine) for some alone time.

Around dinner time, Law would leave his work behind for the day and join you in the kitchen to help make the food. Again, the crew let you have the kitchen to yourselves, insisting that all couples had their own kitchens so you should too. Except that it was only your own for about an hour and a half. Then it was everybody’s.

Tonight, everything was mostly the same. Law usually had some sort of onigiri or fish, and you’d make whatever it was that you liked. The both of you swiftly worked around each other, an unspoken sort of coordination between the two of you.

Once finished, you’d both sit down at the end of the large table within the kitchen. Tonight was no different. The two of you began eating, making some conversation here and there.

But there was something on your mind this particular evening. You’d been wanting to bring it up with your husband for a while, but you didn’t really know how he’d react. Today, Law seemed like he was in a better mood than usual. Maybe it was due to his Warlord title finally becoming official. But nonetheless, it was a good time to bring it up. Hopefully.

“Something on your mind, y/n-ya?” Law inquired, noticing the odd look on your face, the way you were much quieter than usual, sentences very short. It was unlike you.

“Uh, yeah… but, we don’t have to talk about it-“

“No, let’s talk about it. Tell me what it is.”

Law’s voice was calm, relaxing you. He always made sure to speak to you like an equal (but honestly, he viewed you as higher than himself), and never make you feel like a simple crew member.

“Well, I just don’t know how you’ll feel about it…” you stammered, unsure of how to word this. Gosh, you were nervous.

“I promise I won’t be angry or upset. Never.” Law spoke, looking directly into your eyes now. He wasn’t even eating anymore.

“Um, I just… I didn’t want to bring it up too early, but now that we’ve been married for eight months,” you started, nearly shaking from nervousness. “I… was wondering how you felt about… starting a family?”

Law simply stared at you. You cringed, thinking, yep! You’d fucked up. Of course he wouldn’t want to, you were pirates. It was too dangerous, and you were selfish for wanting it.

“I… I’m not opposed to that,” Law said, calculating his thoughts. “We’re protected now, so maybe it is a good time to… try.”

Your eyes widened, and you blinked at him. “Really? You’d want to?”

He nodded. “Before I’d met you I had thought it would be something I’d never do. But you, y/n-ya… you’ve changed my outlook on, well, everything.”

You smiled, reaching your hands across the table to cover his lovingly. “Oh Law… you never fail to make me feel like I’m falling in love all over again. How can that even happen? Every time I think I’ve loved you more than ever, I fall deeper.”

You giggled as his cheeks reddened, a blush forming on his face. “S-stop. You’re being so…”

“Cheesy?” You finished for him, giggling some more. “But it’s true. I love you, Law. More than anything.”

A small smile formed on his lips, and he nodded. “I love you too, y/n-ya.”

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campyvillain · 2 years

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hey so you might wanna read this in full if you’ve been following me for a while

yknow. i’ve been holding off on confirming it until now but i’ve been reworking one of my past projects on here for… quite some time. like at least around 2 months. it’s what i’ve been mainly working on besides schoolwork whenever i go quiet for long periods of time for anyone curious

and when i mean reworking i mean like, almost completely reworking. aside from the character’s designs and personalities almost nothing is carried over from the original work, full disclosure

to be completely honest i was wracked with a lot of inner sadness and grief when i first made the initial parts of it earlier this year and it led to me always feeling the need to ramp up the stakes of it. idk why that was exactly. but it eventually led to me making something that was hard for me to continue making long term and something that’s extremely hard for me to look back on. i made it to cope with a personal tragedy, and when the tragedies in my life just stopped being so singular and kept piling up… i just couldn’t find it in me to make media that was so dire like that anymore. on top of that i made it during a period in my life where i was completely homeschooled so i had no social life outside of the people in my household and a very few select people online, all of which i am grateful for and who i love very much - but being secluded from any real world interaction like that, especially during such a bleak moment in my life messed me up kinda. all i had to do at that time was study and make stuff. and the stuff i was making wasn’t good for me, even though the stuff i was making for it was extremely high effort. i made entire songs. designed entire sprite sheets. did so much background design and spritework it’s not even funny. and even though it’s my most high effort project to date… i just can’t return to the mindset i made it in, not ever.

if you haven’t noticed i’ve been on a kick of making my works a lot more ‘silly and laid back’ lately, and frankly allowing myself to make things that are just unabashedly fun to make has made me fall in love with creating things again as redundant as that sounds. i was neglecting myself of the ability to create for any other reason than to purge something out of my head for so long that i forgot what making things for myself actually felt like, not the part of me that dreads going about my day but the part of me that wants to feel happy in spite of it all. i think allowing that side of myself to flourish has not only made me better, it’s made my art better. and now that i finally have that sort of inner peace when it comes to creating things i think i’m finally ready to return to that project, as different now as it may be than the project i initially showed to you all.

i know asking for understanding on the internet and especially as a content creator is a pointless task to some extent but i’m just going to warn you that you are not going to be getting a continuation of this project. this is a complete reboot. again, nothing much is going to get carried over except the characters and their designs themselves. but ultimately this is for the best. the story i’ve got this time around is one that’s really fun - at least it’s fun to write, and that’s all that counts - and it’s got a framing device that i personally find really appealing. it’s completely tonally different from the first iteration which is naturally going to turn people off, i know, but just know the story that i’m telling here is one that i take joy in telling. it’s one that i’m going to have a lot of fun with and i can’t wait to take you on for the ride if you so wish to get on it. it’s not gonna be coming for a little while longer, this is only to let you all know it’s even happening.

so, yeah.

that’s what’s been up with eptg LOL

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simhaven · 10 months

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The Flintstones pt 8

Now that the several of the families have more than one household, I will include a marker to help organize which household we are looking at.

Fred, his wife, child and brothers, will be the sub house. Bambam and his family will be the main Flintstone household since he is the firstborn heir.

~The Sub House~

Fred is already using his klepto skills to steal from his neighbors! 😅 It's only been 2.4 seconds since he got this trait. Oh my!

Soon after coming back home after the death of her mother and Gorah, Summer and Fred got pregnant with his second child and her first. There is a bit of chaos at the house and I decide to send the boys out to get to know their neighbors while Summer gets some peace and quiet for a bit.

The two romance sims Aria and Ravi are becoming better acquainted with each other. I can definitely see them hooking up. At least neither of them are married.

Sadly Bhumi and Lani are not getting along so well. That's honestly more on her than him. Lani has some hard traits to get along with, but I love her anyway! She's such a feisty girl and a bit of a rebel. I have them hang out a bit in hope of building their relationship. I would love for them to get married. They look so cute together.

Summer is a great stepmother to little Holly. With Fred finally having a regular job now, a lot of the household chores have been pushed to her, but at least they have two teens to help around the house this time around.

And help is what they shall need because before I knew it, Summer was giving birth.

And now, Angel has been born. I'm so glad Summer survived the birth. It would suck is she passed away in childbirth too.

Oh no! She has the hots for Ravi! Disaster may be coming her way if she decides to take after her mother. I will try to keep them away from each other, but Ravi's a romance sim, Summer has the hots for him, and ACR is a trip so who knows?

Ah, but the romance between Lani and Bhumi is going along smoothly.

Oh yes! First kisses!! I love it! Should I marry them now or would that be rushing?

Oh no! Fred! Dont' steal from your future sister-in-law. You might be ruining things for Bhumi!

Oh wait? ACR has struck again. Lani, you need not get pregnant while serving at the boarding house. That's not a good example for the upper class girls, lol.

Holly also aged up and got the eccentric trait. I'm loving this iconic braid on her, but maybe I will put her in the same hairstyle as her mother when she ages to a teen, but now it's time to jump households.

~The Main Household~

Love is in the air for Dino and Winter Squall it seems and I'm thankful. I think I'm getting so happy for romance like this since there is a bit of cheating in this neighborhood.

Case in point, Bambam and Poppy. I don't even know when this happened. I blinked and ACR did it's things one day while I was at their community lot.

Ah, and now they went to the bed. You know I bought this lot so that the hood can have some other place to have fun besides the woods and a private room the get sneaky in peace, I just didn't think Bambam would be one of those people. Ah well.

While he's pretending to work at the family business to cheat on his wife, Aleyuh and her sister Petal hang out in the front yard. Dino and Winter also decide to hang out in his parents bedroom. To be fair though, it is the only double bed in the house right now.

The whole house is in disarray while they celebrate Wilma's birthday. Wilma is a popularity sim with the party animal trait.

Elnor also grows up and gets the inappropriate trait. I had hoped for better. Gaia grows up and get the mooch trait. Maybe bad traits just run in the Flintstone blood or something.

Aleyuh gives birth to baby Harvey, but sadly I forgot to take a picture amongst all of the birthdays.

Anyway that’s it for now.

Until next time.

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[The Flintstones]

#the flintstone family #the sims 2 test of time

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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FALLING FOR YOUR BROTHER'S FRIEND

bokuto, suna, sakusa

↬ CHARACTER: Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

↬ GENRE: fluff! | romance | love at first sight | high school

↬ wc: 2k~ including bonus snippet

a/n: a random idea,, i remember my older brother bringing home his two friends from hs and both were shockingly good looking. one was the smart quiet type and the other is popular among the girls. it had me thinking "are you really friends with my bro??" kidding but those were the days man~ this random idea made me feel nostalgic lol anyways! i was thinking of making this into a series so let me know if you have a specific hq character in mind that you want me to write for. thanks ☆

part two

Bokuto Koutarou

you are well aware of your brother's friend, the captain of volleyball team

but you have never met him

you are only familiar of how he is mainly through your brother's stories over the dinner table

he frequently hangs out in your house but you never have seen him because whenever he stays over you are either:

out late at night because of club activities

or you never come out of your room when he's at your place

but today could finally be the day you meet him

"just do it."

Your eyebrows furrow at the text message sent by your sibling. Now that summer has started, your brother has his hands full with responsibilities as the student council president of Fukurodani. Generally, you are happy about his absence because it guarantees you peace within the household. You have every space and corner of the house to yourself, and you can live your daily life without him pestering you. But ironically, right now, you wish for him to be here with you. Your phone dings as another message from him pop.

"actually, you don't have a choice. We made a deal. A favor for a favor."

If only you didn't ask your brother to get you the weekly comic from the convenience store the other day, then you wouldn't be worrying right now. you pace back and forth in your room, contemplating whether to pretend you didn't see his texts and toss your phone beneath the mattress of your bed or just simply get over it. As an indecisive overthinker, you're lost with what to do. Your phone vibrates again.

"stop leaving me on seen."

You scowl at the screen of your phone.

"it's not a big deal. Besides, my friend badly needs it. Just get whatever shirt I have in my drawer, toss it in a bag, then give it to him. you know, if only you had the initiative to leave your room and meet him whenever he comes by at our place, then you wouldn't be as anxious as you are right now."

The wrinkles on your face deepen as you read the text message in your head with your brother's scolding voice. Your brother knows you well. He knows that you are the polar opposite of him. He's the typical first-born son that every parent holds pride in. He's good at socializing, he gets commendable grades, and on top of that, he's leader material. On the other hand, you are satisfied living your life on a low profile.

"please?"

in sibling rivalry, saying please is equivalent to submitting to your sibling. so, him saying please to you now makes you think of his urgency. perhaps, his friend really needs it. with a sigh escaping from your lips, you type in your message.

"fine. What is his name again?"

As you hit send, not a minute passes, your brother replies.

"Bokuto Koutarou. Captain and ace of the volleyball team in Fukurodani."

Seeing your brother describe him as the captain and ace leaves you an impression of him.

"what does he look like?"

"he stands out. you'll know when you see him."

your lips curl at the vague description your brother sent.

"whatever."

You reply before throwing your phone on your bed, watching it bounce before finally pushing yourself up. You grabbed an empty string bag from your closet, then you went straight to your brother's room. you pull whatever shirt he has in his drawer, folding it neatly and shoving it inside the bag. Once you are done, you head out and lock the house's front door behind you before pulling your bicycle out of the garage.

This year, the school where Fukurodani and other visiting schools are handling their summer volleyball training camp is a few miles away from your home. so, riding the bike would be more convenient than taking a bus and paying for the fare. Besides, you would instead let your vision be fed with the city lights and nature than sit in a crowded vehicle.

soon, you reach Shinzen High. you swiftly parked your bicycle in front of the gym, where the security guard directed you at. from outside the premise, you can already hear the squeaking sound of rubber shoes scraping across the waxed floor. subsequently, the sound of balls hitting the ground and colliding with the player's hands resonate from where you are standing. as you near the gym entrance, the echoes from the voices of the players get louder, each calling out for a toss or cheering for a player in their team.

you shake the bag off your shoulder and tightly wrap your arm around it, securing it in front of your chest. you step inside the gym, and the first thing you see is an orange-headed boy in the air, his arm drawn back as he anticipates hitting the ball with the expanse of his palm. A loud thud reverberates within the gym, followed by the cheers of his team.

"nice spike, Hinata." a boy with short brown hair and wide shoulders taps the orange-headed's scapula.

"Thanks, captain!" the other boy responds. hinata's mention of captain reminds you of your purpose. you grip tighter on your string bag, and watch the captain with short hair interacts with his teammates.

he's amiable and down to earth but the way he carries himself is enough to know that he is, in fact, the captain of the team. he reminds you of your brother. he's simple. Still, when he speaks or stands among his comrades, he holds the perfect image of a leader. usually friends belonging to the same group emit the same vibes.

so, maybe, he's your brother's friend?

you look around and immediately spot a girl with a small face and midnight blue hair. she holds a clipboard between her hands as he watches hinata's team play.

"excuse me." your voice is low, but somehow, she manages to hear you.

"hm?" she purses her lips as she glances at you.

"can you give this to the team captain?" you point to the string bag you're holding.

"Sawamura Daichi? sure."

"eh? " was the only sound you managed to utter when you heard a different name from her. she was about to take your bag but when you flashed her a confused look, she drew her hand back and over to her mouth, the tip of her delicate fingers touching her rosy lips.

"who are you looking for?" she asks. her doll face mirroring your puzzled expression.

"Bokuto Koutarou. The captain and ace of Fukurodani." right after you said his name, a loud voice thunders inside the gym. both you and the manager turn your gazes at the source.

"AKAAAAASSSHIII!!!" a boy with silver hair and black streaks calls for the setter. he has his hand in the air asking akaashi to throw him the ball. his voice commanded attention, and quite naturally everyone was instantly drawn to him. you can't tear your eyes away from him as he welcomes the ball with a powerful strike. hence, breaking a three-wall block from the other team. despite the loud scream of the boy, the manager you are talking to giggles.

"that is Fukurodani and this team is Karasuno." her finger points at the team playing at the farthest side of the court before pointing back at the team playing near your side.

"i'll assist you there." she smiles at you, her eyes disappearing. A sudden relief washes over you as she leads you to the other side of the gym. now that you have a better view of the whole area, you noticed how packed the gym is. There are four teams, and each group is clad with a numbered vest. there's no way you'll know who bokuto is among the sea of volleyball players.

"yukie, kaori." the manager's tender voice brings your focus back to her. "she needs bokuto."

"okay." the girl with long hair nods as she chews mint gum. the girl with midnight blue hair bids you goodbye as she walks back to her team. the girl with long hair speaks again.

"i'm kaori, and she's yukie. we are the managers of Fukurodani." she introduces herself and you did the same. she continues. "you're right on time since the players will switch sides, so during that break, you can talk to bokuto." both girls smile at you.

"thanks." you mutter, holding the bag on your chest tightly as you hear your heart pound louder.

"Bokuto!" yukie calls. you spin around to face the court and the same boy from last time turns his head to the managers.

"yes?" he says, eyes wide and as bright as the summer sun. his wild hair is pushed up from his face complimenting his arched eyebrows. his figure is no doubt of an athlete; towering height, fit torso, thick thighs, and muscular biceps. he's completely different from the initial image you have of him. But in a good way.

"someone is here for you." kaori explains. the moment bokuto locks eyes with you, a smile on his face creeps up. the sound of his feet jogging to you is synchronous to your beating heart. when he stops right before you, a call from the other team saves you from starting the conversation.

"BOKUTO!" your eyelids peel open at the sight of a ball flying towards the two of you. bokuto quickly turns, and by instinct, he spikes the ball back to the court. a loud thump resonates as the ball hits the ground.

"oya! flexing your spikes to your girlfriend, huh?" a tall boy with raven black hair bickers. you feel the warmth of your body travel to your cheeks.

"kuroo, you're embarrassing her." a blonde boy with dark roots says after meeting eyes with you.

"bokuto! kenma implies that you as a boyfriend is embarrassing!" kuroo clutches onto his stomach as he laughs like the hyenas from the lion king.

"shut up i didn't say that!" kenma mutters under his breath. bokuto turns to you brushing them off.

"sorry, they're teasing me." he smiles. "what is it?"

"it's fine. here are the clothes my brother asked me to give you." you bring the string bag near him.

"WOAH!" startled with the sudden increase in his voice, you freeze. his orbs rounds as he rallies his eyes between you and the bag.

"SO YOU'RE HIS SISTER!" he pulls his hand out for a shake, bringing your senses back to reality. you grab onto it, his large hand engulfing your tiny ones.

"nice to meet you i'm bokuto!" he grins.

"i'm (y/n)!" you greet him back with the same enthusiasm.

"how did you get here?" he asks after untangling his hands with you and taking the string bag from your grip.

"i rode my bike after packing you clothes." you are not the best with small talks but thank god, bokuto is a natural conversationalist.

"in this dire heat of summer?!" he exclaims, and you nod 'yes' sheepishly.

"geez, if only i picked up the right pile of clothes and not my sister's, then i would have not bothered you coming here." he scratches the back of his head.

"that's okay. i should leave now." you point at the exit.

"no! stay!" his gentle yet calloused hands wraps around your forearm. the contact made your knees weak. "at least stay for watermelons. we're taking a break after this."

he looks at you keenly, lowering his back so his eyes would meet yours. he holds hope in his orbs, expecting you to say yes to his offer. albeit, you give in.

"okay." you bob your head.

"GREAT!" bokuto cheers in excitement. he finally lets go of your arm, but you can still feel his grip on you.

he takes you by surprise when he playfully ruffles your hair before speaking.

"i'll make sure you'll enjoy this match. keep your eyes on me." he genuinely pulls the corner of his lips, but something about what he said made you stop breathing. you bite the insides of your mouth as you stare back at him, his eyes never leaving yours.

"i like your smile," he says under his breath, making your whole face burn. Afterward, he pulled his back straight up like nothing happened, then jogged back to the court to meet with his teammates. Consequently, sweat begins to form in your forehead, and each heaves of air is heavier. your heart would beat faster whenever you replay the last words and sentences he said to you in your mind, picturing his rugged bearing and prominent gaze.

what the heck is happening to you?

bonus:

after days, you lie on your bed attempting to push the memories of your interaction with bokuto each time he crosses your mind. you feel perplexed with the way the insides of your body would react by just thinking of him. you turn to your side, cupping your face with your hands as you try to bury the image of your brother's friend at the back of your head.

soft raps sounded from your bedroom door cuts your train of thoughts.

"coming." you are quick on your feet, eyes dejected and distracted from the image of the captain and ace lingering in your mind.

"hey!" a voice greets you upon opening the door. you have his voice recorded in your head to know exactly how it sounded. to your horror, your sight welcomes the boy you dread the most to forget.

"b-bokuto?" you stutter. you stop the urge to slap your face to wake you up in you slumber.

you must be dreaming.

"i brought you cookies as a thank you for being my angel at the summer training camp." bokuto speaks. after blinking repeatedly, you tip toe to see past his shoulders.

"where's my brother?"

"oh, i asked him if i can come over to give you this and he said yes. he left right after i arrived. he's a busy man." bokuto chuckles. you take the box of cookies from his hand.

"thank you for this." you gesture to the box of sweet delights.

"sure." he nods at you. silence lay dormat between the two of you. you both share awkward glances before he decides to break the ice.

"your brother is a busy man but i'm not."

"huh?" your eyes widen in confusion. you don't know where he's getting at.

"i'm free today!" he rephrases, leaning on the doorframe of your bedroom door. you are not sure what he is implying to you but his eager eyes gives you a wild hunch.

"do you want to stay over and watch a movie?" instantly his orb shined brighter and his smile shows his teeth. he displays happiness innocently like a kid excited over small trivial things. he nods at you avidly like a child making you burst into laughter.

"you're cute." you accidentally blurt out. you cover your mouth as you catch yourself off guard. bokuto looks at you with endearing eyes before uttering,

"i'm glad we're on the same page."

continue reading to part 2?

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ellitx · 3 years

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In honor of Father's Day, could we get some headcanons of the twins (separately) as parents?

Venti as a Father:

It would be really chaotic and a mess when it’s him watching over the kids

Just feeding them and bringing the spoon to their mouth like an airplane, and if one of his children happens to playfully throw the food to his face, it’ll be a food fight.

Of course, it didn’t last long when you entered the room and you see everything is so cluttered and dirty.

Venti can be strict with them if he has to but most of the time he’s carefree and lively with them. Often going outside to play, gliding, and maybe just a leisurely family time with you, him, and the children.

He’s not really restricting them but if they wanna play outside they have to ask his permission first so he’ll know where they are or so that he can watch over them

Venti likes it if his kids ask him to carry them! He’ll carry them on his shoulders so they can see the beautiful view of Mondstadt's scenery!

Or if he’s laying on your lap and they’re asking to be carried, he’ll lift them up and act like they’re flying in the sky. He’ll use his vision to make it really breezy so they can feel what it’s like to soar in the air.

When it’s time for dinner, he has to call for them. But the problem is they’re so mischievous that they even hide from him. It’s easy to find them but for the sake of entertaining them, he pretends he doesn’t have a single clue as to where they are.

“Now where’s my little sweetie hiding again? Looks like Detective Venti is starting another case of Disappearing Angel.” He takes his cape and flips them in the air for a dramatic effect and boy does he hear that stifled laugh behind the sofa.

He takes out his lyre and starts singing about the clues he had gathered and for suspense, he stopped strumming his instrument and stood still. Their kid covered their mouth to quiet themselves and it was unfortunate for them they didn’t notice their father was already behind them.

Venti’s hands slipped underneath them and hoisted them to his shoulder causing them to shriek and wiggle around while giggling.

“Papa, that’s unfair!!”

“Another point for Detective Venti~”

Aside from playing detectives, he’s pretty much dramatic around them if they’re playing house or prince and princess together.

“Oh, sweet child of mine, call the fairest maiden for I, Venti the Most Handsome, Charming, Powerful, and Talented Bard has fallen down because of the great dark dragon’s compelling attack.”

Your child first thought of you, immediately rushing to where you are and tugging at your sleeves.

“Mama! Mama! Help Papa come back alive! He said the only way to regain his powers is that you have to kiss him!”

You choked at your own spit, your face burning hot hearing another ridiculous idea venti started for you to kiss him. You didn’t want to disappoint them so you obliged and followed them to the living room.

There you saw venti laying down, his hands on his chest with his eyes closed, and sure you’d mistaken him as some kind of princess if not for your daughter asking you to help him.

Clearing your throat and readying yourself in acting mode, you kneeled down beside him and clasped his hands with yours.

“Oh, my darling Venti. All your power has been drained, the energy within you has been stolen by the greatest and fearful creature that has been ever lived. But fear not, for I have come to aid you by… by caressing you with a true love’s kiss.”

You slowly leaned forward and ran your finger on his face before closing your eyes until his lips brushed with yours. The tips of your ears were turning red when your child awed and watched closely, and for sure you felt your husband’s lips tugging upwards. His hand reached up behind you to hold you close to him and let the kiss last longer.

His eyelids flutter open, revealing the marvelous emerald orbs he has that were the same as your little angel, and he turned at you with clouded eyes, his cheeks beginning to tint with warm red.

“…more…”

Before he could latch his lips with yours once more, your child jumped at his back and cried,

“You’re alive! You’re finally alive! Quick, defeat the dark dragon before it destroys the castle!”

Venti almost forgot he was playing with them. All of a sudden, you felt your feet weren't on the ground anymore and in instinct, you held onto his shoulder and gaped at him. Venti's arm was underneath your bottom, carrying with such ease as if your weight was as light as a feather.

“Of course, my dear! Now that my power has been replenished thanks to this lovely maiden, I can finally stop the dragon’s outrage through the power of wind and freedom!”

His right hand glowed, unleashing a gentle yet powerful wind to knock down the mini dvalin stuffed toy that was standing in front of the blocks. The toy’s balance was gone, causing it to fall onto the ground as a sign the enemy’s disturbance was no longer present. Peace, harmony, and freedom were settled back to the small kingdom you, your child, and your husband had created.

Himmel as a father:

Himmel’s a househusband! Due to his frail body, he’s more inclined to work inside the house which he doesn’t mind. So all the cooking, cleaning, laundry is handled by him.

Househusband Himmel doesn’t really mind at all! In fact, he really enjoys it because he gets to watch over his kyut litol beybis playing around the house and spend time with them!

He knows you’re already home when he hears his babies screaming “MAMA!!”, it’s either a playful chase with his children on who gets to hug you first or he let them hug you first before he kisses you as a greeting of welcome home.

Whenever he goes to the grocery, he brings his children with him and they’re in the twin stroller. Everything is prepared; the pacifiers and two bottles of milk, and perhaps some extra diapers in case the line is too long and they need a bathroom break.

Himmel always takes a morning stroll and he also brings his babies with him so they can get that vitamin from the sunlight for them to be healthy. Don’t want them to risk being so unhealthy when they grow up now do we?

Maybe after the stroll, he stops in a nearby park to rest, maybe even allowing them to have some fun as long as they’re in his sight. Himmel will start planning on having a picnic time as family bonding on weekends so you can also take a break as well as you can get in touch with your own kids

While at home, carrying his two kids in his arms is no biggie for him. He can even multitask with it, though he prefers if they are in the crib just in case he doesn’t accidentally step on some toys and slip while carrying them.

He loves holding them and carrying them with him after he finishes the household chores! He’ll play with them, shower them with kisses, keep on telling them how much papa loves them and how he’s so happy they’re part of his life. When they run out of milk, he has to take the new supply you’ve readied in the refrigerator.

The babies will crawl up to him, stretching out their short arms towards their father because they wanted to be carried. Himmel chuckles then picks them up before making their drink. He hums a song while warming the milk and leaves small kisses on their head and nuzzles his nose against it as he waits

His little ball of sunshine is full of energy so he can be quick to get exhausted, but he’s trying his best to stay awake to make sure nothing dangerous happens to them. he lets them crawl up to him and play with his hair and when they also get sleepy and clings to him, it brings a smile to his face and holds them close to his chest protectively before laying them back down in the crib

Himmel may have taught them many things, from a simple reading, talking/cooing, walking, and maybe even singing. He has bought many things that can help them like rattles, squeeze toys, picture books, and also some stuffed toys they can play with.

Over the months, he’ll buy different toys for them so they can start the process of learning simple stuff like ABC blocks and even more plushies.

His kids love it when he sings or reads them a bedtime story. If you’re free, you and Himmel will reenact the story to maybe entertain them, and oh their cute little smiles and giggles tug their parents’ hearts.

Once they reach the age of three, Himmel is so excited for them that they can meet new friends. It’s the start of their preschool and he prepared everything. Now he’s the type of father who’ll take a picture of them every single year and some memorable moments to be added in the album

After school, he’s there to pick them up with you. All the mothers were gawking when he was standing near the door and looking for his cute babies. Perhaps he’s a brother to pick his siblings up?

Lol nope

Their jaws dropped when they heard a scream of papa from the running children. He opened his arms and caught them easily as they jumped at him for a hug. The mothers/guardians can’t believe Himmel's a father. Such a youthful face he has and having two children?!

He gives them a kiss on their forehead and asks how their day went. When he told them that mama was waiting outside, the twins immediately left their father’s side and ran out of the school to see you there smiling and waving.

“Mama!! Look, look, my teacher gave me a stamp that I did well!”

“I have five stars on my booklet!!”

Your eyes sparkled at their wonderful achievements and patted their head. Himmel stood next to you and smiled, admiring the wonderful warm feeling in his heart to see this growing family.

Kneeling before one of his kids, he whispered something next to them causing them to gasp out and looked at you with big curious eyes.

“I’m going to be a big sister/brother?!!”

You look at your husband with an astonished face and pout before playfully shoving his shoulder.

“That was supposed to be a surprise!” You whined. Himmel laughed and pecked your lips, whispering “I can’t help it,” before taking the hands of his child then yours. You take the other twin’s small hand and walked side-by-side with your husband and children back home

#anon ask #ellianswers #genshin impact x reader #venti x reader #himmel x reader #domestic genshin #elliwrites #genshin impact

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ask-rp-devra · 3 years

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With things in order the pair moved out of the barn, into the cold breeze that began to pick up through the morning. Val tagged along by peach’s side as per usual. They wound their way towards Greys home from home, a water type area, and the treatment plant for the drinking water on the island. You could just make it out down the road.

“don’t feel like you have to take them, but I suppose it saves us finding another place to rehome him...”

She shrugged as they walked, enjoying the view of the island. “I know. But it still won’t hurt getting to know the little one. You never know! We might just hit it off.”

Peach knew the Pokemon pretty well, and quite frankly it was difficult not to love him. They came to a halt outside the water treatment building, inside you could see Professor grey talking to a visiting trainer, busy with work.

“‘let’s try the side door.” The woman waved to Devra to follow her, round the side to a slightly overgrown entrance. You had to step on thorny vines and dodge nettles as you went but it was otherwise easy to get to.

Devra carefully stepped over the thorns as best she could, trying to keep from getting scratched. “I didn’t even know there was a side door. Guys you guys don’t use it too often with all the brambles.”

“‘we put it in for busy days, and it counts as a fire exit, though I’ll have to come back to clear the area a bit, this isn’t up to code.” She was annoyed it had slipped her off her plate, but she would get it fixed quickly. The growth was only one seasons worth, so nothing unmanageable. “‘I guess with grey using the big double doors, most of the time we don’t have to slink around the side.

The room beyond the door was a little small, it looked like a break room come kitchen, with a slender staircase up to one side, and a door at the back that from the layout you could tell lead into the main room with the pool and big doors at each end. Peach began to climb the staircase, coming up to a reasonably long space, a few plants, a desk, some chairs, and a large sleeping houndoom, monitoring several puppy Pokemon. Two growlithe, one darker in colour, a lillipup with a bright blue bow, a couple of poochyena, one striped a little at its legs, an electrike, and a Pokemon not a lot of trainers would have seen before. It’s body was stocky like a houdour, with the bright cream mane and fur of growlithe, a sweet looking hybrid of a momma arcanine, and the houndoom dad that guarded them all, one of Professor Greys older team mates, and a part of the household in the evenings. Peach gave a whistle and the lot came over to say hello.

Devra gasped excitedly when she saw the pack of puppy Pokémon. She knelt down right away and was soon swarmed by the little ones. She never got tired of dog Pokémon, being one of her favorite group of Pokémon for their use in herding. “Oh my gosh look at all of you!” She gave everyone attention in turn, then came to the hybrid. “Is this who you wanted me to see?” She squished her own cheeks as see looked the pup over. “He’s adorable!”

The messy ball of cream and black fur was a people Pokemon, he saw his chance to be adored and took it, jumping into Devra’s lap with a very playful expression.

“eeeeyup, he’s the runt of our last litter, a real character though, even if he is a little small at the moment. You can look after him leading up to the trip if you like, get to know him a bit. You two might like to travel together during the Tundra trip.”

Devra busied herself ruffling his fur and smushing his face as Peach talked. “Oh my gosh I’d love to get to know him! Just look at this sweet boy!” She looked up at the Professor as she pressed her cheek to the pup’s. “Does he have a name?”

He was lapping up the attention, some of the other Pokemon joining in with play. The older houndoom sat beside Peach overseeing the little ones, keeping them from getting out of hand with little huffs and looks.

“nope, he’s not got a name yet, we never got round to picking one.”

She flopped back onto the floor, always ready to be swarmed by puppies. “Well we’ll just have to fix that. Every big strong Pokémon needs a good name. Makes me feel special. Isn’t that right big guy?” She ruffled his cheek fur as she was licked in the ear by the lillipup.

“‘maybe time together will present you with an adequate name, there’s no rush to find one for him, can change them whenever you like now days.�� The pups swarmed then dispatched to play with toys, leaving the hybrid behind with Devra where she sat.

Devra laughed as they went off, giving the little guy a good chin scratch. “I love him Peach. Will Grey be okay with me watching him?” She looked over at the houndoom and smiled. “I hope dad is okay with it too.”

“he was up here with the others because these lot were lol going to be potentially rehomed tomorrow. If you take him, it won’t make much difference, no one had a reserve or anything on the little guy. And as for dad?” She looked to the big guy who was quite old now, had had many pups, and was quite happy to see them go, he liked his peace and quiet when not out with his trainer. “‘Nah, this ones good, he’s Grey’s loyal bud, he doesn’t have a lot of time for child rearing most of the time, he’s only really here because he’s a good child minder.” The woman laughed a bit, that old fleabag of a houndoom was always lolloping around the house, making an excellent door stop or foot rest.

“we trust you’ll look after them, there’s not too much between them and growlithe, so you should be just fine care wise.”

Devra grinned as she hugged the little guy tight. She then got up and went over to the houndoom, kneeling down to be on eye level with him. “I promise I’ll take good care of your pup.” She then got up and turned to the little one, opening her arms and calling him over. He barked happily and leapt into her arms. She had a few more words with Peach before making her way back to her little world on the island.

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rreyie · 3 years

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Fight for Us

Chapter i- the reunion

summary- it’s been a long time since you’ve last seen reiner, one of your best friends from your childhood. but he’s changed. a lot.

genre- some fluff, angst, comfort/hurt

warnings- mentions of trauma, alcohol, readers feeling getting hurt, death. major spoilers for those who have not watched aot. eventual smut, not in this chapter- this is mainly just background info.

a/n- i told y’all i would be giving you a reiner fanfic for 500 followers, so i delivered and now it’s probably a series lol

For the past hour, you had been waiting at the train station for the Warriors to arrive once again. You had heard about their recent victory at Fort Slava, which everyone seemed to be giddy about. Another step towards victory.

You hadn’t seen them since you were about fourteen or fifteen, when you used to hang out with them in their free time when they weren’t training. You would all chat about who would be getting each titan and why and what the future would hold for you all.

It was always peaceful except for when Porco and Reiner had their usual clash, a few of which quickly became violent. It would usually end with Reiner having a bloody nose which you would always have to tend to, telling him to tilt his head back as you dabbed a tissue under his nose and on his clothes to wipe off the remaining blood.

Your parents lectured you each and every day about how you shouldn’t be hanging out with Eldian scum like him, that he and the others were spawns of the devil and not to be trusted around their innocent daughter. They scolded you each time you checked on them or decided to bring them bread to eat, and sent you to your room for hanging around them. They claimed it was out of love, but you knew better at this age that it wasn’t out of love- it was out of fear.

But they gave in on the day they were leaving for Paradis, and let you say goodbye one last time. You and Reiner talked for a while about how he will make his parents proud of him and save the world.

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“So you think you can do it? You can really turn things around?”

“Of course I can!” Reiner chirped. “I’ll be a hero.”

“But you only have thirteen years, Reiner”, you warn him. “Your life is cut short now. I, I just...”

“Just what?” Reiner asks you, hazel eyes looking your way.

“I just... don’t want to lose you that early.”

You felt your cheeks start to warm, and quickly hid your face in your shirt to save yourself from the embarrassment. Reiners gaze was soft now, mouth slightly agape. You could easily see a pale pink form on his light complexion.

“You’re that worried about me?” He questioned, slightly raising his brow.

“Yeah, sure. You’re one of my best friends and I don’t want you dying early like that. It’s not fair to you”, you said, almost muttering those words.

“Y/n...” Reiner said. “I’m not just doing this for my parents. It’s for you too.”

Your eyes stop staring down at the ground and now avert to Reiner, who’s blush was deep now.

You had no clue what to say. It seemed like this comfortable silence was the best option, just sitting there trying to process your emotions.

The sun was starting to set, and Reiner had to leave at sunrise with the others. He slowly got up from the pavement of the sidewalk and brushed off his uniform pants in case any dirt got on them. You got up with him, wanting to spend every moment you possibly could with him before he left.

“I think this is goodbye, y/n. I should get some sleep before I leave in the morning”, he murmured.

“Okay. Guess I should let you sleep then”, you say. “Just...promise me you’ll come back alive. Fight for us, Reiner.”

Reiners expression turned warm, a smile curling on his rosy lips. “I will. I’ll come back, I promise.”

You both knew what was coming next. Reiner put his hands out for you and pulled you in close, your lips landing on his. You put a hand on his cheek, rubbing at his skin as both of your lips clashed against each other. It wasn’t a rough kiss, but not timid either. It was somewhere perfectly in the middle. Something you both were going to need to remind you of each other.

———

Now the time had finally come to meet eyes with him again. This was the last thing you thought about before the train came rolling in, coughing big clouds of black steam as it entered the station. Cheers could be heard from the crowd on the platform as passengers from inside waved to their families, likely for the first time in years.

You jostled through the crowd once the train came to a stop and started to unload its contents. Soldiers ran to embrace their mothers, fathers, siblings and spouses, some reunions making tears fall from their cheeks. This was the most happiness you had seen in a while.

Nearby, a short brunette girl quite literally flung herself out of the train, shouting into the air about how happy she was to be home. A man with slicked back hair had a rosy-cheeked blonde, clearly intoxicated, slung around his shoulder. For a moment you thought it was Reiner, but you thought otherwise when you continued to observe his features.

“Reiner! I’m so glad you’re home!”

You heard what sounded to be an old woman talking in another direction, the mention of his name making your head instantly turn towards where it was coming from. A woman with short blonde-grey hair was hugging a much taller man, with pale skin, hollow cheeks and noticeable dark circles under his eyes.

No fucking way that’s him, you thought to yourself. The solemn expression on his face did not match what you last saw, the old Reiner you used to know. What the hell had happened while he was in Paradis? Did the island devils get to him?

You gulp and decide to go and see for sure if this was really Reiner. Pushing through the dense crowd again, you walk the direction of the familiar voices.

Once you finally get a clearer glimpse of the old woman and who you assumed to be Reiner, you came to the conclusion that this was in fact him- just a tired, potentially malnourished version of him.

“Reiner!” You call. His head spun around, eyes widening when he saw your figure running towards him. You swore you could see a tiny smile form on his face, a contrast to his exhausted features.

You run into his chest, and wrap your arms around his buff figure. But for some reason, you don’t feel his arms hug you back. It felt strange, but you were going to take what you could get.

“Y/n?” Reiner asked, making you tilt your face up to confirm that it was you. “Oh fuck, I missed you, how are you?”

“Language, Reiner”, the old woman scolded. You could recognize her now, it was his mother- Karina Braun.

“Excuse me mother”, he said. “But really, how have you been?”

“I’m okay, but shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” You question him. “You’ve been at war for years.”

“Yeah, sure”, he responds. “Just tired.”

You pull away, and see Karina starting to smile, making her dimples appear on her cheeks. “This must be y/n, the girl you wouldn’t stay quiet about when you were little!” She exclaimed.

Reiner scoffed. “Not the time, mother. And I didn’t talk about her that much.”

The dispute between them made you giggle. Karina sighed, slightly exaggerated.

“If you like, you can come over for dinner tonight”, she offers. “I’m making beef stew and my sister and her family will be over to talk about what happened. Her daughter is a warrior candidate too, so I bet Reiner and her would have some interesting stories to tell.”

“Sounds wonderful!”, you say. “I’ll be over whenever.”

“Is seven alright for you?”

“Yes, that’s alright”, you reply. “In that case, I’ll see you two tonight!”

Karina beamed and nodded. Reiner was clearly starting to get bored of the conversation, observing some of the architecture of the station. It looked like he was in his own world, telling from the foreign look in his eyes. They didn’t seem as bright as they used to.

“I should go. I need to run some errands for my family before tonight, but I’ll be over! See you two later!”

“Goodbye, y/n!” Karina yelled as you waved and began to walk away. For some reason, Reiner did not say anything to you before you left, which you found strange. You chose to not question it out of being polite, he may still be adjusting to being back in Marley.

A couple hours had passed since you left the train station. You went to the market to negotiate the high prices of nectarines and plums, to the bank to cash a few checks, and back to your parents house to drop off groceries and a little bit of spare cash to buy toiletries for the week.

But Reiner didn’t leave your mind while you were doing all of this. You were almost scared to ask what happened to the others who went on the mission, in fear of the truth. Perhaps minding your own business was the best thing to do right now.

You walked into the Braun household at exactly 6:55, a smile on your face. Karina hurriedly walked to the door to greet you, a bubbling sound in the distance along with the scent of meat, garlic and rosemary.

“Welcome, welcome!” Karina chimed. “I’ll take your coat, it’s rather warm in here.”

“Thank you”, you say. “It smells delightful in here!”

“That would be the signature Braun family stew”, she said. “My sister is tending to the stew. Reiner and Gabi are in here waiting for you.”

You walked though the hall that connected to the dining room and small kitchen, where the smell was coming from. Reiner and Gabi sat at the table along with a middle aged man, who was Gabis father.

“Is this her?” The man asked. “Nice to meet you, y/n. This is my daughter Gabi, and I bet you know Reiner. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Gabi gave you a toothy smile, while Reiner just looked down staring at his empty bowl.

“Sit down, Reiner and Gabi are about to tell out about their experiences”, he said and pulled out a chair.

The other woman in the kitchen brought in a steaming pot of a red stew, chunks of meat, carrots and celery floating around in the thick broth. She dished you some, then gave some to the others.

Gabi seemed to talk for hours about how she single-handedly took out the rest of the Allied Forces from a grenade she constructed, Reiner not saying anything and only staring at the stew, occasionally poking the contents.

“It was amazing!” Gabi said. “After this it’s just those island demons!”

“Speaking of”, her father said. “Reiner, how was your stay in Paradis?”

“Dad, you shouldn’t ask that stuff!” Gabi yelled. “Most of it is probably classified anyways!”

“You’re right, Gabi”, he sighed. “Reiner, forgive your uncle.”

“Actually”, he began. “Not all of it is a secret. There was this girl who had the courage to eat a potato at the opening ceremony... what was her name again? Sasha Braus? Yep, that sounds about right...”

“That’s wonderful, but I mean the battle. Did they find out? About you know... the titan thing?”

The slight smile on Reiners face soon disappeared and turned into one of terror, his pupils getting small and eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Gabi elbowed her father. Karina flashed a nervous look to her sister, and you looked back to her for guidance.

“Reiner, are you okay?” She asked.

“Y-yeah, just need to step outside. I think the air is getting to m-me”.” He quickly got up and left his seat and hurried out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You all sat in silence, growing uncomfortable by the second.

You weren’t hungry now.

———

After failing to make conversation due to the recent events, you get up and excuse yourself, only after putting your bowl in your sink and thanking them for dinner. Gabi promised she would tell you more about her adventures before you headed out the door.

The Braun’s had a small porch on the house, and you assumed that Reiner would be sitting there when you came out. But you were shocked to find him nowhere to be found. You told Karina that you would look around for him, and left the house.

You were out for two hours looking for him. The night was starting to become darker, stars twinkling above you and shining down on this messed up world you were a part of.

But after hours of searching and worrying that you may not see him again, you found him on a bench outside of a pub in Liberio.

“Hey, Reiner!” You yell to him. His reaction wasn’t as sudden as the last time you called his name at the train station. Instead, his head was hanging low and slowly lifted up, his eyes reminding you of a stray dog.

You walked towards him, and stood in front of him once you felt that he noticed your presence.

“Your mom is scared, she doesn’t know where you ran off to”, you lecture him. “You should really come back home-“

“I’m not coming back home tonight, y/n.”

“Huh?” You ask him. “Reiner, it’s almost midnight. I’ll take you home if you need someone to walk you home.”

“Stop worrying about me. I’m staying here for the night, gonna have a few beers. Just... go away.”

These words take you by surprise. You can feel your throat tighten, and you try and swallow the feeling down so you wouldn’t have to deal with it right now. You couldn’t cry, not with him in front of you like this.

“I said fuck off. What do you not get about that?” His gruff voice growled. There was hostility in his expression, like you had never known him, or even worse- he was your enemy.

“O-ok, I’ll be going now”, your say as your voice cracked. You did your best to stifle your tears but you couldn’t stop them from collecting at your lash line. “Um, have a good night, Reiner.”

Swiftly, you get up from the bench and head in the direction of home, where you would probably spend the incoming day crying in embarrassment for making Reiner pissed. This was the exact last thing you wanted to do, make him feel uncomfortable to the point where he was pushing you away.

You stopped at a nearby lamppost to collect your thoughts, slumping against the cold pole and letting a few tears trickle down your cheeks. You grab a tissue from your pocket, and try to soak up your salty tears. You felt like absolute and utter shit.

A few footsteps are heard in the distance, and you are quick to reach in your other pocket and pull out a small pocketknife. After all, Liberio after dark wasn’t a safe place for a woman to be. Especially in this lighting.

“Who’s there?” You ask. “Show yourself or I’m drawing my knife.”

“Calm yourself, y/n.”

The familiar deep voice came closer to where you were standing, and a tall figure showed itself in the shadows. The red armband was crimson in the faded yellow light from the lamp, the man wearing a beige uniform.

“Reiner?” You ask, hoping for an answer. “Is that you?”

“I followed you back. I’m sorry for yelling at you”, he grumbled, and scratched the back of his head. “It’s about time I told you what happened.”

You nod, and sit on the curbside of the dimly lit street. He came and sat with you, just like you two did when you were young.

“So are they like people say?” You ask. “You know, the whole devil thing.”

Reiner shrugs. “They’re not evil. But they’re not good people either. It’s... hard to describe.”

“I understand.”

“You do?”

“Well, that’s a stretch”, you say. “I don’t, but I know how you feel. Um, I know you probably don’t want me asking but... what happened to the rest of the people who went with you? Marcel? Bertholdt? Annie?”

Reiner puts a hand to his face and shakes his head.

“Marcel died first. Bertholdt died a year ago I think. His titan was passed down to some blonde boy with a bowl cut in Paradis. And Annie, god who knows where she is? I’m not sure if she’s alive or dead.”

This information was something you were struggling to process. Marcel was a quick thinker, how could he not survive? And Bertholdt- he had what may have been the strongest titan, and who would want to kill his poor gentle soul? Annie though, you still had a bit of hope for.

“Before he died”, Reiner began. “Marcel told me I wasn’t meant to become the Armored. It was supposed to be Porco, but he interfered to protect him. I’m seeing what he means by I wasn’t meant to do this.”

“Don’t say that”, you order him, but not in a pushy tone. More like a gentle one. “If you’ve made it back alive, that’s enough for me.”

“What would you have done if I died?”

“I wouldn’t know”, you say. “I don’t think I want to even think about that.”

He nods. Death was too familiar to him now, it had almost become his friend now. It wasn’t an uncommon thing to see nowadays.

“And you kept that promise to me”, you utter. “You came back in one piece. I’m proud. This entire country is too.”

Reiner doesn’t look to you. Instead he gives a hum of approval, indicating that he heard you. You could see his chiseled features in the moonlight shining down on him to create a perfect shadow. God he was beautiful, he always was.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot hcs #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #reiner x reader #reader x reiner #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #aot reiner #reiner aot #snk reiner #reiner snk #aot #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction

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hellbound-honeybee · 2 years

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Prompt 6: Dawn (Wolfstar)

Lately my sleep schedule has been pretty backwards, lol. Honestly 3am to 7am are my most productive hours and I HATE waking up (even if it is at 4 in the afternoon).

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Contrary to popular belief both Sirius and Remus are morning people. They're just morning people in the exact opposite way.

During the summer breaks their schedules shift to accommodate their sleeping preferences and more often than not it meant their schedules only overlapped for six or so hours every day. Surprisingly enough, both boys enjoyed their little routine.

For one month every summer the marauders gather at the Potter household and Sirius gets the blissful treat of sharing a bed with his boyfriend without the others finding out. Remus is always overly cautious of getting caught but with Sirius permanently moved in and occupying his own bedroom, Remus gets to be a little reckless. He lets Sirius persuade him into bed where he will inevitably curl up in Sirius's arms to sleep. Sirius will of course stay up half the night and finally fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Every morning without fail, Sirius will wake up to a cold bed and Remus standing beside the window, watching the sunrise. In these hours everything is quiet and peaceful. Sirius will climb out of bed and press his chest to Remus's back, slipping his hands under the taller boy's jumper. Remus, already dressed and drinking his morning tea, adores these intimate moments with his boyfriend, it almost feels like they're the only people in the world. He's finally free to kiss and snuggle his boyfriend without the fear of someone walking in on them. Not even Mrs. Potter will be awake so early.

Eventually, once the sun is fully above the horizon Remus will guide his sleepy Sirius back to bed and tuck him in. In the soft golden light, Sirius looks almost angelic, it's one of the few times Sirius looks truly at ease. Remus watches him for a full hour before he joins Mrs. Potter downstairs where he usually helps cook breakfast. With the food spread out across the dining room table and everyone gathered for breakfast, Remus is inevitably tasked with waking Sirius.

Sirius does not wake easily nor happily as he does at dawn. This second morning is full of whining and pleading for 'five more minutes, love'. Sirius hates being woken up with a passion and so far, Remus has been the only one to get him out of bed with minimal grouching. The thing is, Sirius is very clingy when he's tired and not being able to grope his lover puts Sirius in a foul mood.

By the time Remus coaxes Sirius out of bed, it's usually half eleven and his collarbones are nearly covered with dark hickeys. Remus supposes he's lucky he is able to convince Sirius to keep the hickeys below the collar of his sweater. The last thing he needs is to drag Sirius down to breakfast ─ lunch now ─ with deep bruises on his neck.

Sirius might not be a stereotypical morning person who is eager to get out of bed and start his day but to anyone who asks, his favourite time of day will always be dawn.

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< Prompt 5: Ring (Wolfstar) Prompt 7: Slither (Drarry) >

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius orion black #remus lupin #oneshot #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #mlm #gay #100daysofwriting

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lilyrachelcassidy · 3 years

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Summer Nights (2)

A/N: Is that... is that...? The unbridled enthusiasm I’m hearing? Or are you trying to reach me with torches and pitchforks for being so untrustworthy? Assuming the first option.

Anyway -- Yes, as I promised, this is the second part of the Summer Nights which you would hopefully enjoy. Waiting for your feedback. It’s the INDEX if you need a refresher.

ALSO, I give a lot of credit to @drawlfoy and @bored-and-botheredwho helped me with editing this chapter and steamed off my emotional breakdown related to my writing (lmao). I love you so much gals and a big THANK U once more!!!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: coarse language; alcohol; Narcissa turning into a shitty-mother (lol)

Tags: @war-sword @paradigmax @winnsmills @idkatee@bforbroadway @okaydraco

The next thing Draco knew, he was being woken up with a massive hangover in the snuggly, way-too-comfortable bed by the high-pitched squeal of his mother.

"You, darling, made a lot of trouble for yourself yesterday," Narcissa admonished her son, a glacial cool look on her face. Entering Draco's hotel apartment, she walked over to the window and opened the drapes with one swift movement, splashing an annoyed Draco with light. He groaned, not yet daring to complain due to his mother's livid mood, to say the least.

"You have no idea of what happened yesterday, do you?"

"Yyy-" was the only sound he could make. God, where to the fuck was he? He hadn't been this plastered in forever.

"Of course you don't." Narcissa shook her head and laughed nervously, although she made it plainly obvious there was nothing humorous about the situation. "You blacked out so hard in that sleazy bar there is no way you can recall anything from yesterday. Look at you -- you are squinting at me like I'm the sun!"

Draco nervously ran his finders through his disheveled hair. He was definitely not in the right mind to provoke the conflict. "I left you the note at the reception," he informed her, trying to slickly get out of the unenviable conversation. "Told the receptionist to hand it over."

Contrary to his mother's accusatory ascertainment, he actually had some glimpses of the previous night (or should he say an all-night rave?). There were for sure drinks -- a lot of drinks; a variety of kinds he didn't recognize from the magical world but still guzzled delightfully. The second recollection was dancing --which wasn't his intention, but with some luck of his -- got invited by some hot-looking chicks from across the table. And yes, he definitely remembers the swaying and the rhythmical moving of the hips along with some cheesy muggle vibes mixed with the smell of booze and weed. Maybe he even hooked up with one of the girls? The last thing he recollects before passing out, almost like through a haze, was seeing Narcissa's furious face screaming something incoherent at him. Overall, that's his all night wrapped in one.

"Do you think the mere note 'I will be fine' was going to calm down my shattered nerves? Draco Lucius Malfoy, I swear to our dear ancestors, I did not raise you to act so irresponsibly." She waved the finger at him warningly. “We come from rich history. You are the descendant from a line of successful forefathers who put their effort into building up our reputation. Do you think Lucius would approve of such unrestrained behavior? I’ve been already hearing of letting you be too careless. Is tha-"

"Mother, could we skip the lecture?" Draco snapped angrily, try as he might to suppress it. "I've heard it too many times. All I’m trying to have is a peaceful life. Without the prying eyes of the media and the meddling of my family..."

"And all I’m trying to have is an integrated, happy family to offer you support and love.” Draco opened his mouth to cut her in, but she shushed him with a wave, clearly suggesting 'Don’t even get me started’ meaning. “I’ve been- been trying to get a job, going through the infelicitous job interviews and looking for a solution to help our household through the post-war crisis. Have you shown any interest in that? Any?"

"But mo-"

"The last thing I want to have on my mind is dealing with your ignorant, boyish transitional stages, and let me tell you -- you do not make it any easier for me," she said without taking a breath. She exhaled slowly and continued, this time forcing a softer tone. "I ask you one thing for this summer. Let it be an enjoyable time without unnecessary conflicts. We have come to the beautiful country as France. Let's make a good thing out of it."

Draco, who was already wide awake by the buzz of adrenaline, looked at her with a serious expression. Scanning her face made him suddenly realize how hard must it have been for her to bear everything, and seeing the bags of tiredness under her beautiful, hazel eyes stopped him from retorting. "Mother, no matter what happens, I'll always support you. Remember that."

Narcissa smiled. “Oh. I know, honey, I know.” This time she lowered her voice by two octaves, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed. “It’s just… people have been gossiping behind our backs lately, partly throwing the blame at us. All I’m trying to do is protect us from those tormentors. But your binge drinking is not making the deadlock any better, and it drives me mad.” She chortled a little bit and patted Draco’s palm. “So, until the rumors die down, all we can do is raise our chins high.” Narcissa ended, her voice encouraging yet plaintive.

The last thing Draco liked is seeing his mother on the verge of emotional exhaustion, like in this moment. He felt an instant surge of sympathy, so he quickly found himself locking Narcissa in the supportive embrace. She responded to the gesture by wrapping her arms around her son’s neck and stroking his cheek delicately with the back of her hand, just like in the old times. Both of them yearningly wished to come back to those years of frivolity.

"I promise I'll try to be better," Draco said with certainty. Seeing Narcissa’s eyes light up in gratefulness and the smiley dimples form on her features, he assured himself it was the right thing to say at that mother-son moment.

“How could I be so lucky to have such a wise boy,” she muttered proudly, kissing Draco at the top of his head. “But perhaps you should not restrain yourself too much during the holiday. I give you the partial alibi per se. Just keep it under control.”

Smiling, Narcissa got up, straightening up her impeccable posture as in the habit of the high-status woman. For the first time in that day, Draco noticed how elegantly she was dressed up: the black, partly lacy dress stopping at the level of her knees; the shiny-white pearl jewelry perfectly matching her entire outfit; dark yet not defiant high-heels; andhair fixed up in the tight bun. In Draco’s opinion, she looked too prim...even for herself.

"Mother, are you heading somewhere?" he asked curiously.

“Well…” she started, blushing. “I’m going to see my old friend in the coffee shop. I haven’t been there for ages, so it’s one of the chances to meet up with them. Hopefully, you are going to take care of yourself for a few days.”

"Days?" he asked, shocked.

“You didn’t expect me to travel from town to town, did you?” she laughed lightly. “Bordeaux is quite a route to overcome. So I might be settling there for a few nights. Do you mind it, darling?”

Was he positive about the information? Did he mind? Partly yes. He didn’t imagine the prospect of wandering around the alleys of France on his own, especially on the first day of being there. But from the other side, seeing the joy painted on his mother’s face as she told him about the planned get-together made him feel less skeptical. Plus, getting rid of the extreme supervision for a few days wouldn’t be such a disaster as well.

As he calculated now, the ratio about the idea was 90% pro and 10% against.

"Of course not," he said simply, smiling at his mother.

"I knew you would understand." The crease of uncertainty on her forehead disappeared, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Meanwhile... I have already booked you the brunch downstairs but seeing as you are not in the wholesome state, I might order a delive-"

"Don't..." Draco opposed, rising from the bed and throwing the nearest shirt he could find over his head. "I'll come down. Some fresh air may be a cure for a hangover. Oh, and speaking of hangovers -- do you happen to have an anti-hangover potion?"

Narcissa let out a quiet chuckle and clapped her hands, seemingly satisfied with herself. Her tranquil gaze landed on the cupboard. "As a matter of self-preservation, yes, I do. Try searching inside the bedside cabinet."

He thanked her and then they talked with each other a little bit longer until Narcissa took the pocket watch out of her handy purse, noted the time ("Merlin's Beard, I am so tardy! I'm going to be alone on the platform if I stay here a minute longer!), and –a little startled with her inadvertency – hurriedly declared she should get going ("I really should get going Draco!”). Pecking her son twice on the cheeks as a farewell, she rushed towards the door and, for the last time, turned around to blow a brief motherly goodbye kiss. She left in such a hurry that the only sign indicating her presence in the room a few seconds ago was her familiar perfume lingering about in the air.

Draco gathered his clothes, and after half an hour of very difficult preparations while dealing with the consequences of yesterday's actions -- because the potion finally hits after two to three hours -- he found himself in front of the hotel's restaurant. As he walked in, he had to admit the room enchanted him with its lovely atmosphere, which brought back the memories of his first Hogwart's magical feast as an eleven-year-old boy.

With the large windows allowing plenty of light in, the entire space was in the classical style. The whole floor was clad with marble tiles in the white-like color; the walls were purely white and, apparently, someone must have put a lot of effort not to let a single dust spot appear in there; the ceiling was created in the concept of the sky resemblance making an impression of the real clouds hovering over heads. Three enormous chandeliers made a very good fit with carved wooden tables and similarly-looking chairs.

"Sir, would you like to make an order?" The decently looking waitress walked over to his table, with a white apron around her waist and green, deep eyes staring at him. "I'm Laura, by the way. I'll be serving you today."

He nodded, not really paying much attention to her primitive attempts of having a chit-chat. Cursorily glancing at the menu, he decided on having a french bagel with melted cheese and a coffee which was a specialty of the house as was written in the recommendations. The waitress scribbled something sloppily in her notes, smiled briefly, and then strode away.

The restaurant was almost fully emptied, and the only things heard in the background were a heated discussion of the couple beside the table and a composition of french, old songs prepared specifically for the guests.

Draco let out a small sigh of boredom, thinking yet again about the scenery of today. The only ideas that crossed his mind were either lounging in his stuffy hotel room or finding another hang-out spot to drown his sorrows.

After the War, he had found out it was pretty easier not to give in to any of the memories, blurring them out with the support of Scotch as a coping mechanism. Pansy and Daphne, his childhood friends, had tried to talk him out of it, kindly offering some tenderness and a chance for a conversation. But he had eventually stopped caring about any of that bullshit anymore.

That's why perhaps he'd just--

"Hi!" said a cheerful voice behind him, making him jump slightly at his seat with surprise. At first, he thought it was a mistake; that he must have been deemed as someone else considering he didn't know anyone around, so was in the opposite way. Turning around, however, made him realize it wasn't entirely the truth. "Do you remember me?"

"Hello." Of course, he remembered her. It was the receptionist from the previous day, whose name he didn't bother to memorize. Although he planned on avoiding potential candidates for a talk today, he said truthfully, "Yes, I do. You work here, right?"

"Yeah," she confirmed, smiling. "Can I join?"

For a moment, his sluggish brain did not process what she was asking about, and that made him frown. The girl probably comprehended what it was about because she explained, reading his confused expression. "...the table".

"Oh," he said, feeling more than embarrassed for his dumb reaction. "Yeah, help yourself."

"Thanks," she mumbled, pulling out the chair to make some room for herself. "Tough night, huh?"

The inquiry made him suddenly realize she must have witnessed the whole scene yesterday -- him asking her for a favor, Narcissa drilling her out for any clues about his disappearance, his arrogant attitude, and scurrility as he spoke to her. For sure, if she were smart enough, she would deduce what the situation was about.

He couldn't help it, but a wave of shame pierced through his body, and his stomach rolled slightly.

"A little," he answered minimizing a dimension of the spree, almost like a lie, and then he shook his head. "Listen, sorry about yesterday. I might have been...rude."

A small smile of courtesy formed on her lips. "I presumed you were a little off. Happens..." she said tentatively, gripping both of her hands together. "Oh, and about yesterday -- you lost this at the lobby." She took his wand out, and Draco's stomach made a second roll, the heartbeat hastening like a speed of light. He quickly tried to bring his face to the natural expression, but the girl had noticed that, and curiosity filled her eyes. "I thought I should give that back. In case it was valuable or something."

Fucking great... How was he supposed to elucidate that?

His throat felt so dry he couldn't let out a word of excuse. The moment was so mortifying to him he just reached for the familiar wand and nodded politely in gratefulness.

"Mhm..." Draco hummed, barely audible and momentarily deflated. "It's just... Something I've been training with..."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dolt?!

"Oh," the girl unconsciously flipped her hair off the shoulders, probably trying to make sense of the information. Furrowing her brows, she put her hand under the chin. "Are you a magician?"

"Kind of..." he agreed, not happy about the reputation he had just created for himself, but at the same time satisfied he didn't have to make up more explanations.

Luckily for Draco, the uncomfortable pause was rescued by the arrival of the food -- thank Merlin -- and even though he hadn't been hungry at all, now he felt an unexpected appetite to eat up the awkwardness. The girl probably caught a hint it was about time to end an encounter because she grunted.

"Listen," the girl started, clearing her throat yet again. "I better get going. But..."

The next thing Draco knew was that she was reaching to her pocket again, this time taking out something similar to a quill, only without ink. He assumed it must some kind of muggle invention, only a mechanical-like version. The girl uncorked it and suggestively drew out her hand, clearly signifying he should bring his hand closer as well. He obediently did.

"France is a big city," she said, glancing at him and sounding serious. "If you ever needed someone to show you around, let me know."

Without any preamble, her soft, delicate fingers grasped his forearm (he made sure to give her the right one), and with a few scrawls on his skin, she looked at him merrily, blushing slightly, and then left a table.

He stared after her for a while, looking at her curls bouncing behind her back as she walked away at a slow, monotonic pace. After a few seconds, she disappeared out of his sight, letting him finally peek at the note she had left:

'Call me, Y/N,' and a nine-digit number attached.

XOXOXO

A/N: I know this part might have contained too little Draco x Reader momento, but I promise it’ll get better as a plot develops. Also -- is it only my impression, or is Narcissa as changeable as the weather in Germany lol.

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Whose your top 5 buggos you like to have as your roommate? Can even be supporting ones too!

Okay, gonna have to think about this. Actual order is uncertain, as I'm mainly just "who would be a good roommate" rather than "who would be the best roommate"

1. Q/uirrel. he- h-himbs mah boi. Need I say more? okay but in all seriousness, he's a scholar and an archivist. his hobbies are probably quiet and wouldn't take up too much of the house, plus he probably has at least some sense of organization, since he worked somewhere akin to a library

Hmm.. that's cleaning covered, how about cooking (hdkahfafsd I do care more about them than just what they bring to the table lol)

2. H/ive K/night? Access to a lifetime supply of honey, heheh. I don't know that he'd know how to make food with anything other than honey, though. Aside from that, he has many, many soft fuzzy friends. Definitely a plus. House full of bees, but who cares? They're cuddly.

3. Mmmm.. M/atoooooo! I honestly would not mind living in a house full of pillows. And I've seen some interpretations of him where he loves to cook. Just wish he was a bit more organized with his stuff. That's one thing O/ro's got over him. He would be very nice to just hang out with, though. Meditate a while and such.

Trying to think of more people/bugs I could relate to. Like, not L/emm. Too much of his stuff, not enough room for mine. Probably not H/ornet. She's cool and would likely insist on making sure the housework gets done, but honestly I might be a little too intimidated by her. That, and I think her household is full enough as is with her siblings. In happy endings, anyway

4. Oh! How about M/yla? She's a cute little bean, and I feel like it'd be fun to help her find ways to use all the crystals she mined. Jewelry, décor, mosaics maybe? So long as you don't lose yourself to their entrancing glow.. Having a roommate to draw your attention away when they start to be too much might be beneficial. And she sings!

who else who else who else who else-

T/iso can have Q/uirrel for a roommate honestly. It's hard to picture him living with anyone else. and then B/retta is.. relatable, but also a bit much? I wouldn't want to impose on S/heo and his husband, the H/unter has his own distinct, solitary lifestyle, there are a bunch of others that are either a heCK no or a respectfully, no.. I love O/grim, but he is a stinky smelli boi and I cannot live like that, hmm...

5. Maybe the S/eer? Drinking tea and tending graves, sounds like a peaceful life. I wouldn't mind it. And I think she could really use the company, being one of the last (if not the last) members of her tribe and all.

Honorable mentions: L/urien and/or his butler, That One M/oss K/night, the little mushie people, the grUBS, B/ardoon (he IS the room), B/rumm, M/onomon, C//ornifer and I/selda, C/loth, several non-warrior ghosts (M/arissa, the whole S/pirit's G/lade, J/oni)

listen, why does this game have so many heckin characters. too many to choose from. many I forgot. and a bunch of unnecessary unspoken limitations I've set on myself

#ask #long post #so much rambling #hk spoilers #not entirely happy with this post #but heck if it isn't a bunch of words

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strangerobin · 3 years

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Rue: Chapter 3 (A Jasper Hale x OC Imagine)

A play of hide and seek.

Writer's note: I had initially intended for this to be a reader insert piece, but it gets difficult trying to write without a name. So I decided for an OC instead lol

“Welcome to Northern Lights Resort and Spa, how may I help you?” Adeline smiled as she welcomed the next set of guests at the front lobby.

She’d moved to Whitehorse where the city was permanently covered with white snow and blanketed by the night sky more than half of the day. Found a part time job at the local resort, rented a run-down flat in downtown. It was cold and dark and it was everything she needed and loved.

Depression always did look good on her, as Tatiana would say.

But Tatiana would not think to find her here, nor Father, or anyone else for the matter. And she was safe, free to wallow in self pity and self loathing; free to ruminate on every last regret she had.

Thursday nights were reserved for movie nights; the local cinema showed sepia movies every Thursday nights, and it was nostalgic to see Audrey Hepburn and Elizabeth Taylor and all those stars again on the big screen, she was always addicted to the motion pictures back then.

She even managed to keep a fling on the side. A young college boy with golden curls, though his eyes were not quite the right shade of brown, his were too dark. And she wished he wouldn’t talk so much of his self absorbed art pieces, she’d rather he talked about the literature he should be reading instead. She’d picked a copy of Frankenstein from the local book store again, and he’d only given it a side glance and never returned to it again. But he was a warm embrace in the dead of the night, so she guess she’ll let it pass for now.

Other nights though, she would walk out alone in the reserves, hunting, mesmerised by the Northern Lights, solar winds from the sun meeting this earth’s atmosphere, deflected by the earth's magnetism to become polar lights that twist on itself to form an array of colours. It made her feel small, reminded her that she did not mattered, that nothing mattered.

“Your rooms are on the fifth floor, the lift is just past the lobby on the right. Please enjoy your stay here.” Adeline recited her lines, directing her guests on their right way.

It wasn’t much really, but mundane was good, habits made her feel safe. She’d managed to carve out a little safe haven for herself in this gigantic world.

It was enough for now.

Until she felt the strangest sensation in her chest. It had begun as a dull ache, so insidious she did not notice when it first started. Not long after, the pain began to come in waves, crashing, clenching at her heart so painfully she was starting to sweat. Adeline clawed at her chest. Mumbling an apology, she quickly ran to the back and folded into herself, sweating dropping down her brow as she tried to make the pain go away.

It didn’t feel so much as a physical pain. Nor was it the usual warnings that her instinct whispered. No, it was something else, something more emotional, something more primal.

What was happening?

It felt as if she was reminded of all the things she had lost in her entire existence, all the grief she could not hold. But there was another sharp tug at her heart, urging her to move in some unknown direction, lest she should regret.

The feeling only seemed to intensify as the seconds passed. And then she knew.

It was coming towards her. Whatever it was that her heart sought.

Just as the doors to the resort opened-

Adeline Ruelle did the only thing she was good at.

She ran.

In the exact opposite direction.

It took them quite a while to even figure out in which direction she had gone. It had taken Alice an even lengthier time to pinpoint which area she might be, scouring all her visions for a single blindspot. It was near impossible.

Jasper’s anxiety was quickly infecting the whole household; everyone could feel the tension in the air, electrifying. Edward and Bella had to take Renesmee to stay in their little cottage; even Emmett had been quiet for most of the days. Jasper mostly kept to himself in his room, oscillating between two extremes, bouncing on the balls of his feet and sitting hunched in the corner, frozen in his thoughts.

“North.” Alice had finally muttered on the tenth day. “Canada.”

From there on, it was another few weeks before the pair managed to locate their target working in a resort in Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada. Tracking her scent, and where the blindspots were appearing, but even that proved difficult. And by the time they had arrived, she had been gone.

Just gone. Her colleagues had no way of knowing where she had suddenly vanished to in the middle of her shift.

They did, however, managed to locate her little flat in downtown.

And possibly a fling or two.

Jasper had simply looked on in distaste at the man, never uttering a single word. Alice was left with the questions.

How long had they known each other? What did she tell him of herself? Did he have any clue where she might go next? On and on and on, which they gleaned pretty much close to nothing for the college boy. Jasper had simply rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands petulantly into his pockets.

Alice though, she did not miss the resemblance the man had with Jasper.

Then they had gone into the flat she had rented. Clearly she had been there before, hastily packing her, possibly, few possessions with her. Except one or two mass paperbacks she had evidently bought to pass time.

Alice watched as Jasper lingered on the little paperback edition of Frankenstein carelessly strewn over the coffee table. Watched as he fingered the cover of the book thoughtfully, then leafed through the pages of the book. When he caught her staring he merely shrugged.

“It was always her favourite.”

She did not miss it when Jasper quietly tucked the book into the pocket of his jacket.

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being. I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”

“That’s a little too morbid, wouldn’t you say so darling?”

“On the contrary, I find it exceedingly accurate and befitting.”

“Come now.” He chuckled good-naturedly. “You are not a monster, darlin’.”

“And who’s to say I am not?” She challenged with steel in her eyes.

“Adeline.” He admonished softly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “You could never be one.”

“And how would you know? Perhaps it is because I hide my fiendish side behind a mask so masterfully that I have deceived the world, and even you.” She hated the shrillness in her voice, the desperation she tried to conceal.

“Sweetheart, only my heart cannot deceive me. You have bared your heart and soul to me and I have seen, have felt the kindness and love overflowing from your heart. How could a monster possess of such?”

“And if I had committed crimes in my past?”

“Then I know with confidence that it was not out of ill intent on your part.”

“You are too kind, Jasper.”

“Am I now? Come let us read something sweeter darling.”

Adeline pouted. “You know it is only my favourite.”

“And I do not understand your morbid fascination of it.”

Adeline huffed in annoyance and Jasper laughed poking her in the cheek. “That being said.”

“The monster was never truly the monster Adeline. It was always Frankenstein. Remember when he said ‘Life, although it may be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.’”

“He loved life more than anyone else, he possessed the gentlest soul and a deep appreciation to life like no other. He deserved to live, to be loved more than anyone else.”

Adeline blinked in shock at Jasper’s passionate outburst and before she realised, a single tear had rolled down her cheek.

“Adeline?”

She leaned forward and to capture him in a passionate kiss.

Adeline awoke with a start. Turning away from the blinding sun, she rubbed her eyes blearily. What time was it even?

Certainly not the 1800s.

Misplaced memories. Huh.

Adeline tried not to let her mind wander back to her dream just now, and certainly not the man of her dream.

It was close to three months after that incident at Whitehorse, She was in Minnesota now, surely no one would think to look for her here. It wasn’t New York or Chicago or Seattle. Nowhere conspicuous, middle of the line, your average American midwestern state. Surely that would provide for some camouflage or something?

No matter.

She had far troubling things to be concerned of right now.

She had been going over it time and again since her flight. The incident at Whitehorse was strange really because in all her existence, she had never once felt that before, the strange pull at her heart. The ache in her chest.

Or not?

Something was goading at her in the back of her mind, to examine the incident closer, to remind her of certain memories she would rather not remember; but she refused to let anything surface.

She picked up her new copy of Fitzgerald - Tender is the Night.

She had a shift at the local bar in three hours. She was determined to be their on time and not go down some damned rabbit hole.

“It’s here.” Alice looked to Jasper as he took in the environment, the rain falling softly beside them in the chilly January night; the lights from the bar, the cheap building. She hadn’t yet met the girl, but Adeline sure did know how to blend in, finding the most ordinary of places to hide amongst humans. Places not too obvious, but also not too obscure, where no one would bother to look twice, or even think to look.

Jasper’s face was grim and his eyes set. He was radiating anxiety, probably without meaning to. She gently patted Jasper on the back to soothe him.

“It’s alright, I’ll go in first. You wait here for my signal.”

He only nodded.

Ducking into the threshold she was immediately assaulted by the barrage of lights and noise; it took Alice a few minutes before she caught sight of a head of brown curls at the bar table chatting with her fellow bar tenders, all the while cleaning glasses. She made a beeline for it.

“Adeline Ruelle?”

The girl turned towards her and assumed a businesslike front, ready to serve. But Alice did not miss the small tremor in her shoulders, the uncomfortable shift in position, subtle and quick as it may be.

Bingo.

She was evidently a master in concealing her emotions, her nervousness hidden behind a reassuring smile, anyone would have been fooled. Except Alice. She watched the bartender closely.

“I’m sorry Miss, we don’t have an Adeline here. I’m Cordelia, perhaps I can get you a drink first while you wait for your friend?”

“Bourbon, if you would be so kind.”

“Just a minute.” She turned to get the drink and Alice took her time to appraise the girl.

She really was beautiful. Alice thought. She might be posing as your ordinary college student/part time bartender, but the way she held herself, her grace and poise, it was something she could never lose even on purpose. And the breathtaking beauty, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was no wonder Jasper had loved her so completely, irrevocably in his past life. How could any man resist such an alluring woman? She could not be mad at Jasper for his choices in his past life; and judging by his recounts and the hardworking girl right in front of her, neither had anticipated the whirlwind of romance and the subsequent breakup when they first met. In fact she might just be a tad bit jealous of the bond they shared, she’d never in her life experienced something so strong and consuming. Sure she loved Jasper and no one could deny the love that they shared. But it paled in comparison to one the two shared. She was almost sure they were mates.

It still left her heartbroken all the same.

But then she remembered the first time she met Jasper; we’re not mates but if you would have me we could keep each other company until our mates showed up. I mean, two is always better than one right? It left her conflicted now; she was reaping what she had sowed.

Yet as Alice continued to observe the girl closely, she noted how her coworkers seemed to treat her as if she was just any normal college student. Talking to her, bantering lightly, she threw her head and laughed heartily. To them, She was just the right amount of charismatic it seemed. And her smell…

It was then she realised she did not catch ahold of her scent.

Had she concealed it? Could one even do so on voluntary grounds?

“Your bourbon miss.” Adeline returned, sliding a small glass across the bar table.

“So what brings you here, to Minnesota?” Alice decided to make a strike.

The bartender’s face twitched momentarily. “Pardon?”

“You don’t seem like you're from around here. You don’t look like it.”

“I mean, It’s a free country. Anyone can go anywhere really.” Adeline shrugged.

“Lemme guess.” Alice pretended to think all the while observing the other closely. “You’re from the South, aren't you? Like Louisiana, or Texas.”

“I’ve lived there, yes… but then again I’ve lived almost everywhere really.” The bartended shot her a tight-lipped smile, the stiffness in her posture even more profound now. “Well if you need anything just give me a holler will you? I hope your friend finds you soon.”

It was her.

Alice watched as she turned to smile at her coworkers and then ducked into the kitchen.

She was making her escape.

Well, they can't let her go that easily now can they?

Alice raced out of the bar immediately, searching for her companion outside the parking lot.

But she was only left with an empty parking lot as the wind blew and the rain fell harder than ever.

#jasper hale #jasper hale imagine #jasper hale x reader #twilight #twilight imagine

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