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pansy-picnics · 1 year

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how did unknighted dream react to varian coming out/bringing home hugo lol

LMAOOO OK so this is one of my favorite things ever solely bc theres SO MANY different ways it can go and literally all of them are fucking gold

i feel like they always knew varian was Not Straight. im a big fan of the idea that varian transitions after qfad and has a big mental breakdown haircut when his dad gets trapped and considering his feelings towards both eugene and cass i think it was always this unspoken thing all of them knew about. rapunzel and eugene however were obviously Not expecting him to bring home a whole ass boyfriend

of course varian wrote tons of letters home so they both heard everything about the new friends he was making, but varian was insistent on not telling them ANYTHING about his crush because god knows how rapunzel would react if she found out about That. she was suspicious when he came back for the light trial but decided to keep her mouth shut until they were all finished with their work there

i love rapunzel and eugene being super supportive but also a Little protective. and its not really anything to do with anything hugo’s done, they’re all about second chances after all but they’re obviously not ready to see their baby brother grow up so fast. ive seen a lot of fics where one or both of them are very defensive and suspicious towards hugo and it ends with a VERY yummy confrontation from varian where he tells them they need to learn that he’s an adult now and is able to make his own choices and they have to be okay with that. but the route of them being so excited and supportive that it ends up being overbearing is also super funny and in character

i think rapunzel at first would be super excited varian is finding love, and very welcoming towards hugo on a surface level- but as time goes on the tiniest things start to make her paranoid, and she worries a lot about varian getting hurt in some way. cue her snooping around a lot just to make sure he’s okay, varian eventually confronting her about it and her apologizing and promising to recognize varian’s maturity and be more accepting of his choices.

when rapunzel actually starts to see hugo on a deeper level she starts to recognize a lot of his similarities to varian, eugene, and especially herself, and she’s now basically like “oh ok!!! new baby brother!! :)”

she then tries to be a lot more welcoming towards hugo, trying to help him settle into the castle without being too overbearing. of course from hugo’s perspective her seemingly constant mood swings make him very hesitant to trust her, but eventually through varian the two are able to bond and find a lot of common ground

eugene on the other hand is fun bc he’s way more versatile and it can go a LOT of different ways depending on how they’re introduced or how their past together is established. i love the idea of him basically becoming Cass 2.0 and being super overprotective of varian but i also like to imagine he’s mostly just so hostile towards hugo bc he recognizes so much of his younger self and is Cringing about it (he would literally NEVER admit it though). like he’s like “i cannot STAND that kid he always acts so cocky and like he’s sooo much better than me” and cass is like “lmao yeah right? he’s exactly like you when you first came here” and eugene’s just “😐”

anyways they’re best friends (they literally cant stand each other)

no they do start to get along eventually though and i have so many thoughts about the potential friendship between the former thieves, lance hugo and eugene would be SUCH a dynamic and this fandom is sleeping on it fr

and then theres cass. GOD cass is my favorite in this situation by far bc shes way more logical and is like the only grounding force between rapunzel and eugene. new dream are the overemotional parents/older siblings in this situation and cass is like. the wine aunt.

bc see cass already ran into varian at some point during his journey and has already processed most of these changes ahead of time. she already recognized how much varian had matured and how much this trip had changed him. and most importantly she recognized what was going on between him and hugo a Long time ago and literally Did Not Care

in fact cass’s main concern is literally just that she thinks hugo is annoying. its not like she’s suspicious of him at all bc she fully trusts varians judgement and also knows varian is capable of handling himself. she’s aware that varian clearly saw something in hugo and chose him for a reason. she just doesn’t like him solely out of personal bias

cass doesn’t straight up tell raps and eugene what the problem is because she knows they need to hear it from varian more than anything but she does try to kind of push them in that direction. she reminds them like “hey maybe you should try to give the kid more credit. i think he knows what he’s doing” yk that kind of thing.

ironically enough though hugo is WAY more scared of her than he is of anyone else. shes like on the same level as quirin on his list of threats which is hilarious because they are the main 2 people who have like, basically nothing against him

hugo: so is this the part where you tell me you’ll kill me if i hurt varian

cass: ? what?? oh no that bitch is fully capable of killing you himself if he wanted to

hugo: …….yeah thats fair actually.

#ask #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #vat7k #varian and the 7 kingdoms #varian #princess rapunzel #tangled cassandra #eugene fitzherbert #vat7k hugo #varigo #uknighted dream #new dream #pansy rambling again #tts headcanons #pansy-art #hugo rottewange #tangled ask

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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✨✨Masterlist✨✨

Welcome to my masterlist!

Here you will find links to various headcanons for Stardew valley and SDV mods. The masterlist will be constantly updated as new headcanons are created. I will write the rules for asking questions later, perhaps in a separate post.

(Edit: This is old masterlist, I have new in my blog!)

Last update: 22.03.2023

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✨Stardew Valley headcanon✨

General headcanons:

SDV bachelors and bachelorettes on the first date with Farmer | SDV townspeople's react to the news that Farmer has joined the Adventurer's Guild |SDV Bachelors found out their kid was being bullied | SDV bachelors will Artist!Farmer s/o | SDV bachelor and bachelorettes with the Farmer who has a young brother/sister | SDV bachelors and bachelorettes receiving a drawing of them from the Farmer | SDV bachelor and bachelorette file a divorce from the Farmer | SDV bachelors meeting their son/daughter for the first time | Protective SDV bachelor | SDV bachelors react to the Farmer using return scepter/warp obelisks | SDV bachelors random HC with Farmer s/o | SDV bachelors with the Farmer s/o who has tic disorder/Tourette's

Specific headcanons:

Sebastian:

Sebastian asking/going out with the Farmer on Valentine's Day | Sebastian's first date/confession with the Farmer s/o

Elliott:

Elliott with the Farmer s/o being silly

Leah:

Leah with the Farmer s/o being silly

Shane:

Shane, when Jas grows up

Penny:

Penny asking/going out with the Farmer on Valentine's Day | Penny's first date/confession with the Farmer s/o

Emily:

Farmer cheers her up after bad day

Harvey:

Harvey with tall!Farmer s/o | Harvey has a dream in white the Farmer is seriously injured

Sam:

Farmer cheers him up after a bad day

Some random headcanons:

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✨Stardew Valley Expanded (modded) headcanons ✨

General headcanons:

SVE bachelors and bachelorettes on the first date with Farmer | SVE townspeople's react to the news that Farmer has joined the Adventurer's Guild |SVE Bachelors found out their kid was being bullied | SVE bachelors and bachelorettes with the Farmer who has a young brother/sister | SVE bachelor will Artist!Farmer s/o | SVE mages and adventurers react to Farmer's new all-powerful wizard friend | SVE bachelors random HC with Farmer s/o | Farmer's finds out they lives longer that ordinary people

Specific headcanons:

Magnus Rasmodius:

From teacher and student to lovers | Magnus as Farmer's partner | Magnus without a beard

Olivia:

Olivia with the Farmer s/o

Victor:

Farmer cheers him up after a bad day

Lance:

Jadu:

General headcanons | Lance's and Jadu's friendship

Some random headcanons:

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✨Other headcanons✨

People ask about random headcanons:

People ask about random HC I (SDV+SVE) | People ask about random HC II (SDV+SVE)

Other:

Thoughts on the theory that Abigail is the Wizard's daughter | Madness and pink cake in a huge slime

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #sdv reader #sdv masterlist

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rosyjuly · 2 years

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companion fic to this and this in blessed collaboration with @antimonyandthyme. 2k, E, a/b/o, pregnancy mention, heat stuff.

He didn’t tell Mick not to come over.

Maybe he should have. He doesn’t know. Maybe it’s selfish to want to smell Mick, to want him spread his pheromones all over the house, from the couch to the kitchen, until it’s warm and safe in every room. Mick hasn’t been over in a few days, away for the Barcelona race. Sebastian had hoped that he could make this go away by then.

Judging by how Mick’s nostrils flare as soon as he opens the door, how his eyes darken, he obviously failed.

Mick’s looking him up and down, checking him over, his gaze settling on Sebastian’s belly for a second before it snaps back up to his face.

“Hello,” Sebastian says weakly. Mick’s face does something complicated before it smoothes over along with his scent.

“Hey yourself.” Mick looks good, as carefree as he gets these day. “May I come in?” Always so proper. But there’s a tautness to it, like if Sebastian said no, he would just nod and get back in his car without complaint, he would drive back to Geneva and reach out later to check on Sebastian, no hard feelings, just concern and kindness.

Sometimes Sebastian wonders—

But it’s pointless to wonder now. He’s made his decision.

“Of course,” he says, stepping to the side, Mick moving in tandem. He steps in for a quick hug, careful of Sebastian’s belly, his thumb brushing over Sebastian’s nape.

It’s better once they’re in the kitchen, where Sebastian can busy himself putting the box of sweets Mick brought on the table, putting on the mocha and the kettle. As always, Mick offers to help and Sebastian turns it down. It soothes some primal, dumb instinct in him, to fix Mick a drink when he arrives home — to Sebastian’s home. Like an offering.

Right now, he’s also thinking about other ways he could properly welcome an alpha visiting his home — on his knees, a hand fisted in his hair, his mouth stuffed full — but that’s just the hormones talking. He takes a deep breath and tries to think of anything else than the memory of the weight of Mick on his tongue.

“Tell me about the race,” he asks while he’s carefully filling up the bottom of the mocha with hot water, just like Maurizio showed him all those years ago.

“You haven’t watched it?” Mick sounds teasing. Any other day he’d come up to Sebastian and hip check him, but he’s keeping a cordial distance today. Polite to a fault, Mick is.

“You know I did,” Seb says, flashing him a quick smile.

He thought it’d be harder to turn on his telly at home and sit down — then jump up every other minute, whenever Mick or Lewis pulled a brilliant overtake or defended like a lion. And it was strange, sure. But it was also peaceful in a way: he could cradle his stomach, turn down the volume to tune out the commentary and he could talk to his baby, tell them all about the circuit and the memories he made there. Like he was reconciling his past as a racing driver with his future as a— as a father. Sometimes it’s still incomprehensible to him that he’ll become a father, that he gets to have this after all. Even if he had to cut his losses with how honest he can be about it.

“Lance finally caved and texted that he misses me. What has Fernando done to him? I want to know the gossip, come on,” Sebastian grins. Mick laughs and pulls his phone out, scrolls until he finds a video of Fernando’s latest antics.

The mocha starts whistling and Sebastian snatches it off the stove before Mick can even try.

“Good to know your reflexes are the same,” Mick laughs. He’s getting them mugs from the cupboard, never able to let Sebastian do things for him unreciprocated. “Chamomile okay?”

Sebastian nods and fixes Mick’s coffee the way he likes it. He got a milk steamer last year when Mick started coming over: he’s been using it for his own morning coffee since he’s begun his voluntary recluse.

They trade drinks, their fingers brushing over the hot ceramic. Even the brief touch sends a shock through Sebastian’s system: it’s only due to decades of training that he manages to avoid jostling the mug, but Mick’s free hand snaps to steady his elbow anyway. Sometimes it scares him how in sync Mick is with him, and then the bone-deep satisfaction at the realisation scares him even more.

On the couch, Mick finally tells him about the race. Steiner’s been civil so far and the car is better, thank God: Mick’s been in the points, ahead of Kevin.

It’s completely out of the blue, the sudden wave of desire that rakes through Sebastian’s body like a whip, razor-sharp and abrupt. He throws his head back and barely manages to bite his lip to trap a noise inside his mouth. After a minute, it ebbs, but just like the currents of the sea, it leaves behind its mark on the sand; he presses his legs together as if he could mask the cloying scent of slick. He’s felt himself starting to get wet in the kitchen, but didn’t think too much of it — Mick tends to have that effect on him.

There’s a deep blush on the apples of Mick’s cheeks now. Sebastian wants to reach out and touch it, taste it, wants to suck his flushed earlobe into his mouth, wants Mick’s mouth even redder and on his neck, parted and wet and then sharp—

“Seb,” Mick says, the caution in his voice in absolute contrast with his dark, intent eyes. Sebastian feels himself clench down on nothing as Mick’s scent starts to fill a room like an answer to his unsaid pleas. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

He is speaking slowly, like he’s focusing on forming every syllable with perfect precision, like it’s taking him all he has. His hands twitch in his lap, as if he wants to reach out, to tug Sebastian in his lap and snake a hand between his thighs—

“Sebastian.” Not a question this time. It’s his alpha instructing him.

Sebastian shakes and then shakes himself out of it, as much as he can.

“It’s, uh,” he blinks and takes a deep breath, which is a very bad idea because then he’s swallowing a lungful of just how much Mick enjoys Sebastian assenting to him. “I went to the clinic— not important— but it’s like, like, a pseudo-heat, the doctor said…”

A pseudo-heat he’s been trying to break for two days now. It’s different from a real heat that it comes and goes in waves, that’s why he hadn’t taken a rain check today. But no matter how many times he’s touched himself, no matter how many times he’s made himself come with his fingers stuffed inside himself, fucking himself sore with toys— it’s only temporary relief before it all comes crashing down again: the heat licking at his insides, the throbbing between his legs, a living heartbeat.

Then he makes the mistake of looking up at Mick who’s watching him like he wants to eat Sebastian whole. Sebastian whimpers. He wants to bare his throat and let his legs fall open, wants to ask Mick to put his big hands on him again, finally.

“You can ask, Seb,” Mick says, his tongue darting out. Mick flipping him over, spreading his legs and leaning down, his mouth searing hot—

The last time Mick had him—

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian says, letting out a shaky breath. “You can just ignore it.” He clenches his thighs together for just a second before he stands. On shaky legs he walks over to the window to open it, to let in some fresh air to offset the saccharine scent of his slick.

As he reaches for the handle, he hears Mick walk up to him, feels his scent grow even stronger. And then Mick slides his hands to his waist, his palms radiating warmth through the thin linen shirt, the tips of his fingers barely grazing where Sebastian’s baby bump starts to curve.

“I don’t want to ignore it,” Mick says, his breath ghosting over Sebastian’s nape hotly. He pushes his nose into Sebastian’s hair, like he can’t help himself. “Do you want me to ignore it?”

“I want you to touch me,” Sebastian grits out, hoarse and desperate. He can’t even care that he’s panting for it, just wants Mick’s hands on him, in him again. God, he’s closer to forty now and still so undone by it all— Mick makes a sound, deep in his throat, and Sebastian feels his knees go weak.

“Lean back against me,” Mick tells him with a nip to his earlobe. He’s speaking so quietly but his tone is firm, like an oath: lean on me and I’ll take care of you. Sebastian lets himself lean back against his chest, lets Mick take some of his weight.

“Good.” The praise is accompanied with a kiss to the tiny spot behind his ear. Then Mick’s mouth slides down to the side of his throat, open and wet, just like in Sebastian’s fantasies. He throws his head back and moans, now too wanton to be ashamed by how pathetic he must sound. It’s not like Mick hasn’t heard worse from him, anyways. What can be more heinous post-heat than remembering how he begged for Mick to mount him, to fill him, to breed him, stupid and delusional because nobody his age could— and still Mick did—

“Okay?” Mick asks as his hands slide up on Sebastian’s slides, brushing over his chest, to the buttons of his shirt.

“Please,” Sebastian groans, reaches back to cup Mick’s nape, desperate to keep him there. His fingers slide through the short hairs, prickling against his palm.

“Yeah,” Mick kisses his neck again, closer to the spot Sebastian so desperately wants him to bite down on. “I have you,” and then he’s undoing the buttons, one by one, with sure, clever fingers. Sebastian stares at them in wonder as his own body is rattled by shakes, preens when the conviction finally settles in, bone-deep: that he only needs to hand himself over and let his alpha take care of him.

Mick’s fingers graze over his belly. He can’t help the gasp that escapes his lips — he wants Mick to cover his bump with his big, sure hands, to feel the life growing under them, the life he’s put there—

“Sorry,” Mick says as he lets go, almost embarrassed. He kisses Sebastian’s neck again as his hands make their way to his shoulders. His scent has subdued a bit: he must not like the reminder that Sebastian is with child. Then he runs his fingers gently over Sebastian’s chest and Sebastian’s so sore there that he could sob at the stimulation.

“Can you, ah, harder,” he groans, incoherent in the depths of pleasure as Mick’s teeth graze against his neck. Press down harder, bite down harder, he doesn’t know which one he means, but Mick makes that choice for him. And he’s proper as always. He squeezes Sebastian’s pecs, pushes them together — he’s filled out a bit in these last few months and they’re a good handful now. With Mick’s mouth working at his neck and his hands kneading, rubbing his chest, Sebastian feels the throb between his legs grow even more insistent. Then Mick is reaching down, finally, finally — his hands slide over Sebastian’s belly once again and Sebastian knows that he shouldn’t love it, but he does: he can be afforded a few moments of delusions with Mick touching him there, he thinks.

He’s so wet it’s dripping down his thighs. When Mick’s fingers dip into him, it takes almost no time until he’s shaking, calling out Mick’s name as he comes. He sags back against Mick’s chest, takes deep breaths. The hot, stifling air in the room is thick with the smell of his desires and with Mick’s. He can feel the hot, hard line of Mick’s cock against the small of his back. His stomach clenches down but the sweltering wave of the heat refrains.

He reaches back and palms Mick through his pants, hears him take a shaky breath. It’s enough to make Sebastian pull himself together, the promise of pleasuring him; but as he turns around and squeezes down, Mick gently takes ahold of his wrist and pries his hand away.

“You don’t have to do that,” Mick says, lifting Sebastian’s hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “This was for you.”

But I want to, Sebastian doesn’t tell him. But he doesn’t tell Mick a lot of things these days.

#@anon who also asked for this... hope you like it lol #i'm sucking my teeth etc etc idk how to feel about this but i'm not going to stare at it in my draft folder anymore so #my fic #sebmick #a/b/o #smick

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teddysmusings · 1 month

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hello everyone! i'm linny (he/him, 26, est) and i'll be playing theodore here, as well as @kaialawson! i'm a little tardy to the party, but i'm here and i'm super excited to get to get to know everyone and their muses. underneath the cut you'll find all of teddy's background information, stats, and some connection ideas! if you're interested in plotting, just drop a like and i'll shoot you a message!

B A S I C S

full name: theodore song. nicknames: theo, teddy. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. sexuality: pansexual. age: 30 date of birth: october 3rd, 1993. zodiac sign: libra. birthplace: brooklyn, new york. current location: jongno, seoul, south korea. residence: share house in bukchon hanok village. occupation: free lance artist and physical trainer. languages spoken: english, korean.

A P P E A R A N C E

faceclaim: matthew kim (bm). height: 6’3. build: muscular and toned. eyes: brown. hair: naturally dark brunette. piercings: standard earlobe piercings. tattoos: none. other distinguishing features: n/a. style: casual and comfortable.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

traits: (+) creative, humorous, friendly, loyal , affectionate. (-) finicky, eccentric, too friendly, jealous, clingy. mental health: good standing. physical health: great physical shape. likes: art, museums, literature, parties, working out, traveling. dislikes: intolerant people, rude people, bullies, organized religion. fears: death. phobias: the dark. hobbies: sculpting, painting, drawing, photography, reading, hiking, working out. skills: cooking, art, tbd. quirks: rubbing the back of his neck, snorting when amused or annoyed, being handsy and touchy with his closest friends.

F A V O R I T E S

ice cream flavour: strawberry. time of the day / night: early morning. weather: fall weather. breakfast food: eggs, bacon, pancakes dinner food: pizza, anything with meat. colours: blue, purple, black. music: flo, ayra starr, iu, park hyoshin, beyonce, twice, jay-z, j. cole, doechii, ariana grande, harry styles, troye sivan.

M I S C E L A N E O U S

a cherished item: a photo of himself, his younger sibling and his parents. first love ( celeb crush ): iu / keke palmer / chad michael murray. usual mood: happy. 1 thing they want to do / experience before they die: have an art exhibit.

B I O

Growing up without parents is something that no one should have to suffer through, but unfortunately for Theodore, he had no choice. When he was eight years old, his parents were taken from him too soon, due to a drunk driving accident. He himself was in the car along with them, but fortunately he wasn’t harmed in the collision apart from a few scrapes and bruises here and there. Despite being so young when he lost his parents, he remembers them with crystal clear accuracy. He was very close to his parents, especially his mother. He was what people would normally call a mama’s boy.

Unlike a lot of boys who cling to their fathers while growing up, Teddy found himself clinging to his mother instead. He formed a special bond with her that people couldn’t really understand and after a while stopped trying to understand. He spent a lot of time with her during the first six years of his life. She was an art school teacher, and she would bring him along with her to work, which was the jumping off point for his love of art. Everything he knows about art today stems from watching her teach her classes, and while he couldn’t really comprehend everything she was saying back then, he was exposed to it quite early, which made it easier for him to adjust to art and all its forms when he started to really study it.

When he was just a few years old, his parents had another baby. He was excited to have a younger sibling, one that he could take care of and have a strong bond with. His little sibling had a love for art as well, and that was something they both bonded over. Even though they were both very young, it was very obvious that the both of them wanted to be artists in some way, shape or form. Their mother surrounded them with art and they both took to it like fish to water. His younger sibling was incredibly close to him, and he loved the bond that the two of them shared. Despite the difference in their ages, they were practically best friends who did everything together.

When their parents passed away, the two of them were forced to separate from one another. They weren’t given a choice in the matter because they were so young. Almost immediately his sibling was adopted and he was placed in foster care, something that he hated with every fiber of his being. The foster family he lived with drove him absolutely crazy. They were diehard Catholics and always tried to enforce their views and religious values onto him, which he had no choice but to accept when he was growing up. As he grew older, the more they tried to force religion onto him, the more he rejected it. By the time he was twelve or thirteen years of age, he had already come to the conclusion that he would not follow through with any religion once he came of age. The idea of organized religion had already been tainted for him, and he no longer wanted anything to do with it anymore. Despite his conclusion that he wouldn’t affiliate himself with any religions anymore, his foster parents forced him to attend bible study, Sunday school and even made him participate in the church’s art classes for children. Although that was something he didn’t really mind in the slightest. Being a part of the church’s art class had somewhat revitalized the love he had for art when he was a little kid, and he found himself looking forward for church every Sunday, because that meant he got to do what he loved.

As soon as he turned eighteen, Teddy set off on his search for his younger sibling, wanting to find them and reconnect with them. His foster parents hadn’t allowed him to do so while he was growing up, but now that he was legal and officially out from under their thumb, he knew there was nothing they could do to stop him from looking for his lost sibling. His search for his kin led him to South Korea, where his parents grew up. Upon finding his sibling and reconnecting with them, he also fell in love with the country. It was the exact change of scenery that he needed and had given him a new incentive to continue on with his art.

These days, Theodore works as a freelance artist and when he’s not making money doing commissions and projects for people here and there, he makes a living being a personal trainer. He hopes to someday kick off his career as a professional, full time artist, but until then, he’s happy having it as a side job and hobby.

C O N N E C T I O N S

his younger sibling: self explanatory, i'll probably send in a wc to the main for this one, but if you're interested and have a muse that fits or you want to bring in a muse in the future that might fit, just let me know!

ex ( multiple ): teddy is a lover through and through, so it's not surprising that he's had a few relationships here and there. some lasting longer than others.

fwb ( multiple ): a guy's got needs, and this person never fails to fulfill them whenever he calls on them and vice versa.

inspo: teddy's made art pieces about / for this person before.

best friend / platonic soulmate: the peanut butter to teddy's jelly. the patrick to teddy's spongebob. the milk to teddy's cereal.

bad influence: teddy, despite his appearance, is a lot sweeter and soft than he appears to be. this person is the one that talks him into tapping into his not so nice side. he's been taken advantage of for his kindness before, and this person is tired of seeing people use teddy like that.

tug-of-war: these two go back and forth. one minute they're going on outings and dates and are all cuddled up, then the next they're arguing and fussing. a hot and cold type of relationship that teddy can't seem to get out of. they care for each other, but whenever they try to be anything more than friends, it falls apart.

practically roommates ( multiple ): teddy has his own place and his own roommate, but these two are always hanging out at each other's places. teddy really enjoys their company and vice versa.

note: if you can't find anything to your liking here, we can always brainstorm!

#jongno:hello #( teddy intro. )

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aspiringtrashpanda · 1 year

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(CONTINUED maybe we're back on track if I didn't mess up my text splitting pls don't eat a part tumblr, I THINK there's 5 if I counted right??? im so sorry OP you're an angel for putting up with me and I'm starting to think I didn't give you an adequate enough heads-up) This fic is my baby, it has grown up with me, I’m literally sending Leaf to College at one point to project that life on 🤣 hey Blue Oak did it, so can she. (but Highschool first, can’t convince me anyone with the education of a 4th grader (or 8th grader tech, Ash is 10, she's 14 Let's Go-style where he was born during "protagonist years") will be allowed to be a Champ who wants in on how to run a region and detective work) schooling is a bit different in Pokeverse, you take Uni classes for fun, don’t need two years of an AA or AS Degree. Pokémon Toxicology, BioDiversity and Medicine re: using their natural abilities VS Organic Chemistry ANY DAY + Law Student-like internships at the League to learn Champ duties + fun bonus of Lance doing extra and involving his League with the Interpol.) "Where do you think you're going?" "Out." "Without doing the paperwork?" "You can give it to the intern!" "You are the intern." “I cannot believe this betrayal. This slight against me will not be forgotten.” “You mean just like how you didn’t forget the League duties you insisted on being allowed to do?” eyebrow raise “…well.” Lance is not exempt from bullying.

"You're the one wearing a bib!" "A what?! It's a cape!" "And it's on the wrong side!" "It's a cape! And it's elegant!" "It's tacky is what it is!" You're likely to find her complimenting Leon's cape just because of how offended Lance gets. Choosing a cape is a science. But nobody wants to hear a one-hour monologue on Cape Studies. Payback uwu. He's actually the reason she ends up having to finish Highschool. He's not giving an obviously emotionally tired 14 y/o Boring Adult Work even if she's eager to do it because SOMEONE needs to fix the atrocious state of the Kanto Region. (Lance was overworked, he's trying, but Indigo Season...what is wrong with all these citizens. It's ok, once she's ready they can split uuuh, the work between Kanto, Johto, The Orange Islands, and the Sevii Islands + G-Men Investigations so Lance doesn't have a heart-attack at his desk. But seriously, who gave him this much work anyways??? Not to mention running the League, the Gym Budgets, restocking Badges, employee paychecks, monitoring trainers during League Season, and the influx of tourists and establishing Pokemon Contests in KanJoh, etc.) So it's off to learn The Magic of Friendship with Ash and friends and falling victim to their puppy-dog eyes. (Occasional meet-ups during Kanto turn into full Joh-Hoenn adventures, and Sinnoh encounter when investigating with Looker about Team Galactic as Lance I presume is off training in Galar, he needs a break too.) So for Johto (*insert horrified look at the GS Ball because that's what you use to capture Celebi, she would know~ "well heck, guess I have to steal that when no one's looking.") And everyone going, "You know Leaf, I was a bit worried when we heard about The Incident but you're still you :)" Cue Leaf "oh...*laughs nervously.*" (That moment when you disappear off the face of the earth after The Incident, and re-appear to win the Indigo League and Clean House and don't know how to tell people you kind of regained memories of your past life and had an existential crisis. They're a bit come and go/the ones getting triggered upon meeting Steven in the Granite Cave episode was fun lol (not) *Gets to Ecruteak, sees Morty, books it the other way because she remembers his warnings to not chase after Celebi from The Other Timeline/Gameverse and does not need him seeing the many ghosts of her dead Pokemon clinging to her if they are.*

BLUE OAK DID IT, SO CAN SHE! This is gonna be my new motto for everything, whether it's relevant or not lmao. These Lance interactions are everything to me. I LOVE found family League shenanigans. So precious I want to cry. Okay I want to read this fic so badly. It sounds so heartwrenching and fascinating and I can tell you've put SO MUCH thought into it. Gimme. *Grabby hands motion* (actually though, i am happy to beta read if you ever consider posting!)

#aspiringtrashpanda #please talk to me about your fics

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Saturday Morning Coffee

Wow! Kolby let me sleep in this morning, 9AM! Late start to the day for me. Felt great. I decided I’d get all fancy this morning so I’m having a mocha. ☕️

Enjoy the linkage.

IGN

Lance Reddick, the actor known for roles in The Wire, John Wick, and Horizon Zero Dawn, has died at age 60.

Folks may know him best from John Wick but he was amazing in Fringe and The Wire. He played the hard nosed boss man in both of those series and he was good at it. RIP. 😔

WordPress

We’re excited to announce that Automattic, the parent company of WordPress.com, has acquired the popular WordPress plugin ActivityPub.

I love this and I hope more companies and individuals with publishing platforms follow suit.

If you’re interested Micro.blog already supports ActivityPub and is an excellent choice for your publishing platform. It’s well managed so you get a great community all for $5US per month. Yes, I use it to publish this blog.

The Sun Gazette

THREE RIVERS – It has been nearly a week since the latest storms flooded and eroded three large sections back on South Fork Road in Three Rivers leaving my family and approximately 160 other people stranded.

This is from my hometown paper in Exeter, California. The poor valley has seen its share of devastation over the last month and to hear of these poor folks stranded in Three Rivers makes my heart ache for them. Luckily they’re very resourceful and are making due. Hang in there y’all, this too will pass. ❤️

Platfomer

After months of silence, and a multi-billion-dollar effort from ByteDance to avoid this scenario, the Biden administration is picking up where its predecessor left off: attempting to force the company to divest itself of TikTok in the name of national security.

I don’t know how to feel about this. Sure, we shouldn’t allow China to use a platform as a propaganda mechanism for national security reasons but couldn’t there be a different arrangement around monitoring and servers living in the US without a connection to China?

I’m obviously naïve to the details and over simplifying it.

Please drop me a note via email — [email protected] — or Mastodon and explain what I’m missing. Thanks! 👍🏼

Slate

As the startups that make up Silicon Valley Bank’s customer base scrambled to figure out whether they would be able to make payroll, a group of extremely online venture capitalists spent four days emoting on Twitter, ginning up confusion and hysteria about the threat of a systemic risk if depositors didn’t get all their money back, pronto.

Gotta love those libertarian frat bros with who want government out of everything but are first in line with their grubby little hands wide open clamoring for rescue when they’re scared they’ll lose everything.

Do us all a favor, crawl into your apocalypse bunkers and stay there. Oh, and take Musk and TFG with you. 😇

Kottke

I’ve been writing kottke.org for 25 years. A little context for just how long that is: kottke.org is older than Google.

Congratulations Jason! Here’s to many more fruitful years! 🥳

Rolling Stone

Members of the South Carolina State House are considering a bill that would make a woman who has an abortion in the state eligible for the death penalty.

That’s the GOP for you. The pro life party ready to kill if you don’t carry a baby to term. Jerks, hypocrites, ass holes, dicks… I could name call all day. Our country is losing ground and sliding into authoritarianism and the MAGA party is leading the charge. So much for small government and fiscal responsibility. They’re the party of cruelty and white supremacy.

Reuters

March 14 (Reuters) - Facebook-parent Meta Platforms (META.O) said on Tuesday it would cut 10,000 jobs this year, making it the first Big Tech company to announce a second round of mass layoffs as the industry braces for a deep economic downturn.

Layoffs, layoffs, and more layoffs. As a middle aged middle manager this scares the crap out of me. Poop rolls down hills. Who’s next?

Oh, and what’s all this talk about a financial downturn? Is that just news to me? 😳

The Verge

T-Mobile is buying Mint Mobile, the budget-friendly mobile carrier that’s partially owned by Ryan Reynolds. In a post published on Wednesday, T-Mobile announced that the deal’s valued at up to $1.35 billion and comes as T-Mobile looks to build out its prepaid phone offering.

I just finished my free trial and we’re trying to decide if we’d like to go with Mint, then this happens which leaves me scratching my head. Do we do it or not?

The Verge

Here’s the best printer in 2023: the Brother laser printer that everyone has. Stop thinking about it and just buy one. It will be fine!

After having a little chuckle over the headline I looked over my shoulder and noticed it’s the printer we have. 😂

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Hi ! Do you have some Felix stuff to repost then ? Sorry for asking the three at the same time haha 😭

(So Felix's babies got kidnapped once, we should revisit that angst I think-- djkjfkdfjjkfsjdfkd)

A hunting trip was what separated you. The twins were left behind, while you and Felix hunted those pesky deer attacking your estate.

The site was a day’s trip away . You were only able to placate your children with promises to bring back plenty of wild berries and all the venison they could eat.

You reached your campsite by nightfall, and hunted through to the next evening. You wouldn't return home until the day after.

The sun was setting when Felix spotted smoke over the horizon. Your haul was abandoned on the road, galloping to the manor. You were the one who spotted the servant on the road, an arrow in his back. Felix launched towards the house, charred and ransacked.

“Lord Fraldarius!! Thank Sothis, th-they’ve returned!!” A woman wailed at the front gates, one you recognized as Faline’s tutor.

Faline.

“The children-” Felix’s voice was tight.

The poor woman couldn’t find an answer, warbling through her panicked tears. He cast her a single look, leaping off his horse and sprinting towards the wreckage.

You dismounted, hearing your husband shouting the twins’ names down the corridors.

You stopped at the gate, taking the woman’s hands in yours. You encouraged her as gently as you could, “What happened?”

“O-oh, Archbishop, the b-brigands…! There were s-so many of them- they’ve been tearing up t-the countryside for days, but we never thought they’d make it here…!”

Brigands. Foes that King Dimitri had assigned Sylvain and his band of Lions to dispatch.

They made it this far into the territory...and had gone completely scorched earth.

Staring at the remains of your only home was a lance to your heart, but what frightened you more was the cries of your children’s names.

They continued to go unanswered.

“Are there any survivors, besides you? Are my children-”

“Archbishop…” She cut you off, shaking her head as the sobs overwhelmed her, “They’ve t-taken Lady Faline and Lord Eisner…”

Your legs all but gave out. Your mouth went dry, the words rattling around your brain as the panic flooded your senses.

“They took-”

She buried her face in her hands.

“They took my children?”

“Byleth!!”

You hadn’t even a moment to process the horrifying truth. Felix was running to you, pale and out of breath. Fear was warring with anger in his eyes.

“I can’t find Faline or Eisner- the house is empty. None of their hiding places, either- Do you think they’re in the forest, or-?”

“They aren’t here.” You stopped him, your voice foreign. He stared at you for a long moment. Processing what that meant.

Not wanting to believe its implications.

“They were taken.”

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Four excruciating days passed and there was no sign of the twins. Dimitri launched a full investigation, diverting as many resources as possible to locate them.

A generous reward was promised for anyone who could provide information or locate them.

Felix was just...angry. He was furious at the mere thought someone would harm his children. To think that one of his greatest fears had turned to reality was too much to bear.

His temper was constantly flared; like a wounded beast, he was desperate to keep anything and everything away from him.

He snapped at those trying to help him, spat at apologies. He wasn’t sleeping or eating. His days were spent searching for clues.

There was no time for anything else. And he certainly wasn’t going to wait around for the king’s royal guard to find them.

But you knew him. And you knew yourself. The sleeplessness plagued you, without ceasing. The anxiety of wasting time when your babies needed you was too much to bear.

There would be no rest in the Fraldarius house, lest you be plagued with nightmares of what the kidnappers could be doing with the children.

You already shed tears over the loss of them, the devastation of not knowing if you would find them.

Even with the resources at the Archbishop’s disposal, it seemed the hope was dimming by the second.

However, you pointedly noticed a difference between you and Felix. He had yet to cry a single tear.

He was mourning them, and he was worried for them….but he was keeping it all bottled up and tied deep down beneath his anger.

He was protecting himself. You recognized the behavior from his student days...and it was equivalent to the day his father died.

The man was in unimaginable pain, and wasn’t letting anyone draw it out of him.

You knew he needed that comfort more than anyone else. That’s what drew you to the training grounds. The sound of violent sword swings echoed through the night air.

Turning the corner brought a gasp to your lips. Splintered wood and ruined blades littered the ground, hundreds of meters away from the center of the storm.

A halo of destruction surrounded Felix, who hacked mercilessly into the last training dummy standing. Again and again the blade buried into it, before being ripped out and savagely bludgeoned again.

There was no rhyme or reason to his assault. This wasn’t training; this was unadulterated rage.

“Felix,” Your voice was timid, unsure of who you were calling out to. Two more strikes hit the dummy before it came apart with a roar.

The grounds were silent, then, save for the heavy panting from the beast before you.

“Felix?”

“What?” He snapped at you, his shoulders hunched against his name.

His grip on the blade was so tight you could see the bones in the back of his hand, knuckles white from the pressure he held.

“This isn’t safe...you’ll hurt yourself if you train like this.”

He wiped at his face with a stained sleeve.

“I’m not training.”

You watched as he took on an unbalanced stance, sword wavering in an exhausted hand.

“I’m blowing off steam.”

“There are better ways to do that.” You walked towards him, “So that when we find the children, you won’t be too injured to fight.”

“There’s not gonna be an injury that’ll keep me from them- not unless it’s an arrow straight through the heart-!!” He grunted, swing sloppy and overpowered.

“Felix, stop.” You grabbed his arm, forcing him to pause. But your husband refused to turn. His head lowered, shoulders tensing. “You’re pushing too hard. You need to slow down.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because if I stop, then I think about-” His shoulder rolled under your hand, cringing with tension. “I think about them. I think about what happened- about what’s happening to them right now. If they’re hurt, or starved or being tortured in other ways-”

“Felix…”

“I think about how it’s been four days and we haven’t found a damn thing-!!” His voice cracked, “About how every second they’re out there- without their Papa protecting them…!”

“Darling.” You gently turned him to face you. Tears were streaming silently down his cheeks.

As you thought; there was his grief.

He’d held onto it for days, not sleeping, not stopping, and it was all bursting out.

He fell into your embrace. You sank to the dirt, Felix’s face buried in your neck, tightly clinging to you. His body shook as he cried, tears dripping endlessly.

“Faline…” He sobbed through clenched teeth, sucking in a quaking breath, “Eisner…!”

You stroked his hair, trying so hard to give him the comfort he desperately needed. Your own cheeks were wet with sorrow, feeling your husband breaking in your arms.

There was no guarantee you would be able to find the children and bring them home. But you couldn’t stop hoping.

You wouldn’t let your fear overwhelm you. Felix only needed this moment to release all the blackness in his heart.

There would be no giving up. For that night, you held each other, clinging as tightly to each other’s comfort as you did your hope.

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A full day had passed after Felix bore his soul to you, that night. But it was when the sun had set on the fifth day that something changed.

A clue.

Sylvain and his scouts returned from their lengthy scouting expedition with a leather glove, likely one that had been lost in the scrambled efforts of the kidnapper’s to escape.

Stitched into the wrist of the glove was an emblem Dorothea recognized as an Adrestian house. Someone was displeased with the unification, and wanted revenge.

And they had your babies.

The task to hunt them down was no longer impossible. You had a lead. There was no doubt that the moment your husband found the location, it was over.

Sure enough, the moment came.

Bernadetta found the spot that was most likely, and two others in the surrounding vicinity that were likely back-up candidates

He all but jumped over the table and stormed from the room, making a beeline for the stables. The sword was already on his hip, his armor long since put on and his heart roaring with determination and anger.

You were right beside him. He handed you a blade while you tossed him a spare knife. He helped you fasten your gauntlets while you inspected his armor, the two of you preparing for the most important battle in your lifetime.

This was far more serious than the final battle against Edelgard. Who cared about the fate of Fodlan when your children needed you?

Perhaps that wasn’t the proper sentiment for the Archbishop of a continent to have, but you weren’t going to challenge the value and priority that the pair of dark-haired darlings held in your heart.

You rested your hands on Felix’s shoulders, drawing your flurry of preparation to a brief respite. He looked at you, searching for an explanation, and found a tentative, cool expression on your face.

“Are you ready?”

He looked away with a sharp nod. “I’m not waiting any longer. We find them or...no, there’s no alternative. We’re bringing them home.”

“We are.” You echoed, a promise you were swearing to one another before anything or anyone else.

You squeezed his shoulders before you released him, and with that the expedition began.

You rode in lockstep on your horses, Seteth above on his wyvern and the whole of the Blue Lions’ great army right behind you.

The border into the former empire’s territory was crossed within the hour.

Flayn navigated to the first location, one of the backup options. Felix plotted to skip ahead and gallop straight into the most likely hideout, but you were able to reel him in. This one was closer.

It was decimated within moments of your arrival.

Nothing was found, no enemies nor children were in that base, the scouts reported. You moved swiftly towards the next one.

Your husband’s jaw was tight, hands gripping the reins harder than the last stop. You caught his eye, giving him a gentle nod. It was okay, you said. It wasn’t over yet.

The second location, the main hideout that they suspected, had bodies. Lots of them.

Adrestian mercenaries were waiting for you in the shadows, leaping out at you the further into the supposedly abandoned building you went.

Felix was like a roaring flame, ripping through them without hesitation. You were able to interrogate them long enough to demand the whereabouts of the twins.

“Not here-” Your captive soldier choked out. You slammed him into the wall behind him, harder. “I swear t-they’re not here!!”

“Why is everyone else?” You demanded icily, holding your sword to his throat, “Tell me where they are, now!!”

The man hesitated for only a fraction of a second, until the blade kissed his skin. Panic flashed in his eyes.

He jerked his head towards the entrance, where many of his comrades lay defeated.

“West- they were t-taken to the shore two days ago!”

“Why?” You pressed him, “What are you planning to do with them?”

“There are plenty of people who still hate the Church," He explained smugly, “Is it a surprise the Archbishop’s brats are a target or revenge?”

‘I will not have anyone use my own children against me.” You hissed, throwing the man to the floor with a heavy this.

He groaned in pain, quickly silenced with a boot to the mouth.

“You and your kind will be punished to the fullest extent of the law. Expect no mercy.”

Your husband’s crestfallen eyes suggested that he was losing hope, and fast.

You informed them all of the plot to take the children off the continent, which seemed to draw the alarm bels up louder than before.

You and Felix were galloping through the forests without delay, everyone clamoring along behind you. It wasn’t too late.

“There!!” Seteth called, pointing past the horizon, “Ships!!”

Large voyagers were waiting by the beaches, just as the man had said. They were there for your children.

“They’re ahead, Felix,” You shouted, fire in your voice, “Faline and Eisner have to be here!!”

“We can’t let them move-” He growled, “I won’t!!”

The lot of you were charging through the woods and burst through onto the sand in a matter of minutes.

Felix spit away from you to handle the hunting down of the children, while you led the charge into those who would steal your children.

The shock of realization on the men and women’s faces when they saw the Archbishop and King of Faerghus was...well, it was the last expression for many of them.

Those who had the sense about them to draw their weapons were able to hold their own, long enough to be overwhelmed by your superior strength.

Felix leapt off the horse’s back and drove his sword into his target. There was only fire in his eyes.

Aerial units tore at the ship masts and rendered them useless, forcing the pirates in place. The rest of the Lions rained hellfire down upon them.

“FALINE!!” Felix’s voice rang out, unable to be ignored. “EISNER!!”

He called after his children again and again, with every slash of his blade. Listening intently for a response. Anything that would-

“Papa!”

You spotted them first.

A head of dark hair, hoisted over the shoulder of a scrambling pirate. They were hundreds of meters away from you, being boarded onto a boat with no sails.

You’d never seen Felix move like he did in that moment.

“FALINE!!”

He locked onto his daughter seconds after you had. With unparalleled teamwork the two of you forced your way towards your target, the man who would dare hold your children and force them away from you.

You covered Felix’s blind spots while he slashed a path to the boat, crashing into the ocean waves and soaking himself to his waist.

Seteth plucked you from the water before you could even reach your knees, launching you into the boat’s deck where you landed directly on the shoulders of an unfortunate pirate.

You raised your blade, pointing it at the men and women who stood before you, frozen in fear.

“Release the Archbishop’s children and your lives will be spared. Hesitate, and we destroy what’s left of you and your fleet!”

Slowly the sea of pirates started to part, revealing the man whom held your daughter on his shoulder.

She stared up at you with teary eyes and a wobbly, relieved smile.

“M-Mama…!!” She sounded so tired, and weak.

It made your blood boil.

“Release her to me,” You spoke slowly, “And drop your weapons.”

The man seemed hesitant, until he saw the nods of his fellow thieves. Swords clattered to the floorboards, their arms raising in surrender. The man who held your daughter crouched down, sliding her from his shoulder.

Her little feet moved automatically, and she crossed the deck into your arms.

She crashed into you with a hysterical sob, clutching onto you like a lifeline. You pressed your hand to her head with the same ferocity, hugging her as close as you could.

“On your knees!” You commanded, “And bring me my son, now!”

“He’s below deck,” A woman piped up, “I’ll fetch’im if you let me st-”

“IT’S TOO LATE FOR YOU!!”

Felix’s unholy death cry rattled the ship, the man launching up from the ocean with blood staining every inch of him. He raised the sword over his head ready to end the life of the closest pirate he could reach.

“Felix, stop!!” You ordered him, the command authoritarian enough that he froze mid-swing.

He looked to you dazed, angry, confused and about ready to turn the blade on you for stopping his crusade.

Then he saw the little girl strapped to your leg, staring up at him.

Her name was a hoarse crack on his lips. The blade fell from his hands, striding to close the distance. His arms opened wide to receive Faline, who detached herself long enough to fling herself into her father’s chest.

“Papa….Daddy…!” She wailed, burying her face in his soggy tunic with zero intentions of ever letting go, again. Felix crushed her to him, enveloping her in his arms.

His face was hidden in her dark hair, hiding the tears as he whispered her name, over and over again.

“I’m here, Faline. I’m here. Daddy’s right here.” He promised her, “I wasn’t gonna let them take you.”

“Oh, Daddy…” She sniffled, little hands arms wrapped about his neck, “We w-were so s-scared you weren’t…! T-they said we’d never you a-and Mama ever again!!”

“Shhhh.” He soothed her, rocking her gently back and forth. “We’d fight to the ends of the earth to bring you and Eisner home. I swear, we-” He froze, pulling back with sudden realization. “Eisner!”

“He’s here,” You reassured him before the worry could transform into righteous anger. “They said he’s below deck.”

“They did?” His eyes narrowed, a murderous glare sweeping over the dozens of pirates too afraid to move. “Why haven’t we exterminated these rats already? You’re gonna let them live after they stole my bab- our children?”

“They let Faline go and told me where Eisner is. I promised their lives would be spared if they relinquished them to us.”

You sent up a flare, announcing that the children were secured, and the battle needed to be ended.

Felix found the strength in his legs to at least stand back up, though Faline remained stuck to his chest. He joined you, letting you dote on your daughter how Felix had.

“Mama,” She sniffled, clutching your hand that cupped her cheek.

“You mustn’t cry anymore, Faline…” You kissed her forehead, giving her a gentle hug, “You were so brave and strong. I’m going to get your brother, and then we’re all going home.”

That just made her cry harder, granted they were tears of relief. Your heart twisted at the sight. How many nights would be spent, sleepless or nightmare-plagued, from now on?

Enough time was wasted dispatching the kidnappers. You broke the lock and headed deeper into the belly of the boat, the musty, dank smell overwhelming your senses. Your fingers curled tight around the hilt of your knife.

They kept your little boy down here.

He couldn’t be much farther, though. You could hear the soft sniffles, muffled behind heavy wood, like that of a child. You knew that sound well. Your sweet, tender-hearted heavy sleeper was always quick to cry when he was frightened.

You didn’t blame him, though. He was in quite a terrible situation. You followed the sounds as they gradually grew closer, leading you to the end of a dark corridor that you assumed was the prisoner’s quarters below deck.

Another lock was swiftly broken, and the door was shoved open. There, in the very first cell, you found a shivering, small body.

The source of the sobbing.

“Eisner!”

He instantly froze when he heard your voice, a hiccup of a gasp on his lips. He whipped his head up, finding his mother standing in front of his cell and already attacking the lock to free him.

“M-M-Mama…! Y-you’re h-h-here!!”

Your heart wrenched- that wasn’t a stammer; he was trembling. He was freezing. You broke the rusty old lock and flung the door wide open. Eisner had yet to run to you like Faline did. He was rooted to the spot, shivering in place.

He was too cold to come to you. Not to mention, sopping wet and looking positively miserable. You’d have cried as hard as Felix did if your emotions were stronger. Instead you tore the cape from your back and rushed to your baby’s side.

Quick to your knees, you cut away his bindings (another flare to your temper), and threw the cloth over him, bundling him up as tight as you could.

“Mam-m-ma!!” He hiccupped again, quivering in your arms when you pulled him into your chest. You hugged him terribly close, holding his head and stroking cold, soaked hair.

“Did they do this to you?” Your voice was nary a whisper, trying your best to remain calm despite the circumstances. “Did they try to drown you?”

“N-no, I-I-I was just...t-trying to g-get away and t-they dropped me. I-I was fightin’ too much.” He explained. You nodded quietly, “T-they tied me up so I’d quit but...I-I tried to bite one.”

“Good boy.” You kissed his salty head, tucking him into your chest. “We’re going to get you warmed up. We’re going home, and taking a nice, hot bath. Would you like that?”

“Y-yes please.” He whimpered, teary despite himself.

When you emerged from below the remaining pirates were all gone, leaving only the Lions on the ship to inspect it and decide next steps.

Felix remained with Faline, who shyly allowed Mercedes to treat her scratches and bruises. At least, until Felix saw you with his son.

“Eisner!!” He exclaimed, gently releasing Faline to the cleric’s care, so that he could assess the child for himself.

“Papa,” Eisner warbled, wriggling in his wrappings. As any expert mother should, though, you had him nice and secure from any movement. “P-Papa!”

“Sothis, what did they do to him?! He’s freezing!” Felix cupped the boy’s cheeks, “Did they toss him in the water?! Those bastards-”

“He fell in when he tried to escape.” You explained quickly, “But he’ll be all right. We just need to warm him up quickly.”

“Of course.” Felix agreed, taking the boy into his own arms and giving him a tight squeeze. “Oh, Eisner… I’m so glad you’re safe!”

You politely turned from your husband’s second round of waterworks as he reunited with his youngest child. With Faline’s hand in yours, you routed the remaining duties to the Lions, with Dimitri being tasked with wrapping up of the investigation.

Camp was set up on the beach, the sun having begun its descent. You would return to Faerghus tomorrow. Right now, your family needed rest.

Desperately, desperately needed rest. Your boys were changed and dried, the two of them warming up huddled by the fire, Eisner fast asleep in his father’s lap.

You remained by his side, tending to Faline who refused to let go of either of her parents after the week she had.

You rested your head on Felix’s shoulder, the babies peacefully lulled to sleep. Felix kissed your head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and drawing the four of you under the protection of his cloak.

“I wish I could keep you all here, just like this.” He murmured, staring into the flames.

You hummed. “It would be much safer.”

“What are we going to do next, By?” He sounded far less certain than he had, earlier in the day. “There’s no telling how long it’ll take to restore the Fraldarius Estate, even with the Boar’s help….and these two...I can’t imagine what they’re going to hve to deal with coming out of a traumatic event like that.”

“Well…” You leaned further into him, resting your hand on his, “The monastery will be plenty safe, and a fine refuge for us while we wait for the repairs to go through. And I’m sure Seteth wouldn’t let us go anywhere else. Having the Church’s protection on top of the royal family’s, I doubt there’ll be any need to worry.”

“I’ll be handling the twins’ safety, personally. I’ll skin anyone who comes within a thousand meters of them.”

You laughed some, for the first time in days. “I admire your dedication, my love. But...beyond that, I think we’ll have to handle their recovery one day at a time. Whatever it takes to make sure that they recover emotionally and mentally from this, as well as physically…. There’s no telling what they’ll end up like once they’re older and have processed everything.”

"I’ll consult the clerics, then. They’ll have plenty of wisdom.”

“Until then, I think we’ll be expecting plenty of nights sharing the bed with the children," You mused, gently curling a lock of Faline’s hair behind her ear. She was snoozing so very peacefully in your arms, her chubby cheeks rosy and warm as they should be.

Innocent, safe and happy. All you ever wished for your little ones.

"I don’t want them any further away. Not for a long while.” Felix huffed, "Perhaps we should assign them their own personal security detail- or I could request less time away, and we can lower the number of trips or-”

“One day at a time,” You reminded him, “We’ll take it as it all comes. But for now, I think we ought to rest. We’ll have a long day of travel ahead, whether we end up in Faerghus or Garreg Mach, tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” He fell back into the sand in a slow manner, careful not to rouse the boy now asleep on his chest.

He opened his arm for you, welcoming his girls into the embrace. You drew the cloth cloaks over the lot of you, holding Faline in one arm and Felix in the other.

“Good night, my loves.” You whispered into his hair, kissing your husband sweetly. “And Felix...thank you for fighting for our family.”

“Thanks for giving me the chance to.” He mumbled against your lips, “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

You smiled. “I know.”

The Fraldarius family got their first good night’s sleep in a long time, that night. The sandy shore of a foreign beach wasn’t an ideal spot, but it was seconds before you were long gone. Though you were pleasantly awoken to the sight of two drowsy little kittens in your arms, who were more than thrilled to see their parents were really with them.

The recovery and return home would be arduous and long, especially for the young ones.

But you would be sure to do all that you could to give them security, until their healing process was complete.

Felix, of course, doted on them every step of the way.

#felix #byleth #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe 16 #felileth #felix x byleth #fe-fictions #fe fiction #kidnapping angst #kidnap prompt #kidnapping prompt #felileth family #god bless these poor sweet babies #felix would be so worried omg #he be crying for days ok him love hims babies

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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lycoris radiata

↳ pro-hero bakugou x pro-hero reader

summary: The myth around red spider lilies, lycoris radiata, is that, when you see someone you may never meet again, these flowers will bloom along the path. Thus, when Y/n and Katsuki depart on the morning of their 6th wedding anniversary to walk to their respective agencies and spider lilies bloom along the path Bakugou is walking on, Y/n gets an uneasy feeling, unaware that the legend surrounding these flowers may have a germ of truth to them after all.

w.count: 2k

content warning: angst, major character death, which leads to reader committing suicide, afterlife happy ending

“Okay, hey-“, you grinned and pulled him back one last time to peck his lips, “-don’t forget our rendezvous tonight, yeah?”, to which Bakugou only rolled his eyes – in a playful way though as he immediately pressed a soft kiss onto your mouth once more, not caring that you two stood in the middle of the streets.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget.”, and with that, you finally let your husband go, though as he walked away from you, you couldn’t help but witness red spider lilies blooming along the pathway, hence you yelled after him, “Babe? Be careful, okay?”

“Ha?”, when he turned around and you pointed to the flowers, Katsuki only laughed and gestured a ‘whatever’ and saying a “Don’t be so superstitious, Y/n. It’s just a myth!”

Even though you both chuckled as he turned around and walked away for real this time, you still felt a slight uneasy feeling in your stomach, though you simply thought it was because you were excited to celebrate your 6th wedding anniversary with your husband.

“KATSUKI!”

You screamed as if you were the one being impaled, your knees were shaking, feeling like the ground was opening up underneath your feet and you fell into a dark, black hole any second.

Coughing up blood, he was hanging on the villain’s arm which was weirdly transformed to look like a lance – Bakugou hadn’t seen it coming, if he would have, he…

“Pathetic.”, the villain almost spit into his face before dropping him onto the pavement like some sort of trash, only to jump back immediately when other heroes already attacked him again.

You were rushing to your husband’s side who was coughing up more and more blood while squirming in pain, his “Y- Y/- Y/n…” being interrupted by his coughs, though you were already dropping to your knees to hold him.

“It’s okay, Baby, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay! Don’t worry, everything will be okay!”, you cried and sobbed, tears already streaming down your face while pressing him against your side and one hand against his wound where the villain impaled him.

Bakugou knew though. It’s why he was clawing at your hand so much, both of them soaked with his blood that just wouldn’t stop – he knew he wasn’t going to be okay. As he almost couldn’t speak anymore, because his lungs filled with more and more blood, he still grasped your hands as tightly as he could, smearing his own blood all over your arm in an attempt to stay.

“Y/n-“, gasping for breath, he was almost completely over the bridge as his tight grip slowly softened.

“I love you, Baby. I love you so much! Katsuki please, don’t go!”, not being able to suppress your desperate sobs, you barely choked out a “Please.” again as his grip loosened more and more around your own hand.

“I … love… y..o…u…”, were his last words, a single tear trickling down his cheek as his ruby eyes lost that sparkle you fell in love with the very first time you looked into them.

“Katsu… No….Kat… Nononono please! PLEASE!”, literally begging him to not go, you hugged his bloody, heavy body so close against your chest while you cried, not caring about the explosions from further back into the streets as other heroes still fought against the villains, while rescue heroes only gradually managed to get through the wrecked buildings.

You shouldn’t even be here. Bakugou and you had been in two different agencies, it only should have been a calm day at your respective work places, wanting to be done quickly so you could enjoy your wedding anniversary tonight, but then, all available heroes were called up when the villain went on a rampage.

How…? How did it turn out like that? A harmless villain turned out to be so strong? How… could have anyone guess that? How could have anyone seen that coming?

So, it was true. Walking along a path where red spider lilies bloomed meant you wouldn’t see each other again…

Rescue heroes tried to calm you down and get you to let go of Katsuki’s lifeless body, but you just yelled at them, your voice high-pitched and so full of pain, and cried and held him tighter, not caring that you were full of his blood as you still couldn’t process that this wasn’t a dream, but it was reality… Harsh reality.

Your husband was dead.

And with that, your soul and heart shattered into million little pieces, unable to be whole ever again.

-------6 weeks later--------

You sat in front of Katsuki’s grave.

It was a cold spring night, though to be honest, you hadn’t been warm in the last weeks ever since that accident – the coldness you felt was never going to leave ever again.

Your fingers were softly playing your guitar. Making music had always brought peace to your husband’s mind, whenever he felt angry, frustrated, anxious or any other negative feeling, he would flop beside you and make you play the guitar for him. It calmed him and sometimes, you would both sing crookedly to get him back into a better mood – very fond memories indeed.

Tears were blurring your vision, even though you shouldn’t have been able to cry anymore with how many tears you had shed in the last weeks, but it still felt surreal. Knowing he was never going to come back again – never.

Slowly, your fingers stopped as you stared onto his gravestone. There were red spider lilies planted around – how ironic. Though they weren’t blooming as it was now spring.

Was is really just superstition? Or should you have been warned that day? That uneasy feeling you had felt - it wasn’t excitement, it was a sense of foreboding, and you had ignored it…

Putting your guitar, that had stickers with his hero name and your own, as well as stupid little things like a dick doodle on it, to the side, you sighed and rubbed your red, swollen eyes. You did have this guitar since your middle school days after all. And you remembered when all these things happened oh so vividly. Still hearing the giggle and laughter of your, back then in high school, boyfriend, while you yelled at him for being an idiot. Being angry over a dick doodle seemed so petty now.

Taking your permanent marker, you opened the cap with your teeth, before leaning in and doodling a broken heart onto the surface with the date of your husband’s dying day on it. Spitting out the lid of the marker, you put the pen onto your guitar, before staring back at Bakugou’s grave.

“Please tell me.. Who should be my soulmate now? Who will hold my hand while I drive? Who will hold me when I can’t sleep at night? There is nobody like you out there, Baby…. so please tell me…”, you were crying again as you sobbed and rubbed over your face, “Tell me, who could possibly take your place? My first and last love. I won’t be able to do anything without you…”

Your heart was hurting so much, you couldn’t take it. You knew he was irreplaceable, there was no one out there that could ever give you what he gave you all those past years.

Bakugou was sitting beside you, though you didn’t know – of course you didn’t, was he a mere spirit now, never leaving your side as his translucent hand touched your own.

“Please, you need to go on. Don’t do it…”, tears were in the corner of his eyes, wishing he could talk to you, wishing you could hear his desperate attempts to keep you from committing suicide. Katsuki loved you, he wanted to be with you, but he couldn’t be selfish anymore – you couldn’t throw everything away just because of him.

Though, as he was a mere ghost sitting beside you, he couldn’t do anything but watch.

With a shaking hand you then reached for the gun you had purchased today on the black market – to think, at last, you were doing illegal stuff even though you were a hero – before coming here and sitting in front of his grave for hours. You couldn’t possibly be alive without him beside you. It just hurt too much. You didn’t care about anything, you had no one besides him. Katsuki was your everything and all you wanted to do was finally meet him again.

Sobbing quietly, you then held the end of the gun against your temple, your e/c still staring at his gravestone, before you whispered one last time, “I want to meet you again. Please. I miss you so much.”

“I promise, I’ll be there.”, Katsuki whispered.

For the first time in weeks, there was warmth surrounding your heart and with a smile you barely mumbled “I know you’re waiting for me.”

And then, a loud bang echoed through the silent night and the cemetery, cherry blossom petals, that were in full bloom now, swaying in the wind and slowly falling down and onto your lifeless body.

“Y/n…Y/n…”, the familiar voice made you gradually open your eyes – above you, it was an ocean of pink and white cherry blossoms. But then, as you looked further back, you saw directly into Katsuki’s face, his smile making you feel so warm and fuzzy instantly. It was in that moment you realized your head was resting in his lap.

“Katsu…”

“You should have lived a long, happy life…”, his voice was so soothing and calm as he combed through your hair, though you just shook your head, tears already welling up in your eyes.

“I was already dead inside the moment you were gone.”, and then, you finally sat back up to connect your lips, Bakugou immediately slinging his arms around your neck and pulling you in closer as you both fell back into a pile of cherry blossoms.

“I love you. I love you so much. And now we’re together again.”, you whispered against his lips, lacing your fingers together and Katsuki squeezing your hand tightly, the sparkle in his ruby eyes back as tears shimmered in them as well.

“And we will never be apart again.”, he barely mumbled back, before you hugged each other tightly as your lips melted together tenderly.

Katsuki and you were sitting on the gravestone together, it was the day your lifeless body joined Katsuki’s in the shared grave. Watching your family and Katsuki’s once more crying so much, it really did break your heart.

“I wish they wouldn’t have to go through that again.”, he said and sighed, though also squeezing your hand tightly.

“Mh… But it was inevitable… I know they know that, too…”, since you and Mitsuki were quite close, she, of course, knew how badly Katsuki’s death affected you, even though she tried to help, the moment you were alone, you knew you couldn’t take the loss of someone so precious to you.

“Y/n… I know your pain was immense… I just hope you are both happy now wherever you are…”, Mitsuki quietly cried as she stood in front of the grave with your coffin in it, joining Katsuki’s, Masaru holding her close by his side, both of them a red spider lily in their hands that weren’t blooming.

Looking at each other for a moment, you both stood up from the gravestone and walked towards his parents, softly touching the flower, making them bloom in their hands.

“Let’s go. We are free now. Let’s see the world - together.”, Bakugou smiled and you chuckled and nodded, “Yeah.”, only to pull him closer and softly kiss him and whisper, “Together forever.”, which earned you Katsuki’s soft giggle and him pulling you closer to connect your lips once more.

Mitsuki and Masaru were both completely astonished when the red spider lilies in their hands started blooming, as if it was your answer to their question if you were both happy now, making Katsuki’s Mom smile and cry a little harder.

Though, once she looked ahead, she thought it was probably because she was sleep-deprived and in so much emotional pain, but… she saw you and Katsuki holding onto and smiling at each other. His mind must be playing tricks on her and yet, it was bittersweet to witness you two like that…

“They are happy…”, she wiped away her tears and with a smile on her lips, Mitsuki threw the blooming spider lilies into the grave eventually, knowing that her son and son-in-law were now happily dancing in the cherry blossom trees.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: ya boy literally chickened out the last minute and made it a somewhat happy ending instead of leaving it sad… idk i kind of just want them to find their happiness again in their afterlives 💌 my first idea was to make Y/n sing his heart out on like a roof and then jump, then I wanted him to sing his heart out in front of katsu’s grave and in the end, we just have some soft guitar play and a gun… but while I listen to the song I had playing on repeat while writing this, I still imagine Y/n singing loudly for his Baby and grieving terribly 💔

#salemswriting.#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bakugou x you #bakugou angst

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actress4him · 3 years

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Bonus Whumptober Content

I had no plans originally of continuing the story from Whumptober Day 28. As far as I was concerned, it ended badly and that was that.

But you can all thank @outtacommission , because I was bribed into continuing it!

If you need a refresher on the original chapter, click the link above or read it on AO3.

This is the start of the new content, which ended up being super long, so I broke it up into three short chapters. I’m really excited and nervous to share this. Writing sequels for oneshots that weren’t originally supposed to be continued is...tough. This is the second time I’ve done it, and I always feel like the continuation isn’t as good as the original. But I’m pretty happy with how this turned out, so I hope that you guys enjoy it, too!

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Warnings: (big spoilers!) needles, implied CPR, broken bones, blood, brain damage, paralysis, amputation, panic attacks

“Quiznak. Oh, holy quiznak, Keith?”

“He’s not breathing. I’ve got no pulse.”

“Hold him steady, I’m cutting the back of this chair off so we can get to the shrapnel.”

“Come on, Keith. Breathe. Breathe!”

“Look, I found this in Red’s first aid kit. I’m a universal donor.”

“Get it hooked up, he needs everything we can give him.”

“Please, Keith. Please.”

“Shiro, his ribs…”

“I know. They’ll heal.”

“Wait! Look!”

“Oh my g-...okay. Okay. Hurry, let’s get him to the Black Lion. I’ll need you to ride with him so you can keep up the transfusion.”

“Right behind you.”

Consciousness came in spurts. The first time, he surfaced from the never-ending blackness to nothing but cold and pain, and the feeling that his insides were twisted into a big knot and trying their best to exit his body. As he retched, body automatically jerking to try to sit up or roll over and sending even more pain shooting through him, frantic voices surrounded him.

“...reaction...blood…!”

“But...O neg...shouldn’t…”

Somebody scooped him up like a baby and ran, jarring his screaming abdomen with every step, before depositing him onto a semi-soft surface.

“...Galra…”

“...sample...synthesize more…”

The words meant nothing to him. All he knew was pain and nausea, and a blur of lights and movement above him.

Just before he passed out again, there was a sharp prick in his forearm that momentarily drew his attention away from the rest of the pain. He couldn’t find the energy to protest it.

The second time, voices were the first to filter in, hushed tones that sounded as if they were speaking a foreign language. His eyes fluttered open, but the bright lights overhead made him wince and squeeze them back shut.

“You’re okay,” someone soothed, the only words he could actually pick out from among the rest. “You’ll be just fine. Go back to sleep, now.”

There was a prick on the back of his hand, and he whimpered involuntarily. But a moment later the nothingness was taking back over, and he gladly slipped underneath.

The next time he woke, he had no recollection of the first two times, or of anything that happened before, but for some reason he was surprised to be waking up. Somehow, he didn’t think he was going to do so. But here he was, awake. Only, he had no idea where here was.

“Keith? Bud? You with us?”

He knew that voice. Turning his head toward it, he willed his eyes to open, and after a moment, they obeyed. A blur of yellow and brown met him.

“Hey, bud! It’s good to see those eyes open. Can you hear me?”

Keith blinked, trying to bring the person into focus. Once their features had solidified enough that he could make out dark brown eyes and a smile, he licked his chapped lips and attempted to speak.

“Hunk.” For some reason the N dragged on for much longer than he had intended, but it was a word, regardless.

“Yeah! That’s me! Oh my gosh, you have no idea how happy I am that you’re awake and okay.”

How long had he been asleep? It must have been a while for Hunk to be worried. And he was pretty sure he felt okay, though maybe a bit numb overall. Maybe he really had been asleep for a long time. It kinda felt like he was waking up after one of those naps you take while you’re sick and your fever breaks in the middle of it.

He licked his lips again, to no avail. “‘hirsty.”

“Yep, yep, I’m sure you are.” Hunk turned and snatched something up off a nearby table, bringing it toward Keith’s face. “Here ya go. Small sips.”

The water was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted in his life. He wanted to gulp it all down, ignoring what he had been told, but Hunk pulled it away after only a couple of seconds.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get Shiro and Fallenta and let them know you’re awake, alright? I’ll be right back.”

Keith struggled to process that sentence. He didn’t think he recognized one of those names, and he still couldn’t figure out why him being awake was such a big deal. Unless...he had gotten hurt in one of their fights. But then why wouldn’t he be waking up from the pod, not in whatever bed this was?

“Wha...happened?” His words continued to come out strangely, despite his best efforts. Maybe he had been sleeping on his face, because it was one of those numb parts of him that didn’t seem to want to move properly.

Hunk froze at the doorway, turning slowly to face him. “Um...what do you remember?”

It was a good question. Wrinkling his brow, he searched his still half-dazed mind, trying and failing to grasp at the snippets of memories that danced by. It didn’t take long for his head to start hurting, and he shut his eyes, giving up for the moment. “Don’t know. A fight?” He had a vague recollection of being in Red recently. “In the Lions?”

“Um, yeah, well, that’s...one thing that happened.” Hunk seemed nervous, fidgeting with his hands. “I’m gonna go, um, get the others, and they can tell you everything, ‘kay?” Without giving Keith a chance to protest, he disappeared through the door.

Keith sighed, and tested out various parts of his body. Other than most of his right side being curiously numb, and an almost unnoticeable ache in a couple more places, everything seemed to be working properly. He had been in Red right before waking up there...right? Maybe she could tell him what was going on.

Only when he closed his eyes and reached for their connection, he came up empty. There was nothing there. No hum, no purr, nothing. His heart leapt into his throat. Red! Red, where are you? What if something had happened to her? What if she was gone? What if he had done something to make her reject him, and he wasn’t even a paladin anymore, what if that’s what Hunk didn’t want to tell him? If he wasn’t a paladin anymore, then he’d...he’d be nothing. Useless. There would be absolutely no reason for him to be in the Castle anymore, in space at all. The other paladins would take him back to Earth and dump him off, and he’d have no one and nothing yet again.

The door opened, and Keith shot upright, ignoring the way it made his head swim and that ache in his ribs twinge. “I can’t feel Red! I can’t...what happened? Where’s Red?”

“Hey! Hey, shh, Keith, it’s okay!” Shiro was across the room in an instant, sitting down on the side of the bed and grasping Keith’s shoulders in both his hands. “I need you to calm down for me, okay? I’ll explain, but I need you to take deep breaths.”

Drawing in one such breath to appease the man, Keith glanced around the room, taking in Hunk’s worried expression and the alien stranger that stood on the other side of his bed. “Somebody please just tell me what's going on.” The words were still slurred, which was getting more frustrating by the second. “Why’m I here?”

He hated the look that Shiro shot up at the alien before catching his eyes again. They were treating him like a fragile child. Even when he was a child, he had gotten more bad news in his few years than most adults did in their whole lives, so it wasn’t like he didn’t always expect more.

“You were in an accident,” Shiro finally explained, still speaking far too slowly and softly. “You and Red got hit with a zaiforge cannon and crashed into a nearby planet. Do you remember?”

Keith already knew he didn’t, so he wasn’t going to waste time searching his memory when he still wanted answers. “Where’s Red? Is she okay?”

Offering a sympathetic smile, Shiro squeezed his shoulder with his flesh hand. “She’s in rough shape. All her systems are shut down right now. But Pidge and Coran and Hunk have been working on her, and they’re optimistic that everything can be fixed. With time.”

Letting all his breath out with a whoosh, Keith slumped over forward. It was simultaneous good news and bad news. Red hadn’t rejected him, or at least he didn’t think so. But he hated that she was so badly hurt. “I wanna see her.”

Shiro’s smile twitched up a little higher. “I know. But first, we need to check on you. You’ve been unconscious for quite a while. Everything seems to have healed up alright, but there were some things that couldn’t be tested while you were out.”

As if this was their cue, the alien - an objectively pretty, willowy creature with mauve fur, four long, thin arms, and a myriad of long, thin fingers on each hand - stepped forward. Their voice was light and feminine, and had a lilting accent that reminded him of Lance when he fell into his native tongue.

“I am going to give you some simple instructions to follow, okay?”

Keith frowned. “Who ‘re you?”

“Oh, yes, right.” Shiro indicated the newcomer with one hand. “This is Fallenta. She’s a Tellimite. They’re one of the most medically advanced species in the universe. We wanted to make sure you had the best care possible, so Allura brought us to Tellima as soon as we had you in the pod. Fallenta has been...indispensable.”

His explanation only caused Keith more confusion. If he had been in a pod, then why did he need a doctor? And again, why was he in some bed now?

Seeming to sense his questions, Fallenta smiled and settled down opposite Shiro. “There were some...complications from your injuries. Coran and Shiro made the right call by placing you into a healing pod right away, knowing that it was the only way to save your life, but that meant that your bones that were broken could not be reset before healing. One of my jobs was to correct this once your abdomen wound was no longer life threatening.”

“Yes, you actually had two different stints in the pod,” Shiro nodded. His brow furrowed. “Well, three, if you count the time that your body rejected the blood Pidge had given you and started trying to shut down. Thankfully, Coran had those samples he took from all of us at the beginning, and was able to synthesize some more of yours.”

Keith couldn’t stand the troubled expression on Shiro’s face, especially since he had been the one to put it there. Lifting his left arm, he gently squeezed his brother’s elbow. “I’m okay now.”

Shiro smiled, but there was a sheen to his eyes. “You have no idea how relieved I am about that.”

“Your cognition seems to be just fine,” Fallenta said, “and losing memory of the traumatic event is not uncommon. There are a few other things I need to check, though.”

She spent the next few minutes shining a flashlight into his eyes, asking him some questions about things that happened prior to the accident, getting him to remember a short list of objects, and observing his reactions to various movements and sounds. All of it led Keith to believe that it was his brain being tested, and it made him nervous. No one would tell him anything else, though, simply repeating that they would explain everything shortly.

It seemed to be going well, though, and everyone was smiling and calm, so he tried not to let it get to him. Until Fallenta moved on to testing sensations. She started on his left arm, lightly touching it with her finger, then poking her claw into his skin, then digging in her knuckle. Everything felt like it should.

“Alright, the right arm, now.” She smiled at him and held his gaze, but after a moment of nothing further happening, her smile faded into a neutral expression. Another moment, and he was wondering why she hadn’t done the test yet.

“Do you feel any of this, Keith?”

“What?” He looked down, and her finger was on his forearm. As he watched, she moved it up and down his arm, tapping lightly. He swallowed hard. “It's...it's been really numb e’er since I woke up. My face an’ leg, too.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shiro stiffen. “What does that mean?”

Fallenta smiled again, and as nice of a smile as it was, he was beginning to hate it. “Let’s complete the tests, and I will be able to tell you more. Can you feel this?”

This time he watched as she pricked him with her claw, and to his relief, there was a faint jolt of pain. “A little. It's muted, though.”

“That’s good. And this?” She used her knuckle that time, and again, the pressure was faint.

“Same. What's wrong with my arm?” he demanded, glaring first at her, then Shiro. “Why can’t I talk right?”

“Have patience -”

“No!” Keith yanked his arm away from her with far more effort than should have been required. “I'm out of patience! Tell me what's wrong!”

Shiro put a hand on Fallenta’s shoulder, nodded at her, then reached forward and took Keith’s hand. “When we found you…” He paused, his jaw clenching and eyes flicking away for a split second before he seemed to steel himself to continue. “Your heart had stopped. It’s impossible to say how long you had been like that. I was able to get it started again, but it took a few minutes. So your brain…” Drawing in a deep breath, he let it out in a sigh. “It was without oxygen for several minutes, at the least. Brain damage has been a concern from the very start. When I said you have no idea how relieved I am that you’re okay...it was possible that you wouldn’t ever wake up. Or if you did, that you wouldn’t be able to function at all.” An errant tear slipped out, and he dashed it away with his metal hand. “But you’re here. You’re awake, and you can speak and think and...and it’s gonna be okay. I promise, it’s gonna be okay.”

Brain damage? The words hit him like a blow to the chest. That meant his arm...his face...they weren’t just numb, they were...they were…

He ripped his hand from Shiro’s grip. “How can you say it's gonna be okay? Do you hear me? I soun’ stupid! An’ my arm...how’m I supposed to fight an’ fly if I can barely move my arm?”

“But you still have some movement and sensation,” Fallenta broke in. “That is very good news. It means that, with physical therapy, you can regain even more use. You can even have speech therapy to help you build up your facial muscles.”

“Speech therapy?” He almost laughed at that. “We’re in the middle of a war, we don’ have time for speech therapy!”

Shiro’s hand landed on his leg. “We’ll make it work, Keith.”

“No. No.” He shook his head harshly. “Get off. Get off me, I need...” Flailing his one good hand toward Shiro and Fallenta, he gritted his teeth against the tears that wanted to fall. The weight on either side of the bed moved as the two of them stood. “I need some air. I need...” Red, that’s what he needed. He reached for the corner of the blanket that covered his legs. “I’m gonna -”

“Keith, wait!”

Shiro and Hunk both lunged, but it was too late. He had already flipped the blanket to the side, revealing what lay underneath.

Or rather, what didn’t lay underneath.

He was gonna be sick.

His leg. It was…it was missing from the knee down.

Keith screamed.

The next minutes or hours were a blur of tears and pain in his chest and breaths that wouldn’t come. He vaguely recalled Shiro being in front of him, his lips moving but no sound coming out. He vaguely recalled thrashing and slamming his head into the wall behind him.

After that, though, the nothingness took back over.

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sword-of-the-writer · 4 years

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Hi hi!! May i request something please? Can I have Felix (I love how you write him omg!!!!), Yuri, Dimitri and baby Ashe taking care of a sick female reader please? Headcanons of it isnt a bother. Thank you so much!!! You are doing great!!!

Tysm!!! This one was fun, sorry it took me so long

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Taking Care of a Sick S/O || Felix, Yuri, Dimitri, Ashe

Felix

- He has no business taking care of someone sick considering how much I see him overworking himself to sickness (he gets the flu every winter without fail you can’t change my mind)

- Don’t expect him to make any food... thats for the cooks to do and I’m sure that if he did make you something you might get more sick

- He would likely only bring you something like soup when its late in the evening and hes not as likely to get caught

- If he does he claims hes bringing you the class notes or something

- A bit more aware of overworking himself while you are sick and doesn’t train as much because of it (also because he’s spending time with you)

Yuri

- bruh hes bad at this highkey

- He doesn’t really know exactly how to help, but he wants to (tho he doesn’t really show it)

- Hapi probably cracks down on him like “if ___ is sick you gotta...” and tells him what he needs to do

- Soup? Ok yeah he can do that

- Spending time with you? Yeah, he can clear his schedule! (Aka the other wolves are like “yuri istg we’re FINE go visit your s/o dammit”)

- Lowkey doesn’t know what to talk about because truthfully he mostly listens to you, so he just tells you about whats been going on in abyss

- If you’re stubborn and want to get out of bed before you’re healthy he can and will stop you with force

- Outwardly yuri looks really passive but he cares!!

Dimitri

- o v e r w h e l m e d

- He wants to make you soup himself (with the help of dedue) and the gesture is enough for you not to care that it’s severely under seasoned

- Immediately relays the class lesson to you afterwards along with bringing notes (he doesn’t want you being sick to get in the way of your learning!)

- Takes notes from Mercie who advises him on how he can help you without being overbearing

- Because he has a tendency to do a little too much to help...

- Kinda neglects his lance training to spend time with you

- Dedue respectfully waits outside

Ashe

- reason #367272 why Ashe is superior husband material

- He’s making you homemade soup EVERY TIME you’re sick, and its really good soup!

- My parents made me this soup whenever I got sick before they passed away” 🥺

- Makes sure you’re not cold and lays blankets on you, takes layers off if you’re too warm, and def fluffs your pillow regularly

- Hes like your own nurse, but somehow he’s found the perfect balance of helping you and not imposing?? Like hes still keeping up with his own work

- Brings you handwritten notes for class

- Might even read you stories in the evening if you can’t sleep

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damnlance · 3 years

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klance angst prompt # 11 please?

Klangst Prompt #11

11. “What keeps you up at night?”

Summary: A lot has happened in the past few days that has Keith’s mind going haywire. And to top it off, they’re all FINALLY on their way home to Earth. Keith should be happy.. but he isn’t.

There are so many stars in space, it’s actually quite terrifying.

At least Keith thinks so anyway.

The way that there’s an endless epitome of these twinkly little burning balls of gas for miles and miles, everywhere they go, everywhere they are, these seemingly never ending burning balls of gas following them, surrounding them, consuming them, it’s..

Terrifying.

It’s the middle of the night and Keith’s alone, sitting in the head of the castle ship, staring out into space. He can’t sleep again and it’s the fifth night in a row. Tiredness eats away at the back of his brain but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when a million and one thoughts and worries are itching underneath his skin. Thoughts he’s too afraid to elaborate on because he knows it’ll just make things worse..

The hissing sound of the automatic sliding doors bring him out of his thoughts as slippers being slid across the floor make their way closer to him. Keith doesn’t bother turning around, content to talk with whomever could be awake and looking for him. But as soon as they make their way closer, a familiar scent hits his nostrils and he knows exactly who it is.

Ocean breeze cologne from the space mall. Lance fucking McClain. His boyfriend.

“Thought I’d find you in here.” Lance says with a hint of happiness in his voice.

Keith turns back to look at him and blushes a little from the sight. He’s wearing his pajamas; blue tank-top and silk shorts to match and even though he’s had them for a while now, Keith still gets a little flustered from all of Lance’s beautiful exposed skin. He’s got a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he comes to plop down next to Keith. The second their bodies touch, Keith curls into Lance’s side like a cat curling up by a fire. Lance welcomes him eagerly and wraps his arm around him, enveloping him in his blanket.

“Everything okay?” Keith asks, staring out at the stars.

“I should be asking you that,” Lance answers. “You’re the one who wasn’t in bed when I woke up.”

Keith nods and shrugs. “Sorry.. just overthinking again.”

“Hey,” Lance quirks up his eyebrow, “I thought that was my job?”

Keith smirks and rolls his eyes. “I’m being serious, Lance.”

Lance smiles a bit. “I know, babe. Just trying to make you smile.”

There’s a beat of silence as they both look out at the stars and space. It’s so blinding and deafening at the same time and it makes the hairs on Keith’s arms stand on end. But he can’t stop the thoughts that come to his brain. Loneliness, abandonment, isolation. It’s all in there. Keith closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath through his nose, putting his head down to stare at his red paladin slippers.

“Something on your mind..?” Lance is watching him intently, gently, not wanting to frighten him into closing off like he usually does. They’ve been dating for about a year, or whatever the space equivalency is to that. Lance confessed his feelings after a successful mission and everyone was high on happiness and how well they worked together as a team. And by ‘confessed’, he actually just kissed Keith silly in front of everyone and when Keith surprisingly and eagerly kissed back, that was all the confirmation Lance needed to know that they had the same feelings.

So to say that Lance knows Keith like he knows the back of his hand is an understatement. He knows Keith like he knows the entirety of his hand.

Keith shrugs and tucks his long, black hair behind his ear.

“I’m scared.” He says so quietly, Lance doesn’t think he hears him right.

“Scared?” Lance frowns. “Of what?”

“The stars..” Keith decides to say as he pushes himself away from Lance, and the blanket, to stand up and walk over to the large castle windows. Lance stares at the back of his head, those perfect eyebrows arched in confusion.

“The stars??” Lance chuckles nervously. “Uh, hate to break it to you, love, but we’ve been in space for god knows how long and you haven’t seemed that scared to me.. I think..?” It’s quiet as Lance waits for an elaboration. He watches as Keith bounces from foot to foot, arms crossed over his chest as he holds himself, shrinking in on himself. But he doesn’t say anything, most likely getting his thoughts together.

“Keith,” Lance’s voice is calm. “This is like, the fifth time in a row you’ve been up pacing this room like a madman. So.. what keeps you up at night? You can tell me.”

Keith stops pacing and looks at the ground. “Do.. Do you ever feel so small when you look out at all those endless stars?”

Lance thinks for a moment. “Yeah,” he nods, “All the time.”

“But..” Keith turns around now, facing his boyfriend. “Do you ever feel lonely? O-or scared? Like there’s just too much stars and space and it’s just you and no one else..?” He stops to really examine Lance’s face and is surprised to find him staring with a hint of sadness in his blue eyes. Like something Keith has said has punctured a sensitive nerve and it’s now throbbing painfully.

“Sometimes..” Lance finally admits after a beat of silence. He sits back on his hands and stretches his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. “The first time I realized that we were actually stuck on the other side of a wormhole, it was all I could think about. I mean.. I left everyone behind, thinking that we would just be back in a few days. And that’s when everyday for me became scary and lonely..”

Keith nods, listening. He twists the ends of his hair and chews on his lip before responding.

“And do you still feel that way?”

“A little,” Lance looks at him. “But now that we’re finally going home, I’m relieved.”

Keith’s shoulders tense up at the mention of home and he rubs the back of his neck. “Well.. that’s still how I feel. Even now that we’re going.. going h..” He can’t say it. That place has never even been a home to him. All that Earth has ever done is bring him sadness and loneliness, taking everyone he’s ever loved away from him.

Lance finally gets it now.

“Babe,”he stands up, dropping the blanket from around his shoulders, “Do you really feel like that?”

Keith nods.

“Even.. with me?”

That gets Keith’s attention and he looks up, feeling a lump form in his throat.

“No, Lance,” He crosses the empty distance between them and immediately grabs Lance’s hips, pulling them close. “I could never feel that way with you. You make me so happy! It’s just..”

Lance eagerly waits for his response. Patiently. Nervously.

“I don’t have a home to go back to.” It’s said so quietly that Lance could have sworn he dreamed it.

“What? Keith,” He catches Keith’s gaze by grabbing his perfect, chiseled jaw in his hand and forcing those beautiful violet eyes to look at him. “What the hell are you talking about?? Don’t you know that we’re your family?? That I’m your family?”

Keith’s bottom lip quivers. “B-but you've got your mom and d-dad and siblings all waiting for you! And Hunk has his family and Pidge has her family, everyone’s got someone waiting for them.. I wish my father was waiting for me.”

Lance can only watch as his boyfriend, the love of his life and the thief of his heart, silently cries just a few centimeters away from him. It shatters his heart.

“Baby,” He says, voice strong and a small bit wavering. Keith looks up, tears and snot running down his face. Lance’s heart breaks some more. “You are my entire life. You have my heart, my soul, my everything, and you mean so much to me that it absolutely scares me.”

Keith sniffs once, blinking more tears down his cheeks.

“A life without you in it,” Lance continues, placing his warm hands on either side of Keith’s neck, “Is the worst thing that could happen to me. Worse than getting stuck on the other side of a wormhole, trillions of miles away from home.”

“Really?” Keith’s voice breaks a little as a small smile creeps up on his face. Lance swoons leaning forward to kiss Keith’s forehead.

“Yeah, love.” He smiles. “Really.” He wipes Keith’s tear stained cheeks with his thumbs and leans in close to press their foreheads together. “And baby??”

“Hm?” Keith stares into those blue eyes he loves so much, nostrils full of the ocean breeze scent he loves so much.

“You’ll never be without me,” Lance whispers, just for Keith to hear. “When we make it home, you’ll have me. You’ll also have Shiro and Pidge, Matt and Hunk, Romelle and Allura and Coran. Even your freakishly hot galra mom!”

Keith laughs, his eyes crinkling closed into cute little crescents and the sound light and airy, going straight to Lance’s heart. Another kiss is pressed to Keith’s forehead as Lance moves to tuck his bangs away from his face and behind his ear.

“You’ll always have me, okay?”

Keith nods, leaning forehead to capture Lance’s lips in a searing kiss. Lance kisses back, every word he said to Keith showing in his kiss. They pull away and hug each other, Keith burying his face into Lance’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Lance.” He whispers. “I love you.”

And Lance smiles, a light blush coming in on his cheeks.

“I love you too, Keithy.”

-END-

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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Might come off as a tad selfish here hehe but

SDV/SVE characters knowing the farmer is having period cramps, but they have absolutely no clue on how to help them. They remembered the farmer loves eating, so they searched on the internet and see the first thing that popped up: dark chocolate helps in relieving period cramps. So they got a bunch of chocolate from Pierre's and showed up at the door -

To find the farmer sobbing EVEN HARDER at the sight of the chocolates in their hands because they're allergic to chocolate and they're sad why did you bring me stuff I can't eat I'm already miserable and you bring me this??? 😭

I feel your pain, dear anon. I have a similar story, but with citrus :(

I only made a few characters, I hope you don't mind. If you want others feel free to ask again.

Also, I did not understand exactly what relationship the Farmer and characters are in, so I did it differently. Hope you like it and thanks for asking! 🫶

Sam:

Oh Yoba... Baby, Sam's so sorry!

He didn't want the Farmer to get even more upset. No, please don't cry or Sam will cry too.

They love eating, and Sam though it was the best solution... Omg, baby please 🥺

Fuck that damn chocolate! The poor fellow immediately searches the Internet for what else can be from food to relieve cramps BESIDES chocolate.

Oh, bananas and blueberries. Bingo!

Sam rips the chocolate out of his beautiful s/o's hands at the speed of light, throws it in the trash, and runs back to the store for fruits and berries.

Luckily, Farmer wasn't allergic to it, and Sam made her a tasty and healthy smoothie. This helped the Farmer, they no longer cries, and Sam with a blanket and hugs goes to the Farmer on the sofa.

The young musician ran so fast that he managed to get a little hungry, but he won’t go into the trash for that chocolate. Besides, the hugs from his s/o are so cozy that he doesn’t want to get up soon.

Abigail:

Oh man, she understands the Farmer very well. Sometimes her own menstrual pains are so unbearable that she already breaks down on everyone.

But she has a solution to her problems that she wants to offer the Farmer - dark chocolate, which her dad always gives her when she gets her period. She will also give them some, plus it is delicious!

Oh, is Farmer allergic to chocolate? Oops... Sheesh.

Ok, no need to be upset, Abby will come up with something else. Damn, where is her smartphone?!

While Abby was trying to find information in a panic, Caroline, upon learning about the Farmer's problem, also reminded her that in addition to the chocolate her father gives her, she always brews fresh green tea, the leaves that are grown in their sunroom.

"Mom, you are a genius!"

Abby, Caroline and the Farmer have a threesome tea party in the kitchen. The homemade green tea was amazing and really helped Farmer with spasms. Abigail is very pleased because her friend is no longer sad. And Caroline noted that the three of them had a pleasant time drinking tea and chatting.

Lance:

That was very tactless of him, wasn't it?

Lance was embarrassed. The Farmer is his partner, the love of his life, and he forgot about his loved one's allergies.

The sight of an even more upset Farmer hurt Lance more than any monster he had to fight.

But the adventurer did not lose his composure, and was determined to correct his mistake.

With a wave of his hand, he made all the elite dark chocolate disappear into the air, and told the surprised Farmer that he would be back in a minute, and also disappeared after casting the spell.

As promised, Lance returned in a minute, with ginger root, tea leaves, and vegetables to prepare for the Farmer.

After an incredibly quick dinner (not without the help of magic), Lance offered food to his partner, kissed the Farmer gently and asked if they needed anything else.

He understands that menstrual cramps can be very painful, so he is not offended when the Farmer begins to act up and cry.

But after a healthy meal full of magnesium and vitamins, as well as care from their spouse, the Farmer and the evening felt much better.

The real mystery was where all the chocolate went. But it will forever remain an unsolved.

Maru:

Searching, searching, sear- Oh, there it is! "Dark chocolate contains antioxidants and magnesium, a mineral that has been shown to help relieve the following symptoms of PMS: bloating, fatigue, depression, and irritability."

Maru searched the Internet for about half an hour to find out what kind of dark chocolate with cocoa content is the most useful and will help the Farmer with spasms.

She found it. Perfect! Now she just need buy this particular chocolate in Pierre's store and return to her s/o.

Maru was a little confused as to why the Farmer got even more upset at the sight of the chocolate.

And she felt like a complete fool when the Farmer told her the reason. What's the point of her being an engineering genius if she couldn't account for her partner being allergic to chocolate?!

At least a fruit salad with apricots and plums will not let her down. These fruits will also help, as will chocolate. Maru this time asked the Farmer if they were allergic to them too.

The fruit salad turned out to be a good decision, but Maru is still upset that she miscalculated and made such a mistake that makes her loved one sad.

But the Farmer gave her a kiss and gratitude for the care and love she gave them, so that Maru's expression relaxed, and a soft smile broke out on her face.

Olivia:

Poor Farmer! Olivia experienced similar spasms in her youth, and the constant stress of her job at Joja only made it worse.

Yoga was a great way to reduce the manifestations of period cramps, but Olivia did not stop only at the exercises, but also changed her diet: vegetables, fruits, salmon fish, there were many options.

Dark chocolate was one of the foods that worked best for her, so she bought some expensive chocolate bars for the Farmer.

"Here, sweetie! This will help you, plus it's a luxurious dark chocolate, you won't find in regular stores and it's very delicious!"

"What, allergies? Oh, goodness..."

Olivia didn't lose her composure even when she saw the Farmer cry at the sight of the chocolate. There is no problem that cannot be solved.

Fortunately, there were plenty of other foodstuffs in her house.

Salad with salmon, avocado and walnut - healthy and tasty - came to the aid of the Farmer!

Olivia really knows how to cook well.

The Farmer apologized for crying over the chocolate, but Olivia insists they don't need to apologize. After all, the Farmer is her close friend, and she perfectly understands their situation.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv farmer #sve lance #sve headcanons #sdv headcanons #sve olivia #sdv sam #sdv abigail #sdv maru #thanks for asking!

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 2 years

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Future

Agnes/Estinien. Years into the future, Estinien and Agnes debate expanding their family...again.

Several years into the future…

“Bapa, look!” Esme Varlineau shouted as she conjured a stone to hit a target. “Stone! So easy!”

“Easy now, but you’ll be learning much more from your mother and Brother E-Sumi when you’re older.” Estinien said, admiring his eldest’s innate skills in conjury. “I daresay you’ll give your mother a run for her money.”

Esme wrinkled her nose. “Oh Bapa. I can’t be exactly like mummy. She’s the Warrior of Light. She’s the best.” She ran to him and launched herself into his arms. “But I’ll try!”

Estinien laughed and kissed her forehead. “I know you will, Esme.” He set her down and sighed. “Speaking of mummy, where is she?”

“She took Celestine, Sylvaine, and Aurelien on a walk. They should be back soon.” Esme responded and then froze. “I think I can hear them now!” She bolted toward the source of two young children laughing and a baby cooing. “Mummy! I did Stone and hit the target! Bapa saw!”

She’ll be rivaling me when I was in the Conjurer’s Guild soon. “That’s lovely, darling!” Agnes said, smiling while trying to wrangle eight-month-old Aurelien. “And we had a nice time at the park, didn’t we?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Celestine shouted, grabbing one of Estinien’s legs. Sylvaine was greeted by his older brothers---two sets of twins Hamignant and Marcelin and Philipine and Laurent.

“Hamignant love, can you wrangle this group inside and check if your grandmother doesn’t need any help?” Agnes asked. “It would be such a big help.”

Their eldest son beamed. “Yes mummy! Come on, everyone! Grandma might have cookies for us!” He took Sylvaine’s hand, and in an instant, the group of 8 ran inside.

Agnes walked to one of the benches in their garden and felt a familiar pinch on her ass. “Oh Estinien!” She laughed and sat down.

Estinien laughed with his wife, putting his arm around her once seated. “I haven’t done it in…let’s see…three hours. Had to. How was the park?”

“Wonderful! Celestine and Sylvaine ran around like crazy, burning off all that energy. It’s such a contrast between them and say, Laurent, who was more happy curled up in my lap while I read.” Laurent, my sweet little bookworm. What a fine scholar you’ll make someday. “And how were things here?”

Estinien sighed. “Esme is improving every day in what little conjury she knows. And the boys are excelling in their lessons. Hamignant told me he wants to write to Aymeric to ask if when he’s old enough he can be a squire for him. Wants to learn the sword. Hmph. My eldest son wanting to learn the sword.”

Oh dear. “It’s his decision, love.”

“Oh, I know I know but still! Eight children and not a single one wishes to learn the lance! Not one!” Estinien groaned. “Eight! And not one!”

Agnes stifled a laugh. “Some of them are still quite young. Who knows? Maybe one will show an interest later.”

“Esme has already decided on the path to conjury. All she wants is to help and heal like you. At least you have that!” Estinien massaged his temples, sighing even more.

I have…what? “’Stinien, just because none so far have showed any interest in learning the lance doesn’t mean they don’t want to honor you or make you proud. Hamignant told me as much. He wants to be just like you.”

“Except without a lance.” He grumbled.

Oh for fuck’s sake. “And that shouldn’t matter.”

Estinien closed his eyes. “I’m aware. It’s just…my pride’s a bit wounded is all.”

Just a bit. Okay. Right. Agnes kissed his cheek and smiled at him. “Oh, love. We have eight wonderful children who adore you. What can be better than that?”

As soon as Agnes said that, Estinien’s eyes opened again. Oh dear, he looks like he has an idea. “Eight wonderful children, yes. But…nine wonderful children and the ninth could be interested in the lance.”

Agnes blinked. Her mouth hung open. And then Aurelien fussed. “What’s the matter, love? Are you hungry?” She adjusted her top, and Aurelien latched on and began to feed. Now back to this idea of his. “You want another child?”

“Only if you do, of course, my pretty wife.” He’s buttering me up.

“You know I love you with all my heart, don’t you?” Agnes said, treading carefully. “And I would do anything for you, love. But that is not how having a child works.”

“Nay, having a child works with you and I fu—"

Agnes silenced him with an exasperated look. “Estinien!!! That’s…not what I mean and you know it! It’s about love and welcoming a new soul into the world and being so happy to have another little love in our family. And as much as I love having sex with you, the pushing out of very large baby Varlineaus is not exactly the most fun I’ve ever had. You try pushing out a person weighing more than ten ponze eight times!” Well over ten ponze each. Some far more than ten ponze. Sylvaine was nearly thirteen. And two sets of twins. Good gods.

“And am I not with you every moment? Holding your hand? Watching each time as another of our children enters the world?” Estinien said with a grin. “Agi, just think about it. A little tiny lance for a little tiny child. How…cute would that be.” He winked on ‘cute.’

Oh. No, it would be so cute. Just so damn cute. Oh fuck. She felt that Aurelien was done with his feeding and decided now would be a good time for Estinien to help out some. “Love, can you burp Aurelien?”

Estinien took his youngest, laying him gently against his shoulder and patting his back. “That’s a good lad. Do a nice big burp for mummy.” He glanced at Agnes. “A teeny tiny lance.”

“Alright! Alright! I acknowledge that it’s so very cute, and yes, I’d like to see it. However, I have one condition. And don’t you dare be smug without hearing it or I shall be cross.” That’s a lie---I can never be cross at him. Not ever.

Estinien barked a laugh, still patting his baby son’s back. “Well, let’s hear it!”

“We can have another baby, but if this next little one has zero interest in the lance…” Agnes smirked. “Then you’re having the tenth.”

“I-I beg your pardon, woman! How am I supposed to do that?!”

Agnes crossed her arms. “Ask Vrtra. Ask Tiamat. Ask any of them since dragons don’t have reproductive mates.”

“I am not a bloody dragon, Agi! I don’t lay eggs!”

She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Then I guess we’re stopping at nine.”

Finally, Aurelien let out a small burp. Estinien kissed his head and held him to his chest. “Fine, fine, fine. Nine it is.” He stared down at Aurelien. “You’re going to be a big brother.”

Agnes sighed and lightly rubbed Aurelien’s chubby cheek. “I’ll not lie---I do want another child. I just don’t want it to be because you’re afraid of losing your dragoon legacy or some such. I want it to be because we love our family and want it to grow one more time.” I love them all so much. Each one is special and full of promise. And I love dressing them up in the cutest clothes from Auntie Tataru!

He leaned his head against Agnes’. “You don’t think I feel the same way?” Estinien asked, rubbing Aurelien’s back. “I never thought I’d live long enough to have a family of my own, let alone get married. And then you came into my life, my angel. You showed me the possibilities are endless. I love each of them, and I cannot wait to see what they will do when they’re older.” He paused. “Though, a part of me worries for Hamignant in Ishgard.”

“Oh?”

“Ishgard, under Aymeric’s leadership, is a much more open place than it was before. However, there’s still a current of…not hatred, more like distaste, for halfling children. Once they see Hamignant’s ears they will know.”

Agnes pondered thoughtfully. “And then he’ll punch them in the face once he’s called something. Or worse yet,” Agnes laughed. “if someone says something about me. But I honestly think that’s not likely to happen---two heroes of Ishgard.”

Estinien snorted. “One hero of Ishgard and one Azure Dragoon who just happened to be there.”

Agnes kissed his cheek once more. “You are a hero, love. You saved your people from a worse fate.”

“Aye,” Estinien smiled fondly at her. “but you saved me. Tis something I will be forever grateful for.” He kissed his youngest’s head and breathed in his scent. “And you gave me the most wonderful gifts I could ever ask for---Esme, Hamignant, Marcelin, Philipine, Laurent, Celestine, Sylvaine, Aurelien, and…one more.”

“One more and that’s it, love!” Agnes got up from the bench and reached for Aurelien. “Come on, my handsome dragon. Let’s see what my mum is up to!” She beamed at Aurelien when she took him back, and he cooed at his mother. You are so sweet, my little baby boy. Six boys. Two girls. Maybe the gods will bless me another girl.

Her ass was then suddenly pinched, bringing out of her thoughts.

“Estinien!” Agnes laughed. “My ass does not exist solely for you to pinch it!”

“Oh? It doesn’t?” He teased, pinching again. “I fear I cannot resist.”

***

5 Years Later

Maeva Varlineau at four was a precocious red-haired girl who loved watching her father practice with his lance. Her eyes were filled with wonder as he jumped, as he summoned Nidhogg’s strength as his own to perform feats, as he did nearly anything with it. Agnes dubbed Maeva “her father’s little shadow” though she looked little like her elezen father, with the exception of her ears.

Today though was the first day Maeva would hold her own lance.

Estinien knelt before his youngest, beaming with pride. “All right, Maeva. Just hold it for now. Try not to drop it.” He handed her a small wooden lance, clearly meant for a child.

Maeva’s eyes bulged. “It’s nice! Bapa, show me what you do!” Maeva jumped happily, Estinien noticing that she was not dropping the lance at all, despite her excitement.

He got up and fluffed her hair, laughing softly. “One moment, little one.” Estinien retrieved Nihdogg and began to do some drills against the dummy.

Maeva watched, enraptured and tried to emulate him.

Agnes watched from the same bench where she and Estinien had their conversation five years earlier. So much as changed since then. Maeva’s birth was the most traumatic out of the nine---and both of us nearly didn’t make it. Esme is in Gridania. Hamignant is in Ishgard. Marcelin wants to join the Arcanist’s Guild and leave next year. Laurent is in Sharlayan with Alphinaud and his family. At least Philipine, Celestine, Sylvaine, Aurelien, and Maeva will be here for longer.

“Mummy, look! I’m doing like Bapa!” Maeva shouted while attempting a thrust with the tiny lance. “Look!”

Agnes clapped and smiled. “Very good, my littlest love! You’re doing so well!”

Maeva continued to do little thrusts with her lance, while Estinien walked over to Agnes. He held her close and placed a gentle kiss on her head. “Thank you, my angel.”

Agnes scrunched her nose and looked up at him. “For what, love?”

“For her. With our youngest, our family is complete. I cannot ever thank you enough for her. For all of them.”

I thought you mad at the time, and now I realize you were right---our brood of nine has made us complete. “And she appears to want to take up the lance.” Agnes winked at her husband.

“Only took nine tries!” Estinien teased. “Maeva, come here and show mummy your lance!”

“I want to see too!” Aurelien shouted, running towards his parents and younger sister, with Philipine, Celestine, and Sylvain right behind with Luci.

“Mummy, that’s a tiny lance!” Sylvaine said. “It’s perfect for Maeva!”

‘Yes, it is, Sylvaine! Master Beatin crafted it in Gridania for Maeva. I’ll have to send him a nice letter, and you all could sign it! I bet he’d be thrilled.”

A chorus of “yes mummy” rang out as Agnes shared a look of pure adoration with her husband.

This is our life. Our family. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

#estinien varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #estinien x wol #agnes currai #agnes varlineau #the varlineau kids #wolstinien #they live in radz at han because why not #estinien has A LOT of feelings

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Can you make a fluffy A-Z for lance stroll?

Ask and you shall receive!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Everything. He loves every inch of you and thinks you are the most perfect human he’s ever met.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

You two are still young but know that further down the line you’ll have a couple of little ones running around the house.

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

He loves being little spoon in bed but when you’ve had a bad day he will wrap his arms and legs around you and holds tight, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

Lance always goes for the most extravagant dates. Once he flew the two of you to Greece for dinner because earlier in the week you’d said you’d been craving Greek food.

E = Everything: "you are my ____" (e.g my life, my world...)

You are my inspiration.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

He was completely oblivious to how deep his feelings were for you. You two had been seeing each other but you were taking it slow due to both of you having demanding jobs. He realised when a friend of his pointed out how Lance constantly spoke about you and always smiled at when someone said you’re name.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

He treats you like a queen, he always make sure you are taken care of.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He loves holding your hand, in the the car, at dinner, walking through the paddock. As long as his hand is in yours he has a smile on his face.

I = Impression: first impression/s

He didn’t believe someone as beautiful, smart and caring existed. He lost all confidence talking to you and hardly said a word, he was too busy listening to how passionately you spoke about your career.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

You two are always playing pranks on each other. Fans would love it when you would post some of them to TikTok.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Lance only kisses your cheek or head in public but in private the two of you were heaving constant make out sessions. You couldn’t get though making a coffee without him pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to yours.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

You did. After his first podium you got so excited you had to send him a voice note for him to hear when he got back to his motor home.

“Well done superstar! You drove fucking amazing, I love you- oh fuck! Fuck it, I love you!”

When he listened to it he chuckled and smile got even bigger. He called you immediately so he could say it back.

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

When you went your first holiday together. He took you to the Maldives and it was the first time you other with you both having busy work schedules, he made sure he made the most of the time you had together.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

This extravagant boy cannot help but bring you a gift every time he comes hime. You had to tell him he needed to stop because you had a ungodly amount of earrings for one woman.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half?

Baby pink. When you first met you often wore a baby pink sweater that you loved because is slightly too big for you and he thought you looked adorable in it. When you two stared dating he bought a load of large baby pink sweaters to keep at his house for you when you come over.

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

My diamond; Princess, Baby

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

You loved making pottery in your spare time and he is determined to learn too to make you pots and vases.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

Rainy days are pottery days; you would loose track of time and by the end of the day the two of you would be covered in clay and craving takeout.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up?

Lance doesn’t like to admit when he’s sad most of the time but you can always tell. You’ll cook his favourite dinner and put his favourite film on and give him unlimited cuddles and kisses. If he does tell you, you’ll listen intently and give support and advice where you can give it.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

Your job. He loves hearing about your latest projects and about the different clients you have.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

He loves it when you play with his hair, it’s the quickest way he falls asleep.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Lance used to show off everything but over time he became more reserved but he loves to show you off, he wants everyone to know how perfect you are and how lucky he is.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

You’d never really thought about marriage, he knew he wanted to marry you but he wanted to wait until you were ready.

X = Xylophone: What's their song?

Send Me On My Way - Rusted Roots

Y = You're the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You're the light to my life.

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

You two have a dog and you want more but have decided to wait until you move to a place with a bigger garden to run around in.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 one shot #lance stroll one shot

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