#the sadness soup has become a sadness stew

[weird-an]

The first time Billy tries to cook on his own it happens because he's hungry and his dad is at work. His mom hasn't come back yet, it's been a week and he's still waiting for her.

His stomach hurts and he remembers her letting him stir the pots when Neil wasn't home. There is canned soup, but he can't find the opener. Cooking is for girls, his dad says, but he isn't here right now.

So Billy grabs a pot, fills it with water and puts some maccaroni in. He burns his finger on it, when he tries to pour out the water. The maccaroni are too soggy and taste like nothing, but at least he isn't hungry anymore.

The blister on his finger reminds him that he has to look out for himself and by the time its healed he realizes his mom isn't coming back.

When Susan and Max become part of the family, Susan and Neil sometimes go on dates that take way longer than they told them before. Neil loves responsibility, but only for others.

Billy cooks for Max and him these nights. The first time he tries to make chicken, it's a disaster. Argyle laughs at him a day later and asks him if he used any spices. Apparently a ton of salt is too much and not enough at the same time.

Argyle comes over, whenever Billy is sure that Neil and Susan will stay out for at least a few hours more. He brings herbs Billy has never heard of, he shows him how to make picadillo, enchiladas, shows him how a squeezed lime can make everything better. Not only the food, but Billy's whole day.

Billy has his first kiss over a bunch of fish tacos, his lips still tingling from chili and Argyle's warmth. At home, a place where he never thought he'd like to be. But here? In the kitchen? It almost feels like a home.

But then Neil drags him away from California, away from Argyle's smile and tasty dinners. Neil is breathing down his neck and everything is awful.

Billy is stewing in his own misery. Argyle and him break up, more out of desperation than anything and that's just the cherry on top.

Billy is all boiling angers and searing sadness, tries to get on top of Hawkins High, just to forget. When Susan and Neil are gone, he tells Max to get some pizza.

Life is bland and without any flavor.

Steve Harrington and him hang out one day, Billy too tired from learning all about monsters and an Upside Down which is supposed to be even worse than Hawkins.

Harrington tells him he's living off canned food and microwave dinners and maybe it's the beer in his system or Billy's longing to finally cook something again.

Billy digs through Steve's fridge and finds a few veggies and a bit of rice. It's simple, but it's tasty.

Hawkins gets a bit more color and Steve gets even prettier. He comes over more often, drags Steve down to the supermarket and bullies him until his kitchen is always stocked. It's a great outlet. For his sadness, his anger, chopping it into tiny little pieces, throwing it into a pan. It sizzles and grows into his heart beating faster when he looks at Steve. His stomach is full of love after month of starving.

Steve kisses him when Billy has just put a lasagna in the oven and it starts to smell like juicy tomatoes and melted cheese.

Steve's kisses are a great appetizer. Billy wants to simmer in them.

#is anyone interested in steve x billy x argyle #i call it californiasandwich #calisandwich #i like the thought of argyle coming to hawkins and become part of their relationship #i like the thought of billy getting twice the love #harringrove #argyle #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #argilly #argyle x billy #billy cooking!! #cali bros

[claimedcrossbows]

Served! Sanji x Fem!Reader pt. 3 (Finale?)

Anime Spoilers/Foreshadowing

It took a while gathering all of the ingredients and of course teaching Sanji how to prepare the dish, but you were once again surprised with how fast he picked up on things, maybe even a little bit jealous, but of course you’d never tell him that.

“How did you learn these recipes?” He asked while mixing the soup until all of the ingredients were combined and ready to stew.

You sighed, “My grandmother owned this restaurant and happened to be one of those individuals that never quite trusted doctors you know? And after the passing of my mother all faith in doctors went out the window and she decided to make her own medicines, which through lots of trial and error actually turned out to do wonders. Next thing she knew sailors of all sorts were coming to the restaurant just for her healing recipes ,which of course made business boom.” You explained.

Sanji continued the soup but his focus was completely locked onto you as you talked.

“Eventually she started researching numerous other recipes that she heard whispers about from many people passing through and as I got older she eventually taught those recipes to me in hopes that I would not only become a great chef, but a great healer as well and of course always look out for my sister.” You explained.

Sanji gives you a warm smile, “Well you seem to be a great big sister, she couldn’t stop boasting about how amazing you were as she assisted me.” He revealed.

You smile at that, “I’m sure she thinks i’m a pain at times, but it’s all for her benefit, all we have is each other.” You say as a sad smile glosses over your lips.

You both fall into a silence as the aroma of the soup begins to fill the room in a way that immediately relaxes you, it reminds you so much of her.

“What about you, Why is a cook as good as you on a pirate ship?” You asked curiously.

He gently laughs, “It’s a long story, but to cut it short, I want to find the All Blue.” He says simply as he sets a timer for the soup and sits himself by you on the counter.

Your eyes widen at this, you had heard that name many times from your grandmother, you were convinced that if she hadn’t had to raise you and your sister, she probably would’ve set out to find it herself.

“You think it’s real?” You ask genuinely.

“It has to be.” He says.

“You sound like my grandmother, she always told me tales about a exotic sea filled with all sorts of sea life, weeds, plants..truly a cooks paradise.” You smiled remembering her enthusiasm.

“And i’m going to find it.” Sanji says sounding self assured, something you noticed he was quite often.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck..but I found it’s best not to get your hopes up on things, that will save you a lot of heartache.” You advised.

“Speaking from experience?” He questions gently not wanting to pry but ever so curious.

“My Grandmother tried her best to save my mother, in the end, nothing she did worked, and she couldn’t set out to sea to find the all blue, so not everyone dreams get fulfilled right?” You say.

“What’s your dream?” He asks his gaze lingering.

“Well right now it’s to get this soup done so your hungry captain can leave my restaurant.” You say bluntly.

Sanji laughs, “Fair, but really what is it?”

Your about to respond but your sister comes in hurriedly, “Y/N, another letters arrived, I think it’s from him again.” She says frowningly.

You sigh opening the letter giving it a quick scan before tearing it right down the middle.

“Everything okay?” Sanji questions.

You shrug, “It’s nothing, anyway this soup should be ready in a few hours i’m going to the study, make sure you give it a stir every once in a while.” You say lifting yourself off the counter and walking upstairs to your study leaving your sister and Sanji by themselves.

-

You sighed looking over numerous papers on your desk and you groaned clutching your head at the ever forming headache that was approaching.

A knock on your door once again snapped you out of your thoughts as you yelled for whoever it was to come in.

To your surprise you saw your little sister, “Y/n, thought I should tell you the soup is ready, Sanji wanted to know was there any particular way he should serve it to his friend?” She asks you.

“Add in a pinch of chili flakes, it’ll help that lady sweat out that fever.” You advise.

Your sister nods and goes to leave before stopping, “Was the letter from earlier him?” She asks hesistantly.

You look up at her and nod, “Yes, but not to worry it’s fine.” You say smoothily, even though your head ache was at full spin.

She observes your desk of papers and frowns, “Are those all bills..?” She hesistantly asks.

“And a sprinkle of shut off notices.” You mutter.

“Y/N, maybe I should reply back to him if it help-”

You slam a hand directly on the table, it’s sound reverbing and echoing though the walls, causing your sister to flinch back. “Absolutely not, I said I have this handled, besides with our new ranking in the papers by the critic i’m sure business will pick up again soon.” You explained.

“But this guy sounds very rich and I hear he’s sailing close by I mean would it hurt to at least hear what he says?” Your sister meakly asks.

You scoff, “Marigold, do you want to be a chef?” You ask her plainly and bluntly searching her taken aback face as you stand and approach her.

“You know I want nothing else-” ”Then act like it, and trust me when I say I have everything handled-”

“Yeah you keep saying that, but Y/N you can’t do everything by yourself-”

“I’m not,I have you don’t I?” You ask.

Your sister shoots you an unreadable blank stare her head facing down as she speaks lowly, “All i’m saying is maybe accepting this man’s proposal wouldn’t be such a bad thing..” She breathes.

You freeze at this, “Are you trying to become a bride?” You say baffled at your sisters sudden attitude, for as long as you could remember your sister did nothing but exclaim about being a chef like your Grandma, absolutely swearing off any type of boy that came her way, saying she had no time to be someone’s housewife, but now she was staring at you with the most crestfallen of faces, all passion deprived of those youthful and ambitious eyes that helped you get out of bed in the morning to face another day, because you wanted nothing more than to help her anyway you could.

“All i’m saying is maybe i’m not cut out to be a chef..I mean I did give you all food poisoning right?” She says her shifting to one of accusation and anger.

“How did you-”

“You weren’t gonna tell me were you?” She cuts you off.

“Marigold your young and you make mistakes-”

“Food posioning an entire staff and my own sister is not a mistake any chef worth knowing should make!” She bites back her voice shaky as tears slowly start to cascade down her face.

Your own anger immerges, “You are not running off to some strange rich man, and you are not quitting this restaurant.” Your tone trembly as you fiercely raised your voice.

She says nothing.

“Do I make myself clear?” You bite.

Nothing.

“I said, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” You bite again.

She nods.

“Good, now go tell Sanji what I told you.” You say brushing past her to open the door to usher her out, but once again your stunned to see someone already at the door.

“Sanji.” You breathe.

“Uh..I heard yelling so I came up..” He says looking at the two of you.

Between your angered expression and your sisters tear stained face, you could only imagine the sight the two of you were.

“Well..” You breathe trying to regain your composure, “Did you hear the part about the chili flakes?”

He says nothing, but nods looking worriedly between the two of you.

“Well good, get to it then, best to serve that soup while it’s still piping hot.” You say walking past him before any of them could utter a reply.

-

A few days later the energetic and very strange Straw Hat Crew was ready to make its departure as your soup had managed to help their friend Nami enough so that they could reach the drum kingdom for further medical assistance.

“THANK YOU SO MUCH CROCK POT LADY FOR SAVING NAMI!” Luffy yells engulfing you in a giant hug that nearly cracked your bones.

“Would you get off her!?” Sanji yells kicking him off of you.

He gets flown off you and you let out a big exhale happy to be able breathe again.

Sanji laughs lightly, “I apologize again for him.” He says softly.

You shake your head, “Eh, he’s kind of rubbed off on me, plus he’s eaten all the leftovers so we haven’t wasted any food.” You shrug.

“Yeah we definitely don’t have to worry about wasting food with Luffy around.”He agrees.

You laugh but smiles warmly, “Well I wish your friend the best of luck I hope she feels better.”

He returns the smile but you could see a certain unease on his face, “Thank you, really for everything, If there’s anything I can do to repay you in the future, if you need any help-”

“Have you been talking to my sister?” You sigh, “We don’t need any help, but thanks for the offer.” You say shutting him down completely.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it didn’t sound like everything was okay..” He says.

“Financial troubles go hand and hand with restaurants, i’m sure Zeff’s told you that, but thanks to you with this new great review of us in the paper, i’m sure business will pick up soon.”

He looks at you uncertainly but nods anyway, “Well madam, I wish you the best of luck as well someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t have to frown so much.” his tone sincere as he shoots you a playful wink.

“Alright Casanova.” You say rolling your eyes, “I think your captain’s waiting for you.” You say pointing to Luffy looking over at the both of you from the ship.

“SANJI we got to go!” Luffy yells.

“COMING!” Sanji yells back as he turns back to you.

“Well I guess this is farewell.” He says giving you another one of his shiny smiles that reminded you very much of early morning sunrises.

You nod but then remember, “Oh wait, I actually have a parting gift for you.” You say reaching into your rucksacks pocket.

“But you already saved Nami?” He asked confused.

“Yeah, but your going after the all blue right?” You ask.

He nods.

“Well take these with you.” You say handing him a bunch of books, he observes them and quickly realizes what they were, his heart rate picking up as he looks back up at you with a look that almost makes your heart skip a beat as well.

“Are these..?” He says in disbelief.

“My grandmothers healing recipes.” You answered.

He looks beyond bemused as he quickly shakes his head, “ Darling, I cannot possibly accept this, don’t you need them?” He asks.

You shake your head, “I have those in particular memorized by heart, so I figured you can use them on your journey to find the all blue with your friends, but I am going to want those back someday, preferably after you find the all blue and give me some of those rare ingredients.” You cheekily smile.

He’s speechless, “Well how will I find you?”

“Ah, that’s an easy one, here.” You say handing him a blank piece of paper.

“What is it?” He questions looking at it.

“A vivre card, my vivre card in particular so where ever you are in the world, if you wish to seek me out, it’ll point you to where I am.” You explain.

He gently tucks the card in with the recipe books and gently but firmly grasps both of your hands bringing them up to his lips in a gentle kiss that causes you to faintly blush.

“You sure you don’t specialize in desserts with how incredibly sweet you are?” He asks.

You scoff, “Get out of here love cook.”

He smiles mischievously but lets your hands go, “I’ll find it, and bring you back many ingredients, then we’ll cook a great feast together.” He affirms.

You nod feeling a bit mischievous yourself, knowing what you were about to say would get a rise out of the blonde, “Cool, it’s a date.” You say.

He stiffens so much that you swear he turned into a mannequin.

“SANJJIII COME ON!” Luffy yells his arms suddenly stretching from the ship all the way to Sanji, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him onto the already sailing ship.

You laugh as you hear Usopp exclaim, “He’s frozen!!”

“AHH SOMEBODY GET A BLOWTORCH!” Luffy yells.

“How about I Slice the shock out of him!” Zoro deviously says.

“NO!” Both Luffy and Usopp yell.

You shake your head laughing as watch their ship sail further and further not knowing when or if you’d ever see Sanji again, but you held your optimism as you waved them off.

Your suddenly thrown out of your thoughts by a sudden presence behind you, one you hated and have only recently come to fear.

“Did you get the letter?” A deep voice asks behind you.

You frown.

“Yes, and I tossed it in the trash where it belongs, you can’t have my sister.” You say determinedly.

A hearty laugh errupts behind you, “That’s fine, but you need my help don’t you?” He reminds. “I mean how else will you ever be able to keep this restaurant?” He asks.

Your frown only deepens.

“What do you suggest then?” You ask shakily a feeling of dread encapsulating you in a way you hadn’t experienced since your mother died.

“You take her place of course, become my bride.” The mans mischievious dark tone sends chills up your spine.

You shake your head, “Look, I already gave the chef my vivre card like you asked in the letter, why on earth do I have to marry you?!” You spit back.

“Because my dear, I have a good feeling that that Luffy kid is going to lead me directly to the One Piece, and when that time comes, I’m going to need all my bargaining chips, wait don't tell me you actually fell for that pervy cook? He questions sadistically.

“No.. I just don't wanna be a pawn in whatever game your playing.” You hiss.

“No my dear, you of all people should know, your worth so much more than that, you know with all that marijoise blood running through your veins.” He laughs.

You grit your teeth,”Do NOT mention those demons.” You say darkly.

“Okay okay, relax darling, just follow me and I promise you, your sister and restaurant will be in great hands.” He says triumphantly as his rough hand brushes your cheek.

“And why should I trust you?” You say shakily.

You watch as smile widens into one that very much resmebled a cheshire cat.

“Why?” He laughs darkly as a choir of laughs suddenly echo around you as the man’s pirate crew suddenly stands behind him tenfold.

Your heart races not have even sense them approaching.

Your eyes shift back onto him.

He pauses in laughing his face suddenly going completely stoic.

“Because I’m Blackbeard.”

-End?-

Oooh bet you didn't see that coming!! Hey guys so this is the final part of the Served mini story!! I hope you all enjoyed it!! So depending on how well this part does I might turn this into a series!! But I thought this would be a good place to leave it on for now.. ;)

#sanji x reader #one piece sanji #opla sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #one piece luffy #one piece netflix

[pick-a-poncho]

Bang Twins AU Headcanons

In a wild AU where Chan has an identical twin named Chris....

Chan was born first, Chris was born 3 minutes later.

It's followed them throughout their lives. Chan is punctual, Chris is always a little late to everything.

Every single physical part of them is exactly the same, even all their little moles and birthmarks.

The only difference is when they smile, Chan has two dimples, but Chris only has one, which is on the left.

Chris didn't want to be a pop idol, but he didn't want to be away from Chan, so he went through all the training and was planning to quit as soon as Chan got placed in a group. Once Stray Kids was formed, though, Chris stayed because he'd become friends with all the other boys.

Libras are supposed to be about balancing the scales, but it often feels like these twins are on opposite sides of those scales.

Chan is goofy, playful, extraverted, charming. Chris is more serious, quiet, introverted, blunt.

Chan's anger is quiet, controlled, and involves slamming things or throwing things while he stews. Chris's anger is loud, involves a lot of yelling, but never any sort of physicalness.

Chan's love languages are acts of service and physical touch. Chris's are words of affirmation and physical touch.

Are the twins cuddling on the couch again? Yes. Are they sleeping in the same bed again? Yes. Do these two ever move more than two feet apart? Not if they can help it.

Every time one of them has wanted to change hair color, the other picked the same hair color so they were always matching.

Whenever Chan went back to his natural color, though, Chris would go back to platinum blond.

Yes, Chris's hair is in just as sad a condition as Chan's is. Neither of them ever learned how to properly care for their hair.

Both twins have insomnia, depression, and ADHD. Chan's ADHD is a little bit worse. Chris's depression is a little bit worse.

If you're sick, Chan will make you soup and take care of you. Chris will be wearing a mask and disinfecting everything you touch while staying ten feet away from you.

Chan will power through a cold with medicine to minimize his symptoms (he's got shit to do!). Chris becomes a whining lump on the couch.

Some nsfw headcanons are under the cut. MDNI, obvs.

Chan is a top, Chris is a bottom.

Despite that, Chan is the one that gets shy when flirting and often feels like an idiot trying to act like he's got game.

Meanwhile, Chris sees who/what he wants and goes after it head-on. Boy got gaaaaame.

Chan: "Yes, sir, I'll have them home by eight."

Chris: "They call me 'Daddy,' too."

Regardless, both boys will spoil their lovers rotten both in and out of the bedroom. They're dedicated, adoring, loyal, affectionate, caring, kind, and good listeners.

Both twins prefer boxers.

Chan sleeps in the nude, Chris sleeps in his underwear.

Yes, it's partially because they often share a bed.

No, Chan will *not* put his underwear on. You came into *his* bed. Deal with it.

Chris smokes pot frequently. Most people can't tell.

Chan is overly sensitive to THC so when the insomnia is getting really bad, Chris will give him the tiniest piece of a gummi and watch over him as he sleeps.

#bang twins au #bang chan #stray kids #skz

[yelenasdiary]

Hey

Could you write a headcanon for Yelena taking care of sick reader?

Thank you 💞

Thank you for this idea! I hope you enjoy x

At first she's worried about you, maybe a little over worried. She rather gets sick so when you do she isn't all that sure what to do.

She googles your symptoms and suddenly becomes a doctor even though you keep telling her that it's just a head cold or the flu.

She basically raids the drug store of anything and everything that she thinks will help make you feel better.

She makes sure that you're drinking enough water and she'll make you honey & lemon tea.

She calls Melina and asks for a soup and/or stew recipe that she can cook in hopes it'll make you feel better and keep your energy up.

She'll make you a nice warm, relaxing bath every night before bed. Lighting candles that smell like eucalyptus to help you breathe better.

She isn't afraid to still cuddle you and give you forehead kisses even when you stress to her that you don't want her getting sick from you.

If you don't feel up to eating anything major, she'll make you some toast with either just butter or lightly spread with honey just so you're got something in your stomach.

If your body aches, she'll literally carry you from the bedroom to the sofa.

She takes care of any appointments you may have and calls work for you.

You make her watch any movie you want, even if she has no idea what's going on or isn't actually interest in the movie. She watches it because it makes you happy.

When you do start to feel better she gets a little sad because she loved taking care of you but she would also rather you be back to full health of course.

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[rickie-the-storyteller]

Meet the Writer Tag!

(Thank you so much to @mysticstarlightduck for tagging me! Sorry I took so long lol)

This is me!

(I don't normally wear this many accessories/jewellery lol. But I wish I did! I love it sm)

Three Fun Facts About Me:

I have never been in a relationship before. Ever. The only experience I have in that department is through other people's stories, not really my own. And by that, I mean that I'm used to watching my friends/people around me getting in and out of relationships, and listening to songs about romance and love and heartbreak... but not really relating to them due to not having any of those experiences myself (but it's alright, tho. It'll happen when it happens! In the meantime, I always have my made-up ships from my writing lol).

My favourite book growing up was "Matilda" by Roald Dahl. I thought Matilda was such a cool girl growing up lol. And lowkey relatable in a lot of ways. No, I wasn't a child genius. But she kind of fits into the archetype that I always found comfort in due to being that kind of person myself. Smart/intellectually curious, bookworm, introverted/independent, genuinely kind and has a heart in spite of being seen as cold by others (another example of this is Huey from Boondocks. Been rewatching some episodes of that show recently and wow... forgot how crazy it was lol. It's good, tho).

Christmas is my favourite holiday! 🎅❄️🎄I do get why some people may dislike it, I guess (like, my younger sister isn't a fan, and she's explained why... I get it. The over-commercialisation of it takes a lot of the "specialness" out of it, you know? Distracts from the actual meaning behind it and all. Plus, it can suck if you're just feeling sad and lonely during a time of celebration for everyone else. Aside from that, technically Easter is more significant if you look at it from the lens of which Christian holiday is most important). But I love the joyfulness and festiveness. Makes me feel all jolly and cosy inside. Plus, I love singing Christmas carols. And presents. And Christmas movies. I just love Christmas lol.

Favorite season:

Autumn. Or fall, as some others prefer to call it. That's when my birthday is!!

(Second place is summer because that's holiday season. Plus, that's when my sister's birthday is.)

Continent where I live:

I live in the UK, so Europe.

How I spend my (free) time:

Writing (duh)

Writeblr stuff (tag games, making OC playlists, answering questions, communicating with followers and having discussions with them about writing, etc)

YouTube (mainly watching videos... but I do want to start making videos myself at some point. Stay tuned for that, I guess)

Studying/school assignments (I'm in university)

Listening to music

Singing

Watching movies/TV shows

Reading

Eating lol

Are you published?

No. It'd be cool to be, though. Pretty sure I've mentioned this at least once before, but I want to self-publish the Stephanie Smith saga once I'm done with it.

Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert. 100% introvert lol. I feel most comfortable within myself when I'm by myself. As a kid, I was so painfully shy that the thought of going up to someone and asking a simple question would terrify me lol. As I got older, though, I was super duper lonely, and I realised that I had no real friends because I was keeping myself all closed off in a tight shell, so I'd literally force myself to open up and become more social and make friends with other kids. I practised it, like how you do with any skill. Now it's not so bad. I'd say I can carry a conversation with someone fairly well, even if I don't know them so well.

Favorite meal:

Ooooh.... this is hard. I love most foods lol.

I think I'll go with something a little bit more traditional. I'm Kenyan, and one of my favourite meals that I've grown up eating is chapatti and stew (any kind of stew, or soup. But my mum would usually make this stew with kidney beans. That was a big hit growing up). Haven't had it in almost a year, tho.

Aside from that, I love pizza. And Nandos.

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#writeblr #writers #not writing #tag games! #meet the writer

[spicywarl0ck]

happy friday!! how about "a family recipe" for fenhawke? :>

Thank you for this prompt for @dadrunkwriting <3 I had a lot of fun with it x3 It turned out to be something fluffy and silly Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke Rating: G Length: 591

“This doesn’t look right to me.” Fenris arched his eyebrow at the ominous-coloured dish Hawke was cooking up.

The mage had started the process hours ago, happily humming to himself as he cut and tossed ingredients into the pot. It was the first time he witnessed Hawke cooking by himself, and the longer he stared at the pot, the more he understood why.

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Hawke hummed, throwing a turnip into the stew. “I know what I’m doing.”

Fenris doubted that.

“What are you cooking up anyway? I can’t tell if it’s soup or a stew but… are you sure it’s supposed to look like that?” The elf added, pointing at the liquid that had just turned into a sickly yellow.

“I don’t know. It’s an old family recipe. I found it in a small chest in my mother's room.” 

Hawke bowed his head down, for a second, his eyes shining with emotion after he mentioned his mother. He remembered the night and the circumstances she passed vividly. They never talked about it more, and Fenris was thankful for it. He wouldn’t know what to say anyway.

“I never watched her make it. But I am certain it will be good.” Hawke’s expression remained a tad sad, but he swiftly brightened up. “Anyway, it won’t need much anymore. Do you want to help? Or would you rather make a sour face and comment on it?” he added in a tease, brightening up the mood again.

“I’d rather keep a safe distance, from whatever you brewing.” Fenris's lips twitched into a half smile.

“Someone has to be able to pull you out of the rubble swiftly if it explodes yes?” he added, suddenly feeling Hawke's warm and kinda calloused palm stretching over his cheek.

“I’m grateful that you’d pull me out. Before or after a remark?” The mage chuckled before he robbed Fenris of a chance to answer.

Hawke’s lips were soft when they pressed against his. Of course, they were roughened by the weather and their adventures, but the kisses were so soft. He didn’t care about anything but the mage’s lips brushing against his slowly and carefully.

His hands wrapped around Hawke’s neck, softly hooking and stroking the black hair on his back as he got pulled closer.

Their bodies were so close that they felt each other's heartbeats through their clothes, the constant bubbling of the nearby pot pushed into the background as they got lost in each other for just a minute.

Fenris could get used to the kisses, standing in the comforting warmth of their own home.

It was something unknown to him before, but by now it had become something he needed and wanted. Of course, a part of him was scared of what that entailed and equally scared of the unknown future. But it was also worth the risk as long as Hawke was there.

They only pulled away once they needed to breathe, suddenly aware of the sizzling and bubbling noise.

“Shit.” Hawke cursed as he pushed towards the slightly burned dish. “I’m sorry, that was my bad.” he sighed. “I guess I have to start again.” The man added as he poured the burned liquid away.

“Or, we could go to the Hanged man and ask for some decent food.” Fenris fell in, his eyes flying over the recipe as it lay on the counter. “Seems to me, that whatever you tried to cook up, wasn’t food but a potion of some sort.”

So, he had been right after all.

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #writing #prompt #fenhawke #dadrunkwriting #dragon age 2 #fenris #male Hawke #fluff #silly fluff #my writing

[dear-friends-12]

When you get sick. (Ninjago boys x reader HC)

Kai

You wouldn’t want to admit that you’re sick. Because you didn’t want Kai to worry. He already has so much on his plate. You didn’t want to become a burden. So,you didn’t tell him and shut yourself in your room.

At first he just thought that you were reading a new book. You were a book worm at times. But,then he realized that you didn’t go to the bookstore with Zane.

You heard a knock on your door and answered it. You had your blankets around you. “Y-Yes.” You said. “You look..” He was going to say terrible. But,you just started dating and he didn’t want you to get mad. Kai did have trouble keeping dates. You sneezed. He helped you back to bed and made sure that you were comfortable. He would also make sure that everyone was quiet especially Jay. You needed your rest. If you needed more pillows he would just give you his. Although you would protest. You told him that you didn’t want to be a burden. “I don’t want you to ever think that way. I want to help you. Because you’re very special to me.” Hearing him say this caused you to blush. You still didn’t want to take his pillow. He insisted. After all he wanted you to get better. So,he could see you smiling again.

Jay

Jay wouldn’t know what to do at first. He would have squirrel brain. Jay would look for pillows,medicine and movies all at once. You would get up and get the medicine yourself. “No. No. You’re resting. I’ll help.” He would say. “But,Jay you don’t know how to take care of me.” “Don’t worry! It can’t be that hard. Now get back to bed.” He would respond. Jay helped you into bed. “Let’s get you tucked in and all bundled up. My little buttons.” He said putting blankets around you. Jay would mentally cringe. He sounds like his parents and it was embarrassing. But,you let out a soft giggle.

Jay would do his best to make sure you were comfortable. He would leave for a minute and then come back with a ton of movies. “I got some of your favorites.” He would say. If you didn’t want to watch anything. Then he would surround you with books, magazines and comics. Anything for his love.

Jay left snd soon it grew quiet. You were getting worried. Did he leave? Did he have ninja training? Then you heard a big boom and the fire alarm went off. “Ah!” You yelled. “No! No! No!” You could hear him yell. You got up and went into the kitchen. Jay looked embarrassed. Cooking wasn’t his talent fixing things yes. But,cooking no. “I-I made your favorite dish. Surprise.” He blushed. It looked extremely burnt to the point that you didn’t recognize it. He thought that you would scold him. But,no. Instead you had a smile on your face. It’s the thought that counts. Jay offered to get takeout from anywhere you wanted. He even got your favorite dessert. Although it was kinda hard to eat. Because you were bundled up with a lot of blankets.

Cole

Upon hearing that you have a cold he immediately comes over. You looked so cute in your pjs and slippers. At the same time you looked miserable. “I got just the thing.” He said holding a large pot. Oh good he brought you soup or ramen. You would sit down as he heated it up in the microwave. Cole brought you the tv tray and put on your favorite movie. He would bring you more pillows if needed. “Here you are my sweet tart.” He said putting a bowl in front of you. You looked down,shrugged and ate some. It took a while to kick in. But,it was hot chili not stew! “Hot!” You cried. Cole got you a drink of cold water. “I’m so sorry baby. I thought I brought stew. I must’ve accidentally grabbed chili.” He apologized. You forgave him and told him that you got your sense of smell back.

Cole would then make sure that you were comfortable. You had at least three blankets on you. You really wanted to hug him. But,you didn’t want to get him sick. You had a sad expression on your face. Cole didn’t like to see you cry. “What’s wrong? Do you need more tissues? More comics? Let’s see I have enough money to buy you a new issue. I’ll be right back and…” “No. Don’t go. I want you to stay here. Just for a little while.” You sighed. “I can stay here for a little bit longer. But,I’ll have to leave in a few hours.” He said.

You were glad that he was here. But,you still wanted a hug. You didn’t like being sick. “I want hugs.” You whispered pouting. So,you grabbed one of the pillows and hugged it. You yawned and your eyes felt heavy. “That was a great movie. The writers could have done better with the ending.” Cole said thinking that you were awake. He fixed your blanket. You hugged your pillow. He kissed your head and left your living room. Someone had to make dinner for you.

Zane

Zane would have a list of your medicines and what time you need to take them. Only thing was that you wouldn’t take your cough medicine. “It’s gross.” You whined. You didn’t like being stuck in bed. “If you want to get better then take your medicine. Say Ah.” He would say holding out the spoon. Normally you wouldn’t listen. But,Zane is the best boyfriend you could ask for. Sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve him. You opened up then made a weird face. “There we are.” He gave you a pat on the head. You smiled loving the attention.

He would put on relaxing music for you. You couldn’t sleep because of the bell noise. You pouted. “I made soup for you.” Zane said giving you a bowl. You sat up and sighed. Zane was doing everything for you. If you needed more blankets he would get them. He was doing so much for you and you haven’t done anything for him. To be fair this relationship was still new. But,still Zane was so good towards you. You barely ate. “I put your favorite veggies in it.” He said. You looked down at the soup. It was true. This caused you to cry a little. Here you were acting like a diva. While Zane was doing everything to take care of you.

Zane would ask. “What’s wrong? What’s hurting?” “I don’t deserve you!” You would reply. “What makes you think that way?” “You’re too good to me. I’m acting like a spoiled child.” You sobbed. “No you’re not.” He responded. “But,you haven’t had time to train or do anything else.” “That’s not true. Aren’t we supposed to take care of each other? We are a couple now.” “Yeah…” You blushed. He gave you a hug. “Oh? The muffins are done. They’re your favorite.” Zane said. You really didn’t deserve him.

Lloyd

You wouldn’t tell him that you’re sick. When you didn’t show up to class or training. He got worried. You were always sitting in front of him or cheering him on. Did you get into some trouble? He finally stopped by your house. “Are you okay? I haven’t seen you all day.” He said. You put your blankets over your head. This caused the the blonde boy to pout. He really liked looking into your eyes. Were you mad at him? “(Y/n)? Please look at me.” Lloyd sighed. You could hear the worry in his voice. You pulled off the blanket. “I-I’m sick.” You said frowning. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t want to worry.” You sighed then coughed. “You’re worrying me by not telling.” He said.

Lloyd wanted a healthy relationship. Communication was very important to him. Sure he didn’t know much about love. But,he knew bits and pieces. “Next time please tell me. I was worried that something really bad happened.” “I will.” You replied. Lloyd wanted to make sure that you got rest. So,he made sure that you had plenty of blankets. “Thank you.” You said softly smiling. If you had a sore throat. He would make you the biggest ice cream sundae. It was so good you had a cute smile on your face. He then would put your favorite movie.

You were starting to feel better. Only Lloyd had to leave soon. He had to go back to the bounty. (Or if it’s movie Lloyd then it’s almost past curfew and his mom would get mad.) “Are you going to be okay?” He asked you. “Of course.” “Are you sure?” “Yes teddy bear.” You said. “Good and who told you that name?” He asked frowning. “Jay did. Why did he tease you?” You would say. “Of course it was Jay.” Lloyd said. Let’s just say he would teach Jay a lesson. His friends embarrassed him all the time in front of you. Also they told you embarrassing things about him.

#lloyd x reader #ninjago #cute #kai x reader #zane x reader #jay x reader #cole x reader #fluff

[outofangband]

Yet another Morwen and Aerin ficlet

cw abuse in the background

This is a very sad, tired Aerin here but she does get a blanket and some soup at least

I enjoy writing these obsessively and they’re important in two of my longer stories but I know they can probably be a bit repetitive so I apologize for that

Also I know this one is pretty bleak but I should note it takes place in one of said longer fics and so things will get worse and then somewhat better

my next fic will be Maedhros and Angband :)

Night has fallen by the time she is at the door. It is colder than ever, a clear, aching cold that it is far too easy to become numb to. Her gloves are for riding and not warmth and her fingers are aching as she dismounts from the borrowed horse. He was not stolen, Aerin thought, because she would be returning him to the stables as soon as she returned. The poor lad who had been assigned them had collapsed from exhaustion and had been asleep at the small table where she used to clean her own tack. 

The bruise on her face is clear against pale skin when she walks over the threshold, shoulders slumped and eyes down. She had hoped to be able to hide it though she could not have said why. Morwen closes and locks the door quickly, leading Aerin to the only comfortable chair, putting a warm mug into her hands. Perhaps she had already had the soup made or perhaps there was a period of waiting for the fire to ready that Aerin was not aware of.

“You should not,” Aerin mutters, looking down at the contents though her stomach twists with hunger. It is a rich smell. Meat stew of some kind.

“We were lucky,” says Morwen shortly, “The snares Sador and I set were unsuccessful but for one. Not a surprise in this cold” She gestures to the pot over the fire, “One large rabbit. I dried most of it but there was enough for one pot with fresh meat.”

“You should not give your food to me,” Aerin says again. The mug is comfortably warm in her hands. Morwen has put her own cloak over Aerin’s shoulders. There are a few more patches on it than the last winter when Aerin had last borrowed it under such drastically different circumstances. 

“I recall telling you the same not one month prior,” says Morwen, “But you are cold and this is all the warmth I can offer.” She has dried herbs for teas but these are sparse and strictly medicinal. She has already given Aerin small pouches of one mixture in particular.

Aerin knows she must look pitiful if the other woman has not even offered reprimand for coming despite the cold she has risked in addition to the usual dangers.

She doesn’t have the strength to argue more. The stew is too warm to eat but she takes a few sips anyways. It burns her tongue and she can pretend it is only that which brings tears to her eyes.

Morwen sits beside her watching as Aerin sweeps her hair off of her face. Her fingers go briefly to the vivid bruise in the process.

“When did this happen?” She so rarely asks. Why would she need to? 

“Eve before last. No reason, really,” Aerin shrugs and then shudders, “I was just there.”

The memory strikes her as quickly and harshly as the actual act of violence had been. She was lucky, she thinks, that it had not been worse.

When she looks up she sees Morwen’s eyes flash. It is a dangerous look and for all that it may be useless, Aerin enjoys the warmth of her protective anger.

“Would that I could make it so he will never lay hand to you again,” Morwen says quietly. For the briefest of moments Aerin lets herself see the woman Brodda so fears, standing before her, proud and fierce and not almost as exhausted as she is.

“I know you would,” Aerin says and she means it, her voice sounding more her own for the first time in days. Morwen’s returned expression is inscrutable as ever. Aerin feels it searching her. And then her exhaustion becomes more evident again.

“It matters not,” Morwen says finally, “Even if I had the means of intervention I could not put you at further risk.”

“Of course it matters!” Aerin says more loudly than she means to, “It matters to me deeply.” She reaches for Morwen’s hand again, brings it to the side of her face that is not bruised. Morwen lets her, resting three calloused fingers on her cheek. The concern on her face is clearer than Aerin has ever seen it before. She holds her hand there for as long as she can. Morwen lets her. 

(She will sleep later. she really, really needs a nap. Honestly they both do. But Aerin will sleep for a few hours or so with her head on Morwen’s shoulder)

#the silmarillion #morwen #the children of húrin #aerin #cw abuse #sanctuary #cut your hand as willingly

[fuddieduddies-art]

🐷 💘 💛 🖤 🍝 🧐😞 🤔🍛 🎶 🩹 FOR TONY AND HILDEGARD

omg hiiii bestie. once more let's get some read more action cause this is a lot lol.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

hildegard. again, certified bug liker. probably weird stuff specifically like spiders, centipedes, anything with like weird long ass legs and million eyes and pincers. tony will see a falcon and be like wooahh sick The Maltese Falcon (1941) reference.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

hildegard. the fact i do not have a immediate answer makes me so sad. probably some people at the circus who they still write to on their travels. it will become tristen god willing. tony. steph one million heart emojis and zivah :) and also dire, yes, but he would never say that to his face lol.

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

hildegard. they speak common and elvish :] tony. english, some italian. fluent in talking shit.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

hildegard. somehow she hasn't lmao. definitely has caused a few accidents with their powers that have gotten people hurt, but nothing that serious. they don't strike me as a heartbreaker tho tony. iman you know this. yeah like a handful. whoops lmao. broke steph's heart with The Incident.

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

hildegard. stews and soup and meat pies and whatnot. tony. i bet his mom makes really banging risotto and It's That.

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

hildegard. more logical in a way people find maybe a little cold or uncomfortably clinical. tony. ohhh he is so emotional honestly he needs to chillax.

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

hildegard. tragically their weird and off-putting swag is too much for most, and they tend to be left alone. creatures don't mind, though. monsters don't mind. tony. everyone either wants to climb him like a tree or is immediately intimidated by him. so like jury's out. until the time of the campaign he's been very reluctant to make any sort of deeper connections with people. because of the curse.

🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner

hildegard. since he travels around a lot, he tends to eat stuff that can last longer and that's easy to have on the road. bread, cheeses, dried meats and fruits. tony. well. he has a notable and unfortunate dietary requirement, so generally speaking he just kind of does a Snake Meal of human flesh and whatever he has on hand, either leftovers or takeout or something he makes himself, and that keeps him going for about a week. girl dinner.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

hildegard. god what music do they have in dnd. spooky music from the sims 4. i think they'd like stuff that's pretty upbeat and intense, and songs that have a story. tony. dad rock and jazz. perhaps he peeps some more musical theatre bc of zivah. he likes to have something on in the background pretty often.

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

all of my characters are autistic even if they're neurotypical because they are made and played by me. hope this helps.

#ocs #dnd #castles forlon #motw #hildegard perot #tony bancarella #ask game #arkcore #sorry for answering one million of these. jk no im not.

[plisuu]

10 People you want to know more about!

Thanks to @tea42 for the tag :)

Tagging: @hawkeshep | @grimelven | @mclavellan | @thewastelandwriter | @thedastrash | @imperatrixvini | @illusivesoul | @glowing-blue-feathermage | @morganlefaye79 | @barbex | And anyone else, really :) No pressure though!

Favorite color: Green. Deep, rich, dark hunter green. And lavender!

Favorite food: All of them? Is a Taco Bell Crunchwrap Supreme an acceptable answer?

Song stuck in your head: You Are My Sunshine - The Dead South Cover, and also always anything by Stromae. Or System of a Down. I love a lot of music!

Last thing you googled: Synonyms for “resentment.” Gotta get this fic written somehow lol

Time: Do you have the time, to listen to me whine? Uhh, 3pm PST.

Dream Trip: I would like to go lay in a deep redwood forest and become a pile of damp moss. Sans mosquitoes, of course. I’m not a big traveler but I do love national parks, I’d like to see them all!

Last book you read: The Princess Bride by William Goldman. I read it for a Children’s Literature class I’m in!

Last book you enjoyed reading: Well, let’s put it this way. I don’t like books, I love books. If I don’t love it, I don’t swallow finish it. But my favorite book as of late has been Coraline by Neil Gaiman. 

Last book you hated reading: Hm. The last thing I can recall hating that wasn’t an academic writing has got to be the Cassandra Claire Mortal Instruments series. I had to stop halfway through, I just couldn’t do it!

Favorite thing to cook/bake: I love baking soda bread and beer breads because I hate yeast. I make a killer green apple/leek/fennel soup in the winter too. Sign me up for stews, please don’t ask me to make chicken in any form unless you like eating Styrofoam. 

Favorite craft to do in your spare time: Craft? I like to hardscape terrariums and build keyboards, do those count? My friends joke that my hobby is collecting hobbies, and I have adult money now which means I have an office full of any craft supplies you could imagine. 

Most niche dislike: Thin socks. Why even bother at that point? What do they do for you??? If your shoes need thin socks you need better shoes or just wear sandals! A close second would have to be those glass water bottles. Useless! I just break them!

Opinion on circuses now and in history: I’ve never been to a circus in my life and everything I know about them comes from the classic Disney film Dumbo, so without googling them I have to say they seem sad and kinda messed up. 

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: I’d I rank approximately 3/10 on the sense of direction scale, but I am a meticulous planner so I’ve managed to not get lost ever by not going places I don’t plan for. (Though I walked circles for 20 minutes in a shopping mall once because I swore I knew where a store was... Turns out they had closed months before. Whoops.)

#tag meme #hums 'getting to know you' from the king and i #i love these

[wellthatwasaletdown]

“Like imagine the ego you'd have to have to even do that and be not at all concerned the other person might not be into it”. When you see women as walking vaginas who are there for your personal use, there’s no need to ask their permission or even get their names because they’re supposed to be grateful that the mighty Harry Styles paid them any attention. Harries will tell you that it’s an honor for women everywhere to be surprise attacked and have Harry’s mushroom flavored tongue stuck down their throats whilst he practices his wrestling maneuvers, the less sexy precursor to his signature seduction move of choking women with sea views.

I mean look at Olivia, who’s been a Harrie since Harry was 16. Breathing in his shroom breath and the addition of their new bedtime routine where she covers her sideboobs in cocaine so he can imagine the mysterious other woman he was singing about whilst fucking Olivia as he serenades her with Cherry - that keeps her hanging on, like her life in the spotlight depends on it. Their sleazy times are followed up with aftercare as they lovingly apply True Botanicals performative anti-mysoginy ebola oil and Pleasing’s face acid for woke queerbaiters and remorseless cheaters to each other’s botoxed foreheads. They end their days in broad daylight, watching stars in the middle of some park as she and her best friend reminisce about that time people got mad that she fucked her employee and blew up her family for him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Rob Sheffield’s stewing in jealousy because his favorite fungus is mushroom. He can only dream of tasting the nectar that is Harry’s tongue when he eats his daily servings of Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup. He has to be satisfied with the secondary high from all the ass licking he does. Please don’t feel sad for a middle aged man fanboying over an aging pop star who’s quickly losing his looks. Rob Sheffield goes to bed at night, feeling blameless for his cringy “articles” and tweets that give off fan club president vibes. He’s reliving his glory days from when the Beatles were still together and he was last relevant. When he goes to bed at night he has sweet sweet dreams of wearing Harry’s skin and someday becoming Mr. Robrry Stylefield. Lastly, if I may borrow a word to describe Hottest Olivia from 15 years ago and also Harry Styles masterful lyricism, isn’t it amazing that no one has asked these women if they were ok with what the Consent King did to them. Is consent automatically implied just because he’s a famous person? Why are people romanticizing and excusing Harry ignoring personal boundaries?

#submission #harry styles #olivia wilde

[gimblegamble]

There's something about hands...

#gim's stuff #gim's drawy bits #ya babes know the drill by now #the sadness soup has become a sadness stew #and it manifests in a lot of strange ways #hermitship #hermitshipping #mumdoc #with apologies to Doc #who seems to be the muse for this time #but anyways #there's something about hands #and how intimate they are in certain circumstances #fighting is hard huh

[mommymooze]

Can You See What is Growing Before Your Eyes?

seteth & Flayn, Reader & Flayn, Seteth X Reader

Sitting on the fishing dock as the sunset blazes across the skies, it is quiet and peaceful in the monastery. You can almost imagine there is not a war going on, that the Imperial army isn’t marching towards your location to attack you and your friends who have arrived for the Millennium festival. Your thoughts are peaceful as you observe the rose and orange colored skies reflected in the pond Your bobber floats motionless on the calm waters.

“Are the fish biting?” Flayn calls from the far side of the water.

Just as she speaks your bobber begins to twitch. You hold up a finger with one hand as you grasp your pole more firmly in the other. Watching, waiting, suddenly the red and white float goes under, you jerk the line, hooking the fish. It is a short battle, the bullhead gives up quickly.

“It’s about average.” You answer as you look over your basket. “I have 15 fish, so after a few more I will bring them to the kitchens.”

“How are you able to catch such an abundant amount? My brother and I would be here for half a day or more and still not catch that quantity.” Flayn chides, her hands on her hips.

“If I had any fishing secrets, I would not hesitate to share them with you and Seteth.” You smile.

“Perhaps I shall watch you and learn of your mysterious technique.” Flayn decides, sitting on an empty crate nearby.

Retrieving and rebaiting your hook, you toss it back into the water, causing ripples to spread across the pond. You sit, still as a statue. Out of the corner of your eye you watch Flayn switch the position of her legs, then look around, fix her hair, and otherwise appear bored. You have not moved, except to shoo a bug from getting close to your eye. Even that movement was performed slowly and silently.

The bobber twitches in the water, moves left, stops briefly and heads right. It becomes halfway submerged, only to pop back up again immediately. You do not move. It begins moving away from your position. Just as it submerges you yank the line and are fighting the hooked fish. The fish jumps, trying to get away, however you keep steady with your pull on the line, hauling it closer to the dock.

“A golden fish!” Flayn excitedly laughs.

Hauling your catch close to the dock, you grab the fish by its jaw, remove the hook and secure it in your bucket.

“That one will pay for the accompaniments to an excellent fish stew!” You announce, beginning to pack up your fishing equipment.

“I did not see anything special about your technique. You used a worm and I saw no special powder or magic cast upon it. Strange.” Flayne ponders.

“First, you must learn to be one with the water. If it is still, you must be still. If it moves, you can move. The fish will be disturbed by your wiggling, especially on the dock.” You share your wisdom with the lovely young lady.

“I will have to tell my brother of this discovery, and that we will be having a fine fish stew this evening. Thank you!”

Selling your fish in the market, you take the rest to the kitchens. The cooks are thrilled to be able to provide a hearty and protein filled meal to the masses, there will be enough to go around. More and more people are arriving at the monastery to assist with the war efforts.

After returning your belongings to your quarters you head to the Cathedral to give prayers of thanks. Thanks for the food today, for so many willing to help defend the church, for the return of so many students and for the return of Professor Byleth. Now that they are back, hopefully they can lead the church and Blue Lions to victory. Your mind falters at that, observing the wounded and broken man that Dimitri has become. You watch as the Professor approaches him, trying to speak to him, trying to get him to eat. The conversation is one sided. Dimitri says nothing. Your eyes go wide as he leaps at the Professor and throws them against a stone column, then returns to his place at the crumbled goddess statue.

Without thinking you run to Byleth’s side. You are well within Dimitri’s range, but your focus is Byleth. Their head is bleeding, and they are moaning. Quickly you heal the head wound. It is not deep, however there is a lot of blood. You struggle to drag them further from Dimitri to a safer part of the Cathedral.

“Professor, can you hear me? Please?” You whisper to them, your voice shaking. They’ve just returned from being gone for five years, it would be horrible to lose them again so soon.

The professor shakes their head. “I am okay. He caught me off guard.” They answer as you help them to their feet.

“Can I take you to the infirmary? Do you have pain elsewhere?” You anxiously ask as they lean on you slightly while you hold their arm, walking to the pews.

“I am alright.” They nod. “My head was hit. I may have a bruise or two, nothing that will not be fine by tomorrow.”

“If you are sure. There is no need to suffer with pain if we can help.” You smile.

Professor Byleth heads back to the bridge leaving the Cathedral, refusing your offer to accompany them. You remain, offering further prayers for Byleth’s health and healing for Dimitri.

You return to the infirmary, your home away from home. Manuela is no longer here, she sided with the Empire. Being thrust into the position of one of the main healers, you remain out of battle, dealing with the injured soldiers. Before the war you worked your shifts in the infirmary, Manuela handled the serious cases.

When the war started, everyone fled the monastery. You packed more books on healing and treatments than you did clothes. Seteth encouraged you to lead the healers for the Knights of Seiros. Every place you travel, you consult with other healers in the area, trying to increase your knowledge as well as theirs. You hope you are adequately filling the shoes he sets forth.

At the infirmary desk you pull out the file for Byleth and make a note regarding todays treatment. When the Knights of Seiros returned to the monastery, you were happy to find many of the medical notes still here. Thieves must not have a use for them. All potions, salves, bandages, and lotions were gone. You have been working with several other clerics building up your inventory.

A sudden knocking brings your attention to the door of the infirmary.

“Greetings. I see you have no patients today, I hope everything is well.“ Seteth bows.

You look up at the handsome man in the doorway. “Good afternoon, Seteth. Byleth was injured by Dimitri earlier. If you see them, make certain they are not hiding any injuries I was unable to find.”

Seteth nods, “I understand your concerns. There are many that take care and have themselves treated properly. Then there are others, I understand your concerns.” He smiles, “Flayn said you were fishing earlier.”

“Yes. I am not a hunter, however I do want to do my part to keep the food stores filled. An army marches on its stomach.” You answer as you file papers in the cabinet.

“Flayn advises you are considerably successful at fishing. Perhaps I can join you and observe your techniques.” Seteth smiles, it makes him even more handsome.

“I am no master fisherman. Flayn simply is not patient, she can’t hold still.” You laugh. “I have seen you fishing with Alois. You would be more successful if he was not there, he is rather boisterous.”

“True. I suppose I like to fish because it is relaxing. These are stressful times. I do hope you are taking care of yourself too.” Seteth answers, a bit of authority creeping back into his voice.

“Noted, sir.” You nod, then begin to unpack dressings and filling the cabinets.

“I am asking you to take care of yourself as a friend. We have worked together for these many years. I’ve seen you exhaust yourself taking care of the knights.”

“War is not conducive to sleep. I will sleep when the war is over.” You chuckle. “Besides, when I finally do leave to find rest, I notice there is still candlelight coming through the windows of your office. Perhaps you should lead by example, my friend.”

“Touche!” He chortles. “I will put in further effort.” Seteth nods, returning to his office.

You treat minor cuts and bruises the remainder of the afternoon. Flayn stops by and asks you to join her for dinner. After all, you were the one that provided the ingredients for this evening’s meal. You promise to meet her after restocking the supplies.

In the dining hall you take your bowl of fish soup and look for Flayn. She is sitting next to her brother and waving for you to join them. You take a seat opposite them. She is easily excited.

“I am so happy that you are able to join us.” Flayn smiles.

“It is important to keep your body healthy and nourished.” You nod and smile softly at Seteth. You are happy to see him in the dining hall. He has had too many meals in his office, overworking himself.

“Yes. An army runs on its stomach, and it is important for everyone to eat properly, especially those that support the army.” Seteth tells Flayn, encouraging her to eat.

“Does that mean I can have seconds, brother?” She asks, sucking in her cheeks a bit to appear more undernourished.

“Only after everyone else has had a portion.” He waves his spoon around the room at the other diners.

Flayn pouts.

Observing her sad face, you have an idea. “If you would like, we can fish tomorrow early in the morning and hopefully catch more for a fine fish dinner.” You pat her hand that is resting on the table.

Flayn’s face now wears a huge smile. “Really? I am excited! You can teach me more fishing techniques. Oh brother! Maybe you can join us?” Both of you look at him, a hopeful smile on your faces.

Seteth’s brow furrows. “I will have to check my schedule. I will see if I can make the time.”

The next morning you get up at dawn to head to the woods, digging up earthworms and grubs for bait. The ground is still moist from the rains and the worms are close to the surface. You have plenty for everyone, including Byleth, who you share bait with frequently. They buy bait from the merchants when they are out, and every coin is needed for the war.

The day is slightly windy, causing the water to dance on the pond. The sunlight sparkles on the surface as the sun rises higher in the sky. Flayn joins you. Instructing her on proper baiting of the hook you remind her to sit as still as possible. You sit far enough apart to softly talk, yet not interfere with each other’s quest for fish.

Flayn has been listening attentively, her basket of fish is proof of her improvement. She brings a fish to you that has swallowed the hook and you show her how to use a tool you’ve made that will help loosen it. Instructing how to slide her hand down the fish so she will not be pricked by the fins, then use the tool to release the hook. Suddenly a shadow is blocking the sunlight over your shoulder.

“Good morning, brother. We are having a marvelous time fishing!” Flayne giggles.

“I can see that. You both have a surprisingly large catch. Perhaps there are many secrets you can pass along to us.” He smiles at you. That is a very handsome look on his face.

“I would be happy to help.” You smile as Flayn puts her fish in her basket and baits her hook for the next catch. “I have a nice collection of worms today, help yourself.” You point to the can.

“Hmm.” Seteth frowns. “Would you mind giving me pointers on how to set the bait? My wife usually baited the hooks. I can manage with some things, but worms are tricky.”

“I understand. My father would set my bait when I was little. I was afraid of the wiggly bugs and worms. Though he is gone, I will pass along his techniques. It is a good way of remembering him.” You take a worm and quietly show him how to set the worm on the hook, leaving the end close to the barb of the hook to wiggle.

“I always make sure the barb is just through the end there, touching it but not piercing your finger. There. You’re ready to go.” You smile as you let loose the hook and it dangles and spins in the air.

“Appreciated.” Seteth smiles. The relaxed look on his face is a sight to behold.

You cast your line into the water and wait. Flayn is to your right trying very hard to be still. Seteth is to your left, taking a seat on a crate after casting his line in the water. Flayn’s bobber starts to wiggle. You hear her stifle a noise, trying to remain quiet. Suddenly her bobber goes under, she pulls her pole back.

“I have one. Oh, it feels heavy!” Flayn excitedly giggles as she works to haul the fish to land.

You lean to the edge of the pond, grabbing the fish as soon as she has it out of the water. “That certainly is a large fish. I think that fills your basket this morning!” You laugh.

She puts her fish away and gives you a huge hug. “You have taught me so well. I’m going to take these to the kitchen right away. I feel like a successful fisherwoman!” she grins.

“You are an excellent student. What an amazing haul!” You laugh, watching her struggle with her heavy container of fish.

Seteth now gasps as he hooks a fish. You grab the fish by the side of the mouth when he gets it to shore.

“Oh my, it’s swallowed your hook. That’s the fourth time today. They must be really hungry to gobble them down so quickly.” You mutter, heading to your tackle box to grab your tool to remove the hook.

“You can retrieve the hook? I usually have to cut the line and tie on a new one.” Seteth is happily surprised.

You call him closer as you follow the line into the fish’s mouth. You hand him the tool and instruct him as he uses it to free the hook. He stands much closer to you than he normally does. He smells like myrrh, cinnamon, and ginger.

“That was certainly educational today.” Seteth smiles. “Thank you for your instruction.”

“Any time.” You smile softly. “The company was very enjoyable.”

A week later Seteth invites you for tea in his office. Checking the calendar, you note that next week everyone will leave for battle, so he must want to review final plans. You arrive at his door at the exact appointed time, holding several folders of paperwork that he may find useful to allay his concerns.

Seteth invites you inside and gestures to the table by the windows that is set for tea.

His desk is piled high with folders, stacks of letters to be sealed, parchment and inkwells randomly scattered amongst his work. Mounds of opened letters fill the box on one corner of the desk while multiple completed replies occupy a box on the other side.

“Is that paperwork for me?” He appears to be surprised at the bundle in your hands.

“I thought you may want to discuss the inventories and preparations being made for our upcoming march.” You respond shyly. The last thing you want to do is provide more work for him.

Seteth takes the folders from you and places them on a nearby table. “Actually, I have the greatest trust in you and would only speak to you about it if you need my guidance. Please, take a seat and join me for tea.” He gestures to the table and chairs by the window.

Taking your seat, you pull the cloth napkin to your lap. You feel a bit nervous. He has only asked you to his office to discuss matters of the church or war. This is your first purely social visit.

Seteth pours the tea, handing you tongs to take a sweet treat from the basket.

“Apologies, I do not know your favorite tea. I hope you do not mind Four Spice Blend.” He smiles softly as he takes his seat, making certain his chair is at a proper gentlemanly distance from you.

“I drink Four Spice in the cooler weather, the flavor seems to warm me from within.” You return the smile. This must be the excitement the students feel when Professor Byleth invites them to tea.

“I am glad you enjoy it.” Seteth hums. “I have been having conversations with Felix lately about the importance of friends in our lives. I then realized that I have been negligent myself in not taking time to visit with my friends.”

“I am delighted to call you my friend, of course. We have worked together for these many years, but we have not made proper time to simply chat.”

“I am making an effort to correct that mistake, starting today.” Seteth nods and takes a sip of tea. “Do tell me about yourself, what books you like to read, what are your hobbies?”

You chat back and forth until the tea has grown exceedingly cold, exchanging tidbits of knowledge into who each of you are as a person. You speak of the books you’ve read recently and share impressions you have on your allies.

“This has been simply fascinating. A fantastic break from work. I feel very refreshed,” Seteth smiles. “I have learned quite a bit about you and your many talents.”

“I feel the same! I have learned so much about you as well. Thank you for inviting me to a very lovely tea.” You stand and reach for your paperwork.

“Perhaps we can make it a weekly occurrence, to make certain we have the time to check on each other,” He offers.

“Fantastic. I would enjoy it immensely.” You are beaming with happiness as you head out the door. Your heart skips a beat as you head down the hallway. You don’t mind that there are a few patients impatiently waiting inside the infirmary.

It is a few weeks before you can have another quiet tea together. Travel and battle do not allow for much time to socialize. Your hands are full setting up the infirmary tents, organizing the clerics, making certain the army has well stocked bandages and potions for the fighters.

Flayn is going to be on the field for the battle and you worry over her as she finishes attaching the last pieces of her armor. She comes to speak with you frequently, discussing a few adult matters that she is not confident with confiding in her brother.

“Watch out for arrows, if you are hurt, fly straight to the infirmary. Your brother would never forgive me if I cannot get you back into perfect health as soon as possible.” You kiss her on the forehead and send her off to her wyvern. You have become quite close friends and say a silent prayer for her safety. She reminds you of your younger siblings that you raised when your mother passed away.

Now you are standing at the edge of camp, watching what little you can see of the battle. Seteth and Flayn are flying close together on their wyverns, protecting each other. You send a quick prayer for their safety as you head back into the infirmary tent, injured fighters are already arriving.

Wrapping a bandage to a soldiers arm you’ve completed stitching and healing, you hear a wyvern’s roar outside the tent. Running to the front of the tent, Flayn is guiding her brother’s wyvern to the ground next to hers. Seteth is nearly unconscious as you hurry to lift him from the saddle. You have no idea where your strength comes from as you carry him into the infirmary and place him on an examination table. You’ve carried unconscious soldiers before, but Seteth is very solidly built.

Flayn dashes in behind you, filling you in on what happened. “He was hit by a lightning bolt. His wyvern was hit as well, but it dealt with the hit better than he did. I think it was because of the arrows he had taken prior that had weakened him.”

“Help me get his robes off.” You quickly instruct her.

She helps remove his robes and armor as you strip him to his undershirt and trousers. His pants are ruined by two arrows, you cut them off just above the arrow in his thigh and around the other in his calf. Neither of the projectiles are close to arteries, however the one in his thigh is very deep into the muscle. It seems to take forever to remove the arrowhead from leg. You had to cut tissue and pull his flesh out of the way. Finally, you work faith magic deep into the torn tissues, encouraging the flesh to bind back together.

Flayn works on his shoulder where the burns from the lightning strike entered his body. Luckily it traveled down his arm and exited close to his hand. You heal what you can of the burns for now, they will need further attention later.

Two strong soldiers help lift Seteth onto a stretcher, moving him to his tent. Gently you guide him on to his bed with Flayn’s assistance and she stays to watch over him. Before you leave, you examine her for any injuries, healing even the smaller cuts, knowing her brother would not be pleased to waken and see she was not treated.

Returning to the infirmary you triage the incoming soldiers. The new casualties begin to dwindle and those that are well enough leave for dinner. You make certain those that can eat do so. You then proceed to check on Seteth.

Standing at the entrance on the tent you announce yourself. Flayn beckons you to come in. Flayn is sitting in a chair, knitting a sock as she quietly sits by his side.

“I am so happy that you taught me how to knit. It is keeping my hands and mind busy so I do not hover over him so much. He has been sleeping peacefully since he was brought here.” Flayn updates you.

Leaning over the cot that Seteth is silently sleeping on, you check his vitals then his wounds to make certain he has not bled through the bandages. You’ve noticed his and Flayn’s heartrate are not the same as others. There are a few things you have seen over the years that sets them apart from the others. You keep these things to yourself, honoring their privacy.

Looking over at Flayn you smile reassuringly. “Would you like to go visit with your friends a bit? Promise me you will stay right in the middle of camp. No going off anywhere or your brother will have my head. I’m sure you want to check on them as well. When the sound the night bell, be back here very quickly. “

She gasps with excitement, “Yes! Thank you so much.” She hurriedly packs away her knitting and runs from the tent.

Remaining by Seteth’s side, you heal the electrical burns to his shoulder and hand. Exhausted, you doze lightly in the chair with a blanket over your legs and your hand resting on his chest. If he makes the slightest movement your eyes are wide open and you observe him for any discomfort.

Flayn returns a few hours later, tired and happy that she could visit with everyone. She kisses Seteth on the head and tells you good night just as he wakens.

Opening his eyes, his first sight is her. “Flayn!” He gasps. “You are alright.” His eyes close and he visibly relaxes for a moment.

“She is fine. A few minor scratches. Absolutely nothing compared to your injuries.” You pat your hand on his chest.

Seteth moves, attempting to sit up. He shifts his legs then grimaces with pain. With you pushing him back into his cot, he finally settles back into a prone position.

“You were hit by two arrows and then lightning. How you managed to keep perched on your wyvern is a miracle. Flayn brought you back. The battle is long over, you need to rest.” You answer his questions before he can ask them.

“I am happy to see you are recovering. Good night, brother.” Flayn calls as she heads out into the night air to her tent.

“Please tell me if you have any pain. I will help you sit up to have something to drink after I heal you further. I can get you anything you need, food, water, just name it.”

“I feel extremely fatigued, like every muscle in my body has been worked to exhaustion,” he quietly answers. “I only felt pain when I tried to move my leg. You have done a wonderful job, thank you.”

“You are a good patient. Let me change the bandages on your leg and then sit you up to have a drink. You should sleep and let the healing take full hold.” Taking your basket of fresh bandages and healing salves you move to the other side of his cot and begin unwrapping his wounds. Cleansing and applying further deep healing to his leg, you wrap it with fresh, clean dressings.

Taking a waterskin in hand, you help him sit up enough to drink nearly two cups of water. You take a handkerchief to dab his lips.

“There was a significant amount of blood loss. Drinking plenty of fluids will help you replenish them. I’ll make sure you eat a high amount of protein tomorrow for breakfast.”

“Thank you,” Seteth whispers as he lies back and closes his eyes. You pat his chest and he takes your hand in his. You are relieved that he is too tired to notice a slight blush on your cheeks.

Seteth awakens in the morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. You carefully help him to sit up.

“Flayn is in the infirmary tent, helping with those she can.” You begin. “They are tearing down camp and we will be headed back to the monastery soon. Do you need me to help you get a change of clothes? You will need new pants, I had to cut the others to get to your injuries. I can send someone to assist you if you prefer.”

“Let me see if I can stand, perhaps I can manage on my own.” Seteth slowly sits himself up and swings his legs off the cot. You reach outside the tent, then turn around and hand him a training lance.

“This should help you keep steady on your feet for now.“ You say while hovering over him as he takes a few cautious steps to the chair next to the table. Once he is seated you make certain he has fresh water to go with his food.

Back at the monastery you currently have four patients in the infirmary. Riding in the back of a wagon did not help their conditions much and it takes considerable time to heal and stabilize them until you feel that they are settled and without pain.

Flayn appears in front of your desk as you document the charts. “Are you finished with the patients?” She asks sweetly.

“For now. I will have someone monitoring them throughout the night and wake me if their conditions worsen.” You answer as you finish making an entry.

“Good!” Flayn takes you by the arm and pulls you down the hallway to Seteth’s office. Pulling you inside, you see the table set for three. The smell of the delicious dinner is heavenly, you’ve not eaten for many hours. Seteth is already seated at the table

“Please excuse me for not standing.” Seteth blushes slightly

You laugh. “I would be angry if you did. You’re keeping the leg propped up. Excellent.” You see that his color is good, he is healing well. You give a huge sigh of relief.

Flayn guides you to the seat next to him and she sits across from her brother. While the meal progresses, Flayn tells her point of view of the battle and how the Professor led them all to victory.

“This is quite a happy surprise. An excellent dinner and amazing company. I could not ask for more. Thank you both for having me.” You look greatly pleased.

“It is the least we could do to thank you for your excellent care,” Seteth assures. “You have been working nonstop since the battle. When you are finished, Flayn will escort you to your room and you will sleep. The healers here have been under your watchful eye and will take good care of the wounded. We need you to take time to care for yourself.”

“Yes. I will sleep and you should as well. I’m sending Flayn back to check on you. If she finds you working at the desk, I’ll run up here and bring a stick with me to chase you out.” You laugh.

Seteth chuckles. “I do not wish to incur your wrath. I promise to head straight for bed after dinner.”

“Should I change your bandages while I am here?” You ask.

“I did not invite you here to work. Flayn will aid me.” He nods to her.

Flayn suddenly interrupts. “I really should get the dishes back to the kitchens, you know how they can be. Perhaps it would be best that she escorts you to your room and check you this evening. This will probably take me a few trips.” Flayn says as she hurriedly stacks the plates, cups, and cutlery together and heads out the door.

“Do you have salves and bandages in your room? Should I pop by the infirmary for some?” You inquire.

“You had best get them. I know Flayn has some in her room, however I am not certain that I have any myself. I will meet you at the stairs, we can go up together.” He answers as he reaches for a cane to keep himself steady.

You observe Seteth as you follow him up the stairs, he is being especially careful and favoring his leg. He unlocks the door to his room on the third floor. You try not to let the curiosity get the best of you. Briefly glancing about, his quarters are pristine. Comfortable and heavy furniture come into view as he lights a candelabra.

“Would you prefer to change your bandages on the couch or your bed.” You ask.

“The bed I suppose,” he sighs as he leads you to his bedroom.

“Do you have a spare towel in the bathroom? I want to make certain nothing gets onto your bedclothes.”

“Of course, there is a basket by the door.” He gestures to the open door.

Retrieving a towel, you return to his side. Seteth is seated on his bed, his back propped by his pillows. His pants are removed from the wounded leg, the other covered by his blanket.

Raising his leg, you carefully place the towel underneath. You observe his grimace out of the corner of your eye.

“Which wound hurts more, the one in your calf or the one in your thigh?”

“The thigh. That one was quite deep,” Seteth answers, slightly gritting his teeth.

Unwrapping both injuries they appear to be healing well, the scarring is pink, not red at the edges, no signs of infection or bleeding. You slightly lift his lower leg, asking him to move his foot different directions. Turning your attention to the healing injury on his thigh you begin pouring faith magic into the muscles, knitting the torn tissue further together bit by bit. Massaging the muscles around the wound you flex his knee. The healing is progressing quite well.

Briefly you glance to his face, his eyes are closed, he appears relaxed. You are blushing again. His muscles are perfect, his thighs well-toned. Taking a deep breath, you pull your brain back into your professional mindset.

“Any other pain? Any lingering tingling from the lightning in your arm?” You softly ask. “You have walked on that leg too much today. Limping around on a cane will cause pain in your hand and arm as well as throwing off your gait and leading to lower back pain. I’ve done what I can today. I would like to treat your thigh injury one more time tomorrow.” You turn away to gather the soiled bandages and cool the steamy thoughts in your head.

“You are worrying too much. I will be fine.” Seteth answers. He sounds sleepy, which is relieving. You make certain he has a glass of water on his nightstand before you leave.

You make your way back downstairs. Flayn is taking the last of the dishes back to the kitchens. You wish her a good night and tell her to fetch you if you are needed. Once she is out of sight you head to the infirmary to check on the patients. The night cleric is relieved to see you, a soldier woke up and fell trying to get out of bed, undoing quite a bit of the work everyone had put into him. A few hours later you leave the heavily sedated patient, hoping they will retain the use of their arm.

The next day you find yourself being scolded by Flayn when she finds your bowl of oatmeal is still half full on your desk and it is already lunchtime. You are too busy working on the soldier’s reinjured shoulder to eat.

“Stop this at once!” Flayn stamps her foot for good measure. I am hereby relieving you of your duty and sentencing you to complete bedrest until tomorrow.

You turn around to argue with her, however two knights are gently taking you by the arms and leading you from the infirmary to your room. As you close your door behind you, you can hear Flayn giving them orders to stand guard and not let you leave until tomorrow morning.

Your head is pounding as you reach for a glass of water. Being told to take your own medicine is quite the bitter pill to swallow. It is reassuring that the soldier should be fine and rest is the best thing for you now.

The next day Flayn apologizes for her mutiny. Instead of being angry with her, you give her a huge hug and thank her for her bravery. You invite her to bake cookies together later, perhaps some ginger snaps, since her brother may like the flavor.

Meeting Flayn in the kitchens she confesses, “Everyone says I am a bad cook. Before the war I cooked a dish so bad only Dimitri and Raphael would eat it.” She pouts.

“It is not that you are bad at cooking. You simply do not understand the why and because of it all.” You explain as you gather and measure the ingredients for the cookies.

“Butter for example.” You begin, “We’re not using it in this recipe, but many times softened butter is an ingredient in cookies. You can’t use cold butter, it won’t mix well with the sugar. If you melt the butter, it will mix with the sugar, however the consistency will be wrong. If you melt the butter too long, it will brown the butter, giving it a completely different taste. Leaving the butter in a slightly warm place for about 30 minutes should soften the butter enough to mix with the sugar and make a fluffy creamy mixture, perfect for many baked goods.”

“So cooking requires the ingredients to be in the correct state as well as quantity.” Flayn nods in understanding.

“Exactly! And you cannot always substitute items in a recipe. If you want to use a plum instead of a peach, that will not cause problems. However, if you use baking soda instead of baking powder, that may make your cookies or cake refuse to rise.”

“But they both are for baking and making it rise.” Flayn frowns.

“Would you substitute mandrake root for arrow root in a potion?” You ask.

“Goodness no! One has healing properties, the other is a poison!” Flayn shudders.

“Both are roots, both are powdered and about the same color. Always use the correct ingredient.” You nod encouragingly. “It is like brewing potions. The right ingredients in the right quantity will make someone sleep peacefully. Too much and they will be in a coma.”

“I am beginning to understand your instruction. One cannot substitute ingredients willy-nilly. You must have knowledge as to how they work together to understand the effects of changing the composition of the baked item.” Flayn smiles widely.

“Once you get the basics, with experience you will be able to change things in the recipe. Let’s go by the recipe today and experiment another time. So did you measure one cup of sugar or one cup of salt here?” You place the bowl in front of her.

“Um. I am uncertain.” Flayn blushes.

“Taste it.” You push the bowl closer to her.

Flayn takes a pinch between her fingers and puts it on her tongue. “Ew! That would have been horrible!” she gasps as she heads to the larder to obtain a cup of sugar, abandoning the cup of salt on the counter.

Later in the afternoon you join Seteth in his office for Angelica tea. You surprise him with a box of the ginger cookies baked earlier.

“Ginger cookies! I have not had one in quite some time.” Seteth eagerly grasps a couple with the tongs, putting them on his plate.

“Flayn made them this morning.” You smile.

Seteth’s smile falls from his face as his eyebrows furrow slightly. He looks back to see that his door is indeed closed. “You do know what her cooking is like, don’t you?” He whispers.

You laugh. “Really Seteth, I was with her the entire time. We had a very productive cooking session. You may be surprised. Go on, take a bite.”

Seteth brings the cookie to his lips as if he has been requested to bite the head off a viper. He stares down at the cookie for a second and sniffs it. It does not smell as if it is burnt. It smells of ginger and sweetness, which is unusual for a cookie baked by Flayn.

Finally, he opens his mouth and takes a bite, silently praying that his teeth do not break off by doing this. Instead, his teeth sink into the slightly soft, slightly chewy, perfectly baked cookie. The ginger mixed with the molasses and other spices meld together in his mouth in the most delightful and rewarding flavors. His eyes open wide as his lips pull into the sweetest smile.

“You are absolutely certain that Flayn made these? They are delicious!” Seteth gasps.

You nod. You are so proud of her right now. You wish she could see the look on Seteth’s face right now. It’s precious.

“I must thank her later. You are a miracle worker.” He reaches forward and takes your hand in his.

Your face feels as if it is on fire as it heats up with a blush. Taking your teacup you try to hide behind it as you watch Seteth reach for another cookie.

The infirmary tent is outside of Fort Merceus. You can hear the battle raging on the fortress above the wall. You’ve just finished treating the wounds of an armored Knight, closing the lance wound to his shoulder. Suddenly things are quiet. You then hear a strange whistling noise followed by an explosion. Rocks rain down from the skies, causing the large tent to collapse around you. Pain overwhelms you as the world suddenly becomes dark.

You jolt into consciousness. Sitting upright you grab your head as it throbs fiercely between your hands. Your fingers feel wet, they are covered with blood.

“Brother! She is awake!” you hear Flayn’s voice next to you. Bleary eyed you look over to her, it is difficult to focus through the pain.

Seteth kneels at the side of the cot, wrapping his arms gently around you. “I thought that we might lose you.”

You manage to reach your right arm toward, your left arm refuses to cooperate. Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself. Your head pounds mercilessly.

“What happened?” Your voice trembling, remembering the last things you saw.

“The Fortress is gone. It is nothing but rubble. Pillars of light came from the skies and caused explosions everywhere. An entire wall crumbled and crushed part of the infirmary. The battle is over, for now.” Seteth’s voice exudes sadness.

You sob uncontrollably into his shoulder. The loss of life must have been great. Slowly the flow of tears subsides.

“Here, you must drink something.” Seteth offers a waterskin.

You drink your fill. Your eyes are more focused now and you notice you are in Seteth’s tent. You open your mouth to speak, his finger covers your lips.

“You need to rest.” Seteth softly says as he holds a potion bottle for you to drink. You smell the bitterness of the sedative. Nodding your head, you drink the contents. He then lays you back on his cot.

You awaken to the sounds of birds chirping and soldiers walking through the camp. This time you are not nearly in as much pain as you were previously. Sitting up, you assess your injuries. Based on the wrappings and pain your left shoulder has been broken. You have multiple contusions on your arms and legs. Feeling your head, your hair has been washed and there are a few spots where cuts are healed.

You watch the tent flap open and Flayn brings two plates of breakfast to set on the table.

“I am glad you are awake. My brother is in the war council meeting. Let me help you walk over here and get something to eat.” Flayn’s smile is soft and encouraging.

As you both eat, she updates you on the status of the camp. The battle was won, then the Fort was attacked. They did lose two clerics and several soldiers when the tent was hit by debris. They repaired the infirmary tent and treatment of the wounded is ongoing. The soldiers are reorganizing, preparing for the march to Enbarr.

“I feel bad for stealing your brother’s bed.” You frown. You are unaccustomed to inconveniencing others, especially your wonderful friends.

“He slept on the floor next to you to make certain you did not wake up and head back to the infirmary.” Flayn giggles.

“He knows me well.” You nod.

“He hovered over you like a mother hen. He was very worried.” Flayn looks at you, her eyes seem to bore into you. “Do you like him?”

“Well, yes, I do. We have been friends for many years.” You answer, deciding that the eggs on your plate are very interesting so you stare at them. They stare back.

“You would make a great couple.” She giggles.

You almost choke on the food you are chewing. Grabbing a drink of water, you take a few gasps of air. “What makes you think that?” Your face is bright red, you can’t look her in the eye.

“I am getting pretty good at noticing these things. When things are difficult, you tend to find someone that you can lean on and support you. Dimitri and Marianne, Felix and Sylvain, Mercedes and Dedue. It is only natural. You and my brother watch out for each other, keep the other from overworking, make sure they eat properly. I think it is inevitable.” She grins and looks quite satisfied with herself.

Your brain goes into overdrive. “I spend a lot of time with you as well. Knitting, cooking, fishing.”

“Yes. However, you do not act romantically toward me, your attitude is more…hmmm,” Flayn puts a finger to her chin. “Motherly.”

“It is true that I am that way toward you. My mother passed not long after giving birth to my youngest brother. Father relied on me to help raise my siblings as I was the oldest. I see so much of my siblings in you. Your naivety, looking at the world through innocent eyes. I feel very protective of you and understand your brother’s concern. I also recognize his attitude of overprotectiveness. You are all he has left.” You pat her hand.

“True. I thank you for your support. He needs to learn and understand that I am no longer a little girl.” Flayn pouts, slightly ruining her ‘I am an adult’ speech.

“Perhaps you should speak with him. Have a heart to heart conversation.” You feel relieved the conversation has shifted to her feelings about her restrictive sibling.

The remainder of your breakfast is quiet. Flayn returns the dishes to the cooks as you slowly make your way to the infirmary tent. Late in the evening you are lying and resting in an empty cot when you hear Seteth’s voice. You sit up as he approaches.

“There is no need to get up.” He apologizes. “I was simply checking on your wellbeing.”

Feeling brave, you reach up to take his hand. “Thank you for helping me. I have been pacing myself and taking frequent breaks. I am very grateful for everything you have done. I am sure you would like to enjoy your privacy and sleep more comfortably.”

Seteth squeezes your hand. “You are not a burden. My door is always open for you. Sleep well.” He smiles as he leaves.

You lie there, overthinking the short exchange. Are you special or simply a good friend? You want to curse Flayn for lighting aflame these thoughts in your head. You eventually drift off to sleep.

Several weeks later you march with the troops back to Garreg Mach. The war is over. Enbarr and the Emperor are defeated. Rhea is rescued and officially appoints Byleth as the new Archbishop. The Knights are busy taking out rogue bands of Imperial troops and bandits, returning to the monastery to be healed and rest up for the next battle.

Seteth is constantly overworking himself along with Byleth as they create the new doctrine for the church. They also communicate with Dimitri by letter, regarding plans for the continent. You find yourself constantly interrupting their meetings, forcing them to break for food or to take a walk to get fresh air.

“I thought we had just stopped for lunch. Is it time for dinner already?” Seteth looks up from the table filled with scattered parchment and books. Byleth doesn’t look up from his writing.

“Yes. Flayn and I have caught some fish and we are having it for dinner. No excuses.” You glare at them sternly. “Join us in the dining hall.” You do not say now, however it is implied and they stop their work quickly.

While eating, Seteth and Byleth attempt to continue their conversation regarding a particular section of doctrine.

“I order both of you to rest. Talk of something not business,” You plead. “I have heard that Dimitri will only work six days a week, taking one day for his mental wellbeing and health. I completely stand behind that mindset. True, there are always some issues that have to be dealt with, however the focus of the day off is to give yourself a break.”

Byleth looks at you as if you have two heads.

“Vessel of the goddess, yeah, yeah.” You frown at them. “You still need to eat, to sleep, and to rest. Keep this up and you’re headed straight for another five year nap. How much work are you going to finish then?” You cross your arms in front of your chest, looking at them smugly.

“She seems quite serious and peremptory. I don’t think we have much of a choice in this.” Seteth acquiesces. “Saucy little woman.” He whispers to his soup.

“What was that?” You snip.

“I said you make a fine spokeswoman.” He quickly shovels more fish into his mouth.

A week later they announce that Sunday shall be a day of rest except for what must absolutely be accomplished. The first week goes quite well. Byleth and Seteth spend much of the day resting in the afternoon sun as they fish in the pond.

They even admit to a renewed spirit as they return to their work the next day, having clearer minds and feeling rested. Things go well until the fourth week.

You are in the infirmary long enough to heal and bandage a burn on Annette’s arm when you cannot help but hear Seteth and Flayn’s very loud and angry voices emitting from his office. Quickly you dismiss Annette, telling her not to utter a single word.

As you approach Seteth’s door, Flayn runs out crying and fleeing to her room upstairs.

Seteth is sitting at his desk, his head in his hands.

“I do not know what has gotten into that child. She simply does not understand that I am trying to protect her.” He groans.

You knock on the door frame. Seteth waves you in and you close the door behind you.

“Apologies. I am sorry you were a witness to our outburst.” He sounds exasperated.

“She has grown to become quite the independent woman.” You disclose. “She has emotionally developed from a child into an adult since I met her all those years ago.”

Seteth groans. “The world is a dangerous place. I only want to keep her safe. Just a few years ago she was kidnapped right under my nose. I cannot let any harm befall her.”

“It hurts. It hurts to let them go. Watching them flee the safe and warm nest you have prepared.” You begin. “Your relationship is like a hand full of sand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze it tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You can hold on to some of it, but most of it spills. A relationship should be like sand held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it will remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively and the relationship slips away and is gone forever.”

“I cannot lose her.” The tears flow from his eyes.

You come around to his side of the desk and hold him to your chest. “There are two times when parenting is most difficult. When the baby first arrives and when the adult first leaves home.”

“You are not fully aware…” He chokes on his words.

“That you are her father? She has slipped too many times in her speech. I know you love her more than anything. You have raised her as your child, regardless. The thought of her leaving breaks your heart. I know.” You assure him. You had felt like you died a little every time one of your brothers and sisters left the nest.

“I want to take her and flee. Hide deep in the mountains where I can protect her.” He gasps through his tears.

“Have you asked her if that is what she wants? If you take her and run, she may escape, putting herself out alone in the wild and into even greater danger. If you let her remain, surround herself with friends who love and protect her, just as you have, could she be safe? If you part from her angry, will she ever come back? These are things you need to ask yourself.”

“If I did that, I would truly lose her.” He looks at you knowingly.

You nod and hold him as he shudders, his sobs filling the room. You pat his back and shoulders reassuringly. After a few minutes he takes a few cleansing breaths.

“My deepest apologies, I did not mean to bring you in to this.” Seteth obtains a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his tears.

“I am here to help you. To help Flayn too. Both of you can be quite stubborn when you want to be.” You rub circles on his back, continuing to bolster him.

“What should I do now. Where do we go from here?” Seteth looks completely overwhelmed.

“Start with a nice tea together, in a neutral territory. Perhaps on the star terrace? I will check with Byleth and see if that is acceptable. Let her know this is the first of several conversations you will have. It is like any negotiation, discuss the good and the bad. Let her know more details of what you are worrying about. If either of you begin to get upset, step away from the table and calm your mind.”

You pause to let him think for a moment. “Remind her that no matter what, you love her, wanting only the best for her. You want her to understand your concerns. You need to understand her concerns, her dreams, her priorities. Keep communicating. Talk and talk some more.” You hug him tightly then head for the door.

“I cannot thank you enough.” Seteth nods as you smile at him before leaving.

Standing guard at the foot of the stairs to the third floor you sip your tea for a bit then return to knitting. They have been up there talking over tea for over two hours. No doors slamming. No yelling. This is a good sign.

Seteth calls from the top of the stairs, asking you to join them.

Flayn is carrying the tea set into Rhea’s former bedroom. She places it on and end table, then rushes over to give you a hug.

“Thank you.” She quickly whispers before heading down the hall to her chambers.

You walk outside to stand next to Seteth at the balcony. The stars twinkle brightly in the cloudless sky. You look up to him as he stares into the heavens. The air is still and cool now that night has fallen. Patiently you wait for him to gather his thoughts.

“We had a productive conversation.” Seteth begins softly.

You hum in agreement, not wanting to interrupt.

“We spoke of many things. Some good, some bad. All of it necessary. You are correct, she has grown up before my eyes and I could not see it. She is a beautiful young woman.” He speaks slowly, each word tearing apart his heart.

You want to take him in your arms and reassure him, you can see the sadness in his eyes. His precious Flayn must be allowed to be free, and he feels like it is killing him. You settle with leaning against his shoulder with yours.

“She said she worries for me just as much as I for her. She fears that when she leaves, I will shut myself off from the world. I have told her many times that she is my world, that all I do, I do for her. She knows the sacrifices I have made for her sake. She is grateful. But she wants to do things on her own. How to fend for herself. I just—” his voice falters.

Seteth hangs his head low, gripping the balustrade tightly for support. “I am terrified.”

“Let her know you will always be there for her. That you are a place of safety for her, a refuge.” You rub his shoulder as you remain looking skyward.

“Of course, I will take her back, in a heartbeat. There is no doubt. I would bring her where I am without question.” He says with conviction. “The hardest part is to let her go in the first place.”

“She is still here, you have time to mend your hearts. You will always worry for her, she knows this. You have earned that right.” You softly pat his opposite shoulder your arm around his back..

“Thank you for being here.” Seteth turns and hugs you to his chest. You hug him back and stand with him in the cool air, sharing warmth with each other.

Flayn and Seteth have several teatime conversations, adult to adult. One day they decided to take a short holiday together, packing belongings on their wyverns and return several days later.

Seteth works twice as hard to make up for the lost time in his office. You spend time with Flayn as she tells you of her plans. Ignatz and Raphael are going to work as knights for Lorenz who has taken over Gloucester lands from his father. Lorenz is fully employing Ignatz to be ‘a knight that paints’. She will join them in a month’s time. She is in love with Ignatz, however does not want to jump into things too quickly. With her other friends there, she will see how the budding romance goes.

You giggle along with her about her exciting plans, what she wants to do for herself and things she will see. She is quite excited about visiting Derdriu. She’s always loved the ocean and the other coast is just north of the territory.

“What will you be doing now that things are settling down? Do you want to travel or start something new?” Flayn looks at you curiously.

“I’m still recovering from going through the war. I’ve always enjoyed working here. Because Byleth is staying here, friends will come to visit frequently. I am not much of a wanderer, so traveling is out. I don’t want to go north, the snow we have here is plenty.” You think for a moment. “Teaching sounds interesting if they decide to reopen the academy or a regular school. I would like to research some additional healing spells. There are many things to do. Deciding is the hard part.”

“You should think about finding someone special to settle down with.” Flayn smirks.

You nearly spit tea all over yourself. “I..um.” You cough into your napkin and gather your wits. “Unlike some people I know, I do not rush into things.”

“I have watched you pine over him for years.” She laughs.

Looking away from her you wiggle nervously in your chair. “I have no idea what you’re alluding to.”

“You both are so hopeless.” Flayn huffs.

A few days later, Flayn leaves a box outside your door labeled ‘Educational Materials’. You take them in your room then head to the infirmary for work. She has left a box there labeled ‘Medical Supplies’. You open the box and restock the shelves with the gauze and bandages. At the end of the day you return to your room deciding to open the box she has left for you. It is filled with romance novels. How strange. Educational? You think as you open one of the books to peruse through.

Flayn has finished packing her belongings. She distributed a few things around the monastery, leaving enough of her belongings in her room so that she will not have to pack anything when she comes to visit Seteth. The wagon from Gloucester territory has arrived and she watches them load her belongings onto the back. Flayn stands outside the carriage saying her goodbyes.

“Byleth, thank you for accepting me in your class. It began my journey to the independence that I celebrate today.” She gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“I must thank you for everything you have done for me. You have taught me how to cook, amazing fishing techniques and patience. Thank you for everything.” She takes your hands in hers as she gazes your face with a sincere smile. She kisses you on both cheeks, like the adult women of the court say goodbye.

Flayn jumps up and gives Seteth a tight hug. She buries her face in his chest so she cannot see his face.

“I will miss you most of all, brother. I promise to write. I will be safe, you’ll see.” She pauses so that he can kiss her on the forehead, then she turns and quickly enters into the carriage before anyone can see a tear fall from her eyes. The carriage pulls away and she waves out the window with her hand.

Byleth stares as the carriage leaves. “Do you think she will cry?”

“She is bawling her eyes out right now.” You manage to chuckle, trying to hold back your own tears. A sniffle still escapes.

Seteth has moved inside the building, most likely to hide his own tears. You stand next to Byleth, not sure what to do with yourself. Byleth eventually looks over to you.

“I’ll go to the wyvern rookery to make sure he doesn’t try to follow her. You should go talk to him.” Byleth announces as they head out.

Heading up the stairs to the second floor of the faculty building, the trip seems much longer than usual. You have no idea what to say to him. You pause outside his door, praying the goddess gives you the proper words.

“Seteth. May I come in?” Announcing your presence as you knock.

“This is not a good time for conversation.” He answers, not opening the door.

“We don’t have to speak.” You answer. “Please?”

The silence from the other side of the door is deafening. You wait, not moving.

“Enter.”

You enter, seeing him seated at his desk, looking toward the wall. You silently close the door. Approaching Seteth like you would a terrified animal, extending your hand toward him slowly and gently, you touch his shoulder.

He hangs his head and weeps into his chest. You place your head on his shoulder and arms around his back, letting him mourn his loss. His muscles are all tight as he pulls into himself, his body shakes with emotion.

When he has run out of tears, he pulls himself from your embrace. He tries to hide his face, swollen from crying. You reach for a pitcher and pour water onto a cloth, chill it with magic and place it on his forehead and eyes. You tilt his head back to rest it on the back of his chair. Moving behind him you massage his temples and apply healing magic to relieve the headache from crying.

He looks as if he is resting, or at least trying to relax after having tensed his entire body for so long.

“I am always here for you.” You say softly before leaving his office.

You arrange for dinner to be brought to his door. Disappointment crosses your face when you see the food is untouched hours later.

The next morning your rise early to fish, but the fish have no interest. You glance at the windows of Seteth’s office and there is no light. Heading to the infirmary you walk past it and stand outside of his office door. You knock, there is no answer. You attempt to open the door, it is locked.

While treating a cut on a soldier’s arm, Byleth enters the infirmary.

“Have you seen Seteth? He is late for our meeting this morning.” Byleth says, looking concerned.

“No. Perhaps you should check on him?” You offer. “I believe he skipped dinner last night and the cooks said he was not there for breakfast. He did not touch his food at dinner last night as well.”

Byleth frowns and heads for Seteth’s office door. You hear his knocking from inside the infirmary. Soon the hallway is quiet. A few minutes later you hear the tapping of Byleth’s boots walking down the hallway and going up to the third floor.

Putting away the bandages and salves, you jump when Byleth bursts into the infirmary.

“Come quick!” He orders.

Dashing up the stairs you head to Seteth’s room. Byleth is with him in the bedroom, having placed Seteth on his bed. He had found him lying on the floor of the front room.

You quickly assess Seteth’s condition. He has exhausted himself. His eyes are dark and sunken, black lines hang below his eyes. He has probably not been sleeping and certainly has not been eating. You knew he had not been sleeping well, he looked tired yesterday however, today is much worse.

“I can take over from here. Let the infirmary know I am indisposed for a day or so.” You announce as Byleth helps you pull a comfy chair from the parlor next to the bed. You also set a pitcher and two glasses on the nightstand.

“I’ll send dinner up.” Byleth says as he leaves the room.

You check Seteth frequently. He is sleeping soundly. You eat, leaving the dishes outside. He still has not moved. Grabbing a throw blanket, you curl up in the chair, settling in for the night. You leave your hand on top of his, you need to wake if he stirs.

The moonlight shining through the windows gives a bluish glow to the room, the sun has not yet risen, however it will in an hour or so. Seteth begins to stir. He yawns and instinctively reaches to cover his mouth. Just as he moves, you bolt upright in the chair and look at him. He notices you there, bolting upright as he realizes you are in his room.

“What are you doing here.” Seteth huffs.

“I am watching over my patient. Apparently, someone cannot be trusted to take care of themselves properly.” You fold your arms on your chest and give him a glare that could frighten a demonic beast.

Seteth attempts to hide his shame behind his hand, using it to cover his face. “My deepest apologies. My mind has not been in a good place. I have been overwhelmed with grief since before Flayn had even left. I know she is alive and well, but that does not lessen my concern for her.”

“I should write to her and tell her exactly what you have done to yourself as soon as she left.” You scold. “She put me in charge of you, no matter how many times I assured her that you are a grown man and capable of taking care of yourself. I have misjudged you. I am certain she will not be pleased to know she was right.”

You get up and hand him a glass of water. He takes a few sips, placing it on the nightstand. You hand it back to him again pointing to the center of the glass. He drinks half of the contents and looks at you. You nod and he puts the glass down. A few moments pass as you stare at each other.

“Are you hungry? I can run to get you something. Do you have any pain?” Your face softens.

“I will be fine. I think I will lie here and rest for a little while longer.” Seteth takes your hand in his. “You should get some rest as well. You don’t need to stay here and watch an old man sleep.”

“Apparently, I do.” You softly laugh, squeezing his hand and moving over to sit on the bed next to him. “You do not look like an old man. Sometimes you act like one, however when I saw you fighting during the war you were on the front lines along with those young men and you were running circles around them. I’ve seen you wield your lance, you are a force to be reckoned with.” You smile warmly at him.

“Oh? So you have been watching me?” He raises his eyebrows a bit.

“Yes. Watching you fight and fly on your wyvern is breathtaking.” You pause, “You are breathtaking.”

“I…I don’t know what to say. Thank you?” Seteth blushes.

Giving him a smile, you whisper, “We have much to discuss. But right now, we are both exhausted. Scoot over, I am not sleeping in that chair one more minute.”

“That is not proper. We shou-“ he gasps.

You lay next to him. “Shhh. Scoot. We are consenting adults who need sleep. I am fully clothed. You are under the covers, I am over them. No different than last night, except I will be comfortable and won’t wake with a pain in my neck.” You snuggle next to him, laying your head on his shoulder and arm across his waist. “Good night.”

Seteth lies there stiffly for a while. Then he heaves a sigh and lays his cheek on the top of your head, drifting off to slee

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #fe3h x reader #fire emblem #Seteth #Flayn #fe3h fanfic #feth #Seteth x reader

[thebrownssociety]

So, any headcanons on what happens when each of the Madrigals are sick? Maybe weakened/out of control powers?

Okay so:

1. Luisa - Her powers just get weakened when she’s sick and she acts a lot like how she does in the movie. Upset, tends to hide away in her room. Prefers people not to come in unless they absolutely has to. Refuses to do favours for the villagers. 

2. Isa - tends to go either way without much of a pattern. She will either not be able to grow anything at all [or only very small plants, like literally one single flower and even that will take a lot of effort] or her room will be overrun by plants making it resemble a jungle. In a few instances she’s been known to create thorn across her door so it’s impossible for anyone to come in without injuring themselves. Of course her family aren't going to leave her to stew and not even check she’s okay, so Luisa usually gets some gloves or something and pulls the thorns away. 

3. Camilo - he doesn’t get sick often, but when he does it’s pretty much like what we saw in the film. He shapeshifts into random people and doesn’t seem aware he’s doing it. He will sometimes shapeshift into one of the village children if he’s feeling particularly vulnerable. Pepa usually sits by him and gently strokes his hair.

4. Antonio - his animal friends get the message that he’s sick and keep guard over him. Which may sound cute until you’re Pepa and Felix trying to get past a tiger in order to bring Antonio soup or just to comfort him. 

5. Dolores - the only one who considers being sick a positive thing, because her super-hearing goes away and she’s left with peace and quiet for once. She likes to lie in bed when this happens and just enjoy the peace and quiet. 

6. Julieta - the worst when she’s sick, mainly because she usually doesn’t feel like cooking so can’t make her healing food. If she made some earlier that can sometimes help heal her, but if she hasn’t the other Madrigals just have to wait until she’s better in order to have healing food again. She has tried to make her healing food before when sick, but it’s like her powers are saying ‘No, you need to rest’ and just refuse to work. Complete bed rest is often the only way to get Julieta back to full health.

7. Pepa - she’s usually sad/distressed when sick, so either her room will resemble a waterfall and she’ll have a raining cloud above her head for ages, or her moods will go all over the place and she’ll be raining one moment, shining the next, then hailing. 

During this time she usually doesn’t want to see anyone except Felix and Julieta. Julieta because she’ll be the one too bring the food, and is also very sympathetic and will stroke Pepa’s hair and try to calm her down and stuff. Felix because she feels better when he’s around and he will always try to look after her. Occasionally though Felix has to so other things or just needs a break, so Camilo will shapeshift into his father and take over for a few minutes.

8. Bruno - no one really knows what Bruno’s powers do when he’s sick, because Bruno normally doesn't want anyone near him except Julieta [for the same reasons as Pepa] and Alma. Bruno is something of a mother boy already, but it gets amplified when he’s sick. 

His visions tend to get worse, but rather than actually seeing the far future  he tends to see what will happen in the next few seconds which can be annoying for him, because he gets a sense of deja vu which unnerves him. 

The sand in his room will also become a sandstorm. As well as the whole ‘not wanting anyone around thing’ his room is flat out dangerous when he’s sick and Alma is one of the few people who can handle it. 

9. Mirabel - Everyone smothers her in attention and can’t do enough for her. Luisa is the worse for it, always wanting to help Mirabel and get her things and so on. What usually ends up happening is that either Julieta or Augustín would have to tell everyone to leave her alone before they drove her crazy. 

#Encanto Asks #Encanto #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto dolores #Encanto Camilo #Encanto Antonio #Encanto Madrigals

[amedetoiles]

Since so many people wanted my essay re: this post about Jiang Cheng always forgiving Wei Wuxian (I’m genuinely delighted at the number of people who want me to continue screaming incoherently into the fandom void, thank you), and I have no self control, here it is, sort’a, with a side helping of reconciliation ranting. (Per @winepresswrath RELEASE THE KRAKEN).

I have had some days to consider it, and you know what, I don’t know why this is unpopular. Is it because fandom thinks Jiang Cheng doesn’t deserve it? Or because Wei Wuxian doesn’t deserve it? Or because they have done terrible things to each other and should move on? What I have to say to all of that is lmao. The mutual sad fucking courtyard pining pretty much solidifies the fact that neither one of them wants to be done with each other and would, in fact, I think, very much like it if they weren’t done with each other.

Just because they want it doesn’t mean the relationship is good for them! You scream, loudly, in the corner of fandom which I continue to blithely ignore for my own sanity.

Listen, it is perhaps conceivable that a relationship marred by extremely extenuating circumstances that include but are not limited to: verbally and emotionally abusive parents who do their best to drive a wedge between you and your brother over things that are neither one of your faults; being forced to become political hostages while the adults of the world do nothing because the leader of a neighboring country is fucking crazy; the ruthless massacre of nearly your entire family and clan down to your smallest shidi; being so fucking scared and traumatized because of all the above that the only option your brother can think of is to sacrifice his own vital organ to save you (x2); an actual war in which you both, still children, must fight in because everyone else is dead; an insidious web of political manipulations spurred on by a lascivious power hungry asshole disguising himself as a supportive uncle while he secretly plots to kill your brother; and the entire cultivation world convening to actually kill your brother after the accidental death of your brother-in-law leading to the accidental death of your sister, is not, in fact, a great foundation of which to base an analysis and interpretation that said relationship is not healthy or good. Just saying.

In any case, regardless of your opinions on Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian, and the way in which they constantly leave their relationship status as it’s complicated – Jiang Cheng will always, always forgive Wei Wuxian. Every single time. In every possible circumstance. This is absolutely just who he is. He can color it with anger, with bitterness, with an unrelenting grudge, with petulance as much as he wants, but Jiang Cheng loves. He loves so fucking much, and the strength of it absolutely terrifies him. He has grown up being the ammo over the failing marriage of his awful parents. He knows intimately well the ways in which society will insultingly scorn and gossip about you when your love is not returned. He has been taught repeatedly over and over again that he is not enough, that he is someone who is too sharp, too angry, too much, for even his own father to look at him with anything but indifference.

But still he loves. Still he forgives.

Because Jiang Cheng decided a very long time ago that Wei Wuxian is his. In the wake of losing his three precious puppies, he carved out a space in his heart for this bright and unfiltered sunlight of a child who smiles and laughs with Jiang Cheng like he actually loves him back, and that space remained. Present and immovable. Through Wei Wuxian constantly brushing him off and then walking out on him and their promises; through the deaths of his parents, his brother-in-law, and his sister; through a decade and a half worth of stewing in the bitterness and betrayal of it all.

Jiang Cheng may love and hate his brother in equal measure, but he will forgive Wei Wuxian of anything because he doesn’t know how how to do or be anyone else other than this – a person who loves, and loves, and loves. This space in his heart belongs to his brother, and it never changes. So he will carry and keep his brother’s demon flute safe for 13/16 years. He will never get any dogs. He will keep this space in his home, in his soul, open, for the rest of his immortal life, even if they never speak to each other again, even if they never see each other again. That is just irrevocably who he is.

Jiang Cheng stared at Wei Wuxian’s staunch determination to walk out on him and their family, and he still chose to come back with their sister and soup to try again anyway. Jiang Cheng looks at this space, at this emptiness, in his soul, and he decides that if this is the only way he can have his brother, if this is the only way he can have Wei Wuxian as a part of his life, then so be it. Jiang Cheng will choose this. He will choose this every single time. It would be impossibly sad and depressing if I wasn’t absolutely certain that Wei Wuxian will and does do exactly the same thing in return.

Reconciliation is impossible, you say. But look, these two obstinate self-sacrificing fools looked impossible in the eye and still chose each other in their own ways again and again.

#posting this for the third time and hoping tags will finally work #陈情令 #the untamed #mdzs #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #yunmeng shuangjie #!mine #!meta #again i bring you incoherent yunmeng bros screaming. you all asked for it.

[everlastingbutterfly]

Doubt Season 4 (Liar! Dark lies) 4th Liar translation - If you don’t have money, why don’t you just make it?

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It’s been a month since Valentine’s, and there’s a nice aroma coming from the kitchen. MC finds Okura in there who’s making miso soup, nimono/stewed dishes, etc. MC wants to know why he’s here, and that he should not have a reason to have left her father’s side, especially given his prognosis.

Okura: I thought you didn’t care about your father?

He points out that she left the yakuza world behind her, so she shouldn’t be sticking her neck back into it if that’s the case. Ami comes in, remarking on the nice aroma and thanks Okura.

MC: You asked him for some?

Ami: Yes, he makes breakfast every day so I asked if he wouldn’t mind making some for me too.

Okura hands MC a plate too and when she goes to take it:

Okura: That’ll be 10000 yen for the plate (~$100 usd).

MC is surprised he’s asking for money but he says he wouldn’t do it for free lol. There’s some talk where Ami is asking about his occupation, and MC is deflecting saying he’s a public servant or something because she doesn’t want Ami to know the truth about him (or her) and MC thinks to herself that Okura must be enjoying her fretting.

A sleepy Tokiwa-kun joins the other members in the kitchen - he has the day off. Yuu-kun remarks that he’s lucky since Tokiwa-kun gets to see MC both at work and home.

Tokiwa-kun: I’m not lucky. If you’re jealous, why don’t you become a doctor then?

Yuu-kun laughs, saying it’s impossible while Ami says that Tokiwa-kun studied abroad in the UK. They both remark how smart and amazing he is.

(Aww all embarrassed – above)

The news plays a story about Li Zhong who has been using counterfeit 10,000 yen notes on March 9th. The fake notes are smaller, and missing the translucent window. Tokiwa-kun remarks how stupid that person must be to make counterfeit money.

Karen: Making counterfeits require a high amount of skill.

Tokiwa-kun: You seem to know a lot, Karen.

Karen: I heard it from one of my guests…

The truth is Karen and MC would know quite a bit, given that they are from the yakuza world.

Okura: Making counterfeits is as serious as a crime as committing murder… that guy’s life is over.

The news then plays the story that the politician Eitaro Agawa will be discharged tomorrow.

Kazemiya-kun: Didn’t he get a fracture from falling down the stairs? That must have hurt.

The weather report then plays, and it’ll reach 23 degrees throughout the day, before falling to 9 degrees at night.

DOUBT 4 suspects

Tokiwa-kun

Okura

Eitaro

MC is in the hospital checking up on Eitaro (she calls him Agawa-sensei but I’m going with Eitaro) and the news about his hospital stay is playing on the TV, he’s working away on his laptop and he says that time is money but that he’ll be sad when he’s discharged since he won’t see MC anymore. He asks her for a favour, to buy tea and the newspaper from the hospital convenience store and says he will pay her back.

While she is paying for the items she sees a newspaper headline about underground gambling. She returns to the hospital and gives Eitaro his items, who then hands her a 10000 yen note. He says he doesn’t carry any other notes. MC explains she can’t accept but he proposes next time they go out for a meal together and they exchange TalkTime and FindFriend details.

At that moment the news plays about the counterfeit notes incident and Eitaro makes a “suspicious” face and sighs. MC asks if he is feeling unwell and checks his temperature though he’s alright. When she’s in the change room later she feels something in her pocket and it’s a 10000 yen note. She thinks that he got close to her (when temperature checking) and put this in. She doesn’t want to accept it and will hold onto it to return later and puts it into her casual clothes pocket.

MC goes to eat her lunch outside on a bench with Sumika and receives a TalkTime from Yuu-kun. He’s out in Shinjuku and happened to see Okura and sends the photo to MC.

Evidence gathered

Photo from Yuu-kun

MC says Okura would be mad if he found out lol so Yuu-kun asks MC to keep it a secret. MC is surprised that Okura is lining up in a queue for something but thinks it must be something her father requested.

It’s night time and the housemates are all at a drinking party. Okura comments that MC seems strong with her alcohol and that it must be carried on from her father. She reflects that it must be the first time she’s drinking with Okura since when she left home she wasn’t of drinking age. On her way to the bathroom she sees Yuu-kun in the hallway. She asks if he’s feeling okay and he was really just waiting for her to give her white day present – he has given her a small teddy bear with some sweets. He explains he wanted to give it to her at the table but with Okura there he found it difficult lol. He comments that they seem close and is their relationship really just that they were just neighbours? As she’s struggling to answer she receives a phone call from Eitaro. Yuu-kun says he’ll go back to his seat first.

MC picks up the phone and Eitaro tells her that he didn’t have anything he needed really, he just wanted to hear her voice. She explains that she’s currently out at a drinking party but he asks for only five minutes of her time and they have a chat over the phone.

After a while the bill comes out and MC calculates that everyone owes roughly 5000 yen. Okura pulls out a 10000 yen note and she says it’s too much but he just tells her to take it. Tokiwa-kun also puts down a 10000 yen note, saying that he’s not troubled for money so he doesn’t mind paying MC’s portion.

Karen comments that he’s cool and as expected of a son of famous actress. He doesn’t seem pleased and tells her to cut it out. MC observes that he’s a bit touchy about his mother. She thanks Okura and Tokiwa-kun and lets everyone else know their bill is 3000 yen. She realises she can’t find her purse so takes out the 10000 yen note she received from Eitaro. When she pulls it out, a point card drops out.

Evidence gathered

Café loyalty card

When she takes the money to the cashier, his facial expression changes and he pointedly asks “this is a counterfeit note isn’t it?” and takes her aside. He takes her into the office and says that of the three 10000 yen notes she paid with, one is slightly smaller and without the transparent section. She can see that one is indeed smaller and thinks that the notes came from Eitaro, Tokiwa-kun and Okura.

The police arrive and she denies that it’s hers so they ask who she received it from. While she’s thinking, Okura and Tokiwa-kun enter and Tokiwa-kun is surprised to see the police, asking MC what happened. She explains and Tokiwa-kun is surprised. Okura tells MC to go outside and he’ll take care of it, she protests and he insists she should be quiet and go wait. She leaves with Tokiwa-kun.

Tokiwa-kun asks if Okura is affiliated with the police or something and she reponds hmm something like that (but is thinking that he’s actually on the opposite side). After about 5 minutes he returns. Tokiwa-kun wants to know how it was resolved but Okura deflects and replies kids don’t need to know and that he shouldn’t tell anyone about it.

On the way home the three of them stop at a supermarket to pick up more drinks, with MC picking up some beer when Tokiwa-kun stops her and takes the basket off her hands, saying a man should carry such a thing.

When MC insists she can handle it he responds with “that’s why you can’t find a boyfriend” lol and she thinks he’s cheeky but kind. They take it to the self checkout but Tokiwa-kun stops her, and confesses that he hates self checkouts because it’s a waste of effort. When they go to a cashier he proclaims he will pay and pulls out a 10000 yen note. MC is unable to tell if it’s fake and looks over at Okura, who is paying at the nearby cashier too. His bill is 3726 yen and he also pays with a 10000 yen note. When she asks if he only ever pays with 10000 notes his answer is that carrying small change is a pain. He hands MC the change and tells her to go buy some sweets lol.

That smirk.

MC feels he’s treating her like a child, even if the last time they saw each other she was still quite young. They return back to the house and start their second round of drinking, but Okura goes to leave, with Karen questioning why and him telling her to leave him alone and he leaves the dining room. Karen says this is why he’s single.

Karen doesn’t look happy!

Yuu-kun: Oh so he’s single?

Karen: Isn’t that obvious? No one can get close to someone who’s that highly strung.

MC thinks about how Karen and Okura have never really gotten along. MC goes up to the third floor, to search for Okura, who surprises her (cause she didn’t see him and he popped out). He hands her his room key and tells her to wait in there as he goes off to the men’s bathroom.

His room doesn’t have much in it and is fairly tidy, which she thinks is so like him. On his bed is a briefcase filled with many 10000 yen notes. She takes a picture of it.

Evidence gathered

Briefcase

He enters the room.

Okura: You….

MC: Umm, what is it..?

He doesn’t say anything more so MC thanks him for helping out earlier. He responds with that she is her dad’s precious daughter. MC doesn’t believe her dad thinks she is important but Okura defends him. Okura comments that if she’s all done she should leave and hands her a paper bag of Kuroibito (their take on the Hokkaido shiroibito).

Evidence gathered

Bag of Kuroibito

MC is wondering if he remembered.

-flashback to when MC was 15 and Okura was 30-

MC: Okura do you know what day it is today?

Okura: The day we meet with the Kawaguchi gang.

MC: No! It’s Valentine’s day. This is for you. It’s Kuroibito, a dessert I really like. It’s so popular it’s hard to get. Thanks for everything.

-Back to the present-

MC thanks him and he tells her that kids should go to bed early. She meets Tokiwa-kun on the stairs who asks her about the bag, and he acts a little cold. She goes to leave and he tells her to wait but then says “oh it’s nothing.”

MC is checking FindFriend before bed.

Evidence gathered

Café photo (from Tokiwa-kun)

Tokiwa-kun’s FindFriend screenshot

Hospital café photo (from Eitaro)

Eitaro’s FindFriend screenshot

Amy’s friend’s FindFriend screenshot

News page about counterfeit notes

Next morning when she leaves the house to go to work there is a police car outside and she feels that they are watching her. She goes to Eitaro’s room and he is ready to leave (he’s been discharged) and he says he looks forward to their meal together. Someone calls Naruse comes in (Eitaro knows them, and he is the head of a printing company), introduces themselves to MC and hands MC a business card.

Evidence gathered

Business card

When MC is cleaning up the room when they’ve left she finds a newspaper he was reading.

Evidence gathered

Newspaper

Later she is having lunch with Tokiwa-kun who asks her to go somewhere with him after work, since she’ll “surely be free.”

He takes her to a high class bar in Roppongi, and MC remarks that she’s only wearing normal clothes… (but lol so is he?). He replies no one is really paying attention to MC anyway x_x He orders a drink from the bar manager, pulling out a 10000 yen note. The manager comments that he is always bringing different girls here, but that MC is really beautiful. MC notes that Tokiwa-kun is a regular here and that’s he’s probably playing around. Tokiwa-kun tells the master to stop saying misleading things, and that he is serious about MC (though when she looks over at him he has a playful smile on so she thinks it’s just a joke). Master rebuts that if that’s the case he shouldn’t flaunt his money around this time.

Tokiwa-kun: MC, go out with me. I feel that if it’s with you I can find real love.

Before she answers she sees Eitaro and Naruse, with Naruse handing over a big briefcase to Eitaro and overhears “I’ve brought what you requested and will give you a special half price.” Tokiwa-kun would like an answer but MC takes off for the bathroom.

On her way there she thinks about how she doesn’t dislike Tokiwa-kun but it’s too sudden, and she was also taken aback by seeing Naruse and Eitaro. But now in the hallway she spots Okura talking to a guy with a cap worn low and covering his eyes. Okura hands over a briefcase to the guy and MC wonders if he is selling off counterfeit notes. She finds a memo on the floor which reads “meet at cheeky coffee at 12:00” (which is the café where a counterfeit note was used).

Evidence gathered

Memo

MC reflects on what she knows. Eitaro knows and gets along with the head of a national printing company. Okura is handing a briefcase full of cash to some suspicious guy and Tokiwa-kun frequents a club and might have connections to some troubling people. When she thinks back on all of it she knows she has evidence of one person being linked to the counterfeit notes incident.

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