#wanted to do something wintery and I missed them

[paris-in-space]

When your husband forces you to come outside even though it’s freezing.

#also Arthur’s dogs are back! #holmward #wanted to do something wintery and I missed them #I never draw Art with a moustache (except in the original design I had for him which is so far from his current design) #but I felt like it this time #I don’t know how much post-novel this is #so maybe that can be my excuse #or maybe it’s just a winter thing #anyway Jack hates the cold #dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #paris’s box of classic lit blorbos #arthur holmwood #jack seward #dr seward #john seward #lord godalming

[justporo]

From savoury to sweet

All your friends are invited for winter festivities and you're doing your best to prepare everything for a big reunion. But a certain vampire keeps testing your patience until it ultimately snaps...

MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: Written for the "Delicacies" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge and since I'm running this challenge I'm cheating a bit and also fill the "Holiday spirit" with this - because I guess everyone knows the feeling of feeling stretched thin when the end of the year comes around with all the joy and stress it has to offer... And sadly I don't have a sassy vampire to pull me through it *sighs* Happy holidays to you all!

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 1,5k ~~~

The little townhouse in Baldur’s Gate you and Astarion lived in was filled throughout with delicious smells: mulled wine, freshly baked pastries, simmering gravy. Together with everything being neatly decorated with holly, candles and more wintery decor it made for a very cosy and festive atmosphere.

Unfortunately, the comfy mood was disrupted by smells of burning and colourful curses being spat.

Gale and you had been bustling around the kitchen cooking, baking and making preparations, meanwhile Astarion sat at the long table there - one leg lazily dragged up onto the bench. He was reading something and kept stealing brandy infused cherries out of a bowl that always seemed to magically find its way back into his reach - no matter how often you moved the bowl away from him.

The wizard had come over to help you prepare a whole bunch of food. And of course there had been a very good reason behind all of this.

Somewhen when winter had rolled around and the Midwinter holidays had come closer, a thought had entered your mind and been stuck there ever since - and with that a wish.

It had been quite some time since you had seen all the other members of your little adventure group last - or friends rather because that was what they all had become. And you missed them all deeply. But fortunately there could be something done about that.

So, you had brought up the idea to Astarion to invite them over for the holiday to have a nice festive evening together.

Immediately, the vampire’s nose had scrunched up in distaste: “You’re not becoming all sappy all of a sudden, are you? I didn’t sign up for this.”

You had swatted his arm and pouted profusely, feeling a little hurt by his immediate rejection of your idea.

This had been a dream of yours for a long time: having a really fancy and enjoyable holiday festivity with someone to actually share it. Because you never had the chance to have that when you had grown up on the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

The closest you’d ever gotten to a holiday celebration had been sharing a stolen pie with some other urchins while you had huddled somewhere under tattered blankets, trying to escape the cold.

When you had painted that picture for Astarion (maybe purposefully laying it on thickly), his sassy attitude had immediately fallen. You had seen some of your past hurt mirrored in his red eyes. With a small sigh he had hooked his thumb on your chin and promised you to give you the holiday festivity you had always dreamt of.

“But”, he had immediately added when you had already started jumping up and down joyfully, “no one and I mean none of them will stay with us, darling. I had enough of sharing camp with all these buffoons for a lifetime - for all of immortality even.”

You had brushed off his sarcastic words quickly and had sent out letters to all your friends the following day. Answers had come in slow and sporadically since then - but that surely only meant that everyone was just very busy. Right?

But once you had started to think about what dishes you all wanted to prepare for this evening, how to get everything festive and whatnot, all these worries had quickly been forgotten. Gale had immediately been enlisted as your aid to tackle the massive task - obviously not taking no for an answer.

So there you were: a prodigy wizard and a former thief slaving away in the kitchen for almost a whole day in preparation for holiday dinner. Meanwhile a vampire was contributing nothing to the efforts - except if you counted his snide remarks (and of those he contributed many).

Every surface in the kitchen was filled with already finished dishes, loose ingredients or heaps of dirty pots, pans and utensils. Together with Gale you had prepared little filled pies as a starter, a variety of sides for the main course of different picks of meats and fish and sauces to compliment everything.

Almost all of it was done being prepped for dinner.  Now only your baked dessert was missing. And of course that had been where things had went awry. Your nerves had been on edge already, stressing how everything would go. Gale had not been helping with his unhelpful-helpful commentary. And not even to mention your vampire just lounging there on the bench like a cat, making it a point to annoy you even more with his sassy manner.

And you had reached your breaking point when you had pulled a completely burnt cake from the oven, covering up the delicious other smells while a small smoke cloud had erupted in the middle of the kitchen and Astarion hadn’t been able to keep his mouth shut about it.

“Oh love, I mean, I am no expert by any means, but I do think that’s a bit dark even for a dark chocolate cake,” he’d commented while he had barely even lifted his eyes from his book, one elbow propped up on the table and head placed on his hand while he popped another cherry into his mouth.

And that had also been the reason why he’d been hit with a small bun. Caused by your already thin stretched patience finally snapping you had grabbed the nearest throwable thing and had hurled it at the vampire’s head. That thing had happened to be a bunch of sweet rolls you had made as a side. Your impeccable aim had made sure that you hit your mark - and the screech you had let out had probably given it even more force.

Without even checking Astarion’s reaction you had sunk down on the bench opposite of the vampire and had buried your face in your hands while you tried to not let tears overwhelm you.

Astarion reflectively hissed and swatted the gnarly pastry away from him. But then he took in the scene and quickly realised that he had rightfully brought this onto himself.

Gale, who had taken a step back from you in caution with hands lifted defensively, threw the pale elf a sour look now while you suppressed sobs. “Incredibly supportive, Astarion, a job well done”, the wizard scolded the vampire who at least had the good grace to look ashamed of himself.

The wizard sat down beside you and started rubbing your back while he kept throwing Astarion looks. The vampire shuffled around awkwardly for a few moments, not being used to and not enjoying having to apologise.

With a sigh he finally got up and moved around the table and with a “shoo shoo” motion chased Gale out of the kitchen so he could be alone with you for a moment or two.

“Love, I’m sorry,” Astarion whispered as he sat down beside you and looped an arm around your shoulders. Immediately you let yourself fall into his touch. You really didn’t want to be mad at him. Under different circumstances you would have just laughed at his comment.

“I’m sorry I upset you with the stupid thing I said, forgive me?”, the vampire added and softly nuzzled his nose into your hair as you buried your face at his chest.

“I forgive you - sorry I threw baked goods at you”, you mumbled into his chest but you knew he had understood you when you felt the soft rumble of his laughter run through his whole body.

“It’s all good, my love. I got what I deserved and may I add: incredible aim. You’ve not lost your touch since the end of our grand adventure”, Astarion added and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You relaxed a little and just sat there with him for a few moments as you felt that your breathing slowly became normal again and some tension leaving your body. Astarion just held you.

After a while the vampire dragged over the bowl of liquor drenched fruit he’d been stealing out of. “Cherry, my sweet?”, he asked and with that made you look up again. He was holding the sticky fruit between his thumb and index and winked at you.

And for some reason that made you laugh. But when you didn’t immediately answer, Astarion shrugged his shoulders and popped the little treat in his mouth. You whacked his hand.

“No, Astarion! And stop eating those, we still need them!”, you scolded him as your partner pouted at you for being told off.

“Alright, no more cherries, but only if you agree to come with me and get some fresh air”, Astarion proposed. You wanted to protest but the vampire hushed you. “I’m sure Gale can be trusted to not burn the house down for like half an hour alone”, he continued.

You looked at him with some suspicion: “Unlike you to trust Gale with anything but walking in a straight line.”

Astarion rolled his eyes while he already got up and made to drag you along.

“Well, unusual circumstances and the like - you know”, he went on and let his free hand draw circles in the air. You just shrugged, honestly being happy to be dragged outside for a while.

“Now come, love, get your cloak - you need a break from all the sweet and savoury dishes here”, Astarion said and patted your butt for some motivation.You grinned at him: “Alright, except for that one sweet snack, my dear.”

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#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #fanfiction #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #bg3holidayfluffle23 #astarion x you #astarion x reader #bg3

[coqxettee]

How to romanticise January 🦢✩₊˚☁️⋆☾🌬₊✧

Happy first week of January completed!

I know January can be one of the dullest & hardest months, especially because Christmas is over, it’s still wintery & cold and it’s back to “normality” but here are some things you can do to make January a beautiful and cozy month ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Embrace the beauty of new beginning’s. Have an everything shower, create a new schedule, tidy your bedroom/space, organise your work, clean, plan a glow-up/plan for the new year. It’s a new year which means new beginnings so embrace these changes. Change can be scary but it is needed and can be beautiful ₊˚⊹♡

Invest in YOU. Save up money (or use money from Christmas) to get your hair done, a new manicure, buy a new item of clothing, invest in self care products i.e - A new robe/fluffy dressing gown, skincare products, new January pyjamas etc ₊˚⊹♡

Journal. Purchase a journal and practice journaling. You can do morning/night journalling, or write about what you did that day. There are loads of Journal prompts on Pinterest ₊˚⊹♡

Wear white’s, creams, beige’s, baby pink’s, grey’s & browns. Neutral colours look stunning this time of year, especially when there it’s frost on the ground or it’s raining outside. Perfect for outfit pictures ₊˚⊹♡

Bundle up in your nicest coat and scarf and go on a wintery walk. Take outfit pictures and listen to romantic music as you walk. Bring back dead leaves from the trees and press them to create a winter journal page ₊˚⊹♡

Bake - Bake anything. The new year is the perfect time to try new recipes, maybe try some healthy baking recipes. Take photos of them and write the recipes down in a notebook ₊˚⊹♡

Have cozy movie marathons, watch your favorite comfort films under huge blankets with hot cocoa, in a cute mug ₊˚⊹♡

Heal your inner child. Listen to classical music, ballet music and movie soundtracks, to take you far away to whimsical places. Light candles, watch nostalgic movies & tv shows, read your childhood favourite books ₊˚⊹♡

Eat warming, nourishing and comforting foods. January can be one of the coldest and hardest months for your body and mind, nourish your soul with warm soups, hot drinks etc ₊˚⊹♡

Start new habits/hobbies, Yoga, Pilates, (Working out in general) Painting, Crochet. Having a new hobby means you can always go back to it in the year ₊˚⊹♡

Read - Create a new TBR if you haven’t and start it at the top. Read new books and make your way through the list ₊˚⊹♡

Try frosty “Cold Girl” makeup with beige undertones for January. Try a new lip colour or put something shimmery on your eyelids. Also, give your makeup a clean (your brushes, palettes etc) ₊˚⊹♡

Take care of your skin babydoll. Use a moisturiser after showering, wear hand cream, use a good winter primer for your makeup, always take your makeup off in the evening and never miss a morning/evening of winter skincare. This is when your skin needs it the most ₊˚⊹♡

Get a new daily coffee order/go to coffee order at your local coffee shop. Try something new ₊˚⊹♡

Try going on daily walks ₊˚⊹♡

Self care nights at least once a week (working week) and set aside Sunday’s to have self care DAY’S ₊˚⊹♡

Start a new TV series ₊˚⊹♡

Limit screen time ₊˚⊹♡

Make lists of things you want to go that day ₊˚⊹♡

#baby pink #coquette #coquette aesthetic #lana del rey #girly pink #girly #girly aesthetic #girly girl #girly kei #girly stuff #january #new year #january 2024 #2024 #coquette winter #coquette christmas #pink winter #winter #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del ray aesthetic #snow princess #pink pilates princess #princesscore #new year new me #new year new you #new year new beginnings #dolly aesthetic #old money #old money aesthetic #christian dior

[gaypleasantview]

Day 5: Wonderful Christmastime // Clothing Set

Set includes:

⋆ spannersims' AF Dawn Sweaters, converted from TS4 on keoni's 4t2 EP11SweaterFrench mesh

⋆ GenericFan's AM Knifty Sweater (Pride & Holiday), converted from TS4 on lowedeus' 4t2 SP17 Sweater Crochet mesh

⋆ Miss Ruby Bird's AM Winter Sweaters for the Boys, converted from TS4 on lowedeus' 4t2 SP17 Sweater Crochet mesh

⋆ Miss Ruby Bird's CU Winter Sweater Recolor, converted from TS4 on RentedSpace's 4t2 EF13SweaterFairIsle mesh

⋆ spannersims' Holly Jolly Hat, converted from TS4 on MDP's 4t2 EP05Santa mesh

Link, swatch and more info under the cut ♡

Hi! Happy holidays to everyone celebrating! I'm thinking of maybe sharing a couple more gifts before the end of the year now that I have a little more free time. May not be the most traditional way of doing an advent calendar ever but it's more true to my culture that way, anyway. And yay, presents!

Today I wanted to bring you something really wintery so I converted a bunch of sweaters and a Santa hat! I didn't feel like having another breakdown meshing clothes so I looked for some recolors for TS4 meshes that have already been converted by amazing people in our community. Some of these sweaters have a more holiday-ish vibe, and some are just cute thingies that your sims could wear in cold weather. All of them allegedly work as outerwear, too, but I currently don't have the separates mod to check so let's just hope I'm not lying on the internet right now.

Everything is tooltipped and compressed. I tried to name the files clearly so you know what kind of print every file contains, if I labeled something weird it's because I don't always understand pictures lol. No age convesions today, unfortunately. But feel free to send requests, I'll see what I can do!

Credits: spannersims, Miss Ruby Bird, GenericFan for the textures; keoni, lowedeus, RentedSpace, MDP for the meshes; Julia Dreams for some of the original patterns; 4t2 CAS Conversion Archive for being a super useful and fun tool!

☁ Download

Important: all of the AM sweaters (Knifty Sweater and Winter Sweater AM) share the same mesh (lowedeus_TS4sweater_MESH) so please be careful not to put it in your game multiple times. I put it in the shared folder :)

SFS | Mediafire

☁ Swatch

⋆ spannersims Dawn Sweaters on keoni's 4t2 EP11SweaterFrench mesh - AF, everyday & outerwear

⋆ GenericFan Knifty Sweater on lowedeus' 4t2 SP17 Sweater Crochet mesh - AM, everyday & outerwear I think I will convert the solid/striped/Halloween sweaters eventually, but for now I only did the Holiday and Pride ones. The colors on some sweaters might not be spread out evenly due to the mesh mapping. I also edited the lesbian ones a little bit to be slightly more orange and resemble the older flag less.

Pride:

Holiday:

⋆ Miss Ruby Bird Winter Sweaters for the Boys on lowedeus' 4t2 SP17 Sweater Crochet mesh - AM, everyday & outerwear

⋆ Miss Ruby Bird Winter Sweater Recolor on RentedSpace's 4t2 EF13SweaterFairIsle mesh - CU, everyday & outerwear

⋆ spannersims Holly Jolly Hat on MDP's 4t2 EP05Santa mesh - TU-EU, glasses bin, layerable

#s2cc #my cc #the sims 2 #sims 2 cc #ts2cc #4t2 conversion #4t2 #ts2 #spannersims #missrubybird #genericfan

[factorialsotherfandoms]

TW: very serious illness, vomiting, choking, etc

A series of scenes of a very sick Forever, with massively variable amounts of time between them. They're random and disjointed, just like his ability to comprehend.

Forever is in hell, in absolute hell. Agony stems from his cheek and his hand, bleeding, black agony. Sweat pours down his face, but no matter what he does he feels no warmth. His entire body aches, so bad he cannot even reach out and pull a blanket back over himself. In his dreams he hears clocks, and smells gunpowder, and sees fire and blood engulfing everything - Richarlyson, the Favela, the Island - and crushing it all to dust. He screams for his friends, for his family, or he would if he could only get breath into his lungs.

Fingers touch his forehead - far, far from the agony in his cheek - and he tries to chase after him. There's soft words he doesn't understand from a gentle voice, and a spoon at his lips.

He tries to drink it, the warm liquid which tastes of nothing, he really does.

He chokes instead.

Hacking and coughing and wheezing, and he can just about hear sobbing tears as he's turned on his side, someone rubbing his back as he vomits half a spoon of broth and a great deal of stomach acid.

He was already exhausted, but even with help the action leaves him in the dark.

Even when his brain shuts off from exhaustion he can hear the sobbing, the begging, and he thinks - don't you know I want this to end too?

---

"Forever? I'm sorry I can't stay, but I need to go look after Richas. He's awake now! He misses you. So... You've got to wake up, okay? I don't want to risk him getting sick, too, so you've got to get better so you can cuddle him. You'll be okay while I'm gone? I hope so. I'll be back really soon, I promise, I know for all you pretend otherwise you hate being alone. I'd get Bad to sit with you, but... He's also sick, and I'm really worried one of you would end up killing the other. It's a different sick, and I don't think you'll manage two..."

---

Forever wakes in the middle of the night. He's too hot, or maybe too cold, and something's missing - where is Richarlyson, where is his son? Wasn't his son sick? He should find him - he needs to find him.

In a blur he cannot quite remember the details, but he knows he needs his baby. Blankets drag after him as he wanders the halls of his house, calling for his Richas in a voice barely audible as he does. His voice cracks and breaks on every note, and leaves him hunched in a coughing fit every third. Still, still, he needs his baby - where is his baby?

"Richas," he calls, wandering the silent hallways and empty gardens with nothing but a blanket between him and wintery air. "Richas?"

He isn't sure where he is, but he keeps looking for his son until the sun rises and his body gives in and collapses.

---

"Forever! Forever can you hear me?!"

"Shit, Pac, what happened?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I came with food and he was missing and then I found him here."

"Shit, okay, let's... Let's just get him inside. You get his legs, okay?"

"Okay."

"Fuck he's burning up - have you managed to get him to keep water down yet?"

"No, not yet, we might need to... He needs a doctor, Fit, a real one."

"One problem at a time, Pac; we'll get him inside then we'll work that out."

"I don't think we should leave him alone any more. I'd ask Bad, but..."

"But he's... Fuck. Okay. Let's just get him safe, I'll grab some IVs from the Order, and then we'll see who we can find. Baby steps, Pac, remember the baby steps."

---

It's dark and it's cold and the world is made of ice. After so long in the Nether, Forever's body can't handle it any more. There's a blanket over him, but it seems to do nothing for the frozen chill.

He reaches out, tries to find another, or maybe pull the cushions of the couch onto himself, but he doesn't find softness - he finds metal.

Confused he tries to wake up more, but then someone takes his hand.

"Go back to sleep," the owner of the hand tells him. "You'll... You'll feel better in the morning."

Forever tries to tell him it's too cold; he's gently shushed, the tears that drip onto his face equally cold.

The tears should be warm.

With that realisation, Forever is absolutely certain that he is going to die. In a single moment of clarity that reality hits him - he's going to die, and it won't be a death he can come back from.

"Please, Forever, sleep," the person with him begs again.

If he dies now... If he dies now he dies in the cold, but he won't be alone.

It's a better death than he could have hoped for, to not be alone when it happens.

---

"How is he doing?"

"It... It's.. He's... He's dying, Bagi. He's dying, and there's nothing we can do."

"Is there medicine that would help? Maybe if we ask the Federation... They hate us, but surely they don't want their President to die?"

"We're already giving him everything we have... Nothing seems to be working. I- I can't- We're doing everything! I don't know how to help him, I don't know how to help anyone!"

"Surely there's something else? There has to be? We- There must be a way we can help him. You made the cure for the happy pills, right? That's what Fit said - can you make anything for this?"

"I... I can try? The lab is still set up, but I'm not sure what else I can do... And it takes so long - I don't even know where to start, we don't even know what's wrong with him! I can't- I- I'd need to work that out first, and I don't... I don't think he has that long..."

"Anything, Pac, anything is better than this!"

"I know that! Can't you see I'm trying! I'm doing everything I can!"

"There's got to be something!"

"If there was don't you think I'd be doing it already?!"

"Pac!"

"..."

"... Pac?"

---

Forever wakes in agony and with a scream - he's burning and burning in fires of his own creation, a thousand totems shattered as the ground explodes around him. There's something on - in - his body, twisting and curling and fighting in. He sobs and he screams with everything he has, trying to escape what is already inside.

Meaningless words, meaningless voices, but the arms which grab him and pull him into a hug make sense.

He's in pain, he doesn't understand, his head is on fire and it's a struggle to breathe, but someone - anyone, he isn't sure who - is holding him like he /matters/.

He sobs into their neck and takes the gentle nonsense-noises he can, until a second someone starts nudging his face. He doesn't have the strength to object, even as they put pills in his mouth, and a glass to his lips.

This time he manages to swallow, but it hurts - it hurts so much, he feels them all the way down as his throat tries to reject them.

Fingers in his hair try to soothe him, but he sobs again as a broth is dripped from a spoon to his lips - it hurts less than the pills, the warmth soothes the daggers in his throat, but it hurts it still hurts it still hurts.

Forever must whine, because the soothing from the person holding him gets a little more insistent. The other voice is saying something, too, gently wiping spilt broth from his chin. He can't follow it even slightly, despite recognising their voice as his native Portuguese.

After a little bit they put him back under the now strangely dry covers. He tries to grab, to cling to the comfort; the person hugging him still lets go, but then sits beside the bed, holding the hand that doesn't burn and brushing sticky hair from his forehead.

He tries to focus on that instead of the agony as he drifts to sleep once again.

---

"Thank fuck for that."

"Phil?"

"We managed to get him to swallow your pills, Pac - and some food. Seems the fever might finally be coming down."

"Thank you, thank you - let me check."

"Go ahead, and Bagi's the one who actually got him to swallow. I was just moral support."

"Okay, okay..."

"How's he doing?"

"Bad. Better, but bad."

"Better is about all we can ask... You'll be alright with him?"

"Fit's coming soon; we'll be okay."

"You're doing great, Pac, just remember to get some sleep yourself."

---

Everything aches and everything hurts, but Forever can at least think when he wakes up. He's drenched in sweat, and even turning his head feels like more energy than he has. There's wires and needles and monitors covering him, but he's not at the hospital - it looks like his base.

Not the couch, though - he remembers passing out on the couch.

Instead he's on a bed he definitely doesn't own, and FitMC of all people is dozing on his couch. And asleep beside him, holding his hand tight, is Pac.

He looks at his friend, and breathes.

The breath becomes a cough, and it startles Pac awake. Forever watches his eyes jump immediately to the monitors, only relaxing when he's read them.

And then Pac's eyes turn down, and he asks "Forever?"

"Hi," Forever doesn't quite have the strength to form words fully, but he mouths them and hopes he's understood.

"How are you feeling?"

Forever decides on just pulling a face; it earns a laugh, which quickly turns to unusually quiet tears.

"I'll let the others know you're awake," Pac smiles with the tears. "Just give them a minute."

"What-?" Forever tries to ask.

Pac puts tablets to his lips, and makes him swallow them with a 'shhh'.

The things taste foul - too foul to be any concoction of the Federation.

"The eggs are all awake," Pac starts with that information. "Some are having a bit of trouble with the new eggs, but I'm sure it'll settle down soon. We haven't heard anything from the Federation except a new happiness system, and it's been quiet. But... But some people are still missing - Baghera and Cellbit and Max and Foolish... Maybe more. And Bad is also really sick."

"With-?" Forever's voice fails; his bad hand manages just about to twitch.

Pac shakes his head, "he won't let us see, but there's memory loss. I think... Maybe the nuke caught him?"

Nuke? Forever's body seizes at the very thought of it - of a nuke, or a world eater, or-

He can't continue the thought, because something small barrels into his chest. Small, with a mooshroom hat on, and Forever can't breathe for a moment from the sheer force, but it's Richarlyson - it's his son.

He zones out whatever the people who came with him say, too exhausted to follow more conversations - and, worse, one in English. Instead he somehow finds the strength to lift his arms just enough to hug Richarlyson back, pressing a kiss to his hat as it's the only thing Forever can reach.

""Richas," he manages to whisper. "I missed you."

His son clings to him tighter, and one of his friends brushes his hair, and Forever is still sore and in pain and can tell he's very, very sick. But it's okay, it's okay, because his family are here.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp forever #qsmp pac #angst #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #trigger warnings are in the post itself #and anything worse than generic illness below cut #whumpcember2023 #prompt: sickness

[multifandomimagines]

Snow Globe - A Tyler Galpin Imagine

Characters: Tyler Galpin x Reader

Word Count: 2297

Summary: Christmas has arrived in Jericho, and Tyler accompanies the Reader to the market.

Warnings: Slight angst - topics surrounding absent parents

Written by: Josie

A/N: Not us posting our first imagine in a whole year?! Go have a read of our last post for context but we’re so excited to be back, and what better time to do that than Christmas! We’ll make an updated post on making requests soon, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Things were different in Jericho this weekend… but this time, it’s not in a bad way.

The main square of the town was alight with red and gold and green, and stalls selling all sorts of wintery goods lined the streets for what looked like miles. Christmas music played through the speakers and the town was alive with energy and spirit. Frankly, it was a beautiful change to the often gloomy atmosphere in this town, with the tension between the normies and the outcasts constantly looming. The holidays just make everything… different. There’s no “us” and “them”, just a sense of community and happiness. And Y/N was not planning on missing out on this.

Tyler Galpin had done everything he possibly could to get the day off today - he even managed to talk his way out of working a hot chocolate stall. In his defence, he’d already managed to get his shift covered at the Weathervane, he wasn’t going to accept a job doing more or less the same thing. However, that didn’t stop him popping over to get himself a cup of steaming hot cocoa.

“Tyler,” one of the guys behind the stall greeted him with a grin - a regular from the Weathervane. He must be volunteering, Tyler pondered. “Not working the cafe today?”

“Well, I didn’t wanna miss this,” the boy responded, quickly skimming the drinks menu despite already knowing exactly what he was going to order. “Could I get one hot chocolate please?”

The man nodded, and got to work. Tyler threw his hands in his coat pockets, something he always does when he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself, and looked around at the crowd. He was always very observant, someone who’d much prefer to watch from a distance rather than be in the centre of the action. As he scanned all the people enjoying the festivities, his eyes landed on the one girl he really wished to see today. She was alone, looking intently at a stall of little Christmassy trinkets.

“Excuse me, could you make that two?” Tyler said quickly, before the man could finish his drink as to not inconvenience him too much. God, he knows what that’s like… nothing worse than a customer changing their order when he’s already halfway through making it. If looks could kill… well, the espresso machine would be dead, as if he stared at the customers that way, he’d probably get fired.

“Here you go,” the man said as he passed Tyler down the two cups. The boy thanked him, paid, and set off toward his destination.

Y/N didn’t notice Tyler walk up to her, as she was far too fixated on the stall in front of her. There were lots of small ornaments that would be just right for a gift, and she wanted to find the perfect one.

“Hi, Y/N,” Tyler spoke, snapping the girl out of her trance. He smiled at her, that smile that always made her heart jump. “I bought you a hot chocolate.”

The warmth that spread through her body as soon as her hands gripped the cup was so incredibly satisfying that she sighed, content. “Thank you Tyler… are you sure these weren’t both for you? You saw me and decided you probably should give one to someone else?” she teased.

“I guess you got me,” Tyler smiled. “So… you looking for anything specific here?”

“I want to get something extra for my mum,” Y/N spoke, clearly back in her own mind, thinking hard about what the right thing to buy might be. “She deserves just a little something more. Something special… sentimental. I just can’t decide what.”

Tyler scanned the selection of possible gifts with a critical eye. He had never really had to buy a present for his mother… it had been far too long since he’d spent a Christmas with her, or a birthday. If he was totally honest, he didn’t have a clue what you were supposed to buy for a mother. How could he? He didn’t even know what to buy for his father, the parent that is around. He doesn’t do emotional, sentimental gifts, let alone gifts at all really. Every birthday, Tyler would get ten dollars and a pat on the back, and for Christmas? He’d get a stocking half full of socks, or something else that just proves his dad doesn’t know a single thing about him, his interests, his passions.

Y/N was lucky enough to have loving parents, both of them. Some people in Tyler’s position would be jealous - and in all honesty, he was jealous of a lot of others - but Y/N was different. She really deserved to have the family she did, so he wasn’t jealous, he was happy.

“Get this,” he spoke, pointing to one of the many items on the table.

“What?” Y/N responded, not expecting Tyler to make any suggestions.

“This one, here,” Tyler said, reaching over to the table and picking up a small item that Y/N couldn’t quite see. He placed it in her palm, the slight touch of his fingertips to her hand sending a warmth through her not dissimilar to the way the hot cocoa did, just with added excitement. As he slid his hand away, Y/N saw a little snow globe with space for a photo behind the flurry. Tyler had a subtle but not unnoticeable twinkle behind his eye as he watched the girl he adored shake the glass globe with a smile.

“Tyler, this is absolutely perfect,” She beamed, warming his heart so much that he couldn’t feel the cold anymore. Placing her hand on his arm, she looked him dead in the eye, speaking a thousand words, yet only two made their way out. “Thank you.”

The barista shrugged, feeling bashful as his rosy cheeks hid the blush that was definitely creeping up on his face. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. Y/N knew Tyler didn’t have his mother around. She’d internally kicked herself after mentioning who she was buying her gift for, cursing her mouth for moving faster than her mind. As soon as she saw his pursed lips and furrowed brow, she absolutely hated herself for being so stupid. How could she be so careless? Way to make a good impression, Y/N, bring up his trauma. Nice one.

So when Tyler’s mouth turned up at the corners as his eyes fell on the perfect gift, her heart grew fonder of him even more so, if that was possible. He just kept getting better and better.

“Walk with me?” Y/N asked him, looking up with eyes he couldn’t refuse as she sipped on her drink. God, he wished he could look into those eyes every single day. “I was gonna go see the rest of the market and maybe check out the fair at the end… now I say it out loud it’s kind of sad that I was going to it all alone,” she rambled. The way he was looking at her, eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, was making her nervous. Little did she know that he thought it was oh so adorable. “So… you can come with me, if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?” Tyler challenged. He wasn’t about to be difficult, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to play with her a little. She was being far too cute, he couldn’t resist a little lighthearted teasing, just to see that beautiful smile of hers as a light blush coloured her cheeks.

“Yes, Tyler,” she replied. “I’d like you to come with me.”

***

A few hours had passed, yet it barely felt like a few minutes. The pair had eaten German sausages, added ornaments to the Jericho town Christmas tree and even had a cheeky bit of mulled wine, for good measure. When your dad is the sheriff, you can get away with these things.

Eventually, the fairground at the end of the market trail was in front of them, rides flashing with bright lights. There was definitely a lot to take in, but they both agreed they wanted to try out the ferris wheel first.

The crowd was very busy that evening. There were families with small kids, teens running around with their friends, and just about every kind of person at the fair, which definitely made it easy to lose your companions in the crowd. Using this as a wonderfully convenient excuse, Tyler reached down and embraced Y/N’s hand with his own, lacing their fingers together. Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Didn’t wanna lose you in the crowd before we got to the ferris wheel… that would kind of suck,” he shrugged, before heading off in the direction of the large ride. The ferris wheel was lit up a beautiful red, the colour of the holidays, casting a ruby glow on the pair’s faces. As they waited in the queue, Tyler looked down at the girl he wanted to call his, her face a brilliant scarlet, and wondered if you could make a wish on a ferris wheel, as he knew exactly what he would wish for. Funnily enough, he didn’t think ferris wheel wishes were particularly common.

After a short while, the ride staff guided Y/N and Tyler to their carriage as it came around, with the latter helping Y/N on. It could be said that he was being a gentleman, but really he just didn’t want to let go of her hand. As they sat with the bar down waiting for the ride to move, Y/N took a deep breath.

“I have a confession to make,” she said, turning to face the boy. He blinked, taken aback by the apparent randomness to this conversation starter, but intrigue always reigns superior.

“Okay… what might that be?”

“I’ve never actually been on a ferris wheel before.” Y/N breathed. That was it? Thank god. Tyler worried that it might be something much worse. Not because he was thinking pessimistically, but because he worries about her. Because he cares.

“You haven’t?” He asked, and Y/N shook her head. “Aw well, it’s nice. You’ll like it. Especially at night. You can see every single light in the town… it’s really quite beautiful, actually.”

The wheel began to turn, sending the two of them round and upward at a slow pace. After a short while, Y/N learnt that Tyler was right… she could see the town like she never had before. The whole Christmas market they’d just walked through was clear as day in front of her, the trails of stalls painted out like a road on a map. As Tyler pointed things out to her from their height, she noticed him ever so slightly place his fingers over hers as they held the bar. She nearly didn’t notice at all, but the spark that shot through her body gave it away.

“And… that there is the Weathervane. You’ve got the town hall right there, obviously, it’s where the massive Christmas tree is. Oh, and you see that light all the way in the distance? That’s Nevermore.”

Y/N looked around wide-eyed at the beauty she could see from the sky, despite there being nothing quite like the beauty that was next to her. Unbeknownst to her, Tyler was thinking exactly the same thing. His fingers were still latched onto hers, but he ached to be closer. He longed to touch more of her, hold all of her.

“This must be the most breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen, surely?” Y/N almost whispered, still taking in the scene in front of her.

Tyler smiled the unique smile of someone that is hopelessly in love, admiring her as she stared out at the twinkling night. “Not quite.”

His tone caught her, and she turned her head to face him, eyes meeting his. She didn’t realise they had reached the top, and were stopped there, and she didn’t think he had even noticed at all. He did, though. There was something in his expression that made Y/N’s heart skip multiple beats, for it was far too intense for the heart to only skip one.

“Y/N,” he began, playing with her fingers. Really it was nerves, but the girl thought it was ever so sweet. “Can I kiss you?”

When you’ve been waiting to hear four simple words for so long, they almost seem faded and distant, like you’ve imagined it and you haven’t actually heard them at all. Y/N had to replay that one short sentence in her head a good few times before she could register that yes, he had actually said that. She was shocked, to say the least, so all she could do was nod.

The buzz of the Christmas market lowered to a quiet fuzz as Tyler cupped her cheek, admiring her for one more second, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He did it softly, delicately, as though he was afraid she might change her mind, and the ecstasy he felt when she kissed him back was something beyond compare. Her lips were like heaven, the sweet taste of the mulled wine still lingering between them. Their kiss was innocent, yet emotional, and just perfect.

Tyler’s thumb caressed her cheek as they pulled away, both on cloud nine. Y/N grinned as she noticed something different - white little particles now decorating his sandy brown curls.

“It’s snowing,” she grinned, and Tyler laughed as he noticed how a couple of snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. That smile on her lips was so enticingly irresistible - even more so than it always had been - that he didn’t feel sorry for interrupting her excitement for the snow by kissing her again.

And again.

And again.

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"Take my jacket haori, I don't want you catching a cold!” w my hot boi Kyojuro please! - 🦇

"Take my haori, I don't want you catching a cold!" | Kyojuro x GN!Reader

Warning(s): None

Author's Note(s): Good to see you requesting again, bat anon. Kyojuro is definitely the ultimate walking heater. Enjoy this fic.

Word Count: 428

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“What the hell is this weather?” (Y/n) murmured. 

It was a clear mid-summer night, yet the temperature had dropped to where they puffed out a cloud each time they exhaled air. Cold gales swept through their clothes which were inadequate for the wintery temperature. A warm hand cups their chilling ones, and they instinctively lean into their boyfriend, Rengoku Kyojuro. His warmth embraces their entirety and doesn’t waver even as their surroundings seem to freeze with passing second. 

“How are you not cold, Kyo?” (Y/n) asked incredulously.

“My heart burns with an unwavering passion that a simple chill can’t blow out.” Kyojuro beamed, which seemed to turn up the warmth radiating off him. 

He looked so kissable right now. (Y/n) had half a mind to go in for a kiss, but something about the woods made the hair on the back of their neck stand. They didn’t miss the rushed pace Kyojuro set them on ever since the sudden temperature drop or the way his eyes darted this way and that in clear hyper-vigilance. The kiss could wait—right now, they knew they had to get home. 

Eventually, they cleared out of the woods into the neighborhood where (Y/n)’s home was. The cold winter-like weather remained but (Y/n) felt much safer compared to minutes prior. They hummed in confusion when Kyojuro’s hand parted from theirs. 

“You go the rest of the way. Do me a favor and light the wisteria incense I gave you when you get home.” Kyojuro continued beaming though there was an urgency to his tone. He draped his haori over (Y/n)’s shoulders, “Take my haori; I don’t want you catching a cold!” 

“You’re not coming?” 

“I’ll come to visit you tomorrow. Now go,” Kyojuro urged them forward. 

At this point in the relationship, (Y/n) knew not to question Kyojuro. Although he never confirmed it, the sheathed katana on his side confirmed their suspicion of what he does for a living. 

They peaked his cheek, “okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Kyojuro watched (Y/n) hurry the rest of the way home before dashing back into the woods for the demon he sensed earlier—likely the cause of the wintery weather. Even without his haori, the cold didn’t bother him one bit—not when he has someone he loves so passionately. 

Indeed, (Y/n) was someone he would protect with his life. That includes shielding them from the cruel reality of demons existing for as long as possible. If things go the way he wants, he will live to see the day demons excruciated and retire with (Y/n) at his side. 

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BALLERINA - Chapter One.

A Jake Kiszka AU

Pairing: Physiotherapist!Jake x Original Female Character

A/N: As promised, this is the first chapter of the story about ballet dancer Iris and physiotherapist Jake. I apologize in advance for any mistakes and I really hope you like this. I had this idea in my mind for quite some time, I am so happy to finally be able to share it with you. This story is a slowburn.

Don't hesitate to let me know what you think about this!

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings for this chapter: talking of bad injuries and medical stuff (I am not an expert, so I apologise for any inaccuracies), poor mental health, talking of depression, death and suicide (only hinted at), panic attack, Jake is a sweetheart.

I think that's all. Let me know if I missed something.

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Dancing had always been one of Iris's biggest passions, ever since she was very little.

As far as she could remember, she always danced.

Even her mother told her so.

Even before learning how to walk properly, she would stumble around dancing to every kind of sound she heard.

Even the random advertising jingles she heard on television spurred her on to move in rhythm.

So it was obvious for Iris, and for everyone else around her, that when she had to decide which career to pursue in her life, she had chosen dancing.

She had to make many sacrifices, but the satisfaction she felt because of her talent and dedication repaid her for every night spent practicing and every party she had to skip through her teenage years, to pursue her dream to become a ballet dancer.

Iris absolutely lived and breathed dancing and she couldn't even imagine what would become of her if she couldn't dance anymore.

~

It was a wintery Saturday evening like many others.

It was very late and the weather was awful.

There was a thin layer of snow on the pavement that creaked softly under her every step.

Big cottony flakes were falling slowly all around her, making her cheeks sting every time one touched her skin, like invisible freezing kisses.

Iris had been practicing a very difficult part for an upcoming audition she had been both dreading and longing for almost three years.

And she was absolutely knackered because of how many times she replayed it alone in her practice room.

She was finally heading home, to her little rented flat.

It wasn't that far away but she was walking fast anyway.

It was cold and she just wanted to shower and go straight to bed wrapped up in a soft blanket.

She was crossing a road on the pedestrian crossing and, suddenly, she was blinded by white headlights that weren't there a second before.

She heard the loud screeching of tires and the sound of a car swerving onto the pavement and a loud crash.

Then darkness swallowed her and everything around her.

~

She woke up in an anonymous hospital room, after two days of complete unconsciousness. She knew this because a nurse happened to be in her room when she woke and told her with a grimace that it was Monday.

The last day she remembered something from was Saturday.

Her head hurt, but she could feel pain everywhere.

She had IVs in both arms.

She took a while to focus on her surroundings, also because her eyes kept closing. It was so difficult to keep them open for more than two seconds without having to close them, due to the bright light coming from the windows.

She suspected it had also something to do with the analgesic they were probably keeping her on, to make her pain somewhat bearable.

She didn't remember anything so started to panic because she didn't recognise her surroundings.

The nurse approached her immediately and tried to comfort her.

"Where am I?" She asked her feebly in a whisper.

"You are at Saint James hospital darling, you were brought here at two in the morning two days ago." The nurse replied gently, trying not to scare her more, treating her like a caged wild animal.

Iris tried to move, but felt a jolt of pain in her right leg.

"No no, darling, don't move," the nurse said, worried.

This time Iris asked her the question she dreaded the answer the most.

"Why am I here?" The girl inquired, voice shaking.

The kind nurse didn't answer her, but the sorrowful expression in her eyes told her everything she needed to know.

She panicked even more.

She could hear the heartrate monitor beeping like crazy on her left. She started to shift her gaze down her body and noticed that her arms were scattered with deep blue bruises and cuts.

Then, with a swift motion, she moved the covers aside and froze.

She had a big loose white t-shirt on that didn't cover her lower half.

It wasn't hers.

Her legs were covered in cuts and bruises, but what made her start crying and her stomach churn were the white bandages around her right leg, starting below her hip and going down to her calf.

The nurse was still next to her and Iris grabbed her arm strongly, stopping her before she could inject another tranquiliser into her IV.

She wanted to be conscious when the nurse answered her question. The girl watched her right in the eyes and spoke.

"What happened?" She asked again through sobs.

"Darling, you were brought here after a car hit you in the middle of the street on Saturday night. Now it is Monday afternoon. You were unconscious for two days." She said and Iris couldn't stand the pity in her voice.

She pressed her further.

"What happened to my leg?" She gestured down to it with a grimace, fearing her answer.

"I am going to call the doctor, he will tell you everything" and before she could stop her, she disappeared down the corridor.

Iris started sobbing again and she lightly touched the bandages.

She winced at the pain and retrieved her hand, immediately.

At that moment a doctor entered the room.

He was a tall, middle-aged man with kind

eyes.

"Miss, you are awake, finally" he said.

Iris didn't even answer his greeting.

She went straight to the point.

"What happened to my leg?" She asked, her voice was harsh and cold.

He watched her closely then answered honestly.

"A car hit you in the middle of the street a couple of blocks away from here. They left you there without calling an ambulance, but some people saw the incident and called the hospital. The doctors stabilized you and then brought you here. You haven't suffered any kind of brain damage, but you have a concussion and your leg was broken in two different places." He came closer and motioned to her bandages.

"You suffered the fracture of the femur and of tibia and fibula, here and here" he pointed at her leg but she didn't see him do that.

She didn't even hear him finish his explanation.

In the middle of his speech her brain had stopped working.

She was transfixed.

The word fracture was burning in bold letters in her mind every time she blinked.

She started to panic seriously.

She almost yanked away all her IVs and the nurses and the doctor had to physically hold her down to prevent further damages.

Iris felt something sting in her leg and the bandages started to soak with dark blood.

She was screaming horribly like a mad woman and they had to sedate her.

Everything around her turned dark again.

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Once Iris re-emerged from deep induced sleep, she felt even more tired than before.

She couldn't keep her eyes open and her head straight.

She didn't even have the strength to speak.

She heard a voice next to her.

She recognised it.

It was the same nurse, she was telling her something she couldn't understand.

Iris felt her hand lightly brush away her hair from her face.

She felt like crying.

She remembered everything that happened and the physical and psychological pain immediately cleared her mind, unfortunately.

She didn't want to think about it.

She didn't want to think, at all.

At that moment, she wished that the car had killed her instead of leaving her like this.

Alive but damaged.

Deep down, she already knew she wouldn't be able to dance anymore.

A friend of hers some years prior had to quit for minor injuries.

Her heart was broken, her dream too, what was the point of living?

She didn't have one anymore.

She started sobbing and the nurse tried to comfort her.

Iris held onto her and she cried all her tears.

Once she didn't have any more tears left to cry, she fell asleep with the worst headache ever.

~

The next morning Iris woke up really early.

The nurses had called her mother and she was right by her side.

She told her that she was there for a brief moment even the day before but they sent her away because she needed rest.

The sun wasn't even out and Iris's eyes were already open.

She had still that terrible headache, due to the longest crying session she had ever had.

Her mother told her that she was going to get a coffee and asked if she wanted something too.

The girl told her no but her mother left with an expression that was telling her she was going to bring her something anyway.

Since there was nobody around, with trembling hands, Iris decided to push away the covers and inspect her injuries again, trying not to have another panic attack in the process.

She gasped loudly when she saw the clean bandages for the second time.

This time the length of her leg wasn't all wrapped up in white gauze, like the other day.

This time her skin was free, big white patches covered two points of her bruised leg.

She thought about the deep wounds that they were covering and she felt a little sick.

Right when she was about to cover herself again, the doctor arrived.

"Good Morning Miss, I didn't want to disturb you, but since you are already awake…I came here because I wanted to know how you are feeling today" he said with a calm tone.

Iris didn't know what to say so she opted for the truth.

"I am a bit in pain, and I am very worried" she told him and then she gathered the courage to ask him the question she had been dreading for the entire time she was conscious.

The one that she already knew the answer to.

"Please be honest with me, will I be able to dance again?" Her voice was so feeble she didn't know if he heard her right.

He sat down on the chair on the other side of the bed, facing the one her mother was occupying a few minutes before.

Her hands were visibly trembling and he noticed.

After a moment, he answered.

"You want me to be honest and I am going to be." He said, while touching his glasses.

"I don't know. All I can tell you is that, with a lot of rehabilitation, you will be able to stand and walk just like before, but I can't say anything about dancing. I don't want to get your hopes up, but I don't want to tell you you won't dance anymore, either." He said matter-of-factly.

Iris nodded at his words, tears already clouding her vision.

"Right now, you have to focus on starting to walk again and you will need a lot of strength to do that. You have to focus all the effort you used on dancing on walking, first. And I am here also to talk about this. We have a physiotherapist here that can help you. And..." He stopped as someone knocked on the door.

At that moment, her mother entered the room.

She had a small paper bag with her and she placed it in front of Iris. The girl thanked her and told her what the doctor said when she was away.

The doctor went on talking about the physiotherapist and he told her that he was going to bring him there to talk to her, too.

Iris was worried and scared.

He went out of the room to call him and she

waited.

After a moment, he reappeared on the threshold with a young man next to him.

They stopped there for a moment, talking quietly.

Her breath catched in her throat

The physiotherapist was very young and, honestly, beautiful.

He had long brown hair tied in a low ponytail, sweet brown eyes and a perfect smile.

They approached her and he smiled, making her blush.

He was gorgeous and she was beyond embarrassed by her reaction.

Iris was sure she was looking miserable and ugly in her hospital attire and messy hair, so she tried to get herself together as best as she could.

She heard her mother mutter something not very nice about his long hair.

"Mum, sshh" she hushed her with a sharp look.

Unfortunately, he caught the comment, she saw it in his eyes that he did, but he acted very politely and didn't say anything.

"This is Doctor Jacob Kiszka, he will be your physiotherapist. He will help you with your rehabilitation. He knows everything about what happened to you because he was in surgery with me when I operated on you" The doctor introduced him to her and the young man smiled kindly, extending his hand towards her.

Iris grabbed his extended hand. It was so warm and soft in contrast with her ice-cold skin.

It was over too soon for her liking.

She had to forcefully avert her eyes from his, his deep brown stare was too intense. The doctor left him there with her and excused himself to answer the phone.

When the young doctor started talking, a warm shiver ran down her spine.

His raspy voice made her fingers fist the white hospital linen in her lap.

"Hi, Iris. You can call me Jake, we are the same age, no need to call me Doctor." He said smiling and she timidly smiled back to him.

"I will take care of you and your leg, don't worry. May I inspect the wounds? I just want to see how they are healing, so I can tell you when we can start with rehabilitation." He said in a warm calming tone.

He was so polite.

She nodded and he grabbed the cover and pulled it off her body gently, exposing her naked right leg.

She wasn't wearing pants, so she was laying in front of him in her panties and a big white t-shirt. He seemed unfazed as he focused on the bandages.

"Madam, may I ask you to exit while I inspect your daughter's wounds, please?" He spoke to her mother.

Considering her mother's rude comment about him, he was still very polite towards her.

Her mother had to do what he said even though she didn't want to, because his tone didn't admit any contradictions.

When she was out of the room, Iris quickly apologized on her behalf and he laughed.

"Don't worry about it, darling" he said with a beaming smile and then spoke again, focused on her leg.

"Do you mind if I take these off?" He asked, pointing at her bandages.

Seeing the terror in her eyes, he quickly added "I won't hurt you, I promise."

"I am not afraid of the bandage" she told him in a whisper.

"I am afraid of what I am going to see underneath… but go on, I will be ok" Iris knew she wouldn't, but she didn't tell him.

He touched her thigh, his fingers brushed directly on her naked skin, making her shiver and goosebumps raise on her skin.

He started to peel off the bandage, very delicately and carefully.

Once he was done, Iris looked down and covered her mouth with a gasp at the sight underneath.

There was a very long cut down the side of her thigh, the black stitches standing out sharply against her skin. The wound was rimmed with slightly pinker skin. The bandage was clean, the wound was finally healing.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

She cleared her throat and answered with a timid "Yes".

He inspected the cut and, after a moment, he spoke.

"It's healing, but it should be a little more by now" he said, inspecting the wound closely.

"Oh, it's my fault, on Monday I had a nervous breakdown and it started bleeding because I tried to move and they had to sedate me". Iris told him sheepishly, casting her gaze on her hands, embarrassed.

He grabbed some disinfectant and dabbed at it lightly. She flinched a little because of the cold and he apologized.

"You don't have to apologize about what happened on Monday, ok? But, please, be careful with your movements from now on, since your wounds are healing very well. I was there when the doctor operated on you and the fractures looked horrible. Both displaced fractures" He tapped lightly on her thigh, then grabbed a big white envelope and showed her the x-rays.

Iris was shocked.

Her femur, tibia and fibula were snapped in a half.

"Don't worry, the doctor did a great job with your leg. This is the new x-ray" he said, grabbing another envelope.

There were many screws in her bones and it hurt just to look at it, but, at least, the bones were in one piece again. His hands went back to her leg and moved down on her knee.

There, he carefully took off the other bandage and inspected the other wound. It wasn't as big as the other one but still, she had at least fifteen stitches there. He dabbed a bit of disinfectant there, too, and then spoke.

"I think it is better if we wait two weeks before doing some rehabilitation. I am sure that, in two weeks' time, your bones and wounds will be fully healed." He said smiling kindly to her.

Iris was a bit disappointed.

She didn't want to wait two weeks before being able to see him again, but she nodded anyway.

"Now I am going to replace your bandages and then I will let you rest." He grabbed two clean bandages and he attentively put the first one right below her knee and the other one on her thigh.

Again, his touch made her shiver a little, his hot skin in stark contrast with her icy one.

He waved her goodbye and exited the room.

But, she already missed him.

His delicate touch, his beautiful hands, his kind eyes and his raspy voice occupied her thoughts very often in those two weeks, much more than she would like to admit.

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Freezing R.S

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The snow was no longer falling, but the early morning air still contained Goosebumps inducing crispness. The slopes were still quiet, only the true brave skiers & snowboarders making the trek to set the first tracks of the day in the fresh white snow before first light. Golden hour seemed to embrace the wintery ethereal landscape, Y/N always thought golden hour was magical. The way the first or last rays of warm sunlight bled across the sky following a billion years old dance across the land. Perhaps that’s why she convinced her boyfriend of two years to leave the comfort of their hotel room to take advantage of the world that remained sleeping around them.

Robert was used to early mornings, but he’d convinced himself that during his time off he’d be able to rejoice in late mornings, perhaps a cup of coffee on the balcony before finally deciding what to do with their day knowing that no matter how much the temperature dropped they had each other. However Y/N’s childlike excitement woke him up earlier than he’d planned, it was nice seeing the y/h/c girl happy and care-free. Despite no longer racing in Formula Two, Robert still had to travel for work as Ferrari’s reserve Driver. The start of the young couple's relationship had been a series of stolen moments between race weekends. With the y/h/c having to share her time between her brother’s own race categories, Robert & her other responsibilities, their time together was few and far between and really impacted their relationship.  

And even now with his 2022 role of test driver & new role as reserve driver the couple were playing catch up. Between his usual fitness program & Ferrari responsibilities the blond was glad he was finally able to spend some time alone with his Girlfriend Y/N.

Charles had recommended the getaway, seemingly the only Leclerc brother to notice just how much the couple needed some time to themselves. The Winter break was always busy, despite being a time for drivers to try and refresh before the next season it always felt like they were playing catchup with all the stuff they’d missed out on during the racing season. The Christmas Leclerc family trip was something they all looked forward to, but January was just for Robert & Y/N. 

“You’re freezing ” the Russian exclaimed in genuine concern, softly picking up Y/N’s cold hands and bringing them to his lips. Robert paused for a second before gently breathing warm air onto the girl's hands. “You’re so dramatic Rob!” the y/h/c young woman teased aching to pull her y/s/c hand’s away from the Drivers tender grip. Y/N had lost true feeling in her fingers ages ago, but from the blond’s furrowed eyebrows it was clear the numbness was hiding just how cold her hands were. 

“Rob I’m fine honestly.” the y/h/c young woman insisted affectionately, but still the look of worry stayed on the Russians face. “You worry about me too much.” Y/N added quietly, she tried to sound serious, almost like a strict parent telling their child off but Y/N’s couldn't help but revel in her boyfriend's concern. There was something about the Ferrari reserve drivers' caring nature that made it almost impossible to be mad at him. “I can’t help it.” Robert replied with a bashful smile finding its way onto his pale face. “So hot chocolate time?” Y/N quizzed the former Prema Driver hopefully, her nose crinkling a little. Capturing the girl’s y/e/c orbs the man narrowed his eyes suspiciously, he was sure Y/N would quite happily remain outside until the sun dipped and the snowy ground was bathed in moonlight. Robert was used to snow, hell he thrived in the snow, especially with cars drifting. He’d gotten some incredible tiktok and instagram footage showing off his skillful control in the innocently white element. But the cold was beginning to eat away at him, something he suspected was obvious by how insistent the y/h/c girl seemed to be in regards to going back inside. “Do you really want to go inside?” Robert asked. 

Shrugging for a second  Y/N nodded, “I’m starting to get a little cold.” Y/N admitted. The snow would still be there later, there was no rush. “Plus I have an idea of how to warm you up.” the y/h/c young woman teased, sneaking forward to place a chaste kiss on the corner of the surprised man's lips before walking away. 

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y/nleclerc love spending time with you away from the rush of life (I remembered my gloves this time) ❤️

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| y/n_leclerc Arthur s'en va ou je le dirai à maman

F2artieleclerc aw sibling love

robertshwartzman I think you mean I remembered your gloves….

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charles_leclerc enjoy yourselves but come home soon

y/n4ever when is it my turn to be a leclerc… can Pascal adopt me plz

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[novantinuum]

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Rating: G Words: 1.7K~ Summary: heart•song (n.): An expression of our most inner being, identity, and reason for existence – what twists and turns of life have led us here, to this dangerous place? And by what strength do we keep enduring? - Or: For a sage to give one their vow, first there must be vulnerability. (A collection of shorts exploring the bond between each sage and Link.)

Some Tulin and Link bonding content for y'all today! I have a lil' one-shot planned for every single TotK sage.

NOTE: This fic contains TotK main quest spoilers.

If you enjoy, I’d heartily appreciate your support via reblogs here and/or comments/kudos on AO3! Thanks <3

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One: Tulin

The bitting air chill produced by the monumental cyclone they’re approaching is almost enough to send a shiver down his spine, downy feathers be damned.

Tulin tucks his wings in tight and scoots himself closer to the fire Link just lit, its delicate flames protected from the merciless touch of this wintery weather within a little alcove they spotted in the ruins midway up the Rising Island Chain. It’s not an impressive fire by any means— not like one of Gesane’s massive hillside beacons— but it’s more than enough to keep warm and cook a quick meal over. 

Of course, resting and eating are the last two things he wants to focus on right now with the well-being of his whole village at stake.

He lets out a faint huff, his warm breath condensing into a foggy cloud that‘s rapidly whisked away by the wind. Restless talons rap against the sky platform’s aged stonework. Nothing about this quest has panned out as expected so far, and it’s super frustrating to him. First his prized bow got stolen by monsters— and that’s embarrassing enough on its own— but then he’s been lagging behind Link all the way up these freezing cold islands… struggling to recover his full stamina after continuous use of his wind burst powers. He just feels… so, so small— so guilty, as if… he’s somehow letting his whole village down if he allows himself to slow down and rest for even more than a minute. 

“Do we really have to break now?” he halfheartedly protests, fighting to keep his beak from chattering between syllables. “We’re like, halfway there!”

“Your stomach’s rumbling,” is all Link signs in response, before reaching into his bag.

Tulin’s features scrunch into a grimace as he realizes the Hylian is clearly attempting to spare his feelings. After all, it’s not a coincidence that Link suggested setting up camp right after watching him lose air momentum and almost miss his landing on this latest chunk of island.

He may be foolish sometimes, may be in way, way over his head up here, but he’s far from ignorant.

Or at least, he’d really like to believe so.

After a minute or so of rummaging through various pockets and flaps, his traveling partner retrieves two metal skewers and a handful of peppers and cubed venison from his supplies. (Good grief, just how deep is that bag?) He’s swift and methodical in preparing them for the fire— piercing their sides one by one, alternating between meat and vegetable to provide a well balanced meal: protein, and something to keep their bodies warm at these near impossible heights.

(For, despite what many of his people would have the Hylians think, there is a limit to how far up a Rito can venture before even their feathers freeze over.) 

But even if he’s anxious to continue their mission as soon as he possibly can, there’s no denying the fact that a skilled warrior dare not fight on an empty stomach. Swallowing the rest of his impatience, Tulin mouths a hollow ‘thanks’ as Link passes one of the finished skewers to him. Clutching it within his feathery grasp, he starts to rotate it over the flames. The two fall into a natural silence in the minutes that follow. It’s quite simple to let one’s mind wander whilst cooking, of course. The eye is so fixed on the outer rind of one’s food— waiting for the fire to provide that perfect, smoky singe— that the auditory senses are left free to explore whatever else they desire. Like the rhythmic crackling of embers from beneath the wood, or the wailing gusts intermittently slamming into the sides of the toppled Zonai ruins that form their alcove.

Swallowing, he traces the path of the wind towards the very edge of the sky island just a few talon lengths away… marvels at how far down the steep mountain peaks of Hebra are.

“Y’know,” he begins with hesitance, forcing himself to glance away from the daunting view of The Down Below, “I don’t think I’ve ever flown so high before.“

Long pause.

He glances back towards Link. His friend doesn’t move to respond at first, clutching his skewer with both hands, but he can tell he’s paying attention from the way he shifts his head, angling his ear so he can catch his voice over the air’s violent whistling. 

“Sometimes,” he continues, “it felt like… I dunno. Like even though I wanted to prove myself to my dad, wanted to explore the furthest reaches of this sky… it just wasn’t the right time yet.”

“And is it the right time now?” Link asks, almost so quiet so as to be imperceptible. It’s actually a little jarring— he doesn’t hear the man speak out loud too often. He wonders why he’s chosen to do so today.

Although on second consideration, the answer may be simpler than meets the eye- it’s probably because his hands are occupied with the cooking.

Tulin clamps his beak shut, considering for a moment. “I— I don’t know. I hope it is. Everyone back at home could really use a turn in this weather.”

His dad, most of all. It wasn’t too long ago that Elder Kaneli relinquished the role and passed it on to him. Seeing the way this duty has washed out his feathers, he almost wishes it didn’t happen at all. Of course, no one could’ve predicted the Upheaval, or this dreadful blizzard. No one could’ve predicted the village would have to reckon with the very real threat of starvation. So having to watch Dad’s dauntless spirit nearly crumple under the pressure all the responsibilities of leadership bring… it pains him. It’s why he’s been so fervent in pushing back against his non-engagement policy this whole time— because the Dad he knows wouldn’t just sit back and accept bare minimum survival when his people are suffering.

His thoughts are interrupted by a faint rumble at his side, likely Link clearing his throat. With a hum of intrigue, he turns to meet his gaze.

“Your skewer’s smoldering,” he says, nodding towards the campfire.

Sharp inhale.

Oh! Oh, yeah—

Thanking his lucky stars that someone was paying attention, Tulin yanks his meal from the flames. He summons a focused gust of wind upon his wing, blowing it across the skewer’s tip to make sure it’s not too burning hot when he bites into it. Well, at least it’s done. A bit overdone, but food is food. He certainly can’t complain after a few weeks of rationing back home. Stomach rumbling with ferocity once again, he digs in. The roasted spicy pepper warms him instantly.

From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of a faint smile curving across the Hylian’s face.

“What?” he asks, the word garbled within a beak-full of meat.

Link removes his own skewer from the flames, and gestures towards him with the end of the metal stake. “Your ability,” he begins, voice a little hoarse with disuse. “Manipulation of air. How’d you become so skilled at creating such precise gusts?”

A slight laugh escapes his lungs, his body suddenly brimming with nervous energy. “I’m not sure, actually… I was really young when it started, and my memory’s kinda shaky… plus, most people don’t believe me, anyways.”

His friend scoots across the stone so he’s sitting a bit closer, and takes a hefty bite of his own dinner.

“Try me,” he says mid-chew.

Tulin inhales deeply. Oh boy, what’s the easiest way to explain this…?

“Well,” he begins, a cold burst of anxiety rushing through his veins, “it was when I was still a fledgling… still learning how to fly. I was playing with Molli and Kotts in the woods outside the village, and then… suddenly I was alone. Someplace completely different, as if I’d been spirited away.”

He pauses his story for a few seconds to take another bite of his meat and pepper skewer.

“I was in this huge, gigantic forest… even larger than the one I came from! I thought I was lost forever— that is, until this other Rito found me, and led me back to my dad. Like Dad, this Rito was also a warrior— but he had a special power, one he developed all by himself. He could push himself high up into the sky with one, mighty gust.”

Link’s brows raise in noted interest at that last statement.

“I wasn’t with him for long, but—“ Tulin lets his eyes flutter shut, thinking back to those clouded memories with deep fondness— “that day, I promised myself I’d train until I became just as powerful a warrior as him. Someone my people could really be proud of. But then again…” Opening his eyes, he turns towards his companion and gives a big ol’ shrug. “I still don’t understand how any of that could be real. That warrior… my memory’s a little fuzzy, but he looked a lot like how people describe Master Revali, from the age of Calamity. His powers, too… it’s all so strange.”

“How do you think it happened?” Link asks, his expression brimming with curiosity.

“Hmm…” he muses, curling his wing against his chin. “I dunno. For a while, I started to think that… maybe it was a dream. Maybe all my friends were right. But then again… if I’m hearing some mysterious voice calling to me from this storm… then who knows what’s possible? Maybe there’s more to all this than meets the eye, y’know?”

And maybe… just maybe… whatever’s hiding at the core of the maelstrom will finally feed him the answers he’s craved his whole life… finally feed him new purpose.

The Hylian hums, giving a short nod. “I’ve long accepted there’s things in this world I’ll never fully understand. And for what it’s worth… I believe your story.”

After a whole childhood of deniers, the sheer validation laced within those words are enough to almost bring him to tears.  

“Thank you,” he says, his heart brimming with gratitude.

And though this is but a singular moment of validation after a whole childhood of being told he’s got ‘an overactive imagination,’ the pull of the world below suddenly feels a little lighter. Light enough to push through his exhaustion and scale the rest of this rising island chain, at very least! After all… it can’t be that much further to the top. And once they’re there… this whole mystery with the storm, and all the Zelda sightings, and the strange voice he keeps hearing is gonna slot right into place.

He just knows it.

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[liaromancewriter]

His Girls

Premise: Ethan Ramsey never thought he’d have a family of his own, but fate had other plans.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,080

A/N: This fic was requested by @rookiemartin. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge Flufftober “Forehead kisses” and for @choicesficwriterscreations​ Naughty or Nice event, using the ‘nice’ prompt, “My favorite part of the day is seeing your face.”

The luxurious condo on Boston’s waterfront was eerily quiet, the only sound the hum of a refrigerator. The ordinarily pristine living room held remnants of a party, streamers, paper plates and plastic cups. The banner hanging across the fireplace mantel signaled it was Double Trouble.

The revelers had left an hour ago, reluctant to leave even as their host pushed them out the door. And now the apartment was tranquil. Its occupants sleeping off a busy and tiring day. All, that is, except one.

Ethan Ramsey stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows staring at the wintery blue waters, a forgotten cup of coffee between his hands.

His mind wasn’t on the outside view or the clean-up in his not-so-distant future. He was thinking about his life and how it was nothing like he’d imagined when he and Cassie Valentine tested an fMRI machine all those years ago.

Ethan remembered answering her rather pointed questions about his personal life with amusement. At times, he’d wanted to lie but knew she would catch him out on it in the scans. He’d prevaricated where he could, except when she asked about wanting kids.

“I’m not sure if that’s in the cards for me,” he’d admitted reluctantly. “I don’t think I’d be able to be there for them, at least not the way they would need.”

He’d taken his time to think about the response, the ghosts of his past taunting him. At the time, he had firmly believed he would never have a family of his own. And, if he was honest, he wasn’t sure he wanted one either, not if it meant the possibility of heartbreak.

Little did he know that fate had other plans for him. Now he had a wife and was a brand new father to twin girls that had finally come home today after an extended stay in the neonatal ICU.

It had taken him years to accept he could be a good husband, and then he had to adjust to the idea of fatherhood. Sophie and Eloise deserved the best, and he was determined to prove he could be there for them in the way they needed.

But that didn’t mean those damn ghosts didn’t surface now and then, especially when he was alone with his thoughts. It was just too bad he’d insisted that Cassie lie down and rest. She had a way of making him see clearly.

All day long, their home had been filled with people. His dad. Cassie’s parents. Their friends. Fussy babies who were not used to being outside the hospital and overwhelmed by noise. Now that it was quiet again, it felt like something was missing.

Just then, he heard an unfamiliar sound that cut through his thoughts; a thin wail that sounded like a kitten. It took him a minute to realize it was coming from one of the baby monitors that Cassie had placed around the apartment.

Ethan froze for a second, uncertain of what he was supposed to do. Should he wake up Cassie? But she needed to take it easy, her body sore and tiring quickly from the C-section. He hoped the twins would go back to sleep on their own.

That wish was not to be granted as a second cry joined in. Worried that the noise would wake Cassie, he rushed down the hallway to the master bedroom. They were keeping the girls with them for the first few weeks, with plans to eventually move them to the bright and airy nursery he and Cassie had decorated.

Swinging the door open slowly, he tentatively stepped inside. He ran one wary eye over the bed, sighing in relief when he noticed Cassie was asleep, practically buried under the covers.

A lamp cast the room in shadows, but there was enough light to guide his way to the wide co-sleeping bassinet set against the wall. Ethan gazed down at the twins, concerned now that he couldn’t hear the sound of crying. And then he exhaled when he realized the sisters were comforting each other.

Eyes closed, they lay on their backs under the light blanket, the top of their heads leaning into each other, a faint gurgling sound escaping their lips. Their hands were on top of the blanket, pinkies touching.

The pediatrician had told them it was common for twins to reach for each other. After all, they had shared space inside the womb for nine months. And he knew from personal experience that the close bond twins shared was for life.

They were too young to smile; he knew that. But he could’ve sworn that was a smile curving Eloise’s lips. Or was that Sophie? Some father he was that he couldn’t even tell his daughters apart.

When Sophie/Eloise kicked the blanket away, he quickly readjusted it over their legs. He marveled at the size difference between his arm and the girls’ bodies. His hand appeared massive against their tiny frames, his palm spanning their combined width.

They were his to protect, he thought, absently patting them. So tiny and so precious.

For now, they were helpless and depended on him for every little thing. Eventually, they would grow up and perhaps not need him as much. That was how it should be if he and Cassie raised them right. But until then, he couldn’t fuck this up.

Ethan silently chuckled when he felt both girls go still under his hand as if sensing his presence. For a brief moment, they watched him with an unfocused gaze. And then, just as quickly, their eyes drifted close, and they seemed to settle down.

Their tiny mouths puckered, almost smacking as if searching for food. Since the last feeding was only an hour ago, Ethan didn’t think they would be hungry so soon. However, given they were Cassie’s daughters, perhaps they’d inherited her love of eating.

When Eloise/Sophie waved her hand in the air, he caught it. Her small palm barely closed around his finger, the baby-soft skin pillowy against his rougher one. Overwhelmed with love, he leaned down and kissed one soft forehead and then another.

My favorite part of the day is seeing your face, Ethan thought, his laser blue eyes staying on his girls, watching them fade into sleep.

He would get used to this. It was unfamiliar territory, sure, but he could do this. He had Cassie, his father, Naveen, and their extended family. He was not alone. Not anymore.

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[bellatrixobsessed1]

Basalt

Summary: Ruby takes Regina to the Blue Lagoon for her birthday.

Regina bites her nails, a habit she had thought that she had overcome years ago. At this rate she would be spending the entirety of her birthday at an airport. 

Ruby nudges her. “If you want to bite something you can have some of my oatmeal. It's got brown sugar and apple chunks.”

Regina lowers her hand and bites the inside of her cheek which is only a slight improvement. “I'm not particularly hungry.” Apatite is usually the first thing that anxiety takes from her. Sleep is the next to follow.

“You haven't eaten since breakfast.” Ruby passes her the little styrofoam cup and a plastic spoon. Steam fogs reading glasses that she may as well not have put on--she hasn't touched her novel. “It'll give you something else to do.” Ruby urges.

“Thank you.” 

“It’s just a small delay and your birthday isn’t until tomorrow…”

She very nearly snaps that she knows when her own birthday is but she bites her tongue at the last moment. If nothing else, this so called short delay is a testament to how far she has come in regards to how she deals with stress.

“We’ll get to Reykjavik way before then. We’ll probably even have enough time to explore the city a little bit before we have to get to the bus stop.” 

Regina nods. She watches yet another airplane that is not hers take off. With her luck, when they do board the plane, she won’t even be able to sit next to Ruby. Likely she will be sandwiched between two perfect strangers and one of them will have probably neglected taking a shower that day. She clutches her carry-on bag to her chest. Twenty-eight years in the same town, never leaving, never wanting to has left her with an unease around planes and a twitchiness towards airports and their frantic crowds. Some would probably call it karma. 

God, the longer she sits here listening to folks more disgruntled than she, the more antsy she gets. This chair is making her lower back sore. Her neck too. The Blue Lagoon is sounding particularly inviting right now. 

Ruby leans against her shoulder as she forces herself to eat an admittedly tasty spoonful of oatmeal and than another. It certainly tastes better than fingernails and chips of dark brown nail polish. She recalls, at once, why she stopped polishing her nails after leaving the Enchanted Forest. 

At least it isn’t an overnight flight, she reminds herself. At least it will only be several more hours. It is only late afternoon but she is thoroughly exhausted. One bowl of oatmeal later she finds herself nodding off. 

She wakes up to Ruby nudging her awake with new that it is time for them to finally board their plane. 

.oOo.

The view from the plane had been amazing in itself–a first glance at the glimmering, sparkling splendor that they would soon be a part of. It offered snippets of volcanoes and glaciers and geothermal steam. A wintery wonderland with plumes of fire and heat. Admittedly she had slept for much of the car ride from the airport to their hotel. Ruby insists that she had missed out on some spectacular views but at least she can say that she isn’t cranky and moody anymore. Still a touch tired, but she can function now. And the view from their hotel room is nice enough. 

They have a perfect view of the Blue Lagoon whose steam rolls right up to the glass door, beckoning them to step into waters surrounded by black, volcanic rock. Rocks that tower high, teeming with rich green moss. The auroras aren’t out tonight but a steady sprinkle of snow glitters in the soft lights that illuminate the patio.

“Unfortunately I wasn’t able to get thee Blue Lagoon Suite. I would have had to fill out this request form…but I was able to get this Lagoon Suite.” She sighs. “Sorry, Gina.” 

“Sorry?” Regina furrows her brows. She runs her fingers through the curling ribbon tied to a complimentary bottle of champagne. “This room has its own minibar and a private section of the lagoon!” She looks at the pamphlet. “Apparently daily group yoga and Icelandic coffee time is included in this package as well.”

Ruby’s smile returns, she sweeps Regina off of her feet and twirls her around. She lays her on the bed where Regina kicks off her shoes and lets herself sink into a plush mattress. A mattress that is somehow even comfier, more luxurious than the one in her own mansion. She exhales. 

Ruby finds the remote and turns the stereo on. “Want the curtains opened or closed?” 

“Well that all depends on what we’re doing.” Regina raises a brow. 

“I was hoping that we could go for dinner and a bath, unless you wanted to get right to the sex.” Ruby shrugs. 

It still takes Regina aback how blunt the woman can be sometimes. “Actually, a bath with dinner sounds nice.” So long as she doesn’t knock the plates into the bath. 

“I’ll call and order. Do you want to get the bath going? I’m pretty sure that skincare, candles, and some massage oils were included with the stay.” She pauses. “What were you planning on getting? I was looking at the…this.” She points at the menu.

“Rúgbrauð.” 

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” 

“Pronounce these words.” 

Regina laughs. “I did a little research before coming here. Perhaps I should order the food and you can get the bath ready so you don’t have to try to say kjötsupa.”

“Yeah. That might be a good idea. I was thinking of just saying ‘hot spring bread’ and ‘lamb soup.’” 

After putting the phone back in its cradle she joins Ruby on the patio where they dip their feet into the lagoon water until room service lets them know that their dinner has arrived. 

Regina lets her night robe drop to the floor and slips herself into the lightly steaming water. She closes her eyes and sinks into its warmth. It is, by all means, an amazing taste of what tomorrow will be like. She exhales the stress of the day. 

“Want a massage with your bath and dinner?” Ruby offers. 

Heavens, it isn’t even her birthday quite yet and the woman is absolutely spoiling her. “That would be wonderful, dear. If you would.” 

Ruby’s touch is absolutely divine as her hands work the knots out of her neck. Her meal can wait, for the moment she is perfectly content to lean on the bathtub and let her fiance knead the tension away. The right squeezes in the right spots and the right pressure applied in just the right way makes it easy for Regina to pretend that she hadn’t been sitting tense and stiffly at an airport for several hours.

She will have to do something extra special for Ruby on her birthday. The woman had mentioned Morocco.

“How’s that?” Ruby asks. 

“Perfect.” Regina purs. 

Ruby smiles and ruffles Regina’s hair. “Well that’s all I’ve got. I’m ready for my…”

“Rúgbrauð.”

“Yeah, that.” 

Regina chuckles.

.oOo.

It isn’t as crowded as Regina had anticipated, likely because she has the advantage of being an early riser. Ruby, a woman of the moon by nature, not so much; she is running almost entirely on that Icelandic coffee. 

She seems to have as much fog in her head as the lagoon has steam. 

“Happy birthday, Regina.” She says at last. “I hope that this is a good start.”

“So far, yes.” She certainly can’t complain about a gourmet breakfast. Neither can she complain about having a hand to hold as she makes her way into the lagoon water. Truth be told she hadn’t expected it to be as blue as it is in the pictures. But she is pleasantly surprised to find that it is every bit as vibrant as she had been led to believe. 

Last night’s bath had been exquisite but it is nothing compared to feeling the lagoon water on her skin and the basalt rocks against the soles of her feet. Nothing compared to feeling the water stir against her body as she wades deeper within.

“So we get our silica mud masks over there.” Ruby points. “And our drinks over there.”

“I think that you should wait until at least noon to get a beverage, unless your going for something that’s non—”

“I’m getting something alcoholic.” Ruby interrupts. “We’re getting something alcoholic to celebrate your birthday with.”

“How about we start with the facial mask first?” She suggests. “Personally I would love to start my day with soft skin.” 

“Would you like to try that float therapy before or after we have our drinks?” Ruby asks. 

Regina shrugs. “I’ll see what I’m in the mood for after washing the mask off.”

.oOo.

Ruby grins to herself; it is nice to see Regina in such good spirits. She is so used to seeing the woman all tense and stressed. To see her running her hands along the black rocks of the lava canyon as she glides her way through the water. To see her slow down for a change and pause to marvel at the sights around her. There is an almost childlike sense of awe on her face as she marvels at the small cave—their own, for the moment—hidden corridor for the day.

Regina finds herself a seat on one of several rocks and rests her chin in her palms. For a time she simply sits in silence, watching the water reflect on the cave’s ceiling, listening to its gentle churning. Outside of the cave, another dusting of snow begins to fall. Each flake dissipates well before it has a chance to hit the lagoon’s water.

 “This is…it’s really wonderful. All of it.” Regina finally remarks. “Thank you, Ruby. It means a lot. I can’t remember the last time that I actually enjoyed  my birthday.” 

“Of course, Regina.” She invites herself into the woman’s lap and lets her play with her hair. Regina moves her chin from her palms to the top of Ruby’s head. 

In continued silence, Regina slides her arms around Ruby’s waist. And for a moment she thinks that Regina is going to cry. Recently it has been pretty easy to forget just how much the woman has been through and just how frigid the entirety of Storybrooke had been to her. And how hostile she had been to its citizens. The woman holding her is such a far cry from that; she is a rather quiet woman. Reserved and private. But she is a warm person with a kind smile when she manages one. 

With any luck, Ruby will be able to coax more of them from her. She has seen so many of them in just these last two days. 

“I’m going to make a cake for you.” Ruby declares. 

Regina quirks a brow. “Is that right?”

Ruby nods. “It is. And we’re going to enjoy it on the patio with a side of northern lights!”

“You can’t just order those.” Regina gives a humored sniff. “They'll come out when and if the are ready.” She pauses. “It would be a nice touch but…” she pauses. “This has already been amazing.” She kisses the top of Ruby’s head. “Thank you.” This is spoken in a whisper that Ruby barely hears. 

“Of course, Regina.” She herself can’t really ask for more. Frankly she would be perfectly content to sit in a cracked and battered pool of some cheap hotel so long as she could make conversation with Regina. So long as she could see that smile.

She looks from the diamond on her finger to the one on Regina’s. 

She will get to see that smile. 

Over and over again as they explore the world together. 

Finally, she is free. 

Finally, she has adventure. 

Finally, she has a lover who can keep pace.

#once upon a time #regina mills #ruby lucas #fanfiction #regina/ruby

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 8, Part 1

Having made their Willow Creek neighbourhood clean and green, Aaron and Calista are ready to move. The family head to Tartosa and celebrate Deanna's birthday.

A wintery good morning from the snow dusted Yorks

Kelly: I'm freezing

Deanna: Then change pjs

Kelly: You don't tell me what to do. Besides, I'm hungry

Deanna: That's all you have to say

Kelly: What else is there

Deanna: How about happy birthday my favourite sibling

Kelly: No. Just no. To all of it

Calista: Good morning Kelly. Happy birthday Deanna

Deanna: Thanks ma. Wait, something...

Kelly: Who stole all our photos

Aaron: They haven't been stolen. They're in personal inventories

Deanna: But why

Calista: Your pa and I have been talking-

Kelly: You're getting divorced!

Deanna: They aren't!

Deanna: You're not getting divorced, right

Calista: No honeybug

Aaron: We were thinking about our younger years, when we traveled all over

Kelly: When you were unburdened by my awful siblings

Deanna: You exist to

Kelly: But do I

Calista: You know our families haven't always been in Windenburg

Kelly: We're Italian

Deanna: She means Monte Vista gremlin

Aaron: We've been missing the hills and the coast so... we're moving to Tartosa

Overcome with excitement Calista sweeps Aaron off his feet

Kelly: Excuse me I'm trying to eat

Aaron: We're just making sure you know we're not divorcing

Kelly: *gags*

Deanna: When

Calista: After breakfast

Kids: WHAT

Kelly: You can't be serious! I was meant to have a sleepover tonight

Aaron: There will be more room there

Kelly: And my best friend lives across the road here. Who will I pull pranks with there

Calista: Loading screens allow cross world travel

Deanna: Cheer up goblin. You still had to go through a loading screen to cross the road

Kelly: So you're okay with no birthday party

Deanna: I'm sorry what now

Aaron: Let's not jump to conclusions

Deanna: But I'll have a party right? I only turn into a YA once and I cannot miss that cake

Calista: People will know where to find us

Deanna: How

Aaron: It'll be fine

Kelly: We'll probably get stuck and glitch forever

Deanna: Maybe we shouldn't risk it

Calista: It has a separate small set of rooms for you

Deanna: Fine. I guess I can be persuaded

Kelly: This is a bad idea

Calista: Too bad

So we leave the deep snows of Willow Creek and head to the coastal town of Tartosa. To me it seemed the most Italian place on offer at the moment, and I need to reduce how many of my households live in Willow Creek. I built it as I really wanted the separate rooms on the property for Deanna so please excuse the rectangles everywhere.

Deanna's party isn't until midday so the family have the morning to themselves. After a quick shower Calista launches into practicing her speech for her next work shift. Aaron checks out his office then heads downstairs. Deanna sets out for a run and Kelly plays happily in the bath.

With Calista having plenty of out of hours work for her military career the cooking often falls to Aaron. Today he has to make sure we have a cake ready for Deanna. He bustles about the kitchen and produces a quality cake while maxing out his cooking skill! Well done buddy.

As Deanna jogs around the town she contemplates what it will mean to age up into a YA. Clearly it won't mean leaving home since they've just moved somewhere with a space just for her. What trait will she spin? And why did they have to live somewhere that meant each jog would end in running up a hill.

Kelly leans in to bike down the hill at breakneck speed. Yep, totally safe. He's looking forward to finally getting his sleepover tonight. It's only been his aspiration his whole childhood, stupid prom interference. He hopes his parents will let him have lots of his friends over.

Feeling confident Calista sets off for a jog herself as the welcome wagon arrives. That's it Calista, run away fast! The first sim goes to ring and-

ZAP

Electricity courses from the doorbell through the sim, lifting them off the ground. Far away Kelly is contemplating if there's anything to steal.

Deanna: I am so sorry about that. It must have got damaged in the move. I'll just fiddle

Melanie: Should you

Aaron: Don't worry, she loves tinkering.

Melanie: We're your new neighbours

Aaron: And you came to say hello? That's very... friendly. Come on through to the patio then you two

Aaron: You know, you look familiar

Melanie: My husband’s an actor

Aaron: That's it! You stared in Melodies in the Rain with our Devin. Your dark hair threw me

Connor: I knew they shouldn't have made me blonde

Aaron: I suppose it's good not to be swarmed by paparazzi though

Melanie: He wouldn't mind

Aaron: Devin doesn't mind either, I don't know how you actors do it

Connor: Unfortunately hair and makeup often make me look quite different on screen

Melanie: And this one time he had to be an alien

Connor: The suit was impossible

Aaron: Devin's said the critters suits are pretty tough as well

Kelly makes it back before the party starts and Deanna takes a final teen selfie

Aaron: Amore, come meet our neighbours, Connor is actually a coworker of Devin's

Calista: Gosh it is a small world

Melanie: Tell me about it

Calista: Devin should be here soon

Connor: We won't crash your family party

Deanna: Still feels weird to be watched by everyone

Paris: Come on babe, make a wish

Tamika: Hold on, I need to get the angle right if we're putting this on social bunny

Joey: Confetti cannons? I want a confetti cannon

Deanna: It's not your birthday

Joey: For me to use De

Deanna: Oh, right

Several of the family pull horns out of nowhere to celebrate as well. Then the group of Deanna's family and high school friends sing happy birthday to her. Paris is very enthusiastic about this part.

If we pan down we can see Deanna's two nephews have been invited as well. Alfred seems happy enough but Rilian wants to go home RIGHT NOW. I see some of the household want to watch Alfred reach a milestone. I can't be sure as I'm not controlling him but I think it's his first lot of clapping!

Back at eye height Deanna has aged up! She rolled the family-oriented trait *sighs in relief* also, drum roll please, she is the first VALEDICTORIAN in this save! Go Deanna! Updated family photo for the Yorks. No, I still don't know why Deanna got such pale skin compared to the rest of her family.

Deanna has also decided to have a spell of wearing glasses rather than fussing with contacts every day. Time for a quick photo with her friends, whether they want it or not *coughs* Samir *coughs*

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #YorkHousehold #DeannaYork #KellyYork #CalistaYork #AaronYork #ParisPearl #JoeyYork #DevinVillareal #LunaVillareal #AlfredVillareal #RilianVillareal #R0801

[raindancer2004]

Family Vacation

Word Count: 5,084 Demetri x OC (Alyssa Swan Volturi) x their hybrid twins Galen & Catalina Oneshot Warning: Fluff

Author note: This is a spinoff story from my Vacation on Isle Esme series. I came up with the idea whilst on holiday recently in Seattle. Enjoy!

Demetri and Alyssa’s first wedding anniversary was approaching in December along with their twins Catalina and Galen’s first birthday in January. Although the twins were nearly a year old, physically they looked about five-years old and Ally wanted to do something special for their first birthday. “Dem I think we should take a family vacation to celebrate our first wedding anniversary and their first birthdays” Demetri thought for a moment before replying with a smile “That sounds fun, where was you thinking?” “Seattle. It’s winter there so no exposure risk for us and there’s a lot to do as a family, for example visiting the Aquarium and the Zoo. Not to mention the skyline after sunset is amazing to look at” Demetri nodded “It would be nice to see Seattle from a tourist point of view as I’ve only been there for work previously. Would you want to visit your dad whilst we’re in Washington?” “No, I wouldn’t. He made his choice when he chose to believe Bella’s lies about you and not attend our wedding.” Demetri nodded in understanding. “I’ll speak with the Kings about our holiday and see about getting the time off.”

The Kings thought it was a good idea for Demetri and Ally to take a family vacation with their children especially since the wintery weather in Seattle wouldn’t expose them to the humans. “We know that the twins will keep our secret whilst you’re away as you and Ally are raising them well” Aro said with a smile and Caius nodded in agreement. “Renee and I will miss the little ones whilst you’re away” Marcus said, his tone sad knowing he and his mate will miss their grandchildren as they have livened up the castle in the last nine months.

“I can’t believe I’m going to miss my grandchildren’s first birthday” Renee says to Ally “You’re not going to miss their first birthdays Mom. We’re still going to celebrate their birthdays in January with you and everyone else here at the castle but we’re going away on a family vacation for two weeks in early December. Dem and I will celebrate our first wedding anniversary whilst we’re away.” Ally explains to her mom Renee who nods in understanding “That’ll be nice for you both and I’m sure the twins will enjoy the time away too” “I hope so Mom because although we’re not the typical family we are still a family and I want to do family stuff with Dem and the kids, especially as they’ll be fully grown in seven years” Ally replies.

Demetri and Ally sit down with the children and tell them about the upcoming holiday “We have something we want to talk you to you about” Demetri started and watched as the twins nodded at him “Ok, what’s up?” Galen asked “We are taking you on holiday for two weeks at the start of December” Ally answered her son “What’s a holiday?” Catalina asked, looking confused. Demetri and Ally chuckle lightly before explaining what a holiday is. “That sounds cool” Galen replies eyes sparkling with excitement “Where are we going?” Catalina asks “Seattle” Ally replies “Where’s that?” Catalina asks “In Washington” “Where’s that?” Galen asks this time “In America, where Nana and I grew up” Ally replies and the children smile and nod at her. “Are Nana and Grandpa coming with us?” Galen asks curiously “No, buddy they’re not. This holiday is just for the four of us” Demetri replies and the twins nod in understanding.

“Mom what are you doing?” Galen asked as he entered his and sister’s room seeing Ally packing a suitcase “I’m packing clothes for you and Catalina to take on holiday” “Ah ok, thanks Mom” He sits and watches her curiously “You haven’t packed our toothbrushes Mommy” Galen points out “That’s because you still need to use them for the next few days” “Oh yea” Galen chuckles.

Demetri decides that they will stay in a hotel in the city and books a room with a Mountain view after Ally mentioned the skyline looks amazing especially at night. Demetri was looking forward to a family holiday as this would be the first one he’s taken with his wife since their children were born.

Marcus insisted that Demetri and Ally took the Volturi’s private plane to and from Seattle with Santiago acting as the pilot on both journeys. “The children haven’t been on a plane before and I would like to know that they didn’t have to worry about being around lots of humans in a confined space just in case they don’t like flying” “Thank you Marcus but the point of the vacation was to do ‘normal’ family stuff” Ally replied “I understand that my dear but you are not a ‘normal’ family and some allowances should be made and I think using the private plane should be one of them. It is a long flight after all” Marcus countered “The children don’t have passports either” Renee added “Jasper sorted out passports for the children and Demetri actually Mom” Ally replied not wanting to back down. “What happens if the children get hungry on the long flight?” Marcus asked and Ally sighed before replying “The airline provides food and drink throughout the flight and once we have gone through passport control and customs, I can buy them food and drink for the flight.” Demetri was impressed by Ally’s stubbornness on the subject. “What if they get hungry for something other than human food?” “Marcus you know that Demetri and I would never let the children kill a plane full humans, their self-control around humans is pretty good for their age and we plan to go hunting as a family the day before we fly and again before we return home” “But what…” “If they need to feed in between then Dem and I will sort it out without risking exposure” Ally cut Marcus off sounding frustrated. Demetri stepped in at this point as he could tell Ally was starting to lose her patience. “How about a compromise?” Dem offered “I’m listening” Marcus replied “What if we fly out to Seattle on a commercial plane but fly home on the private jet piloted by Santiago?” Demetri and Ally watched as Marcus considered this option “That way Ally gets to do the ‘normal’ family vacation and you get to know your grandchildren will be safe on the long flight home, which will be a night flight by the way” “Hmm, I can agree to that, how about you Ally?” Marcus asked turning his attention to his stepdaughter “I agree too” Ally smiled at Marcus and Demetri. Demetri was pleased that his idea pleased both the King and his mate.

Demetri and Ally explained to the twins that they would be flying to Seattle on a commercial plane with other humans but would fly home on the private jet. “We’re allowed to fly with humans?” Galen sounded surprised “Yes, you are unless you plan to eat the plane full of humans?” “Well, no…but I thought we’d use the jet that Daddy uses when he flies for work” Galen replied and Cat nodded “So I spent time convincing Marcus that I wanted you have a ‘normal’ family vacation and Daddy made a compromise with him regarding our flights and the two of you want to use the jet? Typical” Ally replied, throwing her hands in the air causing Cat to chuckle. “We don’t mind either way, we were just curious” Cat replied “I know. It’s ok. Go play whilst Mommy and I talk” Demetri replied and watched the twins run out of the room.

“I have an idea about the flight” Demetri said as he wrapped his arms around Ally from behind “What’s that?” “We take the jet both ways, and we get Jane and Alec to act as the cabin crew serving us food and drink throughout the flight?” Ally laughed “Are you serious?” “Well…that way the kids get the commercial flight experience but the luxury of the private jet that I use for work” “I’m not going to win this am I?” “Don’t think of it like that. The kids are excited about the holiday and we are staying in a hotel with lots of humans so they will get the ‘normal’ family vacation experience that you want them to have” “Fine. But I’m still bringing our passports and you are asking Jane and Alec” Ally replied and smiled as Demetri leant down and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.

Jane and Alec agreed to play the roles of cabin crew on the understanding she chose the menu and hers and Alec’s ‘uniform’ for the flight. “I’m not wearing any bright colours and definitely no pink. I’ve seen those uniforms that the flight crew wear” Alec said to Jane. Demetri chuckled at the twin’s exchange before leaving them to sort out the colour of their uniforms.

Santiago and Alec carry safety checks on the jet whilst Jane sorts out the food and in-flight entertainment for their four passengers. Ally found it amusing that Jane was going to so much trouble to ‘create’ the commercial experience on the private jet. “I know you want the children to have a ‘normal’ family holiday and that starts with the flight” Jane said to Ally with a smile.

The little twins were excited for their holiday and to finally see the jet their dad and Uncle Felix have talked about. Marcus and Renee come by and say goodbye and wish them a safe flight and a great holiday. “I’ll let you know once we’ve landed mom” “You better” Renee replied, hugging Ally tightly “Take care of them” Renee said to Demetri pointing to her daughter and grandchildren “Of course I will Renee. They are my entire world and we’ll miss you too” He replied hugging her “Sorry, it’s just the last time you and her went away…” “I know, she scared me too remember” He felt Renee nod against his chest “If it wasn’t for that holiday my love, we wouldn’t have our gorgeous and gifted grandchildren” Marcus said as he hugged the little twins tightly “I’ll miss you little ones” “We’ll miss you too” They said at the same time. “Don’t worry Nana, I can track Mommy remember” Cat said as she hugged Renee and Demetri smiled down at his daughter and mother-in-law. “Take lots of pictures” Renee calls as Demetri and Ally board the jet with their twins. Marcus hugs his wife from behind “They’ll be fine love” “I know, it’s just she’s my baby and I’ll always worry about her.” Marcus nodded and kissed Renee’s temple.

Once Demetri, Ally and the little twins are seated on the plane Santiago gives them a welcome speech over the intercom, much to Demetri and Ally’s amusement. “Good afternoon and welcome to Volturi Airlines. My name is Santiago and I will be your pilot today. The time is 13.00pm and our flight time is eleven hours and thirty-six minutes so we should arrive at our destination at around 16.00pm Seattle time.” Jane then began the safety talk and her and Alec pointed out the emergency exits and toilets. “Does this happen on normal flights Mom?” Cat asked “Yes hunny, it does” Ally replied with a smile.

Once the plane landed in Seattle, Demetri, Ally and their children made their way out of the airport to collect the hire car Demetri had hired for the duration of their trip. Galen and Cat were amazed at how different Seattle looked to Volterra as they rode in the back of the car. “It’s amazing Mom” Galen said, eyes wide at the passing scenery “Galen look at those tall buildings” Cat points out the window “Wow. Bet they’re too big for even Dad to jump up to the roof” Galen replies and Demetri and Ally chuckle as they listen to their children’s conversation about the city.

Demetri parks in the hotel underground car park and reminds his children that they have to act as though they are human and not to mention or use their gifts around humans. “We know Dad, Grandpa reminded us that we need to keep our secret” Galen replied “You can trust us dad. In fact, we’re looking forward to being ‘human’ for the next two weeks as we get to do family stuff together” Cat added “Yep, just the four of us…and ice-cream” Galen nodded in agreement.

They make their way to the hotel reception desk to check in and the kids cannot help their amazement and look around with awe and excitement clearly shown on their faces. “First time in a hotel?” The lady behind the desk asks Demetri as she nods behind him at the twins. Demetri looked behind him and chuckled “Yes and it’s their first family holiday too so they’re super excited” “Wait till they see your suite, they’ll faint” The receptionist said with a soft chuckle, Demetri and Ally nodded and chuckled too.

Demetri takes both key cards from the receptionist, thanking her for her help. He and Ally turn to face the twins “Come on you two” Ally says and leads them towards the elevators. Once they reach their floor, they make their way to their suite and Demetri unlocks the door. The twins walk into the room and stop after a few steps, their mouths dropping open “Wow” They both breathe at the time. Demetri and Ally chuckle low at their reaction. “Move forward please you two. Mom and I want to see the room too” Demetri says smiling and watches as the twins move forward a little, taking in the room as they do so. “Mom, Mom, look at the view from the balcony” Cat calls out over the shoulder. Ally makes her way over to her daughter and looks outside “See that Mountain over there…” Cat nods “…That is Mount Rainier” “Wow” Cat replies amazed by the view. Galen and Demetri join them “That is an amazing view darling” Dem says as he wraps his arms around his wife from behind.

Demetri arranged for him, Ally and the twins to go on a Seaplane tour of Seattle. “Happy anniversary mi amore” He speaks low into Ally’s ear and places a lingering kiss to her cheek “Happy anniversary babe” Ally replies low and gives him a peck on the lips. They look out of the plane window taking in the views, although a quick glance at their children showed them that they were holding hands and taking in the sights around them. “I can’t believe how pretty it looks Galen” “I know, I wonder how Volterra would look from above” Galen replied low, his parents chuckling low “I hope they enjoy themselves” Ally said low to Demetri “I’m sure they will darling, their curiosity will no doubt help there” He replies with a smile.

Demetri and Ally take the twins to Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, something Ally hopes they enjoy as they have never been to one before. “I’m looking forward to seeing the Tigers” Ally says smiling “Of course you are mi amore” Demetri replied smiling, knowing that Tigers are his wife’s favourite animal. Ally poked her tongue out at him playfully and Demetri wrapped an arm around her pulling her close enough so he could kiss her whilst lightly tickling her. Ally squirmed a little in his hold and laughed into the kiss. Their children laughed at their parent’s playful behaviour as they made their way towards the Tiger enclosure.

Galen loved the Lion enclosure, watching the Lions with curiosity. “Look at how the biggest Lion is stalking the bird Dad” Demetri nods and watches as the Lion pounced on the bird “Is he going to…” Galen trails off as the Lion rips the bird’s head off. “Lions are predators and in the wild stalk their prey which would be other animals such as Antelope, Zebras etc. The Alpha male would lead the female Lionesses on a hunt and once they have taken down their chosen kill, they would eat their meal.” Demetri explained and watched as his son processed this information. “Wow, that’s just like you and Mom” Galen whispered low, but Demetri heard due to his heightened hearing and smiled down at his son.

Catalina loved the Meerkats as their curiosity of their surroundings amused her “They’re nosy little things” She chuckles as the Meerkats all stand on a log and quickly survey their habitat. “Reminds me of two little people I know” Ally chuckles in response “Mom” Cat says with mock offense and slaps her mom’s leg playfully.

They stopped for lunch, the children eating chicken nugget and chips from the Zoo’s café whilst Demetri and Ally drank a bottle of water each and ‘picked’ at their children’s chips. “How are you two liking the Zoo so far?” Ally asked “It’s amazing Mom” Galen replies “Yea, who knew so many animals could live in one place” Cat replied. Demetri smiled, happy that his children were enjoying their day out so far.

Demetri loved the Gorillas as they are quite docile despite how they are made out to be. “The dominant Gorilla looks after the troop which includes other males, the females and their young” Ally tells her children as they watch the Gorillas interact with one another, a few of the younger ones rolling around pay fighting. Demetri can relate to this as he would do anything to protect his wife and children. Galen and Cat jump slightly when the Alpha beats his chest in a dominance display “It’s ok, he’s just reminding them who’s in charge as some of them are getting a little rowdy” Demetri explains and the twins nod. “Can you imagine Grandpa, Uncle Aro and Uncle Caius beating their chests in a dominance display back home?” Galen says with a chuckle “I’d pay to see that” Ally responds “Me too” Demetri adds “Me three” Cat finally adds after she had stopped laughing at the thought.

Once they had seen all of the enclosures they made their way to the gift shop, Cat picked up a fridge magnet and passed it to Ally “To add to your collection Mom” “Thanks sweetie” She replies and watches as Demetri picked up a large stuffed Lion and a Meerkat for the twins. ‘What a big softie’ Ally thought to herself smiling.

That evening they went out to dinner, letting the children choose where they wanted to go. “Can we have pizza please?” Cat asked pointing to a pizza place “You can have that back home sweetie. Don’t you want to try something different?” Ally asked “Not tonight Mom. I really fancy a pizza” Cat replied “Me too” Galen added “Pizza it is then” Demetri said and took Galen’s hand in his and crossed the road, Ally and Cat followed behind them.

The following morning, they went out to breakfast at Denny’s. “I loved this place when I was human” Ally said low enough so only Demetri, Galen and Cat could hear. Galen ordered chocolate chip pancakes with bananas, with a side of hashbrown and sausage and Cat got plain pancakes with strawberries, with a side of hashbrown and sausage. They both ordered the strawberry lemonade. Demetri and Ally ordered a coffee each and some French toast to share. “I feel bad I couldn’t eat it all” Cat said “Me too” Galen added, “Don’t worry about it, they are big portions even for kids” Ally replied “As long as you’re full, you’re good” Demetri added with a smile.

Galen and Catalina fell asleep easily that night after a busy day walking around Pike Market doing some shopping. They also got a family picture outside the original Starbucks before Demetri treated them to a hot chocolate each. Ally bought a souvenir mug for Gianna as she loves Starbucks.

A few days later Demetri and Ally take the twins to Seattle Aquarium as they both loved the Zoo. Galen and Cat found the Zoo animals fascinating and were looking forward to visiting the Aquarium. “Mom what’s an Aquarium?” Cat asked “It’s similar to the Zoo but the animals at the Aquarium are mainly water-based animals” Ally replies and watches as the twin’s eyes light up at hearing they are going to see more animals.

Galen loved the Tufted Puffins especially after reading that the adult pairs mate for life, much like vampires. Although he and his dad were shocked when they saw the Giant Pacific Octopus moving about his large tank. “He’s huge” Galen said, awe and shock coming through in his reaction “I know. He definitely lives up to his name” Demetri replied. Ally made sure to take picture of the large Octopus.

Catalina loved the Spotted Lagoon Jelly liking the way they moved around their large tank. “Look at them, there’s so many and they’re so beautiful” “They are but they are also a little dangerous as they will sting you” Demetri replied. Cat also found the Big Skate’s face funny due to the way it looked as though it was drawn on. Demetri took pictures of the Jellies and the Skate.

Demetri loved the Sea Otters and the way they interacted with another. He was also impressed that the staff had taught to the Otters to do ‘tricks’ like catching fish or take a deep dive in their extra-large tank which sometimes resulted in the audience getting wet during the Otter programme.

Demetri was surprised to learn that the Dogfish were part of the Shark family. “How did you not know that Daddy, you’ve been around the longest?” Cat asked him with an eyebrow raised, causing her mom and brother to laugh “Because before today I have never visited an Aquarium and…” He lowered his voice “…when I was human Aquariums and Zoos did not exist” “Ahh, that makes sense” Galen replies knowing his dad is over 1000 years old “Are you liking your first trip here daddy?” Cat asked and he nodded “I am Princess” “Good, us too” Cat replied pointing at herself and her brother.

Ally loved the Seahorses as she thought they looked pretty and they mated for life just as vampires do. She and Cat also found it interesting that the male Seahorses carry the babies once the female deposits them inside his brood pouch. “Are there many species where the male gives birth instead of the females?” Cat asked “No sweetie. Seahorses and their close relatives Sea Dragons are the only species where the males give birth” Ally answered after reading the information posted beside the Seahorse tank.

“Can we get a pet when we get back home?” Cat asked on the drive back to the hotel “What was you thinking of sweetie?” Ally replied “Erm…a Meerkat?” Demetri shook his head chuckling “Two little curious creatures at the castle are enough I think” Ally laughed at her husband’s response and the cute little pout her daughter was giving him “What about a water-based pet then?” Galen asked hopeful “Depends on the animal” Demetri replied “Maybe Fish or…” “Seahorses” Cat chimed in cutting her brother off. Demetri chuckled again “At least you didn’t ask for a Tiger.” The twins looked at each other shocked “Why would we do that, they’re predators?” Galen asked “Your mother asked for one when she was a kid” Demetri laughed again remembering when Ally shared that fact with him back when they first met “I didn’t know Tigers would see me a food source at the time” Ally said defending her childhood self “Your Mom did at least” Demetri replies with a smile “So…a pet yes or no?” Cat asked “We’ll talk about the possibility of a pet once we’re home” Demetri replied “We promise not to eat them like the veggie vamps” Galen said with a smirk causing his parents and sister to laugh at his response “Good to know buddy” Demetri says still laughing. ‘Gods, I love my kids’ he thinks to himself.

The kids enjoyed swimming in the indoor pool at the hotel, whilst Demetri and Ally enjoyed relaxing in the hot tub (jacuzzi) of an evening. “I’m going to miss this” Ally smiled as she moved closer to Demetri “Me too” He replied, enjoying relaxing in the hot tub, his arm wrapping around her waist and holding her close to him as they watched the twins race each other in the pool.

“Dad can we get a pool back home please?” Galen asked as he and Demetri got changed into their pyjamas “You’ll have to ask grandpa” He replied, smirking knowing that ‘Uncle’ Caius would likely say no even if Marcus agreed to his grandson’s request to have a pool installed at the castle.

Ally buys tickets for her, Demetri and the twins to visit the Space Needle at sunset as the view from the top is amazing at that time of night as the city is lit up brightly. “Why are we going to the Space Needle at night?” Cat asked “Because although it’s an amazing view during the day, it’s even better at night as the whole city is lit up, including the big wheel” Ally replied “They have a restaurant up there too” Demetri adds as he passes Galen his coat. Demetri and Ally ensure to take lots of photos of the view from the top of the Space Needle, including having a couple of family ones taken by a nice female human. Cat picks up a fridge magnet from the gift shop to mark their trip to the Space Needle. ‘Mother like daughter’ Demetri smiled to himself, knowing that his wife also collects magnets of places they visit.

Galen and Catalina made sure they bought gifts for their grandpa and nana. Galen chose a pair of Lion socks from the Zoo giftshop for Marcus whilst Cat chose a Seattle skyline snow globe for Renee. “I hope nana likes her snow globe as it’s pretty” Cat says looking up at Demetri “I’m sure she’ll love it, especially as it’s a gift from you” He replied, giving his daughter a hug.

“I can’t believe we’re going home tomorrow, it’s gone so quick” Galen said as he helped Ally pack their cases “I know sweetie, but all good holidays have to end sometime” She replied “It wasn’t a good holiday Mom…” Ally’s smile dropped at the thought that her children didn’t have as much fun as she hoped they would “…It was a great holiday and I can’t wait for the next one” He replied with a smile “Nor me” Cat added smiling “I too have enjoyed our first family holiday and look forward to many many more” Demetri said with a smile of his own and closed the suitcases.

Once back at the castle, the twins were excited to see the grandparents and tell them all about their holiday. “Grandpa” “Nana” The twins call out as they run towards them, their little suitcases forgotten about in the large hall. “I’ll grab these” Santiago said before Demetri could take them “Thanks” Demetri replied with a nod “The castle’s been quiet without them around” Santiago mused aloud “Are you saying my kids are loud?” Ally smirked “Not loud per se…” He chuckled low “…Let’s just say the castle felt different without them running around” Demetri nodded in understanding, remembering how the castle was before his children were born.

“How was your holiday?” Renee asked as Demetri and Ally followed her, Marcus and the twins into their room “It was amazing Nana” Cat replied “We went to the Zoo and the Aquarium and got to see sooo many animals” Galen added smiling “Dem and I took lots of pictures so I can put an album together” Ally said smiling at her mom. “What else did you do?” Marcus asked “Erm…shopping, exploring Seattle. We even went to Alki beach but it was too cold to play on it as we were playing human” Galen replied and winked at his grandpa “That was easy for us as we are half human” Cat added smiling and the four adults nodded in response. “Oh, we have gifts for you both” Galen says “You didn’t have to do that” Marcus replies “We know Grandpa but we wanted to buy you something” Cat replied as Galen handed him the pair of Lion socks “They’re predators just like us” “Thank you Galen” Marcus smiles and Renee smiles at Cat as she looks at the snow globe “Thank you Cat, it’s very pretty.”

“We liked the hotel we stayed in too, we had a suite with two bedrooms and a balcony that had a view of the mountains” Cat told Renee, Galen nodded “We got to swim in the indoor pool each evening too, which was fun…” Galen added before turning to face Marcus “Grandpa, do you think we could get a pool here at the castle?” “I’m assuming you don’t mean an inflatable pool?” Renee asked with a chuckle “What’s an inflatable pool?” Cat asked confused “It’s a pool that inflates and can be used outside but they aren’t as big as the hotel pool” Ally answered her daughter’s question. “I meant a pool like at the hotel” Galen clarifies and Marcus nods “I’ll see what I can do for you both” He replies smiling and hugs the twins close, having missed them terribly whilst they were away.

“Should we expect a swimming pool to be added to the castle then?” Ally asked Demetri quietly, he chuckled lightly “Probably. Marcus loves his grandchildren dearly and I think he’ll get one built for them” Ally nodded and smiled “Well in that case as his ‘daughter’ I may just ask him for a hot tub…you know for us adults to relax in after a long day” She ran her fingers down his chest and winked at him “You my darling are a genius” Demetri replied before capturing her lips in a loving kiss.

Aro and Caius were a little shocked when Marcus announced that the castle was to undergo some building work on the lowest level to accommodate an indoor heated pool and a hot tub. “This has Ally and the twins written all over it” Caius smirked and Aro nodded smiling “It’ll be good to modernise the castle a little and as it’s his idea he can deal with the human builders” “You are a genius brother” Caius replied smiling, knowing he, Aro and the queens could reap the benefits without any of the work it involved.

#demetri volturi #felix volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #demetri x ally #marcus volturi #caius volturi #aro volturi #renee volturi #volturi #twilight

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Beauty found in the harsh winter

(Childe x fem reader) ft. Pulcinella shipping reader-cham

Thank you guys for the 50 likes from the last one, so I made Childe x reader asap (Unedited)

using the name Childe instead of Ajax

Tw: bit of Yandere, a bit of Dacryphilia. 

It wasn’t long before Capitano had brought you to his estate in the wintery lands of Snezhnaya. It even took a while to even get used to the harsh nature around you with how formal everyone is. You didn’t need to lift a single finger to work around the house, and wondered if your mother had wished to live in a grandiose Mansion like this. Wearing expensive clothing, eating thick cuts of the most expensive meat. The screeches of your Mother would not go unheard in your mind.

“___-!” “hellooooo? Teyvat to _____!” Spoke the ginger haired squire, or you at least thought of him like that. It was your first time entering the wintery palace named Zapolyarny.

“O-oh, Tartaglia, Pulcinella…I’m sorry, my mind is not in the best of state right now.” You apologize for the behavior, which only made him laugh.

“No need to apologize, it’s this fool who should since he brought you here to wait for Capitano.” the shorter Gentleman scolded Childe a bit. Despite the cold words, the ambitious Harbinger didn’t seem to pay heed to his words that mean well for both children in his eyes. Or is he afraid of what would happen if the dark shepherd had heard that the lovely ewe beside them were to be harmed in some way?

“Honestly, girlie.” He sighed, an eye closed, hands in the air as he shook his head slowly.

“I always wondered why Capitano even liked you if you’re always so quiet.” He jests, but that begs the question. Why would he waste so much money on a person, Or even yet, why save when it doesn’t benefit him?

Pulcinella notices the distress look on your face, shooting a look at his basically adopted child at this point.

Childe coughs, trying to catch your attention. “ Not that I mean it that way.” he earned a silent facepalm from the rooster himself.

“No, it’s quite alright. It is an eye opening statement after all.” Now Childe thinks to himself, if he talks badly about Capitano or would he try to spar with Capitano under the guise of having a chance to court you that Capitano would actually use his strength? The thought alone is exhilarating to him.

“Tartaglia, may I have a word with you? " Childe was about to say something before Pulcinella added. " Alone."

" Go, I took much of your time already. I'll just be here.." You nudge Childe to go with Pulcinella.

While they're having a conversation out of ear shot.

" Oh, hello.. I haven't seen you around here, Miss." Looking up, seeing a well dressed person that for sure, they're taller than you.

" Yes, I only came here a few hours ago. I'm merely waiting for someone here. " You told him your initial purpose here.

You felt a little intimidated by him since you are in a foreign land and didn't know much about anyone here.

"Do you want to sit down here? Your legs must be tired." You offered half of the bench for him to take a seat.

It took him a bit to accept but he sat down anyway.

"Thank you." This one's more interactive, you smiled as the scene reminded you of the time you met Capitano and finally got him to stay close to you.

Humming a soft tune as the snow slowly fell down from the sky.

Each exhale of air could be seen as a puff.

"A really nice song, miss. What's it about?" The soldier asked, probably the awkwardness is getting to him.

"Ah well-." You were about you answer before Childe called you over.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. Maybe we could meet again one of these days." Quickly waving at him before he could even say anything.

"What a strange girl … " Anton mumbled. 

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"Guess what, I got tickets to the ice skating rink. Let's go have some fun while Capitano's still busy!" He says grabbing your hand.

" Wha-?! C-childe, slow down!" You tried to catch up with the youngest member of the Fatui. The puffy white skirt that reached until your knees bounced. 

"Hoho, oh the youth." Pulcinella chortled while watching the two youngsters getting inside of their ride to the destination.

Truth to be told, he had been saving those tickets for Tonia and Teucer but seeing Tartaglia with you. He just couldn't resist.

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"Babe, the ice is thick enough for all of us. You don't have to be so afraid." Childe teased as he let you grip on his arm whilst you're busy trying to take even a step on to the ice.

"I'm not from here, you know. There's hardly any snow where I'm from." Teeth chattering, another foot on the floor.

You didn't realize how daring the people of Snezhnaya are on top of a lake. Letting out a sigh of relief once both feet are stabilized.

"Race you!" Childe laughs before skating off, catching you off, guard causing you to let go of him.

"W-wait!" Bleated out, looking all around you were either couples or a family having the time of their lives. Like a newborn still learning how to walk

Face red as you nearly stumbled and slipped about on the floor. You could have sworn someone laughing at your inability to skate and you could probably guess who.

"Who knew you couldn't skate babe." He poked you from behind.

You only frowned at his statement as you managed to nudge yourself from your previous spot.

Tiny steps at a time, trying to do that again but failed.

"A-ah!" Knees gave out, your bum touching the cold floor as you held on to the wooden railing. 

Childe laughed from a distance, "Careful, cutie!" Those nicknames are getting on your nerves.

"Here." He got both of your wrists and he's behind you. If Capitano saw this scene, he might have cut off his hands as calmly as he can be. 

"Try to make an S.. no, not like that.. Yeah like that.. Keep doing that" Encouraging you to wiggle your feet to build up momentum. You could feel his warm breath against your ear.

Soon enough, he lets go when you've gained enough momentum. Seeing that others were doing figure skating, you tried to mimic them and nearly tripped because you didn't know what leg to use.

"Silly cutie pie, let me help you again." Chuckling a bit more, you're a sharp person. So he didn't need to teach you much. Before he knew it, you were dancing on ice on your own. 

"Ах какая женщина." He sighed dreamily when he noticed how your body bends, twists and twirls. It's almost like a story to unfold. 

You looked like you've been freed from worries, for even a fraction of a moment. 

Dancing and singing had truly been the thing that's been keeping you sane and the one to lean onto in the lowest of your life.

Then he noticed something off..

His cheeks felt numb, but it shouldn't be possible at this temperature.

The sky darken, with a low and ominous hum.

'Thud' something hit the back of his head.

"What the." Looking at it, it was something like a glass bead-.

"____! Stop, before the storm comes!" 

The other visitors must have heard him, else they wouldn't be panicking like him racing to get to their stone homes.

He had lost you within the crowd.

"Childe! Childe!" You cried as a terrified face passed by you, only to be pushed out of the cluster and fall on your bum.

A couple of seconds later, a few hails now rain down upon them.

There's one hail that's the size of a fist and was aimed at the thick ice that holds up everyone on the lake.

You didn't know if it was still safe but you decided to book it to land.

"Eek!" A screech aroused from your throat. Your leg had punctured the crack on the floor, the sharp numbing waters made your teeth chatter. It feels like you couldn't move, the sheer cold had already struck your bone.

Your gloved hand tried to pull you out of the hole, yet it's still a long way to go.

The muscles of your calf aches from your earlier activity. Determined to stay alive, you tried to push through, enough for Childe to find, come over and help you get back in the carrier where it's safer. It feels cramped inside, 

The coldness of your leg is a pain you want to forget, that it's similar to the fiery burns nearly a few months ago.

"Ugh… " leg still spasming, a tear fell out as you try not to scream.

Childe tries to ease the pain with little health knowledge he has by massaging it. 

Childe had you remove the soaked boots and sock to get it wrapped in a dry cloth.

The thunder claps got near to them, followed by heavy pitter patter of hail against the metal ceiling for the passengers, driver and horses.

Your heart slowed down, fatigue and worry caught up to you after your little euphoric moment with figure skating.

Didn't even notice that your arms had hugged Childe for warmth.

Terrible thoughts had invaded your mind of that encounter, where instead of a leg, your whole body was in the dark waters. No way of getting out even if you let go of your coat.

Even when the brief pain was gone, it's soreness is still there. Definitely not going to hear the end of it once Capitano knows, unless he does. His work should have been done when you both got out of the Palace.

Slow breaths can be heard even amongst the chaos outside.

Childe hugged you back for comfort, feeling the soft beating of your frightened heart. It reminds him of a prey that narrowly escapes the hunter. Though he himself is a hunter too. Even he didn't deny that cute face of yours twisted in pain and on the verge to full on wail is adorable. Maybe he was starting to see why the military leader had taken such fondness to you.

If you had your eyes open, you would have been greeted with the cruel adoring smile.

Though for now, he wants to savor the moment.

With the delicate and serene look on reminded him of snow, with each moment being unique to everyone. Even to him.

When you awoke, it was still raining tiny pebbles of ice.

It had gotten colder, you hoped that the horses were alright under the metallic extension.

Childe? He's asleep, he is handsome if it weren't for the fact he keeps teasing relentlessly. A soft, gentle sigh escaped your lips before you embraced him more to continue your slumber.

It became nightfall when the hail had stopped, Childe had to bring you home. He was sure Capitano would be pissed if he knew what happened.

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Pissed was an understatement to him, especially when no one told him where you or Childe had gone to. Not even the guards.

Capitano wouldn't want to be seen as a horrific being by you like this, especially when he worked so hard to get you on his side. So he had placed you in bed. Doors locked, him, a maid and a doctor could only come in to get you checked on.

Childe did get the spar he wanted, but now with you as a prize. It pushes the stakes even higher to surpass him. Though it would be proven difficult with how you view him as a friend or someone had already fancied him.

The next you've met him with a basket of baked goods on hand as an apology on behalf of Capitano , even though you already struck gold with that cute face you've made that day. It only cements the whirlpool of obsession. The friendly reminder of him growing stronger is a must, to give you a sense of trust when Capitano slips up.

If the knight couldn't even defend his own ewe, you might as well be his little snowflake instead. Would make everyone so much happier.

Yes, so much happier.

Ах какая женщина = what a woman (at least to google translate)

can you guys comment which ones you want? Like Dottore, or even head cannons. I got a few others. You guys could suggest, ask or just plain request in the comment or pm, sorry for not being so well verse in Tumblr. Though for the next person I do have in mind is Pierro or Pulcinella

#childe x y/n #childe x you #ajax x you #ajax x y/n #childe tartagalia #genshin x you #Pulcinella ships

[meimi-haneoka]

Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card Chapter 62: Comments + JP-ENG translation differences

Hello everyone!! End of the month, we're here back again to comment and analyze the content and translation of this new chapter of Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card 😊

This time around I was quite nervous because I didn't know what to expect, and we're basically at the doorstep of the climax (Ohkawa mentioned working on the climax earlier this month, and by the timings with which they work, they were working on chapter 63). And I have to say it, I was left completely confused and disoriented, but not in the way I was expecting 😂

In fact, the gif of the month:

This is me upon seeing the first page after the color one. Come with me under the cut and you'll find out why!!

The color page

I have to start with the color page ❤ cause honestly I've been strongly anticipating it and it came true! Our Kaito comes back after 10 color pages of absence, in an unexpected version: this is seemingly coming right from the earliest period of his life, before the Association approached him and recruited him. He's very little here, and absolutely adorable! The boy seems to have a passion for heights, what's with always being upon a tree or on a street lamp like here 😂 but it's understandable, it's where people will leave you alone 😅 I was commenting with my friend Sarah that he doesn't really look like in an English setting, but rather an Eastern European one, which was also the vibe I've had the first time his backstory was introduced. Like, those shorts gave me English vibe somehow, but that hat.... He might be possibly coming from that area. I find the wintery atmosphere very fitting for him, I've always associated him to winter ❤ EDIT: forgot to mention the translation of the text you can see on this color page...it’s Lilie’s words to him that were featured in chapter 60: “It exists, somewhere.... a like/love that will only be yours. And it’ll be waiting for you to realize it”.

The power of love

Now, first thing first as soon as we turn the first page: WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING?? WHY ARE THESE KIDS WEARING THE WINTER UNIFORM?? Wha-how?? They were at the end of June/beginning of July literally a chapter ago?? Where's Syaoran's birthday gone to?? What about the outfits the girls were sewing for their boys?? What the f- I don't know. I know CLAMP said we would end the Clear Card arc with the winter uniforms (but not so cold that they required a coat, so in Autumn), and I know I missed them a little, but I expected them for the very last, maybe in the epilogue! Here it seems like we had a timeskip of about 3 months and no one is batting an eye or mentioning it. Now, either something very very fishy is going on or CLAMP is making fun of us. What are your thoughts on this?

Well, let's just go forward since we have a SyaoSaku romantic scene after a while ❤ The kids are having lunch together (all alone) in the schoolyard, and Syaoran is tasting Sakura's chocomint macarons! AND HE LIKES THEM!!! What happened there? Sakura of course is pleasantly surprised and asks him to not force himself just to please her, but Syaoran insists that he wants to eat them since she worked so hard to make them, and he’s growing to like chocomint for that reason 😍 what a sweet, dedicated boyfriend. At this stage of the story it’s hardly any news but it’s nice that Syaoran keeps finding new ways to deepen his bond with Sakura....and of course, he does it with very meaningful gestures. What love can make you do.... Sakura doesn’t want to be outdone in this “I love you more” contest and states that she also wants to learn to like the stuff Syaoran likes, even if it’s something she hates.....like konnyaku......but Syaoran reassures her, he doesn’t like it either 😂 and Sakura is like “Ah, that’s right”.

We then learn that “next week” it’s gonna finally be the dreaded day of the school event, and so the fateful day of the play.... Our poor Naoko is struggling with still lots of things to decide and to change (small omission of the ENG translation) at the last minute, and Syaoran comments that the two Alice aren’t slacking off either... Sakura reaaaally studies hard to remember her lines, but she mentions forgetting them all of a sudden....I’m eyeing this sentence pretty warily because in the ENG they translated it as “sometimes”, but in the JP there’s actually the presence of that 突然 (suddenly) that kinda.....gives off the vibe that something weird is going on? Forgetting her lines suddenly? I don’t know, I’m suspicious. Whatever, Sakura says she and Akiho decided to start reharsing their lines together. Also, take this with a grain of salt because I’m not sure of the structure of the sentence (EDIT: I checked the Spanish translation and I was right), but it seems like Akiho and Sakura are trying to learn eachother’s lines too, in case one of them forgets a line? This nuance is missing from the ENG translation. In fact Syaoran says “it’s a relief you can tell/teach eachother’s (lines), since you two have so many scenes together”. The idea I get from that 教え会えたら is that in case one of them forgets a line on the stage, they can quickly suggest it to eachother and carry on with the play? Anyway, Sakura and Akiho today will stay behind and reharse some more. Syaoran’s expression changes. Aaah, yes. He can’t really fight it. This apprehension that doesn’t let him go. He knows Akiho doesn’t have any magical power and he knows she isn’t malicious...but...you know... KAITO... Sakura understands perfectly what he means. Syaoran is mostly worried about not knowing what Kaito’s goal is. So he offers to be present with them too, but Sakura reminds him that he’s got his own plans for the afternoon, helping with the props and all. And he would’ve given up all of that, I know that he would have if she just gave him a sign that she needed him there. But she doesn’t. Our big girl is quick to tell him that she’ll be careful, and when he’s about to tell her “(don’t) behave recklessly” she cuts him off and says “I won’t. I promise”. Syaoran has no choice but to trust his girl. (That “better not” from the ENG version sounds so menacing?? wtf?? He just repeats “It’s a promise, (then)”)

And you have to give him credit here. It’s really admirable of him to have this much faith in her... trusting her to be alone with a person who’s deeply connected to someone who might mean harm to Sakura. But trust and communication, the weak spots with which this wonderful couple started this Clear Card arc, have finally blossomed and made them progress a lot in their relationship. Trust. Trust the person you love to be able to make their own choices. This is gonna be so much more relevant and important, you’ll see.

But as our lovebirds are about to make their iconic pinky promise, the inevitable happens. This reminds us that the no-touch spell is still active and still ready to fry Syaoran at the minimum contact between the two. But the two don’t let this bring them down, and resort to a “no-contact pinky promise” that ANY TRC fan will immediately connect to this scene, oh I know you’ll do it:

They’re so sweet, but dammit the trauma. Anyways.

Reharsing, reharsing....

We switch to the music room, Akiho and Sakura are indeed reharsing their lines... And it’s a pretty “strange” exchange. For one, when Sakura says “since I’ve got here, my heart’s been aching”, Akiho goes “....” the first time around. We find out that here Akiho is playing the role of the Red Queen, too. I know we’ve been always told that it was about “The Two Alice”, and that’s always been correct, but what I think is happening here is that since Akiho is the Alice who couldn’t go back to where she came from, she ended up becoming the Red Queen of that land. Moreover, the script says “they call me the Red Queen”. But what’s even stranger, is that when Sakura/Alice asks her “What’s your name?”, Akiho is about to say something, hesitates, goes “....” and then says her correct line. 

What was she about to say?

This scene got me reaaaaaaaaally intrigued. Especially cause I’ve been theorizing since forever that Akiho Shinomoto might simply be a fake name. Was she instinctively about to spell out her real name? Hmmmmm... We’ll see.

Sakura and Akiho finish reharsing that part, and we also get to know that right after this skit the lights will go out and Yamazaki will start playing his song at the piano....why do I have the feeling that the shitstorm will start right in that moment??? 😅😅😅  Akiho mentions that Tomoyo will make some arrangements to her Red Queen costume to not let her fall, because moving in the dark can be quite tricky with her dress (in fact we have already seen that Akiho was meant to have a long and queen-like dress). Sakura proposes to take a break and offers her macarons to Akiho....as soon as the blonde sees the chocomint ones, she goes absolutely crazy! We weren’t probably aware of how much Akiho loved chocomint, just like her mom 😂 Sakura takes the opportunity of Akiho’s display of passion for chocomint to tell her what happened earlier with Syaoran, and how he grew to like the chocomint flavor lately, even though he hated it before! Akiho without hesitation states that it’s because Sakura made them (if anyone still had any doubt, yes, Akiho is very well aware of what’s going on between those two 🤣), making her friend blush hard...but then she gives once again a little additional info on her parents, specifically on her father: it seems like he too, just like Syaoran, used to hate the chocomint flavor or any kind of sweets for that matter, but after eating what Lilie prepared for him....he grew to like them! That’s sooooo sweeet 😍 I’m growing more and more intrigued by the couple Lilie + Akidad.... So there we have, in the matter of one chapter, explained the chocomint incongruence of last time!!! I’m really glad CLAMP didn’t drag this too long 🤣 and remember, CLAMP always know what they’re doing! In fact, Akiho continues:

JP: “It's really amazing when someone important to you eats something you made... And on top of that, they also come to like the same things as you do”

I’ve put the JP version here because the sentence was kept “general”, not specifically referring only to the experience of her father and mother. This is because CLAMP want us to connect the dots between the characters. The experience of some characters can be shared by others too.... And I have to be honest, my heart completely melted at the sweetness of our romantic Akiho....she’s wishing, longing so much for a love like that.... Sakura agrees that it’s really wonderful, and Akiho swears to try to overcome the things she doesn’t like......like konnyaku..... Sakura immediately remembers “Didn’t Kaito-san like konnyaku?” and here I have to point out maybe the only translation difference that is a little bit confusing in the entire chapter:

ENG, Akiho: “Oh? Oh, right!” JP, Akiho: “T-that’s right.”

I was thrown off, reading the ENG at first, cause does it make sense to you that Akiho doesn’t remember that Kaito likes konnyaku, but Sakura does? Come oooon! And it doesn’t even make clear what Akiho means here. Akiho wants to overcome her hate of konnyaku precisely (!!!) because Kaito likes it!! So she’s like “Yeah, that’s right, he likes it, so that’s why I want to try to like it too” 😅😅😅

Sakura tells Akiho that she’s been talking about konnyaku with Syaoran too, earlier on, and the two girls slowly spell out what we’ve been waiting for them to realize since forever....they say clearly that they do the same things, make the same movements, and speak the same words....while saying so, they touch hands....and then it happens. Sakura suddenly finds herself in the dream world, touching hands with MCF. She immediately tries to see who’s under the robe, but the image in front of her breaks and once again we hear the Ominous Voice repeating “You can’t go back anymore” 💦💦💦

Sakura wakes up in her reality on the floor of the music room, Akiho has fainted too. The girl understands immediately that a new Card is around, so she secures it promptly, but we don’t find out immediately what Card it is.

It’s only later at home, while talking to Suppy and Kero, that we’re shown what Card she produced: the name is Synchronize and the kanji is 呼応, which corresponds to “ to act in unison” but also “to sympathize with”. Very interesting. And who’s on the Card, this time around? The two who were missing among Sakura’s school friends, Yamazaki and Chiharu!! It’s so cool that they’ve got a Card together... It seems like Akiho woke up right after, but even if Sakura told her she’d walk her home many times, Akiho insisted that she was fine. I wonder what she thought about the fact that she fainted once again..... This time it wasn’t Kaito’s time rewinding’s fault..... And I wonder what Kaito will think about it, if she will tell him once she got home.....

Sakura, Kero and Suppy reflect on the events occurred and the fact that lately all the Clear Cards Sakura has been creating are depicting people....and that’s quite a difference with the Clow Cards, which used to depict “spirits” and “sacred beasts”...Kero says that the Clear Cards are rather about “phenomena”. (My friend Eru-kun on Twitter spotted the Gravitation Card among the ones depicted here, another anime-only Card making a cameo”). They realize how all the people depicted on the Cards are in fact important people to Sakura, and she wonders if there’s a deeper meaning to that.... She even wonders if Dreaming, modeled on MCF, is representing Akiho.... Sakura really seems convinced that MCF is Akiho...I wonder if she’s right, or if CLAMP will surprise everyone.... But it’s precisely when she’s wondering about that, that she realizes with dismay: the Mirror Clear Card became transparent!! Kero says he can’t feel any power from it anymore....what the f- happened now?? Basically, both “Mirrors” now are gone: one we know is in Kaito’s hands, but the other one.....?? I have a theory on this but we will see...

And that’s it, for this chapter! Luckily, as you could see, no major translation differences. I hope they won’t do any major mess up in this part of the story because it’s really crucial. Judging by what Ohkawa said in their Spaces and from the work schedule, next one we should enter the climax officially, so I presume it’ll be at least the beginning of the play. This dreaded play. We’ve been dreading this moment since...2018, I think? I definitely remember that the fandom eyed suspiciously the first mentions even in the anime....as we all suspected, it’ll mark the end of Clear Card arc.

I’m still quite shocked and confused about the change of the uniforms and I hope CLAMP will give me peace about that soon enough 😂

I’m reminding you the dates for Chapter 63: May 31st, on Bookwalker (digital, ENG) June 1st, on Clamp-fans and Comic-days (digital, JP and other languages) June 3rd (probably), on Nakayoshi (paper and digital, JP)

Thank you for reading, I’ll await your asks and see you at the end of May!!

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