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fe-fictions · 1 year

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Where? ~oh~ where? Have those Henry fics gone?~ I needs my crowman

(I've got some Henry taking care of Robin and Morgan when they get sick! Huge thanks to @zankavogue , who compiled a huge archive of fics from the deactivated blog! I'll be reuploading as many as possible!!! U V U)

The family had taken a brief, albeit very fun and relaxing, trip in Plegia. Morgan being only eight months old certainly made things interesting. Having the whole family there to enjoy the beauty of Plegia outside war time was fun.

Plus, you were both Plegians, so it was nice to learn about your roots.

It was a magical time. Or at least, it would have been. You woke up the morning after you came home and found yourself unable to get out of bed.

You had a fever, your head was pounding, and you were a snotty mess of misery. Henry was amused until he heard baby Morgan bawling down the hall. You both caught, according to your husband, the Plegian swine flu.

No one was immune from it, not even sweet, innocent little blood bags like Morgan (Henry’s words, not yours).

So Henry quickly went from teasing you and being fascinated by how miserable you were to going into full-blown panic.

Like any disease, a baby catching it had a higher risk of complications. Most recover, Henry explained while frantically scribbling an urgent letter for Maribelle to tie to one of his crows, but itty bitty babies could suffer serious health problems.

Henry got to work on preparing you a bucket of cold water, a second bucket for the kerchiefs you would be blowing your nose into all day, and a third bucket in case you couldn’t keep your food down.

You didn’t.

“Gods, Henry- did you have to send that filthy animal to me? I’m literally down the block! It would take you fifteen minutes to-”

“Fifteen minutes is a waste of time! Morgan and Robin could be dead by then! And if it’s either of them, it’s no joke, nya ha!”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“It’s nervous laughter!” He chuckled again, though judging by how pale his face was, it seemed to be true.

Maribelle simply scoffed and hurried to the bedroom, ready to treat her friend.

“Robin, darling! Oh, you look positively ghastly!” She gasped, drawing the mask over her mouth and nose. She pulled on her medical gloves, a stave at her side and a big pouch of herbs on her belt. “The Plegian swine flu is no joke...it’s very rarely found in Ylisse, but when it travels with you…”

“I-it’s a disaster.” You wheezed, not before you were overcome by coughing. “Anything y-you can do will be a welcome remedy.”

“Luckily for you, there’s nothing here that herbs and plenty of rest won’t fix. Now Morgan might be a little trickier, given his age...but we can at least get started with you.”

Maribelle was quick to send Henry off to grind up the herbs, preparing some disgusting concoction guaranteed to get your body back to normal.

Presuming Henry could put it together.

“Now, when did you start to feel ill?”

“W-well, if I’m honest… It started around-”

Crash

“Ah, gods- I broke the cup!!”

“-The time we got home, last night. It was late-”

Smash

“The pestle’s shattered!!”

“-And I just thought I was tired, but...my head feels about the same as-”

Bang

“The herbs are everywhere!!”

“HENRY!!” Maribelle shouted out the door, “What in the gods’ names are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess!” Henry apologized, his voice shaky and unsure. “I-I just meant to help a bit, but it looks like I’m making things worse, nya ha!”

“Why don’t you come and sit,” Maribelle pinched her brow, “Just settle down until you stop breaking things.”

You watched as Henry wandered back into the bedroom, looking surprisingly pale and nervous. You had never quite seen him in such a way, before.

After all, it was always good times and weird vibes with your husband. Since when did he become the anxious type?

“I’ll be right back, Robin. I’ll get your medicine.”

“Give some to Morgan, first.” You asked, “I can wait.”

Maribelle nodded to you before taking off, leaving you alone with your husband who was bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his hands with a nervousness that you’d never seen before.

For a few moments, it was quiet, listening to the rhythmic, rapid tapping of his heel against the stone. Eventually, though, you would have to snap him out of it.

“Henry, a-are you all right?” You questioned as gently as you could. Henry started to nod, giving you a cracked, faux grin. Then he paused, his smile fell, and he shook his head.

“Well, if I’m honest? No. Not at all. I feel like I’m dying inside.” He admitted. “I mean, you’re sick, and so is Morgan! My two favorite living people! And there’s not a thing I can do about it- I mean, he’s just a baby, and we’ve only been back together for a year- I dunno. It scares me, y’know? Which is impressive! When’s the last time I’ve been genuinely scared, right! Nya ha ha!”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Henry.” You tried to assure him. But he shook his head, folding his arms tightly.

“You don’t know that! All it takes is one thing to go wrong and it could be bye-bye wifey, or even bye-bye baby, and I...oh, I couldn’t handle that. Nope, not one bit.”

It was certainly a reasonable concern.

“Henry, sweetheart...come here.” You held your hand out to him, insisting he sit with you. You weren’t sure if it was the exhaustion or the pain that numbed your sense of worry, but you were far calmer than he was.

He took your hand, revealing trembling fingers. You squeezed it tightly, trying your best to comfort him despite your situation.

“Maribelle will take care of us. We’ll be okay, I’m sure.”

“But you can’t be sure!” He sighed shakily, “Anything can happen when it comes to Plegian flu. It can either be nothing at all, or really bad! And you never know until it happens. If something bad did happen to you or Morgan, I just...I don’t know what to do! You already told me I’m not allowed to re-animate either of you if you croak, so...I’m out of options!”

“I’m standing firm on that, just so you know.” You informed him with a soft smile, “But, Henry...there’s no value in worrying for worrying’s sake. W-we really shouldn’t be concerned with the unknown until it comes.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one having to take care of both of you! What if I mess up?! What if I make it worse!! I already broke Maribelle’s mortar and pestle, there are herbs everywhere, a-and I just-”

“Henry,” You pressed a finger to his lips, “You’re overthinking.”

“B-but I just...I worry about you guys…”

“I know.” You beamed at him, stroking his cheek. “But please, try not to worry. We need to wait for Maribelle’s diagnosis, and we can go from there, okay? It’ll be easier if we take it a step at a time.”

“Gosh, Robin...how’re you able to stay so calm all the time?” He looked at you incredulously, “I’m about ready to pop out of my skin and just run around like a headless Risen!”

“Experience.” You laughed.

Maribelle came in not long after, informing you both that the flu didn’t appear to be as bad as it could be.

“Morgan should recover within the week, though we’ll need to make sure he receives two doses of medicine each day; one in the morning and one at night. Henry, you’ll have to make it for him each day- is that something you can handle? Or will I be making more visits this week?”

Henry shared a look with you, seeing your encouraging smile. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“I can handle it, I promise!”

“Good. Morgan’s going to be counting on you. Robin, you should need more rest than anything else, but I’m recommending you take one dose each evening; it will help you sleep better, and it’s strong enough that it should hold you the next day.”

“That’s fine by me.” You agreed; the less disgusting, bitter herbs you had to ingest, the better.

“Your recovery time will be a bit longer than Morgan’s, though, judging by how you’re doing… I’d say two weeks at minimum; a month-and-a-half at most. Now if you want, I can have Lissa or Libra come and help take care of you, so that Henry can focus on caring for Morgan. Or, we can simply send Morgan off with a wet nurse while you’re here.”

“N-no, I-!” Henry interrupted before you could reply, putting a hand to his chest. “I can handle it, Maribelle! After all, if I can’t take care of my family, what kind of man would I be? Just a sad bag of bones and sinew! Not good for anything but crow food.”

Maribelle glanced over at you, looking for some sort of response. You knew she was still wary of Henry, especially now that she was out a very lovely mortar and pestle. But you were confident in his abilities.

“He can take care of us.” You told her, “I trust him.”

“Well...if you insist.” She conceded, earning a whoop from your husband- and an apology for it shortly after when he realized you weren’t to be around loud noises with your headache. “I’ll be coming to check up on you twice a week until you’re all better- until then, Henry, we’re counting on you!”

“You got nothin’ to worry about, Maribelle! We just take it a day at a time, and it’ll be great, nya ha!”

“Robin, if anything changes, or you need help...please don’t hesitate to call me or the other healers immediately.”

“I will.”

“I do mean anything, dear.”

“...I will.”

“If Henry does one thing wrong-”

“Hey!”

“I got it, Maribelle.” You chuckled, waving her away. “Thanks for your concern. We’ll be sure to call for you if we need anything. But I’m positive Henry will take care of us just fine.”

“You can bet your organs on it!” He grinned, giggling happily with his wife’s support. Maribelle gave him a long, hard look, but eventually took her leave.

Henry was quick to move Morgan’s crib into the bedroom, guaranteeing that he could keep track of both of you and ensure you were both recovering nicely at the same time.

While it was heartbreaking listening to Morgan’s discomfort and those tiny baby coughs, it helped to see him improve day after day.

You did end up recovering about a week after Morgan, all thanks to Henry. He made sure to give you only the best. Most of all you were just thankful that none of you could get the Plegian swine flu ever again.

Especially since he bought Maribelle a replacement mortar and pestle that came from a questionable source, covered in animal bones and bird skulls and...you really didn’t know what corner of Hell he summoned them from.

At least there wouldn’t be another opportunity for him to break anything else of Maribelle’s, seeing as you wouldn’t be getting sick again.

You would take extra steps to ensure that just so he wouldn’t frighten Maribelle with another horrifying “gift”.

#henry #robin #morgan #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #henry x robin #henbin lol #robenry #henbin #IDK WHAT THE COUPLE NAME IS #fe-fictions #fe fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #family fluff #hurt and comfort #sick prompt #sweet baby morgan #papa henry to the rescue!!!!

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 2 years

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Fic Masterlist

Hello hello! Welcome to my Fanfiction Masterlist!

Here you'll find all of my fics, and the links to them on Tumblr and/or Ao3!

If you like any of my fics, consider popping over to my ask blog and sending an ask or two!

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| Oneshots |

Organised oldest to newest.

The Stresses of Shapeshifting

Janus is struggling to regain control of his shapeshifting powers after they get away from him.

Thankfully, the noble Roman (and the others helped a bit too, I guess) was there to save the day!

In the end, all anyone really needs is a cuddle pile, Disney movies, pizza and... possibly inedible... cake.

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Aeroplanes Are Like Shooting Star

Coming to terms with a disability can be difficult, especially when it means you can't do the things you love. When you realise you can't enjoy something you've loved for so long as well you could if or when you were abled.

When you can't make wishes on shooting stars, you make them on aeroplanes instead.

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Faeries in the Forest

Virgil promises Roman a day where they'll do whatever he wants, even if that means spending the day hiking in the forest.

When the pair stray from the path and find themselves lost, Virgil worries that it might be the end- that is until they meet a seemingly friendly fae who promises to lead them back to the path free of charge...

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The Official Sanders Sides Emergency Sleepover

Patton decides that with the recent tensions in the mindscape after their last video, the best course of action would be to host a sleepover.

Somehow, it didn't end in a complete disaster, despite the two gatecrashers, Roman's inability to cook, Logan's complete cluelessness and Virgil's incredibly long list of doubts.

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Not Good Enough For You

Remus and Roman are struggling to cope with their own issues alone, but maybe, if they were only to bring it up, they could help each other.

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Putting Yourself First

Virgil didn't go to the wedding because he knew it would go to shit. He didn't quite realise he would have such an influence whne it came to dealing with that shit afterwards.

Or, Roman is very upset by the proceedings after the wedding and turns to Virgil for help.

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Flu Season

Roman is sick, despite not wanting to show weakness and impose himself on the other sides, he really, really just wants a hug.

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Duelling

Roman and Remus are both sore losers.

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Stressed Bakes

Patton channels a little too much stress into his baked goods, everyone feels the consequences.

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Potions of Persuasion

Roman goes to Virgil for a little magical assistance in making his relationship with a prince from another kingdom possible. How can Virgil possibly say no?

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Taking Breaks

Roman is thoroughly overworking himself, Virgil steps in and gets him to take a break.

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Assassination

The plan to assassinate the prince was simple, get in, stab him in the back, get out again. Easy, simple, very little room for error.

So how the hell does that end up with the prince not only still alive, but now accompanying Janus and his friends who all plotted and actively attempted to murder him? I hear you ask.

Well the answer is actually quite simple: Both Janus and the prince are very, very gay.

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Siren Boy

Janus foolishly sings along to a siren song and somehow ends up with a siren interested in something other than murdering him. (roceit)

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Perfectly Okay

Roman knows it's bad when his only escape is a cat cafe a town away and a barista he barely feels like he knows, but when his soulmate kicks him out of their shared apartment, Roman finds he has no one else to turn to but that same barista.

But maybe everything will be ok, right?

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Hurts Like Hell

Losing a friend sucks, somehow it's even worse when they were still there, only just out of reach.

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Fit For Kings

Janus is stressed out and overwhelmed by a discussion that quickly devolves into arguing, Roman sets about helping him - and Virgil too - out in the most extravagant and perfect way possible.

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Proper Wing Care

Roman isn't that great at taking care of his wings himself, so Virgil has to step in sometimes.

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Primroses and Periwinkles

It was a normal day when it first started happening.

Roman thought he might’ve been getting sick. It was winter, and though the sides weren’t as easy to infect with diseases like the flu he was pretty sure it was still possible - he remembered Patton being sick a few times, at least.

And then, one day, when he and Virgil had been playfully bickering on the couch - another debate about which Disney movies were better that had him laughing and blushing - the petals started to appear.

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Where the Ashes Settle

Roman was prepared for normal day, leave the hotel, get coffee, go to the station and head home.

He hadn't made room in his schedule for getting caught up in a villain fight, nor getting kidnapped by the villain and his arch-nemisis, though.

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Into the Snake's Den

Things going missing in a household of four wasn’t uncommon, really. It was normal enough to misplace a sock on laundry day, or get one of your shirts mixed up with someone else’s and never see it again, or misplace one piece of jewellery from a set. Losing things was not out of the ordinary, what was out of the ordinary was just how often it happened for this particular household.

Logan theorised they potentially had borrowers, and if that was the case Patton was content to let them stay, though Roman had always brought up the point that who - or what - ever the culprit was, it was stealing items much too large to be a borrower. Patton had offered the idea that perhaps it was a fairy, or a spirit who lived nearby, in which case the group was even more eager to drop the issue.

That was until something important went missing a few weeks later.

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Ship of Dreams

“You know - they say this ship can’t sink, it was all in the papers, impossible - they said.” “Yes, that’s what I’ve heard,” Roman shrugged, shifting just a little closer. He wished he could wrap his arms around him, press kisses to his cheeks - pink with the cold - but they couldn’t, not in public. Roman hoped that was something that would change one day. “If… if she did sink - what would we do?” Virgil asked, eyes still trained on the frothing wake the ship left in its path. “Why, I’d swim us to America, of course, I promise,” Roman said, reaching over to brush his fingers over Virgil’s jaw, so he’d look over at him, “But she won’t sink, don’t worry so much my darling.”

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The Lost LIbrary

The Library was, first and foremost, a sanctuary. The Library was infinite, The Library was filled with things - all anyone could ever want. Those who lived under The Library’s roof were happy. The Library was, to Virgil, nothing more than an extravagantly decorated prison.

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Forests and Rooftops

Tagged: NewYears Verse

Mine was a World of Rooftops and Love Songs

Virgil is invited to a New Years' party and without an excuse not to go he can't turn it down. Who knew that all it takes to make friends is bad punctuality and sensory issues? Honestly, Virgil wished someone had told him sooner.

AKA: Virgil goes to a party, freaks out and ends up on a rooftop with his best friend's brother. Alls well that ends well, I guess?

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(Vi)vianne Marie Zephyr

Here’s a list of things that Vivianne Marie Zephyr knew.

One, she was twelve years old.

Two, twelve-year-olds should not be trusted to make their own decisions.

Three, twelve-year-olds didn’t know anything about themselves or the world. (at least, according to her extended family they didn't).

Four, Vivianne is not a girl.

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Patton Darling Heart

How can a mortal baby befriend four fae courts, their leaders and their queens in less than five years? How does said baby grow up with such a strange family? Well...

Patton Heart knew he wasn't like the rest of his family, he also knew that his situation was an unorthodox one. He also knew that one family wanted him and the other didn't, so to be honest, Patton was pretty happy with his weird and wonderful life.

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Darkside!Roman

Tagged 'darkside!roman'

Almost, A Light in the Dark

"In almost any case, we embrace you," Virgil had said.

Roman knew he hadn't meant it like that, Virgil would never say something so cruel. That didn't mean he could stop thinking about it.

It didn't mean it wasn't true for the others, either. ---- A look into Roman's buildup to becoming a dark side in my Darkside!Roman AU

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Dragon Heart

There are a few things that come with becoming a dark side, one of which takes Roman a little by surprise.

Fortunately, he has a fantastic boyfriend and a... maybe not quite as helpful brother to get him through it.

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Dragon Quest

Roman is missing,and Janus enlists Virgil and Remus' help to find him. Together they end up on a quest through the imagination, ultimately leading them to... a cuddle pile??

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Squish

Things may be better, but Roman still struggles occaisonally. Remus is happy to help him out.

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More Than Human

At his very core, Janus was human. One might say he was more than human, being a God, but being more than something doesn’t take away from that something, it just adds onto it.

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Chocolate Chip

Roman returns to the temple with cookies. Janus makes a tiny bit of progress.

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| Multi Chapter Fics |

Organised oldest to newest in terms of first posting.

Crown Princes and Butterfly Wings

When Crown Prince Remus of Dalandaire goes missing overnight it's up to Roman, his brother, and Logan, his best friend, to find him.

But for how long will Roman be able to keep his secrets? How long will it take Logan to admit his feelings for the cute human they dragged along for the adventure and how on earth do they keep getting quite so off target?? (Currently incomplete, on hiatus)

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Across Land and Water, Forever and Always

My Sanders Sides Gift Exchange fic.

After Patton and Logan are selected to attend the annual meeting between merkingdoms, they expect an easy enough swim up the river to their destination. Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, the river no longer flows as strongly as it did and because of it they can't make the journey in the traditional way.

Together, along with two other magic folk who they... may have accidentally roped into their journey... must now find their way overland to complete their journey instead, little did they know that this particular adventure would change their lives in ways they could never expect.

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The Choosing Ball

The law is clear and very very simple: Janus must choose someone at the ball to become his future husband or wife. He would have two days to pick and at the ball they would choose. If he refused or wasn't chosen, he would be considered an outcast, a criminal against the state. Easy, simple, there was just one tiny problem.

Janus was already in love with someone else. Someone who he didn't have the option to choose.

Fortunately for him, Prince Roman doesn't seem to see that as a problem at all.

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We'll Save You

Janus finds himself stumbling into problems like one stumbles over rocks on the road, except some problems are a little worse than others. But when he finally stumbles into someone who isn't like everyone else Janus' had met so far in this unforgiving world, he thinks that maybe there is some merit to the world after all.

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To Make a Heaven of Hell

Virgil knew he was dead, somehow. And somehow death was loud and bright and overwhelming, the people within it were beautiful and diverse and strange and the places big and magical and wondrous. But it was hard to accept that you are good, after a short life of being told that you are bad. Sometimes, all it takes is a little help, some hot demons and a whole universe full of new friends and family to get you to accept your paradise.

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Ribbons And Rainstorms

Roman Edevane has been terrified of storms since his twin brother's death when they were small children. He sits and he watches the dark clouds roll from his window, too afraid to sleep but unable to tear his eyes away. Then, one night, lightning strikes the temple on the hill and he forgets all about the storm in his rush to protect it. When he finds not a burning temple, but the God of Storms himself.

After that he kept coming back—Why? He wasn’t sure, and though meeting the god responsible for the storms doesn't abate his fear completely at first, Vi was… nothing like Roman could have ever expected. The God of storms was kind, he was sweet, a little shy and not to mention a whole other level of handsome. Somehow Roman can’t help but fall for them.

But he can’t be in love with a God… can he? Even if he was, could a God ever love him back?

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Over The Rainbow

Reds oranges and pinks almost always took centre stage in his drawings and paintings - after all, they were the only colours Roman could see, but the backgrounds were always made up of shades of grey - for him - that would be bright, vibrant colours for everyone else. They represented how he saw the world, and being honest… Roman was a little scared for it to change.

Later on, he would wonder why he worried.

He saw blue first

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The Spiders' Forest

The forest was dangerous, they said. That's the spider’s place.

Roman and Remus Taylor lived in the village of Dumhan-Collie, a sad, dingy little town along the edge of an equally sad, dingy forest. Most of the people who lived there were miserable, angry or both and the collective dream of the town was to leave it far, far behind.

Most visitors didn’t stay long, and those who did tend to regret it quite quickly.

The main reason for all this? The spiders.

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#ao3 masterlist #fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #rowans fantasyau

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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"Be a mod to make friends" anon here.

To the people being Very Upset at my suggestion, you'll remember the line about it being a bit tongue-in-cheek, and that there were a couple of lines about it being, actually, work, and not a bed of roses.

I am, after all, talking from experience ;-)

Your points about newbies being clueless are very fair, but remember that everyone has to start somewhere, and that someone launching an exchange, bingo, bang, etc isn't necessarily a fresh-faced 17yo with little people- and fandom-experience; my ask was sent thinking about folks who have been fandom denizens for a while, because that was my own situation, and who were struggling to connect, because that was the vibe I'd got from some asks on this blog. (And, I can't stress it enough, it was explicitly tongue-in-cheek. Because I am aware that it's harder than it looks! But it's true that not everyone realizes it before jumping head first into the modding work.

Yes, I'll admit I wasn't thinking of hyper-enthusiastic fans who don't realize the work ahead, but I have not met a lot in my fandoms (they skew slightly older, probably) and I generally avoided having to deal with those. Though I did advise one once, and yeah, I could tell it wouldn't be a resounding success from the start.

To go back to the initial point, while I didn't start on the mod path to make friends, I did find it a good way to be more involved in fandom and start conversations. It absolutely is a big reason why I have made more fandom friends in the last few years than I ever made in the decades prior.

However, if I'd been told "you need to have made lots of fandom friends already" and that I should first have "paid [my] dues" (I'm not sure what you meant here exactly and would welcome a clarification, because if you meant do the gruntwork of organizing the exchange itself, then you can't pay them before starting, so no one can ever be a first-time mod?), that perhaps I was suspected of "power-tripping," well... I'd never have started, and the hundreds of works created over the years for the different exchanges, bangs, etc I set up might not exist.

People gave me a chance, even when they didn't know me well (in some fandoms I'd already created fanworks, in others, not really).

It worked out all right.

Like many things in life - a new job in a new company/environment, a new city/country, making friends... - a fandom event is a leap of faith: faith that you, gifmaker/writer/artist/vidder etc will be able to fulfill your part (including warning if you have to drop out), and that the admin, too, will do their job and communicate well including if circumstances change, if they need help, etc.

The first time one sets up (or helps organizing/admining) a fandom event will be a learning experience (just as your first participation can be!), and there will be flailing at some point(s): what to do if someone is late or ghosts you, how to deal with threats... but I too was a beginner mod when I started, and lo and behold, folks still happily participate!

Of course, it's not so much a matter of age, but above all patience, level-headedness, communication skills, commitment, and organization. Those things can correlate with age, but not always ;-) I've seen badly-run events set up by Respectable Fen, and decently-run ones set up by younger people.

But not every person who says, "Hi, I'm offering my services to organize a fun exchange in this fandom; would you be interested?" is going to be a disaster.

Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no :-)

(and sorry for the loooong ask!)

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uralienlucas · 2 years

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i stumbled upon your blog by coincidence and just wanted to send some positivity. your pinned post about death had me reeling a lil - is Death a part of your system? (Im guessing so)

I'm like twice your age but haven't come across death conceptualised like this before. i thought about death a lot when i was your age, wrote short stories and poetry and roleplays dealing with it. it's the sort of time in your life where the reality of death is truly starting to sink in, and everyone has to deal with it differently. your words really resonated with me.

years ago my friend gave me one of her dresses: blue and orange paisley patterned.

i wore it to her funeral. her brother thanked me for not wearing black.

death is but a step in our journey, one we all must take one day. celebrate life as much as you can. a lot of the sorrow and grief around death comes very much from the living perspective - I can't pick up the phone and call my friend and tell her about my day, and that's a deeply upsetting statement of fact. i guess this is a big part of the reason why funerals are so doom and gloom.

but what makes grief so painful, for me, is also the fact that it's SO HARD to talk about. total mood killer, every damn time. it's like i can't talk about her even about fond memories or the impact her life had on mine, it's like every bit of happiness she gave me is poisoned by her untimely death, which means I can't even talk about the good bits. it's always coloured by grief but just because it makes me cry doesn't mean i don't want to talk about it at all.

therefore I really welcome and enjoy any discussion of death outside the regular framework. in a positive way, even. so thank you for that. and lots of love to everyone in your system!!

sorry this got long!! apologies for the ramble in your inbox!!

This is a very sweet message, thank you so much! I'm always a little scared to talk to adults, not really for fear, just because I always feel dumbed down. But this is a very nice interaction, so I'll try my best to respond equally.

I feel neutral to positive about death, and that's definitely not something I say to many people irl. I think I don't feel the negative simply because I never got to grieve. Important people in my life died, yes, but I didn't grieve them for long. I cried in the minute and only there. The idea that they actually weren't there anymore never got to me. That's why my deathkin is partially psychological. I have heavy dissociation related to death.

At the same time, I find it weirdly beautiful and fascinating. Which sounds very much insensitive to someone who isn't in my mind. I have always felt this, though, it didn't just come with my teenage years. I am obsessed with death. And it's uh... Strange.

I wish it was talked more about, I really do. But I understand why it shocks people; just because it doesn't happen to me, it doesn't mean I'm completely desensitized. I know it's unpredictable and devastating. But disasters are beautiful to me. I wish people would view death like I do, sometimes at least. I wish we talked about it, the ways it impacts us, the ways it occurs and what happens. I hate the obligatory euphemisms and the uncomfortability of the topic. I really do. It's an important thing to talk about sometimes, but it's so delicate. It's a complex thing that maybe I'll never grasp totally.

Anyway, that was long too. Thank you for the ask, really! I liked responding to it.

#otherkin #nonhuman #conceptkin #deathkin #death mention #tw death #tw death mention #death and dying

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Ok. So I have decided to make other side blogs aside from my main one. This is one of them.

Well hello, you may know me from Instagram where I do my ttte animatics and also post about my au which is tttea1 (Thomas the Tank Engine Agent 1), or you know me from my other blogs. Regardless, welcome aboard!

As this blog says, I will post things about tttea1 or just choo choo stuff in general. But yeah just mostly choo choo au.

Bit of a warning ahead of time

There will be some scary artwork that may appear and not be for the faint of heart. It will never be too far, but definitely there may be some artworks that will get close to horror related.

With that aside, Welcome to this blog with silly choo choo stuff.

Brief short way of explaining tttea1: A futuristic-ish take on ttte based on alot of old 90s Science fiction movies and old steam train related movies. Taking placing in a world after "The big disaster" took place leading to a semi post-apocalyptic world, yet it is doing a bit better since quite some time has passed. The engine's all being sentient due to Artificial intelligence (Aka, the reason the trains are sentient is because they are robots) and the engines have "other side jobs" aside from there normal ones, that may or may not be related to having to protect Sodor from different threats who either try to steal or harm others.

We follow a little blue Tank engine who goes by the Name: "Thomas", who just wants to get through his shifts smoothly and also try to be a really useful engine, of course he has a bit to learn, and things won't always go as smoothly as he really wants, but yet, he would end up meeting new friends and seeing alot more stories from others.

So enjoy some choo choo stuff.

#introduction #intro post #hello #it me again #choo choo stuff will be here #woohoo

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aestas-est · 11 months

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An introduction to Mimosa and the Clocktower

A platforming metroidvania with a mix of time control and nursery rhymes.

It will be a very long post, so all info is under the cut.

What is Mimosa and the clocktower, you may ask?

Mimosa is a game that I've been working on since last year (2022). It is a cutesy platformer with metroidvania elements added to it and heavily involves nursery rhymes, both as personifications (twisted or not) and aesthetics.

Once upon a time, there was a world named Timesea, where the sky and oceans are filled to the brim with the illusion of clocks. The world was created by its Goddess, Mother Goose, who it's inhabitants worshipped every day. But, that night, she mysteriously vanished.

The following day, an egg had been stolen from the moon by a mouse named Hickory Dickory Dock, who plans to climb the ancient clocktower, and freeze all of the time on planet Timesea. Upon hatching from that egg, Mimosa, a magigon from Ciona, begins his journey across the planet, and meet new friends along the way, in order to stop the upcoming disaster that is about to happen, which only the clock of fate will tell.

Our hero, Mimosa, has the ability to eat berries to gain new breaths, and also to rewind time.

What engine are you using to make this game?

I use game maker for it. However, I largely rely on video tutorials since I am pretty amateur with coding the game right now. I am more than welcome to seek advice on how to move forward with this project, since working on a platformer feels a lot more difficult than I initially thought.

So for now, here's the only available footage of the game's prototype. There's nothing much going on here, other than moving around.

What inspired you to make it?

Game-wise, it was mostly inspired by Kirby, specifically Kirby and the Amazing Mirror, which was an unusual game due to the fact that it plays like a metroidvania. I've also played a few indie metroidvanias in the past, which led me to create this project.

The influx of those weird YouTube kids channels that involve... interesting versions of nursery rhymes had also led me to do my own spin of these popular kid's songs, such as Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. While it's not original to this franchise, the reason I chose to add the rewind mechanic (Which will be explained later) is because I really enjoyed the rewind mechanic that Fire Emblem introduced in Echoes (I never played it personally), since it makes the newer games a bit more accessible to play.

When will you ever finish it?

Right now, I consider myself to be amateur with game development, and I'm heavily prioritizing with making concept art and writing everything over actually working on the game. I am currently in the GameMaker server, so I'll do what I can to seek for advice on how to work on it.

I think I'll wrap it up here for now. I will post more about this game here, including art that I've never shared on this blog.

#game dev #indie game #introduction #nursery rhymes #Oc #Original Character #gamedev #Indie Dev #game development

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Ok so like I’m big dumb and have been stalking your blog for hours and just realized the tua should be pronounced like too ripppp anygays I absolutely fucking love and live for your writing and have a question for you (feel free to ignore it this is your blog!),,,,what do you think would’ve happened if Klaus had died instead of Ben.

asdfgDFSGH okay big mood but admittedly I pronounce as in too-ah deep myself lmao

HMMM that’s an interesting question because if Klaus died, he would just vanish. No one can see him, because he’s the only person that ever saw ghosts to begin with. If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around, does it still make a sound? If a boy becomes a ghost, but no one can see him, does he really exist?

You have Ben, who doesn’t numb himself with drugs but also probably withdraws from the rest of the family. Klaus used to coax smiles out of him, and Five used to throw books at his dead and demand Ben discuss metaphysics with him. Admittedly different relationships, but they were the ones that held him together. And then Five vanishes. And then Klaus dies.

And Ben is well enough liked by the rest of the family, but he’s not really close with any of them. Luther and Allison are too obsessed with one another, Diego is too obsessed with beating Luther at anything, and Vanya is a ghost that only Five ever really reached.

Ben leaves the day he hits eighteen. He doesn’t tell anyone, he just leaves. He quietly finds the shittiest apartment on earth, works two jobs, and puts himself through community college during the time he doesn’t have. He changes his name. He keeps the Ben, but ditches the Hargreeves.

He keeps his head down, he works hard, he never mentions the Umbrella Academy and he spends his nights with his hands pressed against his stomach wishing that his ‘superpower’ was anything but what it is.

He’s a bright kid. He makes friends. He doesn’t have the money for med school, which he wanted since he desperately wants to heal instead of hurt, so he compromises and goes into nursing instead. He gets to help people just as much, and he doesn’t have to deal with the staggering amount of debt he would be in. (He’s still in debt from schooling, just not as much.)

Ben works long thankless hours. He holds the hands of an addict whose organs are failing. There’s nothing the doctors can do but ease the young woman’s suffering. He sees Klaus in the eyes of the desperate young people who come in, and he rolls up his sleeves and tries to help.

Vanya write her tell-all book, and Ben reads it as carefully as he did the various tomes that Five tossed at him so he would know what Five was yelling about this time. He traces his fingers across Klaus and Five’s names as they appear, and he pretends he isn’t angry that Vanya just pulled back the curtain and exposed their gaping wounds for all the world to see.

Five and Klaus are not props in Vanya’s coming of age story. They are background characters killed off for development. Ben understands that Vanya is angry, that she was abused, but he wishes she could see that this wasn’t the way to go about it

(Ben understands now, that Vanya was abused. He sees her, sometimes, in the people who float through the hospital with scars on their arms and legs and stomachs. The ones who stare right through the doctors and look away when their very concerned parents speak up. He sees her in the young man whose father yells for all the ED to hear that he is selfish, that he needs to be more like his older brothers who are successful. The father is escorted out, but the young man checks himself out against medical advice. Ben never sees him again.)

He isn’t as impacted by the book as perhaps the others are. No one knows what happened to the Horror. Ben isn’t questioned about it, because no one knows that they should question him about it. He watches the youtube videos of Allison getting accosted by paparazzi and wonders if Vanya knew what she was doing when she published that book.

Somehow, he doubts it.

He adopts two cats. Their names are Séance and Boy. Ben calls them Seya and Brat. His friends ask him if he was a fan of the Umbrella Academy growing up, and Ben shakes his head with a wry smile. “My brothers,” He explains, “They were always more into it than I was.”

And then Reginald dies, and there’s going to be a funeral, and Ben doesn’t want to go. But he thinks about the siblings he never calls, thinks about the hospital room with the old man who is dying who told him with a bitter smile that he never mended any bridges, and picks up his phone. Ben applies for time off due to a death in the family, is granted it, gives his spare key to the girl across the hall who has vowed to take care of Seya and Brat as if they’re her own, and he goes. He goes to the manor for the first time since he left it, over a decade ago.

He almost thinks it’s his power at first, that something went terribly wrong because he hasn’t let out the Horror for a good long while and the flash of electric blue was unmistakable. But it’s not him, and the portal in the courtyard spits out a child and Ben’s hand shoots to his mouth and it’s shaking because that’s Five. That’s Five the day he left, all scrawny limbs and drama, in a too big suit.

He ushers Five inside, and gets down some bread to hand to his brother who already has the peanut butter and marshmallows well in hand. (Ben wonders, for a moment, why those ingredients are in the house to begin with. He’s positive Reginald doesn’t like marshmallows, after all. But he has more important things to worry about right now, so he lets that thought go.)

He listens as Five tells them they have eight days, and he believes. Four-Five-Six have always had more nebulous powers that the first three children combined. Strength, mind control, and knife throwing are surprisingly straight forward. Ghosts, dimension ripping tentacle monsters, and fucking with the fabric of space and time are… not so much.

Ben looks at his siblings, who have changed so much and yet so little, and decides that priorities are in order. Because as much as he cares for his siblings, and he does, they’re all grown ass adults. Despite what he says, Five looks very young and Ben has seen too many children with the same haunted eyes and sharp words.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this there’s an open window, and Pogo saying something about a missing box or a book or something, but admittedly Ben isn’t paying all that much attention. Not when he has bigger things to worry about

And Five has a choice between Vanya, who he loves but doesn’t want to drag into his general bullshit because she doesn’t have powers, and Ben who is a nurse and who seems most inclined to believe him. So after the Griddy’s incident, he goes back to the manor and Ben stitches him up with steady, experienced hands and asks Five what he can do to help

Five looks almost surprised. “You believe me?” He asks, suspicious lacing his voice. It makes something inside of Ben ache, but he blames it on the Horror.

“I’ll tell you what.” Ben says, looking Five in the eyes. “I’ll make you a deal - I’ll help you with anything apocalypse stopping, no questions asked.”

“But?” Five asks, but he sounds less suspicious and more comfortable with terms on the table. Their family isn’t used to unconditional support, after all.

“Come stay with me after we save the world.” Ben requests, and holds up a hand before Five can protest. “Yes, I know you aren’t a child. I know you can take care of yourself. But quite frankly, I’ve been missing my brother for almost seventeen years now, and I don’t have anyone to debate the finer points of mathematics with at three in the morning, do I?”

I don’t want to let you go now that I have you back. Ben doesn’t say, because he’s already pushing Five’s ability to deal with sentiment as it is.

Five’s eyes look suspiciously wet as he looks away, but he spits out a quick “Fine.” and they shake on it.

And so Ben ends up accompanying his brother to MeriTech to check out a serial number on the back of an eyeball. He places a calming hand on his brother’s shoulder, and calls in a favor with a doctor who he prevented from killing a patient who talks to a friend of a friend and they find out that the eyeball they have hasn’t been manufactured yet.

And hey, if Ben didn’t believe the whole time travel thing before he certainly does now, looking at an impossible eyeball in the hands of an impossible boy.

And Ben is a trustworthy ally, level-headed with enough deadpan humor to make even Five snort in laughter. Ben cherishes even aborted giggle close to his heart.

Five comes to him with a shy look and introduces him to a mannequin named Dolores. Ben thinks about the little girl with the spiral fracture telling him solemnly that she wasn’t scared but Mr. Hippo was, and he thinks about all the years that Five spent alone, and he gently takes Dolores’s hand in his and thanks her very much for looking after his brother all those years.

Five blinks in surprise, but it’s a good kind of surprise, and he’s notably warmer towards Ben after the interaction.

It reminds him, just a little bit, of Klaus before Reginald ruined him. The way he’d occasionally just talk to thin air or react to something that no one else could hear. It makes Ben oddly nostalgic, and probably means that he’s much more tolerant of Five’s interactions with Dolores than he should be.

Ben is with Five when Hazel and Cha-Cha storm the mansion. Luther and Allison and Diego hold their own with knives and kicks and the destruction of one chandelier. No one is taken, no one is kidnapped, because there wasn’t anyone just getting out of the bath with headphones in to catch unexpected.

Eudora Patch listens to Diego tell her that his mother is dead, and that his brothers are running off together to who knows where, and she doesn’t find a message on a van’s window and go to rescue a hostage. Detective Eudora Patch lives to fight another day.

Five scribbles probability maps on his walls and tells his audience of Luther and Ben that he plans to kill to save the world. Luther gets up in arms about it, but Ben just stares Five down and quietly tells him - “You promised.”

Because Five can’t stay with him if he’s in jail.

And Five looks away and says there is one way to get more information, and Ben can already tell he’s not going to like this.

They don’t have a suitcase to bargain with this time, so Five offers himself. He tells Hazel and Cha-Cha to meet him, because he’s decided to give himself up in return for them leaving his family alone. They get there, and they’re having a stand off, and Five demands that the assassin duo call the Handler.

Between one breath and the next, Five vanishes. Not like he’s supposed to vanish, in a flash of blue light. Just gone between one blink and the next.

Ben may or may not be responsible for the ensuing destruction of Hazel and Cha-Cha’s car and subsequently their briefcase which was located within said car. In his defense, it had been a while since he last drove out to the middle of nowhere and let the Horror go ham. And if, in this timeline, it’s Hazel who gets taken hostage because Ben is furious and he’s not losing his brother again, and Cha-Cha figures she’ll bust her partner out later but for not retreating is a wise move well

“Call your boss back.” Ben says, voice tight as he stares holes through a Hazel that Luther has helpfully tied up with some rope from the trunk of the car. “This is now a hostage exchange, you for my brother.”

“I’m just a grunt.” Hazel informs Ben, helplessly, “They’re not going to trade me for a legend like Five.”

Ben gestures for Luther to drive as he shoves Hazel into the backseat. As someone who has seen a man burst into an eldritch horror and destroy his only chance at going home, Hazel wisely complies. Ben smiles with all his teeth as he informs Hazel cheerfully that he’s going to tell Ben everything he knows about the Commission, the apocalypse, and his legend of a baby brother.

Later, in a family meeting with Hazel sitting tied up on the couch as they all loudly debate what they’re supposed to be doing now, Five shows up in a bright flash curled around a suitcase and scaring everyone

In another world Five brushes everyone off and proceeds to collapse.

In this one, Ben pats his brother down while ripping him a new one about telling him to full extent of plans for gods sakes and when his fingers come back wet with blood Ben frog marches his brother to the infirmary for Mom to stitch up with his assistance.

“We are a team.” Ben informs his idiot brother, “Yes I know we have to do everything to stop the world from ending, but it’s no use if you die along the way! I care about you, you idiot! So you’re going to sit here and heal while I go with Diego and Allison and deal with this Harold Jenkins motherfucker, okay?”

And Five grudgingly agrees when Ben pops a phone in his hand and teaches him how to facetime so that technically Five is with them the entire time and kept in the loop. Allison’s sacrifice of her phone for this purpose is duly noted and ignored, and Ben spares a split second to make a mental note to get Five his own phone at some point.

And when Luther finds out about everything, Ben quietly asks Five to pass the phone over and basically informs Luther that yes, Dad was a grade A prick but Luther is Number One. Dad might not care, but the dozens of people that Luther helped save during their stint as the Umbrella Academy? They sure as hell cared. And right now, Luther has a mission. Babysit both assassins sitting under their rooftop, because as proven by the break in Hazel is dangerous and where Hazel is surely Cha-Cha isn’t too far away.

That, at least, keeps Luther from going off and drowning his sorrows.

Since Diego isn’t wanted for murder in this timeline and Patch is alive, there’s no splitting up involved. Ben and Allison and Diego trick a cop, investigate a hospital, and find their way to Vanya’s cabin where secrets come to light.

Allison reveals that she rumored her sister into believing herself ordinary, and Ben can’t help it when he just loudly mutters “I hate this fucking family.” which breaks the tension and makes everyone stare at him.

Since he is not going to admit that he’s stress quoting a vine (god damn Dr. Hernandez got him hooked on them) he ends up just blurting out “I can’t believe Dad made Allison do that!” because really it’s important to establish that yes, Allison did the thing but also Allison was four it’s not like she knew what she was doing, “I’m glad he’s fucking dead, jesus. What kind of a prick does that to a couple of toddlers? Fuck him like, for real.”

and in the aftermath they’re all just sort of standing there staring at one another?? And then Diego is like “Uh. so. i have a police file on your boyfriend? And turns out his name is also the name of the dude Five says caused the apocalypse? Say hello Five” and Five just waves from his little screen

and Ben puts his hands on his hips and is just kind of like “Five if you repeat any of that language I will gut you like a fish. You’re too young for that.” and Five starts sputtering about being older than all of them and cursing and Vanya is giggling and Diego is grinning and mission accomplished! And then he turns to Vanya and is kind of like “Hey Vanya also if you need me to kick Leold Jenbody whomstever the fuck his name is’s ass, I do kind of have a big old tentacle monster at the ready. But of course, you get first dibs. Also like, have you seen his creepy attic shrine to the academy with all our eyes x’d out and our throats slashed? Because it’s like, honestly up there on the level of creepiness. Not quite as bad as that very explicit letter Allie got when we were fifteen, but not too far off either, you know?”

and look i’m not an expert but Ben just. De-escalates everything. He’s a tiny bit like a capybara who will also kick your ass if you really need him to.

And they confront Leonard-Harold and he tries to convince Vanya that her siblings are evil and he’s the ultimate good of whatever but it’s really hard when there’s Ben there muttering “God we all need so much therapy” to the side and “why is this family such a hazard to society. why do we always attract the weirdos.” and “this is what we get for the lack of a strong father figure in our lives I just know it” and other weird shit like that

anyway Vanya realizes that Leonard has only ever been using her for her powers and was manipulating her from the start, especially when he pulls out his knowledge of her powers as his little trump card as if they didn’t all just have a weird heart to heart about Allison sort of erasing Vanya’s knowledge of them as toddlers

“So do we just? Lock Leonard up until April 1st passes?” Ben asks Five and he feels a little like he’s cupping a magic 8 ball instead of a phone but whatever. But it’s Diego who just is kind of like “Oh hey I got this, this fucker has skipped out on so much probation and done a runner and shit and I can totally just call Patch to come out here and lock him up. Can’t cause the apocalypse from jail now, can you?”

And okay when Patch arrives to them all cornering Leonard in this cabin and also she sent some people to his house and there is a Whole Ass Dead Body up in there alongside this creepy serial killer shrine and oh yes Harold Jenkins is going away.

After that it almost seems a little anticlimactic to just climb in the car and go home? But I mean. That’s what they do. They argue half heartedly about music choice in the car and arrive home to find out that Five has untied Hazel and they’re both chilling at the bar drinking and honestly no one is sure where the little umbrellas materialized from because surely Reginald wouldn’t allow such a thing in his house, right? Luther is just kind of shrugging in the background (maybe a little tipsy) because you can’t expect him to know what’s going on in Five’s head

on the bright side Hazel seems pretty chill and has decided he is not going to try and kill any of them anymore because what he really desires is to run away with the nice donut shop lady. No, no one knows how to respond to this except perhaps Five who is cheerfully wishing Hazel luck.

and considering that Luther has the whole general time they dealt with Leonard and the car ride back to come to terms with Vanya’s powers and the fact that Dad sucks and there’s also the matter that in this au Vanya did not slit the throat of his most favorite siblings so i mean. He’s okay with this. He is so beyond caring about the shit this family gets up to anymore. He’s going to need so much therapy when this is all over.

Ben just sort of looks at this motley crew and everyone just looks fucking exhausted and he’s just kind of like. “Okay! Well. I for one did not get that much time off work for all of this but seems like y’all could use a vacation. My apartment is sort of shitty but i have a fuckload of extra blankets because sometimes I stress quilt, and no, no one is allowed to judge me for that fact, and my sofa is pretty great so I mean. You guys can come meet my cats?”

and that’s how everyone piles up into the car and goes to Ben’s place and meet his cats while buying a metric fuck ton of ice cream (Allison insists because even if Leonard ended up a creep, Vanya liked him at first and so it’s break up time) and no one can agree on a movie to watch and Diego is complaining because Ben put Dolores in the best spot while Five argues it’s because she deserves it

and look. Ben has been quiet and kept his head down and lived his life for a very long time. But looking at his siblings, at Luther ducking his head because he burned the popcorn and Allison gesturing dramatically with a bottle of nail polish as she does Vanya’s fingers and Diego teasing a scowling Five who both cats are fighting over his lapspace

and Ben can’t help but think that if Klaus were here (and his brother’s power was seeing the dead, it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility) he would be proud of how far they’d come.

Ben certainly was.

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Hi I love love LOVE your blog would you maybe do all the obey me brothers x reader yandere wise?

Hi anon! Thank you for the love I really appreciate it!! I know I sound like a broken record, but I was so nervous to start this blog and I’m so happy that people are enjoying my writings. So this request was kinda vague (and it’s my first yandere request!), so I’m assuming you mean general headcannons being in a relationship with the brothers (separately) being yandere. If I’m wrong, just send in the request again with some more details and I’ll be happy to redo it. Reader is gender neutral and I hope you enjoy!

Sidenote: Beel’s and Belphie’s part is a little bit short. Sorry!

TW: Unhealthy relationships, toxic behavior, yandere behavior but not too graphic is mentioned

Spoilers for Lesson 9-11 (mentioned in Satan’s) and Lesson 16 (mentioned in Mammon’s, Beel’s and Belphie’s)

Yandere HC’s with The Bros

So let me begin by saying this: I think that all demons are very territorial and even more so possessive. The brothers no doubt all love you, but you couldn’t help but realize that their way of love was starting to get just a tad bit worrying. I mean, you knew that they were demons and that they wouldn’t dream of hurting you (again), but it was starting to feel...intense. After all, they were just starting to express openly how they feel. You tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, but it was scary. They were determined that you were going to know just how much they love you...

And you were going to accept it, whether you wanted to or not.

Lucifer

Very controlling

You thought he was strict before, please, you haven’t seen anything yet

It went from telling you when to eat to downright constantly being in his presence. You were pretty much living in his room at this point, with the exception of leaving for school where he was your only escort

He was the embodiment of Pride, he took in pride in everything that he does, which included you. He was the reflection of perfection, and he were going to make sure that you and your relationship with him would reflect that too

He couldn’t help it. He was the oldest and the brother in charge, and that control transferred into your relationship. There was no room for backtalk or disobedience with him, it was his word, and his word was final

But, it was coming from a good place (in his eyes). He only wanted the best for you, because you deserved the best. And you’re a human, one of the weakest beings to ever exist that demons wouldn’t hesitate to rip limb from limb for fun. And he already lost you once due to his negligence. If he was there, if he knew what you were up to, if he knew your every move, then it wouldn’t have taken place. If he takes control, you would be safe. Sure, you would complain about wanting your “freedom” back (relax MC, he didn’t lock you up yet), but this was the best course of action.

Being the Avatar of Pride and the oldest (and most powerful) of all the brothers, Lucifer was intimidating. He knew the power and the weight that his name holds in the Devildom, he wasn’t Diavolo’s right hand man for nothing. So with that being said, he didn’t have to worry about any lesser demon even thinking about trying to take you away.

He didn’t see anyone as competition. Psh, do you see who he is? If anything, he sees these “competitors” as nuisances. Annoyances that didn’t know how to go away when they noticed that they weren’t welcomed. They weren’t going to take you away, they won’t even get the chance to be physically close to you, but...

He didn’t have a problem in making an example out of one or two people, as a matter of fact he relished it in. Have them on display for the whole Devildom to see. After looking at their disfigured and nearly destroyed bodies, the message is made clear: to make sure that it’s known that you are off limits completely

He loves you MC, and you may not understand that when he hovers over you, demanding that you never leave his sight, when he makes it to where none of your friends talk to you anymore (when they see you both walking, they immediately turn the other way like they haven’t seen you at all), and even when your time with the other brothers is limited to the point where you see him and only him, but he truly does love you

Lucifer loves you. He let his walls down and even swallowed his pride when he admitted this to you, and he doesn’t want to regret it. Which is why he had to be the dominant force in this relationship. He wasn’t going to lose you again, he refused to. No one was going to take you away from him, lest they incur the wrath of the firstborn

Mammon

This demon was already clingy, so just amp it up to an 1000

Mammon already gets picked on by demons, witches, and even his own family. So when you started to defend and comfort him, he was smitten. You, a mere human, making the Great Mammon feel butterflies in his stomach? Had you told Mammon this 100s of years ago that he would fall in love with a human, he would have laughed in your face and blew you off. But here he was, head over heels in love with you

He was already following you, since he was deemed your protector, and he took that title very seriously.

“Oi MC, stay close with me, that creep’s walking too close.” “Human, ‘ya need to let me walk with you every class, what if some no-good demon’s plannin’ something and I’m not there?!” “MC, stay away from that scumbag, I don’t like him being near you...”

Your safety wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a risk he would be taking like he’s playing a game of poker. No. He loves you, and he hasn’t felt this kind of warmth since his days in the Celestial Realm. If it means that he would never leave your side (and trust me, he’s not complaining), then he was happy about it. Ecstatic even. You were a pure soul and you made him smile everyday, he wasn’t willing to lose you by a longshot

He escalated from being a puppy to a growling rabid demon, baring his fangs at anyone he deemed a threat (which was starting to be an alarming rate of people, even people that you both personally knew). Mammon would always have some sort of grip on you, ready to pull you away under the guise that he was defending you. It got to a point where it just seemed like he was always on edge, just picking fights for no reason, and it got to the point where you confronted him about it. These people were your friends! They weren’t random demons trying to eat you alive, they weren’t trying to torture you for entertainment, and you are your own person! You’re not just some possession, and you’re not a child! You can take care of yourself-

He didn’t like that at all

You didn’t understand it, you’re a weakling compared to everyone here, and you wouldn’t make it by yourself (was Belphie not enough proof of that statement?!). You needed Mammon, and he was going to be there protecting you, whether you wanted it or not. He failed once, and got a second chance, and he wasn’t going to waste it. And if you didn’t want his protection, that’s okay. You’ll grow to live and love him soon enough

Many people forget that while Mammon does act childish and does rather stupid things at times, he is the second born. The second most powerful brother right after Lucifer himself. He won’t (or at least tries not to) do these acts in front of you, no. He knows how vulnerable you can be, you’re not used to seeing vicious acts like these in front of you, but he is. Your classmate that wanted to do a study date for a big test? He’s trying to curse you so he can hurt you Canceled last minute and unenrolled from the class next day. Beel’s teammate that asked you for your number? He obviously wants to get some inside info to harm you Bones broken beyond repair to the point where he couldn’t play Fangol anymore and left in despair (you were only trying to plan a surprise for Beel since he’s been working so hard). The demon that accidentally bumped into you on the street? He tried to attack you and Mammon stepped in before it got worse You personally saw what he was capable of before you begged him to stop.

All in all, he’s the Avatar of Greed, it’s in his nature to be selfish. Before, he hated himself for how low his sin would make him feel, but damn did it feel good to indulge in it with it came to you

Leviathan

Out of all the bros to go yandere, he would be one of the worst to encounter. Good luck MC, cause you’re gonna need it dealing with his yandere side

Being that his sin is jealousy, it’s just a disaster waiting to happen. Why were you ALWAYS talking to his brothers and not him?! It’s not fair, it’s not fair!-

On top of that, he can be very manipulative, and he knows it. Whenever he talks down on himself, saying that he can understand why you would want to talk to other people instead of him. After all, he’s just a icky otaku who’s a worthless excuse for the third strongest brother-

Whenever he has this spouts, he knows that you’ll drop everything and come reassure him. You can always reschedule, he needs you now

With Levi, he knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he can’t help it, and he doesn’t care to. It took him so long to find real affection, and even then he still had his suspicions. You don’t really care for him if you keep trying to leave him, you don’t! Clearly, your love was just an act. If you really did love him, then wouldn’t you spend all of your time with him and no one else?

He knew that you couldn’t physically be with him forever, you weren’t immortal after all. But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t spend your remaining time with him. You could switch to online classes like him, constant anime and TSL marathons, and you could even watch him stream live! That sounded like heaven (ironically) to him and it would make him beyond happy, so why aren’t you agreeing with him? You would do this if Mammon asked or even if your hex classmate begged you too, so why not do it for him?? Was he not enough for you?! He knew that someone would try to steal you, and there will be hell to pay

Another thing, Levi was smart. Granted, not as book smart as Satan, but he was smart and sly. Always being stuck in his room, it gave him the chance to be stealthy since no one ever expects him to leave (unless it was for a rare appearance at RAD for student council meetings or something he was actually excited for and wouldn’t shut up about it). This gives him time for what needs to be done: collecting some “personal souvenirs” for himself and getting rid of some scum

Levi is like Mammon, many people forget that not only is he the third strongest, but he is the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. They just don’t see him in this position of power because of his image as the shut-in otaku who fanboys over Ruri-Chan. But when he breaks out of that mentality, people should worry...

He doesn’t like to be super messy, his route is silent but quick. Doesn’t mean that it would be painless though, just quick and without much of a mess. Being an reptile/aquatic demon does have its perks, especially when it comes to using his venom

Levi, while he struggles with openly expressing his feelings, won’t have that much of an issue showing you how he feels. He may not be able to say it with words confidently, but he can definitely show you how he truly feels by never letting you go

Satan

Another one to where if he went yandere, he would be the worst to deal with

Satan, while he had a better handle on his emotions, still struggled from time to time. He is the Avatar of Wrath, and yes, you all didn’t feel like you had to walk on eggshells when conversing with him, it didn’t mean that you could just say or do anything

He still reacted in his angry ways, but it wasn’t nearly as ruthless as how it was before. For example, if you spilled something on him by accident, he’ll be just a little irritated, but after looking at your guilty expression, it would slowly drift away. He knows that you aren’t idiotic like some of his brothers , and it was you, he couldn’t stay mad at you no matter how much he tried. It would eat at him, anger turning into sadness, then clarity and understanding. And you were to thank for that

After the whole body swap fiasco, he gotten better with understanding emotions other than the usual fury that flowed through his body. And the ones that you would make him feel got him addicted, to say the least

Like Levi, he starts to understand that what he is doing can’t be right, but he doesn’t understand why. Satan, one of (if not) the smartest of the brothers, could not figure out what you were making him feel, until it finally hit him when you said the three words he desperately didn’t know that he needed to hear:

“Thank you so much, Satan! Seriously, I love you.”

This feeling became much clearer now. This...was how true love felt? Like the ones that he read so much about? This was like a dream come true then. He, a demon that born from literal wrath, was receiving genuine love. Someone loved him, and he refused to let that go.

He would occupy your time and space more, always offering to help you study for some tests or completing assignments, and even inviting you to come read with him. This was fine, it wasn’t an issue.

What was the issue was how territorial he was getting of you. Whenever someone else wanted to hang out or just be in your presence, Satan would lose his cool. It would start out slowly building with him making snarky comments out loud, saying that they were boring you and wasting your time when you could be with him. Then it would lead to him lingering around, sticking close to your side by either grasping your hand or, if he was feeling extra possessive, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist with him giving a threatening look at the offender. If none of these things were working however (Diavolo forbid if the person was ignoring him or even acting smug), he was ready to explode.

He didn’t want to scare you anymore than he already had. Satan knew that in the past that he used his reputation as the Avatar of Wrath to strike fear into people, including you when you first arrived here. But he was a new demon! He couldn’t make his anger or wrath go away, but he could control it and find new ways to release it instead of the usual rampages. And he wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t just the rage-filled demon, but a man that was more than capable of loving you

But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, let this person get off scot-free. You noticed how tense he was getting, and before you could even blink he already had them dangling by their neck. You could make out some of the things he was saying, “How dare you think you can take MC away from me?! I won’t hesitate to end your pathetic existence if you so much as glance at them-”. He could feel you tugging at him, pleading at him to please calm down and that you could both just leave-

Well, why didn’t you say so earlier MC? All of this could have been avoided if you were just with him this entire time instead of this filth. As long as you kept giving him this euphoric feeling and have him feeling like he’s on Cloud 9, then everything will be fine. A non-rampaging Satan is a happy Satan, and a happy Satan is good for you and everyone around. Just stay in his presence, just give him love, and everything will be peaceful.

Satan is not a merciful demon, and when he acts on his wrath it gets very gruesome. If you want people to keep their body parts attached and not scattered across the Devildom (and not find their bloody heart at your door since they wanted you to have it so much), then don’t stray away from him. When Satan is with you, he feels content with everything, and he doesn’t want that to change. He wants you to be happy with him like he is with you, and he won’t let anyone get in the way of that

You were the beauty to his beast, and he was going to get his happy ever after, even if he had to tear through and rip apart every single person in the way, one by one

Asmodeus

Getting the Avatar of Lust to fall in love with you is a feat that was rarely (if not ever) obtained. It was both a blessing and a curse

A blessing to where you got the treasured fifth born to show you just how much he appreciates you for you, and only wanted your eyes set on him. A curse to where he only wanted your attention, and was furious if your eyes wandered off him for a millisecond.

You knew how Asmo was, he lived for the attention, the spotlight on him and only him, with people announcing their undying love and affection just for him. But there was a glaring problem with this

Asmo wanted you announcing your undying love and affection just for him. He loved his fans, but he didn’t love them like he loved you, and that was a problem for him. You made him fall in love with you, so it’s only fair that you deal with it, right? It’s only fair to love him as much as he did you right? Really, you were the one that was suppose to be madly in love with him, not the other way around

It doesn’t matter what you answered, loving him was the only choice that you had. Your head should be filled with thoughts of Asmo, your attention only set on him, your pretty lips only speaking praises and “I love you” just for him, you should dedicated to Asmo and only Asmo

What did you do to make him fall so hard for you? He’s no stranger to having flings and the feeling of love in general. In the past, he’s convinced himself that he was in love with certain people, but it would never last, the “love” that he felt fleeting. So for you to make him feel this emotion, to feel this true love for so long and it not leave him yet frightened him so much. He wanted you to need him, to feel like he’s your very reason to breath, to live.

And he hated it when other people took your attention away

Asmo definitely wasn’t the one to be messy (he still has to look his best and some pieces of trash was not about to change that), so he lets his charm do the job, literally. Who could deny his request when he tells them that they should just leave MC alone forever, and that maybe they should go pay Cerberus a visit if they’re so desperate for some attention.

All in all, Asmo is borderline delusional that loving him is by giving him your attention, always and forever. He loves you, and the bare minimum that you’ve been giving him (in his eyes) isn’t enough anymore. He deserves your love and affection at all times, even if it means that he would be the only person in your life, then that was even better. Your love was only fitted for perfection, and he was perfection, no one else

Beelzebub

Okay, so Beel is already the nicest brother out of the bunch, so I think he would be the least concerning yandere to worry about

He’s already soft when it comes to you and his family, and he’s protective of you

He’s very, very protective of you

Beel, although he’s among the youngest, is one of the strongest physically. He’s muscular and the tallest out of the family. He doesn’t even need to open his mouth to threaten anyone, he can just stand there and stare menacingly in the background, and whoever was there would run for the hills

He’s always around you, which isn’t a bad thing. All he does is eat (which he offered to share and even feed to you), make small talk, and walk with you to wherever you needed to go. Besides, to you Beel is a big cuddly teddy bear (just with really sharp teeth). He wouldn’t hurt anyone without reason. As long as no one was trying to take you away or hurt you, then everything was fine.

He is willing to share you, but only with Belphie. He’s used to sharing with his twin, and he loved the both of you too much to be completely selfish with you. Plus, he knew that Belphie loved you too. This was the perfect reality for him: having you, his twin, and food. It makes him and Belphie happy, and they’ll make you happy along with keeping you safe

Now, if someone did have the courage to try anything with you, Beel would have no problems eliminating the issue. He’s a nice guy, but he won’t tolerate anything if it deals with his family. He’ll be conscious enough to where he won’t handle it in front of you, if anything he won’t even leave a trace. He’s the Avatar of Gluttony after all, he always has an appetite.

Beel is a very understanding, but also very wary, guy. After the Fall and losing his baby sister Lilith and having Belphie taken too, he’s terrified that something can and is bound to happen to you again. He will be ready this time, he won’t take anything else as an answer. You’ll still have your freedom, and you can still hang around some of your friends (at least for now), but just know that Beel will always be around. He’ll be like your second shadow, and always on the go. He loves you, and he refuses to lose anyone else that he loves.

Belphegor

This man was already yandere, let’s be real

After the whole situation happened and he was given a second chance to build a real relationship with you, he wasn’t going to screw it up. Believe it or not, despite his laziness, he was going to try his hardest to create a genuine bond with you. Actions speak louder than words after all, and he wanted to show you how much he’s changed. He was indebted to you, you gave him the chance to be with Beel again, and to get out of that cursed attic (even though he did kill you afterwards and was playing you like a fool)

Very possessive and very selfish. If he had to share, it would only be with his twin obviously. No one else was going to have you, and he would make sure that was a fact. After all, all he needed was you and Beel, no one else

Also like Levi, very manipulative. He doesn’t want to be that way, but if it keeps you by his side and no one else’s then oh well, he’ll get over it. If it has to be done, it has to be done

You don’t need to go to that party with Asmo, it’s time for your nightly cuddle sessions. Don’t go with that idiot Mammon, he wants his cuddles now. Why are you going with Diavolo and Lucifer? Are you forgetting what they did to him, what his dear older brother did to him to save face? See what you did, you made him sad, maybe if you take a nap with him and forget about everyone else he’ll start to feel a little bit better...

He’s lazy, but don’t take his laziness for weakness. If someone is really starting to become a bother, he’ll happily eradicate the threat. He’ll leave the body behind too, he wouldn’t feel like cleaning up. Plus, he would be proud of his work. Many people think that just because his sin is Sloth is that he’s a puny demon, but they also forget that he’s one of the most powerful demons to even grace Hell. And like Satan, he’s not very merciful. He won’t be as savage and bloodthirsty like him, but he’ll make sure that the problem goes in an agonizing way.

MC, just know that Belphie loves you for you, and not because of the Lilith revelation. His words may not come across like he does, but what he doesn’t say with his words, he makes up for in action. I mean, you don’t have to worry about other demons being a pain because he’ll make sure that they’ll go away, and plus you can just stay in their room! Studies show that sleeping next to someone you love is super healthy and helps you sleep better in general, and who else is better for the job than him?

He’s going to prove to you that he really loves you, he’s not going to make any more mistakes, and he’s not going to have any more regrets when it comes to you, he’s going to make sure of that. No one is going to get in the way of the ideal dream: just you, him, and Beel. Not random demons, not the other exchange students, not even Diavolo. No one was getting in the way, no one.

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Gorgeous - Elias Pettersson

This is from my old blog (oh-holy-alien). Only want to write, no drama here please.

You should take it as a compliment

That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

The first time you had ever met Elias had been a bit of a disaster. Brock had invited you to join the team at a celebration, you’d met Brock when he first moved to Vancouver. You’d become instant friends, almost like you’d known each other forever.

The club was jumping, it always was this way on a Friday night in Vancouver. You’d been hesitant to find Brock, debating whether or not you should really actually go home.

He’d spotted you before you got the chance to fully explore your options, the smile on his face growing as he made his way to you. He’d wrapped you in a hug, telling you he’d missed before you could even blink. It was a welcome hug after the week you’d had, and you don’t break apart until a throat is cleared behind Brock.

“Oh uh, right,” Brock laughs, looking behind him to where a blonde male waits. “Y/N this is my other best friend, Petey.”

“Petey? That’s an odd name,” you tease, sticking your hand out for him to shake. You feel a wave of shock run through your body when you make eye contact with him. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of ice blue and you feel swept away in their current. Your chest tightens as he shakes your hand, the contact sends jolts of electricity through your body.

“It’s a nickname,” he says, voice deep and clearly not North American. “My name is Elias.”

You can’t help but giggle at his accent, it’s not your fault. This is the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life and giggling at hot men is like a level one on your flirting meter.

“Nice to meet you!” You say, ditching the two blondes to greet the rest of the team and grab some drinks. Your heart flutters as you walk away from Elias. You don’t think you’ve ever met a man that attractive in your life. You can feel yourself falling already, deciding it best to probably hid the feelings in alcohol.

It’s not until hours later when you’re at least eight drinks in, maybe? You’ve lost count really, the point is you are far past drunk. Elias is standing alone and your drunk mind takes over, leading you to his side.

“Where are you from, Petey?” You slur, reaching out to rest against his shoulder. Over your shoulder, he can see Brock and Jake almost as drunk as you watching the interaction closely.

“Sweden, a small town named Ånge,” he says, he’s a little apprehensive at your brazenness.

“A small town named Ånge,” you giggle back, unable to get rid of the mocking tone in your voice. He flinches a little at the fact that you very poorly imitated his accent.

Brock luckily swooped in to save the day, guiding you over to sit with Jake. He can see the look of hurt flash briefly over Elias’ face. He joins his friend once he knows you’re safe in the booth.

“I don’t think your friend likes me very much,” Elias says, eyes down on the beer bottle label as he peels at it anxiously.

“Quite the opposite actually,” Brock counters, nudging the swede out of his misery.

“What do you mean?” Elias wonders out loud, eyes trailing to where your head is resting against Jake’s shoulder as you appear to have a deep drunk nonsense conversation.

“I know for a fact that you should take it as a compliment that she made fun of your accent,” Brock smiles, gesturing his beer towards you. “She was definitely flirting with you bro.”

You should think about the consequence

Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

The next time you saw Elias was at a hockey game. Brock had gotten you your usual ticket, he liked to call you his lucky charm as he seemed to score every time you showed up. The arena was packed, luckily Brock always made sure your tickets were sat near the significant others, so you had company. There was a decent amount of Toronto Maple Leafs jerseys being worn in the building, of course, you weren’t surprised, at least six of your coworkers were huge Leafs fans.

You found yourself distracted through this game, since being introduced to the gorgeous Swede you just kept finding yourself focussing on him. He played with such passion and dedication, his moves were so precise and well thought out. Every time he got the puck, you couldn’t help but get excited.

Holly kept nudging you knowingly. She had heard from Bo about what you considered to be a major disaster of the first meetings, between you and the young Swede. She had caught you more than once staring as Elias had the puck.

“Why don’t you take Gunnar for a second?” She suggests, laughing as you shake your eyes away from where the tall blond had passed the puck to Brock.

“Yeah sure,” you say, reaching over for the sweet baby. He coos happily in your arms, attempting to grab the necklace around your neck.

“Doesn’t seem like it was that much of a disaster if you can’t keep your eyes off of him,” Holly laughs, sticking a drool blanket over your shoulder. “You seem pretty smitten with him.”

You can feel her knowing eyes on you. No matter how hard you try to hide it, the older woman can always read you like a child’s book. You feel exposed under her intense stare. You try to hide your blush by cooing back to the small boy in your lap. He giggles bashfully, little hands coming up to his mouth as he relaxes into your hold.

“I don’t think it’s my fault,” you mumble finally, the words had taken too long to form within your mind.

“What was that?” Holly teases, eyes back on the ice where her husband dekes out the Toronto defence.

“He’s like some sort of magnet,” you say, Gunnar clasps his tiny hand around your finger. “I just feel attracted to him. It seems like every single time he’s near, there’s some sort of gravitation pull. Am I crazy?”

Holly laughs, but the conversation is interrupted by Bo scoring a goal and she jumps out of her seat to cheer. You pick up Gunnar and clap his hands together. The crowd around you goes wild and Holly turns to high-five Meghan Pearson.

“Your daddy scored Gunnar! Say yay daddy!” You smile at the sweet boy, he smiles back, ever the happy boy. He babbles back at you. He can’t form actual words but he sure tries and it makes you smile. His little hands clap together sloppily, a good effort for a five-month-old.

You don’t notice Elias watching you intently interact with the baby from the bench.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us

He's in the club doing, I don't know what

“So where is Mr. Moneybags?” Brock teases, he’s sat at the booth squished between Olli and Quinn across from you. You’ve got Thatcher and Lexi on either side of you, Elias is squished between Thatcher and Olli. Elias’ eyes narrow at the mention of some sort of man involved in your life.

It’s a Wednesday night, not your typically crazy clubbing night. Just an after-game celebration, more of a casual drink than your usual hangout nights. The bar is unsurprisingly nearly empty, it is after 10 o’clock and a weeknight so no one’s surprised at this fact. It’s pretty much just your booth of friends, many of the older Canucks opted out, having children to take care of the next morning or were just exhausted. There’s soft country playing in the background, you had noticed Petey’s face scrunch up annoyed when the group entered the bar. It had been Brock’s choice.

“For the last time Brock,” you sigh, eyes rolling as you twirl the straw in your drink. “He’s not that rich. Literally everyone at this table, other than me, makes more than him.”

Olli’s eyebrows rise at you, trying to persuade you to cut the bullshit. In reality, James is probably richer than all the guys at the table combined but you’d rather they not know that.

“Where is your boyfriend then?” Quinn questions, at least his question has the semblance of innocence behind it.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Q.” You huff out, you didn’t want to get into this tonight. “He’s an occasional sex partner that I accompany to events when he needs it.” You try to nonchalantly convey that you actually sometimes enjoy his company. You used to enjoy James’ company until he got really drunk one night and was an absolute dick. And I guess you have to consider the fact that he definitely texted you last week and dumped you so to say.

“He’s your sugar daddy,” Brock barks across the table, shit-eating grin adorning his face. The rest of the table laughs loudly, except for Elias who just sits there pensively staring at the reflective tabletop.

“Actually he broke up with me,” you sigh, finally caving and telling the truth. “He found a woman his own age and decided he didn’t want to fuck anymore.”

You notice everybody’s faces drop slightly at the mention. It’s not like you hide the slight venom in your tone. Elias looks almost pleased with the new information and you ponder what that means briefly.

“Guys, seriously I’m totally fine. He wasn’t even that good in bed,” you can feel your cheeks heating up at the pitying looks your friends are giving you. Your heart beats quicker when you meet Elias’ eyes. There’s no pity on his face, maybe hope? You can’t quite place it.

“All the more reason to get drunk,” Olli smirks, sliding out of the booth. “Next round is on me.”

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Brock looks almost bored from where he’s sat on the couch with you. Considering you’ve been talking about Elias for the last hour or so, you don’t blame him. You probably sound like a crazy lady anyway.

“It just physically hurts me, Brock,” You sigh, dramatically petting Coolie who happily pants at your side. Milo lifts his head from his bed on the ground, huffing when he realizes that no one will make room for him on the couch.

“Uh-huh,” he rolls his eyes, scrolling through his phone. He’s definitely not been paying attention.

“Are you even listening to me, Brock I-don’t-know-your-middle-name Boeser?” You finally question, turning to face him, exasperation written clearly on your face.

“You never will know it,” he smirks back. “And yes I have been listening. You think Elias is literally the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. You can’t say anything because you’re both somewhat awkward around each other, which is super weird for the rest of us by the way. And he’s so pretty it makes you hate him because you like him so much. I’m pretty sure you actually said and I quote ‘he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and there’s nothing I want more than what I can’t have’. You should just ask him out.”

This has you sputtering. “Uh, no way. Petey is way out of my league.” You nervously play with your fingers. “I’m not even sure he likes me that way.”

Brock’s face softens at the melancholy expression on yours. He moves closer to you on the couch to embrace you. You can hear the traffic below his apartment building racing, Brock’s slow heartbeat and the shallow breaths Milo makes while he sleeps. It’s comforting these sounds, and you can’t help but tear up a little as Brock holds you.

“I’m pretty sure he likes you too,” Brock says when he finally pulls away. He knocks your shoulder away from him for good measure, you huff back at him and roll your eyes.

“I can’t really do anything with pretty sure there, Brock.”

You should take it as a compliment

That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

The ballroom was scattered with people, every single one dressed to the nines. You could technically consider yourself one of them, being as you wore a gorgeous formal dress. You’re not even sure how Brock convinced you to join him tonight. These events always end up super boring and you’re pretty sure you’ve talked to every single person in this room.

Except for one, Elias Fredrik Pettersson. It’s not that you’re avoiding him per se, it’s that you don’t want to break your poor heart more than necessary. You’ve purposely skirted around him all night, finding the perfect opportunities to move onto chatting up the next person whenever he seemed to get closer. You want to be near him, but you know doing so would increase your chances of spontaneously combusting. He makes you feel alive and on fire at the same time but you know he probably doesn’t feel the same.

You were currently talking up a donor, Quinn by your side as the donor asked about your work.

“I’ve been there for a year now, I’m really loving it,” you smile hand, wrapped eloquently around your martini glass. “The only problem is I work with so many Leafs’ fans.” This garners a laugh from the tiny group and suddenly Brock is by your side.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I steal her for a minute or two?” He questions, gentlemanly features on full display. He had a hand wrapped delicately around your upper arm, not in any violent or hurtful way, just enough so he could pull you safely away from your group.

“Of course, Mr. Boeser,” the donor smiles, his teeth are whiter than normal and you can’t help but internally roll your eyes. “You’ve got a fine young lady there.”

Brock just smiles and mumbles something, too preoccupied to explain that you’re not actually his girlfriend. He pulls you gently away from the group and into a quieter corner. It’s just you and him for a moment. You’re beginning to think he just needed a moment away from all the people and used you as a valid excuse to get that, but then his eyes narrow at you.

“Why are you avoiding Petey?” He questions, his gaze is intense and you can feel him almost looking through you like he could read what’s plaguing your mind.

“I’m definitely not avoiding Petey,” you try to lie, not fully meeting his eyes. “I don’t know why you would ever think I was.”

“That’s such bullshit,” he scoffs, eyes finding something over your shoulder, you don’t have to turn around to know he’s made eye contact with the aforementioned Swede.

“It’s not,” you can’t even bring yourself to finish trying to sell your facade.

“Yeah it is, otherwise Elias wouldn’t have come to me an hour ago moping about how you’re avoiding him,” Brock says. Your eyes widen, you didn’t even realize that Elias had noticed you escaping him all night long. Looking back though, you definitely weren’t discreet about it.

“Why does he even care,” you mumble, trying to pull away from the conversation and disappear back into your many meaningless donor conversations.

“He likes you,” Brock replies, trying his best to look genuine. You can’t tell for sure if he’s faking it or if it’s authentic. Either way, it’s a pathetic attempt at puppy eyes and you really want to tease him for it, but your heart just isn’t in it.

All you can do is nod and walk away.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Canucks’ Halloween parties always ended up being legendary affairs. You’d been to a single one before but had gotten blackout drunk so early in the night that Troy and Emma had taken you home before anything good could’ve happened. You can’t help but think about how much you miss them as you scan over the empty bar the team had reserved solely for the party.

JT Miller and his wife, Natalie, look adorable dressed as Hercules and Megara, you know for a fact that their two little girls also matched the costume as Pain and Panic. They had brought the sweet little girls over to trick or treat at your apartment early in the afternoon and you’d been absolutely taken away with how cute they truly were.

“You look insanely hot,” Natalie smiles when you approach the two. You smile and do a little joking twirl for the both of them. JT just laughs and Natalie admires the handiwork they went into your costume.

“Thank you, I made it myself actually,” you smooth down the dress. You had decided that this year you wanted to go for something more on the original side, opting to make a fabric replica of Lady Gaga’s 2010 meat dress. It had been a feat to make but you were insanely proud of how it turned out.

You can see JT forming a joke in his mind as Olli approaches.

“Holy fuck!” He shouts, garnering the attention of the entire party. “I thought you were joking when you said you made the dress.”

Quinn laughs from behind him. “You owe me 50 bucks, dude.”

“You guys bet on whether or not I was actually going to make my dress?” You question, not at all shocked that the idiots you’re friends with would do such a thing. They both nod as Olli pulls his wallet out from his pocket, he decked to the nine in full Jack Sparrow pirate garments and he oddly pulls off the dread looks you find yourself noting.

Quinn looks a little less put together in his clearly last-minute Ned Flanders costume. He hasn’t completely nailed the look, missing some key aspects like the glasses but you applaud him for still dressing up.

“Have you seen Brock?” You ask them when they’ve finally finished their money transfer. They both point over to the other side of the room where Brock, Petey and Brock’s new girlfriend stand. You nod and thank them before making your way over.

Brock looks absolutely miserable in his Sully onesie pyjama outfit. You don’t blame him, it looks ridiculous. His new girlfriend, of only about three weeks if you recall correctly, is dressed as Boo and she looks cute but it’s awfully slutty. You can’t but think it’s not very tasteful, you’ve only met her once or twice and haven’t been able to get a full read on her quite yet.

Elias is probably the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. He’s dressed as Timmy Turner from Fairly Odd Parents, you saw Nils Hoglander and Will Lockwood dressed as Cosmo and Wanda earlier when you first arrived and were just now putting two and two together. It was sweet how Elias had talked them into a group costume after taking them under his wing this season and last.

Your heart flutters at how flattering the pink shirt is for Elias’ complexion. His fake buck teeth are absolutely ridiculous but you also can’t help but think that he makes them work.

“Hi, guys!” You smile brightly when you get close to them. Elias perks up at your voice, he smiles brightly at you. His eyes scream help me as he looks away from the couple. They appear to be bickering as you get closer and your eyes widen when you gesture towards them.

Brock pulls you into a side hug. “You look hot!” He smiles, you twirl around once again, proudly showing off the outfit that took you so long to make.

His girlfriend Kate scoffs, before storming away clearly angry. She barely even acknowledges your presence, even going as far as to bump your shoulder when she walks by you. Brock quickly follows after her, looking frantic like a deer in headlights.

“Well that was awkward,” Elias jokes, trying to make light of the situation. He’s pulled out the fake buck teeth and pocketed them.

You don’t feel like laughing though. You were really hoping that this girlfriend would be different from the others. Clearly, she wasn’t. You felt bad, it seemed that ever since you and Brock had become pals two years ago, every girl in his life had ended up jealous of your relationship. No matter how much both of you explain that it was strictly platonic and more brother-sister like than anything, no girl stuck around long enough to find out.

Elias is quick to read your body language. He can tell you’re upset, he reaches his hand over to clasp yours. You accept it willingly, jolts of electricity shooting up your arm at the sweet contact.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs to you, barely audible over the music.

“Thanks, Elias,” you mumble back, leaning into his body for a hug. He wraps his arms around your frame. Everything about this feels right. It’s like every single part of your body that touching his is on fire, but in the best way. The kind of way that makes you want to burn forever. You know he can feel it too, it’s in the way he grips your hips.

You can’t stop your body as you pull your chest away from his. You make eye contact and his beautiful eyes are the softest you’ve ever seen them. Your hands move to cup his cheeks and before you know it, your lips are square on his. It’s a gentle kiss, there’s the clear pressure of him kissing back, evident also by hands splaying along your back to pull you closer to him.

It’s soft and sweet and just feels right. His lips are soft on yours. This is probably the best kiss you’ve ever had, your eyes flutter shut and it feels like a fairytale moment where your leg wants to pop up as if you were in a romance movie.

He pulls away slightly, lips now evidently pinker. Elias rests his forehead against yours smiling softly.

“I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time,” he smiles, left hand leaving your back to push stray hair from the wig on your head out of your face.

“Me too, I’m glad I did,” you smile softly, your hand falling down to his chest. “I was nervous you didn’t like me this way, you’re probably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

He blushes at the compliment, shyly trying to look away and pretend like his cheeks aren’t going as rosy as the fake uncooked meat on your dress. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Fuck yes,” Olli hollers, making you and Elias jump slightly but not release your hold on one another. “Quinn, I’ll take my fifty bucks back please.”

“Do you guys have anything better to do than bet on my life?” You turn around in Elias’ hold to look at the pair, Elias snickers from behind you before pressing a reassuring kiss on your shoulder.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

But if you're single that's honestly worse

“What do you mean he hasn’t texted you since Halloween?” Holly asks, disbelief evident on her face as she looks at you. She’s got an almost asleep Gunnar on her hip, and she’s doing her weird little rocking dance to ensure he does properly go to sleep. You’re standing outside the dressing room in Roger’s arena, waiting patiently for your respective players to come out. You’re not here for Elias though, no you’re here for Brock.

“It’s only been a week, he’s probably busy. I mean we’ve talked about stuff but not like what happened.” You say, picking absently at the flaky nail polish on your nails. “I don’t think he meant what he said on Halloween. Hell, he’s probably seeing someone else already.”

Holly rolls her eyes at you. She’s used to seeing a confident version of you that takes what you want, this current version that appears to have given up is unusual to her. You’re acting like a teenager with a bad crush, not like the super cool badass woman you are.

“You’re going to talk to him when he comes out.” She says, moving to put her finally sleeping baby in the stroller you hadn’t even noticed that she brought with her. He whines a little as she puts him down and your heart melts a little as the sleepy boy wiggles into a comfortable position.

“Who is Y/N talking to?” Brock asks, startling both you and Holly. You should’ve been expecting him and yet his quiet cat-like movements got the best of you once again.

“I’m making her talk to Elias,” Holly says, putting a hand on your shoulder and directing you to where the gorgeous blond has just exited the dressing room.

His hair is wet from his shower and falling in every which direction. You can feel your heart pick up at the cute flush on his face. You start to make your way towards him, smile picking up on your face. He smiles at some of the ladies before joining a beautiful blonde girl you’ve never seen before.

Your heart catches in your throat, he presses a kiss against her cheek. You can feel any ounce of confidence you had mustered up, shattering within you. You turn around quickly and look frantically at Brock and Holly. They both look a little puzzled. You want to run and hide.

You were definitely right, you meant nothing to him. You want nothing more than to curl up in a ball and die. Of course, he has a girlfriend, you were crazy to think he didn’t.

“Y/N!” He shouts, pulling away from the woman and coming up beside you. “Babe, hi.”

Elias has you stopped in your tracks, you turn to look at him and his whole entire face displays a tenderness you never see on his face except when he’s looking at you. Your heart breaks a little more as you look at him.

“Hi,” is all you can muster, your flight or fight mode has been activated and you find yourself subconsciously looking for a fire exit out of the corner of your eyes.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get to take you out this week, I’ve had no time.” He says, his hand goes to hold yours and you convince every fibre of your being to let him hold it. He can read the hesitation on your face.

Your eyes dart to the woman standing behind him, he follows your movement. His eyes widen and all of a sudden he’s laughing. You look back to him absolutely confused.

Elias smiles, taking your other hand and leading you over to the woman. She’s absolutely beautiful and she smiles kindly at you.

“Y/N, this is Fanny, my brother’s girlfriend. Fanny this is, well hopefully she’s my girlfriend.” He smiles, a hand coming to your back to rub up and down. You feel a little embarrassed at your earlier assumption.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you smile, holding your hand out but instead she wraps you in a warm embrace. You can’t hide the smile on your face as you wrap your arms around her frame.

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

The Canucks New Years party was in full effect. Not as official as the Halloween party but still a wild affair, Brock had decided to throw it this year. His living room was full of the people you loved most.

Elias’s arm is wrapped firmly around your waist, a beer in his hand while he talks to Quinn, you can’t help but lean your head against his shoulder, basking in the glory and warmth of his love.

You’re only half-listening to their conversation and half-looking out at the beautiful skyline. The night sky is light up with multicoloured lights, off in the vague distance you can see fireworks going off in English Bay. You realize your drink is empty when you bring it to your lips.

“I’m going to get another drink,” you say, loosening your hold on Elias who pouts slightly as you do. “Do you want another beer, babe?”

“Yes please,” he leans in to give you a kiss, you happily accept. It’s a quick peck, much to Quinn’s pleasure. He often complains about you two getting too comfortable in front of him.

“Do you want anything, Huggy?” You ask, making sure not to leave the younger defenceman out.

“No thanks, Y/N,” he returns to his conversation with your boyfriend and you slip away.

It’s easy to make your way to the kitchen, you smile at your friends as you go, occasionally stopping to hug one or two. You find yourself finally in the kitchen, it’s quiet. A nice reprieve from the loud music and excessive chatter you think. You’re grabbing a beer from the fridge when you notice someone else in the kitchen.

“Oh hi Kate,” you say, trying to smile politely. Last you’d heard she had broken up with Brock. He was an emotional wreck and it took both you and Elias to bring him out of it. You didn’t even know she’d be here tonight.

“Y/N, Hi,” she tucks her hair behind her hair. “I really wanted to apologize to you for how rude I was at the Halloween Party. I’ve had a few boyfriends who’ve claimed to not be in love with their best friends and it’s never what actually happens. If I had known that Elias was the one for you, I wouldn’t have been so horrible to you. I’m really sorry.”

You smile widely at her. “It’s no problem at all, I really appreciate your apology. Brock really does like you, so please don’t break his heart.”

“I promise I won’t,” she quietly leaves and you’re not sure if you actually believe her but you wave it off. You want to give her the benefit of the doubt because she seems genuine and you want Brock to be happy like you are.

You’ve got Elias’ beer in your hand and you’re just staring at it, attempting to remember what exactly you were doing. It hits you and you grab your own drink, stirring happily. It feels nice to have things resolved with Kate. You understand completely how she feels, you reacted similarly when you weren’t sure who Fanny was but you were able to get to know her and ended up absolutely loving her, so maybe Kate will end up the same way.

You return to Elias’ side, Olli and Thatcher have joined their little group. You smile at the boys, handing Elias his bottle. He presses a grateful kiss to your forehead, pulling you back into his side like you were before. You can’t help but smile, you feel complete.

Suddenly your favourite slow song starts to play and you brighten up even more. Elias takes notice, grabbing your drink from your hand and placing it on an extra table with his beer. You look at him puzzled.

“You love this song,” he smiles, taking your hand and pulling you towards the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s dance.”

If you could combust right now you would, your boyfriend is literally the kindest, most attentive man ever and you wouldn’t change him for the world. He places his hands respectfully on your waist and you wrap yours around his neck. He’s humming along to the song and you tuck your head into the crook of his neck.

The gentle pace of swaying is soothing and you lift your head up to stare into Elias’ eyes. They’re the most beautiful shade of blue you’d ever seen. You’d never really liked blue until the first time you really looked at his eyes. They’re as icy as his hidden sassy personality and you love it. If you died right now, you’d die happy.

“What are you thinking about?” Elias asks, breaking you from your train of thought. You blink rapidly, suddenly remembering where you are. A blush covers your face.

“Just about how lucky I am to have you.” You smile, hands finding his hair and playing with it. It was going to be your best year ever.

#elias pettersson #elias pettersson imagine #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #kylie writes hockey #my standalone fics

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when I created this blog last year, on the third of June 2020, I solely did it because I wanted a place to yell about my current obsession. I fully, fully expected to only use this blog for a few months and then leave, but (as you all know) it turned out a little bit differently. this year has been overwhelming - both in a good and bad way. the response to this blog has been absolutely crazy and to be completely honest, at times I got overwhelmed by that. sometimes I thought to myself: 'what if I stop being able to meet the expectations of the people that follow me?' while I know that isn't the way I should think.

but most of all: it's been overwhelmingly good. I am so, so thankful for every sweet message, every ask, every follower, every reblog and every like. so, thank you. thank you to my 1,760 followers, thank you for over 100,000 notes on my original posts. thank you for agreeing with me, thank you for listening and also, thank you for being critical and making me rethink things.

I'll get to my other mutuals soon, but first I have to thank @babssionate for the header that she made for this post, despite her busy schedule. Babette, you are a beacon of kindness and light; you are a soft voice, yet spoken loudly. you are one of my comfort blogs and I know that I can always turn to you if things get too much, so thank you for that.

@bahrain-lights you go in one direction, I go in the other and somehow we end up at the same place. you are the shadow and the light: in between being a Cancer and a Leo, in between being an infj and an isfj, and you are always walking in circles between what I want to hear and what I need to hear. I don’t say it often, because I’m annoying and stupid like that, but I really do appreciate you and am so thankful to have you as a friend. @callumsmick you are SO. SMART. you are the kind of person who sees through everything; who knows how the situation will pan out before it even happens. you are the feeling behind the words before they are written. I love the comfort of knowing that I can always send you a message whenever I have an idea, or a crazy theory that I know you won’t judge me for. I am so thankful because I know that you are always around.

@evepiastri Eve, I think the funniest thing about me following you is that I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, like ever. however, I LOVE following you and I think you are one of the people that has made my F1blr experience so good - you have such a kind and welcoming heart, and your continuous support will always surprise me. I think you sell yourself short for that, so I hope you know that I, along with so many others, am so thankful to have you here.

@dishaaster many things in life are uncertain, but there’s one thing I know for sure: the Haas puns will never stop. and I LOVE that. you are such a good person; a caterpillar that doesn’t know their full potential yet. thank you for sticking around, I know things aren’t always easy for you and I hope things will fall into place soon. you deserve to feel as great as you are.

@formula-done Sasha, you are like a tiny sun that I keep in my pocket, like the first spring morning after a long winter; no matter what happens, I know that you will eventually come around. I genuinely believe you are one of the most supportive people I have ever met in my life. whatever happens, I know that I can always seek comfort in you and I hope you know it’s okay for you to do the same thing in return.

@formulola you were one of the first people I ever followed on here, and you always remind me of summer 2020 in which I religiously read your posts and answers. you are a person made out of fire - you always stand up for what you believe in, regardless of what anybody thinks of that. I think that’s what encouraged me to also do that, so I have to thank you for that.

@verstappened I need to mention you, because if it wasn’t for you, this blog genuinely wouldn’t have existed. when I first started following a bunch of F1 blogs on another blog that I had, you were the one I looked up to the most. you opened the door for me, my words will always be a reflection of yours and I am so incredibly thankful for that.

and then, I also want to thank these lovely people: @acrosstobear, @albonoo, @alexlatifis, @biblical-scenes, @blesshimvettel, @bonocedes, @brawn-gp, @callciumilott, @cinnamonstroll, @dutchgrandprix, @dyspraxic-fantastic, @elisabeth-f1lover, @f1-disaster-bi, @formationlapsz, @formulahannah, @formulakay, @formulaur, @formula-what, @georgeousrussell, @happyself, @ilottsupremacy, @itsraceday, @landhoe, @landonrris, @limp-wrist-max, @maxricciardo, @mclarenbelievesinmiracles, @myimaginarywonderland, @nickynutellatifi, @p1tstop, @race-week, @racinglando, @redbulllracing, @russellscuffle, @russelly, @safetycarz, @schumcher-russll, @sebeestian, @sirroscoehamilton, @speedyboysiloveyou-ahh, @stuffstephstans, @sunshinesewis, @vestimybesti, @violetvettel, @volimborris, @widdajan & @wonderpodia.

thank you. think kind thoughts🧡.

#wait WHAT DO I TAG THIS AS #elle talks #i guess?

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1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for July 2021! Below you’ll find One Direction fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup.

Happy reading!

Game Changer by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, 6k, Mature, tumblr post]

“Did the doctor say what was wrong with you?”

“He thought I was pregnant,” Louis scoffs. “Told me to go home and take a test, a pregnancy test, Haz. Can you imagine the nerve it takes for him to even think that?”

Harry looks lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. “Did you? Take a test, I mean?”

“Of course I didn’t.”

OR: A couple months before playing in his first long-awaited World Cup, Louis finds out he’s pregnant. Harry’s there for the ride.

(I Was Broke) You Healed Me by @fallinglikethis

[Harry/Niall, 12k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Niall Horan is an unmated pregnant omega living on his own after his alpha boyfriend leaves him. Far from his family and friends in Ireland, Niall is stuck living in a complex for Alpha/Omega bondmates, terrified every day of being found out by his landlord.As if that isn't enough, he's suffering from touch deprivation. Luckily, Niall's doctor can at least help him with that part: she prescribes Niall some cuddle sessions. It's only a little weird that the person she's prescribing him is her brother. Or maybe that's actually a little bit perfect.

The Only Pain in Pleasure is the Pleasure of the Pain by Layne Faire / @laynefaire

[Liam/Zayn, 10k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Liam had followed InZaynity, an artist's Instagram, for ages. Not only was the artist incredibly talented, his voice poured over Liam like warm honey on a winter's night, and his hands were the stuff Liam's wank dreams were made of. However, having Zayn unexpectedly arrive as the newest artist at his best friend's tattoo shop brought Liam's fantasies and reality a little too close for comfort.

Zayn Malik met his boss' friend on his first day at Fine Line Tattoos, and felt an instant attraction. Unfortunately, given Liam's unwillingness to even hold a conversation with him, Zayn was certain the feelings weren't reciprocal. Or were they?

When Liam's new tattoo design falls outside the scope of Tommo's talent, and he recommends Zayn do it, Liam reluctantly agrees. Surely he could manage to spend hours in Zayn's company without revealing his biggest secret, right? Right?

Blow Me Away by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[Louis/Liam, 6k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis likes giving blow jobs.

He doesn't exactly get off on it – he's been with people who properly loved it, and he's not quite that into it – but he doesn't mind the feel or the taste and he really, really likes watching his partner lose it, so getting down on his knees regularly is a no brainer.

Which is why it's a bit frustrating that every time he does, Liam hauls him back up again.

Why Didn't We Make Out the Night We Met? by @berzerkshires

[Louis/Harry, 52k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis and Harry meet in an alley outside the hotel Louis is staying for the weekend. Harry introduces himself as Ed, and Louis is completely clueless. They have a relationship through text messages, phone calls, shared pictures and Facetime calls. Is a cell phone being the only source of communication enough? Will Louis ever learn that he's really talking to an international popstar? And what happens when the world is shutdown due to a wide spread virus?

I Love This Feeling (But I Hate This Part) by @lululawrence

[Harry/Louis, 7k, Not rated, tumblr post]

“Stand up.”

Harry stood up from the couch, not a moment’s delay.

“Oh my god, is that what that’s like?” Harry turned to Louis, surprise on his face. “I really thought they were somehow exaggerating, but it really is an automatic response with absolutely no thought from me behind it whatsoever.”

Louis sighed again. “You really wanna keep doing this? Have me use my alpha voice on you so you can work on resisting it?”

“Yup,” Harry said, clapping his hands and smiling. “How else am I going to be able to have any chance at reducing the power an alpha voice has on me?”

I Said It Wrong, But I Meant It Right by @lululawrence

[Liam/Nick Grimshaw, 4k, Not rated, tumblr post]

Nick was a bit of a disaster, but she was used to it.

Or so she thought. She had never known how much she could struggle just to function until the new fire lady goddess angel person winked at her.

Oh, Those Summer Nights by cherrylarry / @beelou

[Louis/Harry, 1k, General, tumblr post]

“Are you okay?” He kneels down to inspect where Harry still has his hand pressed against his head.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.”

“My name’s Louis. Can I buy you dinner or something to make up for hitting you in the head?”

Harry crinkles his eyebrows. “Me?”

Louis chuckles. “Yes, you. If you’d like?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.” Harry smiles so that his dimples show. “I’m Harry.”

“Harry, it's a date, then." Louis grins.

An extended scene of the beginning of the movie Grease as a larry au

people fall in love in mysterious ways (maybe just the touch of a hand) by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers, @justalarryblog / Bekita, @bluecolouredlou , @beelou / cherrylarry, @thedevilinmybrain / devilinmybrain, @hershelsue / docklands, @foreverfanficaddict,@idolizingthelight / idolizingthelightt, @inlockets / loveroflou, @perfectdagger, @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 13k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Set in a world where meeting your soulmate causes a literal spark, Louis Tomlinson has no time for fate. He knows all too well the heartbreak that having a soulmate can bring and he'd rather avoid the whole affair. But, when a chance meeting with up-and-coming popstar, Harry Styles, causes the biggest electrical surge the world has ever seen, Louis must confront the truth that sometimes destiny knocks when you least expect it.

Somehow, Someway by @zanniscaramouche

[Louis/Harry, 16k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Louis Tomlinson has everything all figured out for a smooth post-graduation sailing into the perfect career in the music industry. A canceled class, a high school play, and a disarming set of dimples were not part of the plan. (Especially when they belong to a boy wearing someone else’s jacket.)

Featuring: A punk with the worst timed crush in history, that moody art kid that never shares cigarettes, the cutest pastel-pink wearing boy on the planet, and his unfortunately nice bottle-blond jock of a boyfriend.

Forts & Fortunes by @neondiamond

[Louis/Harry, 2k, General, tumblr post]

It’s finals week at uni and Harry is struggling to find a healthy balance between studying and tending to his needs. Lucky for him, Louis is there to help him out with that.

One way to reduce tension by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, 1k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry knows of a few ways to help Louis get rid of some pent up stress…

We Got a Call by @greenblueish / bluegreenish

[Louis/Harry, 24k, Mature, tumblr post]

“Fisher from St Peter hospital, hello. Is this Mr Tomlinson?”

Louis’ eyebrows furrow in concern. Why is the hospital calling him? Has someone he knows been in an accident? “Uh, yes?”

“Great. Your results are in. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!”

“Pregnant?” he chokes, the word almost getting caught in his throat.

“Yes, without doubt,” the woman from the hospital confirms, her voice neutral but somehow chirpy. “I recommend promptly booking an appointment with your ob/gyn to discuss how to proceed.”

"I...Yeah, I’ll talk to my … partner.”

or, the one where Louis and Harry Tomlinson are married and Louis accepts a phone call that was definitely meant for his husband.

How Long Will We Fall (Before We Can Climb) by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 860 words, General, tumblr post]

Louis' faith in Harry is unbreakable. When they get caught kissing and he is thrown out of his home forever, he has to learn to have faith in himself.

Rope, Leather and Lipstick by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 552 words, Mature, tumblr post]

Something about ropes around wrists, and tinting skin the colour of strawberry ice cream, tender and kissed by dark lips. Smudging sticky red lipstick across the slight blue shadow of veins, and assuring hands tightening knots.

Lies & Liability by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 34k, Mature, tumblr post]

Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

Sugar at Night by @brightgolden

[Harry/Louis, 33k, Explicit, tumblr post]

With a year left before he completes his degree, a wonderful fiancé, and a baby coming soon, life is going exceptionally well for Harry Styles.

But, the truth always has a way to unravel itself, doesn’t it?

So, what do you do when the person you fell in love with is not the person you thought they were?

I got myself in a mess (and without you I'm in more) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Zayn/Liam, 9k, Mature, tumblr post]

It’s not desire that has his synapses firing. It’s not the urge to jump him that makes him feel jittery.

It’s the fact that everything about this man - a nice, unassuming guy on Tinder, who studied IT and who seemed like a safe choice - screams danger. It’s the fact that Zayn has been absently touching his necklace for what feels like half the night now.

The necklace. Thank God for Lou, honestly. He’d laughed a bit, at first, when Louis had given it to him, when he’d explained all about the app that it was connected to, the emergency contacts that would be notified and sent his exact location “if you just double tap the back of the charm, see” because Louis was that friend, the mom friend, but right now? Right now Zayn will gladly take the gentle ribbing from Louis if it means he won’t have to spend another moment with this guy.

I don't care if the world knows by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Harry is fourteen when she buys her first binder. She’s been doing cosplay videos on Tiktok for a while at that point, and it seems like the logical choice. Not that there’s anything wrong with cosplaying characters of the opposite gender and not wanting to fully look like them, she’s seen plenty of wonderful creators put their own spin on characters in a way that transcends the source material, but when it comes to her own cosplays -

She just likes it to be accurate.

She likes her chest to be flat, not soft and curvy, when she’s wearing her Crowley cosplay, or when she’s transformed herself into Loki.

It’s all about the aesthetics.

∞

Over the course of a few years, Harry explores and comes to terms with gender identity.

It’s Probably Because I’ve Got a Big Lesbian Crush on You by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Harry's never really concerned herself with being part of the popular crowd. But as the new girl in school the second semester of her junior year, she finds herself unwittingly competing for Queen Bee status against high school royalty Louis Tomlinson. Maybe there's more to their rivalry than it seems.

A not-quite-Mean Girls AU

Going Green (so fucking green) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 5k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry just really loves being used, and Louis really loves Harry. Who is he to deny him?

Or: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle but make it BDSM

the next bit was spanners to my plan by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[Louis/Nick Grimshaw, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

The first time was an accident. The second time was an accident too.

Or: Louis and Nick end up shagging on the sly, everyone sends far too many emojis and far too few words, and eventually they're going to have to sort themselves out.

Trust Me Tonight by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers

[Louis/Harry, 10k, Explicit, tumblr post]

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week.

Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband.

There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

Can we make it any more obvious? by LouStylesHTommo / @smolhilariousbeans

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Five times the boys accidentally walked in on Harry & Louis plus one time they did it on purpose.

Aka Niall, Zayn, Liam being supportive of Lou&H sexy shenanigans.

darling just dive right in by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Zayn/Louis, 5k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Louis can’t think of a worse place to be than at the Malik estate, attending his ex boyfriend's wedding.

Shining just for you by ThoseFookin_Avacados / @hlhome28

[Harry/Louis, 1k, General, tumblr post]

For a clumsy person, Harry danced with quite the grace- spinning around Louis, billowy light robes brushing against his firm darker ones. Despite his slightly smaller build, Louis was decivingly strong, his grip on Harry's waist tight as they performed their steps in sync. Like two opposite halves of a whole, like ones reflection in the mirror, like the sun and the moon.

Part 2 of the Prompt Generator series

crown me with your heart (your love is king) by @perfectdagger

[Louis/Harry, 41k, General, tumblr post]

The universe must’ve had a field day when it decided to plan Harry’s life. There was no plausible explanation for anything that happened in his life anymore. Try as he may, he would never be able to control his life nor predict what would happen next. What were the odds that the one person he was sure he had fallen in love with but had completely let him slip out of his life, already resigned to the fact nothing could ever evolve between them due to Harry’s future with Eroda, happened to be the same person who had Harry’s future in his hand?

A The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Wedding au in which Harry is the Crown Prince of the small island of Eroda and Louis’ uncle is trying to take the throne from him, with a slight a/b/o twist and some more.

#trackinghappily #1dsource #tracksintheam #trackinghome #28th appreciation #july 2021 #one direction fan fic

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Heart by Heart | Chapter II | Raul Mendes

*secret agent AU*

Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.

Hi, this is the second chapter of this series, you can find the first one here. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don't feel comfortable with the contents listed on the "warnings" section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the "fic rec" hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!

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*Word Count: 5.2K+

*Warnings: cursing, mentions of violence/crimes, migraine due to work stress, Raul teasing the reader endlessly (for me, that’s the most important warning). Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.

*Posted: July 8th, 2021.

-*-

A week later things were back to normal.

Sure, the night they came back, after they were checked for any injuries on the med department and were cleared, Raul dragged her back to his apartment claiming he was craving sushi and he was only ordering if she was with him. In reality, that was a way to keeping his head busy with something else so the events of that day would be coped nicely without so much suffering. And one way of doing it was keeping his girl, best friend and partner, at a close distance so he knew she’d be safe and well.

He was extra sweet that night, making sure she had everything she needed, even agreed to put on face masks with her while watching a random movie. And she was really glad to have him near. The thought of him getting her, or worst... it just killed her a bit. But he was safe and he had his arms securely around her, and that was enough to put her on dreamland and having a great night of sleep.

Unfortunately that was not the case for Y/N today.

Ever since Seth was back, he spent most of his time on the med bay to recover, he had to go through surgery and was finally recovering, but ever since he was back, every piece of information he had was being collected, and she was the one responsible to write it down. Most of the info he had was encoded and she was supposed to break it. Y/N’s been working nonstop for the past week, and when she had the opportunity to relax all by herself in her house, she felt restless. The main reason is that the person who had Seth was one of the most wanted man on the planet. Geonoff Reyes was capable of the vilest things without giving a second thought, and he’s been wanted for years now, and apparently Seth had the newest information of his whereabouts and new plans.

And knowing that was enough to put Y/N in restless nights of sleep, when she was even able to drift off. Most of her hours were invested on figuring out whatever she could, and several nights were only the continuation of her job during the day. And yeah, it was reckless and a bit stupid of her to sacrifice so much in a research, but Y/N knew this was a great opportunity and the biggest amount of clues they’ve ever received, she couldn’t let this all go. And she had to work fast, so Geonoff didn’t have enough time to notice some information missing or that someone outside of his limited inner circle so he wouldn’t chance anything. Or even move outside the country again, putting a massive political obstacle on their way.

Y/N should’ve known better than to barely get any sleep in over seven days. She knew better than to barely eat or drink anything other than coffee. She knew and did it anyone. And that’s why she ended up where she was. Seven A.M. sharp on her little office on her company’s Head Quarters with a killing migraine that only got worse under the fluorescent lights. Y/N groaned softly as she basically collided on her office chair, cursing under her breath whoever thought bright white lights was a great idea. She was softly rubbing her temples when she heard a knock on her door, before someone came in without being invited, a delicious smell of coffee coming alongside the intruder. She didn’t need to look up to know Raul would be standing right in front of her desk.

“What?” she grumbled, spinning in her chair to turn on her computer without even sparing a glance at him.

Raul chuckled “good morning to you too, sunshine, I’m not even daring to ask how you are”

Y/N rolled her eyes and wincing at the pain the movement brought her “look, go pester someone else, I’m not in a good day”

“Yeah, that’s easy to see, gremlin, that’s why I brought you this” and a soft thud on her desk made her turn.

Raul was standing in front of her desk as she imagined, wearing his usual black outfit, a long sleeved tight turtleneck, accentuating all the muscles on his arms and back, tucked into a pair of dark grey trousers and Y/N had to hold back all her thoughts that were rather inappropriate to have on your best friend. And she wanted to be mad at how effortlessly beautiful he looked, just standing there, hands supporting his weight on the glass table as he leant forward casually to pick at her computer. He looked like a fucking runaway model at seven in the morning, his citric scent leaving her slightly intoxicated, but she knew he didn’t do it on purpose, he was just naturally hot.

She than darted her eyes from his body quickly to not seem as if she was ogling him, which she totally was, only to be met with a steaming cup of black coffee. She rolled her eyes on the little attempts of black hearts he drew with a sharpie alongside a poorly written ‘secret admirer’ on the disposable cup. Y/N shook her head huffing a laugh as she took it.

“Aren’t you supposed to thank me?”

Y/N arched her brow at him “what for, exactly?”

“For being the best friend you’ll ever have?!” he stated as if it was obvious “come on, you look like you need it and I swear I didn’t spike it with anything”

“You’re saying you did out of your own free will? A benevolent act?” Y/N questioned playfully inspecting the cup.

Raul scoffed feigning hurt “Of course, I’m a good guy, practically a gentleman, you gremlin, how dare you think any different?” Behind all the teasing in his voice, she could see the worry evident in his golden eyes. Raul didn’t know all the details about what she was digging into since that were her boss’s order, but he knew enough to know she was probably overworking herself and getting a bit anxious. He knew her better than anyone and there were barely any secrets between them.

“Fine” Y/N sighed taking a sip from the coffee, and it was precisely what she liked “thank you for being a decent human being once in your lifetime”

“You are very welcome, so any news?” he asked pointing to the screens of her computer.

“Not really, I guess I was too tired to do much last night” she said opening all the images she had collected over the past week on her five computer screens “you know basically all the important stuff I gathered, I’m also monitoring the surveillance cameras on the places he might be, trying to get a glimpse of him, but till now nothing, only this car that’s been parked here for five days now”

“Weird”

Y/N giggled to herself before closing everything again “yeah, I know”

“So, I didn’t exactly came here just for the coffee” Raul said crossing his arms across his chest, standing on his full height, his biceps popping against the fabric of his shirt.

“Of course not, I was just waiting for you order, cap” she said as she reached into her purse for a painkiller.

His signature smirk appeared as he beamed down at her “Don’t tempt me, doll”

“What is it then?” she asked and before Raul could reply, someone knocked on her door.

“Come in” he managed to say before her and soon enough Raul’s copy stuck his head inside.

“Oh hi guys” Peter said before fully walking in and closing the door behind him “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, what do you need?” Y/N said turning to face him completely.

Seeing Peter right beside Raul just made them look a lot more different. Sure, they were triplets, but they had completely opposite personalities. While Raul looked like a super model bad boy out of every romcom, Peter looked soft and gentle. He was just as handsome, his hair a bit more messy and a pair of glasses perched on his nose, adding to the soft features. He also wore light washed jeans and a very soft looking button up, a permanent blush on his cheeks. And despite the 6’3 and big muscles, he was almost like a walking teddy bear with a golden heart, specially if you got to know him.

“I actually have some stuff for you two to test on my lab downstairs, and I thought since I was already here I could call you two to join me”

“Oh of course” Y/N said jumping to her feet and cursing under her breath, momentarily having forgotten the excruciating migraine she was still having “now right?”

“Yeah, but only if you can”

“Sure, come on, Raul” Y/N said grabbing her cup of coffee before walking to the door.

Raul chuckled lowly before following her and his brother to the elevator “whatever you say, boss”

“Don’t give me any ideas” she mumbled before pressing the button, but as soon as the doors opened, Y/N regretted getting out of her office.

Standing on the elevator was Daphne. Daphne was one breathtakingly gorgeous woman. With bright green eyes and golden soft model like waves, always dressed nicely and with paper white teeth, and to top that, she was a great agent. But she clearly had a crush on Raul and she’s been hitting on him for a while now, but he didn’t seem to care much, which made no sense at all. And for some reason she wasn’t as friendly towards Y/N, Daphne was never directly rude, but she always made sure to look her up and down and was never her friendly self. And Y/N wasn’t one to push anyone to like her, it just made situations like this a bit more awkward.

“Oh hello” Daphne said with a warm smile.

“Morning” Raul responded as he climbed in the elevator.

Y/N mumbled a quick “hi” before moving to the back of it with Peter.

Daphne turned towards Raul and gently placed her hand on his bicep “I heard about the little incident on your latest mission, are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, not even a single scratch”

“That’s great, I mean, how did it happen again? Was it a failure on the planning or watching?” she asked and Y/N almost spat the coffee she was drinking, seeing Peter send a look her way.

“It was my fault actually, the team handed it pretty well” Raul replied unceremoniously.

“Oh, I see” she said pulling her hand from his arm and nervously placing a strand of loose hair behind her ear “hm, actually there was something I wanted to ask you”

God, how long could this elevator take to arrive on the last floor.

Raul only hummed in response, turning his face to the side to watch her so Daphne proceeded “Hm, there’s this new place that opened this weekend down the street and apparently the sandwiches there are amazing, me and a few other agents were planning to have lunch there today, and I was wondering if you’d like to join”

With that he truly seemed taken aback a bit “oh, I unfortunately can’t today, I’m sorry” with that he turned back to face Y/N “that’s what I wanted to tell you earlier, we have that lunch meeting today, Shawn’s in town and he wanted to invite you to lunch with us and his friends”

“Oh shit, I completely forgot” Y/N whined, her head pounding “I don’t think I can make it today, I’m so sorry”

Raul smiled softly at her “yeah, I figured, if you get any better let me know”

“Oh you’re sick?” Daphne asked turning to her as well.

Y/N shook her head, regretting it immediately “just a bit of a migraine”

“I hope you get better soon” Daphne offered a tight lip smile and Y/N just nodded in response.

“We’re here” Peter said for the first time “Bye, Daphne” he said getting out of the elevator pulling Y/N with him.

“Why are you running? Slow down, you’re gonna pull my arm off” Y/N hushed it as Peter kept on with the fast pace.

“What was that?” he asked in a low tone.

Y/N then came in realization “right?! Why won’t he go out with her?”

“I think he might be just not interested at all, but I wasn’t talking about that, you know Raul can be pretty secretive about his feelings, right?” Peter asked with an archer brow, knowing look on his eyes.

Y/N stepped into his lab alongside him “well yeah”

“I don’t know, I think I saw something there”

“Between me and Raul?!”

Peter leaned against his desk with his arms crossed “Well, more of him towards you, it’s actually something I’ve been noticing for a while”

“What are you even talking about? He’s always been like that with me” Y/N tried avoiding Peter’s gaze, afraid somehow that would give away the little spark of hope on her eyes.

“No, I mean, yes, but I feel like that intensified a bit, just pay attention to it” he said and then looked behind her.

Y/N turned around only to be met with Raul standing at the door “sorry, got a little caught up”

“We noticed, cap, it’s okay, no important details were discussed in your absence” she said teasingly and he just rolled his eyes playfully at her.

“Okay, I upgraded your coms a bit, so switching between channels will be easier” Peter started picking up the little earpieces up “And I also took notes about the appearance of my glasses yeah? Now would you mind approving the design of it, miss fashion icon”

Y/N laughed softly and went to check on the 3D design “thank you, I do take fashion very seriously, I only loose it to your brother”

Raul scoffed “Of course I would be involved in it somehow”

Peter laughed “come on, I need to show you this thing I want to put on your suit, Y/N can you please check the new computer I promised you?”

“Oh my, it’s ready?” She said turning to them, suddenly feeling a lot better.

“It’s on the corner right there, just feel free to explore it and adapt it to how you like it best, and then it’s yours” Peter said with a bright smile on his features as he dragged Raul away.

Y/N sat down on the desk he pouted at, opening the super resistant protective case and being faced with a beautiful tiny computer she could use on future missions. She finished her coffee, feeling the medicine kick in as she dumped the empty cup on the trash, before sitting down in front of her new screen and starting to work on it. Y/N lost track of time as she explored the new configurations, installed the programs she used. She only noticed she’s been there for over two hours when she felt someone carefully placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and she looked up to check the time, being met with Raul standing right beside her.

“Oh, hi” she said feeling her face warming up as he smiled softly at her.

“Don’t spend too much time with this, you’ll have more opportunities later, sweetheart, don’t force yourself too much” he squeezed her shoulder a bit and she sighed nodding “how are you feeling?”

She looked up at him, cracking her back on the process “Better, I think the coffee helps a bit and the painkiller did a great job”

“Good, I’m guessing you still won’t be able to make it to Shawn’s crowded and noisy lunch” Raul had a little amused look in his eyes and Y/N giggled at that, shaking her head.

“Definitely not, might as well skip lunch and nap on my lunch break”

Raul nodded “It’s tempting but you need food, now how about I take you to that salad shop you like, we buy ourselves a quick to go one, eat it at your office and nao for like, forty minutes maybe? How does that sound?”

Y/N contained the urge to lunch forward and wrap him in her arms “Pretty fucking great, but what about Shawn?”

“I’ll meet him later for dinner with Peter, so he wouldn’t mind”

“Oh”

“So, are you in, doll?”

Y/N shook her head “you had me in the forty minute nap, say no more”

Raul laughed “Of course I had, know you better than anyone”

“That is unfortunately true” she mumbled grabbing the computer and getting up.

Raul stared at her quizzically “Why is that unfortunate?”

“Cause that will only feed your ever growing ego”

“You wound me, sweetheart” he said with frightened hurt, a hand clutched over his heart.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him as they both said their goodbyes to Peter, who only threw a knowing look in her direction and a little wink when Raul wasn’t looking. She only rolled her eyes, shoving her middle finger in the air behind Raul’s back to Peter, who only laughed in response. But Raul might have felt her arm hovering his back, cause he looked down at her, throwing his charming smile down at her and throwing his arm around her shoulders as the climbed in the elevator again.

Oh great, now Y/N had one more thing to keep her awake all night, wondering if she was crazy and Raul could be somehow interested in her and if she should do something about it. But do what? Tell him she liked him? Kissing him? Confronting someone who already has a hard time talking feelings about how he felt about her?! Only terrible scenarios played in her head with every little thing she thought about. But before she could go on spiraling, Raul gently squeezed her shoulder making Y/N look up at him.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he asked smirking at her and she only huffed rolling her eyes, making Raul full on laugh.

-*-

Later that morning, they ended up following Raul’s idea. Around noon he knocked on her office again, with his leather jacket and ready to go, Y/N then just grabbed her coat and purse, ready to follow him to the elevator again. They kept a light banter, talking about conspiracy theories and random gossip, and she felt really better but was too tired to socialize with a lot of people. So they walked down the street a couple of blocks to a little shop where they bought salad bowls and iced tea “to balance things out” according to Raul about how much coffee she’s had the past week.

They ordered to go and walked back to the HQ that looked like a very fancy business building, but instead of going back to her office, they headed to Raul’s instead. There they sat down on his couch since it was bigger as they casually had lunch, and right after, he convinced Y/N to get comfortable on the couch as he relaxed right next to her. Y/N curled into a little ball on the further corner of the couch, but he was quick to tut his tongue at her.

“Here, sweetheart, you can lay your head on my lap and stretch your legs on the couch, yeah? And you can grab that little fluffy blanket if you want” He was quick to offer and Y/N sighed.

“Are you sure?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously “I don’t want to bother you” he chuckled softly and nodded

“Of course, we still have 50 minutes of lunch break, nap a bit, baby, come here” Raul said in such a gentle tone, almost cooing at her and how could she possibly say no to that?

She removed her boots before laying her head on his lap and pulling her legs to stretch across the rest of the couch, while she got comfy, she felt the gentle weight of the thick fluffy blanket being laid on top of her. Y/N sighed in relief as she slowly closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully relax, and feeling the soft caress of Raul’s fingers gently combing through her hair was only making it easier to fall asleep. And so she did.

She dreamed of something random, she was stuck in a boat and it didn’t really make much sense, but it was better than the sleepless nights or the scary things her mind came up with. So waking up was not the best sensation, but Raul managed to make the experience less unpleasant. He was very softly coaxing her to wake up, by gently shaking her shoulder and caressing her cheek, slowly calling her name. Y/N could get used to it.

Raul truly didn’t want to do it, he, himself, didn’t want to get up. He ended up falling asleep a few minutes in, but the timer on his phone vibrating on his hand woke him when he promised he’d wake her up. He almost didn’t have the heart to do it. Y/N looked so peaceful, the frown that’s been on her brows for the whole week was finally gone, but he knew if he didn’t wake her, she’d spend her day blaming herself and wouldn’t be able to sleep properly at night. So he cleared his throat and started calling her gently not to startle her.

Y/N started coming slowly back to her senses, slowly sitting up from Raul’s lap, rubbing at her eyes and checking her phone quickly for important notifications. A low chuckle brought her attention away from her phone and to her best friend beside her, to which she just truly looked at, being able to notice the throw pillow creases on his cheek, the soft curls of his hair a bit messier than usual.

“Hi” he mumbled softly.

Y/N smiled at him before mumbling a “hi” in response.

“Sleep well?” Raul asked as he stretched his arms above his head and she nodded “yeah? I ended up joining you in your nap”

“Don’t blame you, this is a really nice couch”

“Right? Unfortunately this was the first time I took full advantage of it” he chuckled as he got up from the couch, moving to turn on his computer.

Y/N just chuckled before nearly folding his blanket back in its place “well thank you for everything, you truly are a great friend, but I should probably leave and stop bothering you”

“You never bother me, and I know, I’m the best friend anyone could ever wish for” he said sitting on his chair as she leaned down to put her shoes back on.

She just rolled her eyes at him, grabbing her stuff before getting up “there you go, ruining a perfectly sweet moment”

Raul laughed “that’s my biggest ability, doll, thought you knew that already”

“Should’ve guessed it” Y/N said as she opened his door “see you later, thanks again”

Raul just winked at her “anytime” before she closed his door and moved to her office shaking her head, but unable to hold back the smile from blossoming on her lips.

Maybe Peter was wrong and just messing things up, how could he not notice the way Raul affected her? But saw the way he was different with her? It made no sense. And there was no time to go into the rabbit hole, she had better things to do, like spend countless hours uselessly trying to crack a code.

-*-

In the middle of Y/N’s afternoon shift, she was able to spot Geonoff himself on one of the surveillance cameras she’s been watching incessantly for the past weeks. She basically tripped on her on shoes as she scrambled up to her computer to register the appearance, quickly sending it to her boss. They finally were sure where he was and maybe that was enough to set up a plan or something to get him.

Geonoff Reyes was one of the most wanted man right now by intelligences from multiple countries. The man himself had a long list of crimes, that if there was an opportunity would be enough to sentence him for thousands of years. Most of Geonoff’s crimes were related to the mafia, he was one of the biggest and most dangerous bosses there was. He started fairly young, around 15 years old, but that was the extent of information everyone had on his childhood. Some liked to guess it was what kind of household he was raised to blame the way he had become what he became.

He’s been chased for years now, and that’s why Y/N was quick to let her boss, Mrs. Benson, know she found him, compiling all the information she was able to gather this past week in files. So she did what she could and it took her around an hour to have everything printed and organized in a folder, letting Janet she was coming and basically running to the elevator to get to her office.

The heavy metal doors opened on the waiting room outside of her office, being met with Luca, Janet’s personal assistant, who winked at her and pointed at the door. Y/N smiled at him and knocked on the dark wooden doors, opening it silently as she heard people talking inside. Her office was decorated very minimalistic and was usually a very pristine place, but today, there were papers everywhere as Janet, Helen (Janet’s right hand), Dimitri (head of security department) and Raul Mendes stood there apparently discussing the same case.

“Thank God you’re here, darling, please come out this madness to an end” Janet said with a gentle smile as she pointed towards the mess in her table.

Helen chuckled as Dimitri was quick to push their papers to a corner on the table.

“Thank you” Y/N mumbled as she placed her folder down.

Raul silently move to stand right next to her, a careful hand laying on the small of her back in a comforting touch as she looked up at Janet to check if she could start. With a nod from the boss, she started pulling all the evidence she could. All the pictures, the surveillance images, the documents Seth was able to bring back and information he was able to remember as well.

With everything laid out on the table and presented to all of them, Janet ended up telling what she’d been discussing with Helen for the past two days. They both figured the best thing to do at the moment, since they didn’t have enough evidence to make an arrest for this crime and maybe this was a great opportunity to catch another people involved, not only Geonoff. The plan was basically getting new identities and keep a close eye on all of his activities, track down his moves and if possible get even more evidence.

Raul was called because he was the best for this kind of jobs and would be a great leader to the team, Y/N was offered to join the team as well, being his partner and leading the strategic part of the plan. They were also told to pick other agents that they knew would be great for this specific operation, Janet only asking to keep it at a maximum of 5 people including them, the less people knowing, the better.

Of course both agreed and were also instructed to inform Peter so he could separate the gadgets necessary, and obviously intensify their physical training. Despite this being mostly and observant kind of mission, Geonoff was unpredictable and highly dangerous, so being well prepared and extra careful wouldn’t be a bad idea. They were both dismissed for the day and the early shift next morning, so they could rest and plan it as best as they could.

So Y/N was quick to bid her goodbyes as she placed everything neatly back on the folder and moved out of the room. As soon as she pressed the button to call the elevator, she heard the office door opening and closing again, rushed steps moving closer to her. She didn’t even need to look to know Raul was the one approaching her since his scent clouded every room he ever stepped into, she only shook her head and looked up at her right as he stood right beside her. He smirked at her with a little wink.

“My house or yours, doll?” he asked as they climbed into the elevator.

“Tonight?” she eyed him suspiciously as she pressed the button to her floor to grab her stuff and he leaned in to press the one to Peter’s. Y/N glanced at him and noticed he had all of his personal belongings with him.

“Of course, I’ll even order from that Thai place you like”

Y/N giggled shaking her head “of course you will, am I supposed to spend the night?”

“Oh yeah, definitely, I’ll invite Peter too” he said with a smile.

Y/N folded her arms across her chest “I thought we were supposed to rest?”

“Oh but we will, I’ll make sure you’ll fall sleep at reasonable hours, eat properly and all that stuff, of course we’re gonna take a look at work, but just a little” he said with a knowing look.

“Fine, daddy” she added with annoyance, rolling her eyes, Raul just laughed and shook his head.

“You can’t just say stuff like that, sweetheart”

“What? Does it do something for you?” She asked looking up at him and he just shrugged as the doors opened at her floor.

“There’s only one way to find out, doll” he added with a smirk, a teasing tone evident on his voice as he leaned the weight of his body on the elevator doors to hold it for her, shoulders crossed over his broad chest, biceps flexing against the material of his shirt.

Y/N rolled her eyes stepping out of the elevator, ignoring the heat creeping up her face and the stupid flutter on her lower stomach, turning to face him as she said “see you later, Mendes”

“See you, and oh, don’t forget your gym attire, we’re going running at 5:30 sharp tomorrow, bye bye now” he blew her a kiss as he stepped inside and the doors closed before she could add anything.

He was definitely trying to kill her in all the ways possible, she just didn’t know which way would be the fatal blow.

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Joshua Jackson interview with “Irish Independent”

It was during a childhood visit to his granny’s house in Dublin’s Ballyfermot that Joshua Jackson smoked his first cigarette.

“My memories of those visits to Ballyfermot are quite sweet really,” the Dawson’s Creek actor recalls. “I was always running around with the neighbourhood kids, getting into trouble. Not bad trouble, just little-kid trouble. Although, technically it’s where I smoked my first cigarette, so that in itself isn’t the sweetest memory.”

Jackson’s handsome face surges with deep laughter lines and quiet dimples at the mention of mum Fiona’s home turf. “She might prefer I’d say she was from Chapelizod”, he jokes, before proudly pinning his mum’s allegiance to “Ballyer”.

Was the young Canadian treated like a shiny, exotic object by the local kids? “I was a bit, but I became less exotic the older I got. Culturally, I was so far away from an Irish kid but in a little pack of children, everyone finds their level. It also helped that I had my own cousins, my own blood, around with us. I had that family connection so I never felt too exoticised.”

An entry on his IMDb profile suggests his late grandparents Rosemary and Patrick were opera singers in Dublin, indicating that performance runs in the genes. The actor seems unaware. “Mum tells me they used to sing to each other a lot. My grandparents lived in council housing with a little kitchen out the back, garden right outside, and they would sing to each other through the window as he was out pottering about while she was cooking.

“But he was known more as a snooker shark around Ballyfermot. And my grandmother, she was known as a sainted mother of seven.”

Having welcomed his first child, Janie, with his wife, the actor Jodie Turner-Smith, last year, it’s obvious family is paramount for 43-year-old Jackson, as he Zoom-calls from a rich hotel suite with dark wallpaper and plump cushions in the background. It stems from an evident bond with his mum, whose presence lovingly peppers our conversation. Just 16 when she left Dublin, Fiona Jackson travelled through Paris, Amsterdam and Geneva before embracing the vibrancy of London’s Swinging Sixties and ultimately making for Vancouver in her early twenties.

In an entry on her blog, she speaks of falling for “the spectacular beauty of snow-capped mountains and the Pacific Ocean” and ultimately scoring an entry-level position at a Canadian talent agency. It led to a career as a successful casting agent, working on film classics including Carnal Knowledge with Jack Nicholson and McCabe & Mrs Miller with Warren Beatty and Julie Christie.

She met and married Joshua’s father, John Carter, and the young family moved to Los Angeles. Sister Aisleagh was born shortly before John walked out on the family, leaving a profound effect.

“My father, unfortunately, was not a good father or husband and exited the scene,” the actor disclosed last year, before adding it’s something he “will never get over”.

Young infants in tow, Fiona returned to Vancouver and, having found early success in casting, helped contribute to the foundation of the burgeoning “Hollywood North” industry on the Canadian west coast.

Accompanying his mum on set, young Joshua’s interests were piqued. “She introduced me to this world and saw from a young age that I enjoyed performing in a way that kids do. She allowed me the opportunity to step into her work world, but it was also very clear that it was work.”

He appeared as an extra on MacGyver and as a child actor’s double in The Fly II, and Fiona could see her son’s talent and genuine desire to impress. So she allowed him to audition. However, permission came with strict caveats.

“I don’t think my mum would have ever put me anywhere near the entertainment industry if I didn’t have something to offer to it. And not just for myself; she’s a prideful woman and didn’t want to be embarrassed by her kid.”

Casting 1991 melodrama Crooked Hearts with ER’s Noah Wyle, Fiona gave Joshua a chance to shine. Impressing the filmmakers, the then-12-year-old secured the part, setting him not only on a path to stardom but away from the troubles of his teen years.

“My mother gave me the guard rails I needed at that time and also recognised, being a working single mum and with me a young boy, transitioning into a teenager, I needed structure in my life. I needed something that I was passionate about and had a respect for, because I was kind of a typical teenage disaster.

“I look back on those times in my life and the two parallel tracks I was running on. On the one hand, getting into all sorts of trouble and, on the other hand, my professional life, where I showed up and learned my lines and did my job in order to be respected by the adults I was around. If I hadn’t had that professional side of my life, the other side would have taken over, and Mum saw that. Who knows where I would have ended up?”

So Jackson was a full-on teen delinquent? “Yeah, I was, to a certain extent. It was relatively innocent — nobody died — but I was a teenage boy who didn’t have a father in the home, didn’t have a man to be scared of, frankly, and as a teenage boy, I think that helps. My mum had to work and she wasn’t always in the house so I learned to get into more and more trouble. I got into just enough trouble to have a good time and learn some lessons but if I hadn’t had my work life, I might have tipped over into the kind of trouble that you don’t come back from.”

Three decades in and Jackson remains one of the hardest-working, most recognisable actors in the game. Hitting pay dirt at 18 as Dawson’s Creek’s Pacey Witter — the wisecracking, teacher-bedding antithesis to James Van Der Beek’s beleaguered titular drip — the actor was a revelation: the soul and bite of a seasoned character performer in the guise of relatable poster-boy idol.

Teens swooned, so did the industry, and alongside Van Der Beek, Michelle Williams and Katie Holmes, Jackson had Hollywood at his feet.

A string of popcorn offerings followed — Cruel Intentions, Gossip, Shutter, Cursed — some quality, others derivative, with the small screen ultimately best utilising his skills. A five-season run on sci-fi series Fringe was followed by an outstanding turn on Showtime’s The Affair. Last year, he maintained a brooding presence opposite Reese Witherspoon and Kerry Washington in Little Fires Everywhere. And this year, he takes on arguably his darkest work yet in Dr Death.

The new miniseries is based on the non-fiction podcast of the same name, and Jackson portrays Christopher Duntsch, a former spinal surgeon who maimed 33 patients owing to gross malpractice while operating in hospitals in Dallas and Fort Worth, Texas. Two of these patients lost their lives. Convicted in 2017, Duntsch is currently in prison and serving life imprisonment. He still maintains his innocence, with his defence arguing that he was merely a bad surgeon, not a criminal.

Exuding a simmering malevolence, the actor showcases Duntsch’s disturbing complexities and terrifying behaviour as a narcissist and sociopath with a keen insight. Did Jackson meet with Duntsch? “I wanted to, but that was going to be really difficult because he’s appealing his case and his lawyers would’ve advised against it. And as I got deeper into the materials and podcast, and got a better understanding of the man, I don’t think it would’ve helped because he still really believes he’s the victim of his own patients, and the lawyers and the legal system. I’m not sure asking a liar for the truth gets you any closer to the truth.”

When it came to the victims, Jackson wanted to maintain a respectful distance. “I didn’t need to drag them through those awful memories again and I’m always a little dubious about asking people to delve into the worst moments of their life just to satisfy my curiosity. The questions had already been asked thanks to the podcast.”

Dr Death came at the right time in the actor’s life. New baby daughter Janie offered a crucial respite from the intense, and often dark, six-month foray into Duntsch’s malignant psyche.

“Inhabiting Mr Duntsch was an ugly space to live in for six months. If I’d been coming home to an empty house every night, it would have been a pretty bleak existence. It was so much better to come back to a loving home. My one-year-old doesn’t give a damn what I was doing that day. She just wants to be loved and hugged and cuddled, and it was the perfect antidote when some days were particularly heavy.”

Recently Jackson confessed that the Dawson’s Creek cast won’t be returning for a retrospective reunion like the Friends stars did earlier this year. “If you put our mid-forties selves together on a couch now, with our creaking backs, it might shock people.”

Quizzed on an actual reboot of the drama, Joshua reckons he’s simply too old to replicate the iconic rapid exchanges of dialogue between the garrulous young characters. “We were like The West Wing for teenagers,” he laughs, referencing Aaron Sorkin’s hit political TV series, also infamous for speedy script delivery. “My 43-year-old brain couldn’t do a show at that pace. Back then, we were doing seven, 10 pages a day and, to deliver dialogue at that speed, you have to have a certain mental capacity for that, and I don’t have it anymore. That’s the real reason why we’re not doing a reunion — I’ve become too dumb to keep up with that script.”

He remains in touch with his DC co-stars, including Holmes, his one-time girlfriend of two years. There’s even a text chain. “It goes through spurts every once in a while. I’ll have a bunch of messages on it and then it’ll go dormant. We’re like college friends — there are moments we’re all in contact and then long, fallow periods as we get on with our lives.”

While maintaining a busy slate, Jackson’s overwhelming purpose continues to circle the women in his life. Turner-Smith is currently shooting a new movie with Adam Driver and Greta Gerwig, so he’s assuming full-time dad duties. It’s an equitable arrangement given the flexible needs of their individual commitments, and one he appears content with.

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