#when i sad in my life just go home to see them learned quietly

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

 🪷 Home sweet home • Lotus pure fairy 🪷

愛人蓮仙子

婷婷玉立姿

日出綻笑靨

天黑冥想恣

－ (五絕) 蓮仙子愛人 • 仲茵 poem 🪷 Lotus fairy lover by Chu Lan~*

(poetry means：My lover, the Lotus Fairy, stands tall and graceful, smiling at sunrise and meditating in the dusk. ​)

#chu lan #fine craft artist #朱蘭皮藝 #beautiful life #leather art artist #home yard #lotus pond #they're loving smile everyday never tired #they have good personality happy always #when i sad in my life just go home to see them learned quietly #home sweet home #i love you #親親 💋

[maxiine]

Sunshine

Enjoy this angst/fluff about neuvillette <3

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Sitting quietly at one of the many cafes in Fontaine was a daily occurrence for you. You’d often enjoy a cup of tea whilst reading one of the many books you cherished- it was routine.

What wasn’t so common was for it to suddenly down pour amongst the tranquil afternoon you were just enjoying before.

You didn’t hate the rain- in fact you used to be so fond of it. That was before you moved here. Before you became so acquainted with a certain ludex.

With the realization of what the cause of the rain had been, you made haste to get to him quickly; Leaving some mora as a compensation for the inconvenience.

Striding swiftly towards the Opera Epiclese you were stopped by one of the many melusines that accompanied Fontain. She considerately offered you an umbrella whilst demanding you try not to make it habit to run in the rain unprotected. You smiled sweetly at her kind yet reprimanding comment and took the umbrella. With a quick thanks you continued onward- this time with some protection from the droplets that were falling from the sky. Oh how you hoped they weren’t falling from his beautiful eyes too.

Please please, don’t cry.

Finally you found him, standing silently outisde of the Opera Epiclese.

Letting the rain drench him whilst he looked completely lost in thought, hands slightly shaking at his side- you knew he wasn’t okay.

as if the rain hadn’t already made it so blatantly obvious.

You approached him carefully as to not startle him, making your presence known by calling his name softly from a few feet away.

“Neuvi?”

You finally made it beside him and couldn’t help but reach a little higher so your newly gifted umbrella could shield him from the rain.

He stiffened slightly at your nickname for him- almost like he was caught in some embarrassing moment.

He relaxed a bit before turning to face you and immediately he felt a warmness inside as if the sun had appeared in the sky again. Your eyes had glimmered so delightfully, showing so much compassion and concern in just the way you squinted slightly.

You smiled up at him to show him you were here so it was okay now.

‘Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon- don’t cry’

A chant you often sung when it would rain heavily. But nowadays you’d find it better for him to embrace the emotions he bares- for they are what make him part of humanity. He had always struggled with understanding human emotions yet he portrays them so well. However ’Dealing’ with them was the hard part of his learning process. But since you’ve been around, since becoming aquatinted- you have allowed him to feel these emotions to the fullest. Although One feeling you couldn’t bare to see him sulk in was his sadness.

The many trials he’s had to endure recently have become burdensome and have even started to have their effect on his mental being. Neuvillette is known for being passionate about his job and never letting his feelings affect what needs to be done; but once the job is done- once the doors are closed- he’s left with his thoughts and the hollowness in his stomach. What a suffocating feeling indeed.

“You’re going to catch a cold my dear.” He tells you whilst grabbing the umbrella from your hands and covering you both equally as he noticed you were only covering himself.

“And are you not?” You reply seriously with a sigh. “Please neuvi, let’s go home and get you dried and changed.” You reach for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

“Yes dear. I am sorry you had to come find me like this.” He replies while stroking the back of your hand with his thumb ever so softly. He wore a sad expression that you couldn’t bare to see.

You reach up and caress his cheek softly, wiping away the tears or drops of rain- you did not know which.

The crashing tides were unforgiving in life, for everyone and everything; but no matter, you would always be there to save him before allowing him to drown in those waters- in those unrelenting thoughts.

“My love, do not apologize.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, gently and carefully. After doing so, You could taste the salty wetness on his cheek that confirmed he had indeed cried before you found him. Your heart broken at the thought.

You hold his face in your palm a little longer, gently rubbing his cheek. He leans in to your touch while slowly closing his eyes to embrace the feeling. His heart felt warm. Love and adoration danced inside his chest for you just from a simple gesture. As the rain came to a slow drizzle, the clouds started to part slightly revealing the sun ever so slightly.

He smiled.

You were the only one who was able to clear his mind so simply, you made him feel so safe, so heard. As long as he has known you, you have been the only person to have completely fill his heart. He never knew love and he never knew these emotions. It was all so foreign. But you’ve shown him everything, you’ve truly shown him the world and more.

You were the sunshine to his cloudy sky’s.

Oh how he loved you so.

#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette x you

[adventuringblind]

Butterflies on You Skin

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: angst and hurt/comfort

Request: No, this is entirely self indulgent

Summary: Sometimes, the coping mechanisms we create aren't the ones we need...

Warnings: graphic images if SH

Notes: I do not in any way condone SH. I used to read fics like this when I was going through it and it helped. Like somehow reading about fictional me doing it and then getting help allowed he to have those same sensations. My point being that I am struggling at the time I'm writing this and I'm determined to stay clean (almost two years!). This helps me and I hope it helps someone else out there too. Remeber you're not alone ❤️

Masterlist

People don't understand that pain can become addicting. When you've been through so much of it, all of it not by choice, choosing the pain feels like a release.

She knows it's wrong. She knows there are better ways of dealing with things. But she can't see to stop herself.

It's her way of reminding herself she has power and control. She picks where the knife goes and how deep it cuts into her skin. She chooses when and where it happens.

It was something she needed and relied on for so long. Until she met Oscar.

They were teenagers when they met. Some birthday party for a mutual friend. Both of them left feeling out of place, so they gravitated towards each other.

Phone numbers were exchanged.

They spent far too much time talking to each other. She felt that he kept her down to earth. That no matter the bad things that happened, he would be there. Even replacing the knife occasionally.

He found her intriguing. Her perspectives on life and her dreams for the future. Her head had a tendency to get stuck in the clouds, but he didn't mind. He likes listening to her talk.

When they both graduate, he invites her to his races. Watching him felt fulfilling in a way, and she likes the traveling.

Yet when she's alone. Her head is sending her to places she can't come back from. When she needs the sting she's come to crave, she's spending the night with her knife.

When Oscar finishes his f2 career and becomes the third driver for Alpine, he ends up confessing his feelings for her. Something she's been wanting to do for years but never could.

A week later, he's kissing her. Her heads find the clouds easily after that. Something about his presence and how he is so genuine clears away the hurricane that is her thoughts.

Being a third driver means Oscar does have a bit more free time. He gets to go home to see her more often. Something she's not used to.

The Australian gets home late one night. He comes in quietly since he figures she's already asleep.

Oh, how terribly wrong he is.

She'd had a fight with her family earlier that day. Her parents have never been good at communication, and they still claim they gave her a better life than what they had. Which is true, she thinks.

She has no reason to be sad.

Another reason to draw the sharp edge across her skin. Another thin red line to add to the ever growing tally.

Oscar sees the bathroom door closed and the light turned on. He hears the clatter next. He presses his ear to the door. Debating whether to make his presence known or if that would scare her more than if he waited.

The hiss of pain is what gets him. "Love? Are you alright?" All movement on the other side stops. Then the clatter again.

She hates when she gets sloppy. She knows she's gone too far, and Kscar wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow.

She stares down at the crimson colored lines. The contents of the wounds coat her skin at dripping to the floor.

"Love? Please answer."

But she can't answer. what is she supposed to say? That her unhealthy coping mechanism is finally becoming her undoing. The she's tried to stop but the sensation is something she's learned to crave?

Oscar tried the handle. Received to find it unlocked. He opens just a small crack. He's never been one to invade her privacy.

The look of pain in his eyes makes her sob. He dosent move when he sees her. His mind trying to register what he's seeing.

How had he never noticed until now?

He can tell she’s panicking. He gently moves himself to the floor, grabbing a towel as he goes. He doesn’t say anything, just gently start to clean her up.

When he’s successfully disinfected the wounds and has bandages them up, he lead her into their room.

“I know it’s hard, but we have to talk about it.”

She just shakes her head in response. He deserves an explanation. Really, he deserves someone better.

She just tells him everything. Basks in the gentleness of his voice and warmth of his touch as she does so.

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She was expecting him to leave. Her mind convinced she was unlovable in her state. After all, who could fall in love with someone who crave the sting of a knife?

But she was wrong.

Oscar was somehow filled with a new sense of purpose and they found themselves working together to help her pull through to the other side. A reminder that she is far from alone.

He’s quick to find a way to help her and when he does it feels almost magical.

The butterfly project. The goal is to not kill the butterflies.

They start small. She puts the butterfly on her hand. Just a simple doodle.

It doesn’t last long and she’s crying over the fact she killed it.

The next time around there are two butterflies. One on her and one in Oscar. His drawing take much more time. His deliberate design giving her more motivation to not ruin it.

It’s gone in two weeks and she relapses that day. Yet the fact she made it that far was an accomplishment.

Soon the butterflies are everywhere. Both their arms covered.

It became something she did when she was bored. Her hands drawing the bugs in every open surface.

It was difficult and she slipped but she was getting better.

Oscar was so incredibly proud of her. He got asked frequently about the creatures that littered his skin. He just said he liked them and so does his girlfriend.

When Oscar started with McLaren, Lando noticed them immediately. “If you ever need to talk I’m here if you want.” Oscar shoots him a confused look before remembering the lovely blue butterfly colored in with Sharpie placed in the middle of his forearm.

So she's made it to a year. Sure, she's slipped here and there, but it's nothing like it used to be. It's something to celebrate.

Oscar spends the entire day with her. Praising her acomplishment and reminding her how proud he is if her and how proud she should be of herself.

She is proud. It's something she never thought she could do. Not on her own, at least.

It's Oscar that helped her through and the butterflies in her skin.

Now she's has a permanent one. A reminder she came through to the other side. A reminder that she is not alone. Most importantly, a reminder she's loved.

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Remember you're not alone.

This was somewhat based on a true story. Here's my reminder to myself every day that I'm not done yet, and neither are you. Keep fighting loves ❤️

#x reader #fanficion #f1 fic #formula one #formula 1 #racing #angst #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #op81 #op81 imagine #mclaren f1 #mclaren racing #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren #f1 #lando norris f1 #suicide awarness #papaya #mclaren f1 team #oscar piastri f1 #oscar jack piastri #oscar piastri fanfic #lando norris #butterfly project

[keepingitformyself]

learning to warm cold hands

A/N: i don’t know what this is????? just a bunch of love nonsense because i was in the absolute mood for love (you’ll see). will it make sense? idk. the ending was intentionally made abrupt… hope u like it tho :]

synopsis: two people who love each other belong together. that’s it.

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

genre: fluff?

warnings: none i don’t think…

please do not repost my work anywhere for any reason at all. if you do see this happen to any of my stories, please let me know. thank you x.

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natasha still doesn’t know how to deal with it; being loved.

but every little obstacle she has ever faced in her life has been that she had to deal with it.

sometimes she’s still a bit astonished at the fact that she has an entire family who has her back, a sister who calls just to annoy her, a best friend who defends her, and you who she comes home to, to kiss and to love endlessly.

natasha thinks that in some sense she had always been in love with you. for the amount of time you’d know each other she thought it was so strange that it took so long for you to be together.

you were always there, in plain sight. then one day, the stars decided to align and you were there and she had finally seen the light.

so yes, natasha decides that you were the best thing she’s ever had to deal with. being in love with you? she will own up to it for as much as she can.

she has accepted the scary fact that she must let herself be known. she shall let you unravel her and climb inside her heart and choose to stay. she will deal with the consequences of it later, but she hopes not.

she carries a polaroid of you in her wallet as a reminder of this. it’s there when she opens it to pay for dinner with you, or groceries, or when she sees a bouquet of lillie’s she thinks you’d appreciate.

and when she comes home to your shared apartment you’re there in the kitchen cooking a meal for her.

‘my grandmas recipe. i know you loved them when she came to visit us.’ you say as you stir a pot on the stove. she lets out a laugh through her nose and comes up behind you for a hug.

‘i made it dairy free for you. i know you’re trying to cut that off a little.’ natasha’s heart swells even bigger.

when the food is ready and the table is set and you’ve put the lillie’s in a vase at the center of the table, you will sit together and eat. natasha will listen to you as you tell her about the dish.

how you cried chopping the onions and had to take a break in between, how much you thought about her liking this meal while you made it, and how you specifically only used red and orange peppers because you remember her telling you that ‘green is boring when it comes to vegetables’ and when you’re done with your rambling you’ll reach over the table and kiss her.

she’ll tell you she loves you and you tell her she has onion breath and you’ll both laugh and god being in love is such a beautiful thing.

but everyone has their bad days.

you usually enjoy the rainy weather but it’s that time of the month and it’s effecting your mood swings greatly. natasha offers to go out and buy your favorite snacks and a deli sandwich from the bodega two blocks down.

you decline her offer with a sad smile and hide yourself under the covers of your shared bed. natasha sighs, she knows you better than that. she knows how badly you want all those things but she also knows how much of an inconvenience you feel like when you get like this. she tries to let you know that she’s okay with going out in the rain to make you happier.

you don’t budge, instead you groan into the pillows and hide further into the sheets. ‘i just need to be alone for a while.’ you mutter, a bit annoyed.

with a new determined mindset she decides she’ll give you the space you need. she brushes off all comments you made and grabs her coat before quietly leaving out the front door.

the rain doesn’t bother her one bit. she makes it to the bodega in record timing and orders from the deli. your order leaves her mouth as if she were ordering for herself.

‘can i have teriyaki grilled chicken on a sourdough with three slices of mozzarella and honey mustard, some grilled onions on the side too, can you also toast the bread for about thirty seconds longer? please, thank you.’ she orders for herself and smiles at the man working the grill then sets off on finding your desired snacks.

she’s quick with it, easily acquiring the cucumber lime gatorade you love so much, a payday bar and baked hot cheetos. she pays at the front where her deli order waits and rushes home to you.

she checks her phone on the way only to find it with four missed calls from you. the worst comes to mind and she’s home within two minutes.

she finds you on the couch looking small, her heart drops when she spots the tears that stain your cheeks. ‘i thought you were upset after i told you i wanted space.’ you mumble out. natasha sighs and sets the stuff down. she takes careful steps towards you, afraid you might disappear if she does anything too quickly.

‘no..’ she grasps your cheeks, her thumb brushing along your cheekbones. ‘i just wanted to make you feel better.’ she kisses your forehead. ‘it wasn’t anything to do with me being upset.’

you look down almost in shame. you hate being so sensitive, it makes you worry even more and you feel like an even bigger bother when things like this happen. your mind gets way ahead of your heart and you let things bother you that you know shouldn’t.

natasha notices the wheels turning in your brain. she recognizes the mental battle you’re having with yourself. your shoulders slump a little, she knows you’re tired. you’re biting your lips to keep from saying anything.

‘hey..’ natasha whispers. her heart clenches a little. it’s such a silly thing, all this. the normal you wouldn’t have let anything get this far. she laughs a little at the fact. screw periods.

‘why are you laughing?’ you’re confused and your girlfriend is laughing at you. it makes her laugh a little more and you grow a little impatient.

natasha pulls you in closer. her arms enclose around your waist and her chin rests on your shoulder. ‘i love you, okay?’ she whispers it in your ear.

she hugs you tighter.

‘whatever you’re thinking right now is only half true.’ she tells you. you’re just as confused as ever and you’re about to ask her what she means but then she’s pulling away and grasping your cheeks in her hands.

‘i want to be inconvenienced by you.’ the look in her eyes is as soft as ever. her lips have a slight tremble to them. ‘please bother me, like all the time.’

‘you are the very notion of my existence. i want everything that i do to be for you.’ she says it with that raspy tone in her voice, you know she means everything she’s telling you.

you are putty in her hands at this point, she went out and ordered your favorite comfort meal in the pouring rain…after you told her not to. because she knows you. the intimacy of it all, she knows you and she chooses to stay after the stupid things that come out of being with you.

she notices the slight furrow of your eyebrows, you’re processing what she’s just told you. you never say anything, instead you pull her in and bury your nose into her shoulder. natasha hears your inhale and she holds you even tighter.

she smells like home. like the candle you love to leave on all day, the fabric softener you use to wash her clothes, that perfume you complimented her on your first date.

a silent understanding settles between you both.

you feel the absolute removal of any walls when around each other. you have seen sides of natasha not even her own best friend has seen, or her sister.

she makes the corniest jokes, you always laugh, sometimes snort and that makes you laugh even harder. when you’re having dinner it’s silent. but it’s a good silence. the silence is comfortable and she’s holding your hand while the other is holding her spoon and when either of you talk, it’s listening and you feel like the most heard person in the world.

it all feels so perfectly warm in the bubble you’ve created together. you feel so seperate from the rest of the world in the best ways possible. in the they don’t us like we know us kind of ways.

you pull away to look at her. your heart is cradled in her hands.

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #marvel

[st-eve-barnes]

Unfinished sympathy

(Modern Aegon x fem Reader)

Summary: You broke up with Aegon months ago but he can't move on, and maybe neither can you.

Word count: +2200

Warning: Mentions of depression and drinking. This is pure comfort fluff with a tiny bit of angst.

Seeing Aegon cry just melts my heart, okay, I know he has issues but we'll leave those in canon. This modern Aegon is just a sad, depressed puppy who needs love.

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All my fics are also on AO3

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If Aegon had learned one thing from a very young age it’s that people always leave. Whether it was his father, who never cared for him, or his mother, who had high hopes for her son he was never able to fulfill. Even his brother and eventually his sister grew tired of having to deal with him and his moods. 

But then he met you, and for a while things were better than ever. He made you laugh and you made him fall so deeply in love with you. The world was softer then, more colorful and he actually started to have hope again.

But of course it didn’t last.

That’s another thing Aegon had learned from a very young age, he would always fuck up a good thing.

He just didn’t know how to stop, how to change, grow up and be like everybody else. It just wasn’t in his DNA.

And fuck it, he didn’t want to be like everyone else. People were sad and cruel creatures, life an endless cycle of the same boring days repeated over and over. It was eating at his soul.

Drinking helped. Sex did as well. He got addicted to both. But the cure was only temporary, and always left him wanting more. Left him needing what he couldn’t have anymore. You.

He watched you from the sidelines tonight, watching as you danced with him. Too close, too cozy, his hands all over you and the shy, sweet smile on your face showing not the slightest objection.

Aegon forced himself to look away. He knew he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be following you around like this, like a love sick puppy that couldn’t move on. But what else could he do?

You found him sitting on your doorstep when you arrived home later that night.

He had his face hidden in his hands and when he looked up you saw he’d been crying.

”Gods, not again,” you sighed.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he tried to smile at you but it only made him look more miserable.

You grabbed your keys from your purse and walked up to the door, fully planning on ignoring him. “This isn’t your apartment anymore, Aegon, you can’t keep coming here every time you’re drunk.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he stood and met your eyes,”I’m not drunk. I swear.”

It only took you a few seconds to know he wasn’t lying, you’d seen him drunk on too many occasions to know tonight wasn’t one of them. Your initial irritation faded a little bit. “What are you doing here then?”

“My head’s really bad tonight,” he confessed, rubbing more tears from his face,”really bad and…I just can’t stomach being alone right now, can I…please just stay for a while? Please.”

You sighed again. You knew you should say no, you couldn’t keep doing this, taking him in every time he had another breakdown. But this was Aegon, your Aegon. You would never be able to find it in your heart to turn him and his sad puppy eyes away.

“Yeah, okay, fine,” you caved,”Come on up.”

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The warmth coming from your fireplace was soothing and comforting, the rest of the room was dark and Aegon couldn’t stop looking at the moving flames right in front of him. You sat down next to him on the floor and handed him a cup of tea.

“Thanks,” he spoke quietly,” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“You didn’t, my night was over anyway.”

He looked away from the fire to meet your eyes, his gaze soft and filled with that all too familiar mix of sad and troubled with a little hint of mischievous.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, how all he had to do was look at you with those big doe eyes and your heart would go all weak for him again. 

He was bad for you, you knew that and breaking up with him all those months ago had been the smart thing to do, the only thing to do to protect your own heart. But some part of you still missed him every day, and it killed you to see him struggle, no matter how self-inflicted his issues were.

“You look really great, by the way,” Aegon pulled you from your thoughts,”And happy, really happy, I mean, you’re practically glowing.”

“That’s just the reflection of the fireplace,” you joked and he laughed softly.

“Well, It looks good on you,” he continued,” And I’m…I’m happy for you.”

For a moment you just looked at him.

“You’re still a bad liar,” you then smiled.

Aegon shook his head and the smile faded.”And you still see right through me, huh?”

“Always.”

You both stayed quiet then.

“Are you?” he then asked.

“What?”

“Happy?”

Your eyes met his and you couldn’t lie, not when he was looking at you like that.

You shook your head,”No, but…I’m okay.”

“What about that guy you’ve been seeing?” he asked carefully.

“I’m not seeing him, it’s just a casual thing…he’s not…it’s nothing."

He’s not you, is what you’d wanted to say but you bit your tongue and swallowed those words.

“It’s none of my business anymore, I know,” Aegon sighed,”It’s…god, fuck, I shouldn’t even be here, should I?”

“Why are you here, Aegs?”

A hint of a smile tugged at his lips at your nickname and you instantly regretted it. You shouldn’t have said it, you didn’t want him to think…

“You’re the only home I know,” he then whispered, interrupting your thoughts,”My head gets bad and…all I can think about is…how badly I want to disappear into your arms. It’s the only place I feel…”

When you looked at him you could see the tears in his eyes again.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, wiping his tears before they could fall down,”I know I shouldn’t say those things anymore, I just…I can’t fucking move on from you. I tried, I really fucking tried but…and then I saw you with him tonight and I…”

He bit his lip to stop himself from blurting out more things he would probably regret later.

“You followed me again?” you asked, disappointed but not surprised, it wasn't the first time you’d accidentally ran into him and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed.

“Gods help me, Aegon, what am I going to do with you?” you sighed.

“Oh, the gods don’t want me anymore, baby. My own family doesn’t even want me anymore,” he chuckled sadly before meeting your eyes, letting his gaze linger as he added in a soft whisper,”But you still do, don’t you?”

You wished it wasn’t true, wished that you could listen to your head instead of your heart and save yourself the inevitable heartbreak that would surely follow, if it wasn’t today or tomorrow then further down the road. There was no happy ending with Aegon, you knew this.

But it didn’t matter, you couldn’t deny the way your heart was aching for him.

“Yes,” you confessed with a defeated sigh,” Yes, I still do.”

Aegon’s hand reached for yours, holding it in his for a moment before he pulled you into his space. You went willingly, letting your body lean against his, your head on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around you and his hand started caressing your hair. 

“I miss you,” he whispered against your ear,”You have no idea how much I fucking miss you.”

You sighed into his touch, realizing how much you had missed him as well but you didn’t say anything, you just wrapped your arm around his waist and hugged him closer. Aegon melted into you, his face buried into your hair while he breathed you in.

Tears filled his eyes again but they were not of sadness this time. Your smell, your presence, your obvious affection for him warmed his heart and just like that he could slowly see some color seeping into his world again. Every touch from you chasing away part of the darkness that’s been following him like a shadow for as long as he could remember.

You hugged him tighter and let him cry in your arms, meanwhile losing yourself in his embrace and the way his hands made you feel so safe and needed.

This was the thing with Aegon, when things were good they were really fucking good. After those first months together you were convinced you would never want or need another man again. You two were so happy you didn’t know what you had done to deserve him.

But then things changed, he’d started feeling insecure, going out more and drinking more, feeling depressed whenever he came down from his highs and blaming it all on you.

The breakup was ugly, you had never been so mad at anyone in your life, Aegon begged and cried and promised you a million different things. You believed none of them.

It had been seven months now. You told yourself you had moved on but right now, laying in his arms with his hands caressing your hair and your back so gently while his lips pressed soft kisses to your forehead, you realized you hadn’t moved on at all.

You missed him just as much as he missed you, if not more.

You leaned back to look at him,”Aegs?”

He cupped your face, thumb tracing your cheek while he stared deep into your eyes,”What is it, baby?”

You didn’t speak, you just closed the distance between you both and softy kissed his lips. He didn’t hesitate, one hand cupping your neck to hold you close while he slowly deepened the kiss, tasting you, chasing your tongue with his.

Your hands moved through his messy hair and he pulled you even closer, kissing you over and over, not wanting to stop now that he was allowed to have you again.

“Aegon, wait,” you pulled back after a while.

“I’m sorry,” he bit his lip and leaned his head on your shoulder,”I’m sorry…I’m a mess, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“No,” you shook your head and hugged him close. Aegon leaned into you, holding your body to his but not wanting to push things too far too fast. If you pulled away from him now he would never recover.

You leaned back to look at him after a while and noticed the tears were back in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he cried softly,”I never know what I’m doing…everything is so dark without you…and I know it’s not fair to even say that to you now…I know I hurt you too much. I wish I could take it all back and you would be with me again…I still love you so much, baby…”

You pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, feeling your own hot tears finally spill at his words.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart?” Aegon whispered, his hand was back to caressing your hair.

“Because…I haven’t moved on either,” you sobbed,”I’m just very good at pretending…but I still love you, Aegs. I probably always will.”

Your eyes met his and the world seemed to halt for a moment. He gently wiped your tears away with his thumb and then kissed your cheeks until you stopped crying and he could see a smile on your face again. Then he carefully leaned in and kissed your mouth again, slow but deep, just as he had before. You softly moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer and putting a smile on his face.

“You’re sure?” he asked, insecurity clouding his voice,”Sure you want this? I’m so fucked up.”

“Well, obviously so am I, why else would I take you back?” you teased him and he laughed. 

You hadn’t heard him laugh like that in so long. It made you realize once again just how badly you had missed seeing him like this. Happy, or at least something resembling it. And you knew it was because of you.

Aegon leaned in to place another quick kiss on your lips.

“I will do better this time,” he then whispered,”I promise you, I will try so hard…”

“Stop,” you cupped his face, caressing his cheek,”Don’t promise me anything. No beautiful, hollow words or plans for the future this time, no expectations and no pressure. Just us.”

He leaned into your touch and nodded his head.”Just us,” he repeated.

“All I need is for you to love me. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know how to do anything else,” he smiled softly and then pulled you down into his lap. You followed eagerly, wrapping your legs around him and feeling him cling to you with his entire body.

“Can I stay?” he whispered in your ear.

“Always,” you nodded with a smile.

Aegon couldn’t believe this was actually happening, that you still wanted him, after everything. He was determined to not let the past repeat itself this time. Not with you, not again. He would be better this time, take it day by day and do his utter best to keep the darkness at bay and let your light be his anchor in this world.

For the first time in a long while he felt like maybe he would be okay.

#aegon x reader #aegon imagine #aegon #aegon x you #modern aegon #fanon aegon #hotd fanfic #tom glynn carney fanfic

[fun-k-board]

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!

AVATAR 2009 with a Human ! S/O who adores Christmas

Characters included: Jake Sully, Neytiri, Tsu'Tey

Pronouns: They / Them

Relationship: Romantic

When text is in bold that means it's spoken in Na'vi, I have no clue if Na'vi have gender neutral language so sorry if this isn't accurate.

Jake Sully

Jake never understood about Christmas, he wasn't one of the lucky few on Earth who had a rich family nor did his family particularly show an overabundance of affection.

He and his brother weren't to close, it hurt when he died of course, but at the end of the day he wouldn't see him for years when he went to Pandora anyway.

So, your sadness over not being able to celebrate it was confusing, but Jake cared for you and tried to comfort you despite this.

"You don't look so good." Jake mumbled and sat down next to you, his eyes stared into you intently as he waited for a response.

"I just miss my family, we use to celebrate Christmas and..." You trailed off, your ears down and tail curling on your thigh. A whimper escaped you as tears began welling in your eyes.

"Oh." He paused, sucking in a large breath "I'm sorry. Maybe we could make last minute presents for each other?" Jake quietly suggested, pulling a shy smile that showed off his sharp teeth.

"That'd be nice..." You quietly whispered, smiling back softly at him while you tried wiping away your tears as calming your breaths.

And so you made whatever you thought would be best for Jake, I could imagine him getting you a weapon or maybe some type of neckwear that would give you a sense of pride.

He doesn't really try to expand it to Neytiri given the cultural differences, but I see Norm getting into the holiday spirit, maybe Grace if her present is a cigarette.

Neytiri

Neytiri taught you and Jake the ways of the Na'vi, to which you both listened, adapted and overcame the differences in your cultures.

However, you still missed your old life. As horrible, polluted and poor Earth became, you still missed family. Apart of family was Christmas, giving to others even outside of who you considered family just to see their smiles, it was something you hadn't experienced in years. You missed that. And you'd never get it back.

"There is something on your mind." Neytiri plainly stated, her words catching you off guard, looking you up and down as she handed food to Jake on her right.

"It's a time of year at home." He replied, looking to me in pity. "Where you can participate in a tradition on Earth, I'll let them explain the details if they want." Jake awkwardly looked away, munching on an unnaturally large amount of teylu. Neytiri turned to me expectantly.

"It's one about family and giving, cherishing those you love, those and even the things around you." You nodded as you spoke even if there was no reason to, awkwardly smiling while Neytiri smiled sweetly.

"It sounds like a wonderful tradition. What is it called?" Her stare bore into your eyes, her own were soft.

"Christmas." You sighed, continuing only because the silence would be unbearable. "We hurt our great mother and caused a lot of pain, it became harder and harder to celebrate as time continued. Now almost nobody truly celebrates it as it was intented, instead a shallow reminder of what it originally was." Neytiri held your hand and nodded.

"I am understanding of your pain, I hope all sky people learn to see as you and Jake have."

She doesn't go out of her way to celebrate it, but notes the general time it happens around and maybe gives you little trinkets that would be meaningless to most.

I can definetly imagine Neytiri showing you in depth Na'vi culture, as she already does, but with more pride as she realises how important you can take cultural and traditional events. But, most of all I imagine you'd be spending time with each other, even if she personally doesn't believe in Christmas, she believes in you. Neytiri sees you.

Tsu'Tey

He mainly made fun of you and Jake for being 'demons', so getting to know you was a lengthy process and required patience on both ends.

Given you were already learning of Na'vi culture from Neytiri, he didn't find the need to teach you anything other than fighting and flying, so when you asked him about something the explanation was very short and simple.

Tsu'tey couldn't say he was too interested in sky people or their traditions, but he noticed you weren't doing too well for the past few weeks. Your sour mood showed in your training and pushed you back, so it was garunteed he would speak on it eventually.

"Why are you sitting here? The ikrans are-" He was momentarily stopped in his words by your tear stained face. Not only was your face uncanny for him with your features unlike natural Na'vi, but beyond that, you were hurt.

"What... What is bothering you?" You noticed his switch to English as hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, lowering into a kneel as he stared deep into your eyes.

"Us human- uh, sky people, have a tradition." You began, Tsu'tey was interested in your words and the curious look he had told you to continue "This time we begin giving gifts, we spend more time with family, friends and... Significant others." You coughed shyly, unsure of the word in Na'vi before remembering "Mates." You clarified.

"It sounds like a prosperous time for your people." He nodded respectfully, holding your hand and looking comfortingly into your eyes. "I see your pain, and I am sorry brother/sister."

He, like Neytiri, doesn't go out of his way to celebrate. Mainly taking part in spending time and showing how much he loves you. Sometimes it can be awkward and stiff, but Tsu'tsy is quite literally an alien who viewed all humans as demons. Unless you explain to him how you view Christmas, he's unsure of how important it is to you and doesn't want to come off as offensive.

In turn, I can imagine him pointing out things similar to his own culture, feeling like a part of him was always with you even before you met.

#Avatar 2009 #james cameron avatar x reader #James Camerons avatar #James Cameron avatar #James Camerons avatar x Reader #Avatar 2009 x Reader #Neytiri x Reader #Jake sully x Reader #Tsu'tey x Reader #Neytiri x gn reader #Jake sully x gn reader #Tsu'tey x gn reader #Jake sully headcanon #Neytiri headcanon #tsu'tey headcanon #Neytiri imagine #Jake sully imagine #Tsu'tey imagine #Avatar 2009 preferences #Avatar 2009 preference #Avatar 2009 imagine #Avatar 2009 headcanon #Tsu'tey preference #Neytiri preference #Jake sully preference #Jake sully preferences #Neytiri preferences #Tsu'tey preferences

[elyuzts-echo]

So uhhh COD tk head cannons cus COD tickles like almost do not exist makes me very sad

COD Tickle Headcanons pt.1

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG SORRIIIIII

The characters mentioned here:

Ghost

Soap

Roach

Price

Gaz

Alejandro

ANYWAYS HCS UNDER THE CUT!!

Ghost

In summary, I declare him as a ler-leaning switch!

He knows about tickles, and he wants nothing to do with it.

Joining 141 helped him gain a slight understanding of friendly and playful affection from his teammates, so if Ghost has any questions about tickles… He'll ask his teammates if he's confident.

I'd say he has a switch sorta thing going on. At some point, he'll be ticklish, and sometimes he'll not.

He probably has a ticklish tummy… Maybe ticklish calves… Hfhhf...

Ghost is probably a blusher, being quiet, but his other teammates can clearly see that he's blushing and MAYBE enjoying it? Hmmm..

He usually gets tickled by Soap, maybe Price or Gaz every once in a while... But obviously, he gets them back, cause karma /j

He's not the one to tease verbally, but mostly physically. To elaborate, he would pause his tickles, waiting for the lee to think it's over, but then he goes BACK into it.

Every once in a while Ghost would chuckle along with the lee, just quietly.

"Pfft, weak. You're ticklish."

"I wonder how the others will be like if they found out about this little weakness."

Soap

Being the little guy I am, I can consider this guy as a lee-leaning switch!

Soap is pretty much an arse about tickles, and would try to tickle anyone he could (at appropriate times obviously)

Being the guy that always tickles Ghost, let's say that 141 had learned a lot about this Scottish guy.

For example, he is VERY ticklish behind his ears and on his nape (back of the neck)...

And MAYBEEE his sides... Hfhfhg he has squishy sides and I just wanna squeeze em

He's the sort of guy to squeal and squirm around right before someone tickles him. Anticipation gets to him badly /pos.

If Ghost were to SIMPLY put his hand down next to Soap's side, Soap's thoughts would go straight to tickles and just blow up inside as he slowly shifts.

But about his little ler side, he's really teasy. Making those damn remarks..

"Aww, let's see that smile a lil' more."

"Can't handle more eh? You can handle a bit mor'a tickling."

Roach (I CANT FIND ANY GIFS OF THIS GUY ONG)

Lee. He's a lee and I'm not fighting anyone about it. Maybe even a BRATTY LEE?? /pos

Ok ok, he has his regulations. He's not the full-on twink lee guy, but he definitely has his times where he would probably crave physical affection every once in a while.

And with that, Ghost could only comfort the man with such.

In my opinion, Roach isn't ticklish in common places... Usually, his weak spots are his forearms, palms, calves, and maybe his ankles. Though he's slightly more ticklish on his ribs or armpits.

If he's in a lee mood, there will only be 2 options and only 2.

Option 1: He'll be confident and ask Ghost privately for some light tickles.

Option 2: He'll be annoying yet respectful as much as he can be. Clinging onto his bud until Ghost realizes.

And when he does get tickled? Ha, it's adorable.

Quiet squeals, and yet he doesn't squirm. Surprisingly, he stays really still.

"You can't find my spots, nuh uh."

"If you're going to attempt for it, I'll tell on you." /j

Price

Haha papa bear. (He's a ler and he ain't afraid.)

NO SERIOUSLY IF HE EVER GETS THE CHANCE TO TICKLE YOU RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!

He knows all your right spots,, oh shit.

However, he's not a bad person, so he'll not exploit it too much. Only in... Necessary situations.

Example? OH! Like when you're sad, or when you miss home... Or when you need a little boost in life! Price is there to help ya with some tickles!

And sometimes, if he's really close to you/willing... He'll let you tickle him for a little bit. (Though run after your part cause he WILL GET YOU! >:D)

Usually a bit ticklish on his armpits and tummy. Just poking those spots could let out a fatherly warm chuckle outta him.

Now the best part, teases.

"C'mon now plum, you can't be sad all day y'know?"

"Let me know when I hit a good one! How about here...? *proceeds to tickle you in your worst spot /pos*"

Gaz

He's a crackhead, little switch.

Gaz loves being tickled as much as he loves tickling others. Though, this guy only tickles the people he's close with. (141, and sometimes family members /p)

VERY PLAYFUL AND TEASY I WILL TELL YOU THAT!

Both Soap and him work together to bring the magic of tickles throughout 141! But obviously, they get their asses tickled after a while since it's fair.

He's the sorta guy to tell you all his tickle spots, then forget about it, and then when you tickle him, he goes insane and demands to know how you found his worst spots!

Pretty ticklish on his calves. And also his ribs and neck,, AND EVEN HIS CHEEKS HHFHF!!

He has the prettiest smile, and Price just wants to see his bud smiling all the time, so tickles it is.

"GAHAHA!! COME ON NOW--! HOW COME YOU KNEHEHW?!"

"I sw- I swear if you tell anyone about my spots I'll get back at ya."

"Aww~ Cat got your tounge?"

Alejandro

Bro is afraid of being a lee. /j (He's actually a lee-leaning switch shh..)

A guy like him?? TICKLISH??? PFFTT..

Ticklish. He's so damn ticklish.

Sides, hips, stomach, armpits, ribs... This guy was molded in ticklish heaven.

But he WILL threaten you (/lh) if you tell anyone about his lil secret. But sometimes he'll let it slide... Or that is what you think.

Sometimes you'll thing he forgot about the incident, but oh no... He comes back alright.

He has a bad start at first, but once he's confident he'll really dig into your weakness as much as you did with his.

Obviously in a friendly way, but he takes it as a serious way to simply frighten his lee cause he apperently finds that funny.

THE GOD OF NIBBLES AND RASPBERRIES OH MY--

"Ah there you go. Not so fun when it's you being tickled, hm?"

"You're laughing too much, you might wake up the others, amigo!"

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IM SO SORRY I GOT TO IT ONLY NOW!! I ONLY SAW IT JUST NOW AND LIKE OMGGG IM SO SORRYYYYY!! :<<

#tickle #sfw tickles #sfw tickle community #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod tickle #cod tickles #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #deaky's lil writings #deaky's inbox has been awaken!

[sanscat0414]

Love Hurts 1

Hawks x Reader

Scenario: You have a crush on Hawks but he loves another or so it seems. One day you learned that you have the Hanakai disease. Will you be saved?

Warning: Mild Blood

Note:

H/n=Hero name

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You and Hawks were pretty much insuperable since childhood. You both grew up together and both was taken in by the commission. Hawks trust you and you trust him. Over the years you started to develop a crush on your bird friend. You didn’t want to ruin what you have so you never told him as such. You’ve convinced yourself that your love is unrequited and that’s okay. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

Recently you started to notice Hawks spending less time with you and more with another hero, Mirko. Now you were hurt by this but you get it Mirko is such a strong and beautiful woman. Any man would fall for her. When you do see Hawks he talked about the fun stuff him and Mirko was up to like pranking other heros. You where perfectly okay playing the supporting friend in there love story.

One day, after the rare times you get to see Hawks you started feeling sick. You went home and when directly to the bathroom. You started coughing and ended up throwing up. When you opened your eyes again you saw blood and yellow petals in the toilet bowl infront of you. You didn’t think much of it at first thinking it was possible an effect form a villain you fought that day.

You decided to the doctor next morning and took a day off. Once you where at the doctor they did a few test and ask a few questions.

“Ms.(H/n) form what you are saying and experiencing. I believe you have Hanakai disease.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a disease born from one-sided love. It’s still a bit of mystery why it happens. It can be fatal if you don’t treat as flowers take over your body form the inside.”

“Is there a cure?”

“Thankfully yes, a treatment through surgery or having the other person confess their love for you too. Going through the surgery means that your feelings and memories of the person.”

“I see…..” you said quietly as you thought about Hawks.

You hated the thought about losing all those precious memories of hawks. You love him and he was always there no matter what. You loved him will all your heart and he was the only person that matter to you. Loosing those memories would be like removing a part of yourself. You also know… having him love you is impossible, you’re just a friend after all.

“Any chances the person you like, would like you back?”

“Mostly likely not.”

“So shall we sche-“

“No. Thanks for everything.”

“BUT Ms.(H/n) if you don’t you’ll die. I know it’s not my place but you done a lot of good for Japan it be a shame to loose you over a person.”

“Call me selfish, I know. But this person had been in my life for a long long time now. Loosing those memories would be like losing my entirety. Beside… I love them to much to let that go.” You said with a sad smile before leaving.

It was sunset by the time you left the hospital. As you walked you heard ten familiar sounds of wings flapping behind you.

“Hey~ up for some hang out time? I just got off work.”

You turn around, low and behold, hawks in all his glory. You smile and nodded. He took hold of you and flew to a near by roof top together. Once your alone in the roof Hawks let go of you.

“Yoru agency said you’re out sick today. You okay?” He said worriedly.

“Mhm, thankfully it was just a bad stomach bug.” You lied.

You can’t tell him the truth. He can’t know. He doesn’t need to know. All it matter is spending the rest of the time you have with him.

“If you’re not feeling well, I can take you home.”

“No it’s fine. I want to hang out with you. How was your day?”

“Oh it was great. Mirko and I pulled a prank on Easerhead and ———-“

You sorted of zoned out a bit as he talked with so much enthusiasm about the fun time he had while patrolling with Mirko. Mirko, you know she a nice lady, you met her a few times but every time you hear her name it seem like another knife to your chest. You started to feel physically pain again and tried to hide it. You started coughing again and hawks immediately stopped talking and tried to help you. You pushed him a way while coughing into your hanker-chief. You hid the hanker- chief from him and thankfully he didn’t notice it.

“____! I guess that stomach bug was worst eh? Come on let me take you home. You should get more rest.”

You nodded and let him take you home. Once you were home and Hawks was gone, you took out the hankercheif. You look at it and as expected blood and Yelloow petals a few more than before. You know it well only get worse. You can’t help but wonder when your gone what would hawks think….

Part 2

#bnha hawks #keigo #keigo takami #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader mha #keigo x reader #hawks x reader angst #bnha hawks x reader #mha takami keigo #hawks mha #mha hawks #mha x reader

[madricat]

Do I wanna know if you’re falling in love with me?

a Carlos x y/n fic loosely based on Do I Wanna Know and Falling In Love With You. This is my first fic ever written, so be prepared. Maybe some spelling errors.

Word count: 2269

inspo from here

There he was. Once again. Just you and him. Together. It was all too good to be true…

“Carlos!!! Mijo, hurry. Time to wake up!”

Of course. Defeated, he decides to get out of bed. When he does, he realizes his hand is gripping on to something.

“Dios Mio”

It was the little bear he has had since he was a kid. A little maroon bear with buttons for eyes and his initials CM on its feet. Every time he dreams of you, the bear is held tight. 

Once he puts the bear down and gets ready for the day (obvi making his hair cover his eye), he heads downstairs for breakfast.

“ Hola Tia,” he said while walking into the kitchen. “Ay Carlos, that’s the fifth time you’ve slept in this week,” Julieta said while cleaning the kitchen. “I know” “Another dream?” his Tia questioned as he went over to pour himself a cup of juice. “Si,” he responded before taking a sip.

His tia was one of the people he trusted. She knows about his little crush. How lately he’s been waking up late cause of his dreams.

“Why don't you say something?” she peaked up. Carlos shrugged his shoulders while taking a bite of an empanada that was sitting on the counter. “Mmm, this is really good. Did you try a new filling?” he questioned with food in his mouth, so good he kept going for another bite.

“Si! y/n gave me the idea, actually.” Upon hearing our name, a blush instantly appeared on his face. Of course, it didn’t help for him to think that you were getting along with his tia, someone he loves very much. 

“Carlos? Que Pasa?” “nada,” he quickly denied anything. “Then what’s that color in your cheeks?” she says teasingly to the poor flustered boy. “I have to go now! Adios Tisa!” he said, quickly exiting the kitchen before it could get any worse. Watching the sight of her nephew leave in a fluster made her laugh to herself.

In all fairness, Carlos really had nowhere to go. So he just decided to take a walk. Everywhere he passed, people were afraid. Oh, how he hated it. He hated it because he didn’t want you to as well. But according to his fears, he can't change how people see him, just like he can't shift the tide. It was something he couldn’t get rid of, like something in his teeth.

He was then snapped out of it when he heard a laugh. Not just anyone, though, yours. That damn laugh that made his knees weak. How he wanted to be the one to make you laugh, be right beside you and make you smile so big. 

“That sounds crazy y/n,” Mirable said in between laughs, “I wish I could go with you.”

“...go?” Carlos mumbled under his breath. No, you can't go. You just came a few months ago. You can't just leave after coming into his life. It would make him sad to see you go. He was sort of hoping you’d stay in this little town he calls home, even if it wasn’t your first home.

Ever since you came into town, something inside him hasn't been the same. Ever since the Encanto mountains broke, people have been coming in (ofc after Abuela approved). Carlos didn’t mind the new people as long as they didn't bother him. They were also new prank victims, so that was a plus. But he couldn't do that to you. It’s like whenever he tries, his body stops him. A feeling you can't fight. 

After learning about his defeat, he thought it was better to just go back home. The whole way back home, he dragged his feet and held his head low. Even when he arrived, Casita could see his mood and quietly opened its doors.

As he trenched up the stairs and down the hall, he got stopped by a voice he knew all too well, almost like the little voice in the back of his head.

“Have you got the guts?” a hushed voice questioned. “ Que?” “When are you gonna tell them?” his sister kept questioning him. “Tell who what?” he kept denying. “Tell y/n that you are in love with them,” she finally said. “Love is a bit strong,” Carlos rebutted. “Dios Mio, you have no idea that you’re in deep,” she said dramatically; she couldn’t believe him. With this, Carlos gives Dolores a puzzled face. “You’re deeply head over heels for them,” she exclaimed. “You’re far from the truth,” he denied. “Then why did your heart start racing then,” she said with a little smirk, now seeing the color in his cheeks return.

Once he snapped back to it, his face turned upside down again. “ You overheard y/n and Mirabel, didn’t you?” With silence as her answer, she felt terrible for her Hermano.

After a while of no words exchanged, Carlos finally peaked up “...when do they leave?” “next week…you know-” “do I wanna know?” Carlos interrupts her. “Que?” she questioned, confused. “ Do I really wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?” he said, rolling his eyes in exaggeration and crossing his arms. “Talk to them then,” Dolores suggested. “When?” “Tonight,” she exclaimed before she started walking away. Then she stopped for a sec and turned her head towards him. “After all, the nights are mainly for saying what you can’t say tomorrow.” And with this, she continued walking away.

Well, he was screwed. It was tonight. Now or never. After months of being in love having a crush, he was finally gonna confess. He was pacing around his room, stressing. He didn’t have a clue about what to do. NONE! As he defeatedly throws himself into his desk chair, he places his elbows on his desk and runs his hands through his hair (showing both his eyes).

Maybe he can come up with a plan! He grabs his notebook and pencil and starts writing ideas. Stargazing? No. Picnic? No. Tear after tear after tear. Each one ending up with a crumble, then being tossed. With agony, he bangs his head on the desk, clueless. When he turns his head, he catches a glance at his bookshelf. With the sunset peeking through his window, a ray of sun illuminated the books. A certain one caught his attention tho.

A brown leather-covered book with Spanish-styled details edged in gold. And on the cover, a heart with angel wings. “Of course!” The answer was in front of him all along. How could he be so stupid? Now all he needed was his guitar and a quick trip to the town square.

His first step, get you to come. He transforms into a little red bird, and with his beak, he picks up a letter that he wrote.  As he started approaching your house, his nerves started to work up again. He was doing this. He was actually doing this. What if it didn't work? What if it was too stupid? What if he got rejected? What if you were already dating someone?! He was so busy questioning that he didn’t realize he had made it to your house and almost flew into it. But there he was, now flying right in front of your window. 

“Tap tap..tap..” Getting up from your desk, you go to see what could possibly be making that annoying noise. When you go to open your curtains, you’re shocked to see a little red bird with a letter in between its beak. You quickly open your window to let the little bird in and see what it wants. The moment you peek open your window, he swiftly flies in, drops the letter on your desk, and leaves. He was so quick that you didn’t have time to process it, let alone blink. With curiosity, you walk back to your desk to see a red letter written in black cursive,

Dear y/n:

Tonight, follow this bird. It will be waiting for you at 12 am.

See you then, Hermosa ❤️

“Her-Hermosa,” you say, surprised. The color in your cheeks was rising. You were over the moon, though!

You made sure to eat your dinner faster tonight and get ready for bed quicker. Welllll, technically you weren’t going to bed, but your family didn’t know that. 

After checking yourself in the mirror for the 20th time, you checked the time and saw it was 11:55 pm. “Here goes nothing,” you say to yourself, preparing for whatever may happen soon. You quietly open your bedroom door, making sure you woke no one up. As you creep down the stairs and to the front door, you didn't know you had stopped breathing until you made it outside.

It was a bit cold, not gonna lie. Waiting there, tapping your foot, you checked your watch. “12:01”. “Where is this bird?” you mumbled under your breath. You were getting a bit impatient since it was getting colder by the minute, only making you want to go inside more. Just when you say this, the bird lands on your shoulder, startling you. Then, with little chirps, the bird started flying away. 

You start chasing after the bird as it begins to head farther from the town. You didn’t even realize you were running in the direction of the famous Madrigals house.

Running up a tiny hill nearby, you attempted to catch your breath once you reached the top. Hands on your knees, when you look up, you realize that you have lost the bird. “mierda,” you say breathlessly. 

Suddenly, you feel a pair of cold hands wrap around your eyes. “You didn’t lose me, Hermosa,” a low, raspy voice whispered in your ear, so close you could feel his breath tickle your skin. “Keep your eyes closed, trust me.”

Well, it was too late now if you were being kidnapped. So you did as you were told and kept them closed.

Carlos couldn’t believe he was doing this. While he slowly removed his hands from your eyes, he cautiously started walking in front of you. Once standing face to face with you, he couldn’t help but just freeze for a second. How bad he just wanted to grab your face and feel your lips collide with his. But he knew he couldn’t. So he gently grabbed your hands as he started walking backward, guiding you to a little clearing. 

Your mind was racing with millions of thoughts. Do I know that voice? Where is he taking me? Why did I agree to do this? Where even am I? All of a sudden, you felt him let go of your hands.

You stood there with your eyes still closed, patiently waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Then, out of nowhere, you start hearing a guitar strumming. Curiously, you peeked open your eyes. When you did, you were awestruck. 

“ Wise men say only fools rush in.”

Carlos sang while looking down at his guitar. Around him was a circle of candles. Dimly lit up, allowing you to only see a figure of the stranger.

“But I can't help falling in love with you.”

He sang while slowly approaching toward you.

“No, I can't help falling in love with you.”

He lastly sang while now standing right in front of you, looking you in the eye.

As you two stood there, you were shocked. Now finally, being able to place a face on the mysterious admirer, you couldn’t believe it. Did thee Carlos Madrigal just say in song he loved you? You couldn't even mutter a single word. 

“Look, y/n, I know we’ve barely known each other, but I’ve just been wondering lately if your heart's still open. Cause we can be together if you wanted to, regardless of whether you are gonna leave soon,” he rambled. He was so nervous, why weren't you saying anything?! He could barely even comprehend what he was even saying.

This was so much for you to process right now.

“I-i,” you tried to form words, but before you could even get them out, you were interrupted. “-Look, I get it if you don't want-” “Carlos!” you interrupted him. This shocked him and made him shut up. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, too” “...really?” “yes, really,” you replied. He couldn’t believe it, you had just said you liked him back! His heart was now racing. Internally he was jumping up and down in joy.

“So we can be together then?” he said with excitement entangled in his tone. “Of course,” you answered. But then it hit him, “but aren’t you leaving soon? How would we make this work?” 

You were confused. You never told him anything about leaving; how would he-oh. “Ay, the chisme of this town,” you groaned under your breath while pinching the bridge of your nose.

Well, you couldn’t have confused the poor boy any more than he already was.

“ I only leave for two weeks, you know that, right?”

He didn’t respond; all he could think of was how stupid he was. Is that what Dolores was trying to tell him earlier? Is this what he gets when he doesn’t listen to people fully?

When he didn’t respond and just stood there with his mouth opened a little, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Aww, pobrecito,” you said between giggles before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

With that, Carlos shut his mouth and regained his stiff posture.

Guess this feeling really did flow both ways after all ❤️…

#carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x y/n #carlos my beloved #encanto carlos #my fic #encanto

[cherrb333]

Chapter 3:first meat;D

Note:its a bit of a shorter chapter, but i finally got it done hehehehe, also loreeeeeeee:D

Ps:writing mama speech is fucking hard lol

It had been a few months since Usagi and Renai had all but become friends, and things were going smoothly. Renai had learned many things about the world and found a nice home at Usagi's workplace! Another score was the turtles Frequented the Restaurant, so spying on them became less life-threatening! (Usagi was relieved about that one) 

She learned some things about the turtles while spying on them as well. Like how Mikey seemed to be the baby of the four, and how arrogant Donnie was about everything, It made her chuckle when she watched the four interact. She couldn't help it, their banter was hilarious... She also noticed that they always had some bruise or scratch, unless They were doing a chill day. But, one day, as she was just Traversing New York City, a disguise thrown together at the last second, she didn't expect her to bump into a certain red bandanna-wearing turtle. It all started as she was getting a taco from a concession stand in Times Square. She licked her lips as the smells filled her nostrils. She had just gotten ahold Of her taco when suddenly, she collided with A very hard very ...fluffy? Chest. She yelped as the taco Went splat on the ground beside her, juices creating a puddle of wasted potential. She blinked before realizing what had happened and sulking over the(now destroyed) taco. She heard a gasp from above her, followed by a deep husky voice that was filled with so much sadness it rivalled Her own.

“Aw jeez! I'm so sorry, I didn't see ya there!” She perked up at the voice, head shooting up to see the very tall very buff red clad turtle in a hippo costume(for some odd reason, sheesh these turtles Were weird), his face contorted in a look of concern as he held out A hand to help up the smaller much younger turtle that stared up at him in awe, her mouth agape. As the shock subsided, anger fueled through her veins as she cursed under her breath.

“watch where you're going! You could have hurt someone! You already hurt my taco you…you…you...MEAN POOPHEAD!!!!”

she Shouted At the top of her lungs, huffing in anger, and getting a few stares from the people around them. Raph Blinked, before bursting out in fits of laughter that boomed through the streets. 

“D-did you just..”

he inhaled a breath between laughter

“Call me a poop head!”

He cackled, holding his hand over his head as he hunched over in laughter.

“How old Are you?”

He continued to laugh his ass off despite the frown that built up on renais face as she glared up at the turtle in red.

“11?”

He snorted, grabbing his plastron to hold in the laughs but failing miserably. 

“I-im 12!”

She huffed, Stomping her foot, tears of anger pooling in her eyes. Raph couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. She frowned, crossing Her arms.

“Plus, you are a poophead! You destroyed my beautiful burrito/taco! I was gonna eat that!”

She sulked, looking down at the sad mess on the floor. Raph followed her gaze, quieting down with a frown, biting his lip as he twiddled his fingers.

 “Here, lemme help ya up, and I'll buy ya a new taco, considering I made ya drop it.”

He continued to hold his hand out, helping Renai to her wobbly feet. Then a look of realization fell on his face as he rubbed his hand on his neck nervously

“Oh right, by the way! Th’ names’ Raph! And you?” 

Raph. Wow, this guy's parents must hate him. She snorted, holding a hand over her mouth to muffle it.

“I'm Renai,”

she held her hand out as she scuffed her flip-flop on the floor. Before he could respond, she quickly walked up to the taco truck again, gesturing for him to follow impatiently

“Now then, I think you owe me a taco”

she chuckled, beginning to bounce on the balls of her bandaged feet. She tapped her three-fingered hand along her plastron as she waited quietly with the big behemoth of a mutant who stood beside her. She wasn't wearing her bandanna today, opting for a more subtle hoodie, she still had her bandages, and no one noticed the two very obvious turtle mutants in the line. It was New York, blending in wasn't hard when no one was phased. As they drew closer to the front of the line, raph spoke up to cut the growing awkward silence with a question.

“Soooooo, I haven't seen you around before, are you from the hidden city?”

he asked, noticing her three-fingered hands that gave away the fact she was not just a mere human. She laughed nervously before turning to the man in front of them to tell him her order before responding.

“Uhhhhh, whatever do you mean? I'm a normal human person! Just going about a normal human life, getting tacos and working 9 to 5!”

she forcefully laughed, lying through her teeth. She couldn't be more obvious. Raph deadpanned.

“You know, Raph can tell you're lying. Sheesh, I thought Donnie was bad at lying”

he mumbled the last part more to himself than anyone, handing a 5-dollar bill to the man at the stand, getting himself a taco as well. Renai blinked before she blew it off.

“Whattttt? I'm not lyingggg~”

Raph raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as the two sat at a table.

“Ya know, I haven't known you for that long, but it is obvious you're lying.”

Raph chuckled.

“It's ok, you don't have to tell Raph. We just met after all”

Raph shrugged it off, waving a hand as Renai felt her shoulders relax tremendously. She began to move on from the conversation. The two conversed, finding things to talk about while they waited for their tacos. Surprisingly, Renai realized the two had a lot in common. She found an immediate bond with the big guy over Lou Jitsu. She almost forgot that they were supposed to be enemies. Almost. Then she felt a vibrate against her thigh, glancing down to see that the phone Mama had given her was vibrating with an illuminated name.

‘Mother is Calling’

it read. She felt a shiver run up her spine, quickly apologizing to Raph before stepping away from the table to take the call. Upon answering, Mama started demanding information, of which Renai huffed in frustration. Upon answering, renai shivered at the voice that came through the phone.

“Finally, it was such a fuzzy woodle getting you to answer! Now, my dear pet, tell me, why haven't you been answering mommy’s calls?”

renai hissed, pulling her phone away from her ear to see the 50 missed calls. Crap. oh shoot, oh no! She messed up big time. 

“I'm so sorry, Mother! I'll take any punishment that you see fit. I didn't see your call and I am so sorry, please! Forgive me!”

her lip trembled as she blinked back the unshed tears of overwhelming guilt. The line was quiet for a bit.

“It's alright. I'll forgive you as long as you tell me, do you have any news?”

mama hummed through the cell, making Renai flinch in fear gulping down the nervous lump in her throat she began to tell Mama of the current things she had found out from the turtles so far. She felt her breath hitch as she told Mama of her mistake of revealing herself to the big one by accident, mama hummed, renai could never read Mama’s tone, but she would guess she was surprisingly pleased.

“No, no. This could be good. If you get super close, they will allow you into their home, and you can get more information about them from there. Go ahead and befriend the big turtley-poo, my dear. Make him give you information, and report to me when you have all of the juicy info-doodles!”

mama spoke cheerfully, and before Renai could protest, the call ended, leaving Renai standing there staring at her phone stunned. Huh. so she would have to befriend them. Can't be too hard, right?

She turned to look at where Raph had been sitting, seeing him sitting there waving at her once he noticed she was looking at him. No. this wouldn't be hard at all. She smirked to herself as she began walking back to the turtle in front of her. Her mission just became a whole lot easier.

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[coffeeandmagicaltales]

The Auror&The Devil part 13

Aesop Sharp x MC (fluff, hints of angst, slice of life) (10K words)

"Again," Aesop muttered, rising from behind the round table, seeing that Morana hadn't quite replicated the movement of the Expecto Patronum spell correctly. Instead of casting a powerful, radiant blow to the mannequin (covered in a black rag, to which Aesop had attached a note saying "DEMENTOR"), it released a sad spark from her wand, which immediately fizzled out. It was fortunate that it ended there, as an hour earlier rows of jars and Mr. Skelebone in the corner of his classroom had suffered.

He limped over to her and stood beside her, observing attentively. Morana brushed her hair from her face and took a deep breath, trying to focus.

"EXPE-!"

"Wrong," Aesop interrupted her, rolling his eyes.

"Arrrrghhh," Morana stomped her foot and glared at him. "I'm trying to focus, here."

"You're not focused," he shrugged. "What's going on?"

She hissed, but the gentle tone of his voice momentarily eased her anger.

"Well, I doubt I'll be able to conjure up any happy thoughts; I keep thinking about home," she confessed, and Sharp nodded understandingly, leaning against one of the workstations for potion making. "I don't know... There's something wrong with me, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get at myself. It doesn't make any sense. We were there just over a month ago, and it feels like ten years have passed. Or like it never happened at all..."

"What do you mean?"

Morana sat on the cold floor and, rotating her wand in her hands, slowly gathered her thoughts.

"I... I didn't feel anything at their grave. Like I was standing at the grave of strangers. Neither sadness, nor joy, nor grief... Just disappointment."

"You have the right to feel that way, Mora, because you didn't know them or that place... You didn't know them at all... Feelings don't magically flow to someone who is a complete stranger to you..."

"I was sure something would change... That suddenly I would have an epiphany and know who I am..." Silver tears flickered in her eyes. She wiped them away with a quick motion of her hand. "Once again, I have more questions than answers. Once again, I know nothing. I don't know who I am, I don't know what happened there, or who caused it! What good is a pile of stones to me..."

"Sometimes you have to put the investigation aside..." Aesop said quietly. "Patiently (hard word for you) wait for a breakthrough, and I'll tell you, we've learned a lot anyway. Just like I told you back then at Sirona's after our return: we know a lot, for example, that it wasn't an accident, that someone wanted to cover something up, most likely murder, that it was a very capable person, because such a powerful spell, which literally wiped the memory of your parents names from entire collective's minds... Merlin, I've never encountered something similar in my life... Hmmm, what I mean is that when such frustrating moments came in my work, we just dealt with current matters. Simple things related to the shady shops, where something was always happening..."

Morana got up and leaned against the countertop, standing next to Aesop.

"As for the Patronus, I don't know if I even have any happy memories..." she confessed. "Everything seems dull to me; I rarely feel real joy, let alone happiness."

"...You don't feel it because perhaps you're afraid you'll lose it quickly, right?" Aesop's eyes gleamed intelligently, immediately making Morana blush. "Well, I must send you to Professor Ronen for joy training; I'm rather bad at it myself," he joked and nudged her shoulder. "Come on, try one last time; I'll help you."

Morana positioned herself defensively, and Aesop approached her, gently taking her hand holding the wand and adjusted her stance with her permission. She could hear his deep breath by her ear, and his scent tickled her nose.

"Keep your wrist loose, Mora, remember."

"Mmmmhmm." She swallowed stiffly.

"Good." He stepped back a pace. "Clear your mind, focus, summon the memory."

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A beam of light emanated from Morana's wand and pushed back the "Dementor," blowing away its rag and the inscription.

"Oh! Very good!" Aesop praised her. "What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about how I saved Highwing with Natty and we escaped from poachers."

Aesop's eyebrows furrowed, and his face contorted into the familiar grimace known to Morana.

"It's still a bit weak, but it's better than 'meeting a dragon with Poppy'... I dread to think what your happiest memory might be and what monster you'll see in it..." he joked and limped back to his desk. He dipped his quill in the ink and continued checking tests. "Memories associated with relationships with loved ones are usually the strongest..." he said, not taking his eyes off his work. "Maybe I'm nosy, but if it helps you, maybe you have some memories with your umm friend... Mr. Gaunt, for example?"

"No... we're not together anymore, if that's what you mean..." Morana confessed, blushing. "We're still friends, but nothing more."

"Hmmm," Aesop uttered, and even he didn't know why it sounded rather cheerful than saddened by the lovers' separation. He quickly changed the subject to avoid awkwardness. "Perhaps my mother will have a small task for you; of course, she'll pay you and probably stuff you with cake and tea."

"What does she need?" Morana asked, pleased with something to occupy her mind and push away thoughts still drifting towards Nitria and Jelenec. She pushed aside Aesop's trinkets and sat at the other end of the round table, sneakily peeking if her paper didn't stick out somewhere in the stack of exams, which she might still have a chance to correct...

"Yours I've checked a long time ago," he grumbled, not looking up from his work. "You did a bit better than last time; you're lucky, but by Merlin's Beard, if someone saw the niffler you drew and captioned it with 'Don't upset the Niffler, give Morana a P.'... ughh..." He looked at her sternly from under dark lashes, shaking his head. Morana made an innocent gesture with her hands, as if she wanted to defend herself without words: "But it worked."

Aesop sighed dramatically, pretending he had no strength left for her. He planned to keep this exam for himself and frame the awkward drawing, which he found incredibly endearing, and keep it somewhere in his workshop.

"... what was I supposed to tell you? Oh! She needs a few ingredients for her tapestry threads. She sews real works of art, repairs those hanging in Hogwarts... It's not simple; they're made with very old, almost woven magic, known to very few wizards, and simple Reparo won't help..."

"Do you also know that magic?" Morana asked, curious.

"When I have time, I help her a bit, but I'm more useful in handing her threads and chasing after the fur of magical animals... Oh, speaking of animals, what about your little idea of becoming an Animagus? Are you still interested in that?"

Before Aesop could elaborate, Morana opened her mouth, showing him the soggy mandrake leaf she held against her cheek. He grimaced and shook himself off in disgust, closing his eyes.

"Firstly: ew. Secondly: I respect your decision; I wouldn't dare."

Morana laughed.

"Interesting what animal you would turn into, a real mystery..." she chuckled sarcastically.

"That's exactly what I fear." Aesop chuckled. "I'd probably enjoy the life of a chubby thief more and would stay that way forever. Nifflers don't have to work or teach anyone Patronus spells, or make sure Mr. Weasley doesn't turn my class into a flock of sheep again, like he did last month... Merlin, I still have nightmares, and when I see sheep before falling asleep, I jump up on my feet. Still, when I go for a walk, I'm afraid one of them might be, for example, poor Mrs. Sweeting... Well, at least she remained herself in the sheep's body and was able to throw herself at poachers... Otherwise, we would have a problem with recognizing her..."

Morana laughed, remembering the headline in the newspaper: "Crazy sheep attacks poachers, do Aurors have competition?". Almost at the same moment, she and Aesop screamed: "POPPY!" and hurried to find her, catching poachers along the way, so they could turn their unconscious bodies (before handing them over to the Aurors) into bait for her... Mora snorted with laughter. Yes, it was a strange, surreal adventure. Before she herself was cured by the potion, it was strange to see the world through the eyes of a sheep, to eat grass that tasted delicious at the time, and after which she had heartburn for a week in her human form.

Aesop tried hard to find a remedy for them all (the unexpectedly strong potion didn't respond to just any antidote, and Sharp had to demonstrate his knowledge of poisons), he took care of the flock, even though he had no clue about shepherding. The worst were the letters to parents that he had to send when everyone was back in their original forms, including the last Poppy, who got a bit lost and an ordinary sheep attended classes instead of her for a while... Morana frowned. From one of her classmates' father, probably Leander's, Aesop received a howler that humiliated him in the corridor in front of students. She didn't understand why the parent had to vent their frustration on him in such, in her opinion, rude manner, considering the potions master was not to blame for anything. He accepted the howler with dignity, not even blinking an eye. However, Morana knew deep down that he took it very hard and felt terribly sorry. Touched by a premonition, as soon as she finished her lessons, she went to find him; he hid in his office, completely shattered, sitting in silence, absent-mindedly staring at a glass of whiskey, in which the ice had already melted... He just tried to fix Gareth's mistake, he wasn't guilty of anything... She talked to him and calmed him down and, knowing that it would improve his mood, took him to the Room of Requirement to show him the newly born Nifflers. All of them, both young and adult, climbed him and Aesop fell asleep covered by a dozen of furry creatures... Everything ended well, but even the memory of the father unjustly shouting insults at the upright, proud man who heroically got everyone out of trouble made her blood boil.

"That's it for today," Aesop summed up and got up from his seat with a quick flick of his wand, making the exams disappear. "I have a few things to attend to, see you tomorrow, Mora." The woman was slightly surprised and looked at her pocket watch. He never finished at this time. She looked at him questioningly, but no answer came. She sensed some mystery, which somehow worried her a bit. He dusted off the dust particles from himself, put on one of his coats that he wore on "occasions," and waited for her at the exit to let her out and lock the classroom. As she passed him in the doorway, she saw him looking at her askance, and although there were no emotions on his face, there was a mysterious spark in his hazel eyes, as if he were waiting for something and was in a bit of a hurry. For a meeting... with someone.

A strange feeling twisted her stomach. Anger caused by the lack of information about who it was, what he would do, swirled in her head. Why did he dress differently than for a whiskey outing with Ronen? Why do his perfumes smell stronger today, and his velvety hair is perfectly arranged, reflecting even the smallest rays of candlelight?

"What's with the face?" he grumbled as they walked alongside each other. "Don't worry, I'm not mad about that drawing..."

"I'm tired," she cut in, staring at the floor. "I'm going to help Poppy, her cabbages escaped today, I promised we'd look for them... See you tomorrow!"

Aesop didn't have time to respond, and Morana turned on her heel, tossing a wave of black curls and she was gone. He didn't know what had bitten her, but apparently something had annoyed her. He shrugged. Morana, queen of Nitra, of the Puffed-up-Goose crest, he made up on the spot, amusing himself, and pulled out a mysterious letter from his pocket, which he had been hiding from her with difficulty. He read it carefully to make sure he remembered the meeting time and wouldn't be late. He wanted to make a good impression - after all, he was meeting a teacher. A teacher didn't want to appear bad in front of another teacher and seem unprofessional. Excited by the opportunity he had accidentally received, he straightened his tie and disappeared with a whoosh of floo flames.

He sat in a cramped bench, much too big for him, constantly adjusting and fidgeting, unable to get comfortable. He glanced with a playful smirk at the letter lying on the desk in front of him.

Seriously?

It started without any polite greeting.

Aesop, what are you up to now? Merlin, of all the languages in the world, why Slovak?... Anyway, I know you won't tell me, it's silly to ask. It's hard to find someone around here who speaks it. I only know one Muggle... She's the governess of my bank colleague's daughter - the girl was born a Squib. The teacher said she could meet you at the parish nursery school (you have a map in the envelope, don't lose it, you idiot) during the break, at 6 in the evening, where she teaches children from poor families for free every Friday... She noted that 'she doesn't teach old people and you'll have to show exceptionally that she's not wasting her time.' She added that if she sees you slacking off, even though she's not doing it for free, she'll quit. What a woman... Anyway, supposedly she teaches quite effectively. Sounds like you'll get along.

I don't feel like looking for someone else, so PLEASE try, since you're already bothering me with this. I love you like a brother, but sometimes I just can't stand you... Damn it, Aesop, now as I think about it I'm sure It's because of a woman, isn't it? ISN'T?... Buy her flowers or do something normal people do. I dunno, take her for a dinner. As I told you before: doing weird things like bringing troll's head is not romantic at all. Hope you at least read her poetry in that twisted language, but knowing you, it's going to be weird anyway and you'll scare her away.

Have fun & respectfully fuck you

Torq

The door slammed, and a small room was entered by a tiny, stooped woman with glasses as thick as jar bottoms. She didn't honor Aesop (who greeted her with a wide smile) with a glance.

"Slovak, belongs to the Slavic group of languages, grammatically complex and difficult to master, so you will have to show intellect and discipline..." she trotted to the board and wrote: I am, you are, he she it is, etc. "Do you know any Slavic languages, Mr. Sharp?"

"Russian..."

"Ugh, if you had said: Serbian, Polish, or Czech, it would have been much easier," she interrupted him, not hiding her disappointment. Aesop felt himself getting increasingly tense, and his hands started to sweat. "And now the rules: you come to my classes punctually, and if you're not prepared, you don't come at all, and we end our cooperation. Understood?..." Sharp felt himself sinking deeper into the collar of his coat, as if trying to hide. He mumbled only, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Each month, I'll test your knowledge in writing, and I'll quiz you on the spot each lesson..." He swallowed saliva obediently, jotting down everything that appeared on the board, when it dawned on him what he had gotten himself into. He had the feeling that Torq deliberately chose her as his teacher so he wouldn't get too bored. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if he should really dedicate himself to learning this language and instead of resting, cramming oddly sounding words written with letters he saw for the first time in his life. Why was he actually doing this?

He came up with this idea shortly after returning from Nitra, when he was sitting with Morana at Sirona's table near the fireplace. She looked absent-mindedly at the dancing flames, tears sparkling in her crystal eyes. Sad, disappointed. And very... hmm... lonely. It was then that he realized that despite not hearing any accent in her voice, Great Britain was a foreign place for her. What's more, there wasn't much of a Slovak minority here with whom she could spend some time... if only she could be understood in her own language, express what she feels in her own words... heh... It sounded beautiful in her mouth. Like the language of elves from fairy tales.

Why was he really doing this? Logically, it made no sense at all. He would waste many hours of his time for a young woman who would soon leave Hogwarts and go her own way, and in a few years, she wouldn't even remember that she was taught by some Aesop Sharp... But, in the end, what else did he have to do, especially with his boring life? Maybe at least it would make his Puffed-up-Goose feel a little less lonely for a while... At least that's what he silently hoped for, because he couldn't do anything more for her. He had nothing to give her, no knowledge that could restore her memory... He was a cripple, a loner with an unpleasant character, whose jokes were exceptionally weak. Moreover, he was old, and his body was disfigured.

He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the words, which he struggled to pronounce, unable to get rid of the Russian accent that Mrs. Hedviga Ostrá commented on with a disgusted "tsk."

Aesop sank into the chair in his art studio.

His brain, overloaded with knowledge, absorbed about 30% of the information, and therefore, as he walked down the corridor with an armful of notes, he almost stumbled over Matilda, who happened to be on curfew. He wasn't tired, but he had to occupy his mind with something else for a while and relax a bit.

For some time now, he had been occupied with a certain project waiting for him on the table. He smiled gently. He reached for the chisel and with a light movement of his hand, he extracted from under the shavings a tiny wooden leg with joints at the knee and ankle. It wasn't just an ordinary wooden leg. He poured onto it a significant piece of his knowledge, some of it he had to read and some come up with himself, and create spells from scratch. A bit like his mother showed him during the creation of tapestries, when every move involved anchoring the spell in the material. Weaving it. So now he sat in place, cleared his mind, recalling only those thoughts he wanted to transfer into a piece of basswood, humming protective spells, rhythmically combining them with tool movements. The process took quite a long time and required patience. He sang softly, shyly, but every word poured his knowledge into the magical object, creating a true masterpiece and artifact at the same time, because the prosthesis slowly became something almost "alive." It didn't feel pain, but it could grow with its future owner, fit perfectly, regardless of weight changes, there was no question that it would even fall off during jumping on a trampoline. Well, it wasn't perfect; it was still a piece of wood, and there was a fear that Sidó would limp.

Madame Niffleur soon, according to his subtle plan, was to temporarily join the ranks of the nuns.

Together with Poppy and Sirona, Mora sat by the lake, enjoying probably the last warm rays of autumn sun. Sirona dipped her legs in the lake, pleased with her long-awaited day off, Poppy was feeding the newly hatched Snigets sitting in her pocket, and Mora was reading the next chapters of Aesop's book, reading stories of the next patients of St. Mungo's.

"Is it definite?" Sirona asked, and both girls turned their heads towards her. "Durmstrang? Won't you get bored there?"

Morana sighed deeply and nodded.

"Damn, so I'm in the decided minority of people who want to keep you."

Morana laughed and looked at her questioningly.

"I talked to Aeso... um... Professor Sharp," Sirona glanced at Morana sideways, mysteriously examining her with her eyes, smiling slightly, as if she knew some secret. "...and even he, the perfidious traitor, thinks that Durmstrang will do you good."

"Hey, I plan to visit quite often." Poppy nudged Morana's shoulder, suddenly her brown eyes sparkled. "Imagine, Scandinavian DRAGONS, oh, how wonderful it will be!"

She jumped up from her place, surrounded by a bunch of Snigets flying over her head, and did a few pirouettes dancing with the wind. Morana smiled broadly, seeing her joy. Sirona splashed water on her, and a fierce battle of water spraying ensued between them, full of squeals and laughter.

Wings flapped in the air. Above Morana, for a moment, an unknown owl circled, which, dropping a letter on her lap, immediately flew off in its direction.

For a moment, Morana didn't know who the parchment was from - the writing looked like Aesop's, but the sentence "Dear Miss Dimm!" completely threw her off. Only when she delved into the content, describing the furs of magical animals, did she remember the task from his mother.

"Why don't they give you a moment's peace?" Poppy joked. "Who's this time? Mr. Moon found another Demguise statue?"

Morana laughed and shook her head.

"Mrs. Sharp asks for help in finding ingredients for tapestries."

"Oooo...." Poppy became interested, and her eyes lit up. "Professor Sharp once let me know that she found injured Puffskeins. I was sure she was just as awful as him and I was afraid to meet her... But she turned out to be really wonderful, so warm and hospitable, we drank tea together. Besides, she's terribly tall! When she hugged me goodbye... she lifted me off the ground!"

"It's not really difficult, little one." Morana suddenly caught Poppy around the waist and lifted her up, then both, laughing, fell on the grass.

"hmm Professor Sharp isn't awful at all." Sirona defended him. "I met him probably at the worst moment of his life, and I understand what he went through. Maybe he seems grumpy, but when he feels comfortable with someone - he opens up and gains a lot... He's a true gentleman, of which unfortunately there are fewer and fewer."

Morana smiled slightly, her cheeks blushed. Yes. Aesop Sharp definitely gained from getting to know him better. She felt Sirona's gaze on her, still smiling slyly, Morana was sure she knew something she didn't.

"I think I prefer Mrs. Sharp..." Poppy muttered shyly. "She made a delicious cake. I wonder how it would be if she taught us potions?"

"You'd probably gain a few kilograms." Sirona burst out laughing. "Still haven't found anyone to replace Professor Fig?"

"No one wants his place, because everyone's afraid to work at Hogwarts now, because of the goblins..." Poppy grumbled, rolling her eyes. "Cowards."

"The only Magical Theory teacher worse than Professor Black could be a cauliflower." Morana mumbled without looking up from the book she had returned to reading, and Sirona and Poppy burst out laughing.

"Oh, I'd argue." Poppy admitted, barely catching her breath from laughing. "Professor Cauliflower would be definitely funnier."

Morana had been to Cragcroftshire only once before, during the search for Demiguise statues, but just like then, she now thought it would be a good place to live, or at least spend her holidays there.

The tree growing in the middle of the village seemed to be something more than just a decoration... it emanated magic, possibly as old as Morana knew, or even older... It watched over this place as an ancient god.

Right behind the stall of the seller, whom Mora greeted with a smile, was Mrs. Sharp's house. Dimm stepped quickly onto the threshold, shook the dust from her favorite outfit and knocked patiently waiting for the invitation, finally, the door opened a crack.

"Aesop?" she asked, not expecting to see him. He smiled broadly, his eyes sparkling, but before he could say anything, a female voice invited Morana inside. Aesop let her in, indicating the way, she lightly brushed against his clothes with her arm, the corridor was definitely too narrow for two people to stand side by side. Suddenly, he moved a bit closer and, smiling indulgently, took a leaf from her head, which must have fallen on her hair from the magical tree. She held her breath, embarrassed, Aesop chuckled. She looked so lovely and cute, like an elf from children's books, dressed in a fancy little hat, and he would prefer not to tell her that she had a leaf on her head, to enjoy the sight longer, but... they weren't alone.

"I won't bother you." he said almost silently.

Morana went ahead, and he for a split second analyzed the beautiful shape of the leaf and carefully tucked it into the pocket of his jacket.

The beautiful red-haired woman sat in a comfortable armchair near the fireplace, spinning threads on a spinning wheel, which squeaked slightly. Opposite her, on a small sofa, an old man was dozing off, a straw hat covered his face, probably so that no ray of sun entering the room through the small windows would wake him up. Passing by him, Aesop first quickly turned some framed photo, as if he were ashamed of it in front of Morana, and then adjusted the blanket covering the old man, and affectionately touched his arm, then limped to the kitchen and started looking for a jar with the right blend of tea, poking his big nose into every jar. Morana smiled, it was adorable.

"Morana Dimm, nice to meet you." Mora introduced herself with a wide smile.

"Juno Sharp, nice to meet you too, love," the woman said softly, so as not to wake her partner (she had a very strong Scottish accent) and shook Morana's hand. It was a firm grip and cold, delicate touch, just like Aesop's. Morana smiled slightly surprised by this discovery, sat opposite her in the armchair, and began to look at her closely, looking for more similarities to Sharp. There were few of them, very subtle. Slightly crooked front teeth, bright, kindly look of dark eyes, well-defined jaw, moles on the hands, the way she slightly tilted her head when she looked at her...

She flicked her wand and in Morana's hands, a plate of cake suddenly materialized.

"Well, I don't even know where to start..." Mrs. Juno hesitated, visibly as excited as she was shy. She nervously rubbed her hands, just like Aesop often did. "I recently miscalculated the amount of ingredients in the pantry, and I received a big order from Professor Black, and I'm afraid I won't be able to complete it on time... I feel a bit embarrassed to ask for your help..."

"It's me who should feel embarrassed, Mummy, that you have to ask someone other than me for help..." Aesop said softly, with a sad voice, as he carefully hobbled over, trying not to spill anything, and handed them cups of freshly brewed tea with a pleasant orange scent.

"Oh!" Mrs. Sharp hissed at him and gave him a sharp look, tenderly touching his hand. "Silly boy! I hold no grudge against you and never have! Ugh..."

"Well..." Morana began uncertainly. "Aeso... um... Professor Sharp, just has a lot of responsibilities... I have significantly more free time and I'm happy to help."

Mrs. Sharp smiled warmly, as if pleased that Morana wanted to defend her son, and looked at him as if to say, "You see, she's right, it's a good idea." He nodded wordlessly in agreement and sat down in the chair next to them, focusing his attention entirely on his slice of cake.

"I have a list of ingredients prepared, of course, I'll pay you for everything... I just need a small amount, you can keep the rest, or sell it to Mr. Pippin. Aesop told me that you work with him, hmm, maybe I'm being nosy, but... I expected someone... much younger than you..."

"Um, no, it's a longer story." Morana laughed lightly and quickly swallowed the chocolate cake before continuing. "I come from Slovakia, I grew up in an orphanage, I don't know my last name or age."

"Oh..." Mrs. Sharp looked concerned, but something caught her attention, her eyes sparkled. "They left you there as a child?"

"Well, not exactly. One day I found myself in the woods, I was found by the forester..." She considered whether to tell her that her son had helped a lot in finding her past, but bit her tongue, unsure if she could talk about it. "Recently, I found out that my family is dead, our house was burned down, and their identity was literally erased, I was hit by a powerful memory charm..." she pointed to her cheek. "Dark magic."

"Oh, and exceptionally powerful, without a doubt..." the old woman mused, still deeply intrigued, she asked another question. "Sad story, extraordinary... You say you don't remember anything?"

"Not entirely." Morana smiled lightly, feeling warmth in her heart. "I still have my name."

"Doesn't that surprise you?"

The question caught Morana off guard and even drew Aesop's attention, who stopped eyeing the cake on the kitchen counter.

"Hmm?" he murmured.

Aesop's mother smiled mysteriously and straightened proudly.

"For me, everything is clear. But let me start from the beginning: hundreds of years ago, magic looked somewhat different than it does now. It was mainly practiced by men, in the sense of treating it like science, while women knew a slightly different kind of magic focusing on their role in society. Raising children, taking care of the home... All the protective spells are the work of our grandmothers, great-grandmothers, and hundreds of their mothers before them. Salvio Hexia is one of them. But that's not all. What I'm involved in also has very deep roots: the enchanting of threads, whose weave creates images living "their own lives"... Unfortunately, it is time-consuming, requires concentration, proper movements of the thread, and this art is slowly dying out. There are other spells. Strong magic related to blood magic..." Morana and Aesop exchanged glances, listening with increasing interest to Mrs. Juno. "Hundreds of years ago, child mortality was high, dangers lurked for them in both the magical and non-magical worlds, so many mothers secretly protected them with ancient protection. Love so great that it became an unbreakable shield. It took on various forms, and often hid in the power carried by the child's name. Children were given two names: one that everyone around them knew, and another that only the mother and her offspring knew..."

In Morana's mind, restless thoughts began to swirl, questions piled up.

"What I want to say is that perhaps such a spell protected you from danger, that's why you survived... Could it be that when the curse hit you, it could have transported you to a completely different place? I don't know, but I don't deny it. Every mother who knows these charms uses them slightly differently... I also protected my child with them..." She smiled tenderly and with a gentle movement of her hand, closed Aesop's gaping mouth.

"Mummy... how... where... how do you know all of... this?"

"Oh, you thought you were so clever, after my ex-husband!? Ha, good one! Besides, you never asked about these things."

Morana's heart beat faster. She organized everything in her head.

"Do you think... do you think my mum protected me? That she knew such magic?"

"No differently, in my opinion everything points to that. History knows many similar cases, now more as legends, although the 'magic of names' centuries ago was a popular practice among the Celts, Slavs, Germans... Even Rome supposedly had its magical name known only to the residents, for fear that someone might attack the city... Returning to the subject: it's possible that the spell that hit you worked, but only on your, hmm let's call it 'external identity'. Your true name remained with you. Morana."

Mora breathed deeply, sinking into the armchair. It didn't dispel all her questions, it was even a small piece of the puzzle, but it meant a lot to her. Even the simple fact that she could finally be sure that her mum loved her.

Silence fell. Mrs. Sharp smiled innocently, Aesop processed her words with disbelief, glancing at her and then at Morana who holded back tears. Suddenly she stood up and threw herself into Mrs. Sharp's arms. The woman, surprised by the sudden closeness, stiffened, just as Aesop did, but Morana didn't mind at all. Aesop looked at his mother with admiration, "Thank you," she whispered. Juno awkwardly patted her arm and twitched trying to free herself from the hug, which eased to her relief, and Morana, regaining composure, returned to her armchair.

"I don't know why you're surprised, Aesop, I always said your mom is a genius," John interjected, waking up from his nap, probably not even knowing what the conversation was about. He stretched and getting up, planted a passionate kiss on his dazzled partner's lips, which made Aesop feel queasy.

"You're not alone..." he mumbled, turning away, seeking refuge in Morana, who felt equally amused and embarrassed. "Alright, alright, enough kissing!" He separated them almost using force. "Just keep you out of sight for just a moment, oi!... Shame on you two!... tsk, tsk, tsk." He eyed the infatuated lovers and changed the subject. "Mummy, maybe you'll show Morana your tapestries before she flees in horror from your depraved behavior, eh?"

While the gentlemen continued to indulge in cake, Morana followed Mrs. Sharp upstairs, where unfinished works hung on strings... Rather, like Aesop, she was a follower of the "artistic disorder" prevailing in the apartment. Threads, scraps, sewing equipment, spinning wheels... Everything scattered around the room was waiting for ingredients to start work. Downstairs, from what Mora noticed, was John's kingdom and his musical instruments. As they descended the stairs, she heard him tuning his violin, telling Aesop about his students, and then about the concert in Hogsmeade.

"Aesop, lad... please agree... You have such beautiful drawings... Just think how nicely an exhibition would complement the concert..."

"No way, John," Aesop cut in, fingers tracing the rim of his cup. "It's not a good idea. I... don't feel up to it..."

"Hmm... Think about it again, lad. We would be honored..."

Aesop smiled warmly at the man. "Thank you, but..."

He fell silent, noticing Morana standing on the stairs, and behind her, Mrs. Sharp ducking under the ceiling too low for her. The women joined the conversation, then John played on the magically floating violins, showing Morana how the instruments worked in the magical world. Aesop's mother, meanwhile, used Mora's tiny hands to wind threads, demonstrating how the spell sung by her seemed to take on a material form, similar to the fleeting strands of Ancient Magic, changing the color of the fibers.

This was interesting. John wasn't Aesop's father, yet they got along very well. Morana observed them both furtively, thinking about herself and the Dimms. If not for John's darker complexion and facial features nothing like Sharp's, she would have thought they were family.

Time spent with the Sharps flew by for Morana. She thanked them for their hospitality; the evening practically caught her off guard, and Aesop insisted on escorting her to the dormitory to avoid any trouble with the prefects.

"I love you, I'll come on Wednesday, after classes," Aesop whispered to Juno, kissing her cheek affectionately goodbye. Morana hugged her. Aesop tugged at young woman's sleeve, indicating it was time to go.

For a moment, they walked arm in arm in silence, drowned out by the music and chatter in the house. The sound of distant, ocean waves and the rustle of the wind were incredibly soothing.

"Is John organizing an exhibition?" she asked timidly.

"No, he's not organizing any exhibition," Aesop grumbled.

Morana laughed. She knew deep down that Aesop was torn.

"Well... The author of the works doesn't necessarily have to reveal themselves... They could have a pseudonym, or be completely anonymous..."

"Ugh... Why do you always have good ideas, hm?" he asked rhetorically, squeezing her arm holding his shoulder a little tighter.

Morana chuckled and returned to the matter that had been bothering her since she met the Sharp family. She didn't know that Aesop's relationship with John would leave such a strong impression on her.

"If I didn't know that John isn't your father, I would never have guessed it in my life," she confessed, bringing a smile to Aesop's face. "How long have you known each other?"

"Well... I don't really remember. Long. He's always been close to mummy, as her best friend. Mummy loved my father, but..." He sighed deeply, summoning painful memories. "The more money he gained, the more he distanced himself from us. Work was the only thing that mattered to him, then politics and 'pure blood' nonsense... Any sign of 'disobedience' from my or her side ended with a severe beating. John helped her escape... She wanted to scare my father with divorce and take away most of his custody rights over me... She thought it would open his eyes, make him want to fight for us... He happily signed all the papers, not bothered by the fact that he would see me once a month, which in practice turned out to be even rarer. For over half a year, I only saw him from the headlines of newspapers covering his successes. After the divorce, he quickly found himself a new family, his longtime lover, as it turned out, which broke my mummy's heart completely. John was always there for her, took care of her, and only when I was ten, it turned out that he loved her since they met in the Hogwarts Express, going to his first year. He simply loved always. Hmm..." Morana walked looking at him with tenderness, stroking the sleeve of his arm she held. "At first it was strange, to see a man at home with mummy (even though I knew him), who isn't my dad - I was very frustrated... but over time, when my father gained fame and money... John read me bedtime stories, taught me how to fly on a broom, showed me how to brew Wiggenweld Potion because I came back from almost every walk battered by some wild creature, with at least a scraped knee..." Morana chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder, listening to his story. "Father spent much more time with me when he retired, and I was slowly finishing Hogwarts. I didn't understand then why John was sad when I chose Oxford over the Highlands more often. I was torn, rebellious, full of longing for my real father, who suddenly, because he had no other children, showed interest, realizing he needed an heir. And I was a fertile ground, a small-town boy who suddenly began to experience city life; it just took a decent allowance, a little attention, and... I forgot about all the beatings I received as a child, or my mom's tears... It doesn't mean I completely agreed with his approach to life; I thought I was different, better. I saw that my successes bought his attention... out of ambition, I did a lot of awful things I'm ashamed of, hurt many friends, and I'm not talking about Scarborough... It was the icing on the cake. At least it opened my eyes because after waking up, next to my bed I saw John. He took care of me at st. Mungo with mom, taking turns, while my father disappeared again for a while, ashamed of my disability and my failure..." Aesop stood staring at the view of the silvery sea and the clouds on the horizon from the hill. So beautiful and calm. "The first thing I said then was 'I'm sorry, John,' and he just hugged me. I understood then that although I love and will always love Aristotle Sharp, my father is someone else."

Morana felt a squeeze in her heart, which stirred her deepest desire to have a family, and for a fraction of a second her thoughts wandered towards the Dimms, but after a moment she rejected them, angry with herself for allowing them. Her family was gone, no one could take their place; she felt it would be a betrayal of the love her mother gave her...

She noticed a tear that trickled down Aesop's scarred cheek, she approached him a little closer and tenderly wiped it, lightly touching his scar. The man flinched and held his breath, feeling her delicate fingers on his cheek, which first shyly brushed the skin, and then the whole hand lay on his bony cheek, burning him like a piece of hot coal. He closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, wanting to discreetly snuggle into her hand; it was so pleasant that he couldn't resist. In her tearful, gazing eyes, stars flickered and the sharp crescent of the moon, black strands of hair brushed her face moved by the cool breeze, and shapely lips parted slightly. He had never seen a more beautiful sight. Never.

He leaned in ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, to hear the soothing sound of her breath, to feel her scent mingling in his senses. He had never felt as good and safe with anyone else. Only she knew the thoughts he had just expressed moments ago, only she had the right to...

Morana smiled gently, discovering that his beard wasn't as unpleasant to the touch as she expected; it pricked a bit, but just a little, and it was quite pleasant. She struggled to resist the urge to follow her hand towards his chin, to see how it felt to touch it entirely. She glanced at Adam's apple on his graceful neck, and following its trail, she noticed through a button undone at the collar of his loosely tied tie, fair clear collarbones covered with tiny, dark hairs. They seemed very soft... She held her breath, feeling warm despite the cool wind.

"Get a grip, Aesop!" a voice resonated in his head, drowning out the thoughts that wanted to get a tiny step closer to her. "She's a young, beautiful woman, you'll scare her off. She probably just wanted to be nice. You're allowing yourself way too much!"

The spark of joy that had lit up his dark eyes just moments ago suddenly extinguished, alarming Morana. She had allowed himself too much. She shouldn't have touched him. She withdrew her hand, blushing with embarrassment. She pretended to brush away a stray lock of hair, thinking that it would somehow pathetically cover up the whole situation, but once her hand got closer to her face, she felt the oils he must have used to care for his beard; their scent made her head spin... Sandalwood, resin, orange blossom, cardamom, cloves... She quickly brushed away all thoughts, as if warding off demons, and changed the subject.

"While you were busy looking for glasses with John, your mum showed me that infamous photo of you after your first investigation, which someone turned upside down... I wonder who that was?"

"Ugh..." Aesop theatrically rolled his eyes, trying to restore his facade at all costs. He joked and, taking Morana by the arm, they started walking towards the Floo flame. He was glad she wasn't angry with him in any way, that she hadn't noticed he had allowed himself a little too much. He breathed out, trying to cool down. "I'll talk to her about it on Wednesday... I'll be firm, won't be swayed by cake, I promise."

Which facade? He was starting to get completely lost in it. Gruffnes once only covered his gentleness and sense of humor, which had now resurfaced... But at the same time, they covered something deeper underneath, something he hadn't been aware of before. What exactly did he feel just now, being so close to Morana? Did he even want to know?

End of part 13, thanks for reading

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Home is Where The Heart is - A Damiano David Story || Chapter Thirty Two || END

Description: Learning how to love again, how to heal and that it’s okay to move on and rebuild yourself after dealing with so much pain.

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A/N: I am crying as I write this (😭). Thank you for believing in this story that started out as a daydream on a walk and that ended up changing my life. Thank you for believing in me and supporting me. Thank you for loving the characters I created and for sticking with me and with them. Thank you.

PS. There is a time-jump between the previous chapter and this one.

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The David household was full of music. Beautiful, lively music. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he worked on the dinner menu that he was preparing for the little gathering. Eli was on a call in the space the two of them had adapted as an office, Dante alternating between dancing along with the music and helping his papa (read: causing chaos) in the kitchen. 

His soul felt lighter. It was like seeing light at the end of the tunnel - a very long tunnel that had really put his mental health through things that he never thought he’d experience. But as each day passed, he felt lighter, he felt closer and closer to being able to enjoy life again, the fears that had chased him awake for so many nights, slowly fading into shadows. 

Lost in thought, he got startled when Eli wrapped their arms around his middle and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“I am all yours now, how can I help?” Eli spoke quietly.

He leaned back and pressed a kiss to their temple. 

“Just keep me company, I’ve got this.” He reassured them, Eli sitting down immediately on one of the chairs next to the kitchen island.

“Is everyone truly coming?” Eli asked, trying to do the math of how many people would show up. 

“Yes, they promised.” 

“How will we fit fifteen people here?” Eli asked.

“It will be cosy, don’t worry.” Damiano winked at them, earning a faint blush from them.

“How much exactly did I miss while I was working?” Eli raised their brow.

“Not much, but it will be a nice surprise, I guess.” Damiano chuckled and went to give them a kiss. 

The doorbell rang and interrupted their moment. 

“Who is it this early?” Eli looked at the clock, realising that there was still more than an hour until the official gathering time.

“I got it, don’t worry.” Damiano rushed to open the door and greeted Thomas and Tom who were carrying a big box together.

“Listen, the only reason we agreed to this free labour is because you promised pasta.” Thomas said as a way of greeting.

“I am holding up my end of the bargain, don’t worry.” Damiano laughed.

“If you don’t, I am leaving him here until you make him the pasta you promised.” Tom promised. 

“You can’t leave me behind!” Thomas protested.

“Fine, we’ll both stay here and make their lives miserable until we are fed pasta.” Tom grinned. 

“Ethan is behind us with your brother, bringing the chairs.” Tom announced.

“This is going to be so much fun, I need to go cook!” Damiano clapped his hands and rushed back to the kitchen, seeing that Eli stepped up to stir the sauce.

“Ciao, we bring more things.” Ethan shouted from the door. 

“I think Vic said she is bringing booze.” Thomas mentioned as he and Tom started unpacking the table and setting it right with Tom and Ethan.

“He invited all of us and we still have to pull our weight around here, can you imagine!” Damiano heard his brother joke from the other room. 

“Go and see your brother, I know you miss him. I got this.” Damiano kissed Eli, who looked a bit sad to be asked out of the kitchen yet happy to be able to steal some time with Tom.

**

Eli did as they were bid, even though they wanted to help around with the preparations. They had seen Damiano be excited about this event, he hadn’t shared much about the reason for gathering all of them and Eli had decided not to push, knowing that he would come around when he was ready.

“Hi.” Tom pulled them in a bone crushing hug and spun them around.

“Hi.” Eli held him tightly. 

“I think it’s time for a smoke break for me.” Tom announced, looking if anyone would dare to challenge his words but they only laughed, Ethan taking over what Tom had been doing around the table.

“Are you okay?” Eli held their brother’s hand tightly as the two went to the balcony.

“More than okay.” Tom reassured them.

“I miss you.” Eli admitted.

“I miss you too but you said it yourself - things change.” Tom hugged them again after lighting a cigarette.

“I can’t believe that all my favourite people live within the same city limits yet I can’t spend as much time as I’d like with them.” Eli admitted quietly, voicing the words that had been haunting them for a little while.

“Your work requires you to, though. I know the feeling, I know the pain. Don’t think that I like that I don’t see you as often.” Tom rested his head on their shoulder and kept holding them.

“Which is why I sometimes hate my job.” Eli grumbled.

“A light goes out in your eyes when you are not being creative. Maybe in time we will find a way where you can spend more time with us without sacrificing that light to get to it.” 

“I feel like I miss so much.” 

“I know, but seeing your joy and pride in your creative accomplishments is unmatched.” 

“They won’t keep my son happy when he grows up. They won’t be here for him as he develops into a human.” Eli argued.

“Eli, you were gone for two weeks, and you still have a little bit more work to do before settling here for a longer period of time. Did you offer Damiano and Dante join you?” 

“No, because even if they did, I’d still barely see them.” 

“Offer it, it will give you a bit of peace of mind.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“If you don’t, I’ll ship them off to you.” 

Eli chuckled and held onto their brother.

“Your family loves you and we are patiently and excitedly waiting for you.” Tom reassured them.

“I love all of you more than anything.” It was all Eli managed to say.

**

“Now, the party has arrived.” Vic announced as soon as Thomas opened the door for her. She was carrying two bags with various drinks and was trailed by Auri and Angie who brought various snacks and soft drinks with them.

“Good, you can help with setting up the chairs and organising everything.” Thomas suggested helpfully.

“I will help with other things, thank you very much.” Victoria grinned and walked straight to the kitchen where Damiano was still cooking.

“Ciao! The party has arrived.” Vic put the bags on the kitchen island and went to hug Damiano. He chuckled and held her for a moment.

“I am glad you came.” 

“It’s not like I was given much choice.” Vic teased.

“It’s a big evening.” Damiano said ominously.

“I am not wearing waterproof makeup, don’t even think of proposing to Eli.” 

“I am not proposing.” Damiano insisted and went back to cooking.

“Is everything good between you two?” Vic asked quietly. Damiano looked at his friend surprised.

“Of course it’s good. I love Eli dearly, we are just not at the proposal yet. And even if we were, I would not put them on the spot like that. Tonight is about something else entirely. Don’t be so nosy, you’ll find out in a bit.” 

Vic grinned. 

“You’ve grown up so much lately.” She observed.

Damiano didn’t react to her words, just started taking out the plates from the shelf and started piling them on.

“And not only have you grown but you are settling in yourself, you are much calmer now than you were before. Much calmer than when everything began.” Vic kept going on.

“Thank you.” He responded after a moment.

“You’re welcome.” She kissed his cheek before going to see Dante.

**

It took him a bit longer than he would have liked to finish preparing the food but while he did, his friends set up the table and chairs and eventually, they came around to get table covers, glasses, and they all set the table and then both sets of parents arrived and he started serving the food. 

Eli put Dante in the high chair, placing him next to Vic per his own demand which everyone found adorable. 

Damiano was bursting with joy and was struggling to hide it.

“What’s going on?” Different people tried to inquire but he brushed them off, waiting for everyone to be sitting around the table so he could say the words that have been begging to be let out for a while now. Perhaps longer than he realised.

“Get around the table and you’ll find out.” Damiano only replied, patiently waiting for all fourteen of them to get around the table and sit down. 

“Are any of my children getting proposed to tonight?” Eli and Tom’s mom asked.

Damiano looked at her and shook his head smiling, Thomas following suit.

“Okay, what is going on?” Eli looked from their place next to Damiano once everyone was settled. He stood up and took his glass, raising it in the air.

“Thank you all for coming here.” He started, nerves catching up to him a little bit. 

“You called.” Ethan smiled at him.

Damiano returned the smile.

“The recent years have been very hectic and especially the last few were not only hectic but also busy and chaotic and full of the whole spectrum of emotions. Life showed me all its colours and did not wait for my decision to dive into it. That is not to say that I am complaining about any of it, because I am not.” 

There were smiles all around, and he spotted tears in his mother’s eyes.

“I might not be the smoothest person when it comes to expressing how I feel but I am working on it. I lost too long not being with the person I love.” He smiled at Eli.

“I wasted too long chasing perfectionism and not recognizing that what I have is more than perfect on its own.” 

Eli reached to hold his hand and Damiano leaned down to kiss their hand. 

“I gathered you all here because I wanted to celebrate all of you. To celebrate my love for you. To celebrate life. I sat in darkness for a long time not realising that there is more to life. You helped me chase my dreams, you helped me when I was broken, you sat by my side while I learned how to be a man and a father. You loved me, you took care of me. You opened your hearts for Dante and made sure that we both felt loved and cherished. You gave us family. I am grateful for that, I am grateful for you.” There was a smile on his face that no one had seen in a while - sincere, carefree, joyful smile.

“We love you, Dami. Of course we support you and of course we will be there for you as long as you need us.” His mom spoke up.

“I’d like to start with forever. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without all of you. I love you and I see you. I see your joys, I see your struggles, I am here for you just as you are for me. You are the most important people in my life and I will not stop saying thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for us.” 

There were tears and smiles on his favourite people’s faces. There were tears on his own face. He went around and gave them all hugs and whispered his thanks again and again.

When he got back to Eli and he kissed them gently, taking his sweet time, Tom interrupted them with the words.

“Time for a picture. We need to capture this moment.” He insisted.

Thomas chuckled and went with his boyfriend to set up the camera to take pictures. 

They all gathered, Dante in Damiano’s arms, Eli leaning their head on Damiano’s shoulder. Ethan with his arms wrapped around Aurora. Thomas and Tom together, holding hands, Vic pressing a kiss to Angie’s cheek and Damiano’s brother and Leo standing between both sets of teary-eyed parents. 

**

Hours later, Damiano shared one of the pictures that Tom had taken. He put a heart emoji over Dante’s face to protect his privacy but he wanted the moment on his feed. He wanted to scream it from the top of the world. These are the people that kept him sane, these are the people that he loved most in the world. 

He captioned it, home is where the heart is. 

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[justkiddingjjk]

I came over from your mha blogs and I was really happy that one of my fav mha villain writers is dipping toes into jjk 💕

May I request Mahito x reader where Mahi and reader are ‘friends’ who have feelings for each other (but havent admitted to it), and then one day Mahi learns about the concept if kissing and wants to experiment with reader?

Much love to you! 💙

(Thank you! I've been drowning in my other interests lately and really truly wanted to see if venturing out would help lol. After all, even before the villain blog I was pushing an akatsuki one for several years. Life changes but writing stays the same as far as interests go!)

~Mahito's Experimentation~

headcanon|scenario|letter|fake text|drabble

It's difficult for him to place a finger on just what exactly about you gained his interest. From day one, things had been different when it came to you. He was interested in a lot of things, but with you it would seem his curiosity ran much deeper. For specifics, he was mostly intrigued by the way you made him feel. His emotions with you were recognizable at first. Sure there was the curiosity, then the content feeling of having you around often. The happiness he felt when he opened up and spoke with you on different topics that you then returned the favor on would be his favorite emotion. There was a secret new feeling bubbling up lately that he couldn't quite specify. After a while of sitting and thinking to himself late one evening, he'd pushed through every known emotion on the list. He cycles through the idea of possibly harming you or using you in the future. When it turns out he didn't have any interest in doing so, he's settled on a form of longing perhaps?

When the two of you weren't in each others presence it was when he felt this gut feeling warp itself into a nasty type of sadness. When he couldn't spend even longer with you, it became a shortened form of anger or annoyance. When you were back in his arm the metaphorical dark cloud that hovered above him had seemed to dissipate quickly. Still unsure of what to call you, he'd settled on the common title of 'friend'. After all, that's what you were right? You smile and reach out to him with one gentle hand, cupping his cheek and ignoring the longing in your heart for something more than this. "Are you okay today? You're in your thoughts more than usual." You ask his with genuine worry etched into your features. He hums quietly at your words. "Yes of course. I'm just thinking..." He smiles and you chuckle lightly. "You always are huh?" You tease him before turning your attention back to the phone in your free hand. When you release his face he feels that small bubble of annoyance begin to pop up. He wants you to hold him like that a little longer, but doesn't say anything regarding the act. If the two of you were friends then why exactly does his body react to you the way it does. He considers himself to be friends with the others.

Geto can be used an an example.

He doesn't long for Geto's touch. He could care less about how long the two of them have spent apart from each other. Yet he enjoys conversation and company all the same. Why were you so different from this?

Mahito mourns for the time you two have to spend apart the next day. You've got business to attend to and won't return home until later that evening. He fears his emotions may possibly overtake him if he doesn't figure something out here soon. It was only when he was reading a particular romance novel that he'd accidentally picked up in his collection of books that he realized perhaps there was more he could be doing with him time and you. Romance, couples, dating, kissing, sex, families...all unimportant upon first glace. Yet, how could he explain so many of the humans partaking in this kind of stuff? Very well, he'd experiment with this odd behavior and perhaps he could find some sort of reward or revelation within it. He'd made up his mind by the time you stepped through your doorway. The whole of dinner time was uncomfortably quiet for you. He always stared at you in a way of curiosity but never for such a long time before. You'd never taken a minute to admit how you truly felt about him so having your love interest bore his eyes into your side wasn't exactly the most relaxing situation to begin with. What he chose to do next had you frozen for the better half of the next 3 minutes.

Without warning or words, Mahito reached out and gently grabbed either side of your face with both his hands. He was careful to to startle you any further than he already had. He'd slowly leaned closer to you, monitoring your lips before placing his with them softly. He was terrible at kissing. He'd watched no videos and only had the book to guide him. His eyes were widened the entire time, observing the way you stared at him in panic. He finally pulled away when he realized he was moving his lips, just sitting them on top of yours and waiting for what would happen next. "A kiss." he utters plainly with a small triumphant smile on his face. You could only scoff before bursting into laughter. "A kiss? I wouldn't exactly call it that." He hadn't known why you were laughing so hard but the sound of your joy made him chuckle a bit too. He'd done the experiment totally and completely wrong yet he was pleased with the end results. He knew he liked the feeling of your lips on his, and you hadn't exactly rejected him either. If anything, you were cooking up your own plan to show him how kissing should be done. He'd eagerly await your next move with no complaint in sight.

#i hope i did this right #first ask #mahito #mahito jjk #scenarios #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[pjsk-writin]

I had an idea for Rui and Mizuki with a shut-in reader, it can be either platonic or romantic idc.

Foreground: The reader used to be friends with the two of them in middle school, as they were another social outcast. The reader stops showing up to lunch one day without a word.

Present day: Mizuki or Rui run into the reader outside, and they're both happy to see eachother, but the reader is a complete ball of anxiety. It turns out that after some severe bullying, the reader left school and went full hikikomori. They work online and only ever leave their apartment to get groceries, and they've developed a fear of just going outside.

Feel free to pass on this if it's too angsty, I'm kinda just projecting my life onto a pjsekai prompt XD

waaa its ok dw, im doing this separately unless you wanted them combined, and ill leave it up for interpretation- i hope you like this!! <3

♡ OUTCASTS - Rui Kamishiro and Mizuki Akiyama x Reader

Rui:

Rui was used to people pushing him away for being weird, so he was always grateful for you and Mizuki's presence

He was expecting one of you two to leave him eventually. It still hurt when it was you though

Fast-forward to a couple years later. Rui has become an expert with robotics, and is well known for his eccentric plans

He was buying some more parts for his robots when he bumped into you

He would pause, looking you over before calling your name cautiously. Your eyes widened before you mumbled, "Rui?..." "Ah, so you do remember me! I thought you had forgotten about me completely back then." There was barely hidden hurt laced in his tone

You had detected it, and was quick to stumble an apology out. You spoke about how you had been bullied, how you shut yourself in your room, how you had grown a fear of going outside for anything except your essentials

And then, the hurt was gone, replaced by sympathy. "Ah, is that so?" He hummed, placing a hand on your head and patting you, "I apologize, I would've tried to help if I knew...How about I make it up to you?"

After that run-in, he went over to your house often. He would come with his robotics, and would talk and catch up with you as he worked. Sometimes, he'd bring Nene with him, since you were acquainted with her when you were younger

He makes a robot for you, one very similar to Robo-Nene that you can use. It can leave the house, and you were able to maneuver it from the comforts of your home. Rui would just need to accompany the robot to make sure that things didn't go wrong. He'd do anything for you though <3

Mizuki:

Mizuki was learning a lot about themself during middle school, so it was a show of trust that they let you and Rui into their life when they did

Of course, that made the sting of you suddenly not meeting with them worse. They could never find you at school either. Where did you go?...

Fast-forward to a couple of years later. Mizuki had become more sure of themself, and was as comfortable as they could be in their identity today

They were out buying groceries when they bumped into you, and it was a shock for you both

They called your name with awe, and you stared at them for a bit before your eyes went wide. "Mizuki?..." "Yeah! How have you been? I haven't seen you since..." They would trail off, looking to the side before sighing. "Ah well, that's in the past-"

You stutter out an apology before quickly and quietly explaining what had happened. When the bullying had become too much, you had shut yourself in your room, too anxious to do much outside except buy groceries

They had nodded the whole time, a sad smile on their face. "Ah, I'm sorry it reached that point..." They took your hand, squeezing it gently, "You're like one of my friends- I won't force you to go out too much, but we should really meet up again. I missed you!"

So, after that day, they go over to your house as much as they can. Sometimes, they call Niigo while they're at your house, and introduce you to them! You and Kanade bond over your hatred of going outside

They buy a lot of gifts for you since they know you fear going outside. Ena asks why they have so many bags and they respond that they're for a very special person <3

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #mizuki akiyama x reader #akiyama mizuki x reader

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

“I think I can kinda feel something working. It’s stronger now that Ewan’s around. Can you feel it too?”

Theo rocked back on his feet and placed another cupcake in his mouth. Things were going slowly so far-too slowly. At this rate, they would never find out if Ewan was related to Adam and Remy. He’d be at home in bed for the night before any signal got back to his stalkers.

“Your dad makes the best cupcakes. Like seriously, these are amazing.”

After their encounter with Roman in the kitchen, Theo had “accidentally” liberated a plate of cupcakes intended for the dinner. The frosting was intricate, homemade and incredibly addicting. Adam would ask for the recipe if he thought there was an actual chance of him replicating the delicious treats, but only Roman it seemed had the skill to pull them off. Saturnia might learn it in time given her skill set, but for now, Roman was the only way to access the desserts he had become known for. Stealing a whole plate of them was so amazing a find that it almost overshadowed their important work. 

Once they’d found a tea set stocked with expensive tea in the queen’s old rooms, the two boys began to relax. This clandestine operation was on track so far and aside from some slow magic slowing them down, things were going okay.

“So these were the rooms of Queen Celeste? The witch who tried to kill Death along with the Strangetown cult...er, I mean coven? This is an amazing suite! I wonder what else she had stored around here?”

Adam lowered his eyes to the floor, obviously distracted by Theo’s words. Far too late, Theo realized that he was speaking dismissively about the “restructuring” the Strangetown coven had had to undergo. The coven his mother was single-handedly keeping together because of her brother’s actions.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Adam,” Theo said quickly. “I wasn’t thinking. Are you okay being here where one of the leaders of the coven lived? I just assumed that because it was empty, we could-”

“It’s fine, Theo,” Adam reassured his boyfriend. He sipped his tea quietly for a moment. “That all happened before I was born. I never knew any of them, but my mom was devastated when they died. I still catch her crying sometimes when she thinks she’s alone. She probably couldn’t be here in this room, but it doesn’t really bother me. Well, actually no. It makes me sad. Sad and angry that my uncle and her friends could do that to her. The world can be a really horrible place sometimes.”

“You’re telling me,” Theo laughed awkwardly. “I get it. Thank god my grandmother is dead, or whatever did happen to her. At least I don’t have to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for her in dark, secret corners. Having some closure makes things easier for your mom, I’d imagine.”

“Yeah, that definitely helps.”

After a long pause, Theo asked the question that had been plaguing him for a while.

“So what happens if this guy is your long lost brother? Does anything change?”

“I guess Winterfest plans change,” Adam sighed, picturing having to spend an extended period of time with the annoying Ewan. “We see him on family dinner night maybe? I don’t know. My dad’s not that hard to get a hold of, Theo. If his mom really wanted to let my dad know she was pregnant, then I can’t see why she couldn’t have done that. I mean, even Queen Claudia can be reached reliably through the right channels and my dad isn’t anywhere near as important as she is. This whole thing felts weird.”

“Ewan feels weird,” Theo agreed. “Can you sense some of what I’m feeling when he’s nearby? It’s like he’s empty, magically just nothing. I’ve never met someone like that before.”

“Hmmm, I can maybe feel a little bit of what you’re feeling, yes. It’s not as intense as I thought it would be.”

Theo nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, my parents always acted like blood connections were this horrible, dangerous thing,” Theo confided. “I think probably because their connection was so damaged and warped by the end that it was dangerous for them. If anything, this pact is barely a magical trickle of energy. It’s boring and ineffective. Next time we try a harder spell.”

“There’s going to be a next time?”

Adam chuckled while Theo flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, I mean maybe, if you want to...I’m not really expecting- well that is-”

“Relax Theo, I’m teasing you,” Adam laughed, easing Theo’s anxiety. “Maybe there will be a next time, maybe there won’t. I’m okay with either if everything is safe. We make a good team.”

Theo poked at the crystal that they’d brought with them and a suspicious amount of salt he’d taken from the kitchen when his father was distracted by the mystery of his missing cupcakes. Adam was obsessed with crystals, probably more than even a practicing member of the Crystal Cove coven was. He had an anxiety soothing crystal (which Theo thought was a scam for how useful it was at soothing Adam’s worries), a crystal to relieve headaches during exams, a crystal to find missing items in their dorm, a crystal he used to predict pop quizzes (which Theo was also skeptical of) and a crystal for enhancing spells. There were probably many other crystals that Theo had yet to find, along with stones from their many walks in the forest that he insisted were “special”. This crystal was supposedly going to enhance the blood pact and kick it into gear so they could finally get a clear answer about Ewan...if it worked.

“Well, here goes nothing.”

Theo flipped to a certain passage in his text book and read the latin inside, calling for their blood connection to be increased to solve the question their pact was formed to answer.

For a minute, nothing happened and Theo poked once more at the crystal in front of him angrily.

“Do you see anything? I think maybe I do. Is the room getting more blue to you? The walls look blue now.”

Theo paused to consider Adam’s words. The walls maybe did look oddly coloured all of a sudden. He could feel a strong pounding noise echo through his head. Almost like a drumbeat urging him into action.

“I have to go find Ewan,” he exclaimed, standing too quickly and faltering. “This is working, or at least I hope it is. Something is happening. I have to go!”

Adam stared nervously as Theo bolted from the room. His head did feel a little funny, but nothing like Theo was describing. If he were to write a paper on the experience for class, he would have to assume the pact was working as intended. Theo was using the spell on himself while receiving information on the bloodline that Adam was broadcasting, so it was reassuring that Theo was having the stronger reaction. If Adam had been as driven as his boyfriend to go find an answer to their question, he would have to assume that the connection made between them was faulty and that he and Theo had merged incorrectly. Not only did this information make him worry less about their spell work, but he was also incredibly proud of his boyfriend. Very few people could do blood magic and even fewer could do it correctly. Theo was going to be one of the standout students in their age bracket without any doubt.

“Can I have a pink one? I really like the pink kind.”

Victoriana stared at the collection of treats before her, her eyes lighting up at every selection. Roman had outdone himself, likely to impress the ruling monarch of the largest country and her family. Well, Victoriana was very impressed. She had already tried two different pastries and licked the spoons in the frosting mixing bowl clean, clearing a path to the cupcakes. Each one was a work of art with dazzling designs and specially designed toppings and if she’d been left unsupervised in the room, they would have all been eaten long before her mother had joined them.

“You don’t want to ruin your dinner,” Roman chided softly. “I worked hard on that too and I think you’re going to like it.”

“Does it have peas in it? I don’t like peas. I could just skip the peas and eat a cupcake now. I can’t spoil something I’m not going to eat.”

Roman smiled at the preteen, seeing so much of Theo and his girls in the young princess. If he had a dollar for every bargain Theo had tried to make to avoid eating vegetables, he wouldn’t be worrying about supporting his restaurant like he was.

“Sorry princess, but your mom’s the boss and she says no skipping dinner for cupcakes. You can help me start the cake icing if you want though. It should be- oh, goddamn it!”

Roman swore far too loudly for a dignified palace when he stumbled and watched the cupcake in his hands fly through the air, ruining a solid twenty minutes of work.

Theo ran down the stairs, not even hiding the fact that he was running from within the forbidden area of the castle.

“Remy! Remy!”

Remy looked irritably at Theo as he stormed into the room, thankfully sparing her the need to think of something mundane to talk about with their target.

“Theo, thank god. What took you so long? Were you and Adam making out somewhere when you know that you had a prior commitment? I can’t stand this anymore. It’s not even possible that I’m related to this guy, he’s an asshole.”

Ewan didn’t look surprised to hear Remy’s frustrated confession and ordinarily, that would have sent Theo spiraling to think up a new story. But now?

His heartbeat thundered in his temple as he tried to make sense of the scene before him. Remy and Ewan sat on a couch, barely hiding their disdain for each other. He blinked and saw an entirely different scene before him, one he could hardly fathom.

Blood pulsed through their veins and Theo could feel Remy and Ewan’s heartbeats as strongly as his own. Remy’s blood pressure was rising with her anger. She was born in Pleasantview, he could see her ties to the land, where she’d began. Her paternal great-grandmother’s name was Remy and they both had black hair and the same freckles. He could see both Remy’s in his mind as clearly as if they were standing side by side before him. Her maternal great-grandfather Adam Thompson stepped into view as well as her paternal great-grandfather Prince Adam Walter. Their names seeped out of them, ebbing into Theo’s mind. The two Adams joined hands and pointed at Theo’s now glowing hand that had been linked to Adam Darktide and suddenly an image of his own Adam stepped into view. Blood called to blood and names called to names; everything was connected.

He turned his eyes to Ewan, who was still eerily staring at him. His name was Ewan MacLeod and he’d been born in Pleasantview to Lynette MacLeod. Two Remys and three Adams turned to welcome him into Theo’s sight. 

“Ewan.” Theo whispered the word into life and watched several new lights spark into existence like tiny beacons of flames. Prince Ewan and Ewan Jr Goldman appeared, but Theo looked past them. That wasn’t the branch of the Maricourt-Darktide  family tree he was interested in. No, he wanted Ewan G Lind Maricourt, Adam and Remy’s father. 

The Maricourts were a secretive family and several members had just a single G hung in their name, seemingly just to frustrate those who sought out their true names. If Theo concentrated, using his connection to Adam, he could get a sense of the vague shape of the G starting name, but nothing came clearly into vision. It was an interesting tactic for self defense, one that Theo envied. Adam didn’t know the name either, which just raised more questions for the teen. Did the children named with the mysterious G name know what it stood for? Did they learn it before they passed on the name to their children or had the true name been lost to the centuries? Was just “G” accurate enough to provide protection against blood magic if no one knew the actual true name or did “G” become the true name if no one remembered what it stood for? This was a question Theo vowed to raise with his teachers later on. There was so much to see and learn with blood magic and he’d barely scratched the surface of his abilities. Why had he never tried practicing his spells on this scale before? Surely this must be how Life and Death saw the universe, each little spark igniting a chain reaction until the entire universe revealed its secrets.

Theo somehow pulled himself away from the Maricourt naming dilemma to the Maricourt family dilemma. It wasn’t easy. He could stare at the interconnections in his world for centuries and still not learn it all.

He watched as Ewan G Lind Maricourt settled back into view, holding his hand out towards the burning brilliance of Adam and Remy. A spark floated by them echoing Miruna’s name and Theo let it pass. He was getting closer. His own voice called out to him, repeating the name he’d used to create the pact in the first place.

“Ewan, uh, Maricourt?”

It wasn’t exact. Every Ewan in Adam’s family tree rose again to obscure his view. He squeezed his eyes shut, focused as hard as he could and repeated the name. The blood in his veins boiled as the magic rebelled against him. A sharp pain burned its way into his mind, but it was becoming clearer. His target was Ewan MacLeod, child of Pleasantview, child of Lynette and child of Ewan G Lind Maricourt.

Theo gasped at the strength of the connections before him. Ewan MacLeod blazed beside his siblings with the intensity of a star. He had been telling the truth all along; he was Adam’s brother.

His teachers would tell him to stop there now that he had his answer, but Theo was hooked on the revelations before him. Curious, he turned his attention inward. He might never get another chance to see himself like this, or at least not until he was almost graduating school. It was eerie seeing his own existence stretched out before him.

Theodosius Ulysses Bellamy, born in Arkhelios in a small section of land surrounded by dark churning water. Darkness surrounded him. He could feel the weight of the curse he had been born with just as intensely as he remembered it. It tied him to Abraham Helios Sr and the death that awaited him by a demon’s hand, to the curse seared into the flesh of Romanus Bellamy. Death and hatred surrounded Theo, clouding his vision. He felt the slow burning hatred of his ancestors, ancestors who harboured this hatred for Theo as well. They wanted him dead. He was supposed to be dead.

“Theo? Are you okay? You’re kind of creeping me out here.”

Remy’s words of concern faded into the background, irritating the young teen but not penetrating the haze he found himself in. There was something strong pulling to him and he needed to follow it with every molecule in his body, safety be damned. An image of his great-uncle Hunter Bellamy floated towards him, slowing him down. Hunter had been born Theo Helios and Theo himself had been named to honour this fact. He never really saw Hunter Bellamy due to his terrible relationship with Roman, but Theo could still sense his connection to the man. Their true names were both Theo which joined them both in blood and by name. Theo didn’t know the first thing about Hunter or his life, but the connection between them was strong.

He could feel the warmth of his father’s light burning in the castle down the hall, calling to him. Just as Ewan and Adam and Remy circled their father, Theo was called to his. Pain jolted through him as the memory of his curse wrapped around his body, seeking re-entry. This wasn’t right, the curse had been broken years ago, or so he’d believed. This all consuming darkness hadn’t left him. It called to every part of him, longing to be reunited. He had developed as a fetus with the darkness pressing itself into his very being; he could feel the inevitability of its return in his very soul. It had been a part of him that was amputated, but a still a part of him all the same.

Theo removed himself from the room somehow, whether by walking or teleporting or even just magically floating away from the Darktide family, he couldn’t be sure. He could hear laughter calling to him even stronger.

The princess was laughing at his father, who now had cupcake smeared along the edge of his coat and a frustrated expression.

The words Romanus Bellamy called to him, intertwining with the brilliant light standing beside him that spelled Victoriana. Victoriana had many names and many titles, but she was young and unguarded enough for Theo to see past those, far closer to her true name than he should ever be. Through Adam’s connection to his newly discovered half-brother, Theo had learned more about Ewan’s identity. He had a devastating suspicion about why he could see through the titles of the crown princess of Pleasantview. Of why she shone so brilliantly next to his father. He had gone searching for an answer to Adam’s family mystery and revealed a crushing answer of his own by accident. Just when he thought that his respect for his father couldn’t get any lower.

Theo was the half-brother of the future monarch of Pleasantview. His father had been hiding this secret all this time; hiding this shame. When was Theo going to find out about this? Was his father ever planning to tell him? Did his other father know?

He could feel the darkness that surrounded him pull him closer. It brushed against his eyes, swirling in his nostrils as he inhaled the anger and hurt and fear he had been made for. Perhaps this was why his teachers urged him to not actively practice blood magic until he was older. He remembered vividly being overwhelmed as a child when he ran away from home and tried practicing blood magic untrained. He had almost died back then. Maybe the curse he’d spent his entire life running away from would kill him now. It didn’t matter, not really. 

Theo could faintly hear the sound of his father’s voice call to him, but it was too late. He was underwater, drifting away into the comforting embrace of the curse that had been custom made just for him. He couldn’t feel the anger anymore; he couldn’t feel anything really. The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was the sound of Adam’s voice, calling him desperately back to safety.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #adam darktide #sim: Adam Darktide #Ewan MacLeod #roman bellamy #sim: theo bellamy #theo bellamy #Victoriana Goldman #sim: Victoriana Goldman #Remy Darktide

[rynwayfarer]

A Letter from the Past/Dear Little Me

Hello my friend, It has been a while since we talked, How are you doing, Is your life going well?

We have come quite a ways, From when we were young, Quietly watching, Quietly alone.

I wonder if you are, Looking back on, These tiresome days, Do you miss them?

I'm sure that things, Have changed for you, Much more than, For myself.

Are you happy now? Or are your days, Bitter with tears? Have you found some one you love?

If so, I'm happy for you, I pray that they are good to you, That they treat you kind, And throw a few jabs now and then.

If not, don't fret, You will find them, They may be under your nose, Waiting for you to see them.

Where ever you are, I hope you are well, I hope you keep moving, Forward, always forward.

I look forward, To the day we meet, For surely we will, It is our fate.

But when I get there, Please look back, And remember where we've been, Remember me as I am now.

For these years, Must have changed you, Ten years will do that to a person. Best wishes,

You from ten years ago.

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Dear Little Me,

I can't believe it's already been ten years since you wrote to me. I finally got your letter. 

You know its funny, I always thought you had written a lot more, but I suppose you didn't really know what to ask back then. You did ask me some things of course, about love, about happiness, and if I missed the days you are living now.

To each and every one of them I can confidently answer yes; and no.

I did find love, a couple times, though I only asked one of them. And through them I learned what love truly felt like with no strings attached, no thorns, just someone who truly cared for me. They had a big heart, but they only had room for one person to love, and when they visited their old friend, well, I let them go because I loved them.

I also learned to love myself more. I know you probably think that's sappy an just a thing people say, but it's so important; and its a hard lesson to learn. I also learned that my way of loving is a bit different. I prefer companionship over the love you'd find on TV. A bit more on that later.

All that said, I also haven't found the love you asked me about. Right now I'm on my own, and for the time being, that's okay. I'm sure they are right under my nose like you said, but my heart is still freshly sore and not yet ready to try again. But when it is, I'm sure I'll find the one for me next time.

Like love I did find happiness too, I find myself happy with where I live, and the people I call my friends, and the artwork I do. But more than just happiness I found my other emotions too. 

I found anger for those that do wrong by me and those I care about, and those that think its right to hurt others. I found sadness in the distance between myself and those I love, and the relentless passing of time. I found joy in the games I play with my friends, the walks I take in the woods, and the music I listen to as I walk home from work. I found envy for what I don't have, fear of the future, disgust at the unjust.

I've laughed harder, screamed louder, cried longer. I've felt the world that used to make me numb, and all of it, the good and the bad, is wonderful.

You asked me if I missed the days you live in now. Or the ones you will live from here out. And sometimes I do. I miss the simplicity of our life, though I'm sure you would tell me our life was anything but simple; and you wouldn't be wrong. But we had a routine, we didn't need to worry about rent, or taxes, or crazy corporate overlords. Though I have no doubt those are coming up soon. You're almost in college after all. I miss the places that used to be so familiar to me. The streets I could walk blindfolded. The infinitely small town, which is not so small any more.

But I also like where I am now. I talk to our brother more, our other siblings too. We're seeing a concert next month. I have roommates I like. I still have my friends from high school, well some of them at least. I also have friends all over the world. People so far from me that seeing them feels like a pipe dream, and yet we're pretty close. And I have met one of them. You'd cringe so hard if you knew where I work, but I love the people I work with and it makes it bearable. I love that I have the freedom to do what I want, if I want, and I get to sleep in on my days off. So I do like where I am now for the most part.

You also talked about change, and boy have we changed in the last 10 years. Or rather I'm mostly the same but I understand things better than when I was you. I learned to fight for what I believe in, and speak my mind, and I'm much more outspoken. It makes me come off a bit brash, but I've found people who appreciate that side of me. I learned that I'm Asexual, which likely isn't a term you've found yet, but its exactly what you've been telling people all along, you just didn't know it yet. I started taking some meds, they make me not hate myself when I look in the mirror. I'm sure you'll be looking forward to that, though it does require patience. Which I know you have, but it will still take a lot of it. I have plants! I know you think you have a black thumb but honestly, we're doing okay with them. I did cosplay! I bet you think I'm crazy for it, but it was fun to try. I've had a couple of those "Just Jump" moments, and all of them were scary, and all of them were worth it. And I've kept moving forward just as you said I should.

10 years. From where I'm standing it seems so short, though I know you will have trouble perceiving it from your end. The journey was good. It was worthwhile. I'll see you when you get here.

Love: The Future

PS: To the me 10 years from now. It's my turn to ask questions. First and foremost I hope you're doing well, and I hope you'll tell me about yourself. Did we make it? Was it hard? Did we stumble? Did we get back up again? How's the weather? Are you still playing games? Are our friends still around? Are you still living in the same place? Are our siblings good? How about our parents? What are your hopes and dreams? I'll be there soon I'm sure, and you can tell me all about it.

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