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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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Hi, love~ I am back with request #7 (last one)

This time, I'm choosing Fox, with an opal, and at midday. He needs some love. Some *good* love. Real good love. The kind of love that makes him realize he's worth loving. Give this man the bestest love for me 🫶🏻

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Not A Question Of Worth

Summary: You remind Fox that your love for him isn’t conditional.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader

Word Count: 744

Prompt: Opal - Faithful Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I'm not sure if I hit the prompt for this one. I had an idea and I wanted to write that, but maybe I also did? I dunno, I'm getting sick and it's making everything hard. Also. If you wanted to send me a prompt for my baby boy Dogma I would love you forever and a day. 🥺

You know when Fox has had a bad day.

Partly because Thire and Thorn and Stone, sometimes all of them, will shoot you a message giving you heads up. But also because you know Fox. And you know his moods.

So when you get a message just before you leave work for the day, a warning from Stone that Fox had a really bad day, you’re already planning on what you can do to make his evening better.

On your way home, you stop by his favorite restaurant and grab the food you ordered in advance, you pop into the florist and grab a bouquet of his favorite small purple flowers, and you dip into a bakery to buy a premade cake.

If you’d had more time, everything would have been individually ordered, but such is life you suppose.

You hurry home, and you’re not surprised when you step into the home you share with Fox and you hear the shower running. If the day was as bad as Stone implied, your Fox will want to wash the day off his skin before he sees you.

Your perfect man seems to think that if he touches you after a bad day, he’ll do nothing but hurt you. Which is silly, but if it helps him feel better than you’re not going to question it.

In any event, the fact that he’s distracted, means that you’re able to get the room ready. The flowers are put in a vase and set on the table. The curry is removed from the containers and placed on the fancy china that your mom gave you when you moved out of her house. The cake is put on a fancy platter and cut into slices. Two scented candles are lit and set a safe distance away from the flowers.

And then you dart into the bedroom and peel off your work clothes for something more comfortable.

And you managed to do so in less than five minutes.

You’re doing one last check of the kitchen, making sure that everything looks perfect, when the shower stops. You turn to the bedroom door and, only moments later, Fox steps out of the bedroom clad in his sleep pants and nothing else.

It takes everything in you to not swoon for him. He really is so handsome that you just want to cry.

“Cyare,” Fox’s voice is rough, “Welcome home.”

He looks exhausted, you note. You’re glad you prepared everything before he got out of the shower. Now he just has to enjoy it.

You walk over to him and slide your arms around his waist, “Stone sent me a message and said you had a rough day.” You stand on your toes and kiss him, “Did the shower help?”

“A little.” He leans his forehead against yours, “I meant to have dinner ready for you-”

You beam at him, “You’re so sweet!” You lightly pull back and take his hands with yours, “Luckily, I took care of it.” Gently, you tug him into the kitchen, and he pauses in the doorway.

You watch him scan the room. From the flowers and candles, to the food and the cake, and then he focuses his gaze on you, “What’s all of this, cyare?”

“Well, Stone said you had a rough day, so I thought I’d try to make it a little better. Do you like it?”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he turns to look at you, “I’m not worth all of this. I didn’t do anything for-”

You reach up and press your fingers against his lips, gently interrupting him. “My love is not conditional, Fox. You don’t have to do anything to earn my love. You have it anyway.”

He stares at you, and you can’t help but hope that maybe, this time, he’ll believe you when you say that. Though you’ll repeat it as often as you need to.

Fox sighs and presses a kiss against the pads of your fingers. “I’m not worthy of you. You should be with someone brighter…like Cody.”

“It’s not a question of worth, Fox.” You kiss him gently and then kiss him again and again, “I love you. I choose you. It’s as simple as that.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he ducks his head and kisses you deeply, “I love you” He says against your lips, “Thank you for loving me enough to try and make my day better.”

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #commander fox x reader #fox x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks

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el-writes-things · 1 month

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the state of you

the biggest struggles of writing this were choosing a name for the fic and for xie lian's demonic dish from the pits of hell LMAO

super scuffed hualian sick fic based on this post by @draweltz :) i legit speedran writing this in like three days and didn't edit so please forgive me if it's like. exactly as terrible as i expect it to be HAHA

i'm also notoriously terrible at writing proper endings so i apologize for that as well

u can read the fic here (under the cut) or on ao3

likes n rbs are super appreciated :)

Given the noises and scents emitting from the kitchen of their apartment, Xie Lian’s cooking wasn’t going… conventionally well.

Hua Cheng didn’t mind in the slightest, though, humming to himself softly as he twirled his chopsticks expertly around his long fingers. He’d offered his help already, as usual, and Xie Lian had declined, wanting to surprise him with some kind of odd, inventive meal, as usual.

He enjoyed being able to help Xie Lian in every way, but he didn’t argue too much about the cooking matter. Xie Lian was the first and only person who deigned to cook for him, and he seemed to take pleasure in preparing meals, so who was Hua Cheng to argue?

Tapping his chopsticks against the wood of their low-set dinner table gently, Hua Cheng tried to contemplate what Xie Lian had made today. It was an impossible endeavor based on smell alone, but he tried regardless, calling out guesses to amuse his husband.

“Is it… stew?”

“Nope,” Xie Lian called back over the sound of sizzles.

Hua Cheng considered the noises. “Is it… meat?”

“Wrong!”

“Really? Then, is it-”

A light laugh from the kitchen instantly warmed Hua Cheng’s heart. “Stop guessing, San Lang! Let me surprise you for once.”

“Oh, I’m always surprised by your cooking,” Hua Cheng replied sincerely, earning him another laugh.

“I’m almost done, okay? Just wait another minute or two,” Xie Lian told him.

Instantly, Hua Cheng rose from his seat on the floor. “Does gege want help carrying plates to the table?”

“I’m alright!” Xie Lian chirped. A series of sharp clatters met Hua Cheng’s ears and he winced, concerned. “Okay, close your eyes.”

Hua Cheng obeyed, covering his good eye with one hand. Soft footsteps announced the arrival of the martial god, followed by the sound of two plates being set down gracefully on the table in front of him.

“You can open your eyes now,” Xie Lian told him, and he moved his hand away.

The dish was, simply put, a monstrosity. Purple and pink bubbles popped at the surface of a thick, strange substance speckled with starbursts of orange and yellow. Equally horrible was the smell, pungent and awful. Hua Cheng looked up at his husband, seated to his left, with a grin.

“What is it called?”

“I call it ‘Dreams of Summer Nights Passed’,” Xie Lian replied.

Hua Cheng nodded affirmatively, picking up a spoon and stirring it through the plate. Beneath the pink and purple substance was a densely packed white… rock?

“And what’s in it?” Hua Cheng chipped away at the rock for a bite. He brought it up to his lips with a playful smile.

“It’s rice and strawberry curry. I put carrots and corn in it, too. Look, Ruoye helped me cut the carrots into neat pieces!”

Hua Cheng placed the bite in his mouth, chewing slowly. He scraped away at the rice-rock for another bite, mixing it with the curry again.

“It’s good,” he said when he’d finished chewing. “I like it. It’s one of your best.”

Xie Lian beamed at him and pulled his own plate closer to himself. “I’m glad you like my cooking, San Lang,” he told the Ghost King happily, spearing a carrot with the sharp end of his chopsticks.

“Of course I do. What’s not to like about it?”

The god gave him a half-amused, half-exasperated look. “Do you not remember what happened to poor Quan Yizhen?” He popped the carrot into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

“Well, it wasn’t your fault that he wasn’t strong enough to handle your food. I, for one, will never ever be sick of, or from, your cooking.”

“Does San Lang promise?” Xie Lian teased.

“Of course, gege,” was his easy response, and he prepared another bite. “I promise.”

Xie Lian grinned at him and Hua Cheng grinned back, savoring the taste of the strange curry and Xie Lian’s happiness.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

Hua Cheng woke up feeling terribly, horribly, awfully, dreadfully ill.

He shuddered violently, and Xie Lian shifted in his arms. He froze immediately, then slowly disentangled himself from his sleeping husband, clenching his jaw against the waves of nausea rising up within him.

When Hua Cheng had stumbled out of the room and down the hall, he slumped against the wall and hugged his stomach, willing himself to stay strong.

You’re a Supreme Ghost King. You’re over eight hundred years old. You’ve lived through things that were thousands of times worse than this. This is ridiculous.

He sucked a breath in through aching lungs- then stopped.

The next thing he knew, he was heaving over the toilet.

Hua Cheng shivered miserably, silvery pinpricks of sweat rolling down his spine. The bathroom floor was cold, colder than he remembered, and he clenched the sides of the porcelain bowl with a vengeance.

Another wave of nausea came crashing over him, and he gave in to it, only caring now that his husband didn’t hear him.

A quiet minute passed, then two. Hua Cheng rose on shaking legs to walk to the sink. He caught sight of his own reflection and shuddered. His gaze averted quickly and he splashed water on his face, trying to rinse the foul taste out of his mouth.

What on earth was wrong with him?

He’d never before had this kind of reaction to the food that Xie Lian had cooked for him before. He’d prided himself in the way he never flinched, and had grown to thoroughly enjoy the food that was prepared for him with such love.

Hua Cheng despised this feeling of weakness.

As if on cue, he could feel his stomach churn in rebellion.

It was all he could do to lean over the toilet again, shove his long black hair out of the way, and not make a mess.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

When his vision cleared and his consciousness drifted back into his aching body, Hua Cheng sat up. He rolled his neck, trying to work the stiffness out of it.

Judging by the slant of moonlight shifting through the window, only an hour or two had passed since he’d passed out, slumped against the wall.

Hua Cheng swiped a hand across his mouth, staring with disgust at the bile that came away on his fingers. He stood slowly, trying his best not to stumble, and washed off in the sink again.

Silently, he surveyed the bathroom. Despite his best efforts, he’d made a mess, one he’d rather die than leave for his husband to clean up.

Body still wracked with chills and tremors, Hua Cheng fished paper towels and a cleaning spray out from under the sink. He dropped heavily to his knees, ignoring the pain shooting through his stomach, and began to clean.

Tears began to prickle the corner of his eye and he closed his eyes. Self-hatred and confusion gripped him, and he clenched his fists.

Why would he be having this reaction? Was he really losing his powers? He hated this immensely, hated that he wasn’t strong enough for Xie Lian.

Hua Cheng disposed of the paper towels with shaking hands. He sat down again beside the toilet, hugging his knees, unable to stop the flow of tears down his face.

Slow, unsteady breaths filled his lungs, and he clamped his mouth over his sobs. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with the warmth of his husband tucked in the curve of his body.

But he still reeked and he would never, ever, ever want Xie Lian to see him like-

“San Lang?”

Hua Cheng froze, trying not to breathe too loudly, raising his other hand to try to stifle himself.

It’s not enough, though, and he let out a loud hic that echoes in the bathroom. Hua Cheng glared down at his hands, annoyed at the way his body seemed to be betraying him at every turn.

“San Lang?” Xie Lian’s voice was closer now, and Hua Cheng tried to sit up straighter. He hated that he’d made him get out of bed.

“Are you in the bathroom? Seriously, what are you doing in there?” Xie Lian’s voice is teasing and gentle until he flicks the light on. His mouth makes the shape of a soft o, unbound hair flowing freely around his shoulders. Lit by the silver light of the moon and the golden light of the bathroom, he looks beautiful, an untouchable god.

Hua Cheng was, by stark contrast, a complete mess. His hair was tangled and undone, falling in messy snarls around his shoulders. The front of his shirt was wrinkled and half-wet from his attempts to clean it off. His stomach still hurt and he could only imagine how pale his skin was.

It was mortifying to be seen like this. He tried not to sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears off his face.

Xie Lian was quicker, dropping down with his usual grace to cup Hua Cheng’s face with his hands, running his thumbs over his cheeks tenderly. Hua Cheng’s best efforts couldn’t stop the low sob that escaped his lips. He lowered his eyes, embarrassed.

“What’s wrong, San Lang?” Xie Lian moved closer, forcing Hua Cheng to meet the concern in his ethereal golden eyes. He refuses to speak, closing his lips together tightly.

But his husband was perceptive, and the pain in his eye and the way one arm was still half-curled around his stomach protectively must’ve given it away.

“Oh, no.”

Hua Cheng began to cry again, for real this time, and Xie Lian pulled him close. His fingers combed through Hua Cheng’s hair.

“It’s alright. I’m here now. Oh, San Lang, why didn’t you wake me up? You don’t have to suffer alone.”

Hua Cheng’s instincts took over and, in a moment of physical and mental weakness, he finally reached up and pulled Xie Lian’s body close to his own. He tried not to care about how bad he probably smelled.

Xie Lian lost his balance with a soft oof, falling forward onto Hua Cheng’s body. He buried his face in Xie Lian’s soft hair, inhaling deeply. The familiar scent of lavender shampoo filled his senses.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Xie Lian asked Hua Cheng quietly, drawing back slightly to look at him. His voice was steady, and he didn’t pry when Hua Cheng shook his head and pointed to his mouth.

“Okay. I’ll help you up, is that okay?”

Hua Cheng hated feeling powerless, hated the dizziness that overcame him and pushed him to lean heavily on his husband’s side as they shuffled towards the sink together. “Ge.. ge…”

But Xie Lian was strong, and Hua Cheng knew that. “It’s alright, San Lang. Come, here’s your toothbrush. You got it? I can help you…”

Five thoroughly humiliating minutes passed by before they were on their bed, having successfully made it out of the stinking bathroom and into their shared room.

Xie Lian helped Hua Cheng recline his head against their propped-up pillows before he ducked out of the room. He returned with tall glass full nearly to the brim with water. His dependable hands didn’t spill a single drop when they brought the cup to Hua Cheng’s lips, allowing him to drink slowly.

When he was done, Xie Lian placed the cup on the bedside table before climbing into bed with Hua Cheng. He sat beside him, legs pressed against Hua Cheng’s side when he turned to face him. “Are you alright?”

Hua Cheng managed a nod, still too embarrassed to say much more. He found that he was even more reluctant to tell Xie Lian what happened now that he was out of the bathroom and with his husband.

“San Lang.” Xie Lian’s voice was reprimanding, yet kind. “Tell me what happened. Please?”

The two locked eyes, golden eyes determined and shining, black eye a swirl of conflicting emotions.

Hua Cheng could never deny his husband of anything he’d asked, however, and he told him the whole story in strung together pieces, trying desperately not to meet his eyes.

Xie Lian’s hand drifted over to cover Hua Cheng’s and he listened attentively, nodding when it was appropriate. When Hua Cheng finished, Xie Lian sat silently, as if contemplating something.

“San Lang, why wouldn’t you wake me up or tell me?”

“It’s… gege, I never get sick from your food and I don’t ever want you to stop cooking for me just because… because of something like this…” he trailed off, then closed his eyes. “And I don’t even know what caused it. I’m always fine and I love that you cook for m-”

“San Lang,” Xie Lian said, his hand squeezing Hua Cheng’s reassuringly. “Have you ever considered that you might just be… allergic to what I made?” Allergies. Hua Cheng’s mouth opened, then closed. It made sense, and he hadn’t even considered it. “Oh.”

Xie Lian smiled and moved closer, wrapping his arms gingerly around Hua Cheng’s torso and snuggling close. “My poor San Lang. Will you come wake me up if this ever happens?”

Hua Cheng laid his cheek against the top of Xie Lian’s head, nodding.

“Thank you. Do you want to sleep now? You must be tired.”

“Actually, gege… I’m a bit hungry. Any leftovers?”

Xie Lian looked up to gape at Hua Cheng. He chuckled quietly, turning to pull Xie Lian into his arms.

“Only joking, gege. Unless…”

His husband bumped the back of his head against the curve of Hua Cheng’s neck teasingly, and Hua Cheng laughed again, already feeling better.

#hua cheng #xie lian #hualian #san lang #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #heaven officials blessing #tgcf #tgcf fic #writing

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nicofics · 7 months

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Hihi I saw your post about looking for ideas!!! <3 what about a late night dinner date with Barbatos ? :)

~ mc-was-here 🐏

𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚

𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: romantic date night with your boyfriend

notes: i hope you like this!! i got carried away and istg there was steam from my fingers LMAO. requests are open!

it was late at night, it had to be. barbatos’ demanding job as future demon lords butler was extremely hard for him to get free time. though when he did, he wanted it to be spent with you. while barbatos was rushing to get ready for your date at Ristorante Six, you were already on your way, getting a ride curtesy of lucifer. once you arrived you got seated immediately, ‘barbatos must of already booked us in..’ you thought. you sat down at the two chaired table, looking around while you waited on your boyfriend

barbatos arrived roughly 10 minutes after you, once he sat down across from you, he apologised. “oh MC.. my dearest apologies.. i had quite a few things to set up before leaving, i hope you understand” you smiled, “of course i do, you don’t have to apologise!” “ah but i do, i don’t want to leave you waiting” he gave you a small smile. you loved his smiles, they were always so genuine.

after a few minutes of small talk a waiter arrived at your tables, “i’ll take a Hellfire Curry Rice please?” barbatos asked, you just ordered a roasted roc, it reminded you of roast chicken back home. once the waiter left another came by and left a bottle of demonus. barbatos didn’t say anything, but you could tell by the way he was looking at you right now that he was trying to talk to you with his eyes. they looked almost pure? as pure as a demons eyes can get. you couldn’t help but smile at him

eventually the food arrived and the two of you ate, though the food was good, you knew it would be even better if barbatos cooked it himself. you used your fork to grab some of barbatos’ curry, he furrowed his eyebrows at you, confused, before he gave you a chuckle. you took a bite of his curry, “woah! thats really good!” barbatos nodded, “if you like, i can make it for you sometime, my dear?” oh how you melted at his nicknames

once you both had finished, you decided against dessert, opting for a sweet treat at the demons lord castle, where the two of you would make it together. when you both arrived at diavolos castle, you excitedly walked to the kitchen, barbatos following in suit with eyes full of admiration for you. you were already buzzing at the thought of what barbatos was going to make you, he decided for a human world eclair. while making it barbatos stood behind you, holding tour hands and guiding your hands while making the eclairs, you couldn’t really focus, only thinking about how close the two of you were right now

while you finished your baking, barbatos was now cleaning up some of the dishes. once that was all done, the two of you went to barbatos’ room with the eclairs. barbatos wasn’t much of a talker, but once you both bake together, its almost like he can never shut up about recipes, you don’t mind though, listening to your boyfriend talk about his interests while eating his delicious food was a beautiful night

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #om! barbatos #obey me barbatos #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #barbatos x you #omswd fanfic #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos x you #omswd barbatos #omswd barbatos x reader #x reader #fanfic

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octuscle · 9 months

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Hello, Chronivac support? This is the first time I am using your app and I am not sure how to set the right settings, I hope you can help me. You see, I have a boyfriend who is submissive, and I am the dom of the 2. Even if I am not very dominating and sometimes I just play along to feed his submissivemeness, I thought it was enough for him and that he liked it... but now I realize I was wrong.

The other day he heft his laptop on the table, the incognito browser was open and I could see he had been watching pics and videos of what I would call... real doms. Tough guys, cigar smoking guys, some wearing leather or rubber gear, some tattooed, some pierced... many different kind of doms, but none of them were like me, not a single one. I dont have the body or the attitude he wants...

But I have seen a lot of different guys in his laptop, so I don't know what does HE wants eiher. I thought that maybe this app can be set in a way that I am transformed in the kind of man he really wants to his side, the dom boyfriend, master or whatever he really wishes for... I want to set Chronivac so I am changed exactly into what he dessires, and every time he changes his mind about what he wants, I want to change along.

Can you help?

Ever heard of a werewolf? I could try something experimental with you. A weekend where your friend can live out all his fantasies. His darkest thoughts control your transformation. Not only yours, but his as well. You will not be aware that you are changing, you will spend the weekend like a werewolf. In a completely different body. But I will configure the transformation so that on Monday morning you can remember every single second. And then let's see if you want to do that more often.

Friday night. Your friend is sitting in front of the TV. You're cooking. Vegetarian vegetable curry. Suddenly it hits you like a blow. You throw the spoon into the pot. Fuck! What a pain this is. With one blow you hurl the cooking pot off the stove. A huge noise. A huge mess. Your friend comes running into the kitchen. You are breathing heavily. Your huge hairy chest rises and falls. You snap at your boyfriend that he should be a good slave and clean up the mess. Your friend looks at you with wide eyes. And gets down on his knees to wipe the floor. And while he does that, his body starts to twitch. The hair of the bitch becomes short, as you always shear them. And his beard grows. His polo shirt becomes a harness, his bare ass sticks out of his chaps. "Leave the dirt, lick my boots!" you command. "And then slowly work your way up with your tongue." Your kitchen changes. Your apartment is changing. There is a smell of sweat, tobacco and poppers in the air. Black, worn furniture, lots of leather, raw concrete. Instead of a TV, a St. Andrew's cross on the wall. And in the bedroom a cage for your boyfriend.

"Fuck yeah, that's my good boy," you grunt as your friend arrives at your stinky wet armpit. It's still early in the evening. There is still plenty of time before you fuck your boyfriend in the sling of the darkroom of your favorite bar. You take your cock out of your pants with your free hand. And then you push your boyfriend's head back down. The weekend starts promisingly.

48 hours of sex later you are sitting naked on the sofa. A cigar in your face. The face of your friend on your cock. Boy, did you have fun. And now a final climax. You shoot your load and your friend swallows greedily. Then you fall into a deep sleep. It's 04:00 in the morning when you wake up. The TV is on. Both of you have fallen asleep on the sofa. You lead your still half asleep friend to bed. And you realize that it was not a dream.

Fantastic inspiration by @eurobeef

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #leather tf #bear tf

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olivyh · 1 year

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A fellow Jamil lover? Yipee!

Could I request Jamil with an s/o that cooks and bakes delicious food for everyone (sans Crowley) but will always make something special for him specifically?

The jamil appreciation of this page is *chefs kiss* I love all of you so much for that <<3333

"Habibi, enough," Jamil slouches against the cold wooden countertop in the Ramshackle dorm's kitchen. The windows are open, airing out the delicious aromas that seemed to fill the cozy dorm and allowing a slight breeze to drift in and swirl the various scents around the kitchen. This was the third time this week he'd seen his lover in such a busy mood, surrounded by countless trays and lunch boxes stacked upon the table and countertop, each and every one steaming with countless dishes from what appears to be every country in the world...

The man frowns as they turn to look at him, standing from his position and wiping a bit of chocolate off their cheek with his thumb before popping it into his mouth and humming softly at the taste.

"Really, you have enough on your plate as is..." He looks around the cluttered kitchen. "Your mind, I mean."

"I'm okay! Really!" He sighs and goes to help them finish icing the cake. The sun had long set by now, the crickets outside chirping happily to a mismatched tune that only they could hear as the clinking of the pans in the kitchen seemed nearly deafening in the silence of the dorm. Occasionally, something in the old house would creak or Grim would come down to steal a bit of whatever they were making.

Jamil had just finished his club work and had spent the better part of the day helping them cook (not that they would ever allow him to, really, considering how they continually ushered him out of the kitchen). He watched as they finished packing the last lunchbox, plopping the lid on with a satisfying click as they slouched against the counter, taking a deep breath.

Jamil sighs softly, coming up behind his lover and snaking his arms around their waist, burying his face in the crook of their neck and inhaling their scent mixed in with the food that they'd just made as they lean against him. He allows himself this brief moment to breathe and relax into their form, to feel their warmth through his clothes and their breaths against his chest. He plants a soft kiss on the side of their neck, chuckling softly at the squeak they let out.

"Wait!" Jamil sighs, tightening his grip on them as they attempt to squirm away.

"No, enough," He tries to muffle the sounds of his complaints and whines into their neck, pride be damned if he was going to let them go this easily. "Stay here."

"Jamil!" They whine loudly, reaching across the countertop and snagging a box before nearly bonking him on the head with it. He laughs and reaches for it, not having to open it to know that it was his favorite curry prepared just for him- likely decorated with small hearts and flowers as his lover always does.

Despite how common of an occurrence this is, he can't help the swell of his heart or the heating of his face at the affectionate action. It strikes an unfamiliar chord in his heart; they thought about me, they took time out of their day to make something special just for me.

Maybe, Jamil thought, I'll be greedy just this once.

He chuckled and peppers their face in soft kisses, ignoring their complaints as the sugar and flour that was on their face sticks to his lips and smudges across his cheeks, leaving small streaks of white against his dark complexion.

"You're a mess! At least let me shower first," He sighs, backing away for a moment before observing their face and allowing his eyebrows to knit playfully on his forehead.

"You're fine, you can shower in the morning. It's almost 2 am anyways-"

"2 am?!"

"I asked you if you wanted any help," He comments smugly, smirking at their baffled expression as their eyes dart from the grandfather clock in the corner of the room to the man standing in front of them, arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised.

"You need to get back to your dorm, you should've told me," He sighs as they walk with him to the door, feeling the familiar pang of not yet tear away at his heart as he finally stands on the front porch. The chill of the night seeps through his hoodie and sends a chill down his spine, making him pine for the warmth of his lover once more.

He leans down and presses a kiss to their lips, his tongue darting out and licking off some of the stray sugar that stuck to the corner of their lips. Jamil chuckles at their embarrassed squeak as they try to hide from him, shoving the lunchbox into his hands as he smiles and runs his thumbs over the lid.

"How about I pay you back for this?"

They pout at his suggestion. "You say that every time! I do this because I love you and want you to have something special!"

The words in Jamil's throat die out before they could escape his slightly parted lips, feeling the heat return to his heart as it chases away the icy grips of the night. Suddenly the box in his hands feels a lot heavier, and his knees weaker than they had ever been. Yet-

He chases after their lips once more, teeth practically clacking against one another as he tries to express the sudden wave of love that crashed over him without using the words they'd seem to have stolen from him. He uses his free hand to cup the back of their head and push their face closer to his. Jamil swears that if he ever found a genie he'd wish for these moments to last forever, to have them on loop for all eternity, to have as many arms to hold them with as he wished and as many words to tell them about this explosion in his heart.

He parts for air, the small gasps and pants coming out in small puffs of mist in the air between them. He smiles at their dazed expression, cupping their face in his hand and running his thumb over their cheek.

"Only you make me this way," He mumbles, pressing a kiss to their temple. "See you in the morning, love."

Much to his heartbreak, he walks back to Scarabia dorm (though the remaining residents awake can't help but notice the little bounce in his steps and the deadly glare he shoots anyone who dares look at the box he has in his hands).

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Chapter Four - Blush (written for @zelinktines24 day 4 prompt)

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The savory aroma of meat sautéing in goat butter draws Zelda from her study. A flush warms her cheeks when she walks downstairs and sees a vase of colorful wildflowers in the middle of the table.

“They’re beautiful, Link.”

He looks up from his work in the kitchen and gives her a tender smile that she’s learned means he thinks she’s beautiful. Cheeks burning, Zelda offers a silent one of her own and goes to set the table.

When Link returns his focus to finishing up their dinner, Zelda steals glances when she knows he’s not looking. He’s different than she remembers him being before she left. Shy and distant, like he’d been so long ago. When she looks into his bright blue eyes she sees an old soul who has seen too much and still finds the strength to persevere. She also sees his undying adoration, which she knows is for her alone.

She wonders if she opens up more, perhaps he will, too. Her mind screams at her to tell him she still feels the same, but every time Zelda opens her mouth the words refuse to come. She doesn’t know what’s holding her back and hates herself a little more each day for withholding her feelings. Every morning she wakes up hoping to find herself in their shared bed in Hateno and that it was all a dream. They’d been close to something before she fell. What that something was she couldn’t say, only that her heart beat a little faster with nervous anticipation when she thought of where they’d been headed.

Now, it’s like starting all over again, getting to know the new person each of them has become. Link keeps a respectful distance and she doesn’t press for more. He doesn’t touch her except when she loses herself to the vague memories that plague her. She’ll return from a waking dream to concerned blue eyes and her hand clasped tightly in his. A bitter laugh escapes her, thinking it a cruel twist of fate that their roles have been reversed.

How many times do they have to be made over before Hylia will leave well enough alone and just let them be? Is it too much to ask to be happy and just live? Zelda can’t help but wonder if Hylia has some hidden agenda to keep them apart.

“Zelda.”

Blinking, Zelda looks up from where she’s paused placing their chopsticks to find Link has set steaming bowls of rice and creamy curry on the table. He stands opposite her watching and waiting, as always. Her cheeks flush again, and a knot twists in her belly. What has she ever done to deserve his love and loyalty? She thought she’d laid those demons to rest long ago, but since her return, they’ve reared their ugly heads.

“I’m sorry, I was lost in my thoughts again.” She sinks to the cushion before her place setting and waits for him to do the same.

“How many times have I told you to stop apologizing?” Link’s tone is light, teasing, but she sees the concern in his eyes.

“Too many to count.” Zelda attempts a smile and isn’t certain she’s entirely successful. However, it must be enough because she observes the subtle shift in Link’s shoulders as tension is released. “How is Hudson?”

Taking her bowl, Link spoons rice and curry for her as he speaks. “He made something called roller skates and wanted me to test them out. It’s like ice skating. I think you’d like it.”

Zelda hears his unspoken question in the statement. “I haven’t been ice skating in ages. Literally.”

Link’s quiet huff and bright blue eyes widening in surprise stir something warm and familiar to bubble within Zelda and she smiles again. Small steps are better than no steps.

Many thanks to @floraunderground for looking this over! 🥹

#legend of zelda #zelink #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #zelinktines24 #day 4 prompt blush #loz totk #loz tears of the kingdom

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As I walk in from another day of work I see you once again working when your supposed to be resting. Your doing dishes again making sure every single pot and pan is in place. I'm surprised there's any dirty dishes to do with how little you've been eating this last week. As I quietly walk into the kitchen I can tell your definitely still sick. Your tummy still looks visibly bloated even from where I stand. It's like a balloon that's slowly been getting bigger this last week despite how hard it's been to get you to eat anything. I also see your chicken soup sitting on the dinning table. It looks like you've barely had any! "Hey honey I'm home. What did I tell you about letting me do the housework while your sick?" You slowly turn to me and I can tell by the blush on your face your running a fever. You don't say much just "I'm fine" as your tummy let's out an audible groan. "Your belly thinks otherwise you must be hungry" I say as we both sit down at the table. You try and shake your head no but by then I've already got a spoon of soup in your mouth encouraging you to swallow. Slowly but surely I feed you the rest of the soup despite your protest. Just as we finish you let out a wet sounding belch and another moan. I help you stand and see how firm and bloated you belly is. Filled to bursting with soup and everything else it's refused to digest. "I think someone deserves some rubs for finishing all that soup" I wrap my arms around your tummy feeling the rock hard lump of your stomach. "Baby your hands are putting to much pressure on my tummy it doesn't feel good" but I keep rubbing anyway enjoying the groans you and your tummy are making a little to much.

The following is almost exactly how I imagine such a scenario would go in real-life. I'm not exaggerating how I felt when I was sick--my belly really did feel so insanely bloated that I was literally swallowing back sour liquid all day when I was sick. It didn't help that I was so congested and had such a sore throat that the thought of vomiting terrified me because it was a surefire way to suffocate. My bloated belly was taking up too much room and I couldn't get enough air so I was constantly short of breath...had a partner actually tried anything with my belly, I absolutely would have spewed and likely suffocated/drowned due to all that liquid flooding the one path I had left with which to breathe.

You walk in to our shared apartment an note that I'm at the dish-washer, carefully trying to place a stubborn pan with an awkward handle.

“Hey, honey. I'm home. What did I tell you about letting me do the housework while you're sick?”

Even with the obvious fever, it's clear that I'm glaring at you. I quickly grab the pen and notebook on the counter that's been my primary means of communicating since the sickness robbed me of my voice.

'The less you handle my used cups, the better.'

I quickly open the fridge and point out the packed lunch I've set aside in the usual spot for you. I then gesture at the slow-cooker with a singular portion within it on the keep-warm function on the kitchen counter.

“I'll eat now.” You inform me.

I nod and begin plating up your meal, ladling the curry over a portion of rice and setting the plate on the kitchen table. I move to remove the cooled bowl of chicken broth that I gave up trying to eat some time ago. My stomach grumbles angrily, sickly and bloated despite the fact that I have yet to eat anything today.

“Was that your stomach? Sit.” You call out.

I shake my head, but you're already tugging on my arm, dragging me to sit in one of the dining chairs. I set the cold soup back on the table to avoid spilling it. You quickly whisk it away, setting it in the microwave to reheat.

“ N-Not hungry.” I protest, my voice barely sounding beyond the congestion and sore-throat I'm speaking through. I palm at my belly, feeling no give beneath my palm.

“That's just the sickness talking. Appetite or not, you need to eat.” You mutter, coming back with the re-heated soup.

Before I can grab the spoon to feed myself, you've already taken it into your hand and are bringing a spoonful to my lips. I squirm away from it and pat at my tummy, hoping you'll get the message. I wince at the slight jostling to my bloated belly. My stomach is visibly distended and it feels completely full despite the fact that the soup is still in the bowl. I feel very water-logged, as though the soup is already in my belly despite it very clearly being in the bowl. My stomach grumbles angrily at the patting and I quickly stop, swallowing back against the sudden nausea.

I gesture to your dinner, ignored on the other end of the table.

“You first.” You say, leaning closer to continue spoon-feeding me the unwanted soup. “You must be hungry. It's dinner-time, babe. You made this for yourself at 1PM—you sent a picture. Same bowl and everything.” You had left a note, instructing me to text you when I got up and when I got around to eating. Had I not sent proof of being awake and eating, you would have gone out of your way to pick up something on the way home with which to feed to me.

I gag more than a couple of times before the bowl finally empties. Every breath comes with a wet little 'slap' lapping at the back of my throat as I swallow back against the hot liquid trying to escape my bloated tummy.

A short, sharp, and very wet sounding belch erupts from my belly, unbidden. I slap a hand over my mouth, willing myself not to be sick.

“Oh? Is your belly full?” You tease. I nod, one hand still clapped over my mouth and the other resting on the side of my distended belly as I feel the soup tickling at my throat. I feel like a thermometer in a children's science-class—with the liquid-y contents rising and falling rapidly, being manipulated by people that don't care to understand what's actually going on inside. I feel very much like an abused thermometer, like any second now something's going to crack and spew dangerous liquid absolutely everywhere.

“I think someone deserves some tummy rubs. You did so good, finishing all that soup.” You coo at me as you help me stand.

We slowly make our way to the couch. It's a short distance, but it takes us maybe four times as long as normal to reach it as I stumble, cradling my belly and doubling over every time I feel like I'm about to let everything out. 'Bloated' is an understatement for how ridiculously, painfully full my stomach feels. Imagine filling a glass of water to the absolute brim, liquid forming a meniscus just above the rim of the glass. That is basically how my belly feels in this moment—filled to the point of overflowing, with the liquid constantly threatening to spill over as we move across our apartment.

Your hand brushes across my belly and I hiss, moaning as my mouth floods with something hot and salty. You slide your hand over my belly, not really applying any pressure, but even that light touch is enough to disturb the delicate balance inside of me.

“B-Babe...nnngh...t-that really doesn't feel good on my—o-on my—ulp--on my tummy.” I murmur, stopping to swallow back some hot, sour liquid in the middle of my statement. “Ooooh...n-no rubs...p-please? Too much—urp---p-pressure.” I can't believe I'm refusing belly rubs...but I'm too full. My stomach is rock-solid beneath our palms even though it feels like it's full of liquid.

Even the idea of sitting down on the couch in front of us fills me with dread. Bending at the waist at all sounds like a very, very bad idea right now. My belly feels bloated enough to spontaneously rupture all on it's own and I really don't want to test the durability of my stomach. My own hand is barely skimming my clothed belly, careful to be there just to sort of guard my achingly full belly rather than actually touch it.

“Nonsense! There's nothing a little belly rub can't fix!” You exclaim, slapping me playfully on the back as you do so. The shockwave of the slap reverberates through my bloated belly and my mouth floods with hot soup even as you push your other hand incessantly on the achiest part of my belly as you apply what you believe is a sure-fire way to fix my digestive issues. Either way, my stomach has decided that it's done feeling so full-up. Something's going to give, and it's going to give very, very quickly.

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1024UB CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: STRAWBERRY

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“Honey, do you want to help me with dinner?” a woman who closely resembled Gyuri popped her head out from the kitchen.

“Sure, Ma,” Gyuri got up from the couch and joined her mother in the kitchen.

Gyuri wasn’t proud of it, but anytime she needed to get away from it all and clear her head, she ran away to her mother’s house. Growing up, Gyuri helped her mother with the fruit garden until her mother was able to build a really good business by herself by the time Gyuri got to high school. She opted for going to a high school in the city instead of staying in the rural area, so she had been running away to her mom ever since the start of high school.

She actually tried to muscle through her storm cloud this time, but after sighing at least five hundred times in one of her classes, her professor pulled her aside. Her professor ended up telling the girl to just take a break for a week and clear her head because, “If you’re mentally unwell, it can take a toll on your physical health, too.” Gyuri cried in front of her professor that day because of how extremely grateful she was.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to be missing a week of class?” her mother asked as they stood in the kitchen prepping vegetables.

“Yeah, I got permission from my professor, the department head,” Gyuri reassured her mother.

Satisfied with her answer, her mother collected all of the prepped vegetables and threw them in a pot. Gyuri loved the smell of her mother’s homemade curry, so she lingered in the kitchen just taking in all of smells.

The house her mother lived in now was much bigger than the house she grew up in. Gyuri had her own room in the big house, but she preferred sleeping right next to her mother because that’s how she grew up in the small house. Her mother seemed to be worried that Gyuri would be up on her phone all night, but Gyuri actually left her phone back in her apartment. She really, truly did not want to talk with anyone from the group at that moment only because if she talked to them, then all of her internal turmoil over Seonghwa and San would restart. She did not want or need that. All she wanted and needed was her mother’s love and affection.

She was still struggling wit the whole Seonghwa versus San thing. She was definitely upset with Seonghwa and the fact that she still liked him, but she was also pretty upset with San. When he left the last night she saw him, she was angry that he didn’t put up more of a fight. She wondered about how San really felt about her at that point. Were they still just friends-with-benefits? She really thought that there was more than that between them. Gyuri didn’t want to confront San, though; the thought of fighting with him made her sick. Her obsessing over the issue made her sick, so she stopped thinking about it altogether.

The sharp, crisp November wind blew past Gyuri as she sat on the deck in their backyard, red and orange leaves continuing to fall. Gyuri loved this weather in the rural area. Everything felt pure, and she felt like breathing was so much easier. November in the city was a nightmare. Everything was always way too cold for no reason, and the lack of sunlight just makes it more depressing. Bundled in many blankets, Gyuri held a cup of steaming hot tea to her lips, the vapor from the tea warming her cheeks. She sat with her back to the door, so she didn’t even realize someone had walked onto the deck until they sat next to her.

“Gyu, you look like a ball,” they said.

Gyuri’s head immediately snapped to the side. It was Hongjoong— well, a definitely cold and shivering version of him. A genuine smile spread across her face as Hongjoong smiled at her with chattering teeth. She set her tea aside and opened the blanket bubble for Hongjoong to sit and warm up with her.

“Jesus Christ, Joong! Why are your fingers so cold?” Gyuri handed him the cup of tea so his fingers could thaw.

“I kind of came here spontaneously. I wasn’t wearing the right clothes when I left,” Hongjoong explained.

The two chuckled briefly before looking at the scenery before them. Without looking at each other, they continued to converse.

“So, this is where you grew up?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s nice. I get why you come here to escape the city.”

“Wait, how did you find out that I was here?” Gyuri realized suddenly; she didn’t tell a soul where she was going, not even Iseul.

“Seonghwa told me that this is where you run away to when you have a lot on your mind.”

“Dammit, I never should’ve told him… At least he didn’t make the trip here.”

“Why did you come here this time? The group kind of freaked out because you didn’t tell anyone you left.”

“Really?”

“Well, we all were concerned, but Wooyoung was convinced you had been abducted by aliens. Then, he said someone kidnapped you and that they would contact us asking for ransom. At first, everyone brushed it off, but then Mingi and Yunho started with their own conspiracy theories, and it kind of spiraled. It also didn’t help that you were nowhere near your phone.”

“Oh… Well, the Wooyoung thing is funny, but I do feel bad. I just needed to take a step back.” Gyuri looked down shamefully.

“I’m going to guess it was because of Seonghwa?” Hongjoong turned to look her in the eye— he definitely wanted the truth, but Gyuri could only give him part of the truth.

“Yeah,” was the only thing she could say without divulging other extraneous information.

“What’d the dumbass do this time?” Hongjoong seemed ready to apologize on his behalf, his eyes lit passionately as his face displayed an angry smile.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise to not tell anyone,” Gyuri gave in to the pressure of his gaze.

“I promise. What did he do?”

“He…”

“Yeah?”

“He, uh…”

“Say it.”

“Seonghwa…”

“For the love of God, woman, tell me!”

Gyuri brought her voice down but finally said, “Seonghwa kissed me and told me he’s liked me since high school.”

Hongjoong’s jaw dropped, and he nearly spilt the tea Gyuri handed him. “Huh— Wha— Wh— Huh?!”

Gyuri nodded softly, then turned her attention back to the backyard. She bit her tongue in attempt to not think about the way Seonghwa looked at her that day, but she felt the ghost of his lips on hers, which made tears well up in her eyes. Hongjoong noticed this and put his arm around the girl’s shoulders. “I can’t believe he did that…”

The two scooted the tiniest bit closer together. Gyuri rested her head on Hongjoong’s shoulder as Hongjoong rubbed Gyuri’s arm. The sun was starting to set as they silently sat on the deck of Gyuri’s mother’s house listening to the sounds of nature slowly fade.

At some point, it got a little too cold outside, and Gyuri’s mother told the two to come back inside. When they returned inside, Gyuri decided to lounge in the living room while Hongjoong went into the kitchen to help her mother.

“Hongjoong, it’s okay! You’re a guest. Please, sit with Gyuri and relax,” Gyuri’s mother told Hongjoong as he began to scrub the dishes in the sink.

“No, ma’am. I’m an uninvited guest, so I want to compensate for it.”

“Hongjoong, dear. You can call me mom or mother. Ma’am feels too formal.”

“I—” Hongjoong looked away shyly. “I’ll try…”

Seeing Hongjoong super meticulous in the kitchen made Gyuri’s mother’s heart swell up. Since he insisted on helping her as much as he could, Gyuri’s mother gave him small little prep tasks. Gyuri ended up entering the kitchen wondering what on Earth happened to her friend.

“Oh, Gyuri, perfect. Could you help me out with these food scraps?” Her mother asked.

Gyuri nodded and helped her mother carry the food scraps to their yard— they used the food scraps to fertilize the garden. After dropping off the bags, Gyuri’s mother held her daughter’s arm to keep her from going any further.

“What is it?”

“That friend of yours, Hongjoong, right? It would be so nice if he could be my son-in-law,” Gyuri’s mother said bashfully.

“Ma! What the heck!”

Gyuri shook her mother off her and quickly returned to the house, her mother trailing behind her and laughing.

“He’s such a sweet boy, daughter!” Her mother said as they both reentered the kitchen.

“Huh?” Hongjoong, upon hearing the word boy, looked up to see the two Hwang’s back in the kitchen.

“Hongjoong, I wish I had you as a son,” Gyuri’s mother said completely honestly.

Hongjoong’s face flushed. He mumbled a shy thank you and finished the rest of the dishes with a small smile on his face.

“Are you saying that you would rather have Hongjoong than me?” Gyuri asked her mother with her arms crossed over her chest.

“No, dear. I’m saying that I want him as a son and you as a daughter.”

“Yeah right!”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh as he saw Gyuri and her mother bicker.

When dinner was finally done, the three of them ate together, and Gyuri’s mother made sure Hongjoong eat until he was so stuffed he couldn’t move.

“Let me get some strawberries for you both to eat,” Gyuri’s mother told the two as she cleared the dining table.

“Oh, no, Ms. Hwang. I’m so stuffed,” Hongjoong held back a burp.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me mom? And nonsense! A growing boy like you needs to eat more!”

“I really couldn’t—” Hongjoong cut himself off the second Gyuri’s mother put cut strawberries on the table.

Gyuri couldn’t help but snicker as Hongjoong’s eyes sparkled upon seeing the bright red strawberries laid out in front of him. He hesitantly picked one up, bit into it, and immediately sank into his chair in pure bliss. Gyuri’s mother had the greenest of thumbs, so Gyuri knew exactly how Hongjoong would react to her mother’s harvest from this winter.

“Oh, Ma, could you give me a couple jars of strawberry jam?” Gyuri asked her mother as Hongjoong proceeded to inhale all the strawberries in front of the two.

“Of course! I still have that spicy peach jam for you, too,” Gyuri’s mother beamed. “What about you, Hongjoong dear? Do you want to take some jam back with you to the city?”

“Yes, please!”

Gyuri’s mother laughed before retreating to the kitchen. Hongjoong turned to Gyuri and said, “Gyu, I can’t move. I’m so stuffed. How am I going to get home?”

“Just spend the night. I’ll come back to campus with you tomorrow morning.”

“No, it’s okay! I—”

“Nope, you’re staying here tonight. We don’t want to risk you falling asleep on the train. Otherwise you’ll probably be riding the rails for a while,” Gyuri’s mother called out from the kitchen.

On that note, Hongjoong stayed at the Hwang residence overnight. He and Gyuri passed out on the ground of the living room, Gyuri sprawled out like a starfish and Hongjoong resting his head on her back. They looked like a couple of toddlers during nap time after spending the whole day running around. Gyuri’s mother covered the two with blankets as they slept peacefully and happily.

The next morning, Gyuri and Hongjoong departed with Gyuri’s suitcase and a big basket filled with jams, preservatives, and other various edible items all made from the fruits of the Hwang Garden. They ended up spending the entire trip back to the city either sleeping or eating.

When they got back to 1024UB, Gyuri pulled Hongjoong into her apartment and sat him down in the dining room to say, “I need you to keep a tight, heavy lid on the fact that I’m back.”

“Do you hate us that much?”

“What? No! I just need time to figure out the Seonghwa bullshit,” Gyuri’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Relax, I’m kidding. I won’t tell anyone anything,” Hongjoong said sincerely.

If it were anyone else in the group, Gyuri would have been a little more skeptical, but Hongjoong proved himself by not disclosing her crush on Seonghwa to anyone, so she trusted him.

After Hongjoong left the apartment, Iseul came home. She saw Gyuri in the kitchen putting the jars of jam and preservatives away and screamed as if she saw a ghost.

“What the fuck?! You scared me!” Gyuri exclaimed as she almost dropped one of the jars.

“That’s what I’m supposed to say! Where the hell did you go?” Iseul stormed up to the girl and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her back and forth as she said, “We thought you died or something! Why did you leave your phone in your room? Why didn’t you tell anyone where you went? Fuck that, why didn’t you say anything to me! I’m your roommate for crying out loud! I was so goddamn worried!”

“Sorry, I just… I needed a moment to breathe. I went to visit my mom and let my mind go blank,” Gyuri apologized. “I swear, I’m not mad at anyone.”

“Well, I’d check the group chat if I were you. Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yunho have been freaking out the most.”

With that, Iseul retreated to her room to put her belongings away. Gyuri went to her room as well and picked up her phone where she had left it charging to see a few hundred missed calls from literally everyone in the group except two people: San and Seonghwa. She felt her heart drop. Even in the group chat, those two were pretty quiet. What was she expecting, though?

After catching up on the infinite amount of texts, Gyuri sent a quick text to the group chat saying that she was okay before putting her phone away again. Iseul knocked on Gyuri’s bedroom door as soon as Gyuri’s message delivered. The two girls sat on Gyuri’s bed.

“That’s it? You’re not going to tell anyone you’re back?” Iseul asked.

“No. I still need more time.”

“What even happened anyway? Talk to me.”

“Every time I thought about either of them, my mind went spiraling, and I couldn’t handle it. I think I threw up a couple times because the world was moving too fast.”

“Damn.”

“I know.”

A brief moment of silence settled between the two. Gyuri suppressed a developing sigh. Iseul ended up leaving her room, and before Gyuri could even consider closing her bedroom door, her roommate returned with two bottles of soju. Iseul thrust one of the bottles into her hand and quickly removed the cap, prompting her to do the same. They clinked their bottles and started drinking.

Their drinking party at some point moved to the living room, and a very drunk Gyuri started talking about the things that would usually make sober her cry. “I shouldn’t have let Seonghwa take me to the exhibit.”

“You wanted to see that exhibit the second they announced it! It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, but I feel so cheap… Like he’s trying to buy my affection. I know he’s not, but God, I’m just so angry at him for dating that bitch and then trying to blame her for mistreating me. She may have been the evil one, but he still consciously said all those things. I’ll always resent him for that.”

“So then don’t bother with him! I don’t see why this includes your avoidance of San.”

“Because no matter how much I resent Seonghwa, I still have feelings for him.”

“Fuck… Gyu, this is so fucked.”

“I know.”

Gyuri finished her nearly empty soju bottle and opened a new one. As she started drinking from the new one, Iseul asked, “Did you like the kiss?” causing Gyuri to choke on her alcohol.

“I… wait… uh…” after recovering from the alcohol burning her throat, she tried to get her thoughts coherent. “It was… warm.”

“But did you like it?”

“I don’t know. Like, it was a good kiss, and I liked the feeling, but I hated it at the same time. I can’t even remember thinking about anything. All I know is that… The part of me that still has feelings for him was going crazy.”

“Jesus Christ…”

“I know. When San asked me if I still liked Seonghwa, I couldn’t lie to him, and remembering how upset my answer made him made me upset all over again. I’m serious, Iseul. I don’t want to like Seonghwa, and I don’t want to hurt San in the process. He deserves better.”

There was still at least half of the soju left in Gyuri’s bottle, so she finished it. She put the empty bottle on the coffee table and rested her head on the table. Iseul, meanwhile, was taking a little time to process everything Gyuri just told her. “So, then, who are you going to choose? Are you… Are you thinking of ending things with both of them?”

Gyuri did not respond. The second her head touched the wood on the coffee table, she was out like a light. There was no way Iseul was going to get an answer from her drunk roommate.

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armoryarchives · 8 months

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Ay another swsh AND Hop fan!! So I have a short prompt!*

Due to Hop's diligent work at the lab, Sonia gives him a short break off! When she asks what his plans are; all he says is that he'll be off camping. Sonia assumes he means the Wild Area- but when his phone is out of service and no one can find him in said wild area, it throws everyone in a panic (prolly Leon especially lol)- that is until 3 days later when he comes back from the Slumbering Weald perfectly fine lol

*(i..think this is a short prompt; sorry if it isn't lol)

Short enough for me! Besides, I love to write. ^w^ Thank you for the first ever prompt!

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“Say, Hop, how would you feel about taking a break?” “A break? What for?” Sonia pouts at the young trainer sitting across from her. It’s been a few months since Hop has become her assistant, and since then, she’s gotten more than she could ever ask for in a regular employee. For one, he hasn’t stabbed her in the back and given dangerous materials to a pair of lunatics, as her last one did. Not that that’s a very high bar to clear.

His drive and work ethic, on the other hand, are not to be understated. He has gladly been conducting all of the fieldwork Sonia loathes, heading out into the wilderness and to raid dens in order to collect data and observe Pokémon, not to mention helping out around the lab.

If it were her doing all of this on her own, or even his share of work alone, she would’ve all but rioted for a day off.

“What do you mean, ‘what for’? I’m surprised you haven’t asked for one already! Don’t you have somewhere else you’d rather be than here? Or better yet, something else you’d rather be doing?” He seems to consider her words carefully, tapping on the mug in his grasp while he thinks. The two of them are sitting down at the table in the small kitchen area of the lab, sharing a cup of tea each before going back to their assignments. Sonia watches him expectantly, taking a sip as she does so. Eventually, he comes up with an answer that seems to satisfy him.

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind going camping sometime soon.” She frowns a little at this, not nearly as understanding about his decision. “Why would you wanna do that? You already camp enough when you’re out studying in the field.”

“Yeah, but it’s just not the same, y’know? I miss the kind of camping I’d be doing during the Gym Challenge, with my team hanging around and a pot to make curry in. It just can’t be beat!” It makes sense when he says it, but she simply doesn’t see the appeal. He already spends a good amount of time on routes and in the Wild Area, so she figured he’d want to step away from that, perhaps visit some cities and shops. Then again, he’s already toured the whole region as someone who’s completed the Gym Challenge, not to mention he got farther than she ever did in the circuit. “If you say so,” She says with a shrug, then asks, “How does three days off starting tomorrow sound?” Hop grins at this, visibly excited at the prospect.

“Sounds brilliant! Thanks, Sonia!”

She returns the smile, taking a final swig of her tea before setting it down.

“Anything for my favorite assistant. Now, let's get back to it!”

. . .

In hindsight, perhaps she shouldn’t have been so quick to offer Hop a few days off when he didn’t feel compelled to ask. Having to complete all of the paperwork on her own is one thing, but as the clock ticks on and time passes, she realizes just how bowing it is to work on her own. Usually by now, Hop would be well into the meat of a topic by now, gabbing into her ear while they work on their separate tasks. It’s a good dynamic they have going on, she thinks– He gets someone to talk to about whatever it is that has caught his interest that day, and she has some background noise for her brain to latch onto instead of having to write in silence.

Now, the only sounds she has to accompany her are her nails tapping on her keyboard and the Rookidees chirping outside. In short, with Hop gone, the lab is agonizingly dull.

She throws back her head and groans. Trying to get any writing done like this is impossible, so she decides to throw in the towel. If it isn’t happening, it’s not happening! Simple as that. She takes this opportunity to stretch, clasping her hands above her head and pushing them out as she bends her spine. A knock at the door startles her, and she yelps as she nearly falls out of her chair, just barely holding on and righting herself.

“Coming, coming!!”

The red-haired professor gets out of her seat, smoothing out whatever wrinkles may have formed in her lab coat before rushing to the door. She wasn’t expecting a visit from anyone today, which is why it comes as a surprise when she finds Hop’s mother standing with an anxious look on the doorstep.

“Elena! What brings you here?” She asks the woman, who rings her hands as she glances past Sonia. “I was wondering if you’d know where Hop is. He took off this morning in a hurry, carrying a pack. I’ve tried to get a hold of him a few times since then, but I can’t seem to reach his phone.”

Sonia hums, puzzled by this development. She isn’t able to reach him? That doesn’t sound right. When in doubt, test it out! She summons her own phone, the Rotom phone flying out of her pocket and hovering a few inches in front of her the moment she gives the word. From there, she pulls up her contacts and dials Hop’s number. Sure enough, after only a moment, her phone beeps.

“Zzt! Number currently unavailable. Please try again later.”

“Huuuh? What do you mean, unavailable?!” She exclaims, to which the Rotom inhabiting her phone makes an ‘eep!’ noise and flies back into her pocket.

Without any real answer to go off of, Sonia crosses her arms, unsure of what to tell the fretful mother in front of her. She also isn’t sure what to tell herself, now feeling a bit worried as to her assistant’s whereabouts. Surely he hasn’t broken his phone in the short timespan he’s been gone, right? Then again, if he’s roughing out in the Wild Area, there’s a chance that might be the case.

Whatever may be going on, it can wait until after she’s reassured his mom. Sonia puts on an unbothered smile and waves her hand.

“Not to worry! I’m sure he’s just somewhere with a spotty connection. I told him he has three days off, so he’s probably out making the most of it right now.”

This seems to work in calming the other down, who lets out a sigh of relief and thanks Sonia. She heads back down the road to her home, Sonia smiling and waving as she goes, only to drop face soon after.

Just what is Hop up to right now, she wonders.

. . .

The second day alone isn’t nearly as boring as the first, though frankly, she sort of wishes it were. She’s been outside nearly all day now, having taken a train up to Motostoke that morning, then a Corviknight Taxi to Hammerlocke from there. All of this travel just so that she can bumble about in the Giant’s Cap in the northern half of the Wild Area. She is supposed to be documenting how wild Mimikyu interact with the Pokémon around them and each other, but she’s yet to even encounter one, let alone watch it for long enough to see how it acts.

And to make matters worse, she can’t get her mind off of the interaction she had yesterday with Hop’s and Leon’s mother. Although Hop is an extremely capable trainer with a strong team of Pokémon, she can’t help but worry over his safety now that there is seemingly no way of reaching him. That part bothers her as well, because there shouldn’t be any reason for them not to be able to contact him unless his phone got wrecked.

She finds a nearby rock and sits down, holding her chin in her hands. All of this overthinking isn’t like her, nor is she a fan of it. Surely Hop isn’t in any danger, right? He can handle himself just fine. He’s probably out there having a great time, playing with his Pokémon at the Giant’s Seat or enjoying the view at Lake Axewell.

“Boo!!!”

Sonia shrieks, jumping up from where she was sitting and spinning around. Standing behind her with a cheeky expression is Gloria, who is followed not long after by an exasperated looking Victor.

“Did you really have to do that? Sorry about her, Sonia.” “You’re not the least bit sorry. Otherwise, you’d have warned her!”

She stares blankly at the two for a moment with her hand over her chest before letting out a breath she was holding. Then, she pouts at them.

“Way to scare the wits out of me! Haven’t you two got something better to do than sneaking up on unsuspecting people?”

“Nope!” Gloria responds cheerily.

“Oh,” Victor says, looking like he’s suddenly remembered something, “Why don’t we ask Sonia as well? She’s got to know where he is.”

“Oh, yeah! Sonia, have you got any clue where Hop is? We’ve been trying to call him all day, but with no dice.”

So even they can’t reach Hop? Great. Now her worries, which she had been attempting to tell herself were unfounded, have only returned tenfold. She raises a finger to her hair, toying with her ponytail as she thinks of an answer.

“I’m pretty sure his phone is busted. I gave him a three day break, and he told me he’d go camping, so I figure he’s probably somewhere out here in the Wild Area doing just that.”

Victor and Gloria react in tandem to her words, giving each other a tense look before returning their attention to Sonia. The former speaks.

“We’ve been up and down the Wild Area, and we haven’t seen him at all.”

Her jaw drops at this. She quickly shakes her head to get rid of the expression, looking wide eyed at the two of them.

“Wait– Seriously? The entire Wild Area?”

“Yeah! We’ve been on a Raid Den battling spree, so we’ve covered just about everywhere there is he could be!” Gloria adds.

Upon hearing this, Sonia feels a pit form in her stomach. If Hop isn’t in the Wild Area, then where could he possibly be? He could be in one of the various camping spots found on some routes throughout the region, but if that’s the case, she doesn’t understand why none of them are able to call or message him at the moment. She can’t see him having broken his phone in an environment as undisturbed as a route campsite.

“That’s… I don’t get it. He should definitely be here.”

“M-Maybe we missed a spot! Right, Vic?”

“I dunno… I definitely think we would’ve spotted him at some point.”

An uncomfortable silence hangs between the three of them, interrupted only by the chittering of Pokémon in the distance. Gloria, apparently unable to stand the pregnant pause, shakes her fists.

“Nobody panic! I’m sure he’s safe. Until we know for sure, though, me and Vic will do another look around.”

“We will?” He asks, sounding quite reluctant, only to be met with Gloria jabbing him with her elbow.

“Yes, we will!”

“Good luck with that, you two. And thanks,” Sonia tells them, doing her best to convey her gratitude.

Gloria and Victor depart soon after, with the young girl practically dragging him by the hand as they head back the way they came. Sonia watches as they leave, not taking her eyes off of their direction until they’ve disappeared from sight. With them on the case, she’s certain Hop will be find in no time.

That’s what she tries to convince herself of, ignoring the gnawing feeling in her gut as she heads back for the day.

. . .

It’s now been a full 48 hours since anyone’s last seen or spoken to Hop, and Sonia is in full crisis mode. Gloria and Victor’s search yielded no results, and even after splitting up to check some routes around Galar, they’ve still been unable to find her assistant. She’s tried everything she can on her side of things to get in contact with him, even going so far as to email him, with no success.

She drops her head into her arms, folding them over her desk. The Rotom phone floats to stay in her peripheral vision, the screen displaying her contacts list. She’s been staring at it for a while now, hoping for a notification to appear. It’s got her feeling like she’s at the end of her rope, not knowing what else to do or how else she can help look for Hop. She could file a missing persons report at the station, but there is the off chance he may be perfectly fine. Besides, she feels as though it isn’t her decision to make.

Her eyes wander to the screen again, looking at the names listed. One in particular speaks out to her. If there’s anyone who deserves to know what’s going on, not to mention who could lend a hand, it’s him.

She grabs her phone from where it hovers in the air and presses the call button next to one of the contacts. It only takes four rings before she hears a voice on the other end.

“Sonia! What’s the sudden call for?” Leon asks with a chipper tone. If this were a normal day, she’d probably badger him for not having given her a ‘hello’ first, but today is anything but normal.

“You haven’t heard yet?”

“Heard what?”

She takes in a deep breath, bracing herself.

“Hop’s sort of… missing.”

A beat.

“Missing? What do you mean he’s missing?!”

“H-He’s probably fine!” She quickly blurts, then explains, “Y’see, I gave him some time off, about three days worth. He said he’d go camping, but since then no one’s been able to ring him, nor find him. He’s definitely not in the Wild Area, at least…”

She hears a noise on the other end that sounds like Leon sinking back into his chair. When he got up, she has no clue.

“And you didn’t tell me this until now, why?”

“I didn’t even know myself until yesterday! And even then, I still had my doubts. Since then, though, Gloria and Victor have been looking all over for him.”

“They have? They’re good for that,” He says, then there’s a pause before he asks, “Do you know where they haven’t looked so far?”

“A couple of routes, probably the Glimwood Tangle… Why?”

“I’m going to join them.”

“You’re— What?! But don’t you have Chairman duties to attend to?”

She can practically hear him rolling his eyes from wherever he is, with a small scoff under his breath.

“Those can wait until after I’m certain Hop is safe and sound. I won’t be able to concentrate without that peace of mind anyways.”

Sonia raises her head down, leaning back in her chair.

“I feel you there. I think these have been the most unproductive three days I’ve ever had, with him gone. I just hope he’s alright…” She admits, allowing her worries to seep into the conversation.

“I have faith in him. He’s able to take on anything thrown his way.”

“Are you telling me that to make me feel better, or for yourself?”

Leon chuckles.

“A bit of both, really. I’ve got to go now, alright?”

“Alright. Take care, and let me know if you find him.”

“Will do.”

She hears the sound of a Pokéball summoning a Pokémon, followed by the familiar roar of Charizard before the audio cuts out as the call is ended. The phone clatters onto her desk shortly, dropped there without a care.

Her eyes wander to the unoccupied space of the laboratory around her. She sincerely hopes that Leon’s hunt bears fruit, for everyone’s sake. Otherwise, she’s confident Leon will flip the region upside down looking for his little brother.

. . .

“Thank you again for letting us stay the night, Elena.”

“Oh, there’s no need to be so formal. We’re all family, aren’t we? And you’ve all been working so hard…”

Sonia lets out a small hum of acknowledgement at her words, taking a sip of her coffee. It’s been a full three days now. Leon had reached out to Gloria and Victor shortly after his and Sonia’s conversation yesterday, asking what areas they haven’t explored that he could check. No luck in any of them. Apparently he even called Mustard and Honey over on the Isle of Armor, on the slim chance Hop had possibly gone there for his break. They told him they hadn’t seen him.

At some point, Elena asked for Leon to come home, and then extended that invitation to Sonia, Gloria, and Victor. Eventually they had all gathered that night, being treated to a hearty dinner and sleeping under the same roof. It’s a bit silly considering they all live so close to one another, what with Sonia not too far off in Wedgehurst and the twins residing literally right next door, but none of them bring it up. It felt nice to be together during this time of uncertainty, where they’re missing a part of their group.

Sonia takes another sip of her coffee before setting it down.

“That’s a given. We want to make sure he’s okay just as much as you do— And I’m certain we’ll find him soon.”

“Yes… yes, of course. I just wish soon would come sooner.”

She doesn’t know what to say to that, having no consolations to provide to the other. None that are truthful, that is. So, she doesn’t say anything, instead lifting her cup to her lips.

As it turns out, she doesn’t need to, because not even a minute later the door swings open.

“I’m home!”

Sonia nearly spits her drink out, covering her mouth as she slams the mug down. She whirls her head in the direction of the door, and sure enough, standing there with a duffel bag over his shoulder and a grin on his face is Hop.

“Hop?!” She cries.

“Hop!” Comes Gloria’s voice from the living room, as well as the sound of her feet pounding against the floor as she charges into Hop. He yelps in surprise, nearly being bowled over from the force of her tackle. His bag drops to the floor as he takes in an armful of his friend.

“Glo! What are you doing here? And Vic, and Sonia?”

“Who cares about that! Where have you been?!”

“What’s?...” Leon begins as he comes from upstairs, rubbing his eyes with a fist. He doesn’t even finish his sentence, eyes widening when he sees what all the commotion is about.

“Lee! You too?”

The older of the two doesn’t answer, instead hurrying down the rest of the steps and throwing his arms around both Hop and Gloria. Gloria giggles, looking incredibly relieved, as opposed to Hop and his confusion.

“Okay, seriously, why is everyone here?? What’s going on?”

“We should be asking you that,” Leon tells him as he finally lets them both go, “Where were you?”

“What do you mean where was I? The Slumbering Weald, of course!”

“What? Why were you there?” Victor asks, now joining the group.

“Because, it’s scenic, and I figured Zamazenta would enjoy visiting it again.”

Sonia gets up from her seat now, having recovered from almost choking on her drink. She almost can’t believe it, the fact that he’s turned up without them needing to do anything. His explanation doesn’t answer some of her lingering questions, though.

“We’ve been trying to call you this whole time! Why didn’t you answer?”

“Huh? You were?” Hop asks, seeming none the wiser. He takes out his phone and checks his calls, and sure enough, there are now a ton of missed calls that weren’t there previously.

“That’s odd. I didn’t get any of these while I was in the Weald. I guess the connection there wasn’t great? You know how weird and fickle that place can be.”

Sonia rubs her temples. She sure does know, having gotten lost there once and stripped of her sense of time. It’s not hard to imagine, then, that the Weald would have no reception to speak of.

Leon claps a hand onto Hop’s shoulder, not looking nearly as pressed over the circumstances leading to his seeming disappearance.

“I’m just glad you’re alright. You didn’t run into any trouble while you were there, did you?”

“Nope. I had a grand time!”

With those words, it feels like everyone can breathe easily again. Gloria ushers Hop into the kitchen, at which point his mom welcomes him home and tells him to never run off without letting them know where he’s going again. He apologizes, and soon after they’re all treated to breakfast by her. Chatter and laughter fills the room as they recount the needless worry of the past few days.

From outside the window, fog rolls off of the tree line from the Slumbering Weald, as though the forest is alive and breathing.

#pokemon #pokemon swsh #swsh #pokemon hop #pokemon sonia #pokemon gloria #pokemon victor #pokemon leon #pokémon

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makethehomebeautiful · 4 months

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Standing in my kitchen, preparing the Coconut Chicken Curry for tonight. The vibrant colors of chopped carrots and bell peppers lay on the cutting board, ready to infuse their flavors into the dish. The serrano pepper, my husband's favorite addition, adds a touch of heat that will bring a smile to his face later.

I take a moment to appreciate the ingredients before me, knowing that they will transform into a delicious meal that we will share together. The tender shredded chicken, cooked to perfection, awaits its immersion in the creamy coconut milk, promising a rich and comforting curry.

But for now, the anticipation builds as the flavors meld and develop on the stove. I imagine the moment when my husband walks to our kitchen, and is greeted by the inviting scent that will envelop him, drawing him closer to the table.

The thought of sitting down together, sharing stories of our day, and savoring the flavors of this meal fills me with warmth and joy. I can almost taste the combination of spices, the creaminess of the coconut milk, and the tender morsels of chicken.

As the evening unfolds, I can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to create a special moment through the art of cooking. The preparation is an act of love, a way to show my appreciation for my husband's hard work and unwavering support.

And so, I eagerly await the moment when we can finally sit down together and enjoy this flavorful feast. The table is set, the ambience is just right, and the anticipation in the air is palpable. Tonight, we will savor each bite, reveling in the deliciousness of the food and the love that goes into preparing it.

#family #traditional family #trad style #traditional gender roles #traditional wife #traditionalism #homemaker #homemaking #tradwife #love

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regulus-books · 6 months

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warnings: brief mentions of miscarriage, stillborn, depression and anxiety. if you don't feel comfortable please, please don't read it. I love you<3 and if you're struggling, or have struggled with this topic, feel free to dm me<3

wc: 1.7k+

Since I was young, I've always wanted a child. As I slowly grew, my want for children increased, I became more scared, sure, but nothing is better than your own little baby who will always love you, even if no one else does?

That aside, James and I have been trying for a long while, a year at least, unfortunately, miscarriages run in my family. I have been pregnant 2 times in the past year, one being a miscarriage that plummeted me and James in a deep set of depression, when we decided to try again, my baby boy came out a stillborn. I cried for so long after, couldn't forgive myself. James was so excited for our child, and I just depressed him. Did I not want him enough? I realized I shouldn't be thinking that way, I didn't do anything wrong. Three square meals a day, went to every single appointment, slept the correct amount of hours, I did everything right. James helped me out of the depression and my doctor advised me not to try again, much to my despair.

A week ago, James and I adopted a baby. She was born at 6 pounds and 7 ounces, no name, and her mother died in child birth. We named her Renee Lily Potter. Lily stuck by my side nearly the entire way through my first and second pregnancy, she saw the happy and sad.

Right now, I'm laying in me and James' bed, Renee rests on my chest, and I stroke a hand down her little back. I hum a tune I heard on the muggle radio, a funky beat that reminded me of my husband, as we wait for James to get back from work.

"Renee, darling, I love you so much." I speak to the child as if she can understand what I say. "I am so glad that you're here. I don't know what papa and I would do if you weren't." I pick up her chunky baby body and pull her up closer to my neck. I stand up and strap on a baby carrier to my front, then I walk out into our flats kitchen to cook something. I bounce around the kitchen, James is usually the one cooking, he says I cook like a white mom, and to that I tell him, that's exactly what I am. He always laughs and kisses my forehead after that, winces at the taste of the meal I prepared, but eats it anyways. I hear the fireplace turn on and quickly turn off.

"I wonder who that could be." I say, but there's no doubt in my mind that James is hiding behind our sofa in the living room, trying to scare me. I walk out into the sitting room, and sure enough James pops out from behind our couch and accidentally scares himself.

"Hi, darling." I walk up to him and kiss him.

"Did I scare you?"

"No, Jamie, love." I stroke my fingers around Renee's soft head, her hair longer and thicker than any other baby I've ever seen.

"Hi, baby. Oh, and," he leans down and lets Renee grab one of his fingers, "hi baby." He lifts her out of the baby carrier, laying her tiny body in his arms. She makes a noise and grabs James' nose. "Hi, my little love! You missed papa while he was at work, hm?" He grazes under her chin, and she continues to babble on.

"Well, papa now needs to fix the mess mama made, hm?" James smiles and walks into the kitchen.

"Rice, curry, and naan?" He looks around.

"Mhm, mum brought it, darling."

"Oh my gosh! Mum came and I wasn't home?" I sit on one of our kitchen table stools.

"Yeah, but that was the point Jamie, she wanted to see how I was settling with Renee." I watch from the table as James takes down two plates from a cabinet and plates up our food.

"Well?"

"Well, what, darling?"

"How are you settling with Renee?" He places her down in her heavily padded play pen, and puts my food down in front of me, I take a big bite and think.

"Settling fine. You?"

"Big change for me." James says, ripping his naan and scooping chicken into it.

"Of course it is, darling, we have a baby now." I look down at her, she's curled into herself and snoring quietly.

"I know. I just always want to be home, but I'm constantly working, I'm afraid I'll be distant with her or I won't know her as well as you because you're a stay at home and I work until 7, and that's her bedtime."

"I understand, my love." I nod at him for him to continue. "They offered you three weeks off."

"I know, I just want something to keep me busy."

"You know what's perfect for that?"

"What?"

"The baby, and me." James' face quickly brightens. "How about this, darling, I'll call Moody and tell him I insist you stay home with me and Renee, he's scared of me anyhow."

"Sounds perfect." We eat in silence for a moment. "Reggie?" James looks up at me as I start to wash mine and his plate off.

"Yes?"

"Do you ever wonder if she won't like us?"

"No, James. She'll love us. Unconditional love will be forced. And besides," I attempt to lighten his mood, "no one could ever not like you, James Potter." I semi joke, James' lips twitch up into a smile.

"Except Barty Jr, right?" He dries his hands off, kisses my jaw and rests his body weight on his arms, hovering over me.

"Barty secretly adores you, James. Especially now that your a dad, says it does something for him." James barks out a laugh as I take a sip of my water.

"Well, I hope it does something for someone else too."

"You know it does." I grab his chin and pull him down for a kiss.

"Hm, good, because you being a mama does something for me too." Being a mama, I smile at the thought. He smiles before walking over and laying next to our baby, probably almost breaking her play pen.

"Don't break that, James Potter, or else."

"Very scary, darling."

"Or else no more c-" he cuts me off.

"Shush! Not around Renny." Renny, a nickname James and Sirius have convinced me is adorable, Remus laughs every time he hears it, saying one day she's going to kill Pads for it. He wraps an arm around our small baby, picking her up and getting out of the pen.

"Renny is sleeping." I kiss her chubby cheek, and walk up the stairs to her nursery quietly, James following behind closely. He lays her down in the dark green painted room, her crib sheets a bright yellow color, courtesy of James himself.

"Goodnight, my little love." James strokes her brown skin, tucking one of her curls out of her face. "My pretty girl." He smiles and steps away from the cribs edge to let me lean in and bid my child a goodnight.

"Goodnight, sweetpea." I kiss my fingers and press them lightly to her head. James links our fingers together, pulling me into our bedroom, the next room over. He let's go and takes off his shirt, he lays in our bed and watches me as I remove all of my silver jewelry, and the two gold rings that James married me with stay on my ring finger.

"You're a stunner, mami." James says, laying on his stomach.

"Mami, hm?"

"Yes." I smirk and unclip the carrier that was strapped to my chest.

"That's a new one." I walk over to our bed, laying beside him, he pulls me closer and kisses me deeply.

"You're such a beautiful mum, so so very handsome." He pushes a hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me in for a lighter kiss.

"You know what me and Mum were doing today?" I ask, coiling one of his curls around my finger, staring into his warm, brown eyes.

"What is that, ma?"

"We were talking about you."

"Good things I hope." He smiles.

"I couldn't say anything bad about you if I tried to. No, we were talking about a song I heard, made me dance and made me think about you."

"What song?"

"I think it was called Daddy Cool or something, but the part that made me think of you the most, it said, ‘shes crazy for her daddy, oh she believes in him’

made me think of you." He smiles tightly, he peppers kisses all over my face.

"Well, then, I'll remember for later."

"James?"

"Regulus?"

"Did you always want to be a dad?"

"Yes. Always. I would always hog babies if someone had one, one time I was playing with a baby, she had a fallen out eyelash and I tried to wipe it away, but ended up accidentally poking her in the eye, I cried after." He snickers. "What about you?"

"I've always wanted my own baby, yes. Living in that house with those people, I didn't know what love was but I wanted it. I wanted to have something to always love me. I thought, after Sirius left, there was nobody else in the world who loved me. Now I know what love feels like."

"What does it feel like to you, darling?"

"Warm, everywhere. You, Renny, Sirius, Remus, Dora, Dorcas, Barty, Ev, the list goes on. Love is everywhere, you just can't see it first glance. When we were going through a rough patch last year, at first glance you couldn't see a single loving thing, but if you looked closer you could see how you still pulled on my curls in my sleep, liking to see them pop back up. You didn't know I knew but when I figured it out, I would stay up until you thought it was safe to do it. I craved your touch back then, and all I had to do was ask for it." James kisses me again.

"I love you, Reggie."

"I love you, mon amour."

#jegulus #jeggy dads #jegulus oneshot #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #reneé lily potter #oc

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jdtrashman · 3 months

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Febhyurary Prompt 4: Food

"I'm hungry."

Allie was in the middle of sharpening Shadowbringer when Ryne's words reached her ears. They were all in the Ocular, waiting for G'raha, Ophianne, and Beloch to return from some business the Exarch had to take care of in town. She wasn't her mother, she had no business stepping in, yet she...wanted to.

Thancred stood up from inspecting his cartridges. "Alright, I'll see what I can whip up."

SHINK

Thancred perked up towards Allie as she stabbed Shadowbringer into the ground to get his attention. "You have reservations, I take it?"

"After sampling your bread," Allie said, moving to undo the straps of her breastplate. "I find myself with reservations, yes, with letting a Sharlayan anywhere near a kitchen. Especially when a child is involved."

"I'm 17," interjected Ryne with a pout.

"And I'm old enough to drink, what's your point?"

"So what, you mean to bar me from the kitchen?" Thancred shot back, crossing his arms.

"Until Ophianne gets back yes." Allie set her breastplate down against Shadowbringer and tied her hair back into a ponytail. "In the meantime, I will cook for Ryne."

"You can cook?" asked Ryne and her father simultaneously, one with curiosity, the other with disbelief. The others had looked up from what they were doing to watch the exchange by now. Urianger reading Alisae's fortune, Alphinaud quietly reading with Zana - words Allie never thought she would ever find strung together like that - and Q'ihnn talking with Y'shtola.

In short, almost all of her friends' eyes were upon her, and Allie just knew her face had gone as red as her hair. thank the twelve Beloch isn't here... if her fiance had been there for this declaration, Allie would surely have leapt from the nearest balcony. "Is that so strange?"

"Yes" replied everyone in the room.

Now it was Allie's turn to pout. "ya know what, never mind, if you're gonna be like that." She went to turn away, but Ryne caught her hand before she could.

"No! I'm sorry. Please, I would love for you to cook me something." Ryne looked up at her with those big fucking eyes. God, how did she even do that??? It's like they inflate.

"Glad to hear it," Allie said with a smile. "Now, sit tight kid, I'll be right back."

One Hour Later...

"And she returns," Thancred said as Allie opened the door with her back, her arms laden with plates of food. "have trouble finding the kitchen?"

"No! ....yes," Allie replied sheepishly.

Q'ihnn chuckled before helping her with the dishes, bringing them to a table that had appeared in the middle of the room. Whatever the occupant of the Ocular needed, the Ocular had a way of providing. 'This smells delicious," Q'ihnn said, taking a nice long sniff of the curry on his plate. "You cooked for all of us?"

Allie sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. "Well I mean, might as well, ya know?" She took her place at the end of the table with her food, and watched as her friends ate. She watched, and wondered why it had taken her so long to show them that she could cook. Honestly, such a small thing, being able to cook. Why had she always been so hesitant to let them in on even that? Well, she knew why, actually. Gods help her, she knew why. "I haven't cooked for anyone since...since my family."

"You cooked for your father?" asked Thancred. "and your brothers? You, cooking for a household of six?"

"My people were oppressed, Thancred, not perfect. But, yes, I did. And...I actually really enjoyed it." Her eyes fell on Ryne as she ate. Her opinion, to be honest, mattered the most to her. Ryne only knew her as the warrior of darkness. Not "the madwoman of Cronera", "Shepard of the All-Black" or any of the other fear-mongering names the Garleans gave her. She just saw a hero. Maybe that's why...

Ryne looked up from her first bite, smiling the same way her little brother would when he had her cooking. "It's delicious!" she said.

And like that, a small, barely noticeable part of her sprung back to life, like a plant finally getting the water it needed. It didn't mend anything. But something once dead, however small, was alive again.

And Allie smiled, and set to her own food.

#febhyurary prompt #ffxiv oc prompt #allienea shepard #ffxiv #final fantasy 14

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ro-valerius · 8 months

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Calm Before the Storm: Cooking

Shortly after his run in with the mage, Tofu socially-awkwards his way into cooking lessons. Kore belongs to @sorrel-haven

Tofu bounded down the stairs, surprisingly quiet for a man of his height and the speed he had taken, ready to head back out for another patrol of the area. Like hell was he going to let anyone take any of them off guard again. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, catching sight of Kore and Ro in the main area. Ro was on the couch, reading, but he turned his attention to Kore. Something he had heard her say before he had tried not to listen to her and Lament in the yard bothered him; for one, she was not stupid.

“H-hey Kore?” he started, though he had no plan for getting the thought across without revealing that he’d heard at least some of the conversation. “S-so… You’re…one of the smartest people I know, do you think you could help me…learn to cook?”

Kore looked up from sharpening her knives and chakrams while sitting on the floor. A bit of surprise plainly written on her face gave way to a smile. She set down the whetstone next to her and leaned back a little. propping herself up with one arm.

“Of course! I’d be happy to! I’m pretty handy in the kitchen, if I do say so myself.” Her excitement at the idea of cooking was palpable.

Tofu blinked in surprise. He hoped she didn’t intend to start with lessons right away, but was it too late to specify a different time…? She sure set aside her whetstone like she wanted to get up and get to teaching right away…

“I haven’t had much opportunity to cook lately, what with all the recon I’ve been doing.” She spun a chakram like a top, using a little magic to keep it going. “What should we make?”

He struggled to keep his cursing to his inside voice, but he managed. His outward expression held a blank smile to mask his panic. She…was so excited for this. He couldn't tell her no now.

"U-um…something easy? Using as little fire as possible?" he said, though it came off as more nervous than he was hoping. Though to be fair, a lot of it had to do with how he almost set the kitchen on fire last time Blomma tried to teach him…

“Hmm, I think I have an idea. Back in the village, we were taught a trick for if we ever needed to make food without fire. We call it fire crystal soup. You make whatever soup you want and plop a few fire crystals in. Best with broth based soups, cream soups get messy.” She stood up and walked over to Fiora’s alchemy table and fished out a handful of small fire crystals.

“I’ll replace these later.”

Her smile put the sun to shame as she turned back to face him and he lost all ability to say no. It was rare to see her excited about something these days, he couldn't bring her down now. He hesitantly smiled back.

"R-right. So… what do we start with?"

He should have just gone on patrol without a word…

Kore took his hesitation as simple nerves; she had seen the curry incident. She walked over and took his hand in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She guided him to the kitchen and began taking out a few supplies and ingredients, pulling out what was needed for a veggie and potato stew - something simple to start. They could make something with meat once he mastered this.

Kore explained them all as she did and lined them up neatly. She showed him how to pick the most flavorful ingredients. She showed him knife cuts, and guided his hand as he tried it himself, humming to fill the silence between instruction and questions. She could stay like this, with him, forever.

Once the prep was done and they set the pot on the stove with the broth and heartier veggies, she picked up two of the fire crystals.

“Now the best results for these, add in two at a time and give them a bit of a sparking start before throwing them in like so.” She struck them together like one would a flint and steel.

They created some sparks of fire aspected aether and she plopped them in the pot. The resulting sizzle and steam showed that it was working. It was going much better than he expected, though his chopping skills left a lot to be desired. Although the shaking that had begun in his hands certainly didn’t help matters much.

Suddenly, pain spread through his chest, harsh and unrelenting, white hot starting in the center of his chest where one of the mages had marked him with the sigil. He was cognizant enough to make sure nothing was in his hands before he staggered back from the counter, hand gripping his chest tightly. He sank to his knees, a low, pained moan escaping from his throat.

Kore rushed to him, crouching in front of him, hands outstretched in worry. “Tofu! What’s wrong?!” Tofu leaned forward and pressed his forehead into the crook of her neck as if to ground himself. Kore turned to Ro with wide eyes. “Help?!” she managed to get out in her panic.

Ro was up off the couch and at Tofu’s side in a heartbeat upon hearing the panic out of Kore. She knelt beside him, eyes scanning his body for answers. A realization hit her and she dug into her pocket, pulling out a talisman - one of the ones she used to keep Fiora’s curse in check - and lifting his shirt enough to slap the seal onto his chest.

The pain subsided slightly, though his body still trembled and his breath came in pained gasps. Kore held him, one hand stroking his hair in an attempt to soothe him. She shuffled him to be more propped up against her.

“Tofu…we have to tell them. We can’t keep this from them anymore…” Ro murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of his face, though his eyes were still buried in Kore’s neck.

“Tell us what? What happened?” Kore snapped, but tried not to shout it with Tofu’s ears so close to her.

“Please…please don’t…” Tofu whispered between gasps.

“Tofu. I am telling them. Now,” Ro said firmly. Tofu pressed his face further into the crook of Kore’s neck.

“Please don’t think less of me…” His words were barely audible, so much so that only Kore would have heard them.

And Ro told Kore about Tofu’s condition.

“His body doesn’t react well to magic. It reacts quite terribly, actually. During his vengeance rampage against the mages that cursed Fiora, he returned with a curse himself… That’s why the same seal that keeps Fiora’s voidsent at bay managed to dull his pain just now.”

Kore subconsciously held Tofu a little tighter. She looked down at Tofu as best as she could, kissing the top of his head and murmuring, “Why would that make me think less of you? You… you’re precious to me.”

It was hard to tell if the tension in his jaw was from physical pain or emotional pain.

“Because it makes me weak…”

“No, it doesn't.” Her voice was soft. “You’re plenty strong. This doesn’t change that, strength is more than being able to take a beating, or how you react to magic… Your strength comes from inside, and from those around you. They can hold your strength when you need it.”

Tofu put both arms around her loosely, keeping his face hidden. The pain had subsided. Not fully gone just yet, but it was manageable. He didn’t respond vocally, but hoped she could tell that he was listening and trying to take her words into consideration.

He had sincerely hoped to keep his condition a secret from Kore until he'd found a way to fix it. To him, this felt like one more thing for her to pity him over, and he hated it…

#ffxiv #ffxiv character #ffxiv viera #ffxiv screenshots #tofu curry #arc: the calm before the storm

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imagineanime2022 · 11 months

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Surprise Birthday Party

Sukunosuke Oda (Platonic) X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 617

Requested: Anon

Request: Hey, sorry to bother you but i want to request you drabble Mori's simp reader, Dazai X Oda (Platonic) when they both prepare Oda's birthday surprise after Chuya teach them how to cook curry rice in 'Curry Rice' (They both ask Ango to help them prepare Oda's birthday party too) Dazai and reader make giant curry rice cake which really bad (Chuya almost kill both of them when cooking)

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Bossy anon

Ango walked into the bar frowning when he only saw you and Dazai “where’s Oda?” Ango asked. “He’s not here, we need to talk to you about something.” Dazai answered, patting the chair next to him. “It’s about Oda.” “What’s going on?” Ango asked. “We’re trying to organise a party for his birthday, it’ll only be a few of us.” Dazai explained “but we need your help setting it up.” “Oh is that all, you worried me, you have to give more context when you talk.” Ango said as he picked up the drink that Dazai had slid towards him. “Were you worried that you were in trouble?” Dazai teased. “I worried that you were scheming again, it’s never usually good when the two of you have an idea.” Ango answered. “What do you need me to do?” “We need a place to actually have the party.” He answered. “What are you two doing?” Ango asked. “We’re getting the food ready.” You answered. “You two?” He asked. “Chuya showed us how, he’s going to come by and check it before we bring it over.” You explained and he nodded. “That’s better than nothing.” Ango nodded to himself.

The next day you had just finished up making the masterpiece that was a curry rice cake, you wanted to make the curry rice the way that Chuya had told you both but Dazai had pointed out that there is always a cake at parties and it wouldn’t be a real one if you didn’t have one, so you combined the ideas and you were proud of yourselves until Chuya came over to check on everything. “What the hell is that?” He asked. “Curry rice cake.” You answered. “Tell me that’s a joke.” He pleaded as he looked at the clock, there was still time to redo the food that you had cooked if you started now. “You can’t take that to the party, you can’t… Look, we can fix this but you guys are going to have to help me.” “Okay.” You nodded but Dazai groaned, a loud and obnoxious noise that drew both your attention. “What?” “You have to make a cake and a curry rice dish, you don’t have time for that.” Dazai complained. “We won’t if you don’t help, now stop complaining.” Chuya ordered as he hit Dazai’s arm and walked into the kitchen, he seemed to remember everything from your previous cooking lesson and started grabbing everything that you needed before gesturing for you both to come over, Chuya talked you through what he wanted you to do before he walked over to Dazai, you listened to them argue and saw Chuya point the knife at him before ordering to help him. It took longer than you wanted to finish up because Dazai was being uncooperative but eventually you were finished and you started on your way to the venue that Ango had managed to secure.

The lights were off as Oda walked in “Surprise!” The yell made him jump and he almost reached for his guns but he was quicker the recognise you and Dazai. “What is going on here?” He asked. “It’s your birthday so we got some people together for a party.” You explained as you pointed to the table “Chuya even helped us make your favourite.” “You guys didn’t have to do that.” He said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and squeezed softly before ruffling Dazai’s hair. “We wanted to.” You smiled. “Alright well let’s enjoy this then.” Oda suggested and you nodded pulling him towards the table to eat while others wished him happy birthday and stuck around for a drink or something to eat with him.

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