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daenysx · 1 year

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Hi, thank you for you answer I have this idea for a Aemond x reader.

Reader is pregnant with Aemond first child. On a ball our a birthday, comes to an accident and the reader going into labor. Aemond tries to protect his wife, but its to late and he can do nothing except to hold her hand am and prey.

I hope u can understand what i mean, english is not my first language c:

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an accident leads to an early labor and prince aemond never lets go of your hand.

your prince looks quite bored as he watches the bright lights and people dancing with each other. his hand stays on your thigh, rubbing circles, comforting both you and himself. he's never liked these events, there are too many people and he has to engage conversations with them even if he despises them. he doesn't like the act of pretending, doesn't like the loud voices.

your hand stays on your swollen belly, a habit since your belly started growing. you are carrying your first child. the baby is perfectly healthy as the maesters told you and will be born in two moons. you hold aemond's hand, resting on your thigh. you try to comfort him with soft fingers and a reassuring smile. he looks at you, his lips curved into a little smile.

it's the king's name day. even though viserys targaryen is not present all the evening, he was there at the table for a few moments until he felt tired. the feast still goes on; people dance, eat, and drink. aemond is bored and doesn't want to see his mother's teary eyes, helaena's absent smile, and aegon's scandalous behaviours. his brother keeps drinking like there's no tomorrow and doesn't hide his greedy eyes towards maids.

you bring your face closer to aemond's ear, "would you like to leave, my prince?"

he gives you a worried look. "are you alright, my love?"

you nod, "i am, but we can always use my pregnancy as an excuse to retire early."

he smiles slyly. he loves how you feel his discomfort and try to make it better for him. he would love to leave now, go to your shared chambers and help you sleep with his kisses. he nods, "let me tell my mother."

he stands up, goes to talk to alicent. you stand as well, take a few steps to the stairs connect the royal table with other tables that other people are seated. as you see aemond approaching you, you turn your head to alicent's way and give her a little smile. you turn your direction back to the stairs and walk slowly.

then comes the moment of aemond targaryen's worst nightmare.

you can't even recall how, but your foot slips when you are on the stairs and you lose your balance. your hand immediately goes for your belly but you can't stop yourself from falling.

a sharp pain. that's all you feel. your head feels heavy and your legs don't seem to remember how to carry you. aemond isn't quick enough to catch you from the distance he stands. he goes to your side, sees your face covered in the look of pain and desperation. his hands stay on your body, checking if you are alright.

"my love...talk to me, please."

you sob, everyone is there, too crowded and there is no air. pain. between your legs. the ground is shaky. everything is blurry.

"aemond...our baby-it hurts."

alicent screams for the maesters. her voice is not clear in your ears, your hands never leave your belly. they carry you to your chambers, far away from people. aemond is there, his heart beats too loud, he can hear it. the distance between his eyebrows close as he yells at people around.

you are on the bed now, the pain is there. you hear aemond's voice, explaining what happened to the maester impatiently. the maester tells him that the birth might be started.

"aemond- too soon- too soon. do something, please!" your eyes are slightly open as you beg your husband. you fear of losing your baby. you don't even consider your own life, but your husband does.

aemond would burn the city to the ground if you die.

"the princess must give birth right now, my prince."

you try to reach for his hand. he is there by your side. he looks like he is in pain, he kisses your hairline and holds your hand. "stay calm, my love. we will be alright."

your prince is a rational man. he knows he should keep you calm and strong. he can endure this pain, he can even get used to it. if he wants you to stay healthy and alive, he should ease off your worries. the birth is earlier than it would be under normal conditions but that shouldn't mean the baby and you will be in a certain danger.

"i know the birth is early, but you shall be alright. you are my strong wife, remember? try to stay calm for us, for me and for our baby, please. i'm right here with you."

his voice is an anchor. you try to breathe steadily and even though your head hurts with the feeling of imbalance you do not wish to care for it.

the maester and your handmaids are in the chamber. they are in a rush, all devoted to you and your prince. you can understand that aemond's presence and his stern voice helps little for them to complete their duties.

you hear the maester's desperate voice. "my prince, you shall not be in here."

your husband answers with the coldest tone. "if any of you ever dare to tell me to leave my wife, i will make sure of your painful deaths caused by vhagar."

the maester accepts his words unwillingly. you care little for it. you are too tired, you don't know what to do, you don't want to die here. aemond stays next to you, holds your hand and caresses your hair with his free hand.

"you will not leave me. did you hear that, sweet wife? everything will be fine."

you blink slowly. you try to hold onto that warm tone of his voice. you feel the maester's hands on your body, he keeps telling you to push. you spend all your strength but it feels impossible. it feels like death and you are more scared for your baby than you are scared for yourself. with a little conscious you pray for your baby. for your husband. let them be fine.

aemond is terrified. there's no other word to describe how he feels. he is scared. he keeps thinking about the endless possibilities. he tries to look strong but this is harder than all the battles and duels.

alicent is in the chambers too, watching her son with worried eyes. she fears for your life, she prays and prays and prays. she sees how aemond tries to create a safe space for you. how he tries for you to focus on the birth instead of the fear of death.

"once more, princess."

you scream. you are sure the entire keep is covered with your screams. you lost the count of time. how many hours have passed, is it morning yet? you don't know. then you feel a sudden relief. your baby leaves your body and all your muscles shakes at the feeling.

"a son, your grace!"

you try to see your baby but you don't have the strength to lift your head enough. a boy. a beautiful boy. you wait to hear his cry but there is no voice. aemond stays frozen, he doesn't let go of your hand, his tears are ready to fall.

then the most beautiful sound you've ever heard fills the room.

your son cries and the maester smiles. "there is nothing to worry now, my prince. the little prince looks quite healthy. "

aemond smiles and looks at you. he knows how tired you are but you manage to give him a smile anyway. the relief of your son being healthy and safe is too strong to resist and you close your eyes.

the maids clean the baby and wrap clean, white clothing around him. aemond reaches to hold his son. his son.

the feeling is quite strange for the one eyed prince. he still fears for you but holding his baby in his arms is a relief. he holds him for what feels like an eternity. he memorises the baby's facial features, all the same with his, only with the shape of your mouth. he watches, mesmerised and happy.

alicent approaches closer to her son. aemond looks at her and puts the baby in her arms securely after pressing a little kiss on his forehead. alicent smiles to her grandson, proud and relieved. her worries lessen when she sees how healthy the baby is even though he was born two moons early.

aemond sits on the edge of the bed. your handmaids clean the bed, there is no blood now. you are in a clean space, your eyes closed and your hair messy. he brushes his fingers on your cheek gently, prays to the gods to give you back to him. he prays for you to find your balance again, to be happy now that your son is here. he prays for you to wake up, to tell him you're fine, to ask him about the baby's name. he wishes for you to tell him all your name choices and decide what's your desire to call your boy. he just wishes for you to come back to him.

he keeps stroking your cheek when you open your eyes. your eyes are unfocused for a moment, then you see him. he looks exhausted but when he realizes you open your eyes, he cups your cheek. "my love?"

"aemond, our son-" your voice doesn't feel like your own. you can't complete your clumsy sentence.

"he is alright. a perfect boy, healthy and safe. how do you feel, my lady?"

you sigh in comfort when he tells you about your son. "i'll be better."

"yes, you will. you will be better. than we will choose a name for our boy, hmm? would you like that?"

you nod. "yes. it would be lovely."

your prince takes a deep breath. the experience was terrifying but you survived. he leans and kisses your forehead affectionally. "you have done perfectly. i love you."

"i love you. thank you for never leaving, my prince."

he shakes his head. "i will be by your side until the end of my days."

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joshlmbrt · 4 months

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A Head That’s Full Of Woe. cowboy!s. harrington x r

w; mentions of death, injury, steve’s a lil condescending - but that’s just him at the moment, r drools over him hehe.

an; COWBOY!STEVE AU!!!! also, i’d like to credit everyone who has done an AMAZING cowboy!steve au - that’s what gave me inspiration - but it would take TOO long! i hope u all enjoy<3

MONTANA, TENNESSEE.

His truck was about to give out. Tennessee was a far drive from Kentucky - especially when his engine in Doris isn’t that good and needed a new one.

His caramel strands blow violently from the wind that was keeping him cool from the humid air. His honey eyes quickly read over the ‘WELCOME TO TENNESSEE’ and he lets out a small sigh.

He hated coming here. Hated being reminded of his childhood and his brother. It was worse when it was winter - the bitter wind and icy roads. But inheritance called his name - literally.

He remembered his Aunt Brenda. She always wore red lipstick, Miss Me jeans, her own belt buckle she had made herself, and smelled like lemon and something else he couldn’t quite place. She was never married, never had any kids, and was a dependent woman. And she used to always send Steve $200 for his birthday.

He didn’t want to go to the funeral - and he sure did hear a lot of yappin’ from his father that mouthed off - but he’s never been to one after Aaron’s. That was the last time he’s ever been to one. Even if they were gone, it was almost like if you watched them get lowered into the ground was actual proof that they were never coming back. He didn’t like that feeling.

Maybe one day he’ll visit Brenda’s gravestone, leave some flowers and stay awhile to talk to her and apologize, maybe he’ll even visit Aaron.

But that would be saved for another day. When he felt like letting out the ocean of tears he’s held in since 5th grade when his father laughed at his face for crying over a broken arm - told him to suck it up and walk it off.

‘It heals.’

And sure. It healed. But the words never did and the feeling he still felt when he still replayed the words in his mind when he would almost chop his finger off when cutting wood.

He could still smell the smooth honey bourbon on his hot breath.

The driveway is more rockier than he remembers and if he looked in the rearview, he could see just how much dust was flying out from behind him.

He parks in front of the house, letting out a breath as he stares at the front of the home. He could hear distance moos in the background and some whining from horses. He opens the drivers side, sliding out and slamming the door shut behind him.

His boots make imprints on the ground, some falling to the wooden, rickety steps. He stops in front of the door, looking down at the ground. He kneels down, running the tip of his finger over the carved letters.

S.H

A.H

BROTHERS FOREVER.

He lets out a small huff, shaking his head. He stands back up, pushing the small strand that had fallen against his forehead, pulling a key from his pocket that the lawyer had given him. He pushes it in, unlocking the door and pushing the door open.

He steps in, tossing the key towards a table that had been placed next to the door. He then takes a moment to look around, thumbs in his pocket.

He slowly steps further into the house, turning on his heels, head tilting up and staring at the chandelier that had been dangling there for quite some time.

He brings his hand up, rubbing at the scruff that littered his jaw, walking out of the house and down the steps again. Circling around back, his eyes land on a small house further down, past the barn a little ways.

He lets out a small hum, brows pinching as he looks away. He walked towards a stump that had an ax lodged into the center, resting it on his shoulder.

He supposes he should go ahead and cut some wood - sometimes the winter could take you by surprise.

✪

You press on the breaks, Robin grumbling in the back and Eddie holding out his arms.

“Hey!”

“Thanks for the warning!” Eddie wipes the water from the corner of his lips before looking over at you. “What’s your deal?”

“I’ll be back.” You put the car in park, slipping out of the car. You walk around the back of the house, stumbling over your boots.

A man clad in Levi’s that had dirt streaking up the front, boots dirty and worn. The tank top he was wearing had clung to his skin - some sweat being caused from the sweltering heat - a small gold chain moving when his arms lifted, grunting as he brought it down, effectively chopping the wood in two.

“Can I help you?” You blink a couple of times, hand clenching at your side. His voice was much softer with just a hint of gruffness around the edges and a slight accent.

You clear your throat, straighten your back and nod. “This is private property.”

He smirks, lodging the ax into the stump before walking closer. He had a sway in his step. “Is that right?” He brings his hand to his mouth, teeth catching the glove and pulling it from his hand.

You watch as he pulls the other off, tossing them into a wheelbarrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He tilts his head, brows lifting just an inch. “Well?”

You clear your throat again, nodding. “Yes. That’s right. Brenda Harrington lives-lived here,” You state. “She, uh, she passed. Her nephew is supposed to be here.”

“Best I better be on my way then, huh?”

“You should. What made you think you could just waltz into someone’s house and then chop wood?”

He chuckles, reaching into his back pocket. He pulls a pack of Camel Reds out of his pocket, sliding one out of the pack and offering it to you.

Your mouth parts as you stare down at it before looking at him. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs, bringing it up to his lips before stuffing the pack back into his back pocket and pulls out the metal Zippo and lights it. His chest gleams under the sun when he inhales deeply. He pulls it away and turns his head, blowing the smoke out to the side.

“If it’s private property, then why are you standin’ here?” He flicks some ash to the ground.

You frown. “Because I saw the door wide open and wanted to know what happened. And I live in that h-” You pause, pinching your brows together when you see his shoulders shaking. “What’s so funny?”

He holds out his hand. “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington. Brenda’s nephew.” Steve could’ve been mean, let it keep going if he wanted to. Get a rise out of you - but he started to feel bad.

You let out a small breath, shoulders sagging. You felt a bit embarrassed, but Brenda took care of you - you’d do the same for her.

You hesitate, but shake his hand and introduce yourself. “She let me live here… I’m not no trouble, or anything. Now… my two roommates on the other hand, they can be a bit rowdy at times. But they know when to stop.”

“You tell them to knock it off?”

You let out a small laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Sorry about… all that.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. At least someone still cares about the land.”

You hear your name being called from the front of the house. You turn, looking over your shoulder before looking back at Steve. “Well… Sorry again. I need to get them home,” You nod. “They both have a shift tonight.”

Steve nods and watches as you walk away. “Have a nice rest of the day.” He waves, turning and walking back towards the stump.

“You too.” You wave, turn and walk around the house. You let out a small breath, slipping back into your car, shutting the door.

“What took so long?”

“Made a complete fool of myself,” You grumble, driving up the road towards your house. “Thought someone came up and was trying to squat, but it turns out it was Brenda’s nephew.”

You park the car under the carport - it was rickety. You and Eddie had made it to keep his truck and your car underneath when the hail storms would come around.

“Do I see a small blush on your cheeks?” Robin pokes at them when she gets a good look at you. You swat her hands away, walking towards the house.

“No. No, it’s not. It’s hot out here.” You mutter, stepping inside and immediately toeing off your boots.

“I think she’s lyin’ to us, Munson.”

He chuckles, spitting the rest of the tobacco out of his mouth before stepping inside and shutting the door. He pulls off the red flannel, leaving him in the black undershirt he had on. “I think she is too. But I’m tired, so goodnight, little birdies.”

“It’s not nighttime, Eds.” You let out a small laugh, pulling out a pan.

“Well… Afternoon, then.”

“Yeah, I better get some sleep as well,” Robin yawns. She walks down the small hallway. “No stalkin’ our new neighbor, now!”

You grumble to yourself, rolling your eyes and start pulling out some ingredients.

✪

Steve scratches at his neck, mumbling to himself as he walks to the door. He yanks it open. “Yeah?”

You stumble back a bit, face hot when your eyes land on him. His tank top had been discarded when he had first stepped into the threshold, falling onto the couch and immediately knocking out.

His belt buckle had been unbuckled and was hanging from the sides.

He lifts a brow. “You sure do have a starin’ problem.”

You look back up, shaking your head. “S-sorry,” You gulp, holding out a basket. “I… uh, I made some homemade biscuits and gravy, there’s a couple slices of turkey in there. Oh, and a pie.”

He lifts a brow, eyes darting down to the basket. The thought made his stomach growl - he hadn’t had anything besides a bag of jerky and a bottle of water. He grabs the handles. “Thanks.” He gives you a small smile.

“Yeah… If you need anything, just give me a holler. My landline is on Brenda’s refrigerator - I think.”

He nods. “I’ll remember that. Same for you.”

You give him a small smile, turning and walking off the steps and down the road, a small cat near your side, his tail dragging against your leg. You stop and bend to pick him up, scratching at his ears before continuing the long walk.

He leans against the doorway, shaking his head and smiles to himself. He steps in and shuts the door, locking it before making his way into the kitchen. He places the basket down, looking inside.

‘Hope you enjoy. :)’

steve tags; @officerrrfriendly, @keerygal, @lavendermunson, @whisperingwillowxox, @alltoomay, @queercodedcharacter, @halflifejess, @aliensufo

some moots that might like to be tagged - let me know if you’d like to be untagged! (ill immediately untag <3)- @s6raphic, @reidsbtch, @keeksandgigz, @taintedcigs, @chrrymunson, @stevesxyellowxsweater, @southerngothicchic, @rosebudsgarden, @xxhellfirebunnyxx

thank you for reading! comments, requests, reblogs, likes, & feedback is welcomed, encouraged, & deeply appreciated!🧸

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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dabi x reader | huggles mc'cuddles

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DABI!! ITS FINALLY HERE!!! i got a request for a dabi x reader cuddling fic and that is exactly what this is. just pure fluff. completely sfw it's literally just what the title suggests. this is also FOUR THOUSAND WORDS. this is my first proper fanfiction ever so it probably isn't the best but i worked really really hard on it so please be nice! i am not an actual writer i do this for funzies, constructive criticism is appreciated though! if this seems out of character for him just know i'm holding a gun from the abyss right behind him the whole time forcing him to be soft and have feelings. also there's a lot of himiko in this can u tell i love her... ive got a himiko request coming out soon! also tysm to my friend @ko-konutty for helping me edit this!! thank them for all of the capitalization and correct punctuation lmao

It's movie night at the league. The main TV is set up in the living room and the tables are filled with pizza boxes along with various snacks catered to everyone's individual tastes (Like the blood pouches Himiko demands). It's finally your turn to choose the night's movie. And you, naturally, pick your favorite. It results in some groaning over having to watch it again, which you so diligently ignore.

Quickly pressing the play button, you all start grabbing your food and get settled into your seats to watch. The arrangements end up with you and Dabi on a couch together, Toga and Twice squeezing themselves onto one chair- and Shigaraki, who claimed an arm chair at his own corner where he played with his switch. Not even pretending to pay attention to the movie since he's seen it at least three times already. Spinner and Magne are sat right next to him on two bean bags, which are actually facing the TV. And lastly, sat further away from the group, are Kurogiri and Mr. Compress. Chatting in low voices. You can see as Kurogiri makes Sako a drink at the bar; making an effort to not disturb anyone who is paying attention.

Really, everything should've been fine. You're surrounded by the people you dare call friends, with food and snacks along with your favorite movie playing. But you just can't help but be stuck in a bad mood.

Your entire month had pretty much been shit. Well- your entire year really. And you just. Really really needed a hug right now.

As much as you tried to pay attention to your favorite movie and try to eat your meal before it got cold, you just couldn't focus for a second. Normally, you'd be eating and chatting with everyone else. You're typically giving commentary on the movie and/or reciting lines, but this time you just couldn't drown out your thoughts.

As a matter of fact, you'd been so deep in your own head that you didn't even notice the concerned glances thrown your way from multiple members of the league over the fact that you've been quiet throughout the entire movie.

Hell, you didn't even notice the curious bright blue eyes burning holes onto the side of your head from the opposite end of the couch. Not 'til a rough voice startled you from your thoughts.

"You alright?" Dabi asked lowly.

He had leaned closer. You had never been so close to the man before- his face just a few inches from yours in order to not be heard by anyone else, giving you the illusion of privacy. You could clearly see the concern in his eyes while asking, despite the rest of his face seeming blank.

He'd never admit to concern. But in all honesty you'd all been getting quite closer these past few months together. And you knew he actually cared about everyone in the league.

Especially you.

Who so far has been the most resistant to the "Family bonding time" as Himiko liked to call it.

Despite him asking you a question- you couldn't stop yourself from admiring just how pretty he was. Especially this close up. His beautiful blue eyes, his facial piercings, the little frown he sets when he's trying to put on his blank expression.

He watches as you start to zone out in real time, but just before you can get completely lost in your thoughts again- he snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Mmmmhmm" you hum.

You're still distracted looking at the staples lining his skin, not paying much attention to his words. Surveying the room in order to continue to not make eye contact- you easily spot two heads already peering back at you. Making both Himiko and Jin freeze while they were 'sneaking' you concerned glances from their shared chair.

Ignoring them for now, and having let the silence stretch a little too long, you eventually bring your eyes back up to meet the intense blue ones of the man at your side. You watch as he huffs at your lack of an answer, flopping back on the seat he claimed as his own.

He wants to let it drop there, it's clear you don't want to talk about whatever's bothering you with him. He should just go back to watching the movie. So, that's what he does. … For a few minutes.

But he just can't stop the concern he feels over your odd behavior tonight. He's debating on whether or not to question you again- only to notice he's been unconsciously bouncing his leg. Deciding to just bite the bullet, he chooses a different approach.

Making sure he catches your eye this time- he asks again. "Seriously. You alright? You're completely out of it today."

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, he can literally see the cogs turning in your mind. It's as clear as day you want to ask him something, it's written all over your face. And in a surprising act of patience- he stays quiet. Allowing you time to fully form your thoughts.

This turned out to be the right move as you start speaking after a moment of silence.

"Could you.... could I get a hug?" you ask hesitantly.

Looking up at him from under your lashes, fidgeting with your hands, clearly nervous about his answer. But trying to appear unaffected. He can't even focus on your face though, because as soon as you asked, his eyes blew wide, his heartbeat picked up, and he was speechless. He's absolutely floored by your question as people don't tend to just ask him things like that.

At his silence you were starting to feel disheartened. Opening your mouth to quickly backtrack and apologize for asking but he interrupts that train of thought with a soft sigh before you can get the words out.

"You...want a.. hug?" He asks in a voice you've never heard from him before.

He's unable to look you in the eye to hear your answer- even if he's sure of what it's going to be since it is what you asked afterall. But It doesn't change the fact that his heart is racing just at the thought.

Lifting his eyes up to keep them from going back to your face: He spots Himiko and Jin on their shared chair. Right behind your head to his view on the couch. Both vigorously nodding their heads along to your request- encouraging him to agree.

…

As if he would deny you anything.

You may have only known each for a few months, but he's developed quite a soft spot for you over that time. This fact goes unnoticed by you, but not the rest of your friends as he's frequently teased about it by Himiko damn near daily. The teasing often leading to him storming out of whatever room he's in with a light pink blush dusting the healthy parts of his face, only to get teased by other members as soon as he's spotted fleeing Himiko.

He only meets your gaze again when he sees Himiko miming stabbing him if he refuses.

Turning back to face you- he sees your face is fully lit up by the TV. Bringing his attention to the dark circles under your eyes. He's honestly unsure of how he hadn't seen them before. Now that he's paying attention, he also sees the exhaustion in your body language. You've slumped into yourself, looking incredibly tense. He has no clue how long you've been like this without any one of them noticing.

But in their defense, you're not particularly close to anyone here. Always staying on the sidelines, always by yourself- Even when invited to hang out by the more friendly members of the league, You've made sure to keep your distance from them, your walls built up high around you. They can see it though. The way you're hurting yourself more by keeping a distance from them, refusing to get attached to anyone. They can see how you're suffering alone.

They see it so clearly, they've all been in your exact position. They WERE in your exact position right before they found the league. And they know that as much as they want to- they can't just force it. They can't force you to open up to them and be part of the family they’ve made. They have to wait for you to be open to reaching out. To want to form bonds again. And- here you are. Finally starting to break out from the hard shell you have around them, seeking comfort.

And you're asking for it from him of all people?

"Yeah.. if it's okay with you? You're just.. really warm." You explain in a soft voice, afraid of him denying you after you barely managed to find the courage to ask in the first place.

"Uhh.. Yeah. Sure. Of course." He rambles nervously, heart racing in anticipation at the idea.

He's quick to move. Settling fully on the couch in a position that'll be comfortable for the both of you. As soon as he's found it, he opens his arms in invitation- making it so that his lap is completely free for however you want to place yourself.

Despite his easy acceptance, when you easily slide yourself onto his lap- he can't help but tense up. He's reeling over being the recipient of such attention; despite him having expected it. However, he's no where near uncomfortable with the closeness.

You clearly already had an idea of how you wanted the hug to go before asking him as you wasted no time situating yourself over his lap to face him, chest to chest. Your knees bracketing his hips on the couch and wrapping your arms around his waist. You slump forward against him, hooking your chin over his shoulder, and nuzzle into his neck slightly before settling down. Completely comfortable on his lap now.

Once you're still; you feel hands that are almost too hot wrap around your back, pulling you forward the last bit so you're both pressed flush against each other. Those hands then move around your waist to form a light hold.

He's been tense the entire time. That is until you snake your hand up to the top of his head- lightly running your fingers through his soft white hair. Gently scratching his scalp with your nails. The sigh he lets out as he melts into your touch ruffles your hair, but you pay no mind to it.

What you do pay attention to is the fact that this is the first time you'd ever been this close to him. Hell, this is the closest you've been to anyone in years. And the main thing that captures your attention is his surprisingly nice scent. You can easily smell the scent of smoke and nicotine that clings onto him at all times, but even beyond that- you notice the smell of the strawberry shampoo Himiko uses. Along with the faintest scent of snow. You never would've guessed it but somehow it fits now that youre smelling it on him.

Being chest to chest with him you also note how warm he is. You've already known this but being this close? It makes it entirely different. You can just feel the heat seeping into your bones. Relaxing your muscles even further. The thought of seeking him out again after a fight to use him as a personal hot pack crosses your mind briefly and you huff a laugh into his shoulder at the thought.

He didn't even feel it, since unknown to you: Dabi's mind has been running wild since the moment you asked him for the hug. And in all honesty, he didn't really know what he had been expecting after asking if you were alright. But this situation definitely was not it.

Still, he's stuck on one thing, he just doesn't really understand why you chose him to request a hug from. Sure he was questioning if you were alright and was right there next to you, but if you just wanted a hug- Why not approach Himiko any of the times you saw her this week? Or even Jin or Spinner? Hell, maybe even Compress!

They're the more welcoming members of the league. Not him. He's not exactly what he'd call approachable. People are usually so scared by his appearance; or at the very least put off at first. He's not really a person most people would look to for a hug. Yet here you are- cuddled up on his lap.

He's not exactly a stranger to being hugged- everyone in the league is aware of Himiko's clinginess after all. But the fact that he was your first choice? Now that added a lot more impact. It's not as if you deny hugs from the other members, you've just never initiated them like you did with him.

That's never happened to him.

He's never been picked first for nearly anything, let alone comfort.

He's not even anyone's first choice of comfort in the league. It's not like he holds it against any one of them, but they all do have members they're closer to than him, and he's fine with that. He's content on his own most of the time, even if he does secretly treasure when the entire league is together the most. Even despite acting as if he didn't enjoy their company.

But, here you are. Taking a wrecking ball to everything he's used to and making him feel warmer than he has in a while. And not in a way relating to his quirk whatsoever. The revelation hits him hard as he unknowingly started to grip your shirt tightly in his fists, balling up the material, but you don't feel it. Already having fallen into a sleepy half asleep state against his shoulders- completely unaware of the way you've made his thoughts race.

You're enjoying the comfort from him as much as possible, especially since it's been over half an hour since the hug started and he still hasn't pushed you off. You're determined to stay here as long as he'll let you. You want to see if he'll let you stay on his lap long enough for you to fall asleep. You're fine sleeping right here, you just want to see if you'd finally be able to sleep for a whole night without nightmares if there's someone with you while you rest, craving just one night with a full 8 hours of sleep.

He only snaps out of his thoughts when he can physically feel Himiko glaring daggers into his head. To put it simply- If looks could kill, he'd be dead. Confused as to what he did, he looks down at you and sees you. Struggling to keep your eyes open, lightly rubbing your face against his shoulder. You had moved to rest your cheek on it instead of your chin, facing his neck, while he was zoned out. He was so out of it he hadn't noticed the soft breathing against his skin until just this second.

Having now been roused from his thoughts, he looks at the time. Taking note of the way you're quickly losing your fight with sleep- he moves for the first time since you climbed on his lap. He's intent on bringing you to your bed, as he doesn't know if he'll have the heart to wake you if you fell asleep on him, and he doesn't want to pick you up while asleep either, in order to not disturb you. He doesn't know how light of a sleeper you are and he's not willing to find out.

He also didn't want you sleeping on the couch anyway. Especially now that they finally have a hideout where everyone gets their own rooms; therefore you have your own perfectly fine bed. Which is much better than a couch. He easily slides his hands under your thighs to lift you up, making it so that you won't have to detach from him until you get to your room, and allowing you to rest against him for a little longer. You let out a quiet yelp in surprise, making a couple members look over at you two when he stands. But- other than Himiko sticking her tongue out at him when he passes her- there's no reaction from anyone else when he starts walking towards the hallway that'll lead to your room, with you, of course, still in his arms.

Your door is unlocked, as it always is because even if you're not close to the league, you trust them. That makes it much easier for Dabi to get in without needing to move you or put you down. Walking in, he can't help but notice the somewhat sparse decorations in your room.

He's not the kind of guy to snoop, but he's interested to see the parts of your personality that he'll be able to pick up from your room. He is the first person you've ever allowed inside afterall. And looking in just from the doorway- he notices a couple posters on your walls. Mainly musical artists and video games from the swift surveying glances he gives them. He also notes one poster ripped at the corner, but keeps walking until he passes your vanity, where he stops for a moment, he sees pictures scattered across the mirrors borders, some having people cut or scratched out of them. He also takes note of the little things you have there on the surface, like the necklace you made with a bead Mr. Compress gave you, along with your collection of makeup, some of which he knows you use in costume, some of which you got from Magne.

Not wanting to spend too much time looking about, making you question why he stopped. So, he continues on towards your bed where he admires the fairy lights you've set up. On your pillows he also spots the bunny plushie Himiko gave you when she found out they're your favorite animal. In all honesty- seeing you having so many gifts from the other members makes him feel a little jealous. He didn't even know you were friendly enough with some of them to receive gifts from.

He wants to give you something that you'll keep with you too, the issue is: He has no idea how to pick out gifts. Maybe one day he'll suck it up and swallow his pride for you to ask Himiko. He knows she'll help him- he just doesn't know if he could take the teasing that would come.

Dismissing that line of thought with a quick shake of his head, he approaches your bedside, bending over it slightly so that you'll fall over it when you release your hold on him.

Except-

instead of releasing and getting into bed, you surprise him for a second time that night by gripping his middle tighter and whining softly. He freezes in place as soon as you do and you start to tense up, worried that maybe you pushed too far by doing that, but before you can move, he speaks up. However, all he does is whisper quietly to you:

“Y’sure you want me to join you, Sweetheart?”

and you can swear you heard his voice break in the middle of asking that, but you don't point it out. You're too embarrassed over your request to actually verbally ask for him to stay with you until you fell asleep, so you just nod against his shoulder, hoping he'll take that as your answer and you won't have to speak up.

Thankfully for you, after that confirmation, he silently stands back up, with you still hanging onto him, and begins to shuffle into your bed, getting the both of you under your plush comforter, one arm wrapped around you the whole time he's moving. He doesn't say another word, he just lies on his back, with you now straddling his abdomen.

Still slightly embarrassed about the situation despite his easy acceptance to your request, you choose to not say anything for now. All you do is readjust yourself and get comfortable. Since he got in bed with you still on top of him, you assume it's alright if you don't get up from where you are.

Because you really don't want to end the most comfortable hug of your life so soon, that's the main reason you didn't want him to leave. But you'll also secretly admit to yourself that you asking him to stay was a bit selfish, as youve wanted to spend more time with him as well. Even if you haven't talked much to each other tonight, this entire ordeal has been a big experience for you. Tonight is the first time you've let your walls down even the slightest bit around another person in years. But what you're not anticipating is the fact that this move is also the first step to joining the makeshift family the league has formed. .

The family they've been trying to bring you into for weeks.

You're lying on top of him in a very similar position to the one y'all were in in the common area. The only real difference now is how you've fully stretched out your legs, and that your face is pressed into his neck instead of his shoulder, fully facing him now.

Once you're done moving about, his arms come back up around you to rest his warm hands against the dip of your back, which makes you release a sleepy sigh. Fully content to surrender to the darkness calling you to rest; there's something bothering you, keeping you from giving in yet. There's one more thing you need to do before you fall asleep. Moving your head up so you can make eye contact with him nstead of his neck, you mumble in a low voice:

“Thank you for this… G’night Dabi."

He doesn't give a response, he just hums and tightens his arms around you. But he doesn't need to say anything, as you're fully asleep within a minute after having said your parting. The heat of his body was making the call of sleep even more irresistible, and now that you said what you wanted to, you were able to give into it. As you fall asleep, you've started to unconsciously grip Dabi’s shirt tightly, curling the fabric around your firsts; as if subconsciously afraid he'd leave you right after you drift off. But of course he doesn't do that.

He would never do that to you.

Instead, he waits until he's sure you're deeply sleeping, listening to the soft sound of your even breathing against his skin, before his eyes find your face. Soaking up every detail he can make out in the low light of your bedroom, he lets himself appreciate your beauty. The only light in the room being from the string of fairy lights within the room; but that's enough for him right now.

In the stillness of your bedroom, with the only movement coming from you contently sleeping over him in your huddle, he finally allows his tears of blood to fall from his eyes. The ones he's been holding off ever since you let him into your room. The urge had only increased as you continued to cling to him, then shocking him by allowing him on your bed with you, to provide you the comfort you've been craving through the night. It had all become too much for him to hold back now that you're unable to see him.

The show of trust hits him hard as he lies there, crying silently as he grips you tighter, as if you're the only thing keeping him from floating away. The fact that he's the first person you've ever let into your room, and probably the first person to hold you like this in a while, if ever, makes his heart beat erratically in his chest. Your show of vulnerability to him of all people is doing something to him. He didn't even realize how cold he had grown until he was shown the lightest bit of sunshine and immediately began to thaw.

You choosing him to be vulnerable with already has him craving being vulnerable back. Already considering how he might initiate the hug next time- desperately wanting this to become a common occurrence.

And under the bed of night, as crimson tears still flowed, he whispered back to your sleeping form.

"Thank you too.. Goodnight.." as he places a kiss to the crown of your head.

For the first time in maybe his whole life, he doesn't fall asleep in pain or to the deafening noise of his thoughts screaming at him, which are filled with intrusive thoughts that sound suspiciously like his father. No. Instead, he falls asleep under you, feeling truly appreciated and wanted for the first time. The smile that spread across his face before falling victim to the lull of your gentle breathing stays on his face the entire night, never even once interrupted by the nightmares of his past he typically deals with every night.

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adracat · 1 year

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G Witch episode 17 thoughts

The one where everything goes wrong (but I like angst so we're cool gwitch, I luv u)

It's late, I'm braindead and emotionally everywhere with this episode but that's just an average Suletta Sunday. Let's go!

We saw this coming a mile away but it's still tough to watch Mio fall right into Prospera's machinations, even if she's aware. She just loves Suletta so much and wants her free, striking a deal with this metaphorical devil to do it. But faustian bargains never come without a heavy price.

Already posted some of my thoughts about this on twitter but there's more room to ramble here so you all will suffer for it. It's so clever and painful for these two to be having two separate convos happening at the same time; a common theme with them like we see in ep10. Mio seems resigned but still checks if Suletta will voluntarily cede Aerial without a duel. Suletta, believing she's being tested after their previous conversation, states firmly she won't. Her desire for Mio''s approval is so blatant, with the added subtext of 'Yes, there are precious things I can't give up.' Aerial is one of them, and I think we'll see Mio is the other. Her little shy looks at Mio are so cute ;-;

Shaddiq is being... Shaddiq. I am wondering what his end goal for gundams will be considering as far as we know, Aerial is the only one that doesn't take a pilot's life. Is he so convinced they're the future for Earthian liberation? It's a quick but interesting bit of intrigue.

LMAO GET WRECKED 5LAN. This was hilarious and a long time coming. I was getting really sick of his predatory antics. Looks like he well and truly burned any lingering fondness. Interesting he lets slip he's not the same Elan though. I wonder if she caught that? Guel coming in clutch for the save was a neat callback to ep1

Too bad for Guel, Suletta is completely down bad for short sassy girlbosses. This convo was quite endearing though since Guel accepts her rejection without a fuss. He even seems to support her feelings for Miorine and vice versa, as we see later. I suspect it's this exchange which prompts Miorine to bargain with him; her support of Jeturk/hand in marriage in exchange for his company backing. It was a tough decision for her to make, returning to a man she despised over love, but the Guel here is very different from ep1 Guel.

GOD, If this doesn't sum up her motivations in a nutshell. She wants Suletta free and happy. Away from her manipulative mother, from gundams, from Benerit; everything Mio does is for Suletta, including trading her own freedom in return and marrying a man she doesn't love. There's something to be said for her martyrdom blinding her to the truth that Suletta loves her just as fiercely. I imagine Mio thinks she's doing what's best for Suletta, that she can move forward without her. Of course, we know the truth. I'm weak for them ;-;(There's also a deep irony when you realize she's effectively doing the same thing as Delling)

I was wondering if Guel would have ptsd after earth, and the answer is OH YEAH. He was a mess. War does a number on you, even if logically you know this is just a duel. I felt bad for him, but I'm glad the show depicted this.

THIS. WAS. SO. RUDE. You can't just reveal Suletta was daydreaming about their future wedding while the godforsaken BIRTHDAY SONG plays. I had to watch that multiple times because of the sheer audacity. And Mio's shaking hands as Suletta basically proposes?? It was too much but hurt so good.

This was interesting though. Before Mio cuts Aerial's power, Eri apologizes. Did she know and was complicit? We read in Cradle Planet Eri wants Suletta to be free of Prospera's revenge, so did she allow this plan because it would give Suletta freedom? I like to think so, tragic as it is.

I knew that visor had something to do with GUND. Something tells me this will be the catalyst to getting Miorine an eye implant. (The ED told me)

Utena parallels aside, this moment was telegraphed from the first conversation between them this episode. I've seen many malign Mio over this, completely ignoring she's making what she *thinks* is the best decision for Suletta.

Is it hypocritical? Unfair? Sure. But it's hardly nonsensical or sudden. She's overly harsh because she believes it'll free Suletta from her entirely. Suletta won't fight for her if she thinks Mio never cared. We the audience know she's being played - Mio knows it too - but she still thinks this is the only way to sever Suletta from her mother. She was faced with a terrible choice and is deciding to be selfless. My heart aches for them both.

This was masterclass in heartbreak, gotta admit. She was twisting that knife. I understand the anger somewhat, but look at the bigger picture here. We can still see Suletta return cool-san, maybe on one knee?

I can't wait until next week when... whaz tha? you say it's TWO WEEKS?! 🫠🫠🫠

#g witch #g witch spoilers #g witch episode 17 #sulemio #miorine rembran #suletta mercury #gundam witch from mercury #guel jeturk #prospera mercury #Guess i'll crawl under a rock #or play zelda ffs

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fluxweeed · 1 year

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Unfinished Friday

ahhh @tackytigerfic what a pleasure it was to get a peek at some hot unreleased tacky words! i'm so intrigued! ron's visions! temporal magic! underground brewing! sad boy dracooooo 🥺 delicious teasing perfection!!!

u were very kind to tag me!! i have a few fics that i know in my heart will never ever see the light of day; my favourite is a longfic that is my take on the classic auror partners trope. it's never getting done. i do not have it in me to write a 100k mutual pining casefic. i know this. we all know this. tragically i think it is also my favourite thing i've ever written – but perhaps that isn't so tragic, bc it means i get a chance to share some of it here now!

quick set-up: harry and draco are paired together on a case, which is going nowhere fast. in an attempt to bond w draco, bc their relationship can be described as awkward at best, harry invites him to his birthday drinks. instead, draco gets drunk and bonds with ron about how funny they think harry is (draco will regret this hugely when he's sober again). this is the immediate aftermath of the pub night.

“He can Floo from mine, the walk might clear his head a little bit.”

“My head is fine, Potty,” Malfoy insisted, tilting alarmingly sideways. Harry grabbed him and ducked under his arm.

“Or he can sleep in one of the spare rooms,” Harry amended.

“Probably for the best,” Hermione said, eyeing Malfoy. She was prevented from saying anything further by Ron planting his face directly into her hair.

“You’re my girlfriend!” Ron told the back of Hermione’s head, his voice muffled. Hermione patted him absently on the shoulder.

“Sure you’ll be all right, Harry?”

Harry thought he had it pretty lucky, actually, as Ron was, as far as Harry could tell, attempting to bury his entire self in Hermione’s hair. Hermione had a large volume of hair, but Ron was a very tall person. Harry didn’t think Ron was going to fit.

“Sure you’ll be all right?” Harry countered.

“Hermione Granger is my girlfriend!” Ron said into Hermione’s neck.

“Where is Weasley going?” Malfoy asked.

“We’re all going home,” Hermione said decisively. “Come on, you silly lump,” she told Ron, who whined when his attempt at nesting in Hermione’s hair was thwarted.

“I don’t want to go home,” Malfoy grumbled. Then he seemed to notice Harry propping him up. “Potter? What are you doing there?”

“I’m making sure you don’t fall flat on your face, you dickhead,” Harry said, trying to steer Malfoy out of the door.

“Oh,” Malfoy said. “That’s… oh.” He fell silent, frowning. Harry didn’t mind, as it left him compliant as Harry half-dragged him out onto Charing Cross Road.

Malfoy stayed quiet as they bade goodnight to the others, and stumbled along without complaint. It was quite a long walk back to Grimmauld Place. Harry usually enjoyed the journey, but it wasn’t long before his shoulders started to ache from hauling a stumbling Malfoy along. He briefly considered the Underground, or maybe a taxi – but Malfoy refused to put his wand away. Harry was hoping that at least if they stayed outside, nobody would notice or care. At least Malfoy wasn’t actually using it.

Harry huffed and shifted under Malfoy’s arm so he could get a better grip. He wished he could cast a feather-light charm, but with Malfoy in the state he was in, a sudden change in gravity wouldn’t do either of them any favours. And anyway – the last thing they needed was for Harry to make the charm too strong (he still wasn’t fully sober, himself) and have Malfoy go floating off over central London.

As they made their way further north, rowdy pubs and clubs gave way to sleepy rows of shops and flats. The difference in atmosphere was startling, and Harry found his ears were ringing from the lack of noise.

“Whatzat sound?” Malfoy demanded.

“Oh, awake, are you? Want to let your feet know?”

Malfoy ignored him and made no attempt to support himself. Instead, he frowned over his shoulder, his neck twisting awkwardly where Harry’s head was in the way. “Your back is screaming.”

“No s’not, that’s just my ears ringing,” Harry said, then realised how stupid that was. “Wait. That’s not right, is it?”

“Potty Potter.” Malfoy snickered. “I think there’s a pixie in your bag, Potty.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to awkwardly twist his neck, but with Malfoy’s arm still slung over him, it was quite impossible to turn his head at all. “He said there wouldn’t be any more pixies,” Harry mumbled, thinking of Seamus, but now Malfoy had pointed it out, Harry realised the noise was indeed coming from behind him.

Harry looked around and spotted a nearby lamppost he could lean Malfoy against while he dug through his bag. Buried under his work robes wasn’t a pixie, but instead –

“Izzat a Sneakoscope?” Malfoy asked. “Why do you even have that? They’re rubbish. Absolute tat.”

“Not this one,” Harry frowned at the twirling top, screaming its distress out of the palm of Harry’s hand. “Hermione charmed it for me. It only reacts to things related to cases I’ve been assigned.” He straightened and looked up and down the quiet street, half expecting to see a swirl of robes, hear the echo of Pansy Parkinson’s wicked laugh.

But nothing waited for him except shuttered shopfronts and closed blinds. Harry held the Sneakoscope up one way, then another, trying to figure out which direction made it wail louder. But his foggy brain was having trouble focusing on anything through the piercing noise. He shook his head to try and clear it.

“Should we call it in, d’you reckon? Get someone to come down here and take a look?”

“What, wake Robards up because someone kicked your bag at the pub and broke your trinket?” Malfoy wrinkled his nose. “It’s four in the morning.”

It was only just gone midnight, but Malfoy had a point nonetheless. “But if something is happening, and we miss it…”

“Look around, Potty!” Malfoy spread his arms dramatically, and nearly lost his balance. “There’s nobody here! Everyone is sleeping! Helloooo, Muggles!” he called.

“Shut the fuck up!” came a muffled yell in response.

The Sneakoscope was still whirring loudly. Harry wrapped his robes around it and stuffed it back in his bag. Unfortunately, silencing the Sneakoscope’s screech didn’t clear Harry’s sluggish thoughts as much as he’d wanted it to.

“I still think we should look into it,” he said doubtfully.

“It’s four in the morning!”

Still wrong, but they were hardly in the right state to be investigating. “Tomorrow, then. We’ll come back.” If Malfoy’s yelling hadn’t stopped the Sneakoscope whirring, it probably wasn’t reacting to the presence of a person, who surely would have Disapparated at the noise.

Malfoy shrugged, the movement somehow still elegant despite his drunken leaning. “If you like.”

Harry hesitated for a moment longer, but temporal inaccuracies or not, Malfoy was right: dragging Robards out of bed in the early hours of a Saturday morning because of a broken Sneakoscope was too great a risk. They’d come back tomorrow and take a proper look around.

He cast a tracking charm on the nearest shopfront – Mickey’s Motors – so they could find their way back tomorrow and stood, hoiking the bag back onto his shoulders. “Come on, then,” he said. “Let’s go.”

Malfoy held an arm out imperiously, and Harry rolled his eyes before ducking under it and letting Malfoy lean on him again.

“Where are we going?”

Harry snorted and hitched Malfoy’s arm more comfortably around his shoulder as they set off towards Islington again. “Where do you think we’re going, Malfoy?”

“I dunno. You’re doing all the walking.”

“You’re bloody right I am,” Harry grumbled. “We’re going back to my house. Lucky for you. I could have been taking you anywhere, you daft bugger.”

“I trust you,” Malfoy said distractedly. “We’re going back to… your house?”

“Yes, idiot.”

Malfoy hummed, and tilted his head so it was resting against Harry’s. “You taking me home, Harry?” he murmured. Harry was forcefully reminded of the Cupboard Incident; Malfoy’s voice was suddenly as low and silky as it had been then. Its effect on Harry hadn’t changed, and he shivered despite the warm evening.

They were a few streets away from Grimmauld Place when Malfoy finally piped up again. “Why have we been walking for hours? I’m hungry.”

“We’ve only been walking for ten minutes since we stopped,” Harry grouched. His back ached from the extra weight of a floppy pure-blood slumped over him. At least Malfoy was talking again, which made Harry feel as if he was slightly better than the lamppost outside Mickey’s Motors, but Malfoy hadn’t yet found it in himself to walk properly. “Although, again, you’re not doing much of the walking, are you?”

“You’re saving me,” Malfoy said, and dissolved into snickers. He didn’t stop giggling – nor did he make any effort to walk unaided – until they stopped in the middle of Grimmauld Place. Harry ducked out from under Malfoy’s arm, but kept a firm grip on him, just in case.

“Wotzat?” Malfoy said. “Are we here? Do you live in a park, Potter?” He looked at the gardens across the road and scrunched his nose.

“I don’t live in a park, Malfoy.”

“Then why are we standing in the street? It’s dark.” He raised his wand as if to ward off any would-be attackers.

Harry couldn’t help but grin. Malfoy was still unsteady on his feet, his hair a mess – hardly an intimidating sight. “I have to tell you something first,” Harry said, automatically glancing around for eavesdroppers. “C’mere.”

Malfoy’s eyes widened and he dropped his arm as Harry leant in to murmur, “I live at number twelve, Grimmauld Place.”

The light from the streetlamp glittered in Malfoy’s wide eyes. “Oh,” he breathed, “I live at number twenty-eight, Ennismore Gardens.”

A snort of laughter burst from Harry. “My house is under Fidelius, you prick.” He nodded his head towards number twelve. “Look.”

Malfoy turned to look at the front steps of number twelve. To Harry, they were as immobile as always, but he remembered how the house had squeezed itself into existence when he’d first seen it. “I’ve never been told a Fidelius secret before.” His voice was hushed.

“Well. I’m honoured to be your first.” Malfoy shot him a look and Harry cleared his throat. “Shall we?”

as ever, i have no clue where anyone else is at re: having done/not done this! please do take this as a sign to share ur hidden gems if you'd like, and if u do pls tag me so i can inhale them!!! ❤️

#my fic #long post #honestly nothing much happens in this scene but it's one of the only ones that is written fairly cohesively haha #perhaps that's why this fic is my fave #bc the stuff i suck at (plot; setting; actually threading things together) i simply did not do lmao #tag game

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blackkwidowed · 2 years

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kind of like a thing where you’re at the bar with your friends and she goes to get the next round when someone approaches Nat and is a bit too insistent and when you notice you just see red and get in a fight with the guy and then Nat is the only one that can calm you down? idk it’s been STUCK in my head for a while now

sorrryyy i was awol for a bit. had a big birthday to celebrate and saw my friends for the first time in a while but here's a little something! i hope u enjoy :))

i've got this image of like, nat glancing at you and giving you a very subtle grin that is just asking for trouble. she doesn't quite realise just how angry this particular guy makes you. he is persistent to say the least, attempting to run a hand up her arm as she leans over the bar. it's when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear that you lose it

you'll walk over with only one thing on your mind- getting that guy far, far away from nat- and she can see it on your face

you are pissed off

she'll have a hand on your chest, squeezing between the two of you so you don't do something silly, but still secretly hoping you'll get a hit in

"calm down, detka" and "cmon, it's okay. lets go home"

she knows full well that you'll take her home, and will likely only make it to the front door before losing control, grabbing her and shoving her against the door to fuck her against it

lots of name calling after btw. nat keens at even the idea of you pinning her down and calling her a messy slut, and the flood between her legs when you tell her just how much you love it when she's so fucked out she can barely form a sentence is your favourite thing ever

#ask #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff smut #bottom nat #bottom!nat #tag:smut

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rainofthetwilight · 2 months

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"I love her your honor I could ramble nonstop about this girl for days lmao" (<- from ur post abt hoor)

may i request some more rambles about her? :3 it can be literally anything abt her u want, idrc :)

ohhhh casey you don't know what train of thought you just started rn lmao

I hope you enjoy my long rambling abt my blorbo <33

okay, so, she's ambidextrous but has a prefrence for her right hand! she does most things with it, and barely uses her left hand sometimes.

her birthday is on 15th april! I'd say she's around her early-mid twenties in DR, not sure about her and bahr's age yet

compared to bahr, her arabic accent isn't that strong when she speaks ninjargon, meanwhile his accent is strong strong compared to hers

she and bahr lived in the same villiage (which was also the same villiage cole lived in), and they'd spend probably the entire day playing together outside ,but everything got gloomier when he left, which made hoor the saddest she'd ever been, she didn't know where he went either so it was even harder to process

hoor is also a fashion obsesser, and posts alot of her own outfits online and is pretty popular for it! she has alot of hijabs, some she doesn't even use, but she keeps them 'just incase' lol. she really likes styling them in different ways, and each outfit can sometimes get different styles, she gets reallyyy picky when picking colours tho

when she gets bored, she likes to embroider (which she is not quite good at yet) and likes to write!

other than being popular for her outfits, she's actually a journalist too! she has a love-hate (mostly hate) relationship with her studio, the only thing making her job fun being some of her coworkers at that point, but she doesn't hate the job itself at all

she's an absolute sucker for pasta, no matter what kind, she'll eat right away like she hasn't eaten in days 😭 she wishes to one day make some on her own, but with her awful cooking skills she'd probably burn the whole kitchen, she'd just head straight to her mother if she doesn't wanna eat from a restuarant

speaking of that, she lives in an apartment flat that's not so far from her mother's, but close enough so they could be able to visit and see eachother, and to also make sure the other's okay when there's danger. when she first moved in her own apartment, hoor would sometimes stay with her mother for a few days because she didn't like how lonely she felt, she preferred staying with someone than staying alone, so it took a while to get used to (fun fact: hoor's mother's name is tamara :D). hoor also doesn't own a car, but she doesn't see why she should because everything she needs is close to her in the street she lives at (except her studio, which is like, an hour away)

hoor loves to get nicknamed, and her mother knows that well, she calls her "hooriyati" (my freedom), "roh qalby" (soul of my heart), "qalby" (my heart) and every adorable nickname you could think of, bahr would also call her "hoora" or "ruru" as kids, and he still calls her ruru now sometimes

her father, mekawy, had died a few months before her birth, so she didn't know anything about her father other than his pictures and his handwritten notes (some of them being sappy letters that were meant for her mom), she knew he was a good man from the stories her mom would tell her

also, forgot to mention she's another fan of the ninja, and is actually mutuals with cole on chirper! she had the heart attack of her life when he followed her back, it's her biggest flex lmao (she and cole would also speak arabic to eachother in threads and no one would understand what they're saying [and yes, I hc cole as arab, it's real trust me on that 👍])

I think I should stop before this post gets too long lmao 😭 tysm for letting me ramble about my blorbo I love her <333

#bahr next maybe 👀 👀#ninjago #ninjago oc #oc: hoor mekawy #levi's asks #ty for the ask!#casey tag #levi's ted talks

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years

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Hey! Adore ur fics and one shots ur so creative with what u write❤️ I was just wondering if there would be a part 2 to the piece abt nesta having wings and azriel finding out? I loved that one with nyx being a pain in the arse 🥰

Hello! Here is a little part two with Azriel training Nesta.

True to his word, the shadow singer kept Nesta’s secret. Not a word of it had been breathed to anybody. And Nesta had to hope that her nephew wouldn’t remember the moment either. The only time that Azriel had dared to mention it was when Nesta struggled to reach an item off the top shelf in the kitchen. He’d leaned in – ever the gallant male to help – and murmured that it would be far easier for her if she had wings.

‘I’m spending some time with Azriel tomorrow,’ Nesta said casually.

Not casual enough. Cassian prised himself away from sharpening his knives to blink at her.

‘My Azriel?’

‘I hadn’t known he was yours,’ she teased. ‘Yes. He’s your brother. I don’t know him nearly well enough.’

The lie wasn’t good enough. It was flimsy at best. If Cassian wanted to invite himself, they could hardly say no – then they’d have to make up a reason why they were spending time together.

To Nesta’s surprise, Cassian gave a knowing smile then turned back to his weapons. ‘This has nothing to do with my birthday, I’m sure.’

Oops. ‘No,’ Nesta scoffed, doing her best to look as if she were lying. Using his birthday as an excuse was a much better plan.

When the morning came, he kept lingering around the house, dropping hints of things he wanted or needed or what he wanted to do when his birthday came around, and Nesta had to nod along to it all. It wasn’t a lie when she said, ‘We aren’t meeting to plan your birthday.’

It was a relief when Azriel whisked her away with shadow. They landed in a soft meadow somewhere in the south the of the Night Court with only spongey grass and wildflowers for company. There were a few trees too, spilling with lush canopies that offered some shade from the bright morning.

‘Get them out then.’

Nesta covered her chest with her hands, feigning shock. ‘I’ll tell Cassian you said that.’

He snorted with faint amusement. ‘Wings.’

Nesta had to strip down to only a vest on top to release her wings. Azriel watched with fascination as Nesta searched for the thread in her mind and tightened it, feeling the familiar itch and tingle run down her spine as they emerged. She stretched them out before letting them settle.

The shadow singer circled her, admiring them.

Finally, he said, ‘They’re so beautiful. Why would you hide them away?’

‘I should show them off? To be more of a freak than I already am.’

His stone-carved face yielded nothing. ‘Is that what you think you are, Nesta?’

They fluttered of their own accord as a light wind whispered through the meadow. In the times that Nesta was able to examine them in a mirror, they had grown on her. They were pretty things. She had never seen another fae with them.

‘I’ll stand out even more. Different. Other.’

Azriel shook his head. ‘You don’t know how special you are.’ He clapped his hands together. ‘Enough chat. See the tree there. I want you to fly there and back.’

Nesta ran through his initial drills easily. Flight was more difficult in the open; she had to angle her body differently to combat the direction of the wind. Still, she had gone to the tree and back like he requested multiple times, floated up and down on command or left and right. She felt quite pleased with herself until Azriel folded his arms.

‘You’re so slow.’

‘What? I did everything you asked.’

Azriel chuckled. ‘Yes, as if you were taking a casual stroll. There was no urgency. It takes you about eight seconds to land.’ His eyes were bright with challenge. ‘Race me.’

Their first attempt did not go well. The gusts of wind from his massive wings, prevented her own wings from taking flight. He even relented and let her have a head start the next time. Not that it made any difference, Azriel was soon overtaking her. Each time, Nesta’s blood pounded at being chased. It wasn’t making her any quicker.

‘I’ll give you a ten seconds head start.’

‘That’s insulting,’ she argued.

Azriel shrugged. ‘Fly quicker then.’

As Nesta flew, she heard Azriel counting down. Each number made her heart beat faster. The tree was almost in reaching distance. When he bellowed a zero, she felt the change in the wind as he started streaking through the distance between them. She let out a scream like when Elain used to chase her up the stairs in their old house.

In her attempts to reach the tree and land quicker, she pulled her wings up, letting them snap together.

She crashed to the meadow in a heap, inches from the tree, with a mouthful of grass.

‘What was that landing?’ Azriel’s careful composure slipped as he laughed.

‘I beat you,’ she protested, gingerly sitting up.

Azriel’s eyes flitted to the tree that hadn’t been touched. His hand quickly scraped against the bark. ‘I win. That was better. I think I just need to chase you to make you fly quicker.’

Each time they tried, Nesta couldn’t help but let out a shriek the second she knew Azriel was swooping after her. And the landings. They were getting worse. It was a toss up between speed and safety. Nesta was lucky that Azriel had picked a soft meadow for her to crash head-first into rather than rocks, but her body was still aching and bruised from the number of falls she had had.

They changed tact. Azriel would block her path and Nesta had to try and fly past him. It turned out, she was very good at it – once she’d overcome her fear. Her agility was better than his; her wings were smaller, able to veer in a different direction quicker. However, Nesta had been afraid that they wouldn’t change quick enough and she’d collide with him. It meant she changed direction too early, giving Azriel that split-second advantage to move into her way again.

‘Trust your wings. Stop overriding the instinct.’

They stopped for a snack with Azriel examining her wings again as he ate an apple. In the sunlight, they shimmered. ‘Your back doesn’t hurt?’

Nesta shook her head. ‘They’re not heavy. They're not tired yet either. I don’t even have much feeling in them except where they join my back. The underside is a little ticklish.’

The two sets spread out behind her in the sun, as if happy to soak up as many rays as possible while given the opportunity.

‘I know you’re not Illyrian, but amongst their kind, it is considered inappropriate to touch someone’s wings without permission. Especially females. Would I be able to touch yours – to feel the differences?’

Their kind. Not his.

‘Treat yourself,’ she said, leaning forwards so they were on full display.

Azriel brushed his knuckles against the delicate system of veins, marvelling at the burgundies and pinks on the forewings, before trailing lower to the hindwings where the colours turned more indigo and silver. She felt him touch the velvety, thicker frame, following its path towards her spine.

‘They’re unlike anything I’ve seen before.’

The shadow singer was quiet for a moment, eyes still glazing over her wings. It did not make Nesta feel as if she was under an inspection; it was more admiration than anything.

‘I’ve been trying to train you like an Illyrian. But these aren’t Illyrian wings. They’re built differently. I wouldn’t be able to fly in the house like you did, my wings are too big, too powerful.’

‘Show off.’

‘Can you hover on the spot?’

Nesta rose to her feet with a groan then let her wings lift her a foot off the floor. She floated a little higher or slightly to the left, but mostly she maintained her position in the air.

Azriel stood too, lifting his head to look up at her. He raised a hand, holding it near her wings as she fluttered.

‘There’s barely any wind created. They’re narrow. Light. Able to tuck in.’ Again, he circled Nesta, murmuring the odd comment to himself. ‘Will you try and land on top of that tree?’

With Azriel’s reassurances that he’d save her if she fell from that height, they flew together. He suggested that she fly in a zig-zag motion, skimming through the draughts of air that his own wings created – she kept pace with him that way.

Her feet rested against the canopy, her wings holding her steady with their gentle fluttering.

‘You’re not a bat,’ Azriel said, watching as Nesta became more daring and started walking across the tree top with her wings balancing and keeping her up. ‘You’re a butterfly, Nesta.’

Hours had run away from them. The only pains in her body came from all of her crash landings – which Azriel promised they would work on next time, after he’d examined butterflies’ flight. Nesta was almost sad to say goodbye to her wings that day as she shifted them back into her body.

‘There is merit to keeping them a secret,’ Azriel said. ‘It gives you an element of surprise. But I don’t think you should hide them from Cassian.’

‘It’s a bit late now to tell him I have wings.’

Azriel hummed. ‘This could be his birthday present. You and him flying together. He won’t be angry that you’ve hidden it. He loves flying. More than anybody I know. Just… think on it.’

#fairy wing nesta #anon asks

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cool-persom · 11 months

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"Picnic and tea parties"

[ k take note dis is my first ever fic I have written and this is probably horrible cause I have no experiences in writing so yea]

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It was a sunny day outside the warm and cool breeze and the Plains , " why was cinderella so bad at soccer?" , Artemis asked, I don't quite know may i ask why?", Mersia asked, " because she kept running away from the ball!" Artemis laughed and Mersias laughed whole heartedly finding the joke entertaining " My, how funny!" Mersia giggled seeing how much she smiled and loved Artemis was quite proud of herself like she achieved something and Artemis shortly realised she had a gift for her " hey I would like to give you something!" Exlaimed the little girl

The sentence made Mersia quite curious " and may I ask what it is?"

Artemis smiled quickly showing her a flower crown " tada!" She exclaimed which made Mersia widen her eyes and open her mouth a little of how shocked she no one ever gifted her something which was shocking to her she looked at the flower crown then to artemis with black tears threatening to come out " o- oh my.. thank you so..much , how sweet ..., what a kind little one you are" she said while wiping a tear off her eye while smiling

Which made artemis happy to know she liked her gift and made her happy

"Artemis, may u put it on for me?"

She asks while bending down a little which artremis gladly obliged and what she was told and gently placed the flower crown on her head

" do u like it tsi-tsi?" Artremis asks

" Indeed langga, i love it very much thank you" she then responds

Which made artemis happy and spin around with nothing but pure joy

Which was later on returned with a giggle

As they talk and chat around time slowly passes by and the sun setting

Leaving them both with the beautiful view of the Plains the skies and of course the beautiful sunlight

"The sunset is quite beautiful isn't it , Artemis?" Mersia asks

"It rlly is the sunset is soooo beautiful!" Artemis exclaims which made Mersia giggle softly

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It was now nighttime and artemis slowly opening her eyes which she finds herself tucked by a blanket and a small box beside her and her friend , Mersia gone without a trace which it makes it feel like she wasn't their all along ,of course she were their all along why couldn't she asked to herself

Which she saw her brother,Crescent running towards her with a worried and a frustrated look which which made her worried

"Artemis where have you been its late at night ,what have you've been doing all along why must you be so careless you've should've known what time you were coming and father is now frustrated at you?!

"Cresent I'm so srry i- I-"

She was later then cut off by her brother who was now grabbing her wrist and artemis quickly grabbed the small box beside her

A few hours has gone by as artemis

Who was looking at the box curiously and then to the blanket which was worn by Mersia as artemis questioned where her had gone to

Artemis grabbed the box and opened it to which she saw a pendant with a beautiful orange colour shimmering brightly and there was a little crocheted cat that looked quite Identical to her own

And then eyes landed on a little note

" happy belated birthday my dear artemis I'm so srry I couldn't give this to you on your birthday I was quite really busy I hope you could forgive me and could you believe your turned nine now your so grown now I'm so proud of how far you came - Love Mersia .

Artemis smiled reading the note as she hugged the note smiling and drifting off to sleep

[ bro this is so bad also this is pretty much based on a drawing a did yesterday so yea this is absolute crap]

Mersia belongs to me

Artemis belongs to @itzcherrybonbon

Cherry when I said I wanted to write a fic between these two I mean it

#Mersia #Artemis #thisissobad #justmersia and artemis bonding

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hollowslantern · 10 months

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How is is Gideon treated by the narrative? because I feel like fandom treats Gideon as their hot butch sex object and IDK if it's just people thinking u can't sexually harass butches because we're mascs or if TLT actually treated Gideon like Harrow's sex object

oh well quite frankly whatever fans you've been seeing are fucking insane and should probably be put down.

just to get this straight out of the way before i get to the narrative bit, i want make sure we're all on the same page here: gideon and harrow are barely adults. in the first book, gideon is 18 and harrow is 17. gideon never lives long enough to see her 19th birthday, and harrow turns 18 about halfway through the second book. I was literally shocked when I found out their ages because the way fans talk about them made me think they were in their 20s. so yeah I think that talking about them and sexualizing them as if they were grown adults and not the age of like, high school graduates, is at the least extremely uncomfortable.

onto the narrative itself. once again these people you have seen are insane. the first book is from gideons pov and, though the second book is from harrow pov, she doesn't.... actually remember that gideon exists. so we don't see a lot of gideon from harrows pov. regardless, gideon isn't like, sexualized by the narrative. she makes references to her porn magazine collection, she thinks some of the women from other houses are hot & mentions her appreciation of their legs or whatever, she makes thats what she said jokes. that's about as far as it goes. pretty light stuff. harrow is far more reserved when it comes to her attractions, and besides that she's only starting to tolerate gideon in the first book, after hating her their entire lives. not a lot of room for ogling in there.

I think this got a bit away from me but yeah it's not like that people are just weird. in my opinion.

#asks #gtnlb

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cachipss-hee · 6 months

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Hello //%

˚₊‧꒰ა ✎ What is the date today? Yes, it's true that today is October 15 which coincides with the birthday of the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Mpute or rather her long name is Putri Sinta Amelia, very beautiful isn't it? Very beautiful like the visuals of the person who are so charming and very awesome. Sejujurnya aku bingung mau menulis apa untuk hari spesial mu ini, mpute. jadi tolong ngertiin lah kalau ada perkataan ku yang tidak masuk akal ㅋㅋㅋ. Where should I tell you about her? okee Putri Sinta Amelia or I often call her Mputee she is a woman who was born on November 15, in the city of Bandung. I'm sure on that day God must be happy or the weather was sunny that day that's why this beautiful woman was born. ꒰১ ♡ ໒꒱ I'll tell you about Mpute's hobby 𖥉✿꒱ she loves to sing (I think she once posted a story of her singing voice, you know? Hers voice is so beautiful fufufufu I also wanna have a voice as beautiful as her🫠 ) ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ she also likes to write (I am very amazed by hers writing, the way she expresses hers feelings through words, and the way she arranges hers words is very great, I'm not even as good as her to express my feelings to her, ohh she also likes to write good fiction stories /tapi sayang banget egk pernah dilanjutin hwhwhw\ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ she also likes to watch ( she says hers hobby is like a child's hobby, even though there's nothing wrong with having a hobby like that, it's still very fun🫵🏻😠 ) !!! ✎₊֯ ♡! If I ask about hers favorite food, she answers that she likes everything but big no for vegetables, yes she doesn't like vegetables at least!! ( jangan sampe ada yang kasih dia sayurr yaaa🫵🏻🫵🏻 ) ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ && her favorite drink is STRAWBERRY flavored milk!!!! she is also the same as me a matchaaaa lover, my love and mpute loves for matcha is 10000000% aka infinity🍵💗💗 ( oke sdah cukup introducing nya, mari kita lanjut👇🏻💓 )

꒰ ✿ ꒱ Dear* ໒꒱ Mputee – loveeyy! ♡₊˚.

☆.. Mpute... i hope u r doing well. i hope even in the midst of every pain, difficulty and chaos u are committing urself to be a little more kind and gentle with your heart. i know life can be more than difficult sometimes but i hope you are finding the strenghth to keep on going even on those days. i hope things are starting to see the purpose and the good in all that you have been through.

☆.. i know sometimes the world can feel as if it is closing in on you. that life can get so dark and you can feel so lost. but remember it can get better. nothing is forever, there is good in this world and you will find it again. brighter days will come. the light will seek you out and to be lost means that you can always be found.

☆.. If you're feeling lost, please know that it's okay not to see the whole road ahead. Focus on just the next step. And after that, you can take just one more. When you look back, you'll realise just how far those tiny steps have taken you.

☆.. If nothing else, I hope you know that I love you so much with every ounce of my being. I hope you realize your importance not only to me, but to everyone who has been lucky enough to know you. I hope you know that when you're feeling down, I only ever strive for your happiness. I hope you remember that no matter what, I'm here for you and I fully intended of saying this for quite some time. I hope you recognize the fact that I appreciate and adore you without restraints, and that will never ever change.

☆.. i want you to remember that there are so many people out there who love and care about you, even if you think there aren't. this period is a blip in your timeline and the pain will go away. you were put on this world for a reason and no one has the right to take that away from you. you are a strong, beautiful person, no matter what anybody says. ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT 🫵🏻🫵🏻💗💗💗.

🎀 + ֹ ᘏ⑅ᘏ 🧾 ᧓ ˳ ˙

⟆ׅ ࣪ ❥ 🗝️ On this special day, I wish you all the very best, all the joy you can ever have and may you be blessed abundantly today, tomorrow and the days to come! May you have a fantastic birthday and many more to come...

⟆ׅ ࣪ ❥ 🗝️ may you be filled with laughter, joy and peace with your family and close friends content in all life brings. Through the years, in faith, may you strengthen lives and bear much fruit Bring great glory to our God On this your birthday know you're loved!!! 💭 𖥻 ִ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖.

𓈒 ⃘♡🎀푸트리:﹢신타. 아메리아 "🍓☆°₊

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁๋࣭ ⭑ Something that may be useful to you ꒰۪۪۫𑁬˖

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jj-hayes · 1 year

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PINTEREST BOARD || CONNECTIONS

CHARACTER INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Jacob James “JJ” Hayes

FACECLAIM: Ben Barnes

GENDER: Cis-Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 36 + August 20, 1986

LENGTH OF TIME IN FAIRFORD: His whole life

HOUSING: Coral Coast

OCCUPATION: Attending Pediatric Surgeon at Elite Wellness Collective

PERSONALITY: Positive Traits - Caring, Responsible & Family-Oriented. Negative Traits - Stubborn, Pragmatic & Competitive.

DIGGING DEEPER

“What’s it like, living in Fairford? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?”

There is a pause in JJ’s step as he ponders his answer to this question. His brows furrowed in all seriousness as he tried to fathom his thoughts in regards to how he feels about his hometown. Where could he even start? What could he even say? How could he possibly describe how much he loved this town? “It’s… home.” A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, the squint in his eyes bringing out the crows feet that were barely visible; he really was getting old, wasn’t he? “My grandparents moved out here in the fifties in hopes of settling down, and starting a family. I mean, it was mostly because Granddad got a job as a doctor here at the hospital, and Nana was just tagging along. But they made it work somehow. They had my dad, and then my aunts… they saw this town for what it was, a great place to raise their kids. I think they really enjoyed the suburban life, if I’m being honest. I mean, of course they did. It was the fifties.” A laugh, and he shakes his head. “It was the same with my dad though. Even though he moved away for college, he always saw himself coming back to Fairford, working at the same hospital where Granddad had worked for decades. He met mom in college, and managed to convince her to move here… so there’s that. I’d say that the love for this town runs in the family.” Not that there was much to be ashamed about that. “Me? Unlike my father, I decided to stay home for school. Seattle U for Pre-Med, and then University of Washington for med school. Seattle wasn’t that far of a commute from Fairford, and I lived at home… saved a lot of money, and I lived off of mom’s cooking..” He admits with a soft chuckle. “I liked being home. It made me feel safe. I don’t think I can complain.” Of course, there had been many instances when JJ could have left Fairford for good. But he could not see himself leaving this town; it held a lot of history, and he had strong emotional ties to it. “I can’t imagine living anywhere else, if I’m being honest. I never wanted to leave. I’m happy to be a third generation medical professional being employed by the Elite Wellness Collective, and… I live by the coast, so that’s always fun. A really nice view of the beach. Plus, now I get to raise my daughter in this town… let her make her mark on it, just like the rest of us Hayes’.”

“If you could recommend one hidden gem around town everyone should try, what is it? What makes it so special?”

JJ stifles a yawn before he brings his hand to rub at his eyes–bloodshot, a sign that he had not been getting much sleep lately. “There’s this little nook between the bookshelves at the far end of the National Memorial Library… it’s between the history book section, and the newspaper archives. Best place to take a nap.” He cannot help the chuckle that escapes his lips as he says that, and he takes a rather generous sip of his coffee from the travel mug in his hand. “I’ve taken quite a lot of naps there when I was a med student… late-night studying sessions, exam season, you know how it is. But now I’m a full-time surgeon, and a single father to an eight-month old, so sleep is just… non-existent.”

“What’s your family like? Are you still close, or have you blocked all their numbers?”

“Where do I start?” The hearty laugh that bubbles out of his lips is loud, and he shakes his head before he lets out a sigh of what seems to be contentment. “Us Hayes’ are a tight-knit bunch. Of course, there’s mom, dad, and CJ–Connor James, my kid brother.” He points out, followed by a nod of his head before he runs his hand through his hair. “After Granddad and Nana passed away, my dad stayed close to his three sisters–my aunts… and with them came my uncles, and so many cousins.” It was true. Though the Hayes family tree was not as large as any one of the ten founding families of Fairford, their branches were widespread. “But of course, I have to mention my family’s newest addition–Amelia Jane Hayes, my adoptive daughter.” The smile on his lips becomes wider when he brings up his daughter. “Being a single dad, I don’t think I could do it without my family’s help… They've supported me through this whole adoption process, and I’m so happy that Mia gets to have such a big, loving family.”

“We’ve all had our fair share of shit hit the fan and moments in the sun — tell me about a defining moment in your life, good or bad.”

A sigh escapes his lips as he recalls the moment that changed his life forever, though a smile finds its place across his features soon after. “The day I met Mia–the day my entire life took a turn for the better. Eight months ago now. It was a typical day at the hospital, you know? I had been working since dawn, and I had just gotten out of surgery. I was paged down to the Emergency Room for a consult, so I went down there, as one does… and there she was.” JJ could not deny that the day had been etched into his memory, and he shook his head as the scene of the wailing infant being rocked in the arms of a firefighter played in his head. “Her birth parents had left her outside of the fire station–a safe surrender, they call it. The firefighter brought her into the ER to get her checked out. She was less than a week old at the time, and one of our ER doctors found a heart murmur. They had me come in for a surgical consult, and of course–I operated on her heart. She’s a fighter, my little Mia, even then.” “Since it was a safe surrender, there was no point in looking for her birth parents. Besides, it was impossible to find them… it could have been someone visiting, or passing through Fairford for all we know.” He explains with a shrug of his shoulders. “It doesn’t matter though. The state assigned a social worker as her legal guardian for the course of her stay at the hospital, and then she was meant to be put in foster care.”

“But after her surgery, I noticed that Mia was all alone in the NICU. She had no visitors, no one to sit with her… no loved ones to care. Just a state assigned social worker who could not give a crap. That wasn’t so fair, was it? So, I started sitting with her whenever I could. I sat with her every night for two months, whether I was on call, or not, I was always at the hospital. I was just watching her… holding her hand, talking to her, singing to her. I just didn’t want her to be alone, you know?” Another smile appears on his lips, and though it was small, it was genuine nevertheless. “I think that’s when I knew… I just knew that I was meant to be Mia’s dad.”

“It’s the little things in life; tell me three things that bring you a great deal of joy or put a smile on your face.”

“Three things that bring me a great deal of joy…” JJ pauses again for a moment to gather his thoughts. “Surgery, that’s a big one. I love seeing the little kiddos I’ve helped thrive once they leave the hospital. Mom’s cooking… of course, no need to explain that one. And the third thing that brings me joy? I mean… Can I say Mia? I’ll say Mia. She’s my little bundle of joy.” And if that smile on his lips says anything, it was that his daughter really was his little bundle of joy.

BIOGRAPHY

It all started in the summer of 1953, when Dr. Conrad Hayes, and his wife Betty-Jane Hayes packed up their life in the Big Apple, and moved across the country to Fairford, Washington. Dr. Hayes had just landed himself a job at the local hospital in town, and had not been sure at first if his wife would agree to the cross-country move. But Betty-Jane had always dreamed of having a small town life, and felt that the move would be right for them as they were about to start their family.

Conrad, and Betty-Jane settled down in the suburbs of Fairford, and had four children. Ronald, the oldest, had followed in his father’s footsteps to become a doctor as well–a neurosurgeon, to be specific. He left home at eighteen to attend Columbia University–Conrad’s alma mater. There he had met the woman who would eventually become the love of his life. Celia Dumont had moved to New York with big city dreams of her own–go to college, become a doctor, and fall in love. Thankfully, her dreams had all come true when she had met Ronald Hayes in her first year human anatomy class, and the rest was history.

Just like Conrad, and Betty-Jane had left New York to settle down in Fairford, their son Ronald had brought Celia to his hometown that summer in hopes that she would also want to raise their family there. Needless to say, Celia had fallen in love with this town from the moment she had arrived. She was putting down her roots after agreeing that they would live there after they married. Between applying for the residency program in obstetrics, and gynecology at the local hospital, and planning her wedding with the help of her soon-to-be mother-in-law, and sisters-in-law, it was only a matter of time before she had managed to see Fairford as her home. It was where she wanted to get married to the man of her dreams, and have a family of their own.

Ronald, and Celia married that following summer in a rather intimate ceremony, and settled down in the suburbs of Fairford–just a short walk away from Conrad, and Betty-Jane’s house. They had put off starting a family until the end of their residencies, considering that they had both been keen on getting their careers to a good place before having any children.

Jacob James “JJ” Hayes was born on August 20, 1986–the third generation Hayes to call Fairford his home. He had been loved so dearly by his parents, his grandparents, and his three aunts. He could not have asked for a better family than the one he’d got.

JJ’s childhood had been one that could only be described as idyllic. Despite the fact that he had been raised within the walls of a hospital, loneliness had never been his well-known companion. As a toddler, he was adored by all of the nurses who worked at the hospital. They all knew him as Conrad’s grandson, or as Ronald, and Celia’s son–either way, they saw him as one of their own, and passed him around from one to another whenever they were busy, and keeping an eye on him. He never bothered them when they were working though, oftentimes sitting behind the reception desk, and coloring. A well-behaved kid, they had called him. He felt right at home at the hospital, even then.

By the time JJ had started school, it had become clear that he was quite the studious kid. He excelled academically, whether it was the second grade spelling bee, or the fifth grade science fair. He was winning prizes here, and there, and getting straight A's in all of his classes. The Hayes', and the nurses, could not be more proud of him.

He had also spent most of his time after school in the Pediatrics Ward, playing with the patients there, and keeping them company as they battled whatever illness that had landed them in the hospital. While he could not entirely understand the struggles that were faced by the friends he had made, he had wanted to help them feel better somehow. Not that he had ever thought about what he might want to do in the future–despite what his parents, and his grandfather had done–but he saw it as a possibility. Helping children–little did he know.

But JJ’s childhood had not been entirely spent between the walls of the school, and the hospital. His weekends were spent riding his bike around the town with his cousins, and his friends. Riding from his parents’ house, to his grandparents’ house, and then to each of his aunts’ houses. Playing basketball in the driveway, and breaking several windows in the process; having all of his cousins congregate in his bedroom when his parents had gifted him a stereo system. His childhood had been spent with lots of love, and laughter.

JJ was fifteen years old when his parents had sat him down one day, and told him the news that would forever change his life. They were having a baby. A surprise pregnancy as a result of the trip they had taken to celebrate their twentieth anniversary. Of course, JJ did not particularly mind that little detail. He had been old enough to understand that his parents had loved each other even after all of these years, and knowing that he would be having a younger brother after being the only child in the family for far too long… he could not wait to be a big brother.

While he had initially panicked about the timing of CJ being born–JJ would be leaving for college soon, and he did not want to leave his parents alone with a baby to raise in their forties–he could not convince himself to go to Columbia like his grandfather, and his parents had done. He wanted to stay close to home, to be a part of his brother’s life so that he could teach him all of the little things he could–crawling, walking, riding his bike.

JJ decided to stay in Fairford, living at home while he attended Seattle University for his undergrad in biology, and then the University of Washington for medical school. Of course, he knew that he could have left town if he wanted to. But life in Fairford had been far too kind to him, and he could not imagine leaving all of that behind. His grandparents had moved to this town in order to have a home, and his parents had done the same. He could not see himself giving all of that up.

After graduating from medical school, he completed his residency in Pediatric Surgery with the Elite Wellness Collective–working as a doctor in the same hospital that raised him, alongside some of the doctors, and the nurses he had known since he was a baby. His parents could not be more proud.

Now at thirty six years old, JJ works as an attending pediatric surgeon, and lives in a lavish beach house by the coast. A self-proclaimed workaholic who also has a reputation among his cousins for being chronically single (and dodging all of their attempts at matchmaking), his whole life changed when Mia came into his life. While he had always believed that he could not hold down a relationship–he was a full-time surgeon, and his patients would always come first–he did not think he could ever find someone who would understand his need to focus on his work. But he had not felt so discouraged about being a father. Perhaps it was the fact that he’d had such a loving, happy family life that he had been so certain about giving his adoptive daughter the same. And so far, he had not been wrong about that choice he’d made.

While the Hayes’ time in Fairford had not been as long as the founding families, they had still made their own marks in the town that they now called home–four generations in.

#fairfordintro #about jj

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ik this is probably too much to ask for but can I please have a little story of Henry and Carrie White being besties ^^? I barely see any content of their connection character wise and that makes me sad -Lammy/Carrie

You are so right so let’s change that :)

Summary: AU where Carrie and Henry had known each other in their childhood but the beginning of their true friendship wouldn’t start until they meet again in unexpecting circumstances. In this story, Carrie ends up running away after the events of the prom. (As always I ended up writing more than I thought lol) Thank u the request and hope you like it <3

God’s Plan

Carrie wanted to go home.

The small girl stood outside of the church, wrinkling the fabric of her brown plaid dress between her small fingers. (Carrie was never allowed to wear anything red; it was the color of sin, her mother always told her.)

Mass was over, and Carrie listened to Mama chatting with another woman who she had just met outside the church. She was pretty with her blonde-styled hair and pearls that looked quite expensive. Although her mother was chatting politely to her now, back at home Carrie would later get a lesson about the sin of the day: vanity.

“We always attend mass at least four days of the week,” Mama was bragging to the woman. “ It's one of the few things I will miss from this town. Of course, God will follow us wherever we go.”

“Very true, Ms. White.” The woman nods with a polite grin, showing off her pearly white teeth. She reminded Carrie of one of the dolls that she wanted to get for her birthday, but her mother preferred to get her miniature angel figurines.

“My family and I attend church whenever we can as well.” The woman turns to someone hiding behind her. With her hands on his shoulders, the woman brings up a boy to join them. “This is my son, Henry. His sister must have gone somewhere with her friends. He is the shy one.”

Henry was just as neatly dressed as his mother, but not as chirpy. He says nothing, keeping his hands in front of him.

“Oh, but solitude is a good trait to have, Mrs. Creel,” Mama nods encouragingly. “Makes kids stay out of trouble so that they can spend more time learning about the Lord. Just like my daughter.”

The mother smiled a little and looked down at Henry. “Yes, that's what we are hoping for. Aren’t we?” The boy did not reply, maintaining eye contact on the ground.

The woman’s face faltered at Henry for a second before looking up at them again with her same bright expression and comments, “What a shame that you and your daughter are moving away so soon. Perhaps these two would have gotten more time to become friends.”

Carrie’s mother pursed her lips together before putting on a tight smile. Carrie knew that no matter which boy it was, Mama wanted them all to stir far away from Carrie. “I suppose so, but everything goes according to God’s plan, Mrs. Creel, and we must abide by it.” Mama holds her cross around her neck as she assures her. “If He wants something to occur, it will happen however we least expect it.”

After both mothers gave their final goodbyes. Henry leaves with his mother, never uttering a single word.

Carrie opens her eyes, meeting the blue sky above her. She is walking in the middle of an empty road. Carrie rubs her eyes until she feels the blood that is still smeared on her hand. She blinks rapidly, her senses coming back to her. Carrie’s feet sting from pain as her high heels step on the hard concrete. She has been walking without any sort of direction since last night, dozing off every couple of minutes, but only had one particular dream.

Carrie has no idea why she remembered the church boy now after all these years. Perhaps it is her mind wanting to escape the reality of her life, the part of Carrie wishing to be a little girl again like her mother always wanted her to be.

A tickle in her throat makes Carrie cough. Her drenched dress is making her feel colder. Shortly after Carrie sees a pile of trash bags piled on the side of the road. They must have fallen off someone’s truck. It was like, dare she say, a work of a miracle. Carrie stops to search through the bags until she finds an old blanket. She uses it to wipe the blood off her face and hair before wrapping it around her waist. She shivers as she continues to walk.

The road is still far ahead of her. Everything is quiet. The only thing Carrie can hear is her growling stomach with one demand.

Apple pie. Last time she had told Mama she didn’t want any because it flared up her pimples. But Carrie could really go for some right now.

Carrie continues walking, her eyes closing every few seconds. Her hunger and sleepiness were weighing her down, but she somehow still has the strength to keep going. She thought she would walk forever until a few minutes later, the gray clouds moved just enough for the sun's rays to peek down and brighten her path. Carrie stops in front of the familiar sign that reads “Welcome to Hawkins.”

Carrie’s heart jumps. This was far too much of a coincidence. She somehow made it back to her childhood town without even knowing, just when she had just dreamed it. Was this perhaps a literal sign from heaven?

Carrie continues walking down the road, wondering if Hawkins still looks the same as it used to before. However, she knew better than to go out into the main streets looking like this. So instead Carrie steps out of the road and goes towards a crowd of trees, leading her into the forest.

The sound of a crow croaking echoes down the path. Not being able to take the pain in her feet anymore, Carrie takes off her high heels, tossing them aside and walks barefoot on the grass. She needs to find somewhere to rest. Her legs felt like they were going to fall off.

A few feet away in the middle of the grass is a pile of firewood. Another miracle! She thinks. Carrie quickly goes over, kneeling next to it as she puts her blanket aside. The wood hasn’t been used yet. Carrie had never made a fire before. She rubs the pieces of wood together several times, but not a single spark appears. She continues getting more aggravated with every failed attempt, wishing that her powers could have included the fire element.

“Hey! What are you doing to our wood?”

Two men surround Carrie. She jumps to her feet, quickly grabbing onto the blanket to cover her bloody dress. Carrie’s heart hammers when she notices the shotgun that one of them carried.

This isn’t a miracle, it was a trap.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was yours.” Carrie’s voice quivers as she steps back.

As the men got closer, they scan her up and down with disgusted looks.

“Holy shit. What slaughterhouse did you come from?” One of them snickered.

“I'm warning you.” Her voice was quiet but losing the gentleness from before. “Leave me alone.”

“Calm down, girl.” The man holds the shotgun close to his side. “All we wanna know is how you got here.”

His friend whispers next to him, “Isn’t that the crazy bitch in the newspaper? The one who set a high school on fire?

Carrie keeps backing away and looks behind her. Seeing that there is no other way of escape, she takes a deep breath as she lets the blanket drop from her hand. Carrie swore she wouldn’t do this again, but she is growing tired of these men. They were making her stomach curl and her head buzz, just like how she felt at prom.

Carrie remembers that she also swore to herself that she would never let anyone humiliate her ever again.

Her hand was about to move when suddenly, one of the men yelled as he was lifted into the air, dropping his shotgun to the ground.

“W-what the hell?!” The other man backs away as he stares up in horror. His friend was frozen in the air with his arms stuck to his sides, struggling to scream. From the trees on their left, Carrie sees a young, blonde boy approach with his hand stretched in front of him. He sternly stares at the man in the air who gasps and wheezes, like he was being choked.

Carrie’s mind is still struggling to understand what was happening. It wasn’t until the other man got behind the boy, the gun now in his hands, his hands shaking as he pointed that Carrie finally felt the pressure on her body force her to act.

“No!”

With that, the gun‘s direction is pointed up at the sky, and with a bang, the man’s friend lands on the floor with the bullet through his chest.

The boy turns towards the remaining man. Before he could react, the man is thrown against the tree. When he attempts to run away, Carrie makes his neck simply snap, making him fall on his knees before sprawling onto the grass.

Carrie breathes heavily, still feeling adrenaline of her powers burning through her body.

The boy turned to her, looking a lot calmer than she was. “I assume you must be Carrie White?”

Carrie whips out her hand again as a warning. “Who are you?”

Henry blinks. “You really don’t remember me?”

Carrie thinks her suspicion was impossible, but she whispers, “Henry?”

The boy from her church, the one who she had just dreamed about, stood there a lot taller than before, but it was his same neatly kept blonde hair and the monotonous expression shadowing his blue eyes that confirmed it.

Henry nods. “I’m sure it was my mother who made the biggest impression on you that day. She tends to do that to everyone. Yours did as well, I’m sure. ” Henry talks like they were having a normal conversation that wasn’t happening next to two dead men.

Not letting her guard down, Carrie circles around him, her hand still up. “What are you doing here? And how did you . . .” her voice trails off as she struggles to sort out her jumbled-up brain. The only coherent thought that comes across is when Carrie notices blood running down Henry’s nose.

“You’re bleeding.”

For the first time, Henry smiles a little before wiping his nose. “I think I’m not the one whose bloody appearance is concerning.”

Carrie mumbles, “It’s not my blood.”

Giving a short nod, Henry looks down at her dress. “I figured. It must have been quite a party.”

Carrie narrows her eyes at him. “I’m not in the mood for jokes,” She finally drops her arm and starts walking away from him, but Henry gets in front of her. “What do you want?” She barks.

“I heard about what happened. Our towns aren’t so far away from each other.” Henry explains, paying no mind to Carrie’s glare. “I wanted to help a friend.”

“Friends? We never even talked.”

Henry shrugs. “Whatever you want to call it. Either way, we both murdered these men, and I think that makes us something. Accomplices, at best.

“I didn't need your help.” Carrie huffs. She runs her hands through her hair, feeling the anxiety and anger still knotted in her chest. It wasn’t until she got overwhelmed that she sits under a tree. “I don’t know what’s going on,” she mutters, rubbing her head. “Everything is out of control.”

Henry stands next to her as he looks around the forest. “I would say this situation got under control a lot better than it would have.“

“No, you don’t get it,” Carrie digs her fingernails in the dirt. “I’ve done terrible things, Henry. Awful things.” The sobs that Carrie had buried are now swelling in her throat. “My mother was right. I-I’m the devil. So many people are gone, all because of my sins!” She buries her head into her hands. “All because I disobeyed-“

“Hey, stop.” Henry puts his hand on her shoulder. When she doesn’t listen, he kneels in front of her, grabbing her arms and forcing Carrie to look at him.

“Stop. Crying.” Henry’s voice is firm but gentle. “It’s not going to get us anywhere. Take a deep breath.”

Carrie closes her eyes and inhales deeply before exhaling a couple of times. After a minute, Carrie feels calm enough to acknowledge the reality of who this boy was.

“You’re like me. “

“Yes.” Henry lets go of her and sit down. “I’m guessing your powers developed as a child too.”

Carrie looks at the grass. “Not until later. It just happened one day in school and. . .” She brings her knees up to her chin, not being able to say anything more without feeling the burning shame of the day when she first got her period, humiliated in front of everyone.

“My mama said I was born from sin,” she adds quietly. “That is the reason why I am like this.”

“And do you believe that?” Henry stares at Carrie.

“I don’t know . . . I don’t know what to believe in anymore,” Carrie turns over her red hands as she looks at them. She thought she had all the answers when she first got her powers, but now Carrie is just as lost as before.

“My mother used to tell me that too.” Henry picks up a small spider that is crawling on the bark of the tree. “She was a hypocrite, calling herself a Christian, yet she kept hiding away from her own sins.” Henry settles the spider on the grass. “What a surprise it was for her,” he says with a dry smile, “for a child to destroy the lie she’s been living in.”

Carrie stares at the spider crawl away as she remembers how her mother has raised her. The way she made Carrie recite the several passages worth of prayers, hitting her every time she wanted to do something that she wanted for once, and locking her inside the closet for hours until Carrie was begging for forgiveness, and it was all done in the name of being good for God only for all of it to be destroyed in a high school dance.

Suddenly, an odd feeling starts to rise from Carrie’s chest. It was something that Carrie didn’t think she would ever do again until everything that has occurred clicked together.

Carrie bursts out laughing.

Henry actually looks startled as Carrie falls to the grass and cackles loudly, making herself be heard everywhere in the forest. The tree seems to shake from the vibration.

“What’s so funny?”

Carrie’s cheeks are bright red as she tries to catch her breath. “It’s just hilarious don’t you think?” she sputters as she gets up. “How hard our mothers tried to do everything to keep us down the “good” and “holy” yet everything still went straight to hell!” Carrie’s fist hits the tree, her strength causing a large tree branch to almost fall over them, and she wheezes more laughter.

Henry watches as Carrie gets to the center of the forest, spreading her arms out dramatically. “Of course, none of it works. People like them are the devil. That’s why none of it mattered!” Breathing deeply, Carrie’s eyes lowered to the ground. “None of it mattered,” she states, quieter. “We were damned from the beginning.”

With that, Carrie slowly goes back to where Henry is. She sits down under the tree, turning away from him as she leans her head back against the tree. Carrie’s stomach aches from the intensity of her laughter. She becomes quiet again as she regains her composure, the familiar emotional numbness settling on her once more.

“You’re looking at it wrong.” Henry finally says. “This isn’t damnation, it’s redemption.” Carrie can hear him lean forward. “We both have a gift, and if we work together, we can be our own saviors. You’ve already proven it.

Carrie slightly snorts. “I don’t think there’s anything heroic about destroying my high school prom.”

“It’s a start.” She knew Henry was smiling. “We both can learn from each other. I can even learn to teach you more about how to keep your abilities more stable.”

Henry leans away when Carrie sits up and sighs through her nose. “How do I know if I can trust you?”

Henry shrugs. “You don’t. But your options are limited, and you don’t really have anything more left to lose.”

Carrie’s eyes meet Henry’s again, and she sees a childlike determination in him that Carrie finds comforting. She barely knew Henry, yet Carrie felt closer to him than anyone she’s been with. They both were the only people in the world who understood each other. Carrie needs that the most.

Henry gets up to his feet. “But we’ll have to get you cleaned up first.” He points across the forest. “There’s a lake close by here. I can bring you some clothes and from there we can find a place to stay. “

Henry offers his hand down at her. When she still hasn't moved, Henry looks away, his face falling slightly as it seems the answer was no.

Instead, Carrie says. “Only on one condition.” Henry looks at her again, slightly raising his eyebrow.

“Can we get some apple pie afterward? I’m starving.”

Henry smiles. “Sure.”

As a new sense of hope grows for her, Carrie grins and takes Henry’s hand.

Perhaps it was all part of God’s plan after all.

#carrie white #carrie white 1976 #henry creel #virginia creel #peter ballard #hawkins #cross over fic #stranger things au #carrie white au #stranger things fic #wasn’t sure if I should put this on ao3 or not #henry creel fic #peter ballard fic

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swynlake-rp · 8 months

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Do you remember? The 21st night of September?

OTMS

MUN: P! Quite a few of our members wanted to shout P out for jumping right in, even after being away from the RP game for a while. We couldn’t agree more! We loved to see P embracing the chaos of the PanDEMONium event, even giving Bruno a major injury in his first event. And we always appreciate P’s friendly check-ins on main.

CHARACTER: WILLOW! Willow took some big steps in her journey this month, and we loved to see her epic battle against the demons and how it affected her relationship with Amity. We’re not crying, you’re crying!!

THREAD: THE DARLINGS/ALICE ELFHAME ARC! The Darlings and Alice’s battle with the faery queen and its resulting fallout came to its epic conclusion this month. There were tough goodbyes, there were beautiful new beginnings, and there was not a dry eye in sight :’)

Honorable mention: EVERYONE’S DEMON BATTLES! We loved to see how game members were to jump into the action, and a big shoutout to Belle and Snow for bringing it all about. We’re excited to see what’s next!

TASK: ASHLEE’S LAST SUMMER IN SWYNLAKE! This was such a beautiful tribute to Ashlee’s journey and a great way to celebrate her growth. As one member put it, “She's come so far and seeing that made me incredibly emotional.”

BOARD UPDATES

THE FOREST IS CLOSED: No one may come and go from the forest without a permit, or you will be charged a fine. Permits can be requested through the mayor’s office. If you would like your character to illegally enter the forest, please contact the admin.

NO BOARD ELECTIONS: This is OOC for now, but just a reminder as discussed in the original Irontown plot pitch: there will not be Board elections this year, while the Board is under review. More information will come shortly. Your characters don’t know about this just yet! We will have a condensed election season in the new year, if your character is interested in running.

APPLICATIONS FOR SHERIFF: As many of you saw, our sheriff has skipped town, oh no. It will be up to the interim mayor to find a new one with the help of the Board. In the meantime Errol Woolf will act as interim sheriff. If you are interested in having your character apply to be sheriff, please just message the admin! Character must be 25+ and a Mundus (closeted Magicks also may apply). Applications close at the end of September.

TASKS

REQUIRED AUTUMN PAIRED THREAD: The air is getting cooler, the days are getting shorter, and we’re bringing back paired threads, this time with an autumn theme! Some ideas to get you started: the start of the school year, raking leaves, carving pumpkins, PSL season, the annual fall carnival! Getting this thread started is REQUIRED if you would like a new character this month.

SUMMER READING ASSIGNMENT: Your character is assigned to read, annotate, and give a presentation on a poem or a passage of writing for school. For this task, write your character’s annotations of the poem or passage, OR share their slideshow presentation that they gave the class (or do both, if you’re looking for a challenge!) Minimum 200 words + graphic.

EVENTS

SEPTEMBER 6-13: FRESHERS WEEK PARTY! Kick off the start of the university fall semester with an epic rager!!!!!!! Let’s go! Canonically on Sept. 8

SEPTEMBER 10-16: FALL CARNIVAL! Swynlake’s annual fall carnival is back! Rides and games and treats, galore! Happening on Discord – but also we encourage dashboard shenanigans. Canonically runs through the same dates.

SEPTEMBER 20-27: BOARD MEETING! Are you upset about the forest closing? Concerned about the pause in elections? Let your voice be heard! Canonically on Sept. 21

SEPTEMBER 27-OCTOBER 4TH: BUILD A BRAND NETWORKING EVENT: In line with their mission to connect Pride U students with their dream careers, Phineas and Pip are hosting a networking event with lots of prospective employers invited. Canonically October 2nd

BIRTHDAYS

Characters:

Gregory Eeyore – September 1

Dian Morey – September 3

Vishaka Chakraborty – September 8

Lucian ‘Lucky’ Doyle – September 12

Anastasia Tremaine – September 13

Kiig'nc 'King' La'ornh – September 14

Babette Durand – September 20

Su Qin – September 20

Mazhar Morey – September 21

Alana Triton – September 23

Willis Tibbs – September 29

PLOT ROUND-UP!

DnD Arc featuring Mirabel, Dipper, and Eilonwy: Mirabel, Eilonwy and Dipper are putting a DnD party together! Eilonwy teaches Mirabel about DnD and helps her build a character. They ask Dipper to DM. Eilonwy has also suggested getting a few more friends involved...

Tiana and Hatter try to invent a new food that Seb can eat! featuring Tiana, Hatter, and Sebastian: Ever since Tiana found out that Sebastian Morey can only eat an extremely limited number of foods, Tiana has been on a mission to invent an allergy-friendly version of one of her restaurant's dishes. She's enlisted the help of Hatter, a kitchen witch, and while their first attempt was unsuccessful, they're committed to keep trying!

Catfish Cyrano featuring Tanya, Penny, and Jenny: All summer, Penny has been messaging Tanya as "Charlotte," her online alter ego that she uses to escape the assumptions people make about her as a famous actress/pop star. When Tanya wanted to see a photo of her face, Penny panicked and sent Jenny's face— creating a very complicated love triangle! Tanya has fallen for Penny, but only as "Charlotte," and with Jenny's face, who's just trying to help out and be a good friend. After the showcase, it looks like it all may come to a head….

In The Dark Of The Night featuring Holley, Gil, and Clayton: The RAS saved an owl bear… but Holley got shot in the leg! In a moment of clarity, Gil decided to go and save her instead of chasing down Clayton, so Clayton got away…

#swynnewsletter

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