#got too tired from drawing the pattern on the dress

[k-mraz]

aristokitty

#dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #izutsumi #she was so cute in the chapter where she got tamed... #couldnt fight the urge in drawing her like a victorian era display pet #wanted to draw it in a more realistic coloring but #got too tired from drawing the pattern on the dress

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sick II

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You get sick again

Magda wakes up slowly.

She's not sure why she's waking up. Her alarm isn't going off. She doesn't need the toilet. The sun's still down so there's not any light coming through the curtains to either.

But, somehow, Magda's being ripped from her relaxing sleep.

She blinks awake blearily, already cursing in her head because there's an away match today and she really doesn't need to be awake earlier than she needs to.

There's a firm shove to her shoulder and Magda finally opens her eyes fully.

"Princesse?" Magda asks, rubbing her eyes," What's wrong? It's early."

"Sniffles, Morsa," You say. Your voice is all nasally and your face is bright red and practically dripping in sweat. You sniff as if to accentuate your point and wipe your snot away using Magda's pyjama top.

"You've got the sniffles?" Magda asks, still trying to wake up.

You nod miserably and Magda digs around in her bedside table for tissues to blow your nose out in.

She flicks the bedside lamp on to study you properly. It's probably a bit more than just the sniffles but Magda doesn't really want to tell you that.

It's awful timing really. You've got to get on a coach to Birmingham in a few hours and there's no way Magda can arrange childcare on such short notice or bow out of today's match either.

"Alright, Princesse," Magda says," Let's go into the bathroom and sort out your nose."

Magda turns the shower on and shuts the door, hopping that the steam will unblock your nose enough that it won't bother you on the trip up north.

Pernille wakes up soon after, helping to get you dressed and fed and drugs you up with kid's medicine to make the drive more bearable.

"Jessie!" You slur, nose still stuffed and head beginning to pound. It doesn't diminish your excitement though as you make Jessie lift you up and curl into her body.

Jessie frowns a little at the heat you're emanating, turning to look at Magda and Pernille with a question in her eyes.

"She's got a bit of a cold," Pernille says," I can take her if you want. There's no need for you to get sick too."

"I can take her," Jessie assures her quickly, adjusting her grip on you," Sick or not, we've got a nap scheduled."

"Jessie naps really good," You say through your stuffy nose, sniffling and wiping it with your shirt.

"Jessie's got a nap talent?" Morsa teases," Alright then. You nap with Jessie but if you feel bad, you have to come and tell me and Momma, alright?"

"Okay."

It's routine for away games for you to sit with Jessie on the bus. She carries a blanket with her now and you completely crash out against her collarbone as she wraps you up and holds you nice and tight like you enjoy.

Usually, you're out the moment the bus starts moving. But, because of your stuffy nose and the throbbing in your head, you can't seem to settle.

You whine and even that comes out nasally. You shift in Jessie's arms. Tears prick in your eyes.

You're very tired. You woke up this morning very early because it was difficult to breathe through the stuffiness in your nose. You'd tossed and turned in bed for a while before finally going to wake up Morsa.

It's a similar thing now as you shift in Jessie's grip.

"It's okay," She says and her cold hands slip under your shirt. Her fingers feel good on your feverish skin and they draw absentminded patterns on your back.

You sigh softly against Jessie's neck.

Her motions are soft and repetitive and the temperature is just what you need.

Pernille peers behind her an hour into the journey, stopping what she was saying to Magda to look back at you and Jessie.

You still look a little flushed from where you're tucked in Jessie's neck but you look content. Jessie's neck is tilted at an awkward angle as her head rests on yours. Her arms are curled around you tightly and she doesn't seem to mind that your drippy nose is pressed up against her shirt.

Pernille takes a picture.

"That one's going in the album," She says to Magda as she turns back around," They're sweet."

"We should probably dose her up before we play," Magda says," We're both starting today and Jessie. Are we leaving her on the bench?"

"We'll have to," Pernille replies," She's not going to be doing any assistant coaching, that's for sure. Zećira is on the bench today. I'm sure she'll look after her."

You stay with Jessie all the way up to the start of the match. You're happy curled into her and don't even put up a fight when Momma and Morsa make you have more medicine.

It helps your headache but not really your stuffy nose so when you're handed off to Zećira, the first thing she does is make you blow it out into a tissue.

"What's that?" You ask as you sit on the bench with her and she brings out a little tub.

"This is Vicks," Zećira says as she lifts up the back of your shirt," It's a vaporub. It's going to help your breathing."

It's nice to know that Zećira's noticed that you're breathing is different. You have to breathe through your mouth now because your nose is all stuffy so it can't get a lot of air through it anymore.

Zećira lathers the weird smelling stuff all over your back and then turns you to put it on your chest too.

It's quite an overpowering smell but it's helping your breath easier so you'll allow it.

"Zećira," You say," When I'm older, will I stop getting sick?"

Zećira laughs a little. You're sitting between her legs as she pulls your hair back so it's out of your face properly. "Sorry," She says," But even adults get sick sometimes."

You shake your head then abruptly stop when it throbs in response. "No," You say," 'Cause I've never seen Momma and Morsa sick."

"They get sick," Zećira assures you," They just hide it better and they take medicine too."

You make a face. "Medicine is yucky."

Zećira jostles you as she chuckles and you turn to look at her. "It is," She agrees," But sometimes we have to take it to feel better."

"Being sick is yucky too."

"Yeah, it is," Zećira agrees again," But it's nothing that a good night's sleep won't fix."

You don't really believe her and make a face.

Zećira is still laughing and she leans closer to whisper in your ear," I'm sure your mums will let you sleep in the big bed if you beg hard enough."

You perk up at that. "Really?"

She nods. "Really."

You grin.

You love sleeping in the Big Bed.

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

[mysterioushistorian]

The Beforus Ancestors

honestly, i didnt like how the drawings turned out. i searched for references for the ancestors but i didnt manage to draw them the way i wanted to. most of the designs are okay, though i still feel like some of them are missing something, like colors.

more info abt them ↓

The Treasure Huntress (aka. Beforan Aradia) She was a very skilled adventurer and loved finding historic artifacts. She had a special taste for East Beforan art and culture. During her adventures, she met a violetblooded sea dweller who also had a fascination for history and dedicated his life to study and learn more about it. Together, they traveled along each other with the goal of learning more about the history of their planet, and eventually, they developed feelings for each other. However, the warmblooded girl was pale, while the coolblooded boy was red. The unspoken tension between each other lead to a fight, which ended in surprise on both sides over the admittance of feelings. Not wanting to disappoint each other, they agreed to just stay friends.

The Guardian (Beforan Tavros) He he stood up for the rights of trolls in special needs, and by that, he was also heavily against culling (as in the Beforan meaning of culling), saying that nobody should be treated that way (as helpless and fragile, making them too dependant) and by doing that, they would be "hiding the truth of the world from the children" by basically being way too overprotective. He was a farm boy, living in the country sides with his moirail, who mainly took care of the stables. Their farm was open to public visits, and one day, a certain coolblooded visitor has caught his attention. He wished to re-encounter with the man someday. One day, he has suffered a very sudden mutation that made him sprout wings, with him finally being able to realize his dream of traveling the world to spread the word about the dangers of culling and the rights of trolls in special needs.

(please correct me if I got the wrong meaning of Beforan culling, as I will talk about it again)

Radiical Psygamer (Beforan Sollux) He was, perhaps, the greatest programmer that Beforus has ever seen. With his magnificent skills, he was responsible for massively improving trolls’ technology and has contributed to the creation of a few robots and helped with the coding of various popular games. He was, however, a terrible teacher, given his introversion and general social awkwardness. He was a big figure in the world of console games and was the first to actively encourage girls to play games too.

The Unculled (Beforan Karkat) Because of his rare candy red blood, no lusus wanted to raise him, leaving him there all alone. One day, he was found by a purpleblooded man who took him to his hive in hopes that someone would pick him. They waited, and waited, and waited… but no lusus came. Tired of waiting, the big troll decided to raise the grub himself. Because of his caretaker, the mutantblooded grew up to be loud, tough and intimidating, but had a big, friendly heart and cared for his loved ones a lot.

Sharpeye Furrline (Beforan Nepeta) She was a very skilled huntress. According to herself, she only killed what she ate, and if she didn’t eat, killing them would be mean. She could hunt creatures from a very small size to ones that were the double of her own. One day, while hunting for her dinner, she has killed a creature that was going to become a Lusus of a small wriggler. Therefore, she has accidentally unlocked the rage of a coolblooded troll. Terrified, she knew she couldn’t fight back, so she ran as fast as she could, far away from that beach. No one knows what happened to her.

The Seamstress (Beforan Kanaya) A rare jadeblood with a rare taste for fashion. She became known for her dresses with odd patterns, inspired by the landscapes around her. She also traveled in search of different sights and, consequently, more ideas for dresses. Her works have eventually caught the attention of the Empress, who offered her a job as her official seamstress.

The Attorney (Beforan Terezi) She was a blind woman who did not allow her disability to hold her back. She fought back against Beforus’ culling policy and became a excellent lawyer. Dedicating herself to fight against crime and bring justice to maintain the order and peacefulness of her planet, she chased a mischievous pirate lady who seemed to cause trouble everywhere she passed. She was The Unculled’s matesprit.

Arachnid Cap8tain (Beforan Vriska) A troublemaker who caused mischief together with her pirate crew. She considered The Attorney her rival, as she was the only one who insisted in chasing her and never gave up on her quest to capture the spider pirate. A completely platonic rivalry. She held a special interest for snooker and said that the Ball 8 was actually “her lucky ball”.

The Horseman (Beforan Equius) A STRONG man who really liked horses. He lived in a farm with his moirail and was responsible for taking care of the stables. Because of his interest, they ended up having way too many horses, which resulted in them having to build a larger stable for all of them. He loved every single one of them and took great care of each one. He said he occasionally had dreams where he was half a man and half a horse (basically a centaur), which is the origin of his title.

The Clownish Caretaker (Beforan Gamzee) He rescued lususless grubs and wrigglers with an absent lusus and took care of them temporarily, until a new lusus came to become their official guardian. Despite being tall, lanky and overall intimidating, he was a very sweet and cheerful man, and loved entertaining others. Just like others, he was also heavily against culling and said that “every motherfucker should know and be able to defend themselves.” One day, a lusus was coming to his hive to pick up a grub, but it was killed by Shapeye Furrline. The man never felt so much rage before. The pure platonic hate he held towards the woman was bigger than the amount of hate he thought he could feel. Despite that, and contrary to popular belief, he did not chase the lady and took him quite some time to calm down. He was responsible for raising The Unculled and made sure to treat him properly.

The Historian (Beforan Eridan) A seadweller with a huge fascination for history, he dedicated his life to learn more about the mysteries of his world. He read diares and looked for accurate informations, instead of believing in telltale stories. He studied ancient walls and occasionally collected some artifacts, purely for research reasons, and that’s when he met The Treasure Huntress. They decided to travel together, and it did not take long for him to become flushed for her. Unfortunately, she did not return the feelings, instead being pale for him. They agreed to stay friends, but very deep inside, he was still a bit disappointed.

Her Glorious Imperialist (Beforan Feferi) The ruler of Beforus. She was a very kind and sweet woman, undoubtedly one of the best rules Beforus has ever seen. She treated her people with fairness, yet despise that, she was pro-culling, saying that some should not face the dangers of the world. After offering a job for The Seamstress, she and the jadeblood grew close. Despite being the one in charge of the planet, she decided to take care of Arachnid Cap8tain herself, and being a seadweller, it wasn’t hard to find her. She still congratulated The Attorney for her efforts in chasing the troublemaker pirate.

#mareys dump #homestuck #hom3stuck #beta trolls #beforus #beforus ancestors #aradia megido #tavros nitram #sollux captor #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #kanaya maryam #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #eridan ampora #feferi peixes

[mikachacha]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 3

Synopsis: Bada wanted you to stay in Korea with her as she found work there but then your relationship is falling apart rapidly.

Warnings: toxic relationship and behaviours, angst. This'll be pretty heavy so please if you're not into this kind of stuff, you can ignore this update and wait for the regular fluffs and smuts 🫶🫶

(A/N: i hope none of y'all are experiencing this in real life or if you have experienced this, im so sorry that you have gone through such shit relationship but don't give up, yeah? Things will get better eventually.)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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It hasn't been well for you and Bada ever since that incident while meeting her friends. You still couldn't believe how she can do that to you. You wanted to get away but at the same time you want to mend your relationship with her. You didn't wanna lose her despite everything that has happened. Plus she's showing lots of effort for you to forgive her. She even got an apartment in Seoul so you and her can live there and won't have to pretend to be best friends anymore like you did at her parents' house. It was a big step for you both but then it also meant that whenever a fight would break out between you and her, you had no one to run off to.

"Jesus.. You scared me!" you exclaimed. You were in the kitchen, making some tea since you just couldn't fall asleep. You've been having a hard time falling asleep the past few days as thoughts plague your mind. Bada noticed you weren't in bed next to her so she got up and searched for you, only to find you making tea in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry my love.. Didn't mean to scare you. Was just confused since you weren't there beside me. Having trouble falling asleep?" she asked and you nodded. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head. You melted in her arms. You missed moments like this with her.

"Baby.. I may need to go back to the states soon. I got a job offer there." you told her and she hugged you even tighter, like it's her own way of telling that you shouldn't go back and to just stay with her in Korea.

"Y/N.. Do you really wanna leave me all alone here? I got this apartment for us and then you're gonna go back to the states?" Bada's questions made your heart ache. You didn't wanna leave her despite everything.

"I.. I don't know if I'll be able to find a job here, Bada.. I don't speak Korean that well and I don't want you to shoulder all the expenses for us." you tried to reason with her that led to an hour long discussion about applying as an English teacher there or working from home as long as you don't leave her. You were tired and just wanted to sleep so you agreed. The next morning, Bada helped you search for jobs before she went to her own. She has been hired as a teacher at a dance studio nearby and she's got to work with artists as well. You're happy for her since it has been her dream to be able to work with artists and teach people to dance.

"So baby, we're going somewhere this Friday. The studio is holding a welcome party for me and I want you to be there with me. I want you to meet my workmates and some friends." Bada said as she came home one day. What happened when you last went out with her to meet with someone didn't end up well but you wanted to move past that and you also didn't want to disappoint her so you agreed to go with her. You really don't want to start an argument with her as you're still trying to fix your relationship up.

"Yeah.. Is it a formal event? Do I need to really dress up?" you asked and she placed her head on your shoulder. She played with your hand, drawing patterns and kissing it.

"Maybe a dress would be fine. It's not too formal plus you look amazing either way." Bada says that made your heart flutter and heat to creep up your cheeks. She really knows how to win you over even with just words.

The night of the event came and it was rather chill. You didn't feel that out of place since you've been studying Korean when you had time to spare. You were able to hold conversations and didn't cling to Bada that much. You were having fun, chattering with some of Bada's friends when you saw something that shattered you to pieces. It was Bada and a girl who looked so familiar. It was Redy, one of Bada's exes before she started dating you. She was clinging to Bada like they're still a couple and the sight made you feel physically sick that you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom. You're just crying there, trying to convince yourself that it's probably nothing and that you're just overthinking stuff when the door opened and there stood one of Bada's dancer friends.

"Hey are you okay? What happened? Should I call Bada to come here?" the woman asked and you shook your head, wiping your tears away. You're embarrassed that this stranger saw you in a vulnerable state.

"Y-yeah I'm okay.. Sorry you had to see me like this.. But I'm good, everything's good. No need to call Bada." you assured her and she offered to help you freshen up which really helped you calm down.

"I'm Monika by the way and if you need to talk to someone, you can reach me via Instagram." Monika says and you followed her on instagram to which she reciprocated. You thanked her and gave her a hug just in time that Bada came in the bathroom, looking for you and saw you hugging Monika. The look on her face terrified you and your heart sank knowing that this will be another fight between you and her.

Monika excused herself when she saw Bada and now, you're left alone with your girlfriend who looked really pissed off. She looked at you before grabbing you firmly by the wrist and basically dragged you back to the car. The whole car ride was filled with deafening silence but it was a whole different scenario when you were finally inside your shared apartment.

"So what was that all about? Lusher told me that you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and haven't returned after 20 minutes. What were you doing there? Flirting with Monika?! What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?! Am I not enough?!" Bada yelled at you and you flinched. She was still holding on to your wrist rather tightly and it's starting to hurt now.

"Let me go, Bada.. You're hurting me.." you told her and she did let you go but she didn't stop yelling at you and accusing you of cheating.

"Hurting you? Have you ever thought about how much you've hurt me when I saw you hugging Monika?! Who knows what else happened there!" Bada was absolutely furious and you're starting to get pissed off as well. She's accusing you of cheating yet you saw her and Redy looking like they're still together while Bada couldn't be bothered to even check on you, spend at least a minute with you in that party.

"You're really going absolutely crazy about me hugging Monika when you were the one having her ex cling to them and couldn't be bothered to check on their girlfriend the whole night! I was crying in that damn bathroom because you were never there for me, you were paying more attention to your damn ex more than me! How was I supposed to react to that, huh?!" you finally snapped back and Bada just stormed off to your shared bedroom and locked you out so you slept on the couch that night.

The days went by and you could really feel you and Bada drifting apart. She wouldn't even look at you, wouldn't speak to you. It was horrible and you felt like everything was your fault. How did it come to this? What went wrong? Where was the Bada you once knew and loved? You were about to message her when a friend messaged you first, asking if you and Bada broke up since all your pictures together are apparently deleted from Bada's socials which was a shock to you. You checked and sobs wracked your body at what you saw. It was true, it seems like Bada has erased you from her life already.

With a heavy heart, you grabbed all your belongings and packed your bags. You left the apartment and booked a hotel. You're just gonna stay there for a bit until you can find a cheap apartment to stay. You were planning on leaving Korea once your contract with the company you're currently working at ends. You deactivated all your socials and only kept in touch with your friends and family from the states. You just wanted to be alone and away from Bada to really think things through. To think if the relationship is still worth it or if you needed to just let go of it.

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𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

@lil-elliesgf, @efyyylee, @hwm1hyun, @mikaleialt, @bunnywonyo, @badaswifey, @mrs-grim-reaper

#bada lee #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada fanfic #bada imagine

[abellarts]

Filipiniana inspired by the Entities (the Eye, the Vast, the Dark)

[ID: Three drawings of three modelled Filipinianas against a shared background which looks like aged paper. Each one is labelled a different entity which goes, from left to right, the Eye, the Vast, and the Dark. All the models are faceless. Three close ups follow the main image.

The Eye Filipiniana is an 1890s traje de mestiza featuring a brown panuelo with green embroidered trimming resembling ink pen tips and green strips resembling eyelashes at the opening, a translucent wide-sleeved striped baro in alternating off-white and green with green embroidered eyes for trimming, a dark cyan tapis with rows of books patterned on, and a silky striped saya in alternating yellow and green with an eye where the saya and the tapis meet and embroidery of people walking at the hem. Finished with accessories of a silky green necklace with a hanging realistic eye and a dark blue folding fan with an eye pattern. The model has brown skin and straight black hair up in a bun.

The Vast Filipiniana is a Commonwealth Era Style Baro’t Saya featuring a violet umbrella with a bright galaxy on the inside that the model holds on her shoulder, a magenta panuelo with yellow and orange stripes held together with a bright yellow star-shaped medallion, wide translucent butterfly-sleeved baro with a sunset to sky blue gradient from top to bottom with embroidered white clouds on the sleeves, a tapis with different shades of blue going from a light blue to dark blue top to bottom with embroidered silver fish of differing sizes, and a silky dark-blue-to-deep-blue saya with a long saya de cola with dark silhouettes resembling tentacles creeping up the sides. The model has pale tan skin and wavy hair held up in a loose lower bun.

The Dark Filipiniana is an 1840s Baro’t Saya styled for church-wear featuring a translucent plaid-patterned magenta panuelo, a striped straight-sleeved camisa in alternating dark magenta and off-white, a dark purple tapis embroidered with hands in alternating red and blue gripping each other by the wrist, a plaid-patterned magenta saya, and dark purple sandals. The models holds a dark purple hood over her head, the outside is a dark purple trimmed with white embroidery meant to look like closed eyes, the inside is a dark mass filled with open white eyes in strange positions, the dark mass drips down the edges of the hood, some eyes following. The model has ashy tan skin and combed back brown hair. 

./.End ID]

Finally finished it! I’ve wanted to do this for a while but pushed it off until now. The Entities as a couple versions of the Filipiniana. I don’t have plans rn to make the others since I suspect I will soon be busy again. Still, I have some ideas, particularly for the Web. Have a favourite?

My inspiration+info under the cut! :D

1) The Eye

I based the Eye’s Filipiniana off of the “traje de mestiza”, an aristocratic ensemble popular during the 1890s near the end of Spanish colonial rule. It’s also known as the “Maria Clara” gown due to association with the main heroine of Jose Rizal’s novel “Noli me Tangere.” 

Ngl I struggled to add more motifs than just “Eye” but I tried to be creative with it. The panuelo (the cloth around the shoulders) is supposed to look like eyelids which is why there are eyelashes. The embroidered trim is supposed to be the tips of ink pens. The trim of her sleeves are eyes. The tapis (the dark cloth around the lower area) features shelves of books. The bottom of the dress is supposed to be the Eye Watching people suffering at the hem. I got extremely lazy though and just got a “people walking” brush from the csp asset store and stamped them on. Didn’t get me the effect I intended but I was too tired to change it.

[ID: A sepia photograph of a woman looking to the left while wearing a traje de mestiza and holding a closed fan. /.End ID]

[ID: An image of the original front cover of Jose Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere manuscript./.End ID]

2) The Vast

The Vast’s Filipiniana I based off of the style popular during the 1930s-1940s Commonwealth Era. Honestly I only chose it because those sleeves are the very definition of vast. 

The design has a simple concept but I ended up liking the end result a lot! It’s supposed to be a top to bottom gradient of aspects of the vast. Starting from space, going into sky blue, then ending in the deep abyss of the ocean.

[ID: A sepia photograph of a seated woman wearing a Commonwealth Era Filipiniana. /.End ID]

[ID: A black-and-white photograph of three young women wearing Baro’t Saya in the Commonwealth Era style in a forest setting. All three have their panuelo wrapped around their heads. The girl farthest in the back carries an open umbrella./.End ID]

3) The Dark

Lastly, the Dark’s Filipiniana is based off of 1840s church-wear. I thought I could do something with the hood and the church theme suited the Dark well.

I’ll admit the Dark gave me trouble. Dark is a very vague theme. The hood is the main focus of the dress I think as everything else is pretty standard/I ripped off from the original whoops. The trim is supposed to look like a bunch of closed eyes. The inner hood is a dripping black mass with eyes from who-knows-where. The tapis has a pattern of several hands grasping each other by the wrist because something unknown gripping you from the dark is terrifying. “The blanket never did anything” anyone? 

[ID:  "A damsel going to early mass," by Justiniano Asuncion, 1841. The painting features a woman looking to the left, wearing darkly coloured 1840s church-wear with a hood, she holds a white cloth in her right hand./.End ID]

[ID: "A señorita walking to church in the daytime," by Justiniano Asuncion, 1841. The painting features a woman looking to the left, wearing brightly coloured 1840s church-wear with a thin gauzy white hood. She holds a small book, presumably a bible. ./.End ID]

#tma #The Magnus Archives #MagnusPod #MagPod #The Entities #The Eye #The Beholding #The Vast #The Dark #Abellarts #i worked hard on this don't flop/j

[somejazzinthemorning]

Cernobbio || Carlos Sainz x Reader

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Female Reader Warnings: Smut and Language Rating: Mature Word Count: ~4.784

Please, see notes at the end. 🤍

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All the windows in the living room were open, and anyone there could sense the cold night breeze invading the room. The breeze carried the scent of the floral arrangements scattered across the property, wrapped in the smell of the burning candles and the perfume of the dozens of strangers. You could feel it caressing your skin and making it tingle, hugging your body and making the silk of your dress dance. It rose from the ground, writhing beautiful waves around you. The feel of the fabric on your legs and the draft on your warm skin made you laugh. To be fair, anything would’ve made you laugh. Blame the champagne.

For the first time since you arrived, you had a chance to look around. The room was adorned with red, black and gold and Lake Como was just a few meters away, right on the other end of the garden. As you let your body fall on the couch, in an almost too-dramatic act, you could see the lights on the other margin, flickering and nearly disappearing in the night. 

Between the house and the lake, there was a large number of tables spread across the garden, and a platform raised between carefully tended and trimmed bushes. On that same platform, pairs danced under a sky of stars and fairy lights. The soft golden beams stretched over them, lighting their faces with a warm golden hue. As they moved, the light moved with them. Graceful, harmonious movements, as if the music had joined them with strings and had taken control over them. A string quartet was playing and the harmony glided through the atmosphere, entering the rooms of the house and allowing itself to reverberate between the walls. With your eyes closed and almost lying on the sofa, you let yourself enjoy the music. Even with a group talking in the same space, the music was heard over the voices. An instrumental version of Video Games was playing. And since you were too tired to go back to the dancing floor, your fingers were the ones moving in the rhythm, drawing a pattern on the velvet where you were resting.

— Where were you? — Hoarse, harsh and loud. The voice easily distinguished itself from the other voices filling the room. 

— In the garden. Dancing.— You opened one eye to find Carlos standing there. The top buttons of the white shirt were open and his tie was stuffed in his pocket. And then you closed your eyes again. — Why?

— Why?! —  He sounded worried. Worried? He noticed the confusion on your face. He didn’t take long to talk again. — No one knew where you were. You could have said something. I would have gone with you.

— You don’t dance, Carlos.

— I don’t, but that doesn't mean you can just disappear and leave us worrying. — You nodded. Maybe it was the booze, or your feet hurting from the dances you shared with some friends or lovely gentlemen, but you needed silence, and to rest your eyes. — C’mon, look at me. I’m talking to you. 

You gave in to his request. Well, it was more like an order. You could sense it in his voice. Maybe you should have said something before heading to the dance floor when you said it was going to be a fast bathroom stop, but… blame it on the champagne? 

Carlos was looking down at you, with his hands in his pockets. The white shirt was meticulously tucked in the pants, perfectly fitting his body. Ferrari takes really good care of their drivers.

— I’m looking, good looking. — You said, your lips turning into a smile and involuntarily pivoting into a giggle that burst louder than expected. Carlos fought a smile. You extended one of your legs, trying to kick him, but his fast reflexes worked perfectly, as he caught your calf before you even got to hit him. —  Don’t try too hard to be mean. You’re not like that.

He laughed, shaking his head and bringing his hands to his face. His fingers ran through his hair, pulling it back, except for a stubborn strand that hung down across his forehead. He sat beside you, pulling your legs into his lap. Your dress covered your thighs and left the rest of your legs uncovered as it slid across the couch and onto the floor. Carlos rested his hand on your leg, his thumb caressing the tanned skin.

— You could have said something. — Carlos voiced after brief moments of silence. — I would sit somewhere and have a look at you. You know I like to see you dance.

— But you wouldn’t dance.

— No, I wouldn’t. — He laughed. — Not with this many people around.

Carlos Sainz, a Formula One driver. A man that sits in the cockpit of a car racing at insane speeds, through corners and under any conditions, is afraid of dancing in public.

— You know what, Sainz? — He looked over at you. His eyebrows slightly raised. He knows that no good things follow the use of his last name when it’s your mouth that’s sounding it. — That’s the difference between us. You wouldn’t dance with me. Meanwhile, I would do everything you asked me to, no questions asked.

And probably his mind worked way faster than yours, because the moment your lips pronounced these words, his turned into a smirk. 

— No questions asked? — He repeated. Oh boy.

— No questions asked.

Carlos didn’t take long to act. He quickly got up and took your body in his arms. Attention seeker. You murmured, seeing the number of heads that turned to you both, because of his action. Carlos didn’t need to make too much of an effort to carry you through the living room to the room waiting for you on the top floor of the house. He was committed to getting there as soon as possible. He had a decided expression on and a quick pace, as he was stepping through the place, dodging the groups of people dispersed around the house.

— So you won’t dance with me, but it’s okay to carry me in front of all these people? — The heads kept turning to you, the faces just being blurs of images that didn’t even form coherent lines in your eyes. 

— No questions asked, remember? — Simple and assertive. 

Your giggles filled the hallways and echoed in the magnificent hall, as Carlos carried you through the split stairs. He was looking at you with a smile, sometimes even laughing, as if your own giggles poisoned his serious expressions, making him give in to the fun. As soon as you reached the upper floor and you found yourselves hidden from the curious eyes that Carlos shamelessly attracted, you got your face closer to him. Your nose touching his neck. Carlos smelled of leather and wood. Like a walk in the woods on an early spring morning or a dip in the lake on a hot summer afternoon. And that night, precisely, he also smelled like roses and rum. An intoxicating scent. Unexpected, but welcoming.  Your lips didn't fight the urge to kiss the soft flesh, nor your hands to roam through his hair.

When the door to the room was closed, Carlos made sure to mitigate the short distance there was between you two. All you could see before closing your eyes and giving in to his kiss was his tongue piercing through his full lips. Passion. Desire. Lust. His hands grabbed your waist the second your feet touched the floor, pulling you close as if you’d been away for centuries. You could sense the urgency of his touch through the silk.

The fabric wasn't enough to stop you from sensing the heat of his fingers, running down your waist to your thigh, looking for the crevice in the fabric where he could slip his hand and grab you. And so he did. His hand took your thigh and pulled you to him, leaning you against the door. Your leg wrapped around him, his hand sliding to your cheek, groping it as he bit your lip. He knew he had you. Every single bit of you. Every inch of your skin. Every thought on your mind. He knew it so well. There was no other way to show it than grabbing you and slamming you into a door and devoting himself to you. And so he did. 

Carlos took off the blazer and got on his knees. The Ferrari blazer fell onto the wooden floor, the piercing yellow and red patch being the only detail you could perceive in the dark room, only lightened by the lights from the garden. The lace slid down your legs, slowly, and fell along your heels. His hands started moving up your legs. The warm, soft touch made you whine in anticipation. Your mind was racing. This man is a tease. Your knees were quivering and he had barely started.

— Let me take off my heels. — You asked, while you tried to move your toes in the tight shoes. 

— No. — He muttered next to the skin of your knees. Instantly, a wave ran through your body, hitting you and making you force your thighs against one another, an intuitive reaction, an instinctive response to a need Carlos was creating with his alluring, sinful touch. — Stay still. 

And again the same sensation swop over you, growing and taking over your body and mind and stripping you of any sense of reality. All you could do was nod. Carlos grabbed your knee and positioned it on his shoulder, leaving your weight to be distributed between the door and your free leg. 

— Consider this a punishment, cariño. 

For a second it didn’t feel like a punishment. You had Carlos Sainz on his knees, for you. His lips fondling your inner thighs, his beard scratching the sensitive skin and making your body squirm. Your body found peace in the faint touch of his lips, tracing incoherent lines around your lustful skin. You felt him there. In the kisses, in the hand firmly pressed on your leg, keeping her steady on his shoulder. So you stood still as he asked you to. But you couldn't hold it for yourself.  His lips teared up in a smile, as he basked on your scent and the sounds leaving your lips as your body was taken over by the arousal.

— Please. 

That whisper cut the air and lasted in the atmosphere, hovering over you until the moment his thumb touched your clit and a moan echoed through the room, silencing any supplication. His finger slid against the warm and humid surface. There was no way of hiding the effects of his touch. He knew how much you were enjoying it. And he was too. How couldn’t he? The second you felt his tongue touching you, your body gave in to the gravity. Your head found support against the door, one hand on the cold doorknob and another on his head. 

He was kissing you the way he loved you. With haste, passion and yet, with patience. Taking you for himself, having you as no one else ever did, as no one else ever tried to. His fingers, his tongue, his fucking nose — and, oh, God, only you knew how much you loved his nose — working together to make you ascend to heaven. 

And he stopped, just as you were close enough to feel the orgasm climbing through your body, burning on your skin and rushing into your breath. His face was half-lit as he stood up; his hand was still firmly holding on to your thigh, keeping it the height of his waist, restricting you from getting any kind of consolation. Nonetheless, you tried to force your legs together, and you didn’t fight the frustration with a whine when he got even closer, forcing them wide. 

On purpose or not, you were capable of feeling him against you, hard, trapped in the tight pants he was still wearing. You wondered how much pleasure he got just from going down on you. 

— Stay still. Don’t make me repeat it.

Light outlined his features, tracing the lines of his mouth and nose. His gaze became more intense, as they were brought from the shadows by the golden light that timidly reached them and made them shine. In the fading light, you could find the passion in his stare, devouring you with his gaze and condemning you to the sentence he was carefully planning on his devilish mind. His lips caught yours in a glimpse before your mind had a chance to fight the state of near hypnosis his looks were inducing you on. You could savor yourself on his lips. It tasted well. Lust and champagne. 

He took you on his lap, both of your legs around him, both his hands firmly on your ass, under the dress. Carlos put you on the floor next to the window that led to the balcony, with your back turned to the outside. 

— Do you still want to dance?

The music was still playing, entering the room through the crevices of the windows, and floating from the hallway, sliding underneath the door and occupying the space that was previously filled with moans and sighs. On the back of your arm, you could sense the cold waft. 

— Not now.

He nodded with a smile, while he started to unbutton his cufflinks. You followed his movements, the way his slender fingers moved so meticulously, yet so carelessly. At the same time, you could feel his gaze on you, making your mind race: why is he taking so long?

— Open the door. — He said after a few seconds, making a gesture with his head directing you to open the door behind you. Some confusion came into your mind. The night was getting cold, people were right there, just a few meters away from the balcony. He didn’t give you the chance to pronounce the totality of the word why. — Do what I ask of you. Open the door.

The metal was cold against your hand. You moved the doorknob and pushed the heavy door until you heard him say it was enough. The music was no longer muted. It entered clear into the room, paired with the cold breeze that only needed a few seconds to make your skin prickle. In the garden, people kept dancing, moved by the timed melody, perfectly conducted. Meanwhile, inside you, an orchestra was playing out of tune - low and high tones out of stepped in and out of rhythm.

It took his touch to make the notes fit the staff. A kiss on your shoulder, another on the crook of your neck. Another kiss on your temple, as he breathed in the smell of your hair, while his hand smoothed it down, making it fall over your other shoulder. No rush. Your orchestra rediscovered the rhythm, returning to the tone he was imposing. You leaned your head back. His lips reached your ear, your jaw, the corner of your lips. His hands slid around your waist, hugging you and pulling you against him. He had taken off his shirt. The skin on his chest burned against your bare shoulders.

And then he truly reached your lips and suddenly, the rhythm switched. There was urgency in his kiss, haste in his gestures as he turned you around and roamed your back to find the zipper of the dress. The symphony grew. He was quick. Your torso was freed from the tight corset and your chest was exposed to him. He was the one to part from the kiss and pull away. He found delight in the sight in front of him, and he allowed himself to admire the way the diamonds were disposed on your cleavage, cascading down between your breasts. He let the dress fall around you, leaving you naked in front of him. The legs pressed together, the subtlety bent knees to fight the pressure on your feet - the bittersweet pain you kept enduring - the hardened nipples, from the contact with the cold air of the early morning.

His fingers fell on the curve of your waist and started moving. His eyes followed the path they were tracing. A simple touch ignited a fire you couldn’t ease. Your body was slowly being taken by those imaginary flames, consuming you whole, both your mind and body, as he was allowing his hands to reclaim you. He took your breast in his hand. His thumb rubbed your nipple before he bent down and put his lips around it. Your legs pressed against each other with desperation.

— Carlos, please.

Looking down, you could see the trace of saliva his lips and tongue had let on your breasts. You could also see the deviant smile on his lips, as he lightly bit the pale skin around the nipple. A whine fled from your mouth, so shameless and careless. Not for one second did you remember that the slightly open door could carry the sound outside.

— Please, what? What do you want?

Carlos’ provocative self was the best about him. The man exuded confidence. And everything about him was worth the confidence. The way he touched you, kissed and manipulated your body, taking ownership of you, without ever neglecting the chivalry that always existed in him. It was impossible to not fall for him and the aura he created around himself. 

You held his face with both of your hands and made him look at you. Now you could see him clearly - the hair falling on his forehead, the trimmed beard sharpening his jawline, his parted wet lips, that could bring you heaven and hell at the same time.

— Could you please fuck me properly and stop playing? — You could swear you saw his mouth watering when he heard those words, said with such calm and ease that they didn’t even sound as dirty as they were.

— No. — You fucking tease. — I’m having too much fun denying you the things you want the most.

— Both of us can play this game. — He chuckled under his breath and shook his head as his hand trekked its way back to your breast, this time squeezing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He let it go a short moment after, but it was enough time to make your body shake with the sting.

— You are too well behaved for that.  — His thumb laid on your lower lip. He traced the humid flesh, hot and slippery, first with the thumb, and then with his index. — Open. — He murmured. And then he slid two of his fingers inside your mouth. — And you just proved it without noticing.

You sucked on his fingers while looking into his eyes. Your prudish side perished every time his gaze fell on you, ever since the first time you stood in front of him and you allowed yourself to fall into his graces and be intoxicated by his radiance. All it took was his stare, capable of looking into your soul and capturing your deepest wishes, to make you discover a dark submissive side you didn’t know you had. 

His tongue roamed his lips, pulling his bottom lip inside and biting it as he took pleasure in the sight of your lips wrapped around his fingers. You only lost eye contact when you closed your eyes and brought your lips to the base of his fingers, taking them whole in your mouth.  You extended your hand and let your fingers find his warm skin, sensing the fuzz near the waistband of his pants. Your hand slid into the fabric and you pressed the palm of your hand against it. You unzipped the pants and your hand slid to the interior of his boxers right away. You could feel it hard, beating on your hand. Warm, needy, sensitive, and his reaction didn't take long. Carlos moaned through his teeth, right the second he felt your digits. Your name, wrapped in a moan, slid through his lips. And, God, hearing that was like throwing wood into an already blazing fire. 

Carlos took his fingers from your mouth and observed your face, while threads of saliva came off his fingers and fell to your lips. He kicked off his shoes, rubbing them against each other, and got rid of his pants and boxers. 

The next time you felt him, was between your legs. His fingers worked his way through your soaked folds, sliding with little resistance. You spread your legs and placed your hand on his shoulder, finding support in his body, as he hugged your waist and held you against him. His body was warm. His skin felt like leather and smelled like pine. He had his head down, bent to reach your face, his lips against yours.

— Joder. — He whispered against your lips. — I could have touched you like this right away. You’re so fucking wet for me.

Your body jolted against him as he provoked you with the motions. And then, he slid two fingers inside you. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, letting his scent reignite the fire his mouth had started moments before. You could feel him straining against your belly. You moved your hips to meet his hand and to find some friction against him. You heard him grunt, and clamped his hand on your waist, making you shiver and probably marking your skin. 

You cried for more and Carlos added his thumb into play. Two fingers inside you and another one touching your clit. Your fingers scratched his shoulders and back, in an attempt to find the support your trembling legs couldn't provide. The tight embrace of his arm and the feeling of his fingers inside you weren’t enough anymore. Your groans broke into an inconsolable prayer, as his name slipped through your mouth in pleas. Your lips pressed together as you felt him come out of you. The wet fingers left behind an emptiness that tortured you. You looked at him.

— Do you wanna have a taste? — His eyes laid on the coated fingers, waiting for your response. You nodded while you parted your lips, waiting for him to fill them again. You cleaned his fingers, now truly tasting your own mess. Carlos’ gaze fixed on your mouth, his head tilted as he watched you. — Do you like it? — You nodded, again. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you right after. — You are so good for me. Now, bend over. I would like to stop playing and properly fuck you.

Oh fuck. Your heart skipped a beat. Finally. You did as he commanded. You turned around and almost immediately he grabbed you from behind. The only support you could find was the metal of the balcony door. In those seconds, while Carlos took his time to align himself with you and entered you with little resistance, the world was completely muted around you. No music, no voices. Just the feeling of him, inside you, making your back curve and your head lean backward, on his shoulder. Carlos was still for a moment. You moved your hips, pleading for him. So needy. He began to move. He breathed deeply next to your face, his lips sometimes grazing against your ear. 

— Always so tight. So fucking perfect.

He had the self-control to whisper those words, you could swear you wouldn’t be capable of doing the same if you weren’t biting your lip that hard. Carlos was moving slowly and so were your hips, but in the opposite direction, moving against him. He had one of his hands on your neck, holding your head against his shoulder. His fingers pressing exactly on the right spots, with enough strength to make your body and head rush. He was filling you, holding you, moaning in your ear, making sure you were satisfied. You were there soaking it up, blasting on the pleasure he was giving you, but each second you were craving for more. Between moans and whimpers, you told him so. And he responded shortly after. A violent throb made you lean forward, his grip on your neck intensifying and your weight falling onto the door. The door wobbled in its place and the metal clanged loudly. 

— Oh, fuck! — And you were right. You weren't capable of holding it as Carlos did. Your voice escaped louder than you excepted it to. That and the clank of the metal were enough to rouse the attention of a few of the people in the garden. Your whole body thickened.

— Shit. — He muttered. Carlos found your hands and redirected them to the wall. — Here. It’s safer. — You were not looking at him but from the way his words were sounding, Carlos was taking the most fun out of the situation. He chuckled under his breath as he felt you relax as your hands landed on the solid stone. 

And just like before, he filled you in one time. The only difference was that this time, the wall caught your weight.  You could feel your skin burning and at the same time shiver from the cold wind entering the room. The duality of sensations was driving you insane. Carlos was driving you insane. Your mind was completely taken, you could not spare a thought. Your legs were shaking and your hands were failing. You knew you were on your limit and only you knew how desperately you needed to reach it.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, pulling your body away from Carlos. Now you felt the cold against your hot, sweaty back where the beads of sweat slid like gold. Carlos put his hands on your hips, holding you as he lunged at you, sparing no strength or mercy. You kept your lips pressed together, your fists clenched and all that escaped you were silent moans, whimpers that you stifled.

— Can I cum? Please. — You begged. 

— Wait. I wanna look at you. — You feel a void and a cry left your mouth. He turned you around and took you in his arms. Your whole body shook when your back touched the stern wall. A wave crashed into you when you felt him again inside you. A slurred groan lingered as you felt him move, so slowly, aiming for all the right places. He admired your expression. The tilted head, the closed eyes and the parted wet lips. The way your hair looked against the wall and fell down your shoulders. — You can come for me now, love.

Wave after wave of pleasure slammed you, as your orgasm hit and made your whole body shake. Carlos continued his movements. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your head fell on his shoulder. Your body melted next to him and at the same time trembled violently. You let out a broken sob, his name wrapped around a moan, as your body fought the overstimulation he brought on you, while he pursued the orgasm that didn't take long.

— You were so good for me, my love. — He took you off the wall. His arms wrapped around you lovingly as he walked to the bed. He laid you down and walked away from you. Your body shook when you felt him move, again, this time to slide out of you. Involuntarily, a whine fled your mouth the second you stopped feeling him inside. 

Your breathing was unbalanced, your body tired and your eyes closed. The only thing you felt, after a few seconds of total peace, was his touch near your ankles. Carlos took off your heels and put them on the floor and then he knelt at the foot of the bed and massaged your feet. Finally, relief. 

— You did so well. You were perfect. — You smiled. A tender smile, as you felt dazed by the emotions your body had just gone through. He planted a kiss on the back of both your feet and then got up to come closer to your face and kiss your forehead. — Should we go downstairs and ask for a valsa?

You laughed softly. 

— Let’s just enjoy the music from here. 

So, hello!

I hope you enjoyed reading this! It's my first one shot, so I would (really really really) appreciate any feedback. 

I hope to come back here again with some other works because Carlos Sainz is a great source of inspiration and my mind is buzzing with the possibilities.

If you are reading this it *probably* means that you have read the whole thing, so: thank you very much! 

Check my new work: tightrope!

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[jongseongsnudes]

“in which jake sim cockblocks his members anywhere and everywhere.”

heeseung I jay version I jake I sunghoon 

“thanks for taking me out to dinner tonight jay, i know you’re really tired. we could’ve just stayed home and had dinner in.”

“i’m not tired baby,” he leans in closer to wrap his arms lovingly around your waist, “seeing you literally washed away all of my tiredness.”

“you’re so cheesy. you want something don’t you mr park?”

“i have you baby. that’s enough for me,” he was now so close to you, his lips practically brushing over the tip of your ear as he spoke, “but... i do want to see what you have underneath this dress though.”

“hint, hint. it’s your favourite red set.”

“oh shit i’m hard just thinking about it. i can’t wait to see it baby.”

“then lets go home. i’ll gladly show you what’s underneath, mr park,” you mutter underneath your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear you. your fingers find a rather comfortable spot on his chest, playfully drawing patterns on his button up. “orrrrr... unless you want to have a sneak peak in the car?”

“WAITER, MY GOOD MAN. CHECK PLEASE!”

you could only giggle at your excited boyfriend and quickly begin to pack away your purse when you felt a soft kiss on your cheek. it lasted about a second but was enough to have your stomach erupt into millions of butterflies. the effect of park jongseong.

“i love you baby. i’m truly the luckiest man alive-”

“OH MY GOD I FOUND YOU GUYS!”

both you and jay instantly whip around to the awfully familiar loud voice, only to see jake sim standing there in front of your table with his usual smug grin. without a word, the man self invites into the seat right beside you and begins to wave about for the waiter.

“man i’m starving!” jake sighs out, his eyes wracking over the dishes on the table, “why didn’t you wait for me jay? we could’ve came here together.”

“... what are you even doing here dude?”

“you told me you were taking your missus here and i haven’t seen her in a while so i thought why not come as well!” jake then turns his attention to you and leans in for a big hug, literally pulling you away from your boyfriend.

“but dude...” jay scratches the back of his head, a hint of annoyance in his tone, “we’re... kind of... on a... date?”

“i know. just pretend like i’m not even here okay! i’m just an illusion!”

you look over to your ridiculously handsome boyfriend to see him frowning while trying to cover the obvious tent inside his pants. you felt rather bad for him, wanting nothing more than to help him with his big problem but you couldn’t be rude to jake.

while you’re trying to calm down an irritated looking jay, a waiter suddenly appears at the table with a plate of what must’ve been a piece of chocolate mud cake. your absolute favourite from this restaurant.

“i thought the waiter said it was sold out tonight?” you look over at jay in confusion, “how come there’s a piece here?”

“i called in advance to save you a piece baby. i know how much you like it.”

“jay...” you clutch onto his cheeks with your palms and lean in to kiss him. although it was merely a piece of cake, you still felt moved by the sweet gesture. how lucky of you to have someone like park jongseong as a boyfriend.

“anything for you baby.”

you bring his face back towards you and shower him with several more kisses, making the man giggle cutely in response. you absolutely adored this cute side of him, a side only you ever got to see.

“jay i love you too-”

“HMMM WOW! THIS REALLY IS GOOD BRO!”

as if in slow motion, both you and jay turn over to see jake with his head thrown back against the chair, his hands clutching onto his head and some chocolate crumbs on the side of his lips. you then glance down at the plate on the table to see that it was already half eaten...

“JAKE FUCKING SIMMMMMM!”

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[pseudonymphomania]

This is the first time I've made something for my own MC. "Dear Love" refers to my IRL partner, whom I pretend to write to about my adventures in the Devildom.

I play the game as everyone's platonic friend. I am asexual and enjoy Queer Platonic Relationships for myself. I also play matchmaker in my own Devildom universe.

My attributes: average height. Black hair styled with a medium hold matte pomade. Brown eyes. Beauty mark under my nose. Dimple on one side of my face.

Clothing: Prefer formal wear over casual. Suspenders over belts. Monochromatic colours or loud ostentatious patterns, no in-between. Comfy dress shoes in black or brown but open to other colours to match outfits; I'm wearing leather monkstrap shoes in the picture. Metal accents like tie clips are crucial. Got laser eye surgery but sometimes wears fake glasses to feel something on my face. Satchel contains good pens, quality paper, and workstation. Fitbit on my wrist to count every step I take to solve the problems of the day.

Personality: wry and dry humour. Workaholic. Lifelong learner. The Parent Friend. Always happy to help. Frontline tendencies.

Skills: technical writing, sewing and clothing construction, trades and mechanics, hair cutting, musician (piano and guitar), singer and actor (theatre), novelist, artist

Likes: obtaining new skills and making new friends. Justice. Equity.

Dislikes: misunderstandings, situations that could have been handled effectively but weren't. Unclear communication.

Occupation before I got Isekai'd: Director of Operations

Character I relate to the most: Lucifer

Character I would date if I was inclined: Diavolo, because he reminds me of my actual partner.

The reason I ship DiaLuci so hard: I love my partner the most and this is a mirror to that, right down to situations and actual conversations we have had in real life. The narrative potential. Other reasons.

My MC and OM Characters in my Devildom:

Lucifer: would smugly tell me that I've used a comma splice and I'd tell him to "shove a semi-colon in it". He's my bestest friend in the entire Devildom. We go to cafes and bookstores and go shopping for office supplies. I tell him to stop working so hard and he stares at me like "You're the one telling me this? The audacity." I needle him about his crush and he tells me to fuck off but his face is red.

Mammon: my other bestie but in a wildly different way. He brings out the shit-disturber in me. We play billiards together and play for treats. I disapprove of his gambling but am all-in on the shopping. He takes me out to all the best food places. "Try this, Beckett, you'll really love it." Meanwhile it's some sort of Devildom Atrocity, but somehow it's still good.

Levi: my nerd friend. I bring him offerings and leave them outside his door. We play games often with Mammon and I kick their butts at fighting games, but get wrecked when I have to make choices. We stay up hellishly late and I wake up with chocolate on my face. "Lets do this again: ive got the hottest new dating sim to try!" We are both groggy and destroyed and i have to go to work, but I agree to come back tonight.

Asmo: my favourite boy toy. He's stylish as hell and knows what looks good on anybody. Hes my personal stylist. I cut his hair in exchange. Just like with Mammon I go shopping with Asmo, except he knows all the good places for clothing and knows where all the thrift stores are. "It doesnt have to be new and expensive to look good honey!" I agree. I cuddle with Asmo the most because he loves touch.

Satan: my boy thirsts for knowledge and I do too. We skill-trade and fan over cats. Unfortunately I'm very allergic, but I appreciate them from afar and draw cats for him to hang in his book-filled room. "Do you want to come to the cat Cafe with me?" Oh Satan. He's his father's son alright, but he's just as much of a shit disturber as Mammon. He teaches me fun curses to use on people but I'm content with just knowing it.

Beel: when I'm tired Beel carries me back home and talks about the science behind calories and energy retention in relation to demonic body types. He enjoys cooking and I love testing recipes on him, but I have to swat him away from eating it before it's done. We do exercises together and buff up together. "I can almost see your six pack, haha".

Belphie: he's my sleepy boy. He can be irrational sometimes but I put a blanket over his head to shake him out of it and he snuggles closer. I play him songs on piano and guitar and sing him to sleep, but then I also end up quite sleepy. He's like a son to me and I lecture him often. I try to keep him and Satan from screwing with Lucifer too much. I'm a double agent in the anti Lucifer league lol

Diavolo: i enjoy it when he regales me with Devildom laws, traditions and customs. He speaks of how the executive branch and legislative branch operates in the context of his kingdom and I suggest to strengthen certain areas of his constitution to bring his vision of equity and interrealm relations to the forefront. I am also a shit disturber and needle him about his crush. "You are asking beyond your means, Beckett. Forgive me if I don't answer." Hm... yes, of course. Sorry.

Barbatos: I learn how to be the most efficient I can be from someone who is the most efficient. He is skilled in everything and I must learn from the best. I'm his best student and I'm a teachers pet so i love to hear it. He's been and seen everything and he is an excellent linguist. He is poetry personified in the every day. "Don't let Solomon ruin you too much." I won't!

Solomon: I use my knowledge of mechanics and trades and recontextualise it to be an artificier and create magical items. He is also one to bring out the shit disturber in me and I have almost become Thirteen just from the incidentally nonsense stuff I make. "Oh that's an interesting effect. I wonder what will happen if I give this to Barbatos". Solomon, dude. Do you want to get murdered. Is that what you're into.

Simeon: he is my sweetest and chillest boy. My bestie to talk about justice and relationality with. When I'm insecure and feel like people don't like me as much as they do, he reassures me and tells me stories of his own relationships. "There is nothing wrong with stepping back. Once you've regained your sense of self, you'll be able to pursue the path of friendship again and people will be ready to receive you."

Luke: he is like my son. I make sure he doesn't get nightmares because he seems to have a hard time acclimating to his demonic environment. He teaches me how to bake so that I can make some cakes that look like real inanimate objects and eat them in front of people, to their shock.

Mephisto: I am like Lucifer 2.0. He doesn't really like me but I have no hard feelings toward him.

Thirteen: my Bae. She's a delight but I have to make sure her shenanigans don't cause too much damage in the area or accidentally kill me. I would date her after Diavolo if I was inclined to do that.

I hope you enjoyed seeing my experience and interpretation of the game from my point of view. Everyone's MC journey is very personal to them and I do not believe there is a wrong way to enjoy the game. Thank you for reading. :)

#obey me dialuci #dialuci #obey me male mc #obey me main character #obey me shall we date #otome asexual #Obey me asexual player

[mayullla]

My self-insert if I was a genshin character lol. Well, specifically Mayu my self insert character, lol. (not coloured unfortunately)

Some specifics I guess lol (undercut)

+ Dendro support with a catalyst.

+ Father is a merchant who mainly works at Liyue while Mayu's mom is from Inazuma. Lives going back and forth between Sumeru and Liyue (but Liyue was where she lived the longest and where she got her dendro vision)

+ A merchant but to be honest much prefers just making stuff. From writing, drawing, crafting, sewing, etc she is willing to pick up many creative hobbies if she could.

+ Adores likes really really badly adores beautiful and pretty things and is also somewhat a hoarder of it.... somewhat. (face over personality!!)

+ Not a popular writer or anything but writes different stuff ranging from just cute stories to read to a few short psychological ones. She can't handle writing novels (too many times did she stop after finishing the prologue) (not a lot of people know about the psychological ones...)

+ Jack of all trades than a master of one she really just does it for fun.

+ Attacks are inspired by flowers and/or anything elegant and pretty.

+ Idle one: Daydreaming till she gets an idea and pulls out her notebook, sometimes it is writing like what she should make later, sometimes it is a drawing which can be dresses or patterns.

+ Idle two: Creates a flower (rose, lily, etc) with her vision that looks similar to her attacks, thinking before letting the flower disappear into the air and then yawns tired.

#mayu art #my art

[ggomos-maribat]

D-DAY Chapter 3 | 181 Days Before

TW: Brief mention of suicide

His chest was tight, squeezed by impending deadlines and the buzz of caffeine. Tim wandered into the dining hall as the numbness sparked tingles from his cheeks down to his fingertips. When was the last time I ate? I need rest.

I need her.

Just on cue, Marinette emerged, carrying a feather duster. She gave him a worried once-over and asked, "Are you okay?"

His lips drew into a fine line. "Yeah, just tired."

She put the duster away before wiping her hands on her apron. "You should sleep. I can make you some tea."

"I—I don't think it's a good idea. I might not wake up in time."

"Let's take a break then." She moved closer to him to feel his forehead with the back of her hand. "Why don't we go out to the gardens? Get some fresh air?"

Tim snuck a peek outside. The sky was unusually clear, letting in a shower of light that wasn't too harsh nor too little. The shadows of the trees were safe havens if they wanted to sprawl on the grass.

"That sounds nice." He nodded weakly.

"I'll fetch a basket and my sketchpad first." Marinette's embroidered apron came loose. "It'll be a picnic."

A picnic date, Tim supplied in his head. He told her that he was going to fetch something, and sprinted up to his bedroom to grab a camera and an old skateboard.

With all their things packed, they ventured to the middle of the gardens, choosing a comfy spot sandwiched between two trees. The checkered blanket fluttered in the breeze as Marinette laid it down. Meanwhile, Tim helped take out the packed pastries from the basket. Scents of cinnamon, cherries, and chocolate drifted out.

"Are you still doing that design? The one with the hitched collar?" He glanced at her sketchpad. The button up had caught his attention before, when she was drawing it.

" Notched collar." She crossed her legs, flipping a page open. "I'm changing it to a dress with a patterned A-line."

He'd come to know about Marinette's talent for artistry, and whenever they saw each other, she'd ask him about his thoughts on her design. He'd try his best to point out which ones he liked. 'This one's comfy'. 'I'd wear this to a gala'. 'This one would look good on you'.

She'd take his opinions to heart, listening intently while he spoke albeit knowing so little about fashion. His stomach would tie in knots every night he replayed her keen eyes and focused expression.

Marinette flipped to another page where two designs were sketched out, exact replicas of each other except for the sleeves. "What about this one? Bell or butterfly sleeve?"

He scooted closer to her, taking a bite from his banana muffin. "This one's the bell, right?" She nodded. "Uhh, the bell adds some volume but the butterfly one fits more into the blouse."

"Butterfly it is." She took a raspberry danish as she made the modifications.

Marinette held up her sketchbook at another angle. "So you brought a camera."

"An old hobby." He swiped a finger at the controls, opening up his old gallery to show her. There were old photos of the skyline and the mundane Gotham days. "I fell out of it because I got busy and all."

"Those look beautiful, Tim!" Marinette marveled, bringing a rosy hue to his cheeks. "Can you take a photo of me?"

"Of you?"

"Or—or anything you want! If you want to practice again."

"I'll take one of you." Of your beauty . He smiled. "Just sit and sketch. Don't mind the camera."

Marinette was slightly tensed up, but she continued drawing, making small strokes and sticking her gaze on the paper. Tim's heart sped up as he captured the shots. It had been a while since he took proper pictures of people. Pictures that were made for memories and nostalgia, and not for investigations.

He left her alone in her own bubble for a while and moved on to snapping other pictures: the sky, the fallen leaves, their food.  He even chanced upon a ladybug on a nearby flower patch. The tranquility was something he had become unfamiliar with. He forgot how freeing it was to do something he loved.

Marinette leaned on one hand to look over his shoulder. "Can I see?"

"Go ahead." One by one, they went through the shots. Tim realized he'd taken more pictures of her than anything else.

"Send me everything. I'll print them out and hang them up somewhere," she told him. "I love the ladybug one. Reminds me of home."

"Why? Do you usually spot ladybugs in Paris?"

She was hesitant in answering. "Sometimes.  They bring luck and healing."

"I'll make sure to find more for you then." He browsed through more of the photos. "Do you miss home?"

". . . A little bit."

"What's it like there?"

Marinette pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, not meeting his eyes. "It's lively. For me, it's really the city of romance. I don't remember a day when I haven't found a piece of inspiration from it."

He didn't remember if he'd visited before. Wayne Industries had a branch in the city, but he wasn't in charge of handling reports coming from it.

"I'd love to visit with you someday."

"Su—sure. Someday."

---

When the pastries were nothing but crumbs, they pushed their stuff to one corner of the blanket and laid down on their sides facing each other. Having Marinette close was a spectacular sight; he could see the freckles dotting across her nose and the slight wrinkles on the corner of her eyes as she laughed.

"Thanks for bringing me out here, Marinette," he said softly.

Her hand moved up to poke his cheek. "Photosynthesized enough?"

"Yeah." His smile went from ear to ear. Her hand traveled up to his hair, making him shiver. "I always bury myself in work that I forget to just . . . breathe."

She raked her hand through his locks. "If I wasn't around, what would happen to you?"

"Alfred will probably dunk me into bed every six to seven business days," he drawled. "It wouldn't be a proper rest."

"Tim. You can't do that to yourself every time." His breath hitched at the way her hand moved over his scalp. "I've been there. It's not fun doing anything if you're wearing yourself down."

Tim's voice lowered to a delicate whisper. "I know, but if I keep myself busy, my work can distract me. From—from—"

"Being lonely?" She knew him so well.

"I'm so afraid. If I slip up just once, I'll lose everything I have. If I don't keep up with work, I'll be useless. Worthless.

I feel like an intruder, like I don't belong here," he confessed. "I don't deserve anything I have right now."

He was always standing on the edge, threatening to fall over anytime. The others always needed a favor from him. Those were the only times they gave him attention. If he didn't have her, he didn't know what would happen to him.

"You do. You're not a stranger. You're part of your family." Her thumb caressed his cheek. "They love you. I know they do. They just don't know how much you need them right now. You can talk to them."

His eyes closed for a moment. Was that really how she saw it? Was he the one overreacting?

"If they don't listen, then you have me. I'll be here for you," she said. "It's okay for you to rely on someone else."

So close.

They had inched towards each other, so dangerously close. Their noses barely touched and their breaths mingled. His gaze flitted towards her lips.

"Mari—"

"I like you a lot," she breathed out.

His eyes widened a fraction. His head blanked out.

"I want to stay by your side. Spend everyday with you like this," she continued.

He wanted to say that he felt the same, and he had been anxious that she didn't see him in a romantic way so he kept his distance. He wanted to say that she meant so much to him but it drove him insane thinking of her leaving some day.

"I like you too."

But before she could say anything, Tim abruptly sat up, face heating up. "I—I uhh, do you want to learn how to skateboard? I brought my old skateboard out and maybe I can teach you how to ride it, and um, we can go to the front of the manor and —wait we should get you a helmet and kneepads 'cause you're so clumsy outside of the kitchen . . ."

She bit back a smile at his babbling. "Sure, I'd love to learn."

---

Marinette set down the matching coffee cups on the countertop. She was pouring the drink when Dick came into the dimly lit kitchen.

"Hey Mars." She noted his exhausted features. "Can I ask for advice?"

"Of course. How can I help?"

"You've been spending a lot of time with Tim lately, right?"

"Yes," she replied slowly, putting down the thermos.

"He sent a message earlier and . . ." Dick trailed off, struggling for the right words.

"He told you about how he felt." Marinette's eyebrows shot up. When she had told Tim to talk to his family, she didn't expect him to start so soon.

"Have we really been neglecting him?" Dick's voice was strained. She could see the evident stress from him, the dread and guilt coming from hurting his brother.

"He's still preoccupied with work," Marinette explained. "But when he's free, he says he has no one to talk to and that's why he visits the manor more often."

Dick mumbled a few words to himself. She caught some familiar names: Tim's friends.

"I don't think you meant to hurt him." She offered a small smile. "Everyone gets too swamped in their own lives at some point. It just happens."

Dick heaved out a sigh. "Is he mad at me?"

"He didn't say he was mad . . . and it doesn't seem like he is. He's frustrated but he won't hold a grudge." Her fingers drummed on the edge of the tray in contemplation. "Just talk to him. Smooth things over. He won't push you away because he needs you."

"I'm really sorry you got involved—"

Her eyes steeled. "Don't be. I care about Tim." More than you can ever know . "I understand what he's going through and I want to help him as much as I can."

Dick seemed to examine her, partially carrying an air of doubt. She could see why: she was a newcomer, not yet someone they could fully trust. Most of them barely interacted with her since they didn't stay in the manor. If the Waynes thought she was trying to manipulate Tim, she wouldn't be surprised.

"What do you suggest I do?" Dick asked.

Her shoulders rose and fell. "Spend time with him. It doesn't matter what you do—as long as you're there, Tim's fine with it. If you can't, make a promise and keep it."

He coughed. "Thanks for that. I'll try to talk to the old man too. Pretty sure he also got his own message."

"Ah, for Mr. Wayne, I think it's better to not interfere. He should go to Tim on his own." She raised the tray holding one coffee cup on a saucer, along with a teaspoon. "Why don't you bring this to him?"

"Nah, he's going to think you forced me or something," he declined. "I'll talk to him first thing in the morning . . . or when he wakes up."

Bidding goodbye, he exited the kitchen to rest in his bedroom. Marinette stared at the direction he went off to. At least one of them came right away. Dick also had a lot on his plate, and she could tell that he'd get distressed if he couldn't meet those responsibilities. A tendency for self-sacrifice.

She added her own mug to the tray, picked up the set, and headed to Tim's bedroom. As for Jason, I'm sure he cares a lot but the tension between the two of them might make him hesitate. The same goes for Damian. Still, she hoped they could ease into good terms.

Marinette found Tim hunched over a stack of papers on his desk. She placed the cups on a safe spot and saw that the papers weren’t the usual ones he had. “What are those?” she asked, pulling up a seat. 

Tim stretched his arms, taking his coffee with a small ‘thanks’. “I took a break the whole day so I thought I should get into another hobby of mine. Cold cases. I try to solve them or look for leads.” 

Her eyes scanned over the long paragraphs. There were photos of evidence, suspect profiles, and crime scene details scattered all over the table. “Interesting. What’s the case you’re working on right now?” 

“This one was dismissed as a suicide but it’s clearly not one.” His finger hovered over the notes scribbled at the edge of one page. “There are signs of struggle, and traces of another person in the crime scene. But police weren’t able to identify a suspect and the gun was the victim’s, so they wrapped it up quickly.” 

Marinette frowned as she read the list of clues. “Wouldn’t the traces left behind lead to the culprit?” 

“I checked the evidence, but they look like they were tampered with. The perpetrator obviously made an effort to make the clues misleading.” Tim gestured at another set of notes. “See, there was stuff left behind that the victim never owned and all of them didn’t have any fingerprints or DNA samples.” 

“Hmm, they could still be the victim’s,” she considered. “Have you looked into their origins?” 

“Actually, not yet.” He immediately grabbed his laptop, eyes shining. “I completely forgot. There might be receipts from their purchase or something. You're a genius, Mari."

"It's not much." She hid her face behind her mug.

"It's everything. You're amazing. You always are." She sucked in a breath when he took her hand and squeezed it.

"Do you think you can share some cases with me?" She picked up a folder with stapled papers inside. "I want to try looking over them too."

"Sure, I'll send you the ones I compiled with complete evidence."

They ended up losing sleep over long discussions on the mysteries. Theories went from outlandish ones to downright conspiratorial. They'd laugh, drink coffee, and jot down their notes on the spaces between the lines until finally, they both fell asleep resting against each other. 

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[ascendancy-echoes]

Interlude: Modus Operandi

Zarya knew she was special. Her mom and dad said so. Dad called her his little star and he was always smiling at her, even when his head hurt or he felt sick and was too tired to play. Sometimes he and her mom got frustrated but they always said sorry and tried to explain things to her.

As far as Zarya could remember, certain people in her life were very different from most. Mom always had a warm glow around her, like a fire in their hearth. Dad always had rainbow sparkles and shadows around him the way trees made spotty shadows on a sunny day.

Her uncle and aunt also shimmered and sparkled. The flickers of sparks around Uncle Crono reminded her of a distant thunderstorm while Aunt Marle and cousin Liz reminded her of a snowy field on a sunny day, sparkling and foggy. Zarya liked cousin Oren’s sparkles. It was like a misty rain all around him. She thought it was funny how he never got wet from the rain only she could see.

Of course, she had sparkles too. It was fun to flap her hands and watch the swirls of iridescent sparkles flow around her.

Everyone else didn’t sparkle and Zarya always wondered why. She just couldn’t find the words to ask.

One day, she saw someone glance into the library and they had black air, like dark smoke and black downy feathers around them. Zarya remembered she wanted to follow them, curious who this new person was. She would have followed if her mom and dad hadn’t stopped her. Then Dad got sick and they had to go home.

For some reason, Dad got sick a lot after that day.  Zarya grew bored and frustrated that she didn’t get to visit the castle as much as she wanted.

“Go to the castle?” was constantly met with “We’ll see.”

Zarya knew that “We’ll see” was really “Not today and we won’t tell you when we’re going because we don’t know yet.”

Zarya preferred routine. It was safe and made sense. Routine wasn’t as routine these days. It was worrisome. So she made her own routine.

First, wake up nice and early so the day could start. Next, put on her favorite green dress (with pockets) and comfy boots. Then, read all the books in the living room. Once mom and dad were awake it was time for breakfast. Then, if dad wasn’t sick, he went to work at the castle.

After that, the day pretty much consisted of Mom teaching her things like “math” and “writing”. Zarya liked writing but not always what or when Mom wanted. Math was also fun sometimes. There were patterns to numbers. Something routine.

Lunch usually meant a sandwich because Mom wasn’t that good at cooking. She got distracted easily. Dinner was sometimes fun because if Dad wasn’t sick, Zarya could help out and Dad was the best cook. He taught her songs and they would sing together while they cooked. Otherwise it was sandwiches again and no singing (Mom couldn't sing very well). Zarya didn’t mind sandwiches and quiet.

The afternoons in between lunch and dinner were the most un-routine times for Zarya. Maybe Mom would take her to the castle to see Dad and her cousins. Sometimes Mom would be busy in the workshop on their property and kinda forget the world around her unless Zarya reminded her. Zarya didn’t mind much because she liked reading or drawing quietly and just enjoying being with her mom on those days.

One day, Zarya followed her kitten Maia into her parents’ bedroom. She usually wasn’t allowed in there alone but there was nothing unsafe about the room, so Zarya figured it was okay once in a while. Maia somehow got on top of her parents’ bookshelf and Zarya wanted her to come down and cuddle in her lap.

“Maia come cuddle?”

Zarya moved a stool over to the bookshelf and climbed up to coax her cat down. Maia meowed at her from the top shelf. As Zarya reached for Maia, the cat leapt down. That’s when Zarya spied the book that Maia had been sitting on. Carefully, she pulled it off the shelf and looked at the cover. There was no writing on the outside but a quick peek inside showed it was some sort of picture book.

“Zarya? It’s time to go to the castle,” her mom called from downstairs.

Zarya slipped the book into her messenger bag and ran down the hall and stairs to her mom. Maybe she could ask her cousin Oren to read the book to her. He was a really good reader and the smartest person she knew besides her parents.

#chrono trigger au #echoes in time #chrono trigger #zeal ascendancy #Title means “Way of Operating” aka “Zarya's routine”

[pbandjesse]

Sadly baby mouse died overnight. I am not shocked after how quickly he deteriorated yesterday. I just hope he was comfortable in the end. I feel really bad. But I tried my best. I really did. I would bury him with his brother in the clover pot.

I felt sad this morning because of that. I hadn't slept bad. And let myself sleep until 9. When I woke up I had a sore throat. It's like deep in the base of my skull. Which might be be allergies but it for sure not comfy.

I got dressed. And tried to feel fine. I cleaned up all the mouse stuff. Said goodbye. Tried to feel normal.

I had a little breakfast. And I worked on the sweater project. I decided that it's not the right shape. Which is alright. It was a fun try and I will move on to the next project now. I am not sure what that will look like but I'm looking forward to trying to make something else

My hands need a little break I think though and I might do some sewing to get ready for the Christmas market. Or draw some new bears. We will see.

I would chill on the couch after I vacuumed up the yarn fluff I got all over the living room. I thought about cleaning but then I was just a bit paralyzed. I was tired and couldn't do anything. So I didn't. I had a deviled egg. I ran downstairs to get a package for a neighbor when the doorbell rang. I laid in bed for a little while.

I got up at 12 and finished getting ready. I put my shoes on. And I was off. I said hello to my neighbor outside. And drove to awah.

I put on music to hype myself up. And got there early. I was most of the way set up when Zoe got there.

It was a fun day. I was really pleased to see the sisters back from the spring who I really like. I also just really liked the project. We were talking about geometric shapes and colors and patterns. And everyone seemed really into it. Which I always love. I just want everyone to have fun. And this was a good one.

Me and Naomi also made some art to encourage the teens. One of the sister, Tiffany, loved the black outlines on my art and asked if she could do it too. Of course!! She seemed so excited, it was so sweet. Her sister, Sierra, held my hand and told me she was afraid of bees. She also was very concerned with the dates of the class which I think is very sweet. She just wants to know what's up, which I can absolutely relate too.

We had a lull between groups and were able to reset. I had a nice conversation with Mary Ellen about what puhtok does and the group I work with on Tuesdays with profoundly disabled students. She got a little misty! I was surprised but I also got it.

The adult class was fun. I had a nice conversation with Andrew and his dad about how Andrew has such a beautiful eye for color and his work reminds me of Hilma af Klint. Which I think made Andrew flattered.

I also just had some nice interactions with Richard and his aid. About pop art and painting. It was a fun class.

Me and Naomi would chat about her trip next weekend and how we have no class. It'll be nice to have a free Sunday. And we were pretty good at reminding people about it. Hate to mess up any of their routines, I know how important that is for them, but everyone seems mostly chill about it.

It would take a little bit to get all of the materials out away. Andrew and Brian had helped us bring things to the table and I got everything put away. Chatted with Andrew's dad. But soon it was time to go.

I remembered to alarm the building. And then walked to my car. Which was surprisingly warm. I took my sweater and socks off. And wrote my notes for the class while the ac cooled down the car.

I I went to target. I was originally going to go this morning but I am glad I waited. It was fun. But it was also incredibly busy. Target was having some kind of sale if you used the app. Which finally pushed me to download the app.

And I saved so much??? I had $18 in Cashback on my account I didn't know about and a $5 gift card, plus 30% off half my items. I ended up getting a $95 order for $58! That's crazy!

I did really good sticking to my list. But I also treated myself to a beautiful green fleece jacket that I love. Its so soft. And if we use girl math, with my discounts today I got it for free.

Of course it's way to warm to wear it. But in the coming weeks I am sure it's going to be great.

I paid after waiting on a very long line. Almost left the store without getting the security tag taken off the fleece but after the door beeped at me twice I went back and got it fixed. Oops.

I dropped off my purchases in the car and walked to five below. Which was also to busy but it was fine. I did not have luck finding what I was looking for. The final items on my list. Pimple patches and brown sugar chapstick. I still had fun looking around.

I remembered I had a $10 gift card for Ulta so I walked next door and had great luck. I found a new brand of patches that weren't expensive and the brown sugar chapstick! Which had a redesigned package so I'm glad I was able to find it even if it didn't look like I expected from the old packaging.

The girl at the counter was excited for me that my total was $4 after my gift card. Excellent. Love a deal. She also helped me fix my Ulta account that wasn't set up correctly. Why it had my Minnesota address and my brother's name I will never know. Weird weird weird.

I walked to the Michaels next. No luck on the strap material but I found a few other little things I was excited about. Some ribbon and super glue. A cup and a wall hook shaped like a heart. I had a coupon for there too. I was doing really good today.

I got a piece of candy while I was there and ate that while I walked back to the car. And then home.

It was a nice drive back. And I was really happy to be back. I was tired.

James was playing DND with their friends. I put things away and laid on the couch with sweetp. James said they would play for another hour. And once that hour was up I requested they get off and have dinner with me. So they did.

They would run to the store to get dressing. And then we had a salad, fries, and grilled cheeses for dinner. James just made one dinner that we shared and it was very sweet. I love my husband.

I have been hanging out all evening. Texting Celia about how whimsy is the best prevention for COVID. Sweetp was being a little cutie cuddling me. I got a shower. James and me are in bed now. I am very much ready for sleep.

James told me that they are very sorry that baby mouse died. But they feel like taking care of him healed something in them for the mouse tests they had to do in highschool. I am glad that we tried. I am sad but I know we showed kindness and that is important to me.

Tomorrow we are taking Sweetp to the vet for a check up. He is to fat so I am expecting them to tell us that. But besides that I think we are just having a chill day. I hope it is restful.

Sleep well everyone. Wash your hands and take care of eachother.

[kitwing-moving]

hiii albedo birthday fic from his point of view thats literally it. also pre-relationship vivbedo too btw.

i wrote this so fast srry ignore any mistakes. not proofread bc i get so embarry reading thru my own writing.

The lab was quiet today. Vivian was out, having gone out to scout the entirety of Mondstadt after catching wind of rifthound rumors. She always was so dedicated to seeking them out, almost as if it was all she knew how to do.

Albedo sighed quietly, eyes drawn to the stains of spilled paint. Blue handprints and a smiley face drawn on in yellow. He remembered the day when it had happened, burned into his mind. It was something that filled his chest with a feeling that was slowly growing familiar to him.

("Oops..." Eyes wide, cloak and front of her dress covered in paint. She didn't mean to drop the paint tray, and she near instantly dropped down to her knees to gather it back up. She cringed when her hand landed in a puddle of blue paint, looking around before she went to grab the tube of yellow paint.

Only too late did she notice the new mistake she made - a handprint in blue, right on the carpet.

"Oh..." She paused, unmoving, as she thought.

And then she put a small blob of yellow paint on the tip of her finger, quickly drawing a rather large smiley face.

What she wasn't aware of, however, was Albedo standing at the entrance as she rushed to clean the rest of her mess up.

He observed her drawing. It was very clearly amateurish, but yet it had its own charm. Something she enjoyed creating art of - the various foxes around Dragonspine. It was a recreation of what he guessed was a memory of hers, dangling a feather just above a group of three foxes, and just playing with them in general.

It was cute.)

Albedo shook his head, aware of the large smile that quickly grew on his face.

She was so full of life and determination, eyes twinkling with certainty and pride. That was a look she shared with almost everyone, and if it was anyone else... well, it would be a little obnoxious.

And he supposed she did fit that description as well, although it was also something endearing on her.

But she had other smiles, too - ones only reserved for a select few in Mond.

Soft. Loving. Overjoyed. Even sleepy, tired ones.

And ones for solely him. She'd grin so excitedly, so big. Her eyes crinkled at the edges and she blushed, tips of her ears even red as well.

He was quite fond of it.

Albedo let himself linger in his thoughts a bit longer, eyes wandering around the lab as he tried to focus on the projects and experiments he wanted to perform today.

And yet, Vivian was still in his mind.

Her presence was something that just felt right. And with her talk and chatter absent, or the warmth of her standing so close beside him as she tried to take in what he was doing...

Albedo missed her presence. Of course, she wouldn't be gone for very long. She prides herself on her efficiency, although it does tend to lead to her being a bit (a whole lot) reckless and destructive.

And while it worried Albedo to no end, he couldn't deny that he always felt his breath catch in his throat for a split second when he saw her after a successful bounty.

Proud, hands on her hips as she bragged and gloated. Smirks directed at everyone, but whenever her eyes got towards him, her smirk faltered and he could see just how lovestruck she was for him.

Of course, she didn't seem to notice it herself just yet. She'd cling to his arm at times, bragging to him as her face warmed. It did catch Albedo off guard often whenever she did that - and it embarrassed him a tiny bit as well.

At this rate, I won't be able to get any work done. His mind refused to leave the topic of her, and it frustrated him a bit.

Oh?

He caught site of a letter on his desk Brightly colored envelope and the patterns of toy stamps places upon it - almost as if Klee had decorated it.

Albedo opened the envelope, surprised to see a trading card inside, along with a letter.

He ever so gently pulled the card out, recognizing it as a competitive trading card - one involving archons, adepti, and even more.

And this particular card was one of Vivian's favorites. Rainbow outline, and the card's front filled with the art and scenery of what he guessed to be an adeptus from Liyue.

A being seemingly made of clouds, and short black and red horns that could only be described as elegant.

There were words on the card too - ones describing what it could do in the trading game, as well as ten stars at the very bottom.

It was a very beautiful card, Albedo had to admit.

He set it down, now unfolding the letter.

A poof of glitter popped out, surprising him. He spluttered, golden sparkles and confetti momentarily hitting him in the mouth.

Hey, Chalkboy!!!! ^_^

Happy birthday! At least, it is today, right? Kaeya told me, and I'd feel soooo bad if he was just playing a prank on me!!!

Anyways, meet me beneath that big tree by the statue of the seven tomorrow! You know the one, just outside of the city?

I've got a picnic planned and I even bought a telescope! You can look at the stars and tell me smart stuff you know about them!

Oh, by the way, you aren't super busy right? If you are then we can take a raincheck on that picnic!

Ok but anyways have a blast today chalkboy!!!! You're the bestest friend I could ask for, and because of that I hope you have the bestest day ever! ♡♡♡

Sincerely,

VIVIAN!!!!!!!♡

p.s. get into adventures with archons with me!!! i can get another adeptus ganyu card later, but i bought you a whole bunch of other packs too!! battle me sometime!

Very Vivian. The colored ink made him chuckle, and he folded the letter back up, returning it inside the envelope along with the card.

That feeling was even stronger now, cozy warmth spreading across his body.

Vivian, so full of life and compassion and care.

Vivian, always so ready to help or jumping to her feet at the first sign of duty, that smug and confident smile on her face that Albedo felt himself a little flustered by.

He's in love with her, and he's known that for some time now. And while he's tried confessing in the past, she always seemed to get tense and awkward about it, always so unsure.

But he felt like tomorrow would be a good time to admit his feeling once more.

That would be a nice gift, he thought. He felt himself get shy at the thought that popped in his head, and his eyes darted away from the envelope.

Yes, he was desperately in love with someone who seemed to be everywhere at once, someone who seemed smug enough that she might be able to woo others quite easily.

But she didn't. She was always by his side, blushing face and adoring smile, always chatting away at him and offering her help when she could.

Albedo sighed, aware of how warm his face was.

"Alright. Have to get to work now." He said to himself.

He was giddy for tomorrow.

#🐾.txt #alchemic blooms #🐾.genshin vivi #🐾.writing

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Buddy Daddies- The meeting

Here it is! My one-shot about my Buddy Daddies AU!! I prepared some doodles of Nightmare’s dress and Error’s suit! I’ll post the finished drawing when I’ll finish them.

Have a nice reading!!

Nightmare was already playing his plan in his head for the third time. Today was Gaster’s, the nation's first minister, birthday party. He and Error got commissioned to kill him, it needed to look like a murder but they couldn’t draw attention like Error liked to do. Nightmare’s partner really deserved the nickname of “The destroyer”.

Speaking of the devil, the black-boned skeleton was still watching Undernovela for what Nightmare believed to be the fourth hour.

“Still playing the plan in your head? How many times did you do this? Five?”  Error said not even looking at his partner.

“Three. But that’s not the point! What are you doing on the couch?! You need to get ready!”

Error groaned and whined at his boyfriend. He had no envy to go to that fancy party or to see any of those snooty people.

Nightmare prepared a cover for them. Tonight they will be a rich couple attending the party on the behalf of an old family. Nightmare prepared fake invitations so he forced the glitch to put a suit on and come with him. Urgh…

“I don’t wanna go! Why do I have to socialize with those abominations?!”

Nightmare sighed with his new lilac dress in his hands. If he hated this mission so much, why did he choose it? Sometimes Error was impossible to understand.

“Because the job you chose asks for discretion. So go put this damn suit on before we end up late.”

The destroyer groaned again but actually shut the TV down and went to the bathroom to get ready. Nightmare did the same in his room.

When his partner came back with a pissed expression and in the clothes, Nightmare chose for him, the skeleton in the dress smiled.

“It suits you well.”

The dark blue clothing accentuated Error’s blue pattern under his eyes and the blue strings the destroyer added to the tie were a really good touch.

“Well…The dress looks good on you too…” The black-boned skeleton added, a little blushing at his partner’s comment.

The assassin smiled and thanked him. It was true that the lilac dress looked nice on him. It matched his eye lights colors and it accentuated the silver aspect his bones could have with the moonlight. 

“Well if you’re ready then let’s go.”

Error suddenly got a predatory smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to see you go to an apeshit.” The destroyer said while Nightmare smiled more. He couldn’t wait either.

******

“Cross I’m hungry…” Horror whined in the arms of his older brother.

Cross hugged the three-year-old skeleton against his chest while Killer started searching for a fruit or anything that could ease the hunger of his younger brother.

“Me too Killer…” Dust said with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eye sockets as tired as he was.

“How about bananas?!” Killer exclaimed with a forced smile.

Their provisions’ reserves were getting low and soon they wouldn’t have anything left. A look from Cross made Killer realize how hard it was going to be if they didn’t find their dad quickly.

The orphanage where they were staying had always been poor but a week ago the manager told them to go away, back to their father that lived in a big city. Apparently, they didn’t have enough money to keep all of them. Killer seriously doubted that, he saw the teachers and manager drinking wine countless times. They weren’t that poor, they just didn’t want them anymore.

Such a stupid idea. Whoever told two four-year-olds to leave their home with two-three years old?! Chased away for money, the boys had no choice but to take the train to the city of their father. Killer hoped he was a kind man while Cross only wanted safety for them.

“Here, do you want me to peel it for you?”

Horror and Dust nodded and gave their meals to their older brothers. Cross helped Horror to eat because he was making a mess and they were short of tissues too.

“Ticket control!” The controller that suddenly entered their wagon exclaimed.

Killer groaned while Cross put Horror on the bench to talk to the adult in front of him. He was like a giant, at least three times his length.

“Our dad isn’t here for the moment but he’ll come back. It’s him who has the tickets.”

Dust put a piece of banana in KIller’s mouth before he shouted at the controller. He was well known to argue with adults especially when they were against him. Killer never admitted it when he was wrong and it didn’t always end well for them.

“I see! Well, tell him to go to me when he comes back, okay boys?” The controller said with a big smile.

“Of course! Don’t worry sir!” Cross exclaimed while the controller left their wagon.

Once the adult was out Cross hurried to pull four empty bottles out of his bag. 

“I’ll go fetch some water, you guys stay here. We’ll get out at the next station.”

Killer nodded and started packing everything. Blankets, toys, food, everything went back into Killer and Cross’s bags. Dust got up while Horror was putting his coat back.

“Killer, can you help me with the buttons?”

Killer grimaced when Horror asked that, Dust didn’t ask for it too but his face meant it. The older skeleton looked at the coat with a weird expression, he didn’t know how to button up a coat.

Luckily for him, Cross came back pretty quickly and he knew how to button up a coat or a shirt.

“Crossy help! It’s not a zip I can’t close it…”

 Cross hurried toward his brothers and helped them before turning to Killer. He was the only one to have a jacket with a zip so he had no problem getting ready.

Horror came to his brothers’ sides and put hats on their heads. They didn’t bother with scarves since none of them knew how to put them right.

“Alright let’s go. Be careful, we need to avoid the controller.” Cross said when the train suddenly stopped.

The four little kids tried to be as silent and discreet as ninjas, Killer even mimicked one to make his brothers laugh. With no controller in sight, they ran out of the train as fast as they could. When they finally stopped running they were in a crowded street with a lot of shops.

“Finally! We’re here! It’s dad city guys!” Killer exclaimed to his overjoyed brothers.

They traveled by train for a week to get here. Now they only needed to find their dad's hotel. The manager of the orphanage told them they would find him in Sorey’s hotel because he had a birthday party. Before they left the manager told them the name of the city and gave them their little bags.

“Let’s go see dad! I wanna meet him!” Dust exclaimed in a small voice.

Killer and Cross nodded before taking their younger brothers’ hands to go to the hotel. They were all so impatient to meet him!

******

Nightmare was drinking some champagne waiting for the right time when he’ll be able to pick up his order. A deadly poison for the first minister. Since the mission was supposed to be discreet he couldn’t just destroy everything with Error. For his partner's misery, they were going to be more cunning than violent.

A small yet bright light came into the assassin's eye sockets. Finally the signal he’s been waiting for an hour now! Error was right he needed to change his supplier. 

Nonchalantly Nightmare went to the corridor where he was supposed to meet Fresh, his drugs and poison supplier.

“You’re late. Again.” He said with a cold voice and his cyan eye focused on the skeleton in front of him.

When he was on a mission and needed to do some transaction with the mafia or other murderers, Nightmare took the habit to revert to another form. It helped him keep his identity a secret from the police and all kinds of dangerous people.

So right now he had a dark goop covering his body, a cyan eye, and four tentacles in his back. His ecto also took the cyan color of his eye light.

“Sorry Brah! They refused to let me in! Can you believe it, they told me I couldn’t get in with my clothes?!”

Nightmare took a look at Fresh’s clothes, they were as colorful as ever. Yeah…So surprising he had trouble getting into a rich politician’s party like that.

“Do you have what I wanted?”

“Yep! Deadly poison here you go!” Fresh exclaimed, throwing a small bottle at the assassin. “Gotta go Brah! See you later!” He added before running away when a footsteps noise resonated in the corridor.

Nightmare reverted into his passive form and hid the bottle in his bra, not sure of what was coming.

“Dad!!” A small shape screamed before trapping the assassin’s legs into a hug.

Nightmare stared at the little kid in front of him for a moment. Shocked, he didn't even say anything and soon the little skeleton hugging him was joined by three other ones.

“You found him Horror!” The one with black tears drooling on his face exclaimed cheerfully.

Why were they multiplying?! Why were they calling him dad?! He hadn’t slept with a stranger for years! But they clearly looked older than the time he stopped doing that. Error was going to kill him!

“Wait wait where are you coming from Kids?! What do you mean by dad?”

The one with a red scar under one of his eyes came in front of him and with a bright smile he gave him an envelope. Inside was a letter telling him he was their dad and they all have different mothers but that none of them wanted anything to do with the kids.

“The orphanage manager told us our dad was a skeleton with bright white bones and purple eyes! And that he’ll be at tonight's birthday party!”

Nightmare was reading the letter again and again, his name was nowhere so even if the description fitted him, he had a hard time believing it.

“How can you be so sure it’s me? There must be another person here who feet the description!”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say because the kids started crying and begging him to not abandon them. Stars… What was he supposed to do now…?

“Hey!! What are you doing here?! It’s a private area!” A human in a black suit screamed with a gun in his hands.

Dammit! The security! If they checked on him, they would see the poison and he would be in a lot of trouble.

Keeping the kids close to him, Nightmare was about to prepare himself for a new fight but then sharp blue strings cut the man in two. Nightmare only got enough time to revert to his other form and hide the children’s eyes with his tentacles.

“Which part of discreet didn’t you get Error?!”

“Yeah, I would have preferred, thank you Error.” The destroyer said, pouting at his boyfriend's reaction.

“Woaw! Dad, you have the same dark goop as me!!” One of the eldest kids said pointing at his black tears. It was true that the substance looked the same.

Nightmare was about to say something when his partner suddenly crashed and started rebooting without any warning. Dammit! He should have known it.

“Kids, listen it’s dangerous to stay here, some other guys like this one are going to come. Go hide somewhere and we’ll discuss later.”

“No! If you want us to hide you have to catch us first!” The one with black tears exclaimed before running away with his brothers.

“Get back here, it's not a game!!” Nightmare screamed but too late, the kids were already gone.

The moment Error came back to his senses, more security guards came up. Nightmare could say goodbye to his elaborate plan. They were going to do it the Error's way now.

Speaking of the devil, the destroyer didn’t lose his time starting killing the enemies, even if he hadn’t forgotten what he just saw.

“Night when we go home we’re gonna talk about this and I’m warning you if I can’t get my cat you can’t get your kids!” He exclaimed with three men in his grip.

“Seriously?! I’m learning that I’m possibly the father of four kids and you're still thinking about that damn stray cat from last week?!”

“She wasn’t just a stray cat and you know it!”

Nightmare groaned and with a sigh started helping his boyfriend get rid of the guards. He needed to hurry, there were a lot of them and he needed to find the kids and kill his target.

******

Horror was running with his brothers with a big smile on his face. They found their dad and he was awesome. He looked like a princess but was super strong like a dragon! He even had another form to fight like the hero he saw on TV!

“Do you think dad will find us quickly?” He asked his older brothers.

“No way! I’m the best at hide and seek!” Killer exclaimed, still running, holding Dust’s hands. 

“Are we sure he is our dad? He didn’t seem aware of our existence.” Cross pointed, not as sure as his brothers about this man's identity. 

Killer, Dus, and Horror stopped in front of a big room full of people. They were all looking at Cross with sad expressions.

“Why do you mean Crossy? He’s clearly our dad! He has purple eyes, white bones, and even the same goop as me!” Killer exclaimed before getting into the big room.

“Yeah, the manager simply forgot to tell him we were coming.” Horror added as he agreed with Killer.

They ran for a moment and like all of them started to get tired they decided to hide in this huge room where everybody seemed to be meeting. Cross tried to see another person that could fit the description given by the orphanage manager but there wasn’t anyone else with purple eyes. In fact, there weren't a lot of skeletons at all at that party.

When finally the young boy noticed another skeleton monster with purple eyes he ran toward him. Maybe his brothers were right about the other man but he needed to check. They couldn’t make any mistake on something like that.

When he was right next to the adult with purple eyes, people in the room started panicking and running away in screams. The four-year-old started looking for his brothers, worried about them and clearly scared. Why were those people running and screaming like that?

When he finally noticed them he sighed, relieved. They were okay in a corner of the room. Behind a huge table was his maybe-dad and the black-boned skeleton from earlier. They were hiding from the bullet shot of the guns. What was going on?

He clenched to the tall adult with purple eyes next to him and started whimpering against his will. It was scary! He wanted his dad, he wanted to go away from here! Maybe this man, that could be his dad, would help him if he asked him.

“H-Hi! Are you our dad…?” He asked with a wavering voice.

The man suddenly grabbed him and pointed a bone against the little skeleton’s skull. He looked furious and way scarier than the other guy.

“If you try anything I’ll kill this damn kid!”

Cross looked at his brothers more scared than ever, he didn’t want to die! Horror and Dust didn’t seem to understand anything but they could read the fear on his and Killer’s face. Why did he go next to this man and ask him that?! 

The man with tentacles and goop had disappeared, there was only the black-boned skeleton and he was smiling. Cross didn’t understand. Why did he have to die, he was a good brother! He didn’t want to be killed by someone like that! 

Scared, the little skeleton closed his eyes, not wanting to see his end come to him.

Suddenly the shadow under the adult’s feet started moving on its own and the man with tentacles emerged from it with a hateful expression. His tentacles sharpened out of a sudden and stabbed Cross’s captor right into the soul.

“Stay the fuck away from my sons!” Nightmare hissed with more anger than he ever felt in his life.

The assassin took the kid in his arms and kept him close to his chest while Error was getting rid of the other abominations that were preventing them from getting out of there. Nightmare hurried to get to the other kids and took them all in his arms before he reverted to his passive form. They needed to get out of there with the other guest if they didn’t want to drag any unwanted attention on them. 

Fortunately for Error and him, all of the kids closed their eyes when he killed the first minister. It would have caused them more trouble if they told the police by accident.

“Error I’m taking the kids away, you think you can manage to escape on your own?!”

Error nodded and started wiping the dust off his clothes before escaping by the window like the crazy man he was. Now that his boyfriend was out of the police’s way, Nightmare could get out with the kids safely. 

“Dad, thank you for saving me!!” The kid with a red scar exclaimed. He really needed to ask them their name…

Nightmare softly kissed the child's forehead and started running to the exit where thousands of people were gathered with the police. They were obviously trying to evacuate the civilians but were taking their phone numbers to interrogate them later.

“Nightmare! Thank god you’re okay!!” One of the policemen screamed before hugging the murderer.

“Dream!! You’re here too!”

The policeman with golden eye lights stared at the kids that Nightmare was carrying. They were shaking and curling up in his arms, poor things…

“Brother I was so worried when I saw your name on the invitation papers! Why do you have so many kids in your arms? Are you okay? Are they okay?! We called an ambulance just in case I can help you to go with them!”

“No no Dream I’m okay, the kids are okay too. Just a bit scared by the events… I was invited by a friend of Error but I had no idea it could have ended like this! I heard there was a terrorist attack, is that true?!” Nightmare said lying to his brother.

Dream had no idea he and Error were murderers.  He appeared to be at the wrong place at the wrong time for Nightmare so it was better to just lie and pretend not to know anything of the attack.

“Oh stars, I'm so glad you’re okay!” Dream exclaimed, hugging his twin tighter. “But who are those kids?”

“Dad, can we go home, please? It’s scary here…” One of the youngest said with a little voice, it was the one with a hole in his skull. Why was there a hole in his skull dammit!

Dream started looking at his twin brother with a shocked and amazed expression. He also looked a little hurt but Nightmare put it on the fact that he probably thought he never told him about the kids.

“Dream I’ll explain everything to you later but for now can I go home? They need to rest.”

“Oh! Of course! Come with me I know a shortcut to avoid the crowd, I know you hate it.” 

Nightmare thanked his brother and got out of the building with his help. Dream accompanied him to his car and helped him to attach the kids, which was kinda difficult without any baby seat.

The murderer wished his twin a good night and after a last hug, he started driving their way back home where the kids could start to get some sleep.

When they arrived home Nightmare noticed that Error was already home and in front of the TV checking the news for some info.

“You’re okay! You didn’t answer my SMS so I thought something might have happened to you.” His partner said, getting up to join him in the corridor.

“I’m fine don’t worry, I met Dream when I tried to get out with the kids,” The murderer said when he softly dropped them on the couch. They all fell asleep in the car and were way quieter than before.

“So we’re parents now? That is an unexpected thing.” 

Nightmare sighed and get the letter the kids gave him out of his pocket to give it to his boyfriend.

“I think their father was Gaster but I kinda killed him so they’re all alone…We can’t leave them like this Ru. Their orphanage threw them away and their mothers refuse to have anything to do with them.”

“If it can reassure you I don’t think their father would have taken care of them, he even nearly killed one of them. I guess they can stay with us but if Dream knows about them we need to do things right and go back to that orphanage and really adopt them. That is if you want to raise those four little monsters with me.”

Nightmare jumped into his partner's arms with a bright smile that melted the destroyer’s heart.

“Of course I do, idiot! Thank you Error it means a lot to me…”

“Yeah yeah I know but don’t forget about my cat I still want it back.” The black-boned skeleton said blushing.

And with that, the two murderers and lovers became the happy parents of four little skeletons full of energy. Oh and a cat too. 

#Buddy daddies AU #Undertale AU #undertale #undertale crossover #undertale fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom

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Set the World Alight: Chapter 21 - also on AO3

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It's prom night. You know what that means!

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Music recommendations: Heaven - Avicii Mr. Brightside - The Killers Forever and For Always - Shania Twain I Can See You - Taylor Swift

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Friday, May 8th

Nick

They all manage to survive the end of April and the AP tests in the past few weeks. Nick isn’t particularly excited to do them next year, but at least, now, he’s outside on the lawn during what used to be junior lunch time, and is now junior lunch and senior skip period.

Matt and Mox are curled up together, while Matty’s half asleep on Mox’s shoulder. She yawns. “AP tests are hell.”

“You got that right,” Adam says, flopping back on the grass. “I’m just glad they’re over. Mr. Carleton is letting us draw a giant map of the United States with illustrations of major battles for the rest of the year.”

“Nobody else would think that’s fun, Adam,” Nick says. His head is in Adam’s lap and he and Adam are tangled up more right now than they have been in ages. Matty keeps sending Nick glances, but he closes his eyes and smiles into the sun.

“So prom’s tomorrow,” Mox says, a little too loudly.

“Mhm,” Adam says, carding his fingers through Nick’s hair.

“Going with anybody?” Mox asks.

“No,” Adam says. “Going stag. I’m driving Nick, though.”

Nick nods, watching the red and orange patterns on his eyelids dance. “I think we’re at the same table, too. All of us.” He hears a giggle he thinks must be Willow.

“Cool,” Matty says. “Hey, Mox, we should get to classes before we get yelled at.”

“But you have a free – ”

Nick opens his eyes in time to see Matty scrambling to her feet and hauling Mox off. “See you after practice, Nicky!” she yells.

Nick and Adam forget to get lunch, and Nick thinks he’s in heaven.

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Saturday, May 9th

Matt

“Wow.”

Matty fiddles with her fingers as she makes her way down the stairs. Mox is standing there, jaw dropped.

“I really wish I knew something better to say, because it feels like one of those moments where I should have something special to say,” Mox says, “but just. Wow.” He breaks into a ridiculous smile. “You’re beautiful, Matty.”

Matty’s mom bursts into tears.

“Mom! What?”

She sniffles and takes a tissue from the box on the counter. “It’s just,” she chokes out, “I never thought I’d be lucky enough to see a daughter on her prom night, you know?” She exhales, smiling, eyes wet. “I’m so lucky, Matty girl.”

Matty tucks her hair behind her ear, the curls soft where they fall down from the half braids. “Thanks, Mom.”

Mox looks dashing in a navy suit with a pink tie and pocket square, almost exactly the same color as her dress. He sticks out his hand and Matty takes it.

“Pretty nails, too,” he says, running a thumb over her knuckles. “Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, I promise to have her home tonight. Um. Is it still okay if I sleep over?” He blushes a little, can’t meet Matty’s dad’s eyes. It’s cute.

Exhaling slowly, Matty’s dad nods. “Yes. But only because the rest of them are staying over and I’m banking on all of you being too tired to do something stupid.”

“At least we’re not drinking,” Matty says, grinning as broadly as she can pull off. “See? Can’t do anything stupid if we’re here.”

Mox presses his lips together, a tiny smile in the corners of his eyes.

“Alright, let me get some photos of you two and you can head out,” Matty’s mom says. “Nicky! Get down here! You don’t want to be late!”

“He got his hair stuck in the blow dryer,” Matty says. She intentionally doesn’t laugh. It would be mean.

Their mom exhales. “I’ll be right back.”

“Did he really get his hair stuck?” Mox asks, leaning in to whisper in Matty’s ear. She shivers.

Matty nods. “He did something weird when the doorbell rang and it got sucked into the fan. He loses all his brain cells when he gets nervous.”

“Ah. The Adam thing.”

Matty nods. “I wish they would just admit they like each other already. This is getting annoying.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean, Adam’s driving Nick to prom. Isn’t that enough like a date already?”

“Not to him,” Matty’s dad says. “You should have heard him go off at dinner last night, Jon. Nick spent fifteen minutes explaining how they weren’t going to prom together, Adam was just driving him since Matty refused to take the car and Nick didn’t want to worry about parking.” He sighs and rolls his eyes, and Matty’s suddenly very aware of how many mannerisms she’s picked up from her father. “It was ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous?” Nick asks. His hair looks like it’s saved as best as he can. Their mom must have argued him into submission, because it’s pulled back into a sleek little bun at the nape of Nick’s neck. He’s wearing a royal blue and black floral patterned suit with a black tie, and looks mildly irritated. But he listened to his heart about the more fashion forward suit, after days of Matty listening patiently to his wishy-washy nonsense, so she’s pleased.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“My hair just got eaten by your stupid blow dryer,” Nick says. “So, technically, you’re what’s wrong with me.”

They go back and forth a few times until there’s a soft knock on the door.

“Everything okay in here?” Adam walks through the door and even Matty can see that he looks even better than usual.

He’s traded his normal tee shirt and jeans for a deep green suit and a bolo tie, his hair curling in perfect ringlets to frame his face.

Matty glances at Nick, who looks glued to the floor. She avoids the urge to hit him for not being honest, for not telling Adam, for not stepping up and kissing Adam like a romance novel. She’d look away, of course, because ew, but still. It’s the principle of the thing.

“Your hair is down,” Nick says. He steps toward Adam and reaches out, twisting a curl around his finger. “It – it looks really nice.”

Adam smiles down at him, looking happy and healthy and confident. Like he might really be okay now. “You too, Nicky.”

There’s a flash.

“Sorry!” says their mom. “Sorry, thought the flash was off. You two just look so handsome.”

Nick and Adam have jumped apart like they were shocked, and Nick turns bright red.

“Alright, well, if we don’t all get going soon we’ll be late,” Matty says, reaching to fix a rogue curl falling by her face out of the braided half updo.

“No, leave it,” Mox says, smiling. He reaches out and drapes it over her shoulder again. “It looks pretty like that.”

Matty beams up at him. “Okay.”

“You guys are gross,” Nick says, shaking his head.

Matty has so many things she wants to spit back at him. That at least she and Mox are brave enough to love each other, that they may be gross but they’re happy, that her little brother being too chicken to ask out the guy he likes doesn’t mean he has to be bratty to her. But she bites it back. It’s not the moment.

Matty takes Mox’s hand and walks him out the door, the flash going off again.

“That time it was on purpose,” her mom says. “That shot is going on the mantle.”

~

Nick

He’s sweaty. He’s in a suit, he’s on his way to junior prom, and he’s sweatier than when he’s in the middle of a basketball game.

Adam’s put him in charge of directions, but he can’t say anything other than the directions. The words stick in his throat, the questions he wants to ask get jumbled in his mind. He doesn’t know what he wants to say. He only knows that he needs to say it.

“GPS says turn here,” Nick says. He clears his throat. “And, um.”

Adam glances over at him as he pauses at the red light. “Yeah?”

“Nothing!” Nick panics. He always panics. “Just – it’ll be on the left, after this light.”

Adam nods then turns back to the road. He turns the truck smoothly, like it’s easy. Nick doesn’t know why he’s never nervous in the passenger seat with Adam. “There it is.”

The hotel looks like a castle, almost, nestled into the side of a rising hill. This feels far different from a sweaty gym dance with mediocre decorations. This feels real, like it really matters. Like it’s something from a movie. He has a quick flash of a memory of last year’s prom. He was anxious for different reasons – Jude going off to college, would their relationship work. Today, all Nick can think about is how tonight feels like a paradigm shift, as Mox would say.

“Okay, this is cool,” Adam says, parking the big ass truck flawlessly in the spot. Nick tries to convince himself not to think it’s hot. He fails.

Something washes over him, something very certain: he’s going to tell Adam tonight. Whether or not he wants to, whether or not it’s a good idea, he’s going to finally say something to Adam.

Nick exhales. “Oh, boy.”

“You good?”

Nick nods. “Yeah, I’m good. Just a little nervous.”

“I get that,” Adam says. He adjusts the tie and checks his hair in the mirror. “I look okay?”

“You look great,” Nick says, automatically. “Um. Let’s go inside, yeah?”

They walk in next to each other, and Nick feels the tenson building inside of him. He knows it’s coming. He knows he’s going to say something. He just doesn’t know when.

“Nick Jackson,” he says to the person checking people in.

“And your date?”

“Not my date,” Nick corrects. “But he’s Adam Page.”

Adam looks at him funny for a second, then sighs deeply.

They make their way into the room – they weren’t kidding about the neon bit of the theme. Neon Nightlife struck Nick as kind of stupid, but, as he walks in, he can see that the colored suits and dresses stand out against the black background and go well with the neon signs and accents.  

“They didn’t have any neon suits,” Adam blurts out. “But I liked the green. I figured a big part of Neon Nightlife is the cool bottles right? So my mom pulled out a San Pellegrino bottle at dinner a while ago and I went, hey, that water’s fancy.” He gestures to himself. “So I’m a fancy bottle of water.”

“That’s really creative,” Nick says, trying to keep his mooning and fawning under control. “I just sort of liked the pattern.”

Adam reaches out and touches the fabric of the suit. “It definitely fits the nightlife theme,” he murmurs. He looks into Nick’s eyes. “You look like a movie star.”

“And you look like a handsome cowboy.”

Adam blushes, tilting his head down as he looks at the table card. “We’re over at table 13,” he says. “Are Matty and Mox gonna be with us?”

Nick nods as he scans the room. “Jamie, Britt, Adam and Kyle,” Nick says. “And then I think Willow and Riho will be with us, too.”

Adam raises his eyebrows. “Oh! Are they finally…?”

“I think so?” Nick says. “I’m honestly not sure. They seem to be kind of dancing around it.”

Adam’s smile turns a little knowing, a little too hot. “I have no idea what that could be like.”

It’s the moment. It is.

And Nick can’t bring himself to say it.

“Okay, our table’s over there,” Nick says. Before thinking about it, he takes Adam’s hand to guide him. Adam follows after him with no resistance. “Right here.”

“I’m obviously sitting next to you,” Adam says, plopping down. He looks comfortable beyond reason, one ankle resting on his knee, and Nick feels like he’s built to sit on Adam’s lap.

“I’m gonna go get a snack,” Nick blurts out. “Um. It looks like they have, like, little cake things? We should have gotten dinner beforehand.”

Adam sighs and nods. “Grab me one, too. And a bottle of water, if they have it. Please.”

Nick fights the urge to make a joke about how thirsty he is and scrambles over to the little buffet table that’s set up.

“Are you okay?”

Nick turns to see Willow, looking radiant in a deep purple gown that nips in at the waist and flares somewhere around the knees. “You look amazing!”

Willow smiles, beams almost. “Really? Thanks. Matty was with me when we picked out the dress. She’s got an eye for color.”

“Yeah, yeah, Matty’s a genius, we know,” Nick says, grinning. “Where’s Riho?”

“Over by the table,” Willow says, nodding over to where Riho is sitting there in a deep blue and green gown. “She amazing.” Willow sighs, a tiny little smile on her lips.

“You know you can ask her out, right?” Nick says. “Like, you’re allowed to do that.”

“Oh, she asked me to prom officially,” Willow says. “Yeah, asked me to be her girlfriend, all that.” Willow does a little wiggle Nick recognizes as her happy dance. “I was being too chicken to do it, so she, like always, stepped up.” She plays with her earrings. “Last minute, kind of, but. I was too scared. She’s always been the brave one. Flyers, you know?”

Nick nods, slowly. “Yeah. I, uh. I get the feeling about being too scared.”

“Just tell him,” Willow says, taking Nick by the shoulders and shaking him a little. “Look, he’s looking over at you right now.”

Nick glances over. “I don’t know,” he says, quiet. “After everything that happened between him and Matty, and everything else, it might not be fair. He might not be ready…”

“That is a stupid excuse and you know it,” Willow says, flicking him in the forehead.

“Ow!”

“You deserved it,” Willow says. “Also, I told Riho to be saying the exact same things to Adam right now. We all know that Adam and Matty are good now. You’re scared. That’s okay. But don’t be a coward.”

Nick pouts. “I’m not a coward.”

Willow folds her arms over her chest. “Prove it.”

Nick’s heart is racing in his chest. “I will,” he promises. “Sometime tonight. I’ll – I’ll tell him.”

Willow’s face goes back into her classic smile. “Good. And, if you don’t, I will tell him myself.”

“Rude.”

They two of them grab plates for themselves and their…well, Nick’s not-date, technically, and make their way back to the table.

“Did you guys get dinner before?” Riho asks, taking a plate from Willow.

Adam shakes his head, smiling up at Nick. “Thanks,” he says. “Um, no. Nick had a problem with the blow dryer.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s true!”

Willow and Riho share a little giggle

“Oh, hey,” Adam says, halfway through a bite of cake. “It’s Matty and Mox.”

Nick’s half holding his breath as he looks over. He didn’t tell anyone, but he was secretly afraid that somebody might have stopped the two of them from coming into the venue, with Matty in her dress. No one at the school has been overtly horrible, at least not yet, but this is a hotel. He doesn’t know who could be in charge here.

“Breathe,” Adam says. “They’re doing fine. Tonight’s going to be incredible.” He smiles as he rests his hand on the table. Nick takes it.

“Yeah,” Nick murmurs, lost in Adam’s eyes. “Incredible.”

~

Matty

“You really do look stunning,” Mox says, hand in Matty’s.

She tries not to peacock about it too much, tries not to be too obsessed with the way those words make her feel. “You look great, too.” She glances over again. “I think I might have nailed the theme a little too well.”

“Of course you did,” Mox says, squeezing her hand. “You look great and I look great, and that’s all that matters, right? Meeting the theme of Neon Nightlife, which is stupid on its own? Cherry on top.”

Matty nods. She squeezes Mox’s hand as they make the next few turns. Mox seems to know the area like the back of his hand from all his work towing broken down cars on the weekends with his dad, and Matty gets to look out the window without navigating, like she usually has to with Nick.

“You okay?” Mox asks. He’s sweet and handsome, and she’s struck, again, about how lucky she is that this guy is hers.

“I’m great,” she says, a little breathless. “It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, you didn’t go to prom last year, right?” Mox asks. “Because of…”

Matty nods. “Yeah. The whole Cody thing made me not want to go to.” She shrugs. “Kenny, Adam, and I watched Disney movies all night while Nick went with Jude.” She wrinkles her nose.

“Hey, well, he’s here with Adam now, sort of.” He grins at her. He pulls into the parking lot, and Matty, not for the first time, wonders how the heck he’s so good at parking this giant truck. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll get your door.”

He closes the door and jogs around to open the door for Matty, and she does her best not to swoon like a big goof. She does take his hand to sit down, though. Her heels are unfamiliar and she’s worried she’s going to fall over. She doesn’t, though. Mox expertly guides her down out of the truck to the ground, and holds her hand as they walk into the venue.

“Name, sir?” the person at the table asks.

“Jon Moxley,” he says. “And Matty Jackson.”

“Oh, yes, here you are.” She looks over at Matty, and Matty briefly panics, expecting cruelty. “You are beautiful, dear.”

“Thank you,” Matty whispers. Things are going well. They’re going so well.

Mox takes her hand again and they walk in through the decorated doors. Matty is briefly struck by the décor: black walls and floors with neon colors scattered around. Signs, paint, balloons, everything is black or bright. She loves it.

“I might decorate my dorm like this,” she muses. “This is cool.”

“As long as you don’t write anything I’ll need to read in that weird light,” Mox says, squinting. “I can’t read a damned thing.”

They eventually make their way over to table thirteen, where Nick and Adam are already holding hands and Matty has to resist the urge to ask if they’ve made it official yet.

Sitting in the dress is tricky, but Mox and Willow on her other side help.

Matty doesn’t care about the prom court, and she doesn’t care about the principal’s weird speech about the year and his expectations. She daintily eats the snacks provided, including an impressively good Black Forest tiny cake she shares with Mox, and waits eagerly for the dancing.

“Is he ever gonna shut up?” she whispers to Mox as the principal reminds them all to act in a way appropriate for a school event.

“Hope so,” Mox replies. “This is painful.”

Matty distracts herself by counting, and hits 135 before the principal says, “And, uh. Great! Have fun and enjoy the music and snacks. And each other. But not in a – in a normal way.”

“Does he ever blink?” Willow asks, bewildered.

Matty opens her mouth to answer – yes, fifteen times in his entire stupid speech – but then the music comes in.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Mox yells. “Mr. Brightside! This school has decent taste in something after all!” He leaps to his feet and takes Matty’s hand. “My love, may I have this dance?”

“Oh, god,” Nick groans. “Oh, you two are the worst.”

“I would be honored, sir,” Matty says with a smile.

They dance and sing to the music, jumping and twirling and laughing, and Matty thinks this might be the best night of her life so far.

Nick and Adam join her, dancing together but not in the same way. She keeps bumping Nick accidentally on purpose to get closer to Adam.

“Go dance with him!”

“No!”

Once a Dua Lipa song finishes, the song shifts to something slow, an introduction with almost a whistle Matty recognizes on the spot.

~

Nick

“Oh my god,” Matty says, turning to Nick. “Nicky…”

Nick nods, heart in his throat. It’s the moment. The moment’s here, and Adam’s off doing god knows what. “I know.”

“It’s Forever and For Always,” Matty says, poking Nick in the ribs. “It’s Mom and Dad’s song. Go ask him.” She punctuates the last sentence with a poke for each word.

His hands are shaking. He feel adrenaline crushing through is system. “Okay. I – I will.” Nick turns around to see Adam bopping a little awkwardly with some of the other kids from FFA.

“Um,” Nick says. He can hear his heart beating in his ears, can feel the way his blood is pumping through his veins. “This, uh. This is country. One of those Shania Twain songs Matty likes? Well, it was our parents song at their wedding. And it’s country, and you’re a cowboy, so…” He trails off. Adam’s eyes are locked on his, not looking away. His cheeks are flushed. “So I think we should dance.”

Adam slumps, his smile growing a little wobbly. “Nick, yes,” he breathes. “Oh, my god. Yes. I – fuck it.” He reaches out and yanks Nick toward him, kissing Nick with the kind of fire that might turn Nick into a phoenix, burning away the person he feared he was and revealing everything he will be. It feels like a promise, the kiss, with the way Adam’s big hand splays across his back and the other slides carefully into Nick’s hair. Screw the hair style, Nick thinks. It takes a second for Nick to decide what to do with his hands, but he settles for throwing one arm around Adam’s neck and the other one on Adam’s hard bicep. It’s so much, and it’s so unbelievably good.

Nick half dissolves into it, for god know how long, until he hears somebody laughing next to him.

“Holy shit, finally!” Mox says, laughing.

“Finally what?” Nick asks, lips tingling. He only resists the urge to reach up and touch his mouth because he isn’t willing to stop touching Adam.

“Finally you guys are kissing,” Matty says, rolling her eyes. “It only took you a million years to reach this point.”

“It was not a million years,” Adam says, cheeks pink. Nick wants to memorize it. “We just. Yeah.”

Nick grabs Adam hand and drags him off the dance floor to their table. Adam goes with him like it’s nothing, like they belong hand in hand. It feels like magic.

“How long?” Adam asks as they fall into the seats. “How long have – have you…” He trails off, eyes searching Nick’s face.

Nick shrugs. “I don’t know. I think – I think I got it for real back in December?” He exhales. “But, really. I think it’s – I think it’s been forever.”

Adam’s eyes go soft and sweet. He rubs his thumb over the back of Nick’s hand, and it might be the sweetest thing Nick’s ever felt. “Me, too,” he says softly.

Nick leans over and kisses Adam again. It’s – they aren’t fully on target with the kisses, bumping noses and clacking teeth, but, Nick thinks, they have forever to practice.

“Do you want to go?” Adam asks. “I mean, prom is cool, whatever. But we can’t really talk here. And Mr. Bennet keeps looking at us funny and I really don’t want him to come over here and tell us to stop.”

Nick nods and stands, not letting go of Adam’s hand. “Let’s go. Glad you brought your truck, yeah?”

Adam nods. “It’s almost as if I was secretly hoping this is what would happen.” His smile goes a little knowing, something behind it Nick wants to know better. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Nick stops by where Matty and Mox are dancing to one of the new Taylor Swift songs and has to be careful not to catch his shoe on the bottom of her dress.

“We’re heading out,” Nick calls. “We’ll see you back home later, okay?”

Matty winks at him. “Don’t make any stupid decisions.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t knock him up, if that’s what you’re worried about!”

Mox doubles over laughing while Matty turns as pink as her dress, and Nick giggles as Adam takes his hand and pulls him out to the parking lot. To be the reckless one, the one making Matty blush, the one running out of prom hand in hand with the guy he likes – this is why prom is such a big deal. The sky is clear, stars twinkling through the light pollution like they know what the night is supposed to be.

“Adam,” Nick says. “Will – I want to. Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Adam breathes. He leans down and kisses Nick again, more gentle than the first one, more intentional, and Nick knows it now. It really is heaven.

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prince au  part 108

Edward woke up with a start and for one brief moment, he wondered where he was. Just as he recalled Étienne’s strange request to stay with him that night, he heard a faint whimper and thought that someone was being attacked. He was about to jump out to investigate, when his brain caught up with the fact that his weapons were not on him and that the person making the sound was Étienne, who was asleep by his side; they were safe and there were no attacks.

 It took a few shakes, but he managed to rouse Étienne from what was clearly a nightmare.

 “Calvin?” Étienne called, blindly reaching out for the man who had left. He sounded so very frightened and Edward ignored the pang in his chest and the anger that coursed through him. Even after their little spat, Étienne was still looking for him.

 “He’s not here,” Edward told him softly, reaching out for Étienne. He placed a gentle hand to his shoulder and helped him sit up. “It’s just me – you’re okay though.”

 Étienne blinked for a moment, as if he too was confused by this scenario, until he recalled how this had come to be.

 “Oh...” The prince almost sounded disappointed and even though Edward could understand why, it didn’t make it hurt any less. “It was a dream then...” He murmured, as if wanting to convince himself. “Calvin’s not back?”

 Edward shook his head no and watched as Étienne disentangled himself from the nest of blankets he’d been fighting with moments before. He then rose and walked towards the closest window, drawing the curtains away to peer out into the darkness. It was a moonless night, thick with clouds, but still the prince sat by the window’s edge, searching into the night, as if he’d ever be able to find Calvin.

 Edward followed him close, feeling it was the best thing to do, and took the opposite edge. He waited, quietly, in case the prince had anything to say and figured that the company for now would be good enough.

 “I dreamt something terrible had happened to Calvin...” Étienne started, later, not looking at him, his breath fogging up the glass plane. “It’s strange – even though he’s trained for combat and quite skilled, he’s never actually been in combat... There haven’t been any wars in this region in years and the last worthwhile battles happened either when we were too young to participate or before we were born.”

 He watched as Étienne drew nonsensical patterns on the fogged up window as he spoke quietly. Even dressed in his warmest of pyjamas he looked cold and Edward desperately wanted to put something over his shoulders, but he feared he would break whatever magic spell had fallen on Étienne that had gotten him to talk.

 “There hasn’t been such a winter in a decade, or so I’ve been told...” His fingers stopped mid stroke and for the first time, Étienne turned to look at Edward. He was shocked, to say the least, by the amount of fear and sadness he glimpsed in those green eyes. How weary and tired Étienne suddenly seemed. “He’s been gone for so long... what if he got trapped in one of the storms? How am I to know if he’s well? There’s no way of reaching him...” Étienne’s shoulders shook, not from the cold and Edward sat closer before drawing him closer to his chest, placing a tentative arm around his shoulders.

 “I have enough of a hard time when he goes out on a regular patrol, but these are always different. Some of the rangers don’t return for months because of the weather. What if – what if I don’t – what if...” Étienne’s voice wavered and cracked and by the time Edward heard the first sniff, Étienne was well on quietly sobbing on his shoulder. “What if I don’t see him until spring? We’ve never been apart for so long.”

 Edward was of the opinion that maybe a good break would do them both some good, but he feared that that was the last thing Étienne wanted to hear.

 “Or – what if something more sinister happened and he got ambushed? What if he’s hurt and I won’t know until it’s too late? Edward, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t – if I’d been able to keep him here – if I’d been kinder to him, he wouldn’t have gotten upset and he wouldn’t have left. What am I going to do if I lose him for good?” The prince hid his face in his hands as he wept, fat tears rolling down his eyes, despite his valiant efforts of hiding them.

 “Hey – it’s, look, you said so yourself, right?” Edward tried to interject, not liking Étienne this way. It was so different from his usual cheerful outlook and good mood.

 Étienne gave him a questioning look, wiping a tear from his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

 “He’s pretty well trained in combat, so if anything happened, I’m sure he will have managed to stay safe.” He had opinions on Calvin’s techniques, sure, but Étienne didn’t want to hear them. Right now, his friend needed to be reassured that sooner, rather than later, he would see his lover and Edward didn’t have the heart to tell him that maybe his fears were well founded after all.

 “Have faith that he’ll be well and will return soon and don’t guilt yourself over his departure. There are dozens of other things he could have done to calm down if he was that upset.”

 Étienne didn’t seem convinced, but he’d stopped crying for now. He made himself smaller still by Edward’s side and Edward held him close, hoping that that alone would bring him some comfort.

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