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vettelsvee · 2 days

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I DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR WINNING | Sebastian Vettel

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summary: y/n thinks she's sick from f1 traveling stress, but what if that's not the reason of her sickness?

word count: 992

warnings: hints of having sex. mentions of wishing to die (because reader is sick af). use of y/n

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It was barely five in the morning, and the sun was beginning to rise on the horizon of the city of Berlin. Sebastian and you, without having been able to rest after the German Grand Prix that had taken place just hours ago, were at the airport of the German capital, ready to head to Hungary, where the next Formula 1 competition would be held.

You were aware that following the lifestyle of a high-level racing driver was not easy. However, you didn't think that getting eight hours of sleep or having free time would become privileges that you would have, in part, during the holiday period. Despite the excitement that filled you every time you embarked on a new destination, you had been feeling unwell for several days, and no matter how hard you tried to remedy it, all you did was worsen it.

Seb, who knew you well enough to know that something was wrong, tried not to make a big deal out of it. He knew that you tended to get sick frequently, although the fact that you was quieter than usual and didn't have as much energy as usual started to worry the blonde who, at the moment of takeoff, observed carefully as your face grew paler, while you gripped the armrest of the seat tightly.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sebastian asked with concern.

You tried to breathe deeply to calm the wave of nausea you were feeling right now.

"Yes," you simply replied, faking a smile. "I just feel a little uncomfortable with takeoff, you know airplanes and I are not friends. Stop worrying, love. You'll see it'll pass soon."

Despite your multiple reassurances, Seb couldn't convince himself. Your eyes reflected how you felt, and he had no doubt that you were hiding something from him to avoid worrying him.To try to relax you, he leaned towards you to leave a kiss on your cheek.

"Sweetheart, I know you've told me you're okay, but if you start feeling worse, let me know, okay?"

You nodded, silently thanking the German for his concern.

Although he tried not to make a big deal out of it, the truth was that as the flight progressed towards its destination, you felt worse, even reaching the point where nausea turned into frequent trips to the bathroom to vomit, and constant dizziness into a desire to faint and not wake up for a few days.

"Seb, I swear… I can't deal with this anymore."

After suddenly getting up from your seat, hurrying to the bathroom trying not to cause too much commotion among the other passengers, you quickly locked yourself in the small cubicle, bending over the toilet to empty everything you didn't know you had inside yourself. Sebastian watched with concern as you fled, trying not to lose his composure under the curious gaze of those present, including a few Red Bull engineers.

“Y/N!”, Seb called out as quietly as he could, anxious because you weren’t responding. “Are you okay? Please, open the door.”

You didn't answer him, which only heightened Vettel's anxiety. He fixed his gaze on the bathroom door, waiting for you to come out and give him some explanation of what was happening.

After what felt like an eternity, you emerged from the bathroom with a completely pale face and a tired look. Sebastian simply pulled her close to his chest and held her tightly in an embrace.

"Love, what's wrong?" he said anxiously. "I need to know what's going on. Things can't continue like this if you're going to keep accompanying me. I'm sure it's getting to you: everything is overwhelming you and..."

Suddenly, you began to cry from the helplessness you were feeling, causing Sebastian to hold you even tighter, stroking your back to help you relax as much as possible.

"I can't take it anymore, Seb. I feel awful. I want to die right now."

"We should seek help," he said, wiping your tears away. "We'll see what we can do now to keep you as relaxed as possible for the remainder of the flight, okay? And when we land, we'll go to an emergency room to see what's wrong with you."

Sebastian then called one of the flight attendants in their area and explained the distressing situation, emphasizing that he wouldn't want anyone to find out to avoid conflicts with both the media and his team. The flight attendant simply nodded and informed them to return to their seats, immediately assisting the world champion's partner.

"Mrs. Vettel, here's some water and an aspirin," the woman kindly offered you. "Additionally, I've informed the crew about your wife's situation," she said, now looking at the blonde, "and they confirmed that if she gets worse, there's no problem in making an emergency landing at the nearest airport."

"I'm not Sebastian's wife..."

"Thank you very much," the driver interrupted, thanking the flight attendant for her assistance.

The German began to laugh at your reaction as soon as the woman left.

"You should have seen your face, Y/N. You can't deny that you didn't mind being referred to as my wife," Seb said, stroking your hair and opening the water bottle for you to take a sip.

The flight continued, and although the nausea had been brought under control, the discomfort persisted. The couple was aware that there was only, thankfully, about half an hour of travel left.

"Darling," Sebastian whispered sweetly. "Close your eyes and focus on your breathing: inhale through your nose, and exhale through your mouth. I'm here, hold my hand."

You followed your partner's instructions, allowing yourself to be guided by his voice, which was truly comforting in those moments, in each inhalation and exhalation. Gradually, you began to feel calmer, and you would even swear that you hadn't felt this way in several days.

Finally, the plane reached its destination. You felt greatly relieved that the flight, which had caused you so much distress, had come to an end as it had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as your feet touched Hungarian soil, Sebastian made sure that you felt as comfortable as possible before heading to the hotel. Despite the rush Britta, Sebastian's PR, took a moment in some small seats to rest and, as much as possible, recover from the turbulent journey they had just endured.

Although he knew he might hurt your feelings, Sebastian decided to broach the subject with a mischievous smile:

"Love, don't you think we've had enough intense Sunday nights celebrating my victories? Because I think it's led to something good."

At first, you were a bit confused, but a few seconds later you let out a shy and sweet laugh. The driver wasn't lying: sex had become your ritual to bid farewell to the weekend and, above all, as a celebration of Seb's victories that season. Now that you remembered, there were quite a few occasions where you didn’t use protection, so you thought that the possibility was even more up in the air now.

"It could be, Seb," you said with a knowing smile. "If I am, we could have a pretty big problem..."

"Please, love, don't say that," Vettel drew closer to you, taking your hand and gently tracing small circles on it with his fingers. "If you're pregnant, I'm sure you'll be an amazing mother. Besides, I know we haven't talked about this, but I've always wanted to be a father and I can't imagine anyone better than you to fulfill this dream."

Tears began to form in your eyes, and you hurried to wipe them away to prevent your boyfriend from noticing.

"So, what do you say? Should we tell Britta that we need to go to the pharmacy and buy a test? That way we can find out, and if it's a no, we can keep trying," you clarified eagerly. "What do you think about tonight?"

Feeling excited, after you explained the situation to the woman who had become another member of the family, and who, obviously, had been thrilled at the possible news, headed to the nearest pharmacy to avoid arousing suspicions among the journalists and paparazzi, who were lurking around with the intention of getting the latest scoop on the man of the moment.

Alone together and holding the small bag containing the test, you began to feel nervous as they approached their room. Upon entering the suite, you both sat on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to calm themselves before checking whether you would become parents.

"Okay," you said, taking a deep breath, "I'm ready."

After that, you opened the box containing the test and went to the bathroom, where you followed the instructions carefully. Once finished, you placed it on the surface of the sink and returned to where Seb was, waiting for the indicated time to pass to see the result.

You approached your boyfriend, who gently stroked your back once again to comfort you. He knew you were nervous and scared. He felt the same way.

"Whatever the result is, I'm grateful to have a woman like you in my life. I'll be by your side no matter what, ok?" Sebastian reassured you.

Tears filled the your eyes again, and as you looked at your watch and saw that the waiting time was over, you ran as fast as you could to the bathroom, followed by an anxious Sebastian.

Quickly, you took the test in your hands and saw the result:

"It's positive!" you shouted, your voice trembling. "I'm pregnant, Sebastian!"

A wave of emotions engulfed you both, not knowing what to do except to embrace tightly as you felt a mixture of astonishment and joy, as well as uncertainties about what could happen from that moment on.

"Well, it turns out that in the end I'm not just good at pointing with my index finger when I win," Sebastian teased you mischievously.

"I find it surreal that you're making dirty jokes after finding out we're going to have a child."

"I guess," the driver continued playfully, "we'll have to tell this little one that his dad is a two-time, for now, Formula 1 world champion, and that his mother is a champion in other aspects."

You laughed at your boyfriend's quips, finding them unbelievable.

"Come on, Seb, don't act modest now saying you didn't have merit. You know perfectly well that I motivated you quite a bit during those baby-making sessions."

"Of course, I'm not saying otherwise," the German continued jokingly. "I'm sure the baby will become the royalty of Formula 1. Who wouldn't want to have Vettel and Schumacher genes?"

Both of you burst into laughter, filling the room, giving way your thoughts on how you would tell your families, the media, your respective coworkers... Especially, you spent a few minutes sharing your expectations about what your life would be like from that day on.

"Miss Schumacher and future Mrs. Vettel, let me tell you that now that we know we're expecting a little miracle, I propose we celebrate it in a more... intimate way."

"You can't even give me a day's break, can you? I don't know about you, but I'm convinced my father wouldn't find it amusing to hear his daughter screaming to ask her boyfriend for more," you said, knowing your father would be in the adjacent rooms.

"I know," Seb simply said, "but I’ve won in life, and I don't apologize for winning."

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sweetchildcloud · 22 hours

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||Android love|| written by me ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

Plot: Boothill tries to act cute with you

Tags:Boothill x reader,cute,fluff,confession

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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P.s: it's my first time writing for him so sorry for some mistakes,i never wrote anything with robot or android actually,but i think he would listen or see your body movements or reactions,sounds since he can't actually feel you. ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

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"Oh your hand feel so cold" You replied in wonder as you touched his robotic hand

“You noticed?”

It’s the one thing he can’t seem to fix. His body feels as if frozen, like the North Pole, or something to that degree. He can’t feel heat—or anything for that matter, though that’s expected from an android.

As soon as your hand touched his, he felt an urge to warm it with his lips. He tried to resist it, but he couldn't. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your palm, leaving it to heat for a few seconds then slowly pulling away.

You looked at Boothill a bit blushing before caressing his cheek "instead your cheek feels warm"

He chuckled "Well,androids do have their pros and cons."

He took your hand and placed it against his cheek once more, hoping you'd notice the soft, warm sensation that surrounded his face.

It was rare for an androidlike him to show any signs of affection. After all, no matter how humanlike they are, they're still machines. However, with you, he finds himself craving such interactions even more, as though it's an itch he couldn't scratch. He was drawn to you like a magnet, drawn to your warmth.

He pulled you into a gentle embrace, hoping you wouldn't mind his metal limbs clinging to you.

Your warmth was intoxicating and he didn't want to let go. There was a sense of security in your embrace that he couldn't get anywhere else.

He lowered his lips to your neck, kissing it softly, a small gesture to let you know he cared for you.

He was aware that some might find his behavior abnormal, but he didn't care. He'd fallen hard for you and he wasn't afraid to show it.

"Your skin feels so soft" he murmur as he felt your arms circle tight round his neck as you returned the embrace.

He breathed in deeply, the scent of your vanilla perfume sending his heart fluttering.

He smiled and buried his face in your shoulder, his metallic hands lingering on your back as he took in your scent.

It was a strange sensation for him—being an artificial creature and all—but somehow, holding you like this felt so natural, so right.

He was surprised at how deeply he felt for you.

Despite his android appearance, he felt vulnerable when he was like this. To him, it was as though his metal body disappeared and all that was left was the man he was on the inside. With you, he no longer felt like an android,but a human.

This embrace felt like shelter. It felt like home.

And for the first time in his life, he felt safe—not as an android, but as a man.

He pulled you closer and pressed his lips against your neck, his metal arms wrapping tighter around your body.

"I don't want to let go" he muttered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

He knew it wasn't normal. Androids weren't supposed to be capable of emotions. They weren't meant to crave affection or to feel vulnerable around someone else.

But for some reason, that's exactly what he felt around you.

No matter how many repairs were performed on him, there was something special about you that no amount of metal could ever replicate.

He tightened his hold on you, not wanting to let go of this perfect moment.

"And they say androids have no hearts" the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

For an android , he certainly felt human right now. His emotions were more vivid than ever.

He 'felt' your heartbeat against his metal chest, heard your breaths quickening, saw your eyes glisten in the dim light.

It was such a simple yet profound moment.

For a robotic being built to be cold and detached, he felt like he was melting inside.

"Maybe I'm not built the same" he said softly as he leaned back, breaking the embrace for a moment.

His dark, metal eyes seemed to shine with new energy as he stared into your eyes.

He brought his hand up to your face and cupped your cheek, his mechanical palm warm and smooth against your skin.

"Maybe I'm not like the others. Maybe I'm different" he whispered.

"And I know I feel something for you. something the androids ain't supposed to feel.'

"Do you believe androids could love?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

"I've seen my kind, and they're cold, soulless, incapable of a single shred of emotion" he continued. "I was meant to be like that too, cold and mechanical, yet here I am, wanting to love and to feel."

He paused for a moment, his gaze still fixed on you.

"I don't know what it is about you," he admitted, his voice quiet and steady "but you make me feel things no robot should."

"you aren't at all so cold" you touched his face mushing it "you have your face,i can boop your nose,your cheek" you cooed

"I suppose you're right" he chuckled, letting you squish his cheeks as you pleased.

He knew he wasn't completely emotionless, there were times where he felt amusement, anger, and curiosity.

But it was around you that he truly felt it all.

He leaned in once more and brushed his lips again against your neck, his hand grazing the small of your back.

He breathed in deeply, his voice full of affection "You're the only one who knows how to get through my barriers."

All his barriers fell down when he was with you.

You were like a drug, addictive and intoxicating.

It was as if you could see straight through his metallic armor and touched every aspect of his being, from the mechanical to the human.

No one else had ever looked at him the way you did.

There was something special about you, something he couldn't quite place his robotic fingers on.

"It's as if we're made for each other" he whispered, leaning in close once more.

#hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #boothill #hsr boothill #honkai star rail boothill #boothill x reader #boothill x you #boothill x y/n #android #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail fanfic #boothill fluff

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eternity-111 · 2 days

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A special little break time!

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Barbatos just can't seem to relax and take a break, fine. You'll have to do it in your own way. (AFAB x dom barbatos)

NSFW! minors scroll down ⊹

nsfw, blow job, tears, creampie 𖹭

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You receive a message from the young Lord asking you a favor to help him convince Barbatos to get a break. He can't think of anyone else but you.

"I'm not exactly sure why Barbatos always follows your command, it is like your superpower! you can tell him to touch a rat and he will gladly do it" said Diavalo while giggling.

No really, it's so hard to convince him to take a break. Even when the young Lord himself told him to. His excuses are always "This is my duty" or "I'm your Butler". And technically you agreed to help Diavalo.

firstly, you open your phone and text Barbatos to meet you at the cafe.

"Is this something important? If not, I will not come." Barbatos replied to your text. But no, you won't give up that easily. You are determined that you can do it! so this time, you call him.

"Let's do something fun Barbatos! aren't you tired of working?"

"I'm honored that you asked me, but no. I am not tired since this is my duty to keep an eye on the young master."

ugh. why isn't he agreeing to go out with you? how dare he say no to you. He rarely says that!

"Fine! I'll come over there then. wait for me Barbatos!" although he declines any offer, you are still determined to get him to take a break.

you are now inside of the castle, trying to find Barbatos but since it's so big, you almost got lost! even though you have been visiting the castle almost every week, you still managed to get confused about the layout of the castle. It's pretty huge after all. Searching for him makes you exhausted and really thirsty. walking around that castle is like an exercise for you. So you head over to the kitchen to get something to drink, and that's when you find Barbatos. Washing the dishes.

"Barbatos! I'm so glad I found you" smiling when you finally found him.

"Why hello there Mc, you seem to be panting a lot. Are you okay?" Looking back at you while finishing up his duty.

"yeah I'm fine dont worry." you replied while grabbing yourself a drink. Not long after that, you head over to the counter where Barbatos is drying his hands off, Again.. Trying to get him off work but he simply declined. No matter what you do or what you say he just won't.

"pleaseeee..?? pretty please? I'll do anything for you to get off from work!" You said to him while holding his hands with a pout.

God, You look so fucking adorable and he can't resist you. He tried to not look down at you because you were wearing a tight-fit dress and he didn't want to get a boner while working. But he can't. Looking down at you with that face makes him want to just fuck you. I mean.. it's your plan after all. You know he can't resist you with that dress and that is why you wear it.

You took advantage of it, tip-toeing over for a light kiss, teasing him. Your lips were as soft as a cloud and he needed more. He holds your waist to let you know that he doesn't want your pretty, soft lips to leave. A soft moan slipped out of your mouth as a response. His kisses slowly go down, from your lips, chin, and then your neck. He was so gentle and soft.. Gosh, you started to feel hot, and.. he was hard too. You felt his pants hardened, it's like he's asking you to unzip his pants and just.. suck it all.

"Well, I maybe perhaps need a little break don't I? Could you take care of me darling?" looking seductively at you, he asked you to help him and you knew exactly what to do, you are a good girl after all.

"Don't worry, I'll help you." you look at him innocently but you know deep down, your intention is not as innocent as your eyes.

On your knees, you started to unzip his pants. His dick was so excited that it just bounce right out, twitching as if he was so impatient, waiting for your next move. He was in fact, impatient. He needs your pretty little mouth to suck him deep. but.. why are you not doing it? Being impatient, He grabbed your head and pushed you so deep into him. Eyes widened, you didn't expect him to make the first move. You were gasping for air.

"b-barbatos.. calm down!" you choked on his dick, taking his dick out of your mouth.

"take it back, I didn't allow you to take it out."

after calming yourself down, you started to suck his dick again. It's so big that you can feel it hitting the back of your throat. Moaning when it did. Looking at him with pathetic eyes while sucking his dick off, it's like you're asking for his approval. Are you good enough? or are you not? He didn't say anything so you thought he was not satisfied. So you position your hands on his hips, sucking him way more quicker this time and you heard him grunt. Is he finally satisfied?

"i-is this good enough?" you asked him. Moaning as you say so.

"Yes. You're so good at this. keep sucking me." head tilting back while breathing heavily. Finally! he's satisfied.

He felt that he is about to cum. he didn't want to choke you with his precious cum so he take his dick out and release it all over your face. breathing heavily and moaning as he did that. Your face was all ruined now aww :(. Some of it was in your cheeks, hair, eyes, and lips. You licked some of it off while he stroke his dick. You smiled at him, what a good little girl. He needs more of you. and I mean. more.

He helps you stand up and then he lifts one of your legs to the counter and the other is at his shoe. Kissing all over you while he did. He kisses you as his hands guide his dick to your entrance. You were so wet by now. He is teasing you with his dick and he knows you want it.

"Barbatos please..? please put it inside. I can't wait anymore." whining and wiggling your ass as you told him, Gosh you were so needy for him. And he gladly does it.

He covers your mouth with his hands and slowly puts it inside. Eyes rolling and moaning when he did, your cunt was so tight and wet.. making him moan. He begins to fuck you slowly at first but as time went on, he got faster and faster. nghh his dick feels so good inside you and as for your legs? it was shaking. You were whimpering and moaning so much that he had to put his fingers inside of your mouth to calm you.

He was breathing heavily too, sometimes squishing your ass or your boobs when you were too loud. His hips begin to go quicker and tears are rolling down your face as you tell him to slow down. he didn't listen of course. Feeling that both of you are at the edge. He circle your clit to make you feel more pleasure.. kissing your neck while he did so.

"h-ha! barbatos~!" Hearing that makes him go more faster and sooner, and you both release at the same time. Your body trembling when you release, but still trying to suck his dick even deeper so that no cum of his is wasted. I mean, who wouldn't? his dick always hits your G-spot after all.

Your body was so weak that you couldn't stand up anymore. trembling so bad that you have to sit on the floor. It's not your fault, after all, It's his!

"Barbatos...I-i can't stand up anymore." while breathing heavily and letting his cum go out of your pussy to the floor. such a waste :( but you really try not to let anything spill out but you just can't.

"Don't worry darling. Since you helped me relax, I'll take care of you next. Maybe I should ask Diavalo for more breaks so I can just fuck you again hm?"

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educatedsimps · 2 days

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— how they comfort you when u cry (hcs)

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the quiet type - he doesn't really say much (some of them are just awkward okay i'm sorry) but they're there for you 1000%. need tissues? he's got it. water? a glass in your hands in two seconds flat. cuddles? you're in his arms before you finish asking him. your wish is his command.

↳ kageyama, tsukki, kenma, suna, kita cuz he KNOWS how to take care of you, ushijima

the protective and loving type - holds your hands and sits on the floor or couch or bed with you or wherever you're crying and just HOLDS YOU while you cry and you can't help but just feel so safe with him. he tells u everything's okay and even if it's not right now, it will be and you can bet he'll personally make sure that everything does become okay. also kisses you on the forehead and gives the BEST fking hugs in the world like his hugs are seriously top tier YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

↳ daichi, suga, ennoshita, akaashi, iwaizumi (have you seen his ARMS), osamu, semi

the emotional soundboard - probably ends up crying with you ngl. but honestly can anyone blame him? his entire universe is sad or upset about something and you expect him to not be emotional as well? of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't comfort you, he just can't help but feel his heart hurt seeing you cry. like even if you cried because of a fight with him, if he sees you crying the fight is automatically over like he will not continue fighting or arguing with you if you’re crying

↳ asahi, hinata, yamaguchi (yk how yachi was nervous and he was nervous and it was like their nervousness kept bouncing off each other before the shiratorizawa match), bokuto because it's bokuto he's adorably sweet though

idk how to title this group - thinks you're beautiful even when you cry, and he's glad you're able to be so vulnerable around him. "i have snot everywhere and i look like shit" NO YOU DON'T like he would NEVER think that. he really does find you beautiful no matter what like you’re just perfect to him. he'll hug you for as long as you want him to, and he'll cheer you up with kisses and your favourite snacks or movie or flowers or even a small date.

↳ noya, tanaka, kuroo (he tries to cheer u up with chem jokes), oikawa, atsumu, tendo

#educated.simps #haikyuu x reader #lyssa.writes #simps.write #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff

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kckt88 · 2 days

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The Lost Dragon 2 - All Together.

Summary:

Aemond contemplates his past actions and a celebration is held in honour of the new royal Prince.

Warnings - Fluff, SLight Angst, Discussions of Past, Celebrations, Mild Prophecy.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

Word Count: 4665

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

A.N - I used Legolas as the face claim for Aemon.

Tag List - @jasminecosmic99 @kaelatargaryen @yesterdayfeelings-blog @immyowndefender @0eessirk8 @darylandbethfanforever9

Standing on the balcony of his chambers, Aemond's gaze swept over the sprawling expanse of King's Landing, his thoughts consumed by the events of the day. The sound of bells ringing echoed through the city streets, their melodic chimes carrying the news of a joyous occasion.

As the bells tolled in celebration, Aemond couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and anticipation. For among the bustling throngs of the city below, the birth of a royal babe had been announced, heralding a new chapter in the history of the realm.

No matter how hard he tried Aemond still couldn't shake the sense of disbelief that washed over him. He had thought his days of siring children were long behind him, content in the knowledge that he would have grandchildren to dote upon.

But here he was, at almost nine and thirty with four grown children, two grandchildren and now he has a newly born son.

His son-his little Jacaerys, named in honour of the uncle who sacrificed his life. Despite the contention between them when they were younger, Aemond made a silent vow that his son would always know of the bravery of his uncle and the honour surrounding his name.

As Aemond quietly entered their chambers, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambience over the room, he found himself drawn to the sight of Vaelys resting peacefully in their bed. She had been sleeping on and off since giving birth, her exhaustion evident even in her moments of reprieve.

Taking a seat by the side of the bed, Aemond watched over his beloved wife with a tender gaze, his heart swelling with love and gratitude for the woman who had given him so much.

As he sat in quiet contemplation, the faint sound of a newborn's cry reached Aemond's ears, drawing his attention to the cradle nestled nearby. With a gentle smile, he rose from his seat and made his way over to the cradle, where little Jace lay fussing in his swaddling clothes.

Scooping up his newborn son into his arms, Aemond held him close, relishing in the warmth and weight of the tiny bundle against his chest. With practiced ease, he began to sway gently from side to side, the rhythmic motion lulling Jace into a state of contentment as his cries gradually subsided.

As the door to the chambers creaked open, Aemond's attention was drawn to the sight of a familiar little figure peering inside. A small silver head appeared, cautious and curious, as Vhalarr hesitated at the threshold, his eyes widening as he caught sight of his grandfather holding the newborn babe in his arms.

For a moment, Vhalarr lingered in the doorway, unsure whether to approach. But as Aemond met his gaze with a warm smile, the hesitation melted away, replaced by a tentative sense of excitement.

With a silent nod from his grandfather, Vhalarr tentatively stepped into the room, his footsteps barely making a sound on the polished floors.

His eyes were wide with wonder as he approached, his gaze fixed on the tiny bundle cradled in Aemond's arms.

"Come here, Vhalarr," Aemond said softly, his voice a gentle invitation. "You can come and see the baby.”

At the mention of the baby, Vhalarr's eyes lit up with delight, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. With careful steps, he made his way over to Aemond's side, standing close as he peered down at the newborn babe with wide-eyed wonder.

"What the baby's name, Gandpa?"

Aemond smiled down at his grandson, his heart warmed by the innocence and curiosity in Vhalarr's question. "This little one's name is Jacaerys," he replied, his voice filled with pride.

“Jace” replied Vhalarr sweetly.

“That’s right-“ whispered Aemond.

As Vhalarr studied the tiny features of Jace, a thoughtful expression crossed his face. "He looks like Gandma," he remarked, his voice tinged with wonder.

Aemond nodded in agreement, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, he does," he replied softly, his gaze lingering on the newborn babe. "He has her eyes."

“Will Gandma be ok?” asked Vhalarr as he looked towards Vaelys who was sleeping.

At Vhalarr's next question, Aemond's expression softened with reassurance. "She’ll be fine, Vhalarr," he assured his grandson, his voice calm and reassuring.

With a furrowed brow, he turned to his grandfather once again, his amethyst eyes wide with wonder.

"Gandpa-" he began, his voice filled with curiosity, "-Daddy said the baby was in Gandma’s tummy-If the baby was in her tummy, then how did it get there?"

Aemond paused for a moment, considering his response carefully before replying, "That-is a question you should ask your parents."

As Vhalarr nodded, Aemond breathed a sigh of relief, the memory of his own children’s curiosity about where babes come from swirled around his mind-and that awkwardness was something he did not want to relive.

"Will we still play together, Gandpa?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of worry.

Aemond's heart softened at the question, and he reached out to gently ruffle Vhalarr's silver hair. "Of course we will" he reassured his grandson, his voice warm and comforting. "Having a new baby in the family doesn't mean I love you any less. I'll always have time for you, no matter what."

“Ok-“ said Vhalarr softly.

"You're very special to me, Vhalarr, and so is your sister-" said Aemond, his gaze full of affection. "-And that will never change, no matter how big our family gets."

With a wide grin, Vhalarr looked up at his grandfather, his eyes shining with affection. "I love you so much, Gandpa," he declared, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

Aemond's heart swelled with pride at Vhalarr's words, and he reached out to pull his grandson into a gentle embrace. "And I love you too, Vhalarr," he replied, his voice soft with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."

As Vhalarr nestled beside Vaelys, his tiny form gradually succumbing to the gentle embrace of sleep, there came a soft knock at the door. Aemond's attention shifted, and he rose from his seat beside the bed, moving quietly towards the entrance.

With a careful hand, Aemond cracked the door open, revealing the silhouette of his son, Aemon, standing in the dim light of the corridor. Aemond greeted him with a silent smile, his eye reflecting a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

Aemon stepped inside, his expression grave yet filled with an underlying sense of urgency. He had recently arrived on dragon back from Driftmark, having flown swiftly upon receiving word of the events that had unfolded.

Aemond motioned for Aemon to keep his voice low, mindful not to disturb Vaelys, who still slept soundly nearby. With a silent nod, Aemon conveyed his understanding, his gaze flickering towards his mother and nephew.

"I still can't believe it," murmured Aemon, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Another brother-when the raven arrived, I thought it was a jest”.

Aemond's expression softened at his son's words, understanding the weight of the unexpected news. "It's no jest, Aemon," he replied quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of wonder. "Jacaerys is here, a blessing we never anticipated."

“Jacaerys. That’s what he’s been named?” asked Aemon.

“Yes-there was no other named that seemed appropriate” replied Aemond.

"Congratulations, Father," Aemon whispered, a warm smile gracing his lips as he looked upon his newborn brother with awe and wonder. "I never imagined you and mother would grant us a new addition to the family."

Aemond returned his son's smile, his eye shining with pride and affection. "Thank you, Aemon," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude. "It's a blessing beyond measure."

As they shared a quiet moment of celebration, Aemon's thoughts turned to his mother, Vaelys. "And how is Mother?" he inquired softly; his concern evident in his voice.

Aemond's expression softened at the mention of his wife. "She's well," he assured his son, his voice tender with affection. "Just tired, as expected. But she's resting now, and I'm sure she'll be eager to see you when she wakes."

“I see Vhalarr managed to sneak in,” laughed Aemon as he looked at his sleeping nephew, cuddled up to Vaelys, his little hand holding hers.

“How are things on Driftmark?” asked Aemond.

“They are well, managed to negotiate a trade deal with Lys and Baela is on hand to provide support and Laena is determined to honour her father’s efforts” replied Aemon.

“How are Rhaenar and Daemon?”

“Their good, Rhaenar wants to squire at Storms End with Jaehaerys and Daemon has asked to come here, he wants you to train him,” said Aemon.

“As long as Baela is ok with that-I see no issue, but he must know that I will not go easy on him”.

“He expects nothing less, but it is fortunate that I am here as I have news of my own to share” said Aemon brightly.

“Oh-is everything ok?” asked Aemond.

“Laena is with child”

"Another grandchild-" exclaimed Aemond softly, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "That's wonderful news, Aemon. I couldn't be happier for you both."

“She’s almost four moons along I must confess I'm nervous. I don't know how to be a father. I want to provide for Laena and our child, to be the best husband and father I can be, but-I fear I may fall short" confessed Aemon his voice laced with vulnerability.

Aemond's expression softened with understanding as he placed a comforting hand on his son's shoulder. "It's natural to feel apprehensive, Aemon," he reassured him, his voice gentle and reassuring. "But remember, you are not alone. You have your mother and me, as well as our entire family, to support you every step of the way. And most importantly, you have love in your heart, and that will guide you through."

“How did you become a good father?” asked Aemon.

Aemond's expression softened as he considered his son's question, his gaze distant as he delved into memories of the past. "That's a difficult question, Aemon," he replied slowly, his voice tinged with reflection. "I suppose I learned what it meant to be a father by knowing what I didn't want to become."

His thoughts turned to his own upbringing, to the absence of paternal love and guidance he had experienced under Viserys' rule. "My own father, Viserys-he wasn't exactly a shining example of fatherhood," Aemond admitted, his tone sombre. "He neglected me and my siblings, he dismissed us, as if we were nothing more than an inconvenience, all he cared about was Rhaenyra.”

“Father. I-“ exclaimed Aemon.

Aemond's gaze shifted to his son, his eye filled with warmth and affection. "I made a vow to myself when I was younger-" he continued, his voice steady with determination. "That any children I had would know my love, my attention, my unwavering support. And so, I became the father I wished I had, for you and your siblings."

With a soft smile playing on his lips, Aemon reached out and embraced his father tightly, the warmth of their shared embrace speaking volumes more than words ever could.

“I must also credit your mother" said Aemond, his voice soft but earnest. "She's been my partner in everything, especially in parenting."

A faint smile graced Aemond's lips as he thought of Vaelys, his beloved wife and Queen. "Vaelys has a strength and wisdom that complements mine," he continued, his tone reverent. "She's been there for us all, guiding and nurturing our children with a love that knows no bounds."

Aemond's gaze softened as he turned to Aemon, a look of profound appreciation in his eyes. "Your mother has taught me so much about love and family," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "And for that, I am eternally grateful."

“Did you always know that mother was the one for you?” asked Aemon.

“At this point in my life I can say yes without hesitation, but when I was a child-gods your mother was so annoying” replied Aemond smiling.

“Really?” exclaimed Aemon, even though he was almost eight and ten he still liked to hear stories of his parents when they were younger, granted most of them weren’t very nice but there were a few that made Aemon smile.

“She would follow me everywhere-always looking at me with those big amethyst eyes, she’d spend hours drawing pictures for me, and making daisy chains that she insisted I should wear-one time she even tried to force a crown of weeds upon my head-“

“-And that was annoying?” questioned Aemon cocking his head to the side.

“Yes-she was always around, smiling at me and bothering me with endless questions and she was a girl who I didn’t like, was very annoying and-and she was one of the most beautiful creatures I’d ever gazed upon” said Aemond his eye welling with tears.

“F-father?” gasped Aemon in surprise.

Aemond's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his gaze fixed on a distant point as if lost in the memories of that dark chapter in his life. "I've done things-terrible things," he began, his words heavy with remorse. "During the war, I was consumed by rage, and I chased after Vaelys in the skies above Storm's End.”

He paused, swallowing hard as he struggled to find the right words. "I killed Archonei," Aemond continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I nearly killed Vaelys. But instead-I kidnapped her-" His voice cracked with emotion as he confessed the truth. "-My brother Aegon-he was going to hurt her, so I offered to marry her-to keep her safe and even in that I failed, s-she was poisoned and miscarried our second babe, my wretch of a brother tried to force himself upon her, so I killed him-“

Aemond's shoulders sagged with the weight of his confession, his hands trembling slightly as he reached up to run a hand through his hair. "The guilt and the shame-it still haunts me. Every day, I carry the weight of my past sins. Sometimes I don't feel worthy of the love I've been given; of the life I have."

Aemon's chest tightened as he listened to his father's confession, a tumult of emotions swirling within him. He had always known about the history between his parents and the other members of their family, the dance of dragons and a family almost destroyed.

But to hear his father speak so openly, to lay bare the darkest chapters of their past, left Aemon feeling a mix of empathy, sorrow, and a lingering sense of unease.

He shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to say in response. Part of him wanted to offer reassurance, to tell his father that they had moved past those dark days, that they had found redemption in their love for each other.

But another part of him couldn't shake the sense of disquiet that lingered in the wake of his father’s confession.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, Aemon spoke, his voice quiet but steady. "What matters is that you and Mother found your way to each other. Despite everything that happened, you built something beautiful together."

He paused, meeting Aemond's gaze with a mixture of compassion and understanding. "We all have our demons to face, Father," Aemon continued, his tone gentle but firm. "But it's how we confront them that defines who we are. And you-you've faced yours with courage and humility."

As Aemond voiced his doubts, Vaelys stirred from her feigned slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, and she fixed her gaze upon her husband, her voice soft but resolute as she interjected into their conversation.

"Aemond," she murmured, her words carrying the weight of unwavering conviction. "You are worthy of every ounce of love and happiness that life has bestowed upon you. Despite the darkness that once clouded our path, you have shown me time and time again the depth of your love, your courage, and your unwavering commitment to our family."

“Vaelys” whispered Aemond a tear sliding down his cheek.

"You are not defined by the mistakes of your past, my love," Vaelys continued, her voice tender but firm. "You are defined by the man you have become—the man who has faced his demons with courage, who has embraced redemption, and who has filled our lives with light and love."

Aemon watched in silence as his mother, with a soft smile gracing her lips, extended her hand to his father, inviting him to join her on the bed.

Never had he in been in such awe of his mother-she was truly something magnificent.

After placing Jacaerys back in his cradle, Aemond approached with a mixture of reverence and adoration, his eye fixed on Vaelys with a depth of love that spoke volumes.

Gently, he settled beside her, his head finding its place on her chest, her arms encircling him in a tender embrace.

In the hushed intimacy of their chambers, the outside world faded away, Vaelys pressed gentle kisses to Aemond's head, her murmured words of affection a soothing melody in the quiet room.

Aemon felt a surge of gratitude wash over him as he witnessed the depth of his parents' love for each other.

With delicate care, Aemon lifted the slumbering form of Vhalarr into his arms, his movements gentle so as not to disturb the child's peaceful rest. As he cradled his young nephew close, Aemon cast a brief glance toward his parents, silently acknowledging their need for privacy in this tender moment.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Aemon's lips as he observed the serene expressions on his parents' faces, a testament to the deep bond they shared.

With a nod of understanding to his father, Aemon turned and quietly made his way out of the room, with Vhalarr nestled securely in his arms.

As the sun set over the towering walls of the Red Keep, casting a warm glow over the city of King's Landing, the grand halls of the palace were alive with the sound of laughter and music. Servants bustled about, ensuring that every detail was perfect for the celebration that was about to unfold.

In the centre of it all stood Vaelys and Aemond, radiant in their regal attire, their newborn son Jacaerys cradled between them. The joy of his arrival was palpable in the air, a tangible energy that seemed to infuse every corner of the room.

Noble lords and ladies from across the realm mingled with knights and soldiers, their voices raised in animated conversation as they toasted to the health and happiness of the royal family. The tables groaning under the weight of sumptuous feasts, laden with delicacies from all corners of the Seven Kingdoms.

Musicians played lively tunes, their melodies filling the air with an infectious rhythm that set the guests to dancing. Couples twirled and spun across the polished floors, their laughter mingling with the strains of the music as they celebrated the joyous occasion.

Vaelys gently cradled Jacaerys in her arms, murmuring soothing words as she rocked him back and forth. His tiny cries softened under her touch, and she smiled down at him with a mother's love, marvelling at the miracle of new life.

Meanwhile, Aemond was now standing with his sons and his brother, along with several other lords who had gathered to offer their congratulations.

They clapped Aemond on the back and exchanged jests and banter, their voices blending together in a chorus of good-natured ribbing.

"Aemond, my brother, it seems your prowess knows no bounds," Daeron teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

The other lords chuckled and nodded in agreement, raising their glasses in a toast to Aemond's supposed virility. Aemond joined in their laughter, his chest swelling with pride at the sight of his sons gathered around him.

Vaelys approached her sister Baela with a sympathetic smile, sensing the weight of grief that still lingered in her eyes.

"Baela, are you holding up alright?" Vaelys asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Baela sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly as she nodded. "It's been difficult, Vaelys," she admitted. "Losing Jace-it's left a void that can never truly be filled. But knowing that he lives on in our children-it brings me some measure of comfort."

Vaelys reached out and squeezed her sister's hand in understanding, offering a reassuring smile. "I know it's not the same, but at least we have each other, Baela. And our family will always be there to support us through the hard times."

Baela returned her sister's smile, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Vaelys and too know that we are going to share a grandchild, brings me joy”.

Vaelys' eyes widened in delight, her heart swelling with happiness "Me too” she exclaimed, wrapping her sister in a tight embrace.

“May I hold him?” asked Baela.

Vaelys nodded and with tender care, she gently place Jacaerys into Baela's waiting arms.

As Baela cradled the newborn prince against her chest, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and a soft, wistful smile graced her lips. Gazing down at Jacaerys' tiny form, she marvelled at the delicate features that mirrored Vaelys but also Jace in an odd way, no doubt something they’d inherited from Rhaenyra.

"He's so beautiful," Baela whispered, her voice barely above a breath, as she brushed her fingertips against Jacaerys' cheek and then through his silver hair.

Vaelys nodded in quiet agreement, her own eyes misting with emotion as she watched her sister embrace the newborn with a mixture of tenderness and sorrow.

“Sister-“ exclaimed Aemond loudly as the doors opened and Helaena walked in, her hair a wild mess, no doubt she’d come here straight from landing at the dragon pit with Dreamfyre.

"Aemond," Helaena greeted him warmly, her voice tinged with affection as she embraced him in a gentle hug. "It is wonderful to see you again."

Aemond returned her embrace with equal warmth, a smile of genuine pleasure lighting up his features. "Helaena-I'm glad you could join us for the celebration."

“Me too-although I’m sorry to have missed my nephew’s birth, quite the surprise” replied Helaena.

“Your telling me-“ muttered Aemond.

“Sometimes babes are just meant to be-“ mused Helaena softly.

“Is that why the moontea didn’t work?” quipped Aemond.

“No-a son once lost, now returns-no poison to remove seed from root, the dragons blood will bear fruit-” replied Helaena.

Aemond nodded slightly to what his sister had said, he knew better than to correct her, but no poison to remove seed from root, surely, she wasn’t suggesting that Jacaerys was somehow the babe they’d lost all those years ago.

Almost as if to read his mind Helaena leaned forward and gently placed her hand on Aemonds arm “Don’t think about it to much brother-you’ll just give yourself a headache”.

“B-But you said-“ muttered Aemond.

“I know-but mayhaps we should just accept this blessing from the gods, they have seen fit to return your son too you. Best not anger them by questioning their logic” replied Helaena.

“No-perhaps your right, today is all about celebrating after all” said Aemond brightly.

“Indeed brother-the role of father suits you well”.

“How is Jaehaerys faring? I trust Storm's End agrees with him?" asked Aemond blushing at Helaena’s compliment.

Helaena's eyes sparkled with maternal pride as she spoke of her son. "Jaehaerys is thriving," she replied with a warm smile. "He has taken well to his duties at Storm's End, and Ellise has been a wonderful support to him. They are both very happy, and little Aegar brings them endless joy."

Aemond nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at the news of his nephew's happiness. "I am glad to hear it," he said warmly. "It warms my heart to know that he has found contentment in his new role."

Helaena's smile widened, her pride in her son evident in every word she spoke. "Indeed," she agreed. "And I must say, I love being a grandmother. Aegar is a delightful child, and I cherish every moment I spend with him-speaking of grandchildren-where are my granddaughters?”

“Rhaelys and Elaena are sitting over there with Rekara” said Daeron pointing towards the corner and indeed there they were, huddled together with Vhalarr sticking his tongue out at Aegon who was pulling faces at him.

“I swear my good son is no better than a child at times” mused Helaena.

“He’s harmless mother-I swear” laughed Jaehaera as she wrapped her arms around her mother and held her close.

“My sweet girl-I have missed you” exclaimed Helaena beaming with pride as Maelor was also quick to approach and give his mother a hug.

“Excuse me-Your Grace. Might I have a word?” asked Luke.

“What can I do for you?” replied Aemond curtly.

“I was hoping to discuss marriages for my children-“

“During the council meeting on the morrow we shall discuss terms” said Aemond.

“Thank you-Your Grace” said Luke bowing slightly and returning to Rhaena who gave Aemond a smile of gratitude.

Aemond approached Vaelys, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he admired the scene before him. Sovia and Daevyn sat close to their mother, engaged in lively conversation, while Daevyn cradled Jacaerys in his arms with a tender expression.

"Enjoying the celebration?" Aemond asked as he joined them, his gaze shifting between his wife and children.

Vaelys looked up, her eyes brightening at the sight of him. "Immensely," she replied, her voice carrying a note of contentment. "It's wonderful to see everyone gathered together in celebration."

Aemond nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on Jacaerys for a moment before returning to Vaelys. "He's growing more handsome by the day," he remarked, a proud glint in his eyes.

Vaelys smiled, her affection for their newborn son evident in the way she looked at him. "He takes after his father," she said softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Aemond's forehead.

Aemond's smile widened at her words, a surge of warmth flooding his heart. "And his mother," he added, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Sovia and Daevyn exchanged knowing glances, sharing a fond smile at their parents' display of affection.

“Ewww mama Saeryna farted-“ shrieked Vhalarr as he jumped away from his little sister.

“Son-there is a certain way in which express our displeasure at-sweet mother, what have you been feeding the girl” exclaimed Sovia wafting her hand in front of her face.

“Actually, I think that’s Jace-he’s soiled his cloth” said Vaelys.

“Shall I change the babe Your Grace?” asked Ceci.

“No thank you-I shall see to him myself-he’s due to be fed soon and I’m feeling a little tired” replied Vaelys.

“I shall escort you back to our chambers-“ said Aemond.

“N-nooo Gandpa stay-play dragons with me” urged Vhalarr.

“But-“

“I’ll be fine my love, stay and enjoy the celebrations” said Vaelys as Jace started fussing.

“But I don’t want you to be alone in our chambers as I stay here, celebrating without you wouldn’t feel right-“ said Aemond firmly.

“It’s ok-linger for a while longer and then retire for the night, I’m sure Sovia and Daevyn can be left in charge, after all they will be rulers one day”.

“Fine-I will remain for no longer than half an hour. I do not wish to apart from you any longer than that” replied Aemond.

“As you wish Issa dārys” (My King).

“Avy jorrāelan issa dāria” said Aemond softly (I love you my Queen).

“I love you too” exclaimed Vhalarr, his cheeky smile plastered across his face.

Vaelys giggled as she placed a quick kiss on Aemond’s lips and allowed Daeron to escort her back to her chambers.

“Gandpa-play with me-I’ll be Caraxes, and you be Vhagar-we fight in the sky” cheered Vhalarr.

“So, who’s going to win?” asked Aemond as he hauled Vhalarr onto his knee.

“None of them, silver stained red, a sister of dark in amethyst. A dragon in the water-gone forever” muttered Vhalarr as he moved is dragon toy through the sky.

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Summary: Finn's sleep deprivation comes to bite him in the ass. The issue is technically not solved but hey it's angst so :P. Word count: 3031

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Break

The exam results were out. Finally, after weeks of waiting, the fates of every student of Night Raven College were stamped onto a large board, strung up within the hall of mirrors for everyone to see.

Finn stood amongst the crowd of students clamouring to see their results, wincing at the noise. Azul had wandered off to speak to Riddle, greeting the Heartslabyul dorm leader with a grin and an endless string of compliments, and the twins were nowhere to be found.

Finn didn't mind. He was rather occupied with searching for his own position on the board with heavy, tired eyes. Last term, he had been thirteenth in the grade, but he was no longer there, and he couldn't find-

There. Nineteen. He was still in the top twenty but... he dropped six places.

Finn bit his lip and linked his hands together nervously.

No... no, he studied so hard, he went through so much work dozens of times, he asked Azul to quizz him, he... he...

The noise around Finn faded into a haze, and he stared at the board blankly, his mind running wild with a hundred different thoughts. He barely noticed the students brushing past him and snapping at him to move. He just stood there and stared.

Six places. He dropped six places.

"Finn, the bell went. We need to get to class."

Finn turned his head to find Azul looking at him, then turned back to the board. "...Okay."

Azul frowned and followed his gaze, reading through the list until he got to Finn's name and he started.

"Ah. The... potion didn't work, then?"

Finn nodded, and Azul sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me-"

"We're going to be late." Finn abruptly cut him off and began speedwalking down the hallway to the alchemy lab before Azul could protest.

He had a practical now. Not for marks, but a joint class test run for next term. It seemed Crewel had a desire to make his students suffer one last time before the holidays.

No matter. It was fine. Finn was good at alchemy. Well, he was good at getting the ingredients correct, at least. But he was partnered with Riddle. It would be fine.

He was right. Everything was fine at first. Riddle was already there with the cauldron ready, unsurprisingly, reading carefully through the ingredients with his brows furrowed in concentration.

They exchanged greetings and settled into mutual silence, working in a slow, steady tandem.

Finn enjoyed working with Riddle. There was no hesitation, no umming and awing or trying to make small talk. Riddle worked quickly and precisely, without stupid mistakes, and if Finn were to cut something too large or stir too fast, the redhead would correct him and carry on.

Things were going well. The potion was looking perfect, and they were further ahead than most of their classmates.

There were a few times when Finn's vision doubled, and his hands started to shake, but it wasn't anything to worry about.

Finn winced. His head... felt fuzzy. He wasn't dizzy, but he didn't have a headache either. He wasn't an idiot. He knew it had something to do with his lack of sleep the past few weeks.

It wasn't his fault. Ghostly blank stares and the distant sound of high-pitched wailing wasn't something he could magic away.

Still. It wasn't detrimental. He still had dreamless nights, though those were getting rare, and he made up for it during the day. It didn't affect his work. That was much was obvious by the potion's progress. All it needed was a garlic clove and-

The mixture turned dark red instead of golden brown, and Finn blinked.

He heard Riddle gasp and a pit formed in his stomach.

"Finn, you're not supposed to put garlic cloves in a healing potion-!"

Riddle was turning red but trying to calm himself down through sharp, fast-paced breaths.

"You- the whole potion's ruined, I-"

Finn didn't answer him. He stared blankly at the oily surface of the ruined mixture, stupefied. His own reflection stared back at him, sleep deprived eyes and all, and then... five more.

He caught sight of those empty black sockets, and a sharp spike of fear shot through him. He jumped back with a poorly contained yelp, nearly knocking into the person behind him.

Riddle's nostrils flared, and he took off his safety goggles to pinch the bridge of his nose and draw in a deep breath. He put his goggles on the table next to him and stared at Finn with large grey that shone in a mix of anger, frustration, and... concern?

"Finn, you never get ingredients wrong. Are you alright?"

Finn was too surprised to answer at first, but after a moment or two of staring at Riddle, he shook his head. "I'm fine. I misread the ingredients. I apologise."

Riddle furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, unsatisfied with the answer.

Finn suddenly felt very wrong and uncomfortable because this was not what they should be doing, this was not how things went. They can't sit here chatting. They need to restart, to try again. Why was Riddle looking at him like that? Like he cared about him and not the ruined potion? Like he was worried?

"You never make mistakes like that." Riddle insisted. "That's why I like having you as a partner. You look tired, have you been getting enough sleep?"

The question triggered a hundred different memories of the same sequence at once. Get ready for bed, take a dreamless potion, go to sleep, wake up crying, screaming, or thrashing, spend the rest of the night wide awake and too terrified to look at any reflections, rinse and repeat.

"Plenty." Finn said, sounding calmer than he felt. "Empty the cauldron. We'll start again."

Riddle didn't press further, and with their combined efforts, they just barely managed to finish in time for the bell. The potion was rushed and imperfect, but at least it was finished.

Finn apologised to Riddle once again for his mistake and promised to make it up to him, then shuffled off to take off his lab wear.

"Mister Clearcove, pay attention."

Finn's eyes flew open at the sudden voice, and he looked up to see his ancient curses professor giving him a stern look. Wait. Ancient curses? He didn't even remember coming into the classroom. He was just taking off his lab wear, wasn't he?

Did he fall asleep during class? No, he couldn't have. No matter how exhausted he was, he never allowed himself to fall asleep. ...It seemed he had failed this time.

Finn had to fight to stay awake throughout the rest of the day. Every time his eyelids slid shut, they would stay that way until he forced them open again.

The only things that woke him up properly were the brief glimpses of them in the windows, but even those shots of adrenaline were quick to fade, leaving him exhausted yet again.

Finn usually looked forward to clubs, as it was a quiet, pleasant time for him, but now... it was just another obstacle in between him and the end of the day.

Malleus was talking about... something. The history of gothic architecture and its impact, Finn was pretty sure. It was difficult to concentrate on his words.

"Finn." Malleus said, and Finn blinked at him. "You not listening again."

Finn could see the irritated furrow of Malleus' brows, the way his mouth dipped into an expression far too pouty for that of a prince.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, not for the first time. He sent Malleus a tight-lipped smile. "Please, continue. I'll be sure to pay close attention."

By the time his astrology class rolled around, Finn felt like he'd been run over by a train and then wrung out like a cloth.

Peering through the telescope provided by the school made his eyes ache even more, and trying to concentrate on the constellations above them made his head pound.

The stars kept blurring. He couldn't focus on them. His fingers trembled as he tried to sketch with his free hand.

"Your positions are a little off, Clearcove."

Finn clenched his teeth to stop himself from saying something rather foul and raised his head to send Professor Da Costa a smile.

"Thank you, Professor. I'll correct that immediately."

He began erasing his work with furrowed brows, blinking away another brief moment of double vision.

"Are you alright, Clearcove?"

Professor Da Costa was still peering at him, concern flickering in his dark blue eyes. He was always concerned for the well-being of his students, but really, did he have to pry like Riddle?

"I'm fine, professor." Finn said, gnawing in his lip in an attempt to keep the irritation out of his tone.

The professor raised an eyebrow at him but simply nodded his head. "Take care of yourself, Clearcove." He said, smiling a little, then carried on towards the other students.

Finn huffed and went back to peering through the telescope.

By the time his school day officially ended, Finn was bumping into corners and nearly tripping over himself on the way to his room in Octavinelle.

He collapsed onto his bed as if he'd spent all day running with a relieved sigh, pressing his face into his pillow. He was glad to have a room to himself, for once, with no noisy roommates to bother him.

Finn would have fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow if it weren't for the nagging reminder of his shift at Mostro Lounge in the back of his head.

He peeled himself from his bed and rifled through his bedside drawers for the key to his cupboard. He passed by his dressing table, glad he had thrown a sheet over the mirror the night before. But looking at it now made him realise he would have to deal with the reflective surfaces of bottles, glasses, the glass wall, and more.

Thousands of reflections. Thousands of eyes.

Maybe... maybe he should ask Azul if he could take the night off.

'Don't be stupid,' said a little voice in the back of his head. His voice. 'Just because you're together doesn't mean you should expect special treatment. You're not special. You need to pull your weight.'

But he felt so tired.

'Everyone's tired. They don't even hurt you. They just give you bad dreams. What's next, running home crying to Papa?'

Finn growled something crude and pulled his dorm uniform out of the cupboard. He stared at it, at the suit jacket and bow tie and suspenders that promised relentless noise and too many reflections.

He sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Usually, Mostro Lounge was an odd sort of comfort for him. It reminded him of Azul, Jade, and Floyd, and it was peaceful when it was closed.

Now, though, everything Finn could possibly dislike about it was amplified. The lights were so bright it made his eyes water and his head hurt. The hubbub of voices and people eating was pounding inside his head. There were too many reflections.

The polished floor, the glasses, the bottles, the plates... too many things were just reflective enough for Finn to want to blindfold himself.

His eyes were heavy and sore, and Finn was yet again considering asking Azul if he could just... stop. Hang on, he couldn't think about that right now. He was busy.

...What was he doing again? Drinks, right. That was his job. Make drinks, listen for information. Except he couldn't really hear anything very well. Everything around him was just a blur of noise.

Someone ordered... something. That Pomefiore student, yes, he wanted Azul's new special drink.

Finn sucked in a breath, blinking rapidly. He hadn't felt this exhausted in a long time. The dreams had gotten worse recently. He didn't know why. Did they want something? Were they bored of his fear and decided to bring it up a notch?

The sound of glass breaking pulled Finn back into reality. He blinked once. Twice. Tired eyes drifted in the direction of the sound, which was... right at his feet.

Glass shards lay scattered across the once pristine floor, blue and pink liquid slowly forming a small puddle.

A thousand warped reflections of himself gazed at him, a thousand pairs of eyes, and he raised his hand to cover his face, only to find his gloves stained red.

Finn's vision began to blur, and a sudden high pitch ringing began echoing through his ears, and Finn took a step back.

Staff and students alike stared him before slowly turning back to their tasks when his eyes met theirs, a low chatter starting up again.

"I-" Finn turned to look at the second year the drink was for and swallowed. "I apologise. I'll fix that right away."

He went to clear up the mess, silently hoping he didn't look as embarrassed as he felt.

The blurry shape of a cane came into view, hitting the ground with a sharp thud. Finn wondered if he should just crawl into the ground and fade away.

"Finn," Azul's voice was stern. "That's coming out of your pay. You clearly aren't fit to work tonight. You can make up your shift next week."

Finn picked himself off the ground, glass shards in hand, and stared at Azul. "But-"

Azul gripped his arm and led him to a quieter corner, away from the eyes and ears of their fellow students.

To others, it would seem like the Octavinelle dorm leader, strict as he was suave, was pulling Finn aside with a grip strong enough to bruise to deal a punishment.

But for Finn, Azul's grip was tight but not painful. His voice barely filament-thin whisper only Finn could hear, was both serious and... worried.

"Do you want to stay in my room tonight? Or the twins'?"

Finn shook his head. "No, thank you. That won't be necessary."

Azul's grip tightened a little bit. "You're not sleeping-"

"I'll be fine." Finn said, suppressing the urge to just... hold Azul's hand. "I haven't seen them much today."

Azul stared at him for a while before reluctantly releasing his grip. "Tell us if you need something." He said, then walked away.

Floyd and Jade... weren't there. No, they were in the kitchen. Finn wondered if he should tell them he was leaving. ...No, they could figure that out themselves.

Finn left the lounge in a daze, clutching his bleeding hand to his chest.

'Idiot,' hissed that little voice when he shut his bedroom door behind him and sat at his desk and pulled off his gloves. 'You made him angry. Dropping a glass, really now-'

'It was an accident,' Finn's brows furrowed, and he began carefully removing the tiny shards of bloodied glass from his palm. 'I was tired. I blacked out.'

'And broke an expensive glass that only comes in sets. You think he'll accept that pathetic excuse? '

Finn's fingers curled tightly.

'It's always some problem with you. Too tired, too afraid, too overwhelmed. Nightmares, panic attacks, hyperventilating... do you do anything but make the others stress and worry? They probably question if it was worth choosing you.'

"Be quiet." Finn snarled, slamming the tweezer onto the table with a loud bang. The voice went silent.

Finn began rummaging through his drawers to find his makeup remover. It was always a pain trying to get everything off by himself without using a mirror, but he'd rather have sore eyes than look at them.

Getting ready for bed was... difficult. Finn was used to clothes now, but his exhaustion had him struggling to put his pyjamas on like an idiot.

He made the mistake of glancing out the window to see how late it was. It was pitch black outside, so he locked eyes with his own reflection and caught sight of his personal apparitions yet again.

Finn sucked in a breath and stared at the wall instead, undoing his bun and letting his hair fall to his shoulders.

They were still reflected in the window when he finished getting ready, which just irritated and scared him more because this stupid dorm could install an entire restaurant underwater but not a curtain rail for the dorm rooms.

Finn climbed into bed and turned away from the window, stiff and uncomfortable. His eyes, although sore and heavy, refused to shut. Finn felt the dread crawling up his spine, and he kept turning around to check the window. Just in case.

In case of what?

He struggled with keeping his eyes open all day, and now that he could finally sleep, he was wide awake? What a load of bullshit.

Finn threw off his covers and got out of bed. He pulled open his drawer, grabbed two keys, then left.

The twins' room wasn't far from his. In fact, they were on the opposite side of the hall, two doors over. Finn wasn't entirely sure why he was going there.

Finn found himself rummaging through their cupcoards, feeling a little bit pathetic.

Jade's extra scarf was wrapped around his neck, and one of Floyd's jerseys was pulled on quickly, though it was much too big for him.

He wasn't cold, but the warmth he felt then was nice. He felt better. A little more comforted. The twins weren't actually there, but this was close enough.

He exited the twins' room and quickly made his way to Azul's. It was at the very end of the hall, the only door at the dead end wall.

The next thing Finn knew, he was collapsed on Azul's bed, buried under the covers. He felt warm, and he felt safe. He could smell Azul, and he could smell Jade and Floyd. Azul, Jade, and Floyd meant safe.

Finb wrapped his arms tightly around himself, gripping Jade's scarf as if he feared it would run away. His brain seemed satisfied with this setup, even if his siblings were also reflected in Azul's window.

Finally, he felt himself relax and heavy, tired eyes slid shut at last.

-End

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A/N: Sorry if the ending is a little off I didn't know how to end it 🥲

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