#him testing the waters to see if she'll even know what he's talking about before clamping it back down!

[twelvedimensional]

also the depth the interiority that idle rambly monologue of the dr's holds, the fact that his offhand thoughts just coalesce into this wonderfully stark image (the tardis, revered, the tardis, reviled, the tardis, the center of a city and then all alone again at the edge of a sea)

#dw spoilers #and god that devastated FACE he makes after he finally opens up to 'donna' only to realize it's not her! and how it evidently jars him #enough back into his old ways of Repression even when he really REALLY wants to properly talk about it with donna at the end #him testing the waters to see if she'll even know what he's talking about before clamping it back down! #god he's so much more open than ten that you can SEE it hurts him to -- in that one shaken moment -- not feel fully able to confide in her #a LOT of really interesting characterization beats in this ep for both the dr and donna! how different donna feels too as we've already #started noticing in the previous episode; where now she feels a sense of belonging and worth at home and is insistent on treasuring it #yet at the same time the not-donna gnawing at her old insecurities and even the dr -- the real dr! -- playing into them even inadvertently #(that she's replaceable. that she thinks she's stupid. that this lack of confidence and self worth is so characteristic of her it warrants #'that's very donna. that's _so_ donna!' even if it's mellowed out partially by 'SOMETIMES she thinks she's brilliant'. that she's not quite #allowed to be different from the donna of a 15 years ago having grown in her sense of worth? or at least. that the dr didn't recognize #her for long enough that he almost accidentally replaced her with a parrot of a copy.) #SORRY LOTS OF CHARACTER THOTS ON THIS 1 #doctor who #donna noble #ten point two #i spy an original post

[slocumjoe]

fo4 companions react to sole breaking down crying in their arms

We're gonna do something a little different, and make this a ranking. Because at first I thought "Well, obviously they're all gonna be worried, so how do I..." but then I realized that...like...crying in Nick's arms vs crying in, say, Cait's, are two very different experiences.

So, on an x-y axis scale of 0/10 Comfort Competency (C.C) and a 0/10 Internal Calmness (I.C),

How good are the Companions are comforting a crying person (in their arms)?

Cait; 3/10 C.C, 1/10 I.C. Oh boy. Look, she cares, and she wants to be helpful, but...uhm. She'll freeze for potentially a few minutes. Just stand there, looking around for someone else to take the Ordeal on. After a bit, she'd start testing things out. A hesitant pat on the back, a "there, there" hissed through teeth, maybe a loose hug. Cait isn't panicked, like some of the others, just deeply uncomfortable. If she says anything, it won't be comforting. More of a "Fuckin' hell, that bad huh?" It's Cait, man. She's never seen this before. And she isn't a touchy person, so someone clinging to her is awkward enough. But crying? Oh no. Feels really helpless and useless. She wants to help, but...how?

Curie; 6/10 C.C, 9/10 I.C. She knows what to do, and even if she's worried for Sole, Curie is nothing if not determined. She'll get Sole into a comfier place, somewhere they can lay down. Much like Cait, her comforting is a bit...off. Clinical, how a doctor would try to calm someone down. She'll talk about healthy coping mechanisms, mental health, etc...Sole will be making Sanctuary a second river and Curie will be telling them about the health benefits of crying. She does a good job, though! Will pet their hair, rub their shoulders, very touchy and tries to ground them. Makes them drink so much water after.

Danse; A very fun 10/10 C.C and 0/10 I.C. Canonically, Danse's first instinct when someone is crying is to hold and cuddle them until they feel better. We also know, from this same conversation, that Danse does this because he doesn't know what else do to. Least likely to say anything during this. He'll hold them tight and close, probably tuck their head under his chin. Rubs their back. To Sole, Danse is a warm, solid wall they can always lean on in their most vulnerable moments. To Danse, he's a buffoon who can't provide the simplest words of comfort. Seeing them like this probably makes him sick. He's panicking and worried and there's nothing he can do to make them feel better. Will hold them long after they're crying for his own piece of mind.

Deacon; Manages to ricochet from different points on the axis. He'll start with a joke, then shut up immediately and just...let them cry.. Keeps his arms to the side because Deacon isn't a hugger, and unless he and Sole are really fucking close, is going to be as uncomfortable as Cait. But then he'll offer some horse-comforting, y'know, the 'sshhh' and 'woah, hey, it's okay'. That stuff. Will eventually hold their head into his shoulder, pat them. Then its joke time, baby, because he's freaking out! Oops, Sole is...not finding it funny. Okay. No more jokes. Well, maybe one more, if its really good. Whole time, he's going 'shit, shit, shit' in his head. Deacon also will suffer from sympathy sickness, but to a much lesser extent than Danse, if only because Deacon actually has experience with interpersonal relationships. He used to do this, he's just rusty.

Hancock; 6/10 C.C, 4/10 I.C. He also tries to lighten the mood, but unlike Deacon, doesn't try to deflect with it. Hancock would start massaging Sole just to do something with his hands. Will try to offer advice, some words of wisdom. "Ah, c'mon, it's not gonna be like this forever, you don't need to worry..." Goes through an entire mental court hearing to decide whether or not to offer them chems. Hancock doesn't panic or worry too much. He knows Sole is a tough cookie and can deal with it. But...cookies crumble, man. He wishes they didn't have to deal with it at all. Will sweetly tease Sole in a "hey, no, seriously, I am here for you" way.

MacCready; He was a husband and is a dad. 8/10 C.C, 6/10 I.C. Now, hear me out. MacCready will huff at first, but a worried huff. He knows the drill. Will also tease, but quickly gets his arms around them. Hums lullabies or other soothing tunes, slowly rocks them and rubs their backc in slow circle. Might not realize he's doing it. But Mac, he knows how to handle crying people. His friends in Little Lamplight cried, and even if they all could be rough, they knew when one of their own was really hurt. He learned a lot from Lucy, too. Mac has the same kind of concern as Hancock, he just trusts that this is only a moment, and not an indication of something else. He's awkward, but he's not nervous. Big distinction.

Nick; 10/10 C.C, 10/10 I.C. I tried, for the longest time, to justify giving him anything lower. I couldn't. It was simply incorrect. Nick notices they're about to burst and pulls them in with a quiet "Hey, c'mere..." before they realize they're that upset. He's warm, his clothing is soft and cushy, that metal hand feels great petting your hair. Incredible physical experience, for one. For two, Nick keeps his voice soft and gentle while actually comforting. Not making jokes, not teasing, not listing off coping techniques. Nick will tell them they can get through this, that they're not alone, that he'll be there every step of the way...Nick will actually make them feel better and stop crying. No one else on this list can do that. I tried to nerf him but I can't deny the emotional comfort this man is capable of.

Piper; 7/10 C.C, 5/I.C. She's used to comforting Nat, or people who start crying while she's interviewing about something sensitive. One is a little kid, another is an adult she doesn't know that well. Piper will try shoving candy in Sole's face. If that doesn't take, will wrap her arms around their neck and keep them in the crook of her shoulder. Also stays quiet and plays with their hair. On the inside, Piper also suffers from sympathy sickness. But, where Danse and Deacon's sickness is melancholic and almost hopeless, Piper gets angry and indignant on Sole's behalf. She gets frustrated, wants to drop everything and go running head first at whatever the problem is. With Nat, she cried when something broke, when her homework was too hard, when another kid was mean. Piper could fix those immediately. Sole's issues need armies to fix. Well, an angry enough Piper isn't too far off.

Preston; 9/10 C.C, 4/10 I.C. Preston's I.C being so low is largely from the fact that he, canonically, doesn't like hugging. He'll do it, and do it well, but he's still uncomfortable. Preston hugs like a bear, will probably almost pick Sole up. Will if they're small enough and take them to a couch, much like Curie. Lots of patting. Also does the horse-comforting thing like Deacon, except it actually works coming from him, because Preston is not imagining he's trying to calm a literal spooked horse. And I like to imagine he came from a big, tight-knit family, so he knows what to do. But...seeing your general have a mental breakdown is maybe the most concerning thing you could see, so he is panicking a little bit. Will make them food afterwards, whatever they have an appetite for or can stomach.

X6-88; Yall know he's garbage. 0's across the board. Goes ramrod stiff, says nothing, does nothing. Well...he does fight off all of his training and instincts to hurl them across the room, as is standard when someone grabs him. Goes through the 5 stages of grief like a fucking merry-go-round goes spinning in a tornado. There's screaming. There's indignance on his behalf. There's a little Railroad agent devil on his shoulder laughing that haha, discomfort is a feeling, you have feelings! The only one that will tell Sole "Alright, you have been regurgitating through your eyes long enough" and move away first. Will hunt down a therapist in the Institute, and find a way to forcibly teleport them to his location should Sole ever attempt that again. He might—MIGHT—put one around them if especially close. But he's still going to slink away from them for a while, like a cat whose tail you stepped on. X6-88 knows he was not the person to do that with and is, frankly, offended Sole thought he was.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #hancock

[0oolookitsme]

More Than One

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- Sweet, sweet fluff, some pain, and a few curse words

A/N- Thank you for being patient with me the whole of January, lovelies. Here's the first fic of 2023, hope you enjoy it! <333

Y/n lets her head fall onto Harry's chest, eyes shutting down as he lightly massages her belly. She jerks her head up when she hears him hiss, realizing that her bun had been too tight to not poke his chest.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled sheepishly before using his elbow to push down her bun a bit, loosening it up in the process. Breathing slowly and deeply to rock her soothingly as she's practically laying on his chest, his mind drifts off to what's inside her belly- eyes fixated on the white bubbles that cover their bodies from his wandering eyes.

She's humming a tune he is familiar with, but never remembers the name of- and suddenly, he isn't sure if he should interrupt her with his weird question. "Is carrying a baby even slightly fun?" He babbles out, his hands still massaging her colossal bump.

"Sure, carrying babies is fun. Why don't you try it?" She looks at him with a pointed look but a smirk on her lips.

For once, he had forgotten how much sarcastic she had grown over the last seven months. Although, his train of next words is soon interrupted and his jaw falls to an abrupt fall. "... Wait- did u just say, babies? Plural??"

His back no longer rests on the cold bathtub. Hands seeing to have come to a halt, he looks at her with a deep frown between his brows and a mouth open too wide. "Answer me!" He shrieks when he catches a sight of her lips curving up after being still for too long.

Her expressions were as if she hadn't planned on telling him this, at least not right now. "Y/n... are you sure you're not fucking with me?" He questions, remembering all the times she has pranked him since the test showed up positive.

"...I-I'm not," she breaks eye contact as a smile stretches out on her lips. Her teeth come out to bite on her slightly chapped lips before she twists a little so she's properly facing him. But, suddenly too cold, she brings his arms up with rest on her shoulders. "We're having twins," she grins, looking at him with wide-excited eyes.

Gasping, his jaw stretches out even more- to the point that it's now starting to hurt. "Are you kidding me?! Oh my god- oh my dear god!" He finally breaks out a huge open-mouthed grin, face leaking with shock and excitement, and eyes starting to glisten a little.

"There are two in there?!" He questions again, pointing at her belly with his eyes shifting their gaze between y/n's face and the huge belly. "When did you get to know this? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I just found out yesterday, after the cityscan! I was planning on telling you in the studio but there we got engaged in some other conversation and I never found the right moment to tell you. Then I planned on telling you this on your birthday," she sighed, looking down at the water and realizing that it wasn't so hot anymore.

Eyes softening at the corners, he raised her chin up so that she'll look at him. "You don't need to be such a perfectionist for these things too baby. You could tell me this while shitting and I'd still cry and remember that time and day forever." He chuckled, pecking her lips when her mouth also pulls up in a grin.

"God, I can't believe there's more than one. Two?! We're literally having twins! Could you believe it when she told it to you?" He asked eagerly, laughing when she says that she straight up denied pushing two babies out of her vagina consecutively.

"As much as I want this moment to go on forever, I think we really need to get out of the bath now. Or else you're gonna catch a cold no doubt." Harry grunts, getting up before helping y/n up.

Washing away the bubbles and slipperiness of the soap from both of their bodies, he continued smiling and talking about his shock at the fact that they were going to have twins running around in the house. Also feeling the gushiness inside of her, she couldn't help but moan when the contractions hit again while she was stepping out of the bathtub.

"Oh- oh fuckin' shit," she gritted out when they grew more intense while she tried to ignore them and continue her movement.

A little alarmed, Harry soon realized that the contractions were back again. Without much panic, he sat her down in his lap which was now wrapped in a pink towel, and supported himself by leaning on the bathroom door.

Patiently, he massaged her bump in a different manner this time- all while reminding her that she knows how to deal with contractions now. He encouraged her as she tilted her body to her left, moving his hands from her back to her shoulder before wiping the newly formed sweat off her face. "Just a few weeks, my love, my super-woman," he said, cleaning his voice just when he heard his gruff voice.

He knew she was starting to ease when he noticed her hand falling on their sides from where she was trying to calm the baby down. "Oh god," she breathed out at last, getting herself up before waiting for Harry to help her the rest of the way.

After providing her with water and making sure she was fine, he rubbed his towel against his hair while she brushed her teeth as fast as she could- eager to get in bed.

"Slow down there, love. You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep going that fast," he cautioned her, looking at her sideways while the blow-dryer pushed his hair in his face. The warmth of it felt nice on his face and neck and shoulder.

"I'm done, H. Hurry up," she announced before walking out of the bathroom obviously to steal one of his shirts again.

Once in bed, she breathed in and out slowly and deeply as Harry brushed his hands through her hair, a book about pregnancy in his hands. When she started pushing her face further into his side, he took off his reading glasses, put the book on the table beside his side of the bed, and switched off the lamp, slipping down into the warmth she was radiating.

His hands found their way back to her bump, now with the realization that there were not one but two babies in there. Pressing a kiss on her hairline, then forehead, then cheekbones, cheeks, jawline, and finally, chin, he snuck his head inside the blanket to press four kisses onto the thin skin of her bump- two for each.

Once he had plopped his head on his pillow again, she pressed a deep kiss on his lips. "I love you and appreciate you very much, Harry. And, I'm pretty sure they do too," she mumbled softly, pulling at his hands.

"See?" She said in a questioning tone but took his hands and slid them down her belly till he felt something tight. "That--" she weighs on his palms, "-is baby A. And," she dragged his other palm up, to a feisty little one, "this is baby B." She smiled widely and even in the darkness, she could see his grin and tell it was a bright one.

#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #ceo!y/n #ceo!reader #harry styles x ceo!y/n #ceo au #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #dad!harry #soon to be dad!harry #daddy!harry #dom!harry #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hi, maybe a tw for ableism or harmful comments towards mental health. And it got a bit long, sorry.

I don't work because of my mental illnesses and most people in my life know that. Except my partners mom, who is very... anti therapy-ish? Just suck it up-ish. We all experienced trauma-ish. Young people can't be that disabled and so on. I was never good enough for her (which is funny because my partner started therapy too, once he moved away from her) and when I dropped that I have social anxiety (I told her to test the water) she made clear what she thinks of it and how it changed her perception of me.

My partner earns the most money for us, but we are fine. But in her eyes I am just unemployed and she doesn't understand why. She also looked up jobs for me in the past, which is hilarious because she, who only knew I have social anxiety, chose the jobs with the most customer contact. "Work in a grocery store over christmas" or I just drop dead.

But it is very important to her, also because she likes me (again) and fears that I will never get a job and already wasted my life forever, and I am soo old and should take whatever I get offered (I am 22).

But she is also very scary, she was abusive towards my partner and she has been towards me. But even when she is not, she reminds me of my abusive mom, being around her is triggering. Which makes her angry again, when I avoid her.

She's living a bit away from our home, so my partner only sees her twice or three times a year, and he plans to visiting her again in August (maybe please answer this before August). And I wanted to join him. My mental health gets worse when he is not around and I like being with him and the rest of his family. And I don't want his mom to think bad of me. The only contra is, that I don't know what I will tell his mom about my "job situation".

We have a long drive way and usually arrive in the evening, but every time the first thing is, that we sit on the table for 3 hours and talk about everything. And always the question about my job pops up. I always delayed it to summer, because in summer most jobs start here, and said "I am applying, we'll see in summer". By my lies she must believe I wrote 3 digit applications. That no one chose me seems unbelievable. And then she'll always ask "what jobs? What did they say??" And, you know, I have like a dozen big lies running with my own mom, for my own safety, I have no spoons for more big lies for another persons mom. My lies to her are usually weak, not very thought through and rely on distracting from the topic. I am surprised not to get in big trouble, everytime we visit.

And I don't know what I am supposed to tell her this time. She already "kicked me out" in the past, and my partner did always go with me, but I don't want to ruin his time with his family and not them to think bad about me. I don't want anything but harmony. Plus his grandma, who raised him, is getting sicker and he wants to spend as much time with her as possible. And I actually want to go with him.

What can I tell his mom, but the truth? I don't know and that really makes me anxious.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about what you've been going through. It can be complicated to have abusive relatives that don't understand mental health and how that can impact the ability to work.

It might be best to just be honest, and if she reacts poorly that's her problem. It's not your fault that your partner's mom seems to be the one who ruins time with family. I can understand not wanting them to think bad about you but if they're not understanding of the reasons why you can't work on top of being abusive themselves, then their perception of you is worth taking with a huge grain of salt. It sounds like you've been doing what you can to mitigate the situation and it would not be reasonable for them to think bad of you, based on what you've shared.

It may be helpful to set some boundaries with your partner's mom. When your partner's mom asks about you getting a job, you can say something blunt like "I don't work due to my mental illnesses, please don't ask me this again." If you don't want to explain, you could say “This is not a topic I’m willing to discuss right now.” If your patience is wearing thin, you could say "If we cannot change the subject I will have to leave." It's important to reaffirm these boundaries if needed. If things escalate, this article has some tips on ways to respond.

If anyone has any other comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse #tw ableism

[talia-rumlow]

My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fiftyeight - You Should Listen To This!

Rumlow still holds Pierce down on the floor. Pierce looks at him, angry.

- Lt. This is unacceptable behaviour!

Rumlow doesn't answer. Instead he turns towards Rollins. Looking at him, giving you another set of compressions, before once again blowing air into your lunges. Was that a movement?

Rollins places his palms on your chest again.

- 1-2-3-4-5...

You calf up water. Rollins quickly gets you in recovery position. Water keeps gushing out of your mouth.

Rumlow lets go of Pierce, lies down next to you. Leaning his head into the back of yours. Placing a hand on your stomach, feeling your breathing. Looking up.

- Thank you! Thank you, God!

Rollins looks at Rumlow, holding you. He's never seen his friend like this before. So vonurable, soft. No question he's in love with you. When he looks back up again. Pierce is gone.

- Hey! Where did Pierce go?

Rumlow looks up at Rollins.

- We'll deal with him later. Let's get, YN to medical.

You pass out again. Rumlow lifts you up, and carries you to medical.

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They start to work on you right away. Rushing you away from Rumlow and Rollins. It's like all the air suddenly goes out of Rumlow. He collapses on the floor. Burying his face in his hands. Rollins kneels down next to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder.

- She'll be OK, Brock! You saved her!

Brock looks up at Rollins.

- How did you know?

Rollins takes the tape he got from Dixon out of his pocket. Gives it to Rumlow.

- You should listen to this. I don't know if it's autentic. But if it is...

Rumlow looks at the tape. Then he gets up, and walks towards the security room. Rollins follows.

Rumlow yanks the door to the security room open. The guards jumps. Looking at Rumlow and Rollins.

- Get the fuck out!

Rumlow commands. The guards quickly gets up, and leaves the room.

Rumlow sits down, Rollins does the same. Putting the recording in. Presses play. Placing headsets on their heads.

Pierces voice. Rumlow looks at Rollins. Shocked. They keep on listening, and Rumlows face goes from shock to pure anger, hatered. When the tape is done. He yanks his headset off, throwing it into the wall.

- I'll kill him! I'll FUCKING kill him!!

Rollins gets up as well.

- And if this is real. I'll help you. We just have to make sure first.

- You heard what he said, Rollins! This is fucking real. I'll kill him, you hear me!!??

- Let's take care of YN first. She is the most important one now. Then we can talk about this. Plan this!

Rumlow goes back into the hall. Just for him to see them wheel your hospital bed into another room. He follows. Grabbing one of the nurses arms. She turns around.

- Please. Tell me if she'll be allright. Is there something wrong?

The nurse smiles at him.

- Lt. Rumlow. YN is fine. We just have to run some additional tests to make sure that your baby is fine!

Rumlow lets go of the nurses arm.

- Our what?

The nurse flinches a little. Before looking at Rumlow again.

- Your baby! YN is 8 weeks pregnant. You didn't know?

Rumlow takes a step back.

- I... She didn't tell me. Can I see her?

The nurse smiles again.

- I'll let you know the second we're done. Just sit here and wait. I'll be right with you.

Rumlow sits down in one of the chairs by the wall. Rollins sits down next to him.

- Is she allright?

- Yeah.. She's fine.. I can't believe she didn't tell me...

- Tell you what?

Rumlow looks up at Rollins.

- She's pregnant... I don't even...

Rollins places his hand on Rumlows back.

- That's fantastic!

Rumlow looks at him again.. Rollins stops..

- Isn't it?

Rumlow shurgs.

- I don't know a single thing about parenting. What if I screw up?

- You won't. You love her, and you love that baby. You two... three will be fine.

Dixon shows up, with a new set of dry clothes for Rumlow. He takes them, and go to change. Dixon sits down next to Rollins.

- How's he holding up?

- We got her back. Pierce is gone. Do you know where he went?

Dixon shakes his head. Looks down. Rollins clears his throat.

- Did he say anything to you? You're part of the team, right?

Dixon looks up.

- I know you guys look down on me from time to time. Me being unable to keep a secret. Big mouthing everything.

- Why did you give me that recording?

Rollins is careful. Dixon could be in on this. Fishing for information.

- Listen Lt. You know I'm loyal. I'd never betray SHIELD. But I like YN. She is nice. And this thing. Giving you that recording.. That's not betraying SHIELD. That is saving SHIELD.

Rumlow comes back. Stands in front of Dixon, extending his hand. Dixon gets up. Shakes Rumlows hand.

- Thanks, Agent! It's highly appreciated! Stay on the inside, we might need it!

- Will do Lt. You can trust me!

- We sure hope so. Contact me on a secure line when you know more.

With a sharp nod, Dixon leaves. Rumlow sits back down.

- We're putting him in extreme danger, Rollins.

- I know. But he gave me that recording. He knows what he's giving up. He knows the risks!

Rumlow looks at Rollins again.

- Just make sure his family is safe. Put some of our military friends on that. We don't know how far in this goes. We can't trust anyone.

Rollins gets up.

- Right on it Lt. Let me know when you're safe back home!

Rollins gives Rumlow a sharp nod, before he turns on his heels, walking away. Rumlow puts his face in his hands. Elbows on his knees. Takes a deep breath. He'll kill Pierce. No matter the cost, no matter what it takes. He'll kill him!

She's pregnant. He's gonna be a dad. She is going to give birth to his baby. Mixed with the guilt, pain, anger and that ice cold scare is a happiness he's never felt before. Filling his entire body, all the way out to his fingertips. She's pregnant. A baby. His baby. Is it safe to continue to be with SHIELD if he's going to be a dad? Putting himself in harms way, when he has a baby and YN at home? What else other than SHIELD does he know?

- Lt. Rumlow. She's ready now. You can see her!

Rumlow looks up. That sweet nurse from before stands before him. He gets up. Dragging his hands over his pants. Is this how a father dresses? He knows nothing about parenting. Nothing about babies.

He follows the nurse down the hall, and she opens the door for him. Rumlow takes a deep breath before he enters. Looking at you, sitting in the bed. You never looked this beautiful. Carrying his child. And at that moment, when he's looking into your eyes. He knows that you, you two together, you'll make this work. Whatever it takes, whatever the sacrifice. No matter what. For the rest of his life, he'll take care of you and that baby. Caring for you, protect you, love you.

After he kills, Pierce!

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[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Low-key kind of a dragon layer and just going to test the waters with a relationship headcanon of Lansseax + poly with Vyke, separately?

Hey, anon. Okay, this is interesting. Let me see if I understand the assignment.

Without further ado:

With Vyke:

He's protective. Really protective, even if you know how to defend yourself.

Vyke is quite withdrawn so it'll be some time before he even entertains the thought of opening up to you.

In fact, he'll shy away from having a relationship with you under the (perhaps misguided) belief that it'll bring you more trouble (and death) than it will happiness.

Once you do win him over, however, he'll be your (quiet) knight in shining armor.

He'll listen to you talk. And you'll probably talk his ears off but it's okay.

...Just don't entertain the idea of becoming Elden Lord. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Or you losing him.

You'll ask about his journey as a Tarnished and he'll... get quieter than usual. Probably grunt. Or not. His reaction is eerie, though.

He'd burn the world for you if he could.

With Lansseax:

Vyke had told you about her but, uh... a dragon?

You didn't believe him when he said it. In fact, you laughed it off.

Of course, you should've taken Vyke's silence afterward as confirmation.

When you first meet her, she's in human form. Quite beautiful.

Lansseax is hesitant and standoffish towards you at first but she trusts Vyke's judgment and so she'll trust you. Eventually.

You're persistent though and over time, you become very dear to her, especially because of the way you treat Vyke.

...And then you see her dragon form and realize Vyke was right all along. Holy shit. What the fuck did you just get yourself into?

Doesn't matter, though, because you're already in too deep and there's no way you're leaving them.

#festering fingerprint vyke #lansseax #elden ring #elden crack. #crackcanon. #poly palooza. #i hope i understood the assignment well enough for you anon.

[rebelresolve]

⚡️💧❄️🌪️🌈💗 really running the gamut here

emoji asks (accepting) 🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

(guessing it was this one since I couldn't find a⚡️) only if she's flying in it. when it's just weather overhead, it hardly bothers her; she's seen much worse out in the galaxy. but flying through a storm is another matter. she'll still do it mind you, but the thing about mother nature is that her shots are much harder to dodge than a TIE fighter.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

one of the weird side effects of being a non force sensitive carrying a force sensitive baby was that hera started feeling the force for that brief period of time. it got stronger as the baby grew; while she couldn't wield the force in any practical way, she could sense things.

this is how she felt kanan's ghost after his death. and his presence got stronger and stronger over time; by the time she was giving birth, he was right there with her holding her hand and talking her through it as if he had never left. and then, they cut the umbilical cord... and he vanished. she had lost him, again.

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

usually, no! while she's guarded about her personal life, hera is outwardly very kind and warm to people most of the time; people who have only ever seen her acting as general in life or death situations might think she'd be cold, but a two minute conversation with her after the battle is enough to clear up that misconception. as huyang said, it's why people like her. despite everything she's been through, hera just has this natural warmth to her.

that said, if you're one of the people that pisses her off, but she has to still work with you? that's when the ice switch comes on, and boy is it noticeable. people around will probably be like "dang what did you do to make syndulla hate you" lol

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

I guess it depends on how you quantify the size of changes? I'd probably say the way I write her childhood is a pretty big one. it keeps the same Vibes of what we see in canon (cham being distant and not understanding her, eleni being the more mediating force between them) but stacks on a lot of additional family tension that definitely wasn't there in canon. whoops ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

if you want to talk about changes to my personal canon from the previous blog to here, the biggest is probably allowing for jacen to be her bio kid, as initially I was hard resistant to the idea of hera having bio kids and rewrote it so he was adopted as well. kinda funny how that change actually makes her less divergent instead of more tbh

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

it's hard to say. if I'm honest, hera doesn't regret a lot when it comes to her childhood, at least on her own side. most of the bad things that happened were out of her control. it might just be a reminder that she isn't alone, and to remember to let people in, since it took quite a long time initially before she relearned that lesson after leaving ryloth.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticeable? what changes when they're in love?

honestly? I'm not sure hera really gets crushes, per se. she certainly finds other people attractive, which (like everything else) she plays close to her vest and doesn't tend to give away any signs, but it hardly is the butterflies and "I hope they'll notice me" that you'd associate with a crush crush.

as for how she acts when she falls in love. in contrast to familial love, which she notoriously gives freely, hera is very, very cautious about romantic love. she'll test the waters in a hundred different subtle ways before she even dares to think about romance with anyone. the upshot to this is that once she does that, she knows she can trust you, and so she'll be open with a partner in a way she'd never be open with anyone else.

#ooc. #it began with a whisper in my ear (ask.) #commandsir #astronomy in reverse‚ it was me who was discovered (headcanon.) #(( bless u for sending these <3 ))

[semi-imaginary-place]

more kubera posting

When did vigor/ground up ancient human souls start talking to ran? End of season 2? Anyone remember why he started hearing voices? it started when hanuman blasted his head off while training with yaksha but they didn't start constantly talking to him until he equipped the eye of punishment to himself. oh and while he was with yaksha that was the exact same time when ancient human souls were being ground up. Proximity to the eye which in turn is connected to kali, the taraka clan, and the ancient human souls. Since it got attached to his heart. im trying to remember did kali take the ancient human souls and turn them into taraka or am i imagining that

I was thinking what the X in insight means, maybe it represents interference from a higher power like Brahma, Shiva, Visnu, or Kali. the same way how people are stopped from talking about certain topics, insight can also be blocked. however i reread the early chapters and agni seems horrified by the insight he saw with the X on asha and i dont think just primeval interference would warrant such a large reaction so it is possible he saw the block and the murders surrounding it.

the flowing shawl type thing characters like yuta and ananta have are common in hindu imagery for supernatural beings this spread through asia via buddhism so you see it in a lot of religious iconography. yeah it mostly means a character is supernatural, fairy, god, etc. i imagine in Kubera it means much the same

which were the times kali impersonated other? the one who approached mirha might be kali, i remember there was a similar discussion about who asha met or carte since it was also said that visnu was backing asha. i remember years back we decided kali impersonated akasha to give the eye of punishment to maruna since we later learn akasha should have been dead at that point. the evidence it was visnu for asha was that yuta and others recognize visnu's work in her and it explains why she can use hoti visnu. currygom and her many mysteries.

How are currygom and the translators counting ages? I was recently reminded that koreans can use a different system of counting ages than in the west. rereading the early chapters the manhwa does refer to leez as 16 eventhough the year is n15 so yeah i think we're going off of korean ages.

Slaps roof of webtoon this baby can hold so many types of horror in it

Currygom keeps calling this series a romance and we keep laughing at her funny jokes. "Romance" and "romantic" are words derived from the latin "rōmānicē" or "in a roman way". Currygom is respecting the history of the word and how the Roman Empire was on the brink of collapse dozens of times just like how relationships in Kubera are always falling apart.

"Laila was Brahma testing her. To see if she'd pick Claude or information. Because she chose "correctly", she got a prize which opens up some more possibilities. Leez's choice to "respect herself who knew nothing" is a genuinely bizzare decision and Kali dominated that conversation. She didn't get an easy win sure (Leez taking another name), but that's one of those things you have to try even if you know it probably won't work. Just to see if the other side is stupid. Kali enjoys unpredictability and the future Leez chose should still end with Kali winning, only she'll suffer greatly before that end. We don't know what Kali's real goal was there in any case. For Mirha and Visnu, Mirha showed intelligence and noticed the manipulation but that too was expected. Visnu came to her after Asha, predicted her going to the water chanel instead (according to Kubera) and got what he wanted in the end (a pawn in the form of Asha). Mirha was just setup for that. The way that attempted manipulation influenced her was also valuable in it's own way. That guilt would shape her later decisions.You straight up can't win against Visnu when he's willing to toss away tens of billions of years of the Manasa timeline just to perfectly shape Ananta into the correct kind of tool." (Ravate)

The primievals really are playing on such a massive scale. I'm reminded when currygom was talking about how rare it is to play cards against them and how agni being able to win 1/10 times is amazingly good.

I think maruna will die he's grown too much as a person. Currygom never lets the good ones live.

never forget tilda has the most guts out of the human cast

i wonder some of kinara's name/power passed on to her from human kinara and that's why yuta thought she looked tasty

#kubera #currygom

[twsted-princess]

♎ for Peko Pluck

♏ for James Carol (given she can if she wants to)

You got it!!

Pluck was excited, he was practically vibrating with glee. Why shouldn't he be? He's on a date with the sparkling idol Peko!!! Of course it wasn't really a date, more like Peko wanted to see a movie but everyone else was busy so Pluck gave the opportunity and ran. They were in the lobby standing in line for tickets, Pluck looked over to his date with a lovestruck smile. She's so pretty~!! "So! What do you wanna see tonight?" He hoped it was the new romcom 'Flames of Passion' then he could hold her hand during the film. "Hmmmmm how aboooout that one!!" She pointed to the screen at.....'The Heart-Ripper 3D'. A horror movie........... "Uuuuuuuuuh sure!!" This is fine. This is totally fine!! Yeah, if she gets scared then she'll let him hold her! It's perfect!! They then got their tickets and loaded up on snacks. Pluck was absolutely fine..........for the first three minutes. At the sight of the first on-screen death he then screamed and hid on Peko's shoulder while she happily munched on her popcorn. He stayed like that the whole movie. When the film ended and the lights flicked on he was shaking like a leaf. "Wow Plucky, you're really brave!! Most people would have ran out the door but you stayed the whole time!!" That....caught him off guard. "Y- You think so!?" His face was now bright red as Peko nodded smiling like an angel. Pluck's face lit up before quickly getting up to pump his fists in the air. Peko-sama called him brave!!!!!! Now he's one step closer to being the man of her dreams!!!!!!!!!!

It was another warm day. Not smothering hot, not too breezy, it was just right. The perfect day to be studying. James sat down by a shady tree as Carol was helping those first years clowns get prepared for a history test. "Come ooooooooooon, I know this crap already!! Can I go now?" The one named Ace whined as Carol looked up from her notes with a frown. "Really? Then tell me who is the current heir of the Land of Hot Sands's throne?" The blueberry named Deuce shaked his head as Ace pondered over the answer before a lightbulb went off. "It's Rahiq Naasar!!!" Carol stared at him for a good minute, just looking at his with a blank gaze in her eyes before facepalming. "That's...........the first prince's pet tiger." Ace groaned, throwing his head back as James rolled his eyes. He's in the same school as the prince, his name's Yazmin. "Carol mind if I take over?" The young knight asked his partner. She looked over her shoulder a bit confused. "If you want to." Ace and Deuce stared at each other before looking back to James swapping places with Carol who now takes a sip of water from under the tree. "So you think you can teach us? Well too bad for you I'm- gah!?!" Slam! James's wooden sword came down right in front of the two, they jump back as he glares at them. "Quiet. I'm in charge. No back-talking and you do what I say. Got it?" The first years then shakily replied "Y- Yes sir." He then sat down and looked to the notes. "Ace. Who is the oldest of King Neptune's children thus the next king of the Coral Sea?" The redhead got a little spooked before he thought and thought and thought until.....he got it! "It's Prince Rielle!!" James looked at him with blunt eyes as he knew he was right! It had to be!!! "...........Wrong. Rielle is the youngest. The correct answer is Prince Ritina. ten laps, now." Ace threw his pencil down and stood up, James didn't even follow his scowl. "You gotta be kidding!!!! No way, I'm not doing ten laps!! This is bullshit!!" James simply turned a page in the book. "I'm sorry did I stutter? Make it twenty laps." Ace was about to shout back but the knight gave him a deadly glare. "Did I stutter?" The redhead then grumbled and started to run his laps. After an hour or so James send the two on their way, Ace being the maddest. When he turned around to go rest Carol was staring at him with an almost sultry smile and her cheeks red. "Wow. I didn't teach you were that good of a teacher." He smiled. "It's nothing really." She then got up to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I liked watching you worked. You're so.....intimidating. It's kinda hot~ If you want, maybe you and I can have a private lesson in my room~?" Oh...........oh. James then smirked before bringing her in for a deep kiss. "Don't mind if I do~"

#my work #twst oc's #twisted wonderland

[crabknee]

I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this. It kind of hurts to read and wasn't quite fun to write either. It felt necessary though and I'm relieved that I wrote it.

It holds the record for being my longest inbox fic, at 1939 words or about 5 pages of text.

It was near the end of a battle when it happened. Henry and Tharja had been searching the battlefield for any wounded soldiers. As they searched and searched, Henry heard a squelch, followed by a ragged gasp.

Turning, he saw how a risen had plunged its sword deep in Tharja's back. He saw how it emerged from her chest, covered in her blood while she twitched and groaned.

"Begone!" he yelled and a flash of purple light killed the risen.

"Tharja, when Chrom said to find wounded soldiers, he didn't mean to become one if we came back empty handed!" he laughed, picking her up as best he could.

It was difficult figuring how to to carry her, for he wasn't particularly strong and knew not to remove the blade.

"H-H-He-" she tried to talk.

"Whatever you have to say, it'll have to wait because I can't understand you," he said rather carefree, "Libra and Maribelle will have you fixed in no time, and then you can tell me!"

When he reached camp, Frederick stole Tharja from his arms and ran to the medical tent. Not quite a silence, but a tension fell over the camp and Henry couldn't figure out why. Strange. He stood paralyzed, staring at the shut tent for gods know how long before Cordelia placed a careful hand on his shoulder.

"Henry," she started, though he noted how strange her somber voice was, "You've stood there for a long time and your clothes are covered in blood. How about you change? We're going to eat."

"What's wrong? You seem sad," he said.

"...Tharja is injured, she might die... I understand if you need some time to let it sink in."

He returned to the tent he shared with some of the other guys and switched out his clothes. While he was scrubbing Tharja's blood from his shirt, he wondered why Cordelia was so sad.

Tharja would be fine, even if she died. She would be in the next life, probably working on more interesting spells she could tell him about, or test on him. She enjoyed doing both. But she wouldn't die. Libra and Maribelle were the best healers he knew.

He left his clothes to dry and joined the others at the makeshift tables. Eating area. No one ever knew what to call it. He got his plate and sat in the corner where he usually sat with Tharja. Of course, she never came. Libra and Maribelle were likely still working on her stitches.

He had several things he wanted to talk about (crows, a fox he saw, the battle, a spell and so on) but resigned himself to eating in lonely silence. His bowl was almost empty when the bench creaked beside him. Gregor sat next to him, but had no food or even water.

"Aren't you eating? You fought pretty hard today," Henry said.

"Gregor already ate. I want to check on you," he replied.

"I'm fine! A have a few minor injuries but otherwise untouched."

"No, I mean with Tharja. She is your friend, correct?"

"She is. She'll be fine, she's durable and Libra and Maribelle know what they're doing!" Henry smiled.

"She did not look okay."

"She's fine."

Gregor let it rest and watched Henry as he finished his food.

"Interested in card game?" he asked.

"Not particularly. I have some reading to do," Henry replied.

"Suit yourself. I will play card game with others."

Once more, Henry retreated to his tent. He sat with a good book and read for hours and hours. He hadn't realized how much time had passed until the words became difficult to see in the dark. The sun had nearly finished its descent. He set his book aside and shut his eyes.

The sounds outside the tent weren't terribly unusual. Someone laughed by a cracking bonfire, someone talked whispered just far enough away that he couldn't make out what they said and several spoke normally.

And then a scream cut through the still dusk.

"No! NOOO!" Maribelle shrieked.

All other sounds stopped in an instant. The laughing, the whispering, and the speaking. Several dead silent moments passed before soft footsteps in the grass approached the tent. The flap opened as Libra entered.

"I must speak with you, Henry," he said softly.

"Sure, what is it?" the dark mage sat up.

"We- we tried to save Tharja. We got the sword out and slowed the bleeding, but there was too much damage done to her lungs," Libra sighed deeply, his breath uneven as he hesitated, "She didn't make it."

'Didn't make it'. People said that often as a euphemism for death. Strange that Libra would say it like that. They were soldiers in a war, they saw death everyday, there was no need to water down what happened to Tharja. Strange. Strange...

Just earlier, she had spoken of growing old and becoming a secretive wizard in a tower with dubiously spells and unethical experiments. She had said that Henry could visit and help with all her ideas. She wouldn't be able to do that now, at least not in this world.

Where was she anyway? Henry knew of the next life, but never quite understood the concept of multiple places one could end up. He didn't understand how one's destination was determined or if one could move elsewhere. What if-

"Henry," Libra said, "Do you want to see her?"

He nodded and followed the priest. It was short walk, only twenty or so meters, but it felt so strange. He found himself reaching for Libra's hand. They had never been close, but the priest took it and held it with care.

He didn't let go when he saw Tharja's body. He didn't want Libra to leave, it felt strange looking at her and he didn't want to be alone. A blanket covered her body and only her head, shoulders and arms were uncovered.

Maribelle sat in the corner of the tent. She had been staring at the blade pulled out of Tharja's back. It was massive, far longer than one even Gregor or Sully might wield.

"We covered her body because the wound is unpleasant to look at. You shouldn't have to see your friend hurt so," Maribelle muttered.

"She looks like she's asleep," Henry replied.

He wanted to shake her awake and tell her to come have a late dinner with him while they talked.

He took her hand and gently rubbed it, though it was ice cold. If she woke up to him comforting her so, she might be annoyed or uncomfortable, but now it felt right. She was probably lonely in the next world, whatever greeting he could send her, he would.

"I don't want to see her like this," he said.

"You don't have to, we can leave now," Libra answered.

Henry took his hand once more and they returned to their tent. They hardly exchanged more words that evening. They said a prayer together and Henry fell asleep rather quickly while Libra stayed by his side.

They hardly spoke before today. Henry knew Libra was friends with Tharja and he had seen him around camp, but they were only acquaintances. Strange how death drew them together when everyone said it was such a sad thing. Strange, strange, strange.

Henry awoke the next morning feeling just fine. He hummed as he got dressed and ate his breakfast with a smile. Tharja was still gone, he hadn't forgotten, but it was fine. She was off in another world having the time of her life making more spells, now without concern for if they may kill her for she was already dead.

"Are you alright?" Libra asked.

His eyes were red and he sniffled, one could only assume he wept for his fallen friend.

"I'm quite alright, I need to get my stuff packed though. We're heading to the next outpost soon," he said.

"Chrom said we'd stay here another day or two so everyone can process Tharja's passing. As per protocol, we're going to cremate her."

"Oh, that's good, I didn't really wanna pack anyway."

Libra narrowed his eyes, "Henry, are you positively sure you're alright?"

"...Yes, why?"

"Your best friend just died."

"And? I'll see her again in some years."

Libra seemed truly taken aback by his answer, which was strange. They both firmly believed in another life after the one they lived now, so why did Libra seem so sad? Tharja was fine, and so everything was fine.

"...Tell me if you ever wish to talk," Libra muttered as he left.

Some two weeks passed and the shepherds found a moment to rest. Everyone gladly took it, eager to sleep in the soft guest beds of a kind Valmese lord who hated Walhart more than they did.

Henry was happy to have his personal space back, finally being able to sleep in a room by himself. It was a nice little guest room. The bed was soft, the view was pretty and the walls were thick so it was silent as well. All it was missing was Tharja pacing back and forth, speaking of a wicked spell for some minutes before leaving.

But she had been dead a fortnight. She wouldn't tell him about more spells, or at least not in this world. Strange, strange, strange...

If he lived a long life like he planned, he wouldn't see Tharja for another sixty or so years. Perhaps seventy, or even eighty if he lived to be a century. Of course, those years would come to an end, but it was still quite a long time to spend away from her.

Strange. They had hardly been apart for more than a few days since becoming friends, but now it already felt like forever since their last talk. Strange. Two weeks wasn't a long time. Strange.

His heart ached thinking of her. He wanted to see her, give her a big hug and show off a little trinket his crows had found.

Strange. How strange it all was. He knew he would see her again, but he missed her too. Strange, strange, strange.

His eyes were watery and his cheeks wetted. Strange. He wanted to see her again. It felt strange crying, weak, vulnerable and defenseless. A foe could effortlessly kill him, but would that truly be so bad now? Tharja was dead, perhaps it would be better if he died too, perhaps it would be better if he could see her.

He wept, horrible cries escaping his throat as he thought only of Tharja and the now empty space she once occupied. He just wanted to see her again, why was that so much to ask? Was it truly so strange to the gods that he wanted to be with his friend once more?

He hardly noticed that someone had entered the room until Libra hugged him tight. The priest rocked back and forth, shushing him sweetly while his throat stung as he cried and cried and cried.

"There, there, Henry. It'll all be okay, I'm here for you," he said, though his voice was unsteady.

He knew why Henry cried, he knew why he was in pain but wanted to be an anchor when Henry had so few to rely on.

Perhaps it would make more sense with someone else. Libra knew his emotions, he knew all the words for the complicated things he felt. And he loved Tharja, he cared for her the same way Henry did. He found sorrow in the empty space one occupied by Tharja, just as Henry did.

Strange. Henry always imagined grief would be lonely.

I have no words, this was very well written

#asks #pie #inbox fic #crab emblem

[cannibalisticskittles]

okay current thoughts for scenes to include and the general order --

(1) the first scene is the rejection/misinterpretation and big argument in the woods, naturally. this one is mostly done already

(2) a next day scene where astarion and amity both give each other the silent treatment and seem real grumpy. they're still out and about together and fighting together, just. silently. no communication. this might lead to more injuries than usual bc while they haven't built up MUCH synergy in battle yet, there's absolutely ZERO flow the whole day. end of day, amity approaches him in camp and shoves the necromancy of thay at him. "here. you wanted this, didn't you? well, good. take it, it's yours now. ...bye." no further communication, just makes him take the book and leave (tho maybe a comment that she finally figured out how to open it with the amethyst, she doesn't know what it'll do, try not to be consumed by a necromantic curse when you open it, then she stomps off)

(3) the day after THAT is when amity cautiously tests the waters. doesn't ask him anything directly about whether he's still mad and DEFINITELY does not bring up What Happened Before or What Was Said by either of them, just like, "i think we should scout ahead across the bridge in case there's a second force of goblins to reckon with; astarion, do you agree?" just looping him into a conversation/decision. astarion.... is still ticked about what happened before, even tho the book IS interesting, so he chooses to act aloof. frosty. but not outright hostile, and still responding to her. so she keeps trying to loop him into existing conversations (she's not gonna talk to him one-on-one when she doesn't know where they stand rn, that's scary) and he keeps reacting the same way. after a while, it's annoying but also a little funny because she's clearly trying to get back into his good graces. so he decides to keep letting her put in that effort to win him over. see how far she'll go. HE certainly isn't going to put forth any effort towards her, not after how thoroughly she had dashed his plans. (wyll is in the group also. and he's trying so fuckin hard to not let things be awkward. but even his natural charm isn't enough to counterbalance the weirdness between amity and astarion right now.) astarion wonders after a while why on earth she's doing this. putting forth this effort to involve him. is it just for the sake of good group relations? (if they got thrashed more than usual the previous day, maybe he wonders if it's just so that they're a more effective fighting force.) or... is she just... needy? attention-seeking? can't bear to be disliked? some idle wondering of whether there's anything there to use still, but it's really too early to tell, and again, he already put forth an effort to be charming and win her over, and she ruined that. he's not putting in that energy again unless he's certain that he'll get something out of it. he might, but he'll let her keep acting like a fool until he's sure. plus, even if he IS able to manipulate her eventually... she ought to sweat a bit first, right? it's a fitting punishment.

...annnnnd thennnnn the group meets karlach and amity's attention IMMEDIATELY latches onto the big buff pretty tiefling lady -- which means her attention is No Longer On Him. he reacts -- in large part, out of impulse. he does not have a plan, and does not know if he will indeed grant her the mercy of forgiveness or if he will continue to be frosty to her, but if he wants that pathway open later for the possibility of making her grovel for his forgiveness.... he needs to remind her who it is she's chasing after. namely, him. he does this thru referring to the group as a team, or friends, or working together in some capacity. whatever phrasing he uses, she perks up at the mention of, well. amity between the group. she named herself for a reason; positive relationships are the thing she thinks is most important in the world. it very much works -- part of her attention is still very much on karlach, but now it's also split between her and astarion. that's at least a partial success.

she's probably still... nervous around him. not sure where they're at. never ever planning on actually bringing that up to find out though, hell no. so she talks to karlach and to wyll and... sort of around astarion. but she seems encouraged. enthused. and astarion has learned that she reacts extremely well to little scraps of attention like that. good information to have.

(4?) since it's written in astarion's point of view, i'm not sure whether mizora's arrival and wyll's transformation gets a whole scene devoted to it -- astarion is still very much a bitch and i think he'd watch on with sort of impartial detachment, whereas amity is front and center trying to deter mizora and then comfort wyll. maybe that's just like. a time for him to observe. note that she's very invested in each member of their little party; maybe that's a new angle. if he deigns to take any angle and give her attention at all, of course. she Still Isn't Worthy Of It Again. success still isn't guaranteed. he probably won't bother. but he's still leaving his options open.

(5) wacky ass battle that would quality for war crimes if faerûn had ever made actions like that a crime. amity is super jazzed to try out some spells that the tadpole had been blocking -- excitedly sends him a telepathic message "how do you feel about death from above?? causing it, not falling prey to it, i mean." casts fly once he agrees. tells him later that if you combine fly with an invisibility spell, oh man, they NEVER see that coming. and one time she used fly on a friend and then cast web, and that friend cast a lightning spell, and it was so potent that it ended up lighting the web on fire and frying their target to a crisp and -- astarion is quietly revising his assessment of her to 'possibly insane.'

(5.5) she maybe follows up with him abt how it's been going with the necromancy of thay here; not super great. she offers her help if needed. POSSIBLE point where her knowing infernal comes up.

(6) short scene of astarion musing abt his scars while everyone else is asleep; feeling them out, feels like they're in another language, starts to suspect infernal, wonders what the hell cazador was up to.

(7) here's where scene order gets fuzzy; i need to replay the game and see when gale first tells you abt mystra. this might be too early for that. but if not, amity is helping astarion with his Camp Duty (tent and bedroll setup -- he is... not good at it) and she keeps looking over at gale and sighing. astarion is Not engaging with that. but when karlach and shadowheart come back from scouting ahead, karlach joins them and SHE asks what's bugging amity, which sparks a conversation about how she just feels really bad for gale knowing about mystra now. she and karlach commiserate for a bit, but astarion is unmoved. amity asks if astarion doesn't feel bad for gale, knowing that. no?? why would he, what's there to feel bad about?? amity says that that kind of heartbreak isn't easy to bare, can't he sympathize? actually -- CAN he sympathize? has he ever felt real heartbreak like that? have any of them? have any of them... actually been in love? it's A Whole Thing. karlach hasn't had the chance for that in hell, tho she reminisces fondly abt relationships she had before that. astarion Can't Remember Before Cazador, thanks very much. and amity... isn't sure if it counts? karlach and astarion are curious/nosy, respectively, and they (mostly karlach) make her spill the deets. amity isn't sure if it counts as love but she sure had Feelings, and they weren't reciprocated, and she's attending that person's wedding in the winter, so -- well. probably doesn't come close to what gale is feeling tho. (she brings this up to deflect again.)

this might end up with her saying that it's still nice to have those feelings even if they're ultimately not shared. karlach isn't totally sure she agrees, but she's excited to experience non-blood war feelings so she can be persuaded. amity... MAYBE shares a bit of how she felt thru the tadpole. warm. trusted. excited. says it was nice even if it didn't turn out how she wanted.

amity also maybe has a moment with karlach where they speak in Infernal. amity thinks karlach deserves to hear something nice in that language, instead of orders barked at her. plus it's fun to have a language most of the others don't know. just wyll. they can be a club. this could be the other point where amity knowing infernal comes up. could also be the point where amity asks abt the necromancy, if it doesn't work to do so earlier.

(8) swamp? sheep/redcaps. gandrel. the hag. a bit of a mood rollercoaster for them both -- haha, bad redcap disguise. baaa. oh no, someone's hunting him! no wait nvm they murdered that guy :). auntie ethel! help! sorry, pull out one of their eyes? nvm, no thanks. a hag!! and amity goes fucking buckwild during that fight. Ethel offers them a deal and amity says "make me your best offer :)" so Ethel does and amity says "no, i have something i want more: for you to be dead" and just like. burns thru ethel's throat.

(10) goblin camp. the goblin camp is not a big part of the scene, it's is mostly like 2 or 3 or 4 sentences summarizing the main things he found interesting about how it went down. her letting her back get all torn up by a priest of loviatar, for one.

(8.5) follow-up -- unsure if this is right after the hag house, as they walk back to camp (they had intended to just visit Ethel really quick before finally going to the goblin camp because maybe she could help them get the tadpoles out and avoid a lot of effort, but by the time they get out of her house, it's already dark and they're all exhausted and wounded. [lmao maybe they get the shit beat out of them by that frog.]) or if this is in camp. either way, astarion asks if she wants to/is ready to talk about That now. How That Went Down. she assumes he's talking about gandrel (or at least pretends like she thinks that's what he means. he's not sure if she really believes that or if she's just faking it.) and says that while she doesn't love that they killed someone who probably mostly does good things, he didn't really give them another option, since they weren't about to let him take astarion. he slightly sarcastically but very slightly sincerely thanks her for that and says that no, that's not what he's talking about, he's actually referring to the brutal murder of that hag. is there something she wants to talk about?

she doesn't. want to talk about it. but he maybe deserves an explanation, huh? she gives him a very pared down version -- a while back, she and her party were trying to stop a ritual and they needed a specific rare ingredient so they snuck into a hag's house and amity charge the head like a fool and triggered a trap that was less physical than it was mental and that curse, well -- it wasn't anywhere near as bad as those poor people who were trapped by ethel. but she was... affected by it. it was stupid of her, and her party had to stop and help her out, and so they were too slow to stop the ritual, and people died, and.... some of the effects of that curse.... linger. he's kind of curious as to what she means and she just says it's not really important and she'd like to just move on, please. she promises she'll do her best not to let it interfere with her usefulness. her effectiveness. she just... doesn't like hags and she's not going to fuck around and risk another hag curse.

(9) scar scene? maybe feels weird to have it be at this point, got to see if it needs to be earlier. but! she's given a slight token vulnerability. and he knows she speaks infernal (and like 9 other languages). so he... asks her to take a look. also a quick flash of her discomfort with touch -- her curiosity brings her closer to him, and she reaches out to like, trace them, but she doesn't know if he's comfortable with that and she also realizes that she feels weird about it too and she backs off and then just draws it.

tiefling party. she says that she's actually going to go and hide away for a while because she's kind of done with all the noise and a little overwhelmed, but she doesn't want to be a downer, so she's just going to go find a quiet moment somewhere else. possibly slight teasing, like asking her if she wants him to sneak away with her too and she says no, no, just. well. feels like someone ought to know in case she disappears out there. was also wondering if she could maybe borrow that book of his for a little bit, so she has something to puzzle over. hesitates and then says well, if he does want to come and find her, that's fine. she won't be far. but she's, well. not looking for the kind of fun that he might be looking for tonight. not... something that she can provide. so! don't worry about her, she'll go off and have some boring time to herself and she'll make sure to be back before morning.

he....... and she has seemed..... very receptive to him thus far, even if it's in different ways from what he had initially intended. and it's going to find her a little later, and she is indeed puzzling with the book and trying to get it to let her teeth some of its secrets out. they have, eventually, a slight heart to heart where neither of them are fully vulnerable. she eventually says hey, listen, she thought about what happened a while back. the night in the woods. and she thought abt what he said (abt her having different expectations and not knowing what she wanted) and... she thought she knew what she wanted. she thought she was just going out there to tell him he didn't need to feel obligated to her. but she thinks maybe he was right? that maybe she. sort of wanted that. what he was offering. but simultaneously also didn't. and... look. she's... not used to having someone so close. and she doesn't like having her appearance brought up. and she's got a Thing about touch, and she might have... unfairly taken that out on him. and she's sorry.

slight discussion of that had curse and how the effect of it trapped her in her own mind for a while and she felt everything and nothing all at once and it felt like an eternity and now she struggles to be touched and it's really annoying but she doesn't know what to do about it

not fully sure how that will end up! just talk? and agreement to... try something, just very slowly? no mention of any of that romantic/intimate business at all? unsure at this point!

also eventually there's a moment in the shadowlands where she offers to it him feed on her because she's worried that he has gotten enough to eat and he asks about her thing with touch and she says that she can push through it because her discomfort isn't as important as him not going hungry

that's all I've got so far, haha

#amity tag #amity fic tag

[baronessblixen]

AU prompt. Scully gets violently sick in Requiem so badly that Mulder does call a doctor and he refers her for a head CT.. lots of hurt/comfort please

Not quite sticking to the prompt but it's also three years old. I hope the hurt/comfort aspect is still there (there's fluff, I can tell you that)! Set, obviously, in "Requiem" but goes AU. Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2021

Wc: 1342

Fictober Day 19

Catch You If You Fall

Mulder is still worried about Scully having dizzy spells when things get even worse. One minute they're talking about what they're going to have for dinner, the next she's pushing him away to get to the bathroom.

He wants to give her privacy and he tries. He really does. He lasts all of ten seconds. Knowing she's in there, suffering, makes him sick, too. The door is half open; she must have tried closing it, but had other priorities at that moment.

He sits next to her, stroking her back, and mumbling nonsense. Any second she's going to tell him to leave her alone. But this time, the words don't come and she doesn't push him away. There's something else on his mind distracting him though: the retching doesn't stop. It's almost constant.

"I'll call a doctor," he says into her ear, stroking her hair. He wavers; if Scully is fine - really fine - then she'll stop him. Say it's unnecessary. Instead, she nods weakly. His heart sinks. It's worse. It's so much worse than he expected.

The emergency room is quiet and Mulder is thankful for that. Scully is leaning against him, her hand in his. There's a vomit bowl in her other hand, still empty. Mulder is thankful for that, too. He is agitated, waiting for someone to see them. He flashed his badge, told them Scully was an agent, too. They merely nodded. In here, they're like everyone else.

They don't get it - how could they? Scully isn't just his friend, his partner and maybe, because they still haven't had that conversation, his girlfriend. She's his everything.

The cheesy generalization is the only expression that comes close to what he's feeling. The first time Scully passed out here in Oregon, Mulder thought he'd join her on the ground. Blood rushed to his ears and threatened to take him, too. Every consecutive time is worse. What happens if he's not there? What happens if she cracks her head open?

What if?

Her hand is in his and he's gently stroking it with his thumb. It probably calms him more than her.

"How are you?" He asks in a whisper.

"Better."

"Good," he says and she leans more heavily against him. "If you feel faint again... my arms are open," he jokes.

"I know," she squeezes his hand. "Thank you for always catching me."

"Dana Scully?" A nurse appears, holding a clipboard and scanning the crowd. Mulder helps Scully up and together they follow the smiling nurse. Before they enter the examination room, Scully turns to him and puts her hand on his chest.

He swallows hard, knowing he won't like what she's going to say next.

"I need to do this alone." Her voice is as firm as the expression on her face. He nods. He hates this. He wants to stay with her, hold her hand. But this is Scully, the tiniest but toughest fighter he's ever known.

"Let them do a head CT, let them-," he trails off. Scully knows all this. She will have them do every test necessary. She knows what to look for. She's fearing the same thing he is. They don't need to voice it; they share it silently, carrying their worries in their pockets.

"I'll wait right here," he says with difficulty. "Let me know if... I'm here, if you need me."

"Thank you," she mouths before she disappears.

There's not a single hospital Mulder has encountered where the coffee tastes good. It's lukewarm water, the color of a wet beaver, and tastes like one, too. He downs five cups anyway, pacing the hallways. He buys a pack of skittles and sorts them by color. He clenches and unclenches his fists. Nothing works. All he wants is to be with Scully.

Eventually, he returns to the small plastic chair close to Scully's room. He closes his eyes, breathes in and out. If it's cancer again, he's going to ask her to marry him. He's not going to sit outside of rooms, barred. They will have to give him information and let him see her. Yes, he's going to ask her.

If it's cancer. What else could it be? The symptoms are all there. Except for the nose bleeds. That's his only hope, his last pillar.

It feels like it's been hours, but finally, both the nurse and the doctor come out of Scully's room. There were tests, several of them. Their faces are blank; good or bad, he can't tell.

"Can I go in now?"

"Yes, she asked for you."

His heart is beating loud as he pushes the squeaky door open. He closes it quietly, preparing himself for the news. Scully is lying on her side, neither smiling nor crying. Just... stoic. He swallows hard.

"Hey you," he says.

"There you are. I thought they'd never be done."

"Did they- do they know? Do they know what's caused all this?"

She nods and his knees give in, making him sit down on the chair next to her bed. He brings it closer so he can hold her hand again. It's warm and soft in his hand. The way it should be.

"Is it- how bad is it?"

"I'm glad you're sitting down for this."

It's bad. It's the worst. The cancer has returned, worse than the last time. There's no chance, there's no cure, there's no-

"I'm pregnant."

Mulder's mouth pops open. "You're- it's not- you're WHAT?" He gets up from the chair and stumbles, dizzy with emotions.

"Mulder, are you okay?"

"I should ask you that," he says, turning too quickly and feeling his knees give in for a second time that day. They knock against the cold hospital floor.

"Easy there, Mulder. I can't catch you as easily as you catch me."

He smiles at her joke. "How are you feeling? Are you- this is what we wanted, right? A baby. Are they sure - are you sure? It's- you're pregnant and it's not..."

"It's not," she assures him with tears in her ears. "Why do you think I wanted you out of the room, hm? I knew what you were thinking. I was fearing the same thing. My CT was normal."

"But you were so sick," he says.

Scully nods. "They gave me something for it. Some women struggle with hyperemesis gravidarum - severe morning sickness."

"It's evening," Mulder says.

"Our child thinks it's morning." She laughs, a sob of disbelief. Of all the things it could have been, it's the one thing they'd given up on. It never even crossed his mind, not once.

"Our child," he repeats, in awe. "This is not a dream, is it? I'm not going to wake up any second and you tell me it's cancer, right?"

"It's not a dream. But-"

"I knew it."

"No, it's okay, Mulder. They want to keep me here overnight, for observation."

"I'm staying."

"Mulder, the case."

"I'll call Skinner, have someone else work the case. I can't - Scully, I want to be here. Do you- Dana Scully, will you share this hospital bed with me tonight?" Not quite the question he considered earlier, but the one that feels right for tonight.

"I'd be honored," she replies and he takes off his jacket, wishing he'd brought a change of clothes. Maybe he can charm a nurse later when Scully is asleep and get something else to wear. He takes her in his arms, just wanting to hold her.

"We're gonna be parents, Scully," he whispers into her hair, afraid someone will take it away if he screams it into the world, like he wants to.

"I know," she whispers back.

"You need to sleep. You need to rest."

"I will. I can, now that you're here."

She falls asleep quickly but Mulder can't sleep. He grins into the dark hospital room. Who knew that great things could happen in these rooms too?

"I love you," he says, kissing Scully's cheek. He lets his hand travel to her flat stomach. "Love you, too, little bean."

#fictober21 #they're getting longer #i might have written something like this before #but i really felt like writing it #i passed out myself yesterday and once again writing helped #still don't have a mulder though #i hope you like this even if you're read this scenario several times before #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[luvring]

How would the LL gang look after an s/o who has really bad headaches and period pains?

(feel free to ignore this :))

afab but gn!reader note from nia: naurr if this is any of u rn...i am wishing u luck. take care of urselves :100: i asked my friends how to deal with this so i hope i'm sort of accurate ouagh je suis desolee i actually . don't get period pains imsorry im sor

i'd rank them but it's really anisa then. The Other Two. sage is better with the periods and felix is better with any headaches

first of all bless anisa she's truly here to save the day

unapologetically tells sage and felix to either be quiet or leave if they're making mc's headache worse

watches to make sure they don't overexert themself. very empathetic and lets them take breaks when they need to. probably Makes them take breaks sometimes because she knows how unbearable it can get

shares all of her own tricks and remedies that she's picked up over the years since mc wouldn't have any of their own,, modern fixes

even though she's busy (#girlboss!) she always manages to make time to check in on them, asks if they want to spend the day with her just to make it easier for both of them

she makes sure they're drinking enough water and eating well (might indulge them every now and then if they look sad enough)

omg human heater anisa . who needs a heating pad when she can wrap her arms around you instead

taking a nap with her (╯︵╰,) they're Both finally resting Now

Anisa Kissing Their Head....anisa.... kissing their stomach? somebody knock me out

mc making a "i think i'm going to die" joke and she laughs a little before kissing them and promising she'll make sure they survive

and yes both sage and felix have sisters but i feel like felix helping/dealing with scylla on her period was less of a situation than sage and tulsi ? especially since tulsi is the Younger sister

also there's no way tulsi would let him talk shit about periods LOL

he'd have a good idea of what they're going through (but ngl the idea of slapping him onto those memes that say "aight babe i'm in the pad aisle what size you wear lol" is very funny to me)

unironically asks if they'd like to do some exercise but makes sure it's light if they say yes

loser would hear about heating pads and try to lay on their stomach and say he's basically like a big one

if they mention a headache or any pains he drags them away from whatever they were doing . it's time for quality time with their boyfriend! (a nap maybe)

tries to distract them with dumb stories and jokes while they cuddle

he's easier to exploit for help now. BFSFBSJ he'll get up to get water or food or whatever else they need at the sight of a pout

not pain related but he gets up to change and clean the sheets if they bleed through with no hesitation. says something about his Line Of Work letting him see much worse than a bit of a stain. pretends to be offended that they'd think he'd be upset about it

felix may not be well-versed in the period pain problem but !! the headache situation is up his alley ,, he spends that much time reading and studying he's found ways to stop his eyes and head from hurting as much after

he'd make them tea or refill their water when they drank it all. tells them to rest while he takes over whatever they were reading/doing

he checks up on them and mc can probably feel him glancing over a lot. he's not good at being sneaky when he's Concerned

he's already whipped for them but when they're actively in Pain? [slaps felix on the head] this boy will do anything they want. My Man,, the amount of cuddling he will enthusiastically do for free

reads up on different foods and remedies on his own time to surprise them ,, tries out recipes and makes sage taste test

would offer to try some more,, Magical options . at least the ones he's mastered and not the ones that might just make it worse

unlike anisa if mc made a "i think i'm dying" joke i think he'd genuinely tense up a little before taking a deep breath and reminding himself it's an exaggeration LOL poor guy

#last legacy #last legacy felix #last legacy sage #sage lesath #fictif felix #fictif sage #fictif anisa #felix escellun #anisa anka #last legacy headcanons #last legacy fluff

[emelianne]

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘.

(This ones quite the joke.)

As she sits in the chair, subdued and gagged, all she could think about was where she'd much rather be right now. Her dorm in college, the nice warm bed at her mother's, the soothing library down the block, perhaps?

Her head is swimming; the blow to the head with the butt of a gun has some pretty harsh effects. When she gets free and makes it out alive, she'll make that cop pay.

She pulls against the restraints to test its strength. They seem to get tighter every time she struggles. It reminds her of the playtime she and Dandy had when they were kids. Such memories floated in and out of her mind, taunting her.

Even as a child, he haunts her.

"So glad you could wake, Regina."

Regina's eyes flickered over to the speaker. There, draped in that sickening pink robe, is Dandy. They're back in his luxurious room, and his expression is eerily calm and sweet. He holds a glass of some brown liquid and he swishes it around, admiring its color.

"I apologize for the gash in your head. I got you something for the pain."

He pushes the glass to her lips, brushing against the silk gag. She wants to slap that glass out.

"It's not poison, I promise." Dandy assures, taking the glass and downing it in one gulp. He then takes an ice cube out and places the glass down. He ghosts the ice cube over her cheeks, her lips, the gash that leaks her blood. He takes pleasure in soaking her blood with the ice cube, smiling as Regina flinches with every swipe. He takes what's left of the ice cube and pops it into his mouth.

"I told you I don't want to kill you. Despite your boorish flaws, you're not like the others." His fingers cup Regina's chin. She looks at him, fear etched into her features.

"I'm going to remove your gag. If you scream, I'll slice off your tongue and feed it to you." He looks at Regina, his expression menacing. He means it. Brandishing a knife in one hand, he peels off the gag with the other. Regina spits out the cloth that's been stuffed in her mouth and coughs, fresh air entering her lungs. She does this for one minute, then tries to find the words to speak.

Before Regina could talk, Dandy shoves an ice cube in her mouth. She sputters when a refreshing cool washes over her; she feels her throat clear and her tongue reactivate.

"Thank you," she croaks out. Dandy nods and stands up.

"Now that you're awake and not badly bruised, I want you to know something very important." He walks around her, his steps well timed and neat. He stands behind her now, his hands raking through her hair.

"Your foolish mistake nearly cost you your life. If I hadn't given the word, you'd be lying next to your mother in the garden. Only, chopped to pieces and scattered across the manor as mulch." He grabs a fistful and pulls her head back. Her terrified look excites him.

"I also want you to know that I can kill you right now. It's so easy, Regina. I can kill you right now, and no one would notice or care. You are at my mercy."

"Why didn't you kill me?" Regina replies. Dandy chuckles into her hair.

"Because I have special plans for you. I don't want to kill you; you're the only one worth a damn."

"What do you want?"

"Playtime."

"Playtime?"

"When we were kids," he traces the curves of her cheeks, "You would play with me, and we'd have so much fun."

Regina thinks back to their playtime. His idea of playtime was tying her up and torturing her. He would cut her hair, snip her dresses to bits and sometimes spank her. What's even creepier is that this carried on until Regina left for college. To see Dandy remember it fondly is what gives her the creeps.

"You were the perfect playmate," he continues, "always willing to play."

Because you scare me, she thinks to herself, but keeps quiet.

"I want to re-live those days again, when we were children. Especially when we bathed together."

Regina thinks back to bath time. Her and Dandy, crammed in a bathtub together, splashing and making a mess of the water and soap. It sounds innocent enough, until she remembers Dandy pouring human blood into the bathtub, his naked body pressed against her frame as he looks at her like a wolf to a lamb. His smile as he asks her to get in the tub with him...

"I want you to bathe with me," he says, "I want you to take off your clothes and get in the bath with me. I won't ask you again."

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

He laughs.

"No. I make your choices for you now. I am a God. You will obey me if you want my mercy."

"Okay," Regina responds, "Whatever you want."

"Perfect." He gets up and pulls out a knife from the lapels of his robe and presses it against her nose.

"No funny business. That detective is waiting outside to put that bullet in your head. There's a hole outside in the garden, waiting just for you." He smiles warmly at her before slicing her restraints.

Regina lets out a breath and massages her wrists and ankles. She stands up and watches as Dandy fills up the bathtub. He looks back at her while the water runs.

"What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes."

Regina reluctantly un-knots her ascot, then unbuttons her blouse. She slides off her camisole, hoisery, skirt and girdle. When she's left standing in her slip and panties, she feels anxiety well up in her body. Dandy looks back at her expectantly, his eyebrow raised. She knows what to do.

When the rest of her garments hit the ground, she stands nude in front of Dandy, wishing she'd melt into the ground and disappear.

Seeing the water is filled and at the right temperature, he picks up a container and unscrews it. In he pours the familiar red liquid that makes her sick.

Blood.

They're going to bathe in blood.

Regina wants to throw up.

Dandy slides off his robe and gets in, sighing with content as the water soothes his muscles.

Regina follows, cringing as her body makes obscene noises from the water. It feels so strange; the water feels heavenly, but the strong stench of human blood makes her gag. She pulls her knees to her chest to hide her disgust and shame. She cringes when Dandy wraps his legs around her hips and pulls her closer.

"Doesn't this feel good, Regina? Relaxing in the tub, washing away your troubles?"

Regina keeps her mouth shut.

"I missed bathing with you, you know. You were so much fun," He pulls in closer, their noses touching. Regina feels the air sucked out of her when their eyes meet. She feels her head getting light, her chest tight, her stomach twisting in the worst of knots.

"You're the only one I never want to kill. As long as you never leave, never turn against me, I'll keep you alive." He buries his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. He's pressed against her now, their bodies slick from the blood and water. Regina feels every inch of his body, she smells his scent, she hears the heartbeat of his chest.

This is too much: the blood, the atmosphere, the situation she's forced into. It makes her dizzy and she lies back in the tub.

He grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him, goosebumps peppering his flesh from the close contact. He grabs her by the chin and looks at her.

"Are you going to leave me, like Mother? Are you going to be like all the other disappointments in my life?

Regina shakes her head no.

Without so much as a warning, he clashes his lips against hers.

Dandy is by far the first boy Regina ever kissed; boys back at her college don't find her all that attractive. This kiss is far from romantic ; his lips are clumsy against hers, holding them for seconds, then he pulls away. Regina notices how big his pupils are, how soft his face looks. He kisses her again, this time with more fervor.

Dandy kisses her like he wants to consume her; he bites her lips, plunges his tongue down her throat, mingles his saliva with hers. She tries to pull away, but his grip and primal growl warns her to stay put. So she stays there, trying to think of a better place to escape to. It's getting harder to ignore Dandy's lips, to pretend the stiff object brushing against her stomach isn't there.

"You...you're so...perfect," he sighs against her neck.

"You're not like those cows Mother brings to me. You understand me, you excite me."

Regina stiffens against him, taking in his words.

He wants her in the most sinful way possible.

She's not sure if she can deliver.

Dandy kisses her neck, her shoulders, the dip in between her breasts. He dips his fingers between their bodies to rub at her womanhood. Regina jolts against the special attention and screws her eyes shut, fighting against the untapped pleasure.

Despite her fighting against his ministrations, she is set on fire with every touch and kiss. Her body wants more, needs more, and Dandy knows it.

Dandy, despite his general distaste of the opposite sex, has experience in the sheets. He knows what parts to exploit, what tricks to make a body bend to his will. He even paid special attention to Regina's exquisite frame, remembering her as he lies in bed fantasizing. She's here, so close to him he could do whatever he wants to her and no one can stop him. Not his mother, not Dora, and definitely not the police. She is finally his, the perfect replacement for Dot and Bette. He will consume her; he will dominate her mind, body, and soul.

She will never leave him.

Ever.

"Don't fight me, Regina," Dandy warns, "Give in. Give me what I want. I always get what I want." His fingers get bolder, stroking her vaginal folds before circling the bundle of nerves that drove her wild. She bucks her hips against him, biting her lip to silence her moans. He frowns and rubs harder.

"Sing for me. I want to hear your voice play a symphony for me."

When she shakes her head furiously and tries to escape from him, he tries something different.

When he starts thrusting his fingers into her, she sings.

She sings the most beautiful song Dandy has ever heard. A song he wants to record so he could listen to over and over. The alto of her whines, the soprano of her gasps and obscenities, and finally the startling crescendo that leads to the climactic sigh that makes his heart swell with pride. She collapses against the opposite side of the tub, panting and coming down from her first sexual high.

Dandy withdraws his fingers from her and holds them up for view. There, on his fingers, is this glossy, slimy, goo that came from her. He pops them into his mouth and licks them clean. He grabs a washcloth and soap, looks to Regina and says,

"Now, let's get cleaned up. After our bath I want to play."

#dandy mott #ahs imagine #ahs x reader #american horror story #ahs fanfiction #ahs smut #finn wittrock

[pretoriafics]

Teenage Dream Pt. 2 (Interactive story)

Man! I think this one is the most amazing thing I'd ever written! I'll request from all of you guys special attention at the end of this chapter. I'll let you a message, and I'm pretty sure you will love it!

Derek took you to his loft. While you are alone, you start to understand the environment you were now part of. Word count: 2.056 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Laura; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Cora; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Talia Contain: It’s pretty fun; AU Warnings: English is not my main language <3 PART 1 ALTERNATIVE VERSION TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You finally entered Derek's loft. Oh, man... It was just like in the tv show!

You enter the loft just like if you had entered paradise. With your mouth opened in pure fascination, you swirl around your feet while looking around. Derek came just behind you with arch eyebrows. It would be funny if it doesn't be scary.

"Oh. My. Godness. Is it here that all the pack meetings are made?"

Derek didn't reply to you. Instead of it, he just stares at you. He gives a few steps forward, getting closer to you.

"What's your name?"

You swallowed hard. Derek was with his usual cold expression, arms crossed in front of his chest, and no patience for bullshit.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"Good. Look (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you will stay right here. You will not get out, you will not call anyone, or speak with anyone. If you run away from here, I'll kill you faster than you could say to me what happens at season one. Did I made things clear to you?" Shrunken in fear, you just nod, and Derek narrows his eyes to you. "Okay. I need to see someone that you probably know, so-"

"Braeden? Jennifer? Deaton?"

Derek sounds confused to hear the first two names. So, you simply thought that he didn't meet them yet.

"Not of your business."

He gives his back to you, walking out of his loft and closing the door, locking you there. And, wow, you have Derek's loft all for you! Oh man, it just like on the fanfics!

Well, you were curious and excited as hell. Your first thought was something pretty plausible: You used to watch Teen Wolf when you were a teenager. So, being inside the series was just like time-traveling. Smartphones aren't a thing yet, and Dua Lipa music still unknown. As a way to test this theory, you walk in the radio's direction and turn it on. The music that started to fill the room was Friday by Rebecca Black. Yeah, you remind that song, and you instantly felt nostalgic. But it could be just random music on the radio, right?

You switched the radio station, and then Party Rock Anthem By LMFAO starts to play. Well, another song of 2011... But you aren't so sure yet, so you switch the radio station one last time. You almost fell on your back when Domino by Jessie J fills the room. You took a confirmation that yeah, you were back in the 2011's. You are probably during the events of season one.

Well, Scott has just been bit by Peter, Derek just came back from town, and... You are now in the middle of all of that.

"Oh, man!"

You can't do anything for a while. So, all you could do is wait for Derek and whatever he was doing now. You look around while Jessie J sings on the radio, giving you a few nostalgic feelings. Well, you would take a relaxing bath. There's just one problem: All the clothes you have is the one you're wearing now. Without giving a damn, you walk to Derek's wardrobe direction.

"I'm sorry sour wolf, but I'll borrow a few clothes of yours." You open it and take a black shirt. Man, you felt thrilled! "Jeez, this is so like the fanfics!"

You go to the bathroom's direction, taking off your kitten pajama, and putting yourself under the hot water of the shower. Man, Rude Boy by Rihanna starts to play on the radio. You couldn't contain a laugh. It was funny because you were taking a shower and would wear clothes from a legit rude boy.

And, well, you started to sing. It was everything really nice for a few minutes: You were wearing Derek's shirt, listening to a few old pieces of music, and, now, you were in his kitchen making a sandwich.

When you sat on Derek's bed, with your wet hair and your sandwich, Starstrukk by 3OH!3 and Katy Perry started to play. Yeah, that time alone was being nice! You move your body in the music's rhythm while bites your sandwich, still sat on the mattress. You should enjoy that peace while it lasts!

The sandwich was cool, the music either... But you realized that, now, you had a golden chance that every fan would die to have: You are alone in Derek's flat. What kind of things he hides there?

After finishing your sandwich, you look around. You stand up from the mattress and walk around the loft. Getting upstairs, you could find some supernatural books, some weird things that you thought could be some magic stuff, and his laptop. Oh, man! What else hides in his internet searches?

You hold yourself, trying to decide if you should snoop his history on the internet or if you should see what he hides on his bedside table drawer.

When you go downstairs, Animal by Neon Trees fills your ears. You run to Derek's bedside table and opens his drawer. You found his cell phone charger, as well as the laptop one, a coin with a triskelion and... tons of condoms.

Your eyes got widen. This is definitely the kind of thing the TV show hasn't expose.

Also, you noticed Derek's loft needed some... cleaning.

Bored as never before, you walked to the kitchen searching for some cleaning stuff. You found some on a cabinet: A mop and a few other products. Oh, perfect! You took them and, soon, you were sliding the mop through the flat while sings Animal. The flat smells like lavender now, and the floor is so clean that you are proud.

You heard Magic by Rivers Cuomo and B.o.B on the radio, and you sing with the music reminding the parties at your friend's house after school. Suddenly, the door finally opens, and you heard Derek's voice.

"...She's not lying, and I need to know if you already saw something like that before."

You froze with the mop on your hand when you saw Derek. He froze as well. It was understandable: A complete stranger is cleaning his flat and wearing his clothes.

"...Oh, hi! I've borrowed your shirt."

Then, a female voice came behind him.

"There are tons of things that could cause this kind of thing. We need to investigate."

Talia Hale came after his son, as well as Laura and Cora. They also froze with the scene of you wearing Derek's clothes and cleaning his loft. You? Well, your eyes almost had pulled out of your face when you saw them. Talia inhales the air to her lungs, clearly smelling the air.

"Are this... Lavender?"

"Yeah, it is." Laura replied her mom, looking at Derek after that "I think lavender suits you. It's perfect for your flat. It is really your thing, Derek."

You were so confused! What are they doing there? Your chin fell, letting your mouth opened in pure disbelief. Derek rolled his eyes at Laura before look at you again.

"...She'll freak out."

"Oh. My. Gosh. Oh my gosh!!" The mop fell on the floor, and you ran through Talia, Cora, and Laura's direction. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

The Hale women look at each other, and Cora looks at you.

"Well, mom came here to help Derek with, uh, you. And I guess you already know us."

"You shouldn't be here!" You stare at Cora "You should be in South America! And both of you" You stare at Talia and Laura "I can't even talk about you two! Jeez!"

You put your hands on your head, with your mind blowing while the Hale family enters into the loft. Derek turns off the radio before staring at you again.

"I thought you were used to seeing me with them."

You stare at him, with your eyes widen. Your mind was full of theories already.

"Derek, you are definitely not understanding what is happening here. Your family shouldn't be here."

He arches his eyebrows, noticing there's something pretty wrong here.

"What do you mean?"

"Look" You approach them, looking at everyone "I'll do just one question: Did your house was burned some years ago?"

They look at each other, with the engines on their head trying to work. Talia stares at you.

"Yeah, but we had fortunately escaped."

"How about your brother?"

"Peter was the only one that hasn't managed to."

Oh, man... That means one thing. Scared as hell, you sat on the mattress. Derek started to feel anxious and approaches you.

"What's happening?"

You breathe in, staring at the family.

"It shouldn't happen. At the TV show, Talia dies at the fire. Cora ran to South America, Peter got burnt and goes to a clinic, Laura turns herself into alpha, and she stays with Derek. It means that I'm not on the TV Show. I'm inside a fanfic."

Oh, man... It means, basically, that you even haven't so sure about what will happens next. If you were inside the TV Show, you could predict the future. You couldn't do it if you were inside a fanfic.

While you were in complete shock, Talia looks at her family.

"Well... I'll search the most plausible theory of (Y/N)'s arrival. I think we can start looking for some witches near. It can be some work from a coven."

While the Hale family talks about you, you still sat on the mattress, thinking about what the heck was going on. Well, what kind of fanfic did you got into? Was It an insert-reader one, or was It just a common one? Are you the protagonist?

You would test your theory, and you would do it right now.

Knowing the opportunity was just right there, you ran through the flat's door. However, Derek notices your escaping.

"She's running away!"

A mess quickly takes form inside Derek's loft: His announcement made all the Hale run after you, trying to avoid your escaping. They don't know anything about you yet. It could be dangerous to have you simply walking around Beacon Hills.

Fast, you ran through the building until you go outside. A storm quickly takes form, and heavy rain starts to fell from the skies. To everyone's surprise, you stopped in the middle of the asphalt, looking at the sky.

"Hey!" You yelled to something up there "I want a sign! Hey, writer! Readers! Anyone! Am I inside of a fanfic? Answer me! Send me a clue, anything!"

A thunder lightens the skies, and you fell on your knees with a lack of a clue that could help you to find out what was going on. Then, you felt a hand grab your arm.

"Enough, weirdo." Laura said, holding you while the Hale family surrounds you to keep you from running away "You'll stay inside the loft."

With all the last hopes of yours, you look up from the skies. The rainwater runs through your body while you wait. You just want a sign! A clue!

Then, you thought you had seen something. Laura pushes you, making you stand up from the asphalt. And when she was started to drag you to the loft again, you saw something falling from the sky. Derek saw it too.

"Laura, wait."

Everyone looks up, noticing what the heck was that: It was a post-it paper falling from the skies in your direction. When it came close enough, you took it.

Man... When you read it, your face became pale as a candle, and you simply pass out on Laura's arms. Caught by surprise, Laura holds you while everyone runs in your direction. Cora took the post-it paper from your hand and, when she read it, she stares at her family completely incredulous.

"What?" Derek looks at her, in urgency to know what was that. Cora swallowed hard, starting to read the post-it paper out loud.

"Here says: Author's note: Yeah, you are inside a fanfic. Author's note two: Your story has just started, girl."

Yeah, for sure, the Hale family stares at each other in complete shock. Of course, they weren't expecting that your call for a sign would be replied to. Especially by me, the author of your story! Ha! And honestly? I'll think carefully if I'll help you during your journey inside your favorite TV Show, because, honestly? I'll not let things easy for you.

FINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE Here's the thing about this series: I'm the author mentioned at the end of this chapter, y'all are the readers mentioned in the story AND the (Y/N) of this story. Consider that the (Y/N) is the "you" from a different dimension, okay? Why should you consider this: Because you all can communicate themselves with the (Y/N) of that story! At every ending of the chapter, I'll request you to send me something to help the (Y/N) inside the story. You will send it through my ask, right here. Well, the (Y/N) has requested to the readers sent her a sign that she is really inside of a fanfic. Send me your clue for (Y/N) through my ask, and I'll put it on the next chapter to makes her freaking out.

I'll be waiting for y'all!

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hi can i please request one where levi's s/o is sort of like him in personality but just melts whenever theres a baby. like she'll see a baby in town and will go from silent and moody to the heart eyes emoji but a person, or she'll babysit her neice or nephew or cousin and will be just so loving and bubbly? like its obvious that she wants to be a mum but she never brings it up because she doesnt think he wants kids and eventually they get pregnant + his reaction? sorry if this is too much (1/2)

ΑΝΟΟΟΟΝ IM BLUSHING THANK YOU SO MUCH. I really loved this request and it inspired me so I pushed before others because I had to get it out of my system. I hope you like this. It's super duper long also👉👈

Warnings: uhh pregnancy, mentions of anxiety

Tags: fluff, domestic Levi, pregnancy, modern au

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Baby Fever

Your heartbeat grew louder with each passing second as Mike abused the door with one too many knocks. You didn't know if you could talk, or breath or do anything other than vomiting though this time from the anxiety building at the pits of your stomach and not due to your very recent event of morning sickness.

"Are you alright in there?"

You choke on your own voice as you try to huff a single response. It's not really up to your judgement of you're alright or not but rather in the small white object's that rests between the thumbs and pointer fingers of each of your hands. You contemplate if there's a way to not raise any more suspicion to the blond male, you're at his house for all that matters. Nanaba called you to take care of their their twins and you happily complied to your half sister's pleas because Mike had a very important job interview. Life had taken a toll on him lately, they couldn't afford a babysitter and he was just recently fired due to his company having to cut down expenses thanks to the pandemic. Amidst this pandemonium he had to find a way to provide for his family and help Nanaba with at least a short monthly salary. So babysitting your beloved niece and nephew wasn't much of a problem. Not until now.

At first it hadn't bothered you that your period was late, you had accepted the pcos lifestyle the hard way ever since you first got it. You would track down your period in hopes you could ever predict when it would come again but it always seemed to surprise you. Sometimes it would come in a months notice only to take four months to do a full circle. At twenty three, this was the most positive outturn as a resolution to your problem. Levi was pushing you to eat healthy and exercise to get a better grip of your situation, even though you knew it was in vain. And thus, overall it didn't bother you that you hadn't had your period still, fatigue and breast inflammation were also common problems due to hormonal abnormalities so you chose not to pay any attention to those early signs either.

What had driven you to urge Levi to drop you off to the drugstore next to Nanaba's house though was that you've been having symptoms of morning sickness for almost a week now, that you had tried to push aside for Levi not to notice. He would quarantine you on your on your own and go stay with Erwin and Hange had he any suspicion of you being down with the stomach flu. The stomach flu though didn't feel like that and you knew, you had been through it one too many times, this was something different and yet you cursed at yourself for overthinking it. You had bought the pregnancy test as something that was supposed to turn out negative, as a positive resolution that you weren't pregnant and that you should quest for whatever it was that was making your stomach turn and twist every morning.

Upon finally opening the door in an attempt not to delay Mike who wanted to attend his interview, the blond male inspected your form with a harsh gaze. "You shouldn't push yourself if you're sick. We could call my mother to watch over Eli and Blaire."

"No." You pushed it off. "I'm fine Mike, it's probably that weird mushroom soup I ate yesterday, Levi insisted on not buying it but I didn't listen."

"I see." Mike said scrunching his nose at the process. Sometimes you hated that he knew you so well that he could even smell you lying, but he was Nanaba's childhood friend before her mother married your father and had you; you had practically grown up with the blond duo so for all you knew, even if he was certainly aware that you were lying he didn't push things further. He simply placed a hand on your shoulder, the brother like nature of his touch as assuring as one can be. "If you need anything call me, I'll answer as soon as possible, drink lots of water and don't wear yourself down."

You bore your eyes into his and nodded simply. Mike greeted the twins with reluctance and let out a sigh before fixing his suit perfectly on his shoulders. The small kids smiled bubbly in return and waved at their father enthusiastically. As soon as the door closed and their father got out of sight both children jumped on you with loud giggles. The act alone was enough to curl your lips into an upward position.

By noon you had fed and lulled the kids to sleep, earning some significant time to sink into the crevices of the feathery soft sofa before Nanaba came back from her shift. As tiring as Eli and Blaire were you enjoyed their teeny company. You didn't mind their lack of ability to form full understandable sentences yet, you loved how they didn't even try to spare a second thought on what they bubbled on about and you did your best to provoke them to speak correctly. They would open their arms for you, their tiny palms signaling you to take them into long affectionate hugs as they called a baby spoken version of your nickname and you would melt at it every single time. Everyone knew you much you loved the chubby cheeked sweethearts, as much as it contrasted with your usual demeanor. There was something that truly made you feel like the best version of yourself when you were around them.

Babies seemed to be a hot topic in your group of friends for a couple of months now, ever since you started helping Nanaba in the house before Mike got fired. Levi seemed very unbothered by the subject in a way that saddened you almost; sure, you might have talked about it in the past, being that he was a little older than you and he might have understood that you longed to be a mother one day, but that was as far as that one conversation had gone. He still had that bored, stoic gaze that slipped off of yours when you would encounter a baby in the street, whereas you would basically make heart eyes and weird grimaces to any infant he would just click his tongue and avert his gaze away, to any other direction as if he disapproved off your fondness.

That memory alone left you hollowing inside as you recalled of the two very much pink lines on the screen of the test this morning. Naturally you would check with a doctor before jumping to conclusions, there still was a chance that the test was at fault and you wanted to bet on simply that. If the case was that you were actually pregnant though things were more complicated than you wanted them to be. For instance you were still in University, for your last year at that, but you had excessive amounts of studying to get your hands on your degree and Levi was cornered and ready to be squished by his job for being a vice president, which was unfair as he worked for Erwin. You understood the situation though as Erwin was struggling to keep the company going especially through these rough rough times. There was also the fact that you were terrified of Levi asking you to put the baby down, with pcos wearing your system down you were panicking that you wouldn't have a chance to conceive a baby later on. What if this was your only chance? You've always longed to be a mother so it didn't matter that it came to you this early right?

The sound of the front door clicking open shook you off your thoughts immediately. For better or for worse it was Nanaba that had finally returned, eager to strip herself of her clothes and face mask and run to the bathroom. She offered you small greeting to which you only nodded, your tired mind ordering your eyes to find comfort at small shapes in the ceiling. You didn't know how long your sister took in the bathroom, but judging by the lack of giggling coming from the babies' room you supposed it wasn't for long.

"You want to wait for Levi to come pick you up or should I give you a ride home when Mike's back? He should be home soon!" She spoke as she poured water in a red metallic boiler.

"I'll just walk. I need some air."

Nanaba emitted a soft hum in response "Are you alright? You seem off."

"Oh no." You brushed her off "I was just thinking about what I should wear at Erwin and Hange's anniversary dinner next week, and what gift to buy Levi now that his birthday is coming."

"Good, I see, just don't stress alright?"

___

The way home was longer than you had initially remembered, whether it was for your inability to walk with a steady pace or mostly because it was already getting dark and cold. You wondered if Levi would be getting home by now as you neared the apartment complex the two of you resided in. By the looks of your illuminated window he was already home as expected of him this certain hour. It probably was one of those days when he didn't have a strict deadline to attend to, which, under normal circumstances, only meant more cuddles and kisses for you. Yet, tonight was different.

"Hey Levs" Your voice lingered in his brain the moment you stepped inside.

"Hey brat, welcome home." The kiss you left on his cheek as you hurriedly headed to the bathroom was different, off almost, and he picked up on it immediately. "Did Nanaba drop you off? I had asked Mike to come by tonight, he said he'd bring some tea leaves he bought for me."

He leaned at the frame of the door as he watched you wash every crevice of your face thoroughly, paying enough attention to the insides of your outer nasal cavity. He was pretty meticulous about hygiene and especially at times like these with a hole pandemic going on he wasn't taking any chances, you knew, plus you were kind of disgusted of germs lately yourself, you thought you finally understood where he was coming from. He took a few steps ahead, away from your body in search of a clean face towel to hand out to you when you were done. You have it to him, even if he seemed cold as stone that domestic lifestyle was mesmerizing to you.

"Thanks baby, you're the best." You half smiled.

"You good?"

At this point you wondered if you seriously we're so easy to read. You supposed you were off, but you were always off and unresponsive to many things so what exactly was it about today that made everyone know you had a conflict in your mind.

"Yeah I'm just tired, I walked here."

Levi clicked his tongue at that "Nanaba's home is very far away from here, have a shower and I'll rub your legs and feet." With eyes that never left yours Levi watched as your face lit up a little more, he gave you a tiny of a smile on return.

"You prooomise Levs?" You knew teasing with him could only lead to one thing, yet you did it shamelessly.

"Tch, of course, hurry up, I'm making pancakes with eggs and bacon."

Normally at the very sound of this particular food your eyes would water and your mouth would drool but the unresponsive nature of your expression only sent a new wave of worry through Levi's chest. As much as he had wanted to convince himself you were just tired, he couldn't, not after this reaction to your favorite snack. He decided not to push you into saying anything you didn't want to though. Maybe it was that enormous amount of notes you had to memorize for your next exams in addition to your fatigue and any hormonal altercations.

"Yeah" you trailed off "babe, about that, can we have cocktail shrimp? And maybe fried rice and fries? Pretty pretty please?"

Ah, there it was. Although it was a rare occasion for you not to be in the mood of his infamous pancakes, you could still have a few different cravings from time to time. Levi let out a sigh of relief as he proceeded your order trying to figure of where he should order from, last night's mushroom soup had messed your stomach up, that he knew, but you seemed to be fine now so in theory that should be enough to prevent him from whining out his concerns.

As he closed the door to the bathroom he hummed his favorite tune to himself, softly enough as not to disturb you with your bath. He picked up his phone from the kitchen table with ease before collapsing on the couch, there was a limit to what his body could take and he had surpassed that by far these past few months. Endless deadlines that took turns one after another and extra hours at the office had been killing him, mentally and physically, making him a little more grumpy than usual. In great addition his back ached, his fingers were sore and his mind felt like canned alphabet soup every single night. Perhaps, seeing him in this state was taking a toll on you as well; you were always so protective over him, almost like a mother to her child, despite being younger, and he if he had to, he'd admit he enjoyed it a little too much than he should have.

When you came out of the bathroom he gazed over you briefly, you were sitting before the end of the dresser, standing in front of the full body mirror, examining your form. He seemed to be puzzled by your demeanor once again. Normally, or up until yesterday, you would have immediately shot out to where he was seated at to plough into his arms with wet hair, only to slightly irritate him for getting him wet, not that he didn't enjoy to smell your fresh scent anyway, but it was a game of routine for you by now. It was almost as if you were seeking to be scolded at for not rushing to dry your hair. He always wanted you as healthy as ever.

You couldn't shake off your head how soft Levi's chest is. There probably wasn't a reason as to why he's sleeping shirtless tonight, your apartment was very warm, given that it was the start of December already, but you didn't complain. The feeling of creamy, milky soft skin, perfectly excused by any coarse hair was slowly putting you to sleep. You loved how Levi was so soft everywhere you touched, it was so unlike what the world perceived of him, maybe your baby's skin was going to be as smooth and perfect as his and not as dry and oily as yours. Of course the baby's skin was going to be soft, ugh and those little arms and legs, you couldn't lie to your self, deep down you were just a tad excited to have a baby, if it meant that it would look like Levi you wouldn't want to give up on it for the world.

"Levi, does Kenny keep baby pictures of you?"

"What?" The onyx haired male raised a brow at your inquiry but didn't give you enough time to repeat yourself before he answered. "My mother had so many pictures of me so I guess that it's natural that he has some and well there probably are a few pictures from after my mother's death, I'm not that sure."

In response, he only earned a hum.

"Tch, can I lay on your chest? I want you to play with my hair." His eyes pleaded with you in the darkness. Of course you could never say no to such thing, you loved it even more when he was the one sleeping on you. Another sentence left his lips, this time with a yawn as he shifted himself on you, cooing like a small child. "I'll call Kenny tomorrow, sleep now I know you need it."

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Under any other circumstance you would have loved seeing everyone's dumbfounded faces stating at you as if they had seen the dead rise from their graves. You had to pinch your arms to remind yourself this was indeed serious and you shouldn't let out a single chuckle.

"Please tell me you're joking" Nanaba pleaded, placing her hand on yours in disbelief.

"I'm going to screeeeeam! Shorty can't even hold it in, ghaaaa!"

"Hange he will hear you through the restroom."

Hange blinked her eyes rapidly at the sound of that. "You haven't told him?" She immediately seemed to lose her enthusiasm, something you hadn't intended to happen, especially at such a night, but you knew you didn't have a say in other people's emotions.

"Hange he never seemed too fond of the idea, why would I complicated things for him?"

Mike's eyes widened in disbelief. There was no way in hell he was having this. You were practically his little sister, seeing you so tormented as you were in the moment when you spoke those words ravaged his last nerve, causing anger to clench his hands into fists. He watched as you took a small bite of your food giving the rest to Eli who was comfortably sitting on your lap, tapping his little hands on the rim of your plate. Other than the fact you broke out such news to him, Nanaba Hange and Erwin and had expressed your fears on informing your significant other, you seemed quite bubbly. Children really did bring out such a soft side of you, he knew that was for sure.

"Hange" you spoke, unphased as ever "Levi's coming please stop screaming at me, i love you but it's only making me dizzy."

It felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were burning holes through his whole body, his head, and everywhere around his personal space bubble. Levi could feel his pulse tense just a tad, Hange's unnerving gaze and her crippling smile were fixated especially on him, making his nose itchy. There was something very different in the atmosphere around him; Nanaba wasn't eating anymore, she was more fixated on her daughter than anyone else, Erwin was nervously staring between him and you and you and Mike were trying to clean Eli's hands from the food he had just touched. When the scenery wasn't something irregular, none of you dared look eachother in the eyes, beat it that Hange was staring only at him.

"Oi, what the fuck is wrong-"

"Levi, shorty! Does Eli look like he's enjoying himself in (y/n)'s arms?" Hange turned her sweetened gaze on you, making you choke on your words, you shot her an atrociously strict glare. "Remember when Nanaba gave birth? What do you think about babies? Maybe you think they smell a lot? But what about ackerbabies?"

"Way to be discreet Han, thank you!" Your lips puckered in anger as you brought your arms to cross under your chest.

"Wait what's going on shitty glasses?"

"Yada Yada shorty, you're not getting a word from me, my lips are sealed" Hange spoke and shut her eyes to emphasize the significance of her words.

You sighed in a pathetic attempt to relieve some tention of your chest. A tight knot had formed due to anxiety, fog had clouded over your brain and you were feeling so faint and exhausted that you just wanted to get it over with. You didn't mind standing there like a fish out of water after breaking the news to him, the tention in the air was in fact what was making you suffocate in your seat. With wobbly hands you pushed Eli off your lap, not caring about the moan of disagreement he made and you shot up from your seat, announcing you had to take some fresh air. Levi had to stop Nanaba mid tracks to be able to come after you, fast enough to be there when you got out.

Naturally, you stood seated at a bench that neared the restaurant. Your hands were covering your face scratching softly through your hair, probably in attempts to calm your self down. He approached you without any second thought, this time determined to know what was it with you. Your behavior these past week had been unnerving and overly concerning to say the least. Carefully he sat himself down next to you, his right arm come around your frame comfortingly while the left one came to caress underneath your cheek.

"You should probably talk to me."

Your voice came muffled from between your palms as you still hadn't dared to look him in the eye. "Levi, I'm, I'm so sorry it's just... I'm very anxious."

"I think I figured that, brat." His voice was so soothing, it felt as if he was speaking to you in the comfort of your private room, not on a bench outside a semi fancy restaurant

"You know when Hange talked about ackerbabies she uhm, she might have had a particular baby in mind."

Levi blinked erratically for a single second before his mouth, unable to compel to his brain's orders, formed the shape of an oh. Of course, in the moment it was hard to click with any other even but he attributed that to his lack of knowledge over the situation. Had he any clue or suspicion that you could be pregnant he would have been able to realise that it wasn't that your stress had been messing with your stomach every morning and that your extreme fatigue couldn't possible align with the erratically swift rhythm of your palms. Of course, of course it wasn't a thermometer that you had disposed of in the toilet, he wanted to slap himself for being so naive as to believe that. He was strict with recycling rules, you wouldn't have just straight up there s thermometer in the trash. Fuck now's not the time to think about recycling.

With the soft, chaste kiss at the top of your hair you finally decided to turn your gaze to him. Watery eyes met with an adoring grey gaze, a gaze you've never seen at this extreme before. "I love you, you know." Another kiss meant your head got to lift a little more, just to get closer to him. "I don't say it often but you don't have to worry, I'll try to tell our kid more often."

Your eyes shimmered with adoration at his words, despite the cold weather you couldn't bring yourself to feel not even a little tingle, Levi was keeping you so warm with his words. "Really? You want this?"

"Tch why wouldn't I, you thought I'd ever let you go and leave me lonely? I've always thought you knew we're sharing the same future."

Your lips attacked his in fiery passion. It was a natural reaction to his words, an ice melting kiss, a promise for the future. There were many reasons as to why you lived Levi but maybe the fact that you would have a little stoic faced baby running around your feet made you love him a little bit more.

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