#{iM SORRY THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES}

[beepbeepdespair]

when you finally finish your draft posting adventure and realise there's now probably so many confused people seeing you reblog something from them that they reblogged a year or more ago lmao

[unknownanomoly]

I have decided to continue the trend!~ but cats instead! I personally think the cats came out better but that's only because I have drawn cats my entire life and I never drew lambs before joining the cult of the lamb fandom. Also I wanna say a few things. I'm sorry for anyone's lambs I misgendered in the last post, also for aveloka this took me about 2 hours, one hour rough draft sketch another hour for full sketch/outline. And I think that's it for now... anyways, cats!

@oneofthosenightbees I love Narinder's cloak so much! very creative! and also thank you for the picture of my lamb! I squealed so loud i thought I woke my family @bamsara the face was hard but I loved drawing them so much, again cloak was really fun, the cloak on like all of these Nari's were really fun to draw tbh @cotl-flower-crown I love the fluffy cloak thing, and just how angry they look! @melled42 your lamb sadly didn't get into my last post since I started following you after I made that, but I drew your Nari! I love them very much and having them as a hairless cat is very creative! I love the idea!

@ballad-of-the-lamb I love how annoyed your Nari looks! and also their outfit was really fun! Also sorry about the lamb thing, idk which lamb to chose so i choose the first one i saw! but still, I love your Nari very much! @xmajordumps I drew them from when shamura was threatening them, I hope I did it well since you know, they were kinda covered in blood and all! but really fun shaped and all! they look so angry! (why are all the narinders so angy?) @slate021 I love drawing fluffy cats so much! I love drawing fluff in general and your Nari satisfied the fluff meter. @faery-the-diamond Yours is so simple and yet somehow so complicated, I love your AU and how the lamb is a crown and Nari pretty much needs to tend to everything in the cult, its kinda funny tbh, I love your Nari!

@acis-arts so adorable! They look like a child, I just wanna pick them up and kidnap them! (im gonna kidnap them) @neon-virus yours looks so nice, and such like a gentleman, so handsome! Can I adopt them? And if not can I kidnap them? And if not well too bad, their mine now @seffen yours looks like it's gonna take your eyes out and then watch you slowly die of blood loss... so in other words adorable demon that I wanna hold even if it hates me! @voidheartkisses Adorable! so innocent looking! I loved drawing them, their fluff, the ears also, I've never drawn ears like that before! @alllgator-blood Just like the lamb I love the shapes and I love how your Narinder's personality is like! It's so funny! @foxritz Yours looks grumpy, maybe it's just how I drew them? but the fluff was fun and also the ears were also quite different from what I'm used to so It was also fun to draw those!

@plenty-sheep-in-the-sea from what I know you don't have a lamb that is posted yet so sadly I couldn't draw a lamb for you in my last post! But your traumatized young Narinder is adorable! @unwri-ten I loved drawing them, they give such a sassy drag queen kinda vibe, if that make sense (?) @aubeezz Yours is adorable and fits with how I drew your lamb very well! I love the cheek fluffs! Adorable! @skyartworkzzz thank you for pointing out the gender thing, again I'm sorry about that! but moving on! Your Narinder was really fun to draw, the little cheek fluffs on the side remind me of my own narinders cheek fluffs! I also love the cloak! @rampantram Yours is absolutely lovely, I love your art style a lot! Just as fun as drawing your lamb! I look up to you a lot!

@ghosts-and-glory can yours age or does their fur just fall out? anyways! I love your AU, the storyline is amazing and when I first found you I sat there rereading like every comic kinda thing I could find on your account like 50 different times! @aveloka-draws Yes I'm ok. No it does not take long. I loved drawing your Nari, they look confused but pissed, and yet again all Nari's look pissed no matter what, the outfit is also really fun! I love drawing your style of characters, their so pointy and fun... if that also makes sense in anyway...?

Here is my Narinder! He's based off of a mink color point cat! So instead of being black, he's a brown cat with black smoked patterns, or known as the Siamese markings! He lost all memory of the bishops being killed and himself defeated, so Lamb helped him through it until he gained his memory back, and when he did he became a lot like Shimura. He was pretty much mindless in a way... I just wondered around aimlessly and wouldn't respond, sometimes he comes back but very rarely, Lamb worries about him a lot. the cloak was made by lamb as a welcome gift to make Nari feel for comfortable in the cult! Also the thing on Nari's finger is a butterfly! It's his butterfly friend! No name yet but if you have ideas but tell me, I'm terrible with names! Sometimes he has panic attacks which make his eyes cry blood, plus whenever he opens his third eye it instantly starts bleeding. He also has eyes on the palms of his hands but you can't see them at the moment, he can see how people die with them!

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Jealousy, Jealousy || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @lukearys DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: Rhaenyra Targaryen was known as the Realm’s delight, but her best friend Elys? She was given the name as the Realm’s desire. A story full of jealousy and envy; what happens when Elys takes the one thing away from Rhaenyra?

a/n: im so sorry for being away for so long but i just realised that part 2 was completely skipped and forget this was in my drafts.

P.t 1 P.t 2 P.t 3 P.t 4 P.t 5

previous

“There you are, where were you?” Rhaenyra whispers, eyeing her best friend. Elys was late and arrived during Viserys’ speech, which esrned a hard glare from her father.

Pulling her dress up to keep her modesty, Elys looks to Rhaenyra, “Don’t worry about it” She smiled before turning to the front again. Rhaenyra was stunned as her friend brushed her off, her eyes scanned her outfit.

Typical Elys, she thought. Always had to make everything about her, she wore a deep blue dress that cinched at her waist with a deep cut at the front. Rhaenyra was, without a doubt jealous of her best friend.

This jealousy seemed to have grown at the age of 4 and ten when Elys started changing, physically. But she often reminded herself that she was a Princess, the heir to the iron throne. They were now 22 and Elys continued to grow into a beautiful women.

Turning to the front, the two practically squeal at each other as the knights enter in the arena. From the royal box, Elys could spot her brothers who were also competing.

Her older brother was jousting first so he asked for her favour. Happily, Elys took a flower crown and stood up walking to the edge. She could feel the stares and hear the whispers close by as she smiled sweetly to her older brother. “Good luck to you, brother” She nodded as he thanked her.

It was safe to say that any knights who had asked Elys for her favour, won. Rhaenyra too had been asked for her favour, but Elys was asked more. She had a scowl on her face everytime a knight would ask her for the favour and not the Princess, it was her tournament.

But she kept a calm composure, until her uncle came. Elys watches Rhaenyra get all giddy when Daemon arrived on his black horse. She knew that Rhaenyra had a thing for her uncle, and she knew that the Targaryens practiced incest inorder to keep their bloodline running thick.

But she also knew that it would never be approved. Daemon had chosen Elys’ other brother, as he rode closer to the royal box, she stayed sitting as Rhaenyra happily ran to the edge to greet her uncle.

Elys watched as Rhaenyra talked to him until her face dropped, then she looked to you. “Elys” She called out making you walk over towards them. “Ah, Lady Elys,” Daemon smirked up at her.

“Now I know for certain that having your favour would all but assure me my victory, I have heard that all that asked for your favour has won” He smirked up at her as he aimed his lance towards her chest making Elys hum in slight annoyance.

Elys looked at Rhaenyra who stared at her, she had expected Daemon to favour her, his niece, not her best friend. Grabbing the prettiest flower crown, she watched as it slid down his jousting stick.

“My bestest luck to you Prince Daemon” She leaned against the railing, her cleavage on show more than ever. Daemon wets his lips before taking position.

At this point, Elys was still standing there whereas Rhaenyra sat down with a huff. Her blood was boiling. Why did Daemon ask Elys for favour and not her?

Rhaenyra watched with jealousy at Elys as the people around squealed and waved to her. Yes, Rhaenyra was a Princess, but it seemed even Elys was more popular than her.

Elys would always have knights and lords fawning over her. At every event they were at, they would rush to greet Elys.

The Princess would often remember their younger days, one without jealousy. Maybe it was terrible of her to say but she enjoyed it when Elys was a nobody. She was shy and Rhaneyra enjoyed the spotlight on her.

But then it changed. She would say it had started when Elys slept with Rhaenyra’s crush back then. She was filled with rage, as she was a Princess, she had to keep her maidenhood until she was married, but not Elys.

She was free to do whatever she pleased, her father was lenient with his only daughter. It was unfair, Rhaenyra thought. But she was born into royalty, not Elys. But you would think that Elys was royalty too.

Rhaenyra would watch her best friend stumble into her bed chambers, smelling of alcohol and a disheveled appearance. It was no secret Elys had people to entertain her.

“Are you okay?” Elys asks worriedly as she watches Rhaenyra snap out of her thoughts, “Yeah of course” She gives a small smile. She still loved Elys, there was no denying it.

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The sun shone on the two girls as they lay on the grads underneath the Weirwood tree. Elys had propped herself up with her arms as crosses her legs by her ankles. She wore a gold, off the shoulder dress.

“I think he’s quite handsome, don’t you agree?” Elys looks down at Rhaenyra, “He’s nearly 10 years older Elys!” She gasped as Elys throws her head back, “So? That doesn’t stop me” She shrugs as Rhaenyra cringes at the thought of her best friend fucking a man almost ten years older.

“You baffle me sometimes El” Rhaenyra shakes her head with a smile. “I should go, my father has his council meeting” She dusts the dirt of her dress as she waves and leaves.

“He’s a cunt you know” A voice startles Elys who sits up. “My Prince,” She slightly lowers her head. “That man you were speaking of? A fucking psycho” He mutters as he steps closer to the women.

“And what if I’m into psychos” Elys mocked leaning back down, her head slightly tilted as she gazed up at the prince. From the way she laid, her boobs were even more defined, nearly spilling from her dress.

“I heard you’re into lots of things my Lady” He crosses his arms as he watched Elys who looked like a goddess. “Mhm, from who?” She questions, already knowing the answer.

“I think you know,” Daemon grins. He thought of her as gorgeous. He liked everything about her. He had underestimated her beauty when he would hear of her stories.

“Tell me Elys, would you like to accompany me tonight?” Elys perked up at this, knowing what the Prince was implying. Seeing her reaction, Daemon smirked to himself. “It would be my pleasure” She replied lowly before reaching up to him.

Daemon pulls Elys’ hand causing her to stumble forward to his chest. She wasn’t fazed as Daemon held her there by her hips. “Come to my room after dinner” He whispered in her ear before walking away, leaving a confused Elys standing there.

next

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[seonghwanotes]

new years eve | jeong yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 953

a/n: this was originally a collab but i completed the ending bc the writer i collabed with had closed her acc so yeah, this had me thinking for a lil bit. ALSO THE GIF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im getting bias wrecked big time, i cannot imagine being yunhonotes 😭 (21 Aug 2021)

a/n: as i write this, it is 28th sept 2023 😭 had this in my drafts for a while, did not proofread at all so will just post this up for now x

It was finally the most awaited week of the whole year, Christmas week. It was a family tradition for everyone to start preparing for Christmas when December came by but this year round, you were away from your family and you were spending it with Yunho and his friends. Considering that everyone was busy with their own schedules and you finally got a break till New Years, you began your preparation a little later than usual.

But as usual, Christmas went by in a blink of an eye. Right after you had taken down the Christmas tree all by yourself, you let out a loud sigh, feeling a little sad. It certainly felt a little different since it was something you’d do together with your family members but it didn’t feel as lonely since you were with your loving boyfriend.

You grabbed your phone off the couch and took a picture of the now dismantled tree, sending it to Yunho who was at practice with the boys. Not even a second passed, he had seen your message and immediately called you.

“Oh, hello?”

“Y/N, how can you take down the tree without me helping you out? It must have been hard, especially with the upper part of the tree.” He scolded you, making you chuckle.

“Yunho, it’s fine. I was gonna do it by today anyway and I was free after you left so I just got it done. You would be home later anyway. I used a chair in case you were wondering.” You replied back, earning a sigh from him. You didn’t need to be next to him to see his pout and know that he was upset for not helping you out.

You waited for a bit as you sat down, grabbing your gifts you got for Yunho along with the gift wrapper. You set your call on speaker mode and put your phone down. You could only hear some of the boys whispering to each other but it wasn’t too audible since the background music was blocking their voices out.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t wait till you came home but tomorrow’s New Years eve! You know I don’t like keeping the tree up for longer than 3 days. Anyway, I’m going to the supermarket soon to get some stuff for our dinner tomorrow.” You told him, still not getting a response back. “Should I get champagne too?”

You and Yunho spent a homely Christmas together as everyone was with their family except for the two of you. It was not much but work has definitely made your lives much more busier, causing you two to not get presents for each other in time that you were doing it pretty late. Not that it mattered to you at this age but you felt bad for not carrying out a simple task.

You started wrapping your presents, occasionally glancing at your phone to see if he was about to end the call since he wasn’t answering you back. There was some light bickering among the boys but you couldn’t hear what they were talking about. “Jeong Yunho, If you wanted to help me out so badly, do me a favour and ask the boys what they would want for gifts or I’m wrapping vegetables for all 8 of you.”

Your threat seemed to slightly work as you heard Mingi chime at the other side of the call, “Ya, I don’t want vegetables this year. You better ask her for her size or I’m asking her myself!”

Size? Your size for what? You were about to voice out but Yunho cut you to it. “Well, that sounds fine. Go ahead, baby.”

“So you want me to get vegetables for them?” You questioned, earning a yell from Jongho.

“Y/N! Don’t listen to hyung! Get us what you feel like getting us except vegetables… what? Oh, no mint chocolate for Hongjoong hyung and Seonghwa hyung. We love you!” He yelled, making you laugh. These boys were enough to make you feel like you were at home.

“Not sure why I’m on speaker mode but okay.” You answered back, hearing someone getting a hard smack. You were about to end the call but stopped when Yunho called out. “Baby, wait! One more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Your hand is almost the same as San’s right?” The question almost came out as a whisper, Yunho knowing you would get agitated at that question since your hands were the size of a child compared to his delicate giant ones.

“You know the answer already. Why are you even asking this? Are you getting me a bracelet from Pandora or what?” You asked him, sealing the gift wrapper with a ribbon on top for Yunho’s gift, which was a Rolex watch and matching rings that you’ve been eyeing for a while now.

A silence was heard initially, then a voice followed along. “Yeah, would rose gold do?”

Your cheeks flushed, “Ah, um, yeah. See you later then. Tell the boys to be early tomorrow. Oh, I’ll get 3 bottles of champagne then, okay?”

“Okay, sure thing. Yes, 3 is fine. I love you.” Yunho replied, sending a kiss through the call.

“Love you too.” You responded and ended the call.

One gift wrapped and there was more to go. You sighed, pushing them away for awhile and opened your laptop to surf the internet, making a list on what to buy for the boys, wanting it to be meaningful as well. Even if Christmas wasn’t as joyful as you wanted it to be, New Years was going to be the most memorable holiday you had in a while and you couldn’t wait for it to arrive.

[listerbirdloml]

this was probably from ages ago but some fun asks for you; favorite lister headcannons? [I]

OOH idk man i’m shit at head cannons ALSO THIS WAS SAT IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT I POSTED IT

- well in my mind i always read him with a northern english accent and i’m not sure why. i know he’s from kent like Rowan + Jimmy but he just gives off northern vibes idk. and after learning that his dads scottish i can also see him using lots of Scottish slang terms.

- i think he’s a slag for a bit of pop too. Britney, Ariana, Taylor, Reneé, you name it. he gets a bit embarrassed though so he turns off his AirBuds when he wants to listen to girly pop music. he has the widest music taste out of the ark, so his Spotify wrapped is always mental. he posts them every year and not once has the same song appeared in his top listened to

- ik he’s not like blonde blonde but i think his natural hair is a lot darker but he’s been dying it blonder since he first met Jimmy and Rowan. when the ark are on hiatus he lets it grow out to his natural colour for a bit.

- he tried to grow a stache one time but Rowan shaved it while he slept. Also he didn’t know how to shave when he first met Jimmy and Rowan, so Pierro taught him. Pierro also taught him how to tie a real tie rather than use a clip on one.

- Joan LOVED lister. she would always fuss over him when he would come over. When he’d come round he would help her in the garden, but really he was terrible and Joan would always have to fix his mistakes. when he told her about how he and his mum would listen to albums together when he was little, she began showing him her collection of old records from when she was a teen/young adult. when she died she left Lister a few of his favourites. Lister keeps them hidden at all times so when he was hosting parties there was no chance they’d get damaged. after they stopped having so many people over Lister kept them displayed in the living room.

- i think that before he and Jimmy got together he had healthy and fun relationship with someone unrelated. it’s not anything ridiculously serious but it helps him see what he should realistically be looking for and what he deserves. it’s not like he’s using the person though, and he actually really likes them. they eventually end things amicably though, and stay good friends.

- it says on the WIKI article alice wrote for him that he has three half siblings. as far as i can think there’s no canon information about them other than that, so i like to HC that they are all from his dads second marriage and they don’t talk much since Lister hasn’t been to visit his dad in years. the ages are;

1.) Lister (19-20)

2.) a sister who’s like 17ish, she’s super embarrassed about the whole ark thing and is reluctant to rebuild a relationship with him again when he reaches out to her post IWBFT, because she remembers how he used to constantly fight with their dad when he’d come over for christmas / two weeks in the summer holidays. when they do start to reconnect and get closer she helps him bond with their dad too. (maybe she’s called Maya?)

3.) a younger brother who’s 13ish and a total TWAT. they look really similar and he’s just like how Lister was in school but he’s hilarious and really admires Lister. somehow he’s stupid smart though, even if he’s class clown. i think he reaches out to Lister when he’s still in the hospital after the incident. i also think it would be funny if the younger brother’s celebrity crush was Jimmy but his image of jimmy is completely shattered when he meets him properly. (i call him Brodie in my head)

4.) his youngest sister who’s like 7 who barely remembers lister but once they get closer she has him wrapped around her little finger. he almost bought her a horse once but Jimmy and Rowan had to remind him that a 7 year old who lives in a city centre can not logistically look after a whole horse. (i think her names Eilidh)

- the ark move from the flat into a house just outside london and he makes sure they all have a room so they can visit whenever they want to.

- after getting to know them better, he gets really close with Angel and Juliet. the three of them and Bliss have “girls” nights in the arks flat. when Listers hair grows they teach him how to pleat it. he gets really good and when he starts seeing his half siblings again he pleats his sisters hair for them)

sorry idk man i yapped a bit 🤷‍♀️

[evilgabe29]

Chapter 2: Magic Space Prospectors

Sir Lanyard Wayne did his best to not shiver in the cold air of Artagan’s port. He tried to keep his back straight, years of working in cramped guild ships had done a number on his spine. He hoped that keeping his back straight would maybe undo some  of the damage, so far it hasn't done much.

Two hours had passed since Vik arrived. there was still no sign of the heaver. the job listing had clearly reached the centers so what was taking them so damn long? right as he finished that thought he snapped out of his thinking. Lan had been doing this semi-regularly to prevent himself from getting snuck up on again.

Lanyard scanned the crowd of people milling about for someone who might be walking towards him. Unfortunately it didn't seem like anyone fit the description. Lan relaxed unintentionally letting some of his slouch creep back in. 

“Excuse me?” a voice came from behind him accompanied by a tap on his shoulder. 

Lan jumped back in surprise, reaching for his coat pocket where a Keno shard sat in a fiery magenta cloak draining into Lan’s gloved fingers, Kenek stain crawling up his arm just that little bit more. a force pushed up against Lan granting him weightlessness. Lan bounced off the ground like a skipped rock. giving him a good ten half-yards of distance between him and whoever scared him. His brain finally caught up with what his eyes were seeing. a woman stood on where he'd been, she wore a blue port guild uniform. Lan stopped his levitation by putting his Athos back into the shard in his pocket making it burn a brilliant cyan.  

“…you’re Wayne I assume?” the woman asked unfazed.

“Uhm yes, you can call me Lan,” he said, letting himself relax a bit now that he was sure he wasn't in any danger. “you're the heaver then?”

“Yes, you can call me Kali. is that your ship back there?” Kali asked, pointing to Theo behind him. 

“Hum? Uh yeah, my brother and i built it for fun, we call her Theo after the-” 

“Yes, I know who Theosunis is. A fitting name for her,” This surprised Lan, the common person didn't know much about the niche subjects that Lan found so interesting.

“Yep, anyway we need to get going, we only reserved so much dock time” Lan said, beginning to walk towards his ship.

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Lan opened the door to the ship making a loud squeaking noise. He heard a soft gasp from Kali as she entered. People always seemed to underestimate how big the inside was, sure a large amount was taken up with air storage and insulation but if you account for it you could make the inside as big as you want. Lan sighed seeing Nell passed out on the couch to his left.

“Did you and your brother really build all of this?” Kali asked behind him. 

“Well  Nell did most of the building, I did most of the designing and drafting,” Lan said, glad that he could finally boast to someone about it.

“Impressive,” Kali said, trailing behind lan

“Yeah it was quite the project.”

“So what's the plan? The job offer said it was a scouting job but that could be anything from looking for comets to looking for planets,” she said leaning against one of the bedroom doors. 

“I'll explain everything once we get the dasher up. ”Lan walked over to the rightmost room that he could see was locked and knocked on the beige metal door. About a minute later Vik stumbled out of the room after struggling with the lock for a few seconds, their light brown hair a complete mess, gray shirt that was a bit too big for them slipping down off of one shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm awake, I'm awake” Vik said, yawning. 

“You're the dasher then? How old are you, kid?” Kali asked 

“Hum? I'm eighteen, at least last I checked,” Vik responded, still very groggy.

“Really? You look quite young for your age”

“Thanks, I think it's the rat diet. Anyway, what's your name?” 

“I'm Kali, what's yours?”

“Oh right, im Vik, sorry i'm not used to having a name again,”

Lan walked over to the kitchen area, letting the two get to know each other while he went to make himself a coffee. He filled up the metal carafe with water till it hit the inscribed line, placing the jug onto the white heating plate that seemed to glow a very faint yellow. Now that they have a dedicated dasher they don't need to keep a constant level of Athos running in the plate to make it work but there was no guarantee Vik could heat objects so it would be best to play it safe. He walked over to the large yellow cloaked Keno engine at the front of the ship. putting his fingertips to it and sucking just a bit of Athos into himself causing him to glow a very faint cyan. After injecting Athos into the hotplate, the carafe began to heat up. Once the water boiled he removed the athos from the plate leaving just a little bit, and transferred it into the Keno shard in his coat pocket making it glow just that little bit brighter. He dumped a bunch of coffee grounds into the pot and let it sit for a few minutes while he listened to the conversation Vik and Kali were having.

“-i mean it's probably convenient to be small since you're a dasher, you would have less air resistance to worry about when running around” Kali said, taking a swig from her canteen she kept in her coat.

“I do wear a relatively large coat though, so that probably counteracts any benefit I get from being short. Anyway, could we not talk about my height for a bit. You said you're a heaver what's that like?” said Vik, leaning against a perpendicular wall to Kali.

“Oh it's alright, means I never really need to worry about how much I'm carrying. But i think it shines more with other Kenek since so many things are dependent on the mass of the object so having the ability to change that value makes just everyone’s jobs easier”

“Makes sense, by the way, where are you from? Your accent doesn't sound like you're from Artagan”

“I'm surprised you noticed, i'm from Kuralon, i thought i had adopted the accent pretty well” 

“You put too much emphasis on your ‘E’s and not enough on your ‘A’s, it's not that noticeable you still did quite a good job of adopting the accent. I've just always had a good ear for spotting those kinds of things. It's easier to steal from folk that that aren't from here”

“That makes sense. So you lived on the streets eh? How's that like?”

“Eh it could be worse, rats are abundant and more or less safe to eat, and the NDM have soup kitchens set up where you can get a bowl for a sliver which is pretty affordable and the food itself isn't too bad. Sleeping conditions are about what you’d expect. The most dangerous thing would probably be others trying to steal from you but as long as you look poor enough most will leave you alone. Also if sleep high enough up on the escapement ladders most won't even think about coming up there”

“Interesting i expected street life to be a lot worse”

“No, yeah, it's not too bad, although that's probably because the NDM wants a population that actually wants to work for them, if they treat people like shit then no one will want to work and then well the whole city goes to shit. By the way, what brought you to Artagan? Surly you didn't come for the scenery,”

“I actually came here with the Port guild when they needed more staff at the Artagan port. But then they ended up laying me off and I've just been hanging around for a bit hoping I could find a job that would get me off of here before I ran out of shards. I'm surprised that there isn't a bigger demand for Kenek on ships. I heard they made crafts that don't require Athos for propulsion but I thought they were rather expensive and a pain to maintain.” 

“From what i heard most civilian spacecrafts have Kenek that are either friends or friends of friends, and most commercial aircrafts don't tend to use the local job centers”

“Really that's good to know, makes me wonder what we signed up for here…”

Lan snapped out of his musings that most would call eavesdropping but hey what do i know. He put the lid on his carafe, put a new filter into it and poured it into two metal mugs, filling the ship with the smell of fresh coffee. He walked over to Nell who was still passed out on the couch. Lan tapped him on the head waking him up and handed him one of the mugs. He sat down next to Nell, mug clenched between his hands while he rehearsed his speech in his head.

alright, yall mind imagining that i used gender neutral pronouns for Vik in the first chapter? thanks.

oh and i absolutely recommend this vlog playlist if you're doing a long stint of writing, its really relaxing and honestly just people being nice to people, its really cozy.

anyway i need to tag a bunch of folk now eh?

first mutuals,

@ohnoitsslime @kaylinalexanderbooks @theeccentricraven

@illarian-rambling @beloveddawn-blog @caligusabs

@weird-dork37 @ratedn @leahnardo-da-veggie

@you-need-not-apply @elsie-writes @fwoofz

and now non mutual tags,

@mr-orion @squarebracket-trickster @the-ellia-west

[mooodyblue]

baby's first christmas | little!austin x cg!reader

summary: you decide to make you and austin's first christmas together a little more special.

requested: sorta!

warnings: agere, little space

wc: 806

a/n: this has been in my drafts since february. FEBRUARY. this was requested by an anon ages ago and im sooo sorry for just now posting it. like this was right when i started writing little!austin.....anyway. posting this because i havent posted in three days and i feel BAD !! writers block is kicking my butt. enjoy.

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not only was christmas your favorite holiday, but it was austin's too. what made it more special was that this christmas would be your first together. having moved in with austin several months ago, that meant you got to help decorate for christmas which was truly one of your favorite parts of the holiday. of course, there were some arguments here and there. one about wanting an inflatable snowman out in the front yard but austin wanting santa claus. you wanted white lights and austin wanted multicolored lights. at least you both decorated the tree with no arguments.

to top everything off, you learned about a new side of austin a few weeks before christmas after catching austin baby talking to a stuffie he had tucked away in his closet. he didn't know that you knew about that side of him. however, you wanted him to know that it was okay to open up to you about it whenever he was ready and by doing that, you decided you were going to spoil him for your first christmas together.

you could tell austin was really trying to hold it in on christmas morning. he was visibly excited, bouncing his leg up and down during breakfast and tapping his fingers on the table to fight off that feeling in his head. you just hoped austin didn't get upset at your choice in gifts today.

"i don't think i've ever seen you so excited." you chuckled, sipping from your christmas mug.

austin laughed awkwardly, "i just really like christmas, i guess." he toyed with his own mug, running his hands around it, feeling the smooth, warm texture of the glass. "it's our first christmas together, y'know?"

"mhm," you nodded. "first of many, hopefully." you joked, cringing slightly at your poor joke.

he looked at you with a straight face, squinting his eyes. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"bad joke. let's go open presents." you quickly said, leaving the kitchen.

austin shook his head and followed you, eyes widening at the amount of gifts under the tree. he'd gotten you a few things, but when he checked the tree last night, there definitely wasn't that many gifts there last night.

you sat down in front of the tree, grinning. "looks like santa stopped by."

austin looked at you confused, sitting down in a criss-crossed position. seeing the gifts, the idea of santa actually coming and bringing him gifts all mixed with the excitement of christmas was almost overwhelming for him. but he needed to hold it together, hoping he could find time to slip by himself later today. his thoughts were interrupted once you placed a small gift in his lap, smiling wide.

you noticed how off he was and decided to rip it off like a bandaid, having the first gift he opens be one for his little self.

he unwrapped the tiny box, careful of not ripping up the bow and setting the tinsel aside. panic arose once he opened it, revealing a small, glow in the dark paci with little stars on it. "i-what-" he stuttered, looking at you with concerned eyes.

"you don't have to tell me now. you can explain things to me when you're more comfortable, but i just-i don't know. gotta be better than just using your thumb, 's got germs and everything."

austin just wanted to cry. not sad tears, but happy tears. he just stared at the paci in awe, the feelings in his head finally coming together, as if it a switch were flicked on in his brain. his glassy eyes met yours, unsure of what to say. "'s not weird?" he finally asked, still in denial of how accepting you were of him.

letting out a gasp, "weird? of course not! i love my little baby boy, i would never think he's weird."

his lips perked up at you saying the words, pointing at himself.

"yes that's right! you're my baby boy and i love you so so much." you smiled. "in fact, how about another gift? hm?" you dug through the gifts and handed him another one, a slightly bigger box wrapped in santa themed paper. he opened it excitedly, gasping and pulling out his new plushed friend, a puppy with brown flappy ears. "did santa bring you a new friend?"

too far gone in his headspace to reply, he hugged the stuffed, plush puppy close to his chest as bounced happily, babbling tiny little 'thank you's. you'd never seen austin so happy and so comfortable around you. although you had gifts for big austin as well, seeing little austin enjoy every single plushie, toy, and sippy cups that you had gifted him as a way to show you cared was all you needed to make this christmas the best one you've ever had.

[jisungiesunshine]

Lonely St. (Chanlix) Pt.1

Authors note: This was a draft on my wattpad that never came to be anything. It was orignally suppose to be a Meanie (seventeen) 16 chapter story but i wanted to add some love to the Chanlix comunity!! Thank you for checking it out~ love ya!

~SungieSunshine

~•°•~~•°•~

Description: Chan Hyung, please. Y-you know I cant s-stay. Dont m-make it harder for the b-both of us-"

"You cant go! P-please dont go. Your all I have! I cant, i c-cant loose you.."

Or

In which when a young child passes, there given a chance to help another child in need.

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'Walking dowm the road falling down, Im falling down the street is desolated. When I have time to black out again, I spaced out the street is isolated. Still astray, astray, astray. just stuff it all 'cause I'mma go on my way.'

Felix loved nature. One of his favorite things to do was climb the biggest tree he could find and read whatever book he had with him. His Mother always told him he should go out and make friends, but he was fine with being all by himself. His favorite tree was the big oak tree in his back yard. The branches where twisted well enough on top to where he could sit comfortablly on top of them.

He went to his favorite tree one afternoon to read the book he had with him. The orange, pink and yellow colors in the sky blended perfectly together. Felix loved it when the colors made the sky its canvas. He put his book in his mouth and started climbing. One foot after another he was making it to the top, not bothering to look at his footing. Hes climbed it so many times he doesnt need to look where hes going. He was almost there, almost to his favorite spot when he heard the branch beneath him shift. Before he could react, it gave way underneath him and he lost his footing. He fell, fell, fell, until he couldnt see the canvas in the sky anymore.

When Felix woke up, he was in the clouds. Quite literally. He stood up and in front of him was strange tall man sitting there in what looked like a thrown wearing white robes. He gave little Felix a small but warm smile

"Hello little one, you must be Felix?" The man said in a calming voice. Fleix, scared to death didnt know what to do. He tried to run away from the man but was stopped, frozen in place. "Oh dear! Im sorry I didnt properly introduce myself." He spun Felix around until he was facing him and sat him down. "Dont worry little one, your safe here. Your a very special boy you know. My name is Jisoo. I have a task for you." Felix didnt want to do any tasks, he wanted to go home.

"Wheres my mommy?! Take me home now!" He cried, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Jisoo looked at him saddened. "Im sorry little one, you cant go home. You fell from that tree and you've passed away. Remember when I said your a special boy?" Felix nodded hesitantly. "Well, sence you've past away at a young age, I like to give you a chance to help others! Like a Guardian Angel. You and others like you are called Guardians, and you guys are assigned what we like to call Strays. Your assigned your Stray and your with them until they turn 16. I have your Stray assigned for you here." He pulls out a small ball of light and Felix shifts away.

"Come closer, sweetheart." So Felix did, crawling a bit closer to the strange orb. When he takes a closer look at it, he sees a young boy, maybe a bit older then his is, playing in his room by himself. He looks... Sad. Lonely even. He looks back up at Jisoo. "Whos that?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "His name is Bang Chan. Hes 8 years old. A little bit older then you but I know you guys are made for each other! Hes alot like you and you'll love him I know it! So Felix, would you like to meet your Stray now?"

Felix looked at Chan again, feeling bad for the poor boy. Maybe.... He could try? He looked back up at Jisoo and nodded. Jisoo gave him a big smile. "Perfect! Now, before you leave I must tell you some very important things." Jisoo put out the ball of light and sat down, which made Felix sit down too. He cleared his throat.

"Now, there arent really any rules you have to follow, just some basic things you should know. If you ever want to talk to me say my name three times and you'll appear back here. Like I said, your only with Chan until he turns 16 and after that he cannot see you until he passes away too. You can see other Guardians like you everywhere, but when it comes to the living, Chan can only see you. To him, you look like an every day kid but your invisable to everyone else. Thats the infomation you need to know, do you have any questions?" Felix thought for a moment but shook his head. "Great little one, now if you need me remember to say my name 3 times alright? Now, go make little Channie happy!"

Felix smiled to himself. 'I cant wait to meet you, Chan Hyung!'

[boysdontcryboycry]

lol peer reviewing my own tags but i keep having thoughts. super super tangential thoughts im so sorry

so i was theorizing about dick the other day and between this post and linda hamilton being cast as ???????? (rosemary :3) i'm reworking those thoughts a bit. and i'm thinking about how linda hamilton is currently 66. and tim curry is 77. and thinking about how rosemary is 99.9999% likely to be dead. and thinking about the one (1) photograph that we have that might just be of rosemary wheeler.

the photograph that was on nancy's wall, making it likely that nancy is the baby. making karen in her early-mid twenties and ted in his early-mid thirties, while nana wheeler looks straight geriatric. somewhere around eighty at least.

i think ted was born very very late. as in his mother nearing her fifties and his father hurtling toward sixty. and i still think dick wheeler was in some sort of military service, as yet another thing that runs in the family, but now i rather think he was in wwi, not wwii. and maybe instead of being paralyzed at war, he suffered from some stroke or aneurysm as elders are more likely to do, which confined him to his wheelchair in his ridiculously bestaired house, on top of ptsd from thirty years prior, leading to what i believe to be his suicide. another thing that runs in the family.

i may be getting into cornplating and just straight making things up atp but who cares we ball we've got like two more years of this hiatus minimum, but. i also don't think ted was an only child. we know that the kids have a cousin joanna. that's it. we don't know which side of the family she's on, only that she's likely on the young side as nancy gave her a stuffed animal. neither karen nor ted make any mention of a sibling.

given the age gap between my dick fancast and the actress likely cast as rosemary wheeler, and the fact that it would perpetuate yet another pattern for wheeler men, i think dick and rosemary met not long before the us entered ww1, when rosemary would've been mid twenties and dick mid thirties, before he was ineligible to enlist or be drafted. and i think they were both involved, dick fighting on the western front and, just for funsies, rosemary joining the army signal corps as a hello girl,

plus the whole thing with the supercomms, love intergenerational aptitude for radio usage, give mike something in common with his grandmother for once. this is a threat.

(sidenote i'm becoming increasingly convinced rosemary's family is french)

n e way. dick and rosemary courting before the war. maybe meeting again over the wire, alongside letters. and then finally reuniting and getting married in 1919. and having their first kid pretty quickly. and i think she was a daughter.

i'll be the first to admit i will always think that karen is alice, it says so in my blog description, this isn't about that but it does contribute to my being incapable of thinking that s3 nana that is alive and able to be worried about and able to call is simply not karen's mother. and karen, while vaguely alarmed, did not seem particularly concerned about nana like one should be about their own mother. rather more like a mother-in-law that you can't hate but who doesn't really like you. and yet rosemary is dead. her urn has sat on the mantle since the first episode, and she was already ancient in 1967. and so i, in an entirely unnecessary and convoluted fashion, have decided ted wheeler has an older sister.

nearly 20 years his senior, she would have moved out by the time he was born, or very close to it. left home and married with her own kids on the way by the time her little brother started forming memories. ted having a niece or nephew close to his own age, raised and treated much more like cousins. and it's that kid who is the parent of cousin joanna. sister wheeler would've been a second matriarch under rosemary, especially after dick committed suicide and left rosemary a widow, and likely the closest thing to a grandmother the wheeler kids would've known, going by just how goddamn old rosemary is in the above picture and the likelihood of her living much longer past it. cancer granny and all.

Wait was is the first wheeler family photo that El sees in s1 when she calls Nancy pretty?

[sodrippy]

phew talk about a late rush job, thank you @claudiablack my becherished for tagging me in the gifmaker challenge thingy idk what its called mwah<3

ive actually recently switched up how i colour gifs anyway so i kind of cheated and didnt do a “different” style. usually id manually adjust the levels, tweak the colour temp to get a Look i liked, push the sat and call it a day, but recently ive been inspired by THEE colour king kiera to push that a little bit and get a more high-sat stylized look which is so so fun

ive also started to use masks a little more, usually to hue change the bg without messing up the subject of the gif, but for example in the bottom gif on the right, i used a mask to brighten the shadowed half of the character’s face without blowing out the highlights

i think all my gifmaker friends have been tagged in this but if u havent please do id love to see ur stuff mwah!

[kristenbeeapples]

tagged by @tweetsongs to post 5 OTPs from 5 different fandoms and then tag 5 people ! tagging ppl makes me anxious but if u want an excuse to yell about otps please feel free to say i tagged u lol

1. Figayda, Fantasy High - i mean, obviously. obviously. they’re the reason i started this blog bc my friends weren’t caught up and i NEEDED to talk about them. transitive best friends, excellent girls whom i love, incredible, 10/10.

2. Tara/Willow, Buffy The Vampire Slayer - ooh boy. the first time i saw girls kissing on tv i think??? life changing. love them. fuck joss whedon for a lot of things but mostly for breaking my baby gay heart in s6 :( 

3. Villanelle/Eve, Killing Eve - im wayyyy behind on the curve in that i literally just started watching this last week but like. holy shit am i invested.

4. David/Patrick, Schitt’s Creek - patrick’s bday episode makes me cry every time i watch it. also david wearing a suit/skirt combo to their wedding is iconic and gay/lesbian solidarity bc i have worn v similar things lol

5. Ruby/Sapphire, Steven Universe - another of the first queer couples i’d seen on tv!! and in children’s media!! mind-boggling. 

[finalgirlfae]

Late Nights (Request)

@coiixoxo (sorry it took ages)

Shawn Hunter Smut

takes place in season six, porn w a plot

warnings: smut (obvi), fem!black reader, switch!shawn, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink (if u squint)

...

“shit, ‘m sorry.” shawn muttered, kissing down your neck, sucking on those extra sensitive parts that made you squirm.

“shawnn,” you whined, parting your lips and letting out a moan as he slipped his hands underneath your shirt. you weren’t wearing a bra, so this made it extra easy for him to pinch your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumb and middle finger.

“let’s get these off..” he said in reference to your clothes. shawn was in your dorm, snuck in through the window late at night, wanting to feel you wrapped around him more than anything. 

he grabbed your hips, digging his fingers under the band of your panties and pulling them down. on instinct you spread your legs, letting out a low whimper when his fingers teased at your clit.

shawn worked your body well. his lips kissed your neck, his left hand played with your boobs as his right toyed with your clit.

“you’re so wet..” he muttered pulling away from you which made you whine. shawn pulled off his shirt, kicking off the rest of his clothes in a rushed manor.

shawn moved against your headboard, taking in the sight of you sitting near the edge of the bed, boobs on display as you crawled over to him.

“fuck, come here.” shawn groaned, pulling you on to his body. one of your hands took place on his shoulder while the other slid into his hair. you looked shawn in the eyes as you placed your entrance on his tip- you both letting out the nastiest moans as you sunk down on to him.

“you’re so good to me.” he moaned out, throwing his head back. you smirked, removing your hand from his hair and on to his throat where the singular gold chain sat.

he looked a bit surprised as your grip on his neck tightened, walls doing the same as you worked hard bouncing in his dick.

you noticed the look on his face and smiled, rolling your hips and tightening your grip a little more.

“shit, if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum.” he slapped your ass making you squirm a bit.

“let’s hope it’s soon.”

shawn raised a brow at this. he flipped you two over, making you scream slightly as you were now on your back and he was on top of you.

“shh, you’re loud.” he muttered, sliding back into you. you tried tour best to keep quiet as he pushed your legs back, pretty much folding you into a breeder press.

the slamming of his hips against yours made your eyes roll to the back of your head. his chain dangles from his next right in front of your face and you felt that knot in your stomach tighten.

“shawnnn.” you whined. he knew you were close and nodded.

“go ahead, cum for me.”

that was all you needed to hear before your legs gave out and you came all over his dick. he followed soon after, cumming inside of you and then watching it spill out.

he rolled off of you, pulling the sheets over you both as you two caught your breath.

“…plan b?”

he nodded. “free at the clinic.”

•••

I LITERALLY FORGOT I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS IM SO SORRY OH MY GOD😭

happy holidays !

not checked for typos

request are open, i write for:

mcu, stranger things, boy meets world and newsies

[dckweed]

can you do a hurt/comfort or angst/fluff with reader x jonathan byers? preferably the reader comforting jonathan after maybe something to do with his father or will going missing or something? maybe like the reader reassuring him its okay and that they will be with him through all of it?

sad gal hours with this one :( hope you enjoy babes! sorry this took so long, my last post took it out of me lol.

p.s. im low-key in a dark mood so this might come out a little bit darker than i meant it too and im so so sorry

p.s. i had a whole lot written, more than what was below and then tumblr glitched and didn't save my draft so now it's shorter than what i meant it to be.

warnings: no age limit bc no smut, mentions of death, lots of sadness. ive been told that i have an unfortunate gift for making people very strongly feel the emotions of my characters, so this is your official warning that you may slip tears if ive done my job correctly today. also i generally don't proof read or edit so sorry for any spelling mistakes.

'.. THICK AND THIN..' jonathan byers x reader

It was a dreary, cold day in Hawkins Indiana. A large group of people clad in all black stood staring around a large, deep hole in the nearly frozen ground, a casket directly above it.

The Byers family were burying their youngest, a boy named Will, whom you had come to love deeply in your time of knowing him. He was like a little brother to you as well, you being a constant in their home as of late.

You stood next to Jonathan, your hand squeezing his tightly. You could feel how tense he was, you knew he was upset by his father's presence, he hadn't cared one damn bit when Will had first gone missing, so why did he even bother showing up now? Knowing Lonnie, and you knew the stories of course, it was probably because he wanted something, or was trying to take some kind of advantage of the distraught, heart broken Joyce.

You couldn't help but look around at all of the people who had showed up, the ones that actually did care about the boy and his family. You noticed Mike Wheeler just in front of you, tears falling from his eyes. You reached a hand over, squeezing his shoulder. You felt bad for the boys, you loved Will's friends, and it was clear how bad his bunch of goofball buddies missed him.

When the service was over, and everyone who came had finished saying their 'im sorry's' and had shaken Lonnie's hand, you and Lonnie managed to get Joyce and Jonathan to the car.

You didn't care for Lonnie, but you were thankful he was at least helpful in this situation. You say in the back with Jonathan has he drove, your hand gripping his tightly. You knew that he wanted to break down, but he wouldn't let himself because his mother was already a crumbling broken mess big enough for the two of them, you had told Jonathan that you didn't mind shouldering the job of picking up everyone's pieces, but he wouldnt let you do it by yourself.

Once you were back at the Byers house you helped Jonathan inside, laying your coat on his bed before sitting next him after shutting his bedroom door. You could hear the bathroom door close down the hall, and the shower kick on.

Jonathan was stiff, and he had a hard look on his face. You could tell that he was trying very hard not to cry. Not knowing what else to do, you take his face in your hands, moving so you're sitting on his lap.

"Hey, hey...it's okay to cry, Jonathan.." You say, giving him what you hoped was a reassuring enough look, you felt his hands on your thighs, squeezing so lightly you couldn't even tell they were there. You moved your hands down to your shoulders, pushing his jacket off of them and down his arms. "Come on, let's get you into something more comfortable."

You stood, moving off of his lap before going to his dresser, you pulled out a Tshirt and some pajama pants for him and moved back to him, he was still sat there unmoving. You give a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, running your hands through his hair before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off of his shoulders as well.

It took you a few minutes but after a while you had him dressed in a green tshirt and plaid pajama pants, you straightened up after putting his pants on for him and immediately he engulfs you in a hug, his arms wrapping around you to the point where you feel as if you're suffocating, but you don't tell him to let go, you wrap your arms just as tightly around him, letting your head rest against his chest.

His mouth his pressed to the top of your hair, and you feel his body shake as he lets out a sob, and then another one, and before you know it, you're collapsed on his floor in a heap, holding on to him as tightly as you can, trying to comfort him as best as you can as he shakes and sobs and snots all over you.

It lasts for a while, you sit there happily until he calms down, moving his head into your lap as you go to play with his hair. You gave him a soft smile, looking at him almost sadly, you hated that he was going through this, that his mom was probably just as bad. You wished that you knew how to comfort both of them, that you could go back in time and fix this entire situation.

"Thank you..for everything." You hear him sniffle, his voice soft and quiet, laced with sadness. "You don't have to be here, Y/N, you don't have to care like you do, but you do and you have no idea how grateful i am every day that you're here.."

You smile, leaning down to kiss his head before tapping his cheek gently. "Hey, I made you a promise, remember?" You say, giving him a look. "I may have made it when I was drunk off my ass, but i still meant what I said...you're stuck with me, through Thick and Thin, remember?"

Jonathan shifts, looking up at you, his mouth opening as if he's about to say something, but he stops, both of you turn your heads towards his bedroom door as you hear shouting, and you both get to your feet immediately, the sweet moment ruined.

[aquanova99]

Homework (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: you and Spider-Man were definitely the youngest avengers in the tower. Peter has a much harder time saying no though, thankfully you’re there to offer some support

A/N: this has been in the drafts for awhile Sorry if it’s kind of a mess! 😬 thank you to anyone who took time to read this anyway 💚

“Kid, come on. We don’t have all day.”

“Sorry Mr. Stark. It’s just—I kinda have to get…” Peter had a huge stack of papers and he was fumbling all over the place. You grabbed some of the things that were falling and handed it back to him

“Thanks, y/n.” He whispered, you just nodded and tried to give hun a reassuring smile.

“Look you wanted to be an avenger right? The team needs you to take this seriously.”

“Tony’s right kid, we have to make sure people don’t get hurt.” Steve said.

“No, I get that. Its just—”

“Alright, come on. The teams are going to be splitting off into pairs for this mission. You and y/n will be in charge of gathering intel. Your powers work the best for that.”

“Oh, okay. Uhm I was wondering what time and maybe how long because I still nee—”

“Come on, spider man. Focus. We start tonight. We will leave the tower at midnight. You guys will start a couple hours later, when there’s less guards.” Nat debriefed

You noticed Peter start tapping his fingers on his legs. Poor kid couldn’t get a word in. The two of you were the same age but he always seemed so innocent compared to the rest of group. It sometimes made him seem younger. You’d hate to see that light dim. The two of you were the best when it came reconnaissance and were often paired together, he was able to go through rooms soundlessly. Your ability to turn invisible was great for planting cameras and getting closeup information.

“Y/n. You think you can actually take charge this mission. Parker doesn’t seem to be all there.” Tony teased. You noticed Peters lips tighten. There was something going on. You couldn’t afford to have him distracted, but no one was letting him speak. You just nodded to Tony.

“Talkative as always I see.” Tony said. You just shrugged. You were lucky that the team didn’t need you to actually speak for the most part. You were known for being all but silent unless you were in trouble or needed help. You tried not to talk to anyone and save it for when it was important… helped them actually listen to what you were saying. You’d rather observe. Besides everyone kept talking over each other and it annoyed you. The group left after giving you and Peter the instructions for tonight. The two of you stayed in there going over your own files. You could see Peter tapping a pencil to the table while he was reading.

:I’m sorry Y/n. I promise I wont let you down tonight. Its just—I don’t know. I’ll get it together tonight I swear.” He started to leave, you debated letting him go but something told you there was a lot more than just nerves

“Peter wait.”

If it was anyone else they may not have heard it, your voice came out soft but Peter had enhanced senses after all. He turned around slowly. You could see the shock on his face that you were actually talking to him. “Di-did I miss something? Do you want to go over what we’re doing tonight?”

“No, Peter. Breathe. Whats going on?”

“Nothing, I’m just…distracted.”

“By?”

He sighed, “I’m just overwhelmed.”

“Is it the mission? If its getting to be too much I’m sure its okay if you take a night off.”

“No! Its not the missions. Its just everything else. Aunt May is freaking out because I’m gone all the time, I don’t see my friends at all, Im still going to college and I’m just exhausted.” You’d forgotten Peter was still in school. You were strictly used for recon, you could protect yourself if need be, but you weren’t the best fighter. You had time to study, Peter was out all the time, poor guy needed a break.

“Are you falling behind in school?”

“Not yet. I have finals and essay due soon. I haven’t been able to start any of the essays or have time to study.” He sat back down next to you, “If I do have time, I’m basically playing catch up.”

“Peter, whens the last time you slept? Like, a full eight hours?”

“I’ll be honest I don’t remember at this point.”

You felt your anger start rising. How could Tony and Cap not see how far they were stretching this guy. You saw how hard it was getting him to keep it together. “Okay, come with me.”

You made sure no one was around before you led him to your room. You knew it was the weekend so he shouldn’t have class today anyway.

“Uhm whats happening?”

“I know you said you should see your aunt and you should but you need to sleep. No one bothers me, so get some sleep. I’ll wake you if you’re cutting it close to the mission.”

“No y/n, I cant ask you to do that. Plus I should really just try and get my stuff done.”

“Look I’m almost done with my essays and finals should be a breeze. I promise I’ll help you after the mission. But you cant focus on either if you are tired, it will make you sloppy.”

Peter considered this for a moment and before you could protest brought you into a hug. “Thanks, y/n.”

You felt the blush creep onto your cheeks, “uhm yeah. Don’t worry about it, now sleep.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Hmmm, I’ll finish up my last couple of essays, so I can help you later. I have a feeling Tony and Steve have no idea how much they’re pushing you.” You grabbed you laptop and got ready to head out to the main room. Peter reached out to grab your arm.

“Wait! No way am I kicking you out. You can work in here. I’m not a loud sleeper, I promise. You can sit on the bed I wont take up any space.”

“Peter, the whole point is that you’re comfortable enough to sleep.”

“Y/n, I could sleep standing up at this point. I’ll stick to one side that way you can work. Its only fair.” You still hesitated, “Please?”

“Okay.” Peter smiled and you noticed how he just now let go of your arm. You sat with your legs crossed at the head of your bed, and let Peter have the rest of the bed. It took him maybe a minute before he was out. After a few hours you finished everything you needed to for school. Now, you could help Peter. The thought brought a smile to your face. You couldn’t let yourself get distracted. Peter would never think about you like that, until today the two of you hadn’t exchanged more than a few words to eachother. You got up as quietly as possible and left your room, you needed to try and clear your head.

You headed to the kitchen and grabbed yourself some cup of noodles. You were finishing up when Tony came in.

“Y/n, you seen the kid?”

You shook your head and tried to look as naïve as possible. Tony sighed and got himself a cup of coffee.

“You don’t think hes going to get himself in trouble this mission, right?” Your head snapped up when he asked this, “He seems out of it today.”

You rolled your eyes. So he does notice, “He’s fine.”

“Well, if you say so. Then he must be. Don’t know why he was so nervous for this mission though. He’s never been that way before.” God if he only knew what Peter was trying to hell him earlier. You just shrugged at him.

“Great chat y/n. Your conversations are stirring as always.” He said sarcastically

You laughed to yourself and got up to pick up after yourself. You fixed up a pb&j, a small bag of chips and got two water bottles. You headed back to your room. If you hadn’t been so focused on making sure that Peter had something to eat you would have noticed that Tony was still watching you from the other room sooner. Those things didn’t usually slip past you. You knew you couldn’t let your emotions start clouding you. You promised after he was all better you would snap out of it. You were just worried about your teammate, that’s it. You repeated that all the way back to your room. Peter had been asleep for a little more than five hours, you decided he could go back to sleep after he got something to eat. You sat the food on the night stand and tried to gently shake Peter awake.

“Peter. Wake up sleepyhead.” You whispered. You were being gentle but he still jumped awake

“Am I late? Do we need to go?”

“No, its okay. You just need to eat. You can sleep a few more hours after that.”

“Oh my god, you’re a saint. Thank you for all this y/n.”

“sure, no big deal.” God, get it together y/n. “Sorry to wake you.”

“No, I missed breakfast so this was perfect actually. I feel like I slept better than I have in months.”

“That’s just because you haven’t slept in months.”

“Maybe.” Peter looked up at you, “Hey, y/n why don’t you…I mean is there a reason—”

“Is there a reason I don’t talk?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be rude.”

‘No its fine, truth is I just don’t see any purpose in it. I mean how many times do the others talk above you? At least I know if I say something they at least take what I say into consideration. I’m surprised you haven’t blown up on them yet.”

Peter got quiet while he ate, “Do you think I’m annoying?”

You couldn’t hide the shock on your face, “What?”

“Well, I know I ramble. Mr. Stark and Doctor Strange have said I talk to much. I can’t get anyone to listen to me… I’m doing it right now aren’t I?”

“You’re not annoying Peter. You do ramble but its…” you had to stop yourself from saying cute, “…endearing. And Tony doesn’t think you’re annoying either he just thinks whatever he’s saying is more important. You do need to stand up for yourself though. Otherwise, you’re never going to be able to get a break.”

“You know kid, shes right.” Both of your heads snapped to see Tony coming into your room. “You know you’re not the only observant one, y/n.” you were quiet again. This time out of shock

“I’ll talk to Cap, I’m sure Vision and Wanda can handle tonight. You two relax tonight” He turned around and left.

The two of you were speechless for a moment.

“Well, at least you can head home and start knocking out your projects.” You offered.

“Yeah…I was kinda looking forward to the mission tonight.” He said quietly.

“Really?” You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face, “why?”

“It’s the only time we get to hangout. Even if we don’t usually talk, its nice being around you, I guess.” You looked down to the ground trying to calm yourself down and ignore the blush on your cheeks again.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I know I have to get all my work done, but Mr. Stark did say we should relax. So would you maybe want to watch a movie with me. Maybe?” His voice was getting shyer with every word.

“That sounds nice actually.” But did he want to watch as friends or???? “You don’t think you’ll fall asleep?”

He smiled and walked towards you “Maybe, but at least it will be with you this time.”

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hey there babe 👉👈 dropping by to request a bokuto oneshot (because bokuto brainrot go brrrr) with him being the simpleton idiot that he is, showing off his s/o to his teammates (because that makes me weAK)

babe!!! my love!! you’re so right bestie

bokuto is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰

one bokuto oneshot coming right up for my wifie 😏

bokuto x f!reader

warnings: none :) himbo bokuto, fluff, aged up! time skip spoilers!!!!!

a/n: ASTER I AM SO SORRY PLEASE THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A WEEK AND I FORGOT AND THEN I FOUND IT AND THEN I WAS LIKE ‘how to write cute’ AND YEAH. IM SORRY IT WAS SO LATE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

You pulled down your blouse, anxious as you drove. 

The smell of the bento boxes in your truck made your stomach rumble, and you let out a small nervous smile. You had made bento boxes for Bokuto’s team, hoping that the food would help your first impression. Though you had been dating the outside hitter for almost a year, you had yet to meet his team. 

For the first couple of months, you both decided it was best if your relationship was kept lowkey, especially since Bokuto was a famous volleyball player and the last thing you wanted, was his image tainted. You knew your boyfriend was loved by many, men and women alike, and you were fine with keeping this quiet. 

You and Bokuto, and your families both knew you were dating, and for you, that was enough. For Bokuto, however, he wanted everyone to know. He wanted to flaunt you, show everyone that you were his and he was yours. He wanted to love you everywhere, he wanted to make sure you knew that he was proud of you and that he loved you outside the comfort of your home. 

You knew he did. There was no way he didn’t. Bokuto was the easiest man to read, and you loved that about him. 

The only thing that changed your mind was the conversation you had with Bokuto last night as he laid on top of you, his head resting on your chest. 

“ ‘m just sayin’ babe. My team will love you! I think you should meet them! They’ve heard so much about you, only fair there’s a face to the name.”

You choked on your water, staring down at Bokuto. Your eyes widened as he looked up at you with soft eyes. 

“Kotaro, what do you mean they’ve heard so much about me? You told them?”

Bokuto laughed and pressed kisses to your collarbone. 

“Of course, love! You’re my s/o, why wouldn’t I talk about you? Even my barber knows about you!”

You stared at the man with so much love in your eyes. Bokuto loved you, and he didn’t hide it from anyone. 

Why did you?

You pulled into the gym that Bokuto practiced in. It’s not that you were scared to meet his team, you were nervous as to what would happen after his team found out. You went to every game Bokuto played and you always sat in a seat he could see you in, and every time he made a nice hit, he would look towards you and smile. 

The media had tried to find this ‘mystery person’ but they gave up. Now, once the team found out, so would everyone else. 

And that scared you. 

You parked your car and slipped out, walking to your trunk. You grabbed the two bags that had the bento boxes and you quietly made your way to the gym. 

Bokuto had no idea you were coming, and you hoped that everything played out as you hoped. 

You walked down the dark hallways, walking straight to the gym that had your boyfriend in it. 

You turned a corner and immediately froze, stepping back into the shadows. 

“You seem awfully happy today, Bokuto.”

You didn’t recognize the deep voice that spoke, but you know it belonged to Sakusa Kiyoomi. Bokuto often talked highly of him, and you often watched his during matches, entranced with the way he moved. 

You leaned against the wall, hoping that Bokuto wouldn’t see you. 

“I am! Y/n said she had a surprise for me and I’m so excited to see it!”

Your lips pulled into a wide smile at the sound of Bokuto’s voice. He sounded so excited, and you hoped that this fulfilled his excitement. 

“You seem to really love this y/n.”

Your heart stopped, waiting for Bokuto’s answer.

“I do, Omi-Omi. She’s everything I’ve wanted and more! You know, I still get those butterflies in my stomach when she smiles.”

Your breath hitched and you tighten your grip on the bags, your fingers going numb at his words. Bokuto told you he loved you every day, but there was something endearing about hearing it behind your back, and so openly too.

Bokuto and Sakusa walked by you, walking right into the gym. You checked your watch. Their practice would end in ten minutes, and you wanted to show yourself before everyone left. With a deep breath, you quietly walked into the gym. You stayed against the wall and then walked up the bleachers, sitting down.

You put the bags down and kept your head down for a moment. You purse your lips, trying to see if your lip gloss was still on. You could hear volleyballs flying and slamming into the floor and the walls, and you could hear the loud chatter of the team.

With a deep breath, you lifted your head and laced your fingers together. You looked at the court and your eyes instantly met Hinata’s familiar ones. Hinata often came over with others Bokuto had gone to school with to play games or hang out. The orange-haired boy stared at you, blinked, looked away, and then looked back at you. His eyes widened and lightened up and he smiled, waving at you.

“Y/n-san!”

Your eyes widened as eleven heads turned to face you. Your face flushed and you lifted a limp hand, waving at Hinata. Your eyes shifted and met Bokuto’s wide surprised ones. You could see the way they shine and your heart squeezed in your chest when you realized that you did that.

You made Bokuto’s eyes shine.

“Baby!”

Bokuto threw the ball, running towards you. You didn’t even have time to blink before Bokuto was at the bleachers, leaning over to be closer to you.

Even though Bokuto was sweating, he still looked as breathtaking as ever. His hair was still up, some of it falling, his arms bulging in the tight shirt he was wearing, and his chest slowly heaved up and down. Bokuto smiled up at you, and you slightly leaned forward and smiled at him.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Wait, actually, don’t answer that. You’re here!” You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend. Beautiful and loving as he may be, but simpleton he would always be, and you would always love that about him.

You nodded as you used a napkin to dab away at the sweat on his face. “I’m here, ‘Taro.”

“What made you change your mind?”

Before you could say anything, Coach Foster blew his whistle. “Bokuto! Practice isn’t over yet!”

Bokuto smiled sheepishly at you and you tapped his cheek twice, smiling at him. “Go, finish practice and then change. You still have to introduce me to your team.”

Your words seemed to ignite something in Bokuto, because he blew a kiss your way, and then ran back. Your cheeks grew warm as you heard Atsumu Miya and Shion Inunaki tease Bokuto.

You made eye contact with black eyes, and when Sakusa gave you a very small smile before looking away, you relaxed. 

As soon as the manager blew his whistle, Bokuto was the first one in the changing room. This caused Atsumu to yell a loud “Slow down, loverboy!” which made you laugh.

You silently stood up and grabbed the two bags, walking towards the coach and the manager. You bowed and introduced yourself, handing them each a bento box.

When Bokuto flew out of the change room, his eyes landed on you laughing at something his coach said. Bokuto’s heart warmed at the sight. If his coach liked you, everyone in the world would like you, not that he had any doubt.

Bokuto skipped to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You paused mid-sentence, smiling at him, and then continued. Their manager laughed as she picked up a few papers.

“Your girlfriend is quite the storyteller, Bokuto.”

Bokuto's smile dropped as he heard his coach say those words. Horrified, Bokuto turned to your sheepish expression. “Please tell me you didn’t tell them that story, my love.”

Instantly, you put up your hands and shook your head. “NO! Never, ‘Taro, I would never.”

“What’s this secret story?”

You and Bokuto slowly turned and face face-to-face with Shugo Meian, Bokuto’s captain. You and Bokuto both hastily shook your heads, hands up as you spoke at the same time.

“Nothing!”

Hinata and Atsumu both grinned as their eyes met yours and you gulped.

Bokuto cleared his throat and pulled you close. 

“Team, this is my s/o, Y/n!” You smiled and bowed. The team all smiled at you, bowing their heads.

You saw Hinata eye the bags by your feet and you gasped. “I forgot! I, uh, made some food for all of you! I didn’t know what everyone liked so I made a bit of everything.”

The team all thanked you as you handed each one of them a bento box. You smiled and laughed and conversed with everyone with ease, and Bokuto watched you with adoring eyes. 

He stood a few steps away from you, giving you space as you got to know his teammates. He stood with his arms crossed, a soft smile on his face. 

He loved you so much.

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i wrote a fairytale au moment

my country has reached a terrifying level of disarray and i am scared. so i wrote some escapism (literally) for Joe and Nicky. i was even inspired by this to write a whole fairytale au fic!!! it is long-- like, my star wars fics level of long, and im very excited about it. it feels good to be excited about something lol. 

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His heart pounded in his chest, the nighttime’s dewy grass sending him slipping and sliding as he darted between the trees. He didn’t dare take his usual, well-trodden path. Not tonight— not if his father had sent anyone after him. 

The gardener’s cottage was on the edge of the palace grounds, where the lush, even lawns, sculpted shrubs and elaborate floral displays gave way to the foothills of the mountains. The ancient groves of chestnut trees were wilder, monuments to the artistry of a natural, unpruned life. Silver blue moonlight shone on their trunks, guiding Yusuf’s frantic steps as he dove deeper into the woods. He had slipped out of his chamber window without a sound that night— just as he had many nights before. There were no guards stationed out this far. He’d left the last of them blissfully ignorant,  back by the last of the rose trellises— he knew it, but the urgency of tonight was twisting him into knots. He had to be sure. He had to take all precautions. 

He couldn’t live with himself if he accidentally exposed this secret. 

Finally, the endless shadowy forest gave way to a familiar clearing. The iron fist clenched around his heart loosened some, and he heaved a deep breath he hadn’t known he was holding. 

The cottage was small. The roof leaked when it stormed, and the front door had gone crooked with age, providing a gale-force draft that rattled the windows on windy nights. The stones used to build it were near as old as the trees around it, starting to crack after weathering centuries of snowy winters and sun-baked summers. 

It was small, yes. But he knew that the bed was warm, that the verdant rows of growing vegetables smelled like earth and honey under the sun’s heat, and that he felt relaxed there. It felt more like a home than the Palace of Genoa, where he was all but trapped under the constant gaze of gossiping strangers. It was even more comforting than the silks and spices of home, across the sea where his family and his people ruled. 

His father had told him that he was accompanying him to Genoa to discuss trade imports between their kingdoms. He had said that they were to spend the year solidifying their connections with the Genoese royal family, drawing up important contracts— it's time you learned a thing or two about compromise, Yusuf. 

That was what he said. 

Yusuf rapped desperately at the door, a ragged half a sob punching out of his throat when he realized that he was finally there, on the flagstone threshold of someplace warm and safe, and— 

“What’s happened? Yusuf?” The door opened to the smoldering orange light of the hearth, the brightest lantern hastily lit by the sleep-ruffled man blinking owlishly at him. “You said it would be too dangerous to meet tonight, while you met with your father…” 

Yusuf would have laughed at his sweet face, if he weren’t about to cry from relief. 

“He means to marry me to her.” He said, shaping the words outside of his panicked head for the first time. They felt too loud in the quiet night, too starkly horrible against the pristine haven of the trees. “The Princess, she—“ Yusuf choked. 

Only now did he notice how his hands trembled, the way his vision was going steadily blurrier— he blinked against the heat building behind his eyes. The summer night was cool, but not cold, yet he still shivered. He shivered until a work-rough hand took pity on him. Nicolo reached out and pulled Yusuf into him, like he had all those months ago, back when everything changed. 

He pulled him through the threshold into the cottage, the floorboards creaking and the door swinging shut behind them as Yusuf spun around to immediately throw his arms around his love’s shoulders. The fog of sleep was gone when Nico’s pale eyes locked on his, suddenly and horribly awake. A hot tear broke ranks and burned a track down Yusuf’s cheek. 

Nico made a sad little noise. It rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest, a hum and a moan, the quiet syllable of no hidden in behind his teeth— like mourning. He cradled Yusuf’s face, his thumb brushing the wetness away. 

“When are you to be betrothed?” He asked, his voice hoarse, like the sentence had to be yanked out of him. 

Yusuf just shook his head, the thought of it flipping his stomach. “They intend to announce the engagement by the end of the summer.” 

Something broke behind Nicolò’s eyes, and Yusuf knew what he was thinking. They had barely a fortnight left. The arm around his waist squeezed tighter, pressing their chests flush. 

He could feel their hearts, pounding in time with each other. Usually it was a comfort, but it was a ticking clock between the two of them now. Their moments together were numbered. 

Nicolo shuffled them around after a few tender seconds— breathing each other’s air, stroking over each other’s backs, existing in shared space— and maneuvered Yusuf to sit on the edge of his bed. It was still warm, the covers rumpled. 

��I’m sorry to wake you. I just… I had to see you.” 

Nico shook his head, “No apologies, Tesoro.” He puttered around the room, stoking the fire from embers to flames before setting the kettle over the highest heat. He settled on his knees, knelt at Yusuf’s feet to study him face to face. 

He brushed Yusuf’s tousled curls off his forehead, and gazed into his eyes. His love’s eyes were a pale, silvery green, but tonight, they looked darker. In the dim glow of the cottage at night, they were bluer than usual, contrasted with the amber firelight. Yusuf leaned into his palm as it traced his hairline, down over his beard and jaw. Nico sat in silence, watching him with the gentleness of someone patient enough to watch the flowers grow. He was waiting. 

“I…” he didn’t know where to start, what to say, “She’s so… She’s so old.” 

Nico’s smile was unmistakably sad, little more than a quirk of lips, but his nod of agreement spurred Yusuf on. 

“It has nothing to do with her looks, really. She’s just so old, and so wasteful, and her gaze on me is so… I just… I understand that I’ve put off marriage as long as my father can take. But she’s 25 years my senior. Her children are my age, Nicolo!” 

He had told these things to his father— he had begged him not to go through with the arrangement, not to agree to the Genoese king’s proposal for his daughter’s hand. It’s already done, he’d said, it was arranged months ago. 

Yusuf had no choice in the matter. 

“I suppose it’s stupid that I was surprised.” He groused, his throat feeling tight and his voice thick. “It’s been so long since any of his children were more than bargaining chips to him— I’m not his son, I’m a new trade route.” 

The kettle on the fire began to whistle, but Nico was sure to take his hands and kiss his knuckles before standing up to fix their tea. 

Left to drift in his mind, Yusuf chewed his lip and floated through his memories, mentally listing the siblings that he’d lost to distant royal families. Only his eldest brother, Farouk, would never leave home. The throne was his, but what about the rest of them? What was the point of having children, of lovingly raising a family, if only to scatter them to the four winds in exchange for trade routes, dowries, and peace treaties? 

It would be different if Mama was alive, he thought with a despairing little whimper. She wouldn’t let him do this…

“Yusuf, breathe.” His love’s voice broke into his thoughts, calling him back from the tangle of his mind. A steaming mug of rosehips, mint and honey was pressed into his palm, and Nico took it on himself to mold his hand around the warm pottery. “D’you have it?” 

“If I say no, will you keep holding my hand like that?” Will you never let me go? he added silently, sure that his eyes were saying it all for him. Nico’s grip was warm and solid, and the calluses felt rough against him. It tethered him to reality, right there on his love’s bed. His pale gaze was soft and glimmering a little. Like he was going to cry. Like he couldn’t imagine saying goodbye to Yusuf anymore than Yusuf could bear the idea of letting Nicolo go. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, reaching out his free hand to card into his long hair. “Don’t let them take me, Nicolo— come away with me.” 

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. He didn’t mean to spring this half formed, half delirious, half perfect plan on him so soon after waking him up in the middle of the night. The words fell from his lips, unwarranted and chaotic, but suddenly he was desperate to go, run, and be free. 

Before he knew what was happening, the hot mug was lifted from his hand and Nico’s were on him, cupping his cheeks to slam their lips together. His waist was wedged between Yusuf’s thighs, his arms slipping down to wrap around him and tug his hips closer while Yusuf twined both of his hands into his love’s hair,  desperate and trembling with the need to have him as close as he could be. 

He nearly gasped with the need for air by the time they dared to pull away, but he missed his love’s lips the second they weren’t on his. Nico pressed their foreheads together, drinking in deep gulps of air, tear tracks wet on his cheeks and clumping his lashes as he fisted his hands in Yusuf’s tunic. 

Yusuf’s hands in his hair slid down to stroke gently along his cheeks, feeling the wetness and studying how it gleamed in the glow of the hearth. 

He held tight to Yusuf, fingers flexing in the fine fabric of his sleeping clothes. His jaw worked, jumping the way it did when he was holding his tongue. Everything about him was grim and elegant, as still as a statue. 

He was so beautiful, and so sad. 

“Why d’you look at me like that, Hayati?” He sighed, his own heart gripped in a terrible vice. 

Nico swallowed, lips twisted with concern for a moment before he finally sighed and said, “I cannot ask you to leave your life, Yusuf. You are of such importance—“ 

“I am the sixth child of the Tunisian King. Farouk is his heir, and he already has three children of his own. I am nothing more than a mountain pass into the north to my father. My people barely know a thing about me— to them I’m simply the handsome, unmarried oddity of the royal family. My love, you know the wealthy trappings of royal life have never been something I need— but I need a life where I am appreciated and loved for who I am! I need simple comforts and a partner to walk hand and hand with through life. I need you, Nicolo.” 

The fire crackled, and the cottage was quiet. Yusuf’s chest heaved, and tears streamed down Nicolò’s face. His bright eyes shone with a reverent light, like he had in the early days of falling in love— like he still did, in the pale morning hours when Yusuf was still half asleep by his side. It was as if he was falling in love all over again. Awestruck and grateful, his eyes looking like glimmering, full moons as he beheld Yusuf like a fallen star. 

It took a long moment for Nico to find the words. Yusuf stroked his hair, hands still trembling from the adrenaline, even as the knots in his gut began to loosen. 

“Yusuf, you…” he trailed off, rose back up on his knees and kissed him like an act of worship— firm, tender, salty with tears and trembling just as much as Yusuf was. Nico pulled slowly back, just far enough to nuzzle their noses and look him in the eyes. “I have never loved anyone the way I love you.”  

“Will you come with me?” 

“To the ends of the earth. Yes, Tesoro.” He sucked in a breath and let it out long, in a sigh that seemed to clear out all the corners of Yusuf’s cluttered mind. And then, he smiled. 

Nicolo was a man of intricate reactions. There was beauty in each and every one, but it was a private, special thing to see that broad, happy grin. 

“Drink this while it’s still hot— it’ll help your heart calm itself.” He fussed, pressing the mug back into Yusuf’s palm, and this time, he took it gladly. Nico stood to his full height, standing over him where he sat for a brief moment while Yusuf didn’t dare take his eyes off of him. Looking back down at him with the glow of something divine in his eyes, Nico bent himself down to press a soft kiss to Yusuf’s brow. 

“Well, my Prince— where shall we go?” 

Yusuf grinned back, something bright and hopeful growing in his chest. 

They had planning to do. 

********

Yusuf gazed up from where he laid in the glen, soft grass and wildflowers under his feet. The sun dappled the forest floor, streaming down into the parting of the trees where the cottage sat. Nico flickered his lips into one of his barely-there smiles as he gazed down at him where Yusuf had pillowed his head on his thigh. 

Summer was nearly done. The full, green leaves were burnished gold around the edges by the hot sunlight; the garden smelled heavy with ripe harvests and vibrant flowers; and— on the far side of the palace grounds, beyond chestnut groves and manicured lawns, and terraces— the home of the King was glittering with silk flags and banners for the harvest ball. The last days leading up to the festival were certain to be wildly busy— there wouldn’t be a single moment where Yusuf could slip by unnoticed. Nicolo would be fussing about in the palace gardens with last minute preparations from dawn to dusk. 

Usually, Yusuf would be tearing his hair out from the stress. He couldn’t stand the pomp and circumstance, the endless preparations of a ball. He spent hours per day, standing stock still and poked with pins while he was fitted for another itchy, Genoese costume. King Vincenzo was seeking out any opportunity to discipline the palace staff, and the courtiers got particularly insufferable as the long awaited date came to peacock around at the height of their finery. Even back at home, festivals were terrible, but in Genoa, Yusuf’s father had become even more strict. You are representing our kingdom! Act like it! was the most common phrase, hissed into Yusuf’s ear for the most minor infractions. He was constantly watching him, his shrewd eyes looking for any moment to say stand like royalty, Yusuf— shoulders back. 

He hated standing on ceremony and the never-ending scrutiny— but, this time was the last time. His escape was in sight. He didn’t complain a single time about the drapes of scratchy, heavy fabric piled on his shoulders, or the way standing with such rigid posture made his back ache. He took each new indignity with a smile so gracious that even his father was smiling back. 

Thinking of Nicolo made every pinprick more bearable. Lying there in the sun, eyes closed to bask in the warmth, he thought about the expertly packed saddlebags under his love’s bed. He listened to his soft humming— a tune Yusuf had only heard when he was rearing his most delicate seedlings, or on their quietest, gentlest mornings together— and the way it blended into the sounds of the birds. 

Yusuf had never felt so certain of his path. 

He was so content that he didn’t notice that the fingers twining their way through his curls had gone until they must have been missing from him for quite a while. He cracked open one eye, peering up at his love with mild accusation. Nico wasn’t paying attention to his pouting lips, though. 

Sitting up to get a better look at him, Yusuf found Nico’s deft hands full of colorful flowers. He weaved their stems back and forth, his steady gaze flicking over to Yusuf with a sparkle in them. 

“If I didn’t know you like I do, I’d have thought you’d fallen asleep.” He chuckled. 

Yusuf sat close to his side, able to look over his shoulder and study the intricate bouquet. “What a beautiful braid.” He murmured, awe in his voice. 

Some of the blooms were the small, wild ones that grew in the glen, poking out between the wide circles of bright blue coneflowers and puffs of golden orange chrysanthemums that Nico must’ve pulled up from the garden bed beside them. 

“Let me show you how?” Nico replied, phrased as a question even as he handed over his work for Yusuf’s inspection. “It’s not as hard as it looks, I promise.” He said, tiny smile tilting his lips again. 

Perhaps it was his imagination, or his own excitement, but it seemed as if Nicolò’s smiles had gotten wider, his eyes gone softer. The rod of nervous tension that always clung to his spine in the days before a ball wasn’t as unyielding and stiff. 

Nico was more at peace. He weaved the stems of his beloved flowers in, out and under each other, dutifully guiding Yusuf’s hands as he collected his own flowers. He was right— it wasn’t as difficult as it had looked. The rhythm was steady and relaxing, a balm on the last of his nerves as he tucked flower after precious flower into his braid of grass. The crickets chirped, the birds sang, and the sun fed the earth— Yusuf sat side by side with his love, and it felt right. 

“You know, I have been thinking.” Nico murmured, his rich accent nothing more than a purr into the summer breeze. 

Yusuf chuckled, knocking their shoulders together, “Dangerous.” 

Nico huffed an indignant sound, but his eyes rolled playfully when he met his gaze, “Of course, of course— thinking is only for those supremely educated, princely philosophers. How dare I—“ 

“No, no no no!” Yusuf shook out his curls, letting out a full, genuine laugh, “Tell me every thought that has ever passed through your head, Hayati— it is my privilege to be your audience.” He was grinning, laughing, cupping Nico’s sunkissed cheek and basking in the light of his eyes. “What were you thinking about?” 

Nico licked his lips, swallowing like his throat had gone dry as he maneuvered himself to face Yusuf, sitting on his knees like he had not so long ago. Something about it squeezed at Yusuf’s heart, his smile fading into seriousness as he waited. 

He carefully took and set down their braided flowers on the grass, scooping Yusuf’s hands up into his own. 

“If we are to truly leave this place, I want to do this properly.” He said, eyes clear and trained on him with an unwavering focus. “I love you, Yusuf, but I can’t promise any royal comforts, or an easy life. I have no ring or dagger to give,” his breath came out long and slow, intentionally calm even while his fingers squeezed around Yusuf’s hands. He let go, then, picking up his circlet of braided flowers to hold in his lap. “I can only promise you the kinds of beauty I can make grow. Would you…” 

His voice stuttered, his gaze dropping down to his lap and the blue flowers there, as if Yusuf was too blinding to look at. He could feel his smile splitting his cheeks, bright and unabashed, the cry of yes on the tip of his tongue, nearly jumping from his lips.

But he waited, patiently holding space for his love. He reached out and cupped his hand over his wrist, feeling his pulse race under the delicate skin, just to make Nico meet his gaze again. 

“Would you marry me, my Prince?” 

Yes. “Yes, my Gardener. I will marry you.” He replied, whispered like a secret, but more resonant and proud than anything he’d ever said. He was grinning, “Though, I’m not sure how much of a Prince I’ll be by the time we wed.” 

Nico huffed one of his little laughs, meeting Yusuf with one of his rare, open smiles as he lifted the circlet of blue and orange and braided white to rest gently on top of his curls. 

“No, but you will always be mine.” He said, swiping a tear from Yusuf’s cheek, not unlike he had done so recently, for such different reasons. It was more breath than sound, matching Yusuf’s hush. 

I’ve never been so proud to wear a crown, he thought. 

With his chest feeling expansive and warm, his cheeks hot with a pink flush, Yusuf hastily reached out for his own circlet of flowers. Their wide, fragrant petals and little sun-yellow centers felt silky under his fingers as he lifted it to Nico’s brow. 

“If I maintain such royalty, then, my husband must, too.” He replied, voice nearly lost in the birdsong. “King of my heart, my true love.” 

Nico’s face had gone soft and slack with a familiar expression— as if Yusuf was the sun itself, as if his warmth and light had singlehandedly brought him to life. 

Yusuf let himself be held as Nicolo took his face in his hands and leaned in close. He pressed his lips to his tear-stained cheek, and then the other. He peppered the smallest, gentlest kisses across the freckles on his nose, and Yusuf wrapped his hands around his love’s wrists to keep him close. The last kiss was softly, loving left on the crest of his brow bone, tender enough to bring the forest to a standstill.