#(because that's just who he is and i love him dearly for it)

[nnxkd]

When Henry was still a carefree, teenage scamp back in Skalitz, he loved to sleep in. After all, following his frequent nightly escapades, every extra minute of morning sleep was worth its weight in gold. Martin would always scold him for it, but who didn’t annoy their parents at that age, right?

Yet in just a few months, Henry’s world had seen more upheaval than most people encountered in a lifetime. And mornings — those early ones, when the night had turned grey but the day was yet to truly awaken — had become Henry’s favourite time. A time when he had the world all to himself. Still drowsy and unfocused, but already open to his discovery. A time when the dangers of the night had retreated to their dens, and those of the day had yet to leave theirs.

This threshold between worlds became a wide road for Henry to walk.

But even that had changed in recent weeks.

Henry hadn’t abandoned his new habit of early rising. But now, he rose carefully and quietly, so as not to wake the one whose peaceful sleep he wished to protect for the rest of his days.

Hans was Hans. And Hans had never been a morning person; he always left that role to the Laboratores.

And Henry soon found how dearly he loved those moments, in the dying grey of night, when he could silently watch the gentle rise and fall of his beloved’s chest, the calm face, the closed eyes with tiny flickers beneath the lids betraying dreams.

This morning was no different.

Hans slept on, peaceful, defenceless, beautiful — and his.

And in that moment, Henry felt as though his heart might leap from his chest, overwhelmed by the realisation that they had finally found the courage to show what they truly meant to each other.

He would have to leave soon. He had promised Katherine he would accompany her to Horschan in the morning.

But if all went well, he would be back before Hans even stirred. Henry hated to waste any time he could spend by his side. They had spent enough painful time apart of late.

He rose quietly, dressed, and stepped towards the door, his hand reaching for the latch—

“Be careful,” came a sleepy, fond voice behind him.

Henry turned to see his lord propped up on his elbows in bed, a strand of hair falling across his face.

“And come back to me quickly. And most importantly—you must kiss me before you go, Hal.”

Henry’s heart gave another joyful leap, and for a brief moment, he was struck by how truly happy he was.

“Of course, Sir Capon,” he replied with a roguish grin, stepping back towards the bed.

“Don’t Capon me — just kiss me,” Hans said, stifling a laugh, before Henry’s strong arms pulled him close and their lips met in a tender kiss.

“I love you,” Henry whispered, his steely blue eyes locked with Hans’s.

“I know,” Hans replied softly, “because I know how much I love you.”

Henry knew he would be racing home today again.

Home — where Hans was.

Where Henry was.

[confuzing]

hi your apartment au has been haunting me the the whole day. i love it very much. on a scale of 1-10, how NormalTM would Bingge be about SY? How would the other tenants + heavenly demons feel about it?

oh gosh and not to mention Airplane, should we light incense for him or nah?

Bingge is soooo normal. So so so normal!

Just the normalest! He's not spending all his free time at this weird little... Village? in the middle of nowhere. He's just helping them set up a water wheel because he's neighborly like that! Oh and he's helping some of them with their cultivation because he's a nice guy! Definitely not because the other heavenly demons won't let him slip Shen Yuan some of his blood and Mu Qingfang says once SY hits a high enough level of cultivation he'll be able to wrangle his own faulty immune system.

Real talk though everyone in the apartment is extremely nice to Binghe and it kinda weird him out. Like genuine nice. Not nice because he's powerful nice. The only thing they aren't nice about are his so far fruitless efforts to quiet-kidnap Shen Yuan and they aren't really mean about that either. The grandmas, led by Granny Xue are always interrogating him about his intentions and wives... it's like they think he isn't good enough for SY or something?

Zhuzhi-lang and Tianlang Jun clock what's going on with Bingge pretty quickly and have a Conversation (and fight) about how these are their humans. They saw them first. None of them are leaving with Bingge unless they (the human) expressly say they want to go.

So Bingge just has to convince SY to come away with him. How hard could that be?

When Binghe and Mobei Jun first show up they're investigating the suspicious gathering of wandering cultivators, and then they're investigating the building and people from another dimension... But since the boys look like their dead counterparts Bingge clocks who exactly SY is pretty quickly. It doesn't help that SY absolutely pats Bingge on the head the very first chance he gets.

Airplane Bro is having a time. Mobei Jun is right there! In the flesh! Such sexy sexy flesh! He could reach out and touch him! And then Mobei Jun would probably break his arm! But he could!

(Someone mentions Airplane looks like Shang Qinghua in front of Mobei Jun and the ice demon glares at him for a solid minute before declaring "No this Shang is taller." And then he never brings it up again.)

Airplane would dearly love to shoot his shot with that glorious ice sculpture of a man but he's just... *gestures at all of himself* There's no way Mobei Jun would be interested.

Meanwhile, Mobei Jun is the first one to arrive at the apartments, sent to investigate by Bingge. He arrives in the middle of summer on a ridiculously hot night and is, while sweaty and uncomfortable confronted by a scantily clad young man (Airplane in shorts and a tank top) and a gaggle of children making ice cream in one of those hand crank machines.

Airplane of course knows exactly who this stranger is and that the ice demon is not looking to good in this heat and before Mobei Jun knows what's happening he's been ushered inside to an air conditioned room and been fed ice cream while he's questioned about being an ice demon by a bunch of very small children who's parents apparently trust him with them?? While the scantily clad man fusses over him more than his mother ever did??? This is... Nice? He is ... enjoying himself?? What is happening??? (Do humans do bridenapping? Can he just ...scoop the scantily clad man up and take him away? Not now of course, it would frighten the children. But later ...)

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Spring Bean

Debut: Plants vs. Zombies 2

People just don't call their tall and skinny friends "String Bean" anymore, like they used to. I have never witnessed that happen, but I think they used to. Similarly, people just don't call their green and coiled friends "Spring Bean" yet, like they're going to. We all have that friend!

I never thought much about Spring Bean. Then recently, I decided to think about Spring Bean. Hmm... heh. Yeah. Spring Bean is funny! I like this bean. And Spring Bean is cute! Chili Bean is funny because it farts, Sun Bean is funny because its face is weird, and Laser Bean is not funny OR cute and I really dislike looking at it, especially its teeth and gums. I like to look at Spring Bean! Nothing wrong with this bean.

Spring Bean usually looks like he has no idea what's going on, but then once in a while he gets a bit Cheeky! If a zombie is near, he will flatten all funny-like, and then SPROING them away. This is very useful in some levels of Pirate Seas, where the pesky Swashbuckler Zombies can be launched into the ocean as quickly as they enter the playing field! An insta-kill plant, specializing in a particularly annoying zombie that skips over most of the lawn? Sounds quite useful indeed! And it's REUSABLE? I love recycling! What's the catch?

Well, not to sound like a meanie beanie, but Spring Bean is not actually very good whatsoever most of the time. I gassed him up back there- any self-respecting bean needs a fart joke- but Spring Bean kind of sucks! If he was a quirky thematic level element in a vegetable-based platformer, he would be perfect. But alas!

Everything I have said about Spring Bean is true! He is the perfect counter for Swashbuckler Zombies, instantly kills them, and can perform his ability multiple times. He can even launch regular zombies into nearby water! But the thing is, that's basically it. Spring Bean has One use in One world, and not even the entirety of that world. When Imp Cannons get introduced shortly after, Spring Bean is quickly overwhelmed, only able to launch one zombie at a time. After each launch, the darn guy goes to sleep, and is easily eaten by any other zombies that appear in the meantime! I like to Take A Break too, but if some bad guys were trying to eat my flesh, I don't think I would be able to feel very restful! To be honest!

In this game about plants fighting zombies, Spring Bean is not a plant that is good at fighting zombies, but here I am writing a post about him, so it should come as no surprise that I like Spring Bean. He does what he does. He does it well Sometimes. I would like it if he was more useful overall, of course- I can use my friend Kernel-pult as a primary attacker in any level I please- but a sort of pathetic little thing like this is so endearing to me! Some people on the internet get attached to pathetic middle-aged men, I get attached to a pathetic Bean. This is genuinely really cool of me!

I am not just going to provide my own opinion on this post, though. That would be biased. Let's hear the thoughts of someone who knows Spring Bean very closely... his older brother, Sun Bean! Sun Bean dearly loves his bean brothers, even though the almanac indicates that he thinks Spring Bean is "just plain lazy" and finds him "exasperating". I think that's fair. I've not once seen any other bean snooze, after all!

I quite like this Spring Bean plush. It's so cute! Spring Bean is already cute, but this off-model one is even cuter, looking so inquisitive about something up and to the right. Some kind of butterfly it's never seen before, but it's not that into entomology, so it's not EXTREMELY impressed, just rapt with mild-to-adequate curiosity. Be more like this bean in your everyday life, taking in the joys of the world! If you take this advice to heart, you will genuinely be able to say that Spring Bean from Plants Vs. Zombies 2 changed your life.

[the-joys-of-my-life-written]

Your Fault

Another Duality writing because they have invested my brain and made a nest.

I'm better at the deranged stuff than the smexy... @dualityvn

I got a teensy-weensy bit lazy at the end, sorry.

Pairing(s): Keith/Reader Tenebris/Reader

Warnings: Yandere men means scary times. Murder, descriptive murders, possessive men, suggestive stuff, BUT not smut. Mc a little cray-cray, but that's okay. We are all crazy.

Heart racing in chest.

Breath heavy in the air,

The adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your blood.

Ringing in your ears.

Where were you to go? To run to?

The loud thumping of feet behind you made fear run through you; raw, visceral.

It clawed its way from your stomach to your throat, difficult to swallow, difficult to breathe.

How could you have ever been so idiotic? Of course, the man with a literal changeling in his head was crazy. That the fucking fae was nuts. Now you had caught them in the act. It was... harrowing, trying to imagine the scene again.

An old friend. An old lover. You had been reunited not too long ago. He flirted, you deflected. You had your boys! Sure, they had been a bit aggressive, especially Tenebris, but they wouldn't harm him!

Until they did.

The scent of bile clung to your memory. Seeing bits of flesh cast across the cement and blood staining the gravel. The permanent look of horror etched into his dying look. You were the reason he was gone.

You wanted to scream, but that cost energy. You needed to run. To leave.

A strong hand gripped the back of your shirt collar, and you let out that scream you kept swallowing. Loud, shrill, full of absolute terror.

"Darling! Sweetheart! Love of my life, it's alright!" His honeyed voice rang in your ears, sweet, mischievous, and oh so desperate.

"Let go! Let go of me!" You screamed out, but who would hear you? Trapped in the forest. You ran there in hopes of losing Keith. How fucking stupid were you when drunk on adrenaline? He had a blue gremlin stuck in his head who knew the forest and was equally obsessed with you.

You were whirled around. Tears streaming down your cheeks, eyes red and blurry as you stared in terror of the man you've so dearly.

He had attracted you immediately with his charm and sweet demeanor. Tempted you. They both did. The duality(heheh) of the two intrigued you, made you want more, and made you desire more.

You were reaping the sorrows now. They warned you that fae were dangerous. You just never thought they were a part of that danger.

"Love, it's okay!" He laughed between his words, manic and depressed. His foundation was running down his face, and the tears streaked down his face. He was the one crying? After murdering someone dear?

The gall.

"How? How is this okay?" You snapped, thrashing, struggling to escape. He was surprisingly strong. Or was that just your desperation that made you flail around pathetically? "You murdered him! You killed him, oh, oh god. His blood was everywhere... and the smell. That smell...!"

You sobbed. The memory tormenting you. The nasty tears of skin and muscle, the unnatural turns of his body. The sickening cracks of bone and organs flowing from his abdomen.

"Love, he was trying to take you away from us! You're ours. Ours... all-"

"Fuck off!" You raised a leg between his thighs and struck his groin, watching in satisfaction as his expression morphed into agony. He fell, grip loosening as you darted away.

"Mc! MC!"

You heard his desperate cries of your name fade to nothing but sobs as you ran. You didn't stop. Couldn't. The scent of rain filled the air around you, and the skies darkened overhead. But you ran.

You shivered under the first drop.

Your legs gave out once a large tree root tripped you, falling onto the ground.

Rain soon followed. Pelting you hard with droplets.

You were shaking. Trembling. Dirty. And now wet.

You moved under the tree, sitting under it with your back against the trunk. You hugged your knees to your chest as numbness washed over you.

You've cried all the tears you could. Your adrenaline was running down, and your leg pulsed and throbbed with pain. It appeared you'd cut it at some point.

Your heart pounded in your chest. It was a struggle to breathe as your lungs ached and your diaphragm worked overtime.

You watched the rain fall. It created a faint fog, and you felt grateful for the chance to rest.

You were cold.

Were you going to die out here?

Ugh. Who cared.

Your heart was broken in a way you didn't know how to fix. The two you loved more than anything were murderers. They killed people. People you loved beside them. They had felt like the one for you. The one you wanted to marry, both of them.

Now all that was left...

The sky thundered, lightning streaming across the sky like a horse on an open plain. Free.

"Babe. There you are."

The voice startled you. You moved to stand up, but an arm was already wrapped around your waist, forcing you to stay seated.

You felt plush lips press against your neck, swallowing anxiously. You glanced down to meet wide royal blue eyes. Squiggles adorned the sides of his mouth that were set to a very disapproving frown.

Tenebris.

They had swapped? Obviously. God, you could be so stupid. How did you not predict this? For some magic entertainment for others?

He took Keith's sweater off and placed you in it. It has blood soaked into its fabric, and you felt the sticky substance press against your skin. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fucking hell he was torturing you.

"It's dirty. But it's better than the rain. Dumbass."

"L-let me go."

"No can do, babe. You'll run."

You frowned, "That's the idea."

He frowned more, "Why do you care so much about that fucking dipshit? Flirted with ya too goddamn much." Tenebris practically growled in your ear, and you trembled. You remember a time that would excite you. Now, it made you terrified.

"He was my friend!"

"He was trying to fuck you!"

"Did you both truly not trust me that much?"

Silence passed over you, and your heart somehow broke more. God, you were so done with dating after this.

"'Course we trust you. We didn't trust him."

"You... you could have told me. I would have stopped seeing him for a bit. Make sure he understood to stop. I would have... I could have saved him..."

Tenebris instantly softened and pulled you flush against his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair, and you begrudgingly liked it. "It's not your fault, babe. Don't let his death get ya down. Just come home with me and we'll all forget this."

"Forget this...? Forget this!?" You pushed him away, scrambling to kick him and thrashing to get free. He was much, much stronger than Keith, but you also knew he was deadly terrified of hurting you. You let a fake yelp of pain, and you saw his expression turn to horror as he softened his grip instantly. You kicked the arms free and saw his surprised look flash to anger as you stood up.

"How can I ever forget you killing someone? Someone that was close to me?" You felt tears return to your eyes. The rain mixed with the blood in the sweater you wore, making it useless as it clung to your body and drenched you.

"Mc-"

"No! No! Shut up! I won't let you two talk to me about this! I loved you! Both of you!" You let a sob escape your throat, trembling as you stared blankly at your hands. Wet with rain collecting on your palms, covered in blood from scratches and the sweater.

"We love you, Mc! We had to. He was going to take you!"

"He wasn't! Do you honestly think I'm so fucking easy to get that anyone who flirts with me gets some? Am I some slut to you?"

"No!"

"Than why? Why? Why..."

Your knees felt weak and gave out. You covered your face with your hands and sobbed into them.

Tenevria hesitantly approached you, kneeling down and holding you close to his chest. You had given up. Body limp and motionless as he held you, rubbing your back.

You hated Keith and Tenebris, but you also loved them so much it hurt.

What were you going to do? They killed out of jealousy.

Was...

Was this your fault?

If you had nipped his flirting in the bud except for deflecting, would he still be alive? If you had pushed to talk to the two before, would they have killed?

Were you the reason? The vile parasite that caused problems?

Oh... oh god.

Were they really at fault... if you did it? If it was your fault.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Tenevris watched you carefully, looking cautious and shocked. "Babe-?"

"I wanna go home. Please..."

Tenebris was quiet. Contemplating. Confused. He gently lifted you into his arms and began walking out of the forest to your shared home.

"Keith's relieved." Tenebris mumbled.

"I'm sorry..." You mumbled the phrase more and more undee your breath, clinging to Tenebris. You had blamed them for what you did. You pushed them to do it! You made them not trust you... his death was your fault.

Your fault...

It was your job to make up for it. To stay with them. Love them.

And never, ever, leave them.

[avaawritess]

Random ahh story

Osamu Miya

fluff, time-skip

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You never guessed after high school you'd get with Osamu Miya, the calm collected guy, who only laughed or talked with his friends. You expected to get with a outgoing loud dude, like Atsumu.

You never thought all that eye contact or accidental touches meant anything, even when he would whisper to his friends around you. You thought nothing of it.

Yet here you are across from him while he was behind the counter giving you that sweet smile you loved so dearly. How his eyes creased, how they sparkled when he made you laugh. You fell so deeply in love with him and his jokes nobody found funny, but you still laughed at his dorkiness.

No one would suspect that the mysterious Miya brother was actually the dorkiest, sweetest guy ever. He made you smile in times you felt like crying, he held you in times you felt like falling. He was there for you through everything, and stayed because truthfully, he couldn't bear the thought of another man doing any of that for you.

So maybe that's why he sealed the deal after three years of dating.

You suspected nothing when he wanted to do everything for you. Your nails, hair, even make sure you're wearing a pretty outfit. He understood how you planned things out. This wasn't something he could really ask you to plan, so he tried his best making sure you wouldn't be mad at him when the videographer and photographer got photos and videos of the proposal.

You both were walking on the beach during Christmas break. Families took off and he sent his employees on break to be with family.

You two laughed and he just stared at you with a look of love, he knew he wanted to marry you. Your beautiful eyes, your smart mind, your quick-witted responses, your laughter that seemed to enchant him every time he heard it, he was so in love.

That was when the sun rise was just right when he stopped you knowing how much you loved the ocean, it was perfect timing when dolphins were diving in the distance. "Look y/n dolphins!", he said as you turned, he got on one knee with a smile.

But when you looked back, he forgot to function and slipped up, "me marry you" he said before he lost grip of the ring," shit I thought I had this under control", you smile at his sweetness. He put the ring in the box holding it up again, taking a deep breath, "will you marry me?" he asked palms growing sweaty.

You smile before slowly nodding, "I would love to" you said as he placed the ring on your finger while standing up. Once he was finished you jumped on him.

Forgetting his clumsiness when nervous you both fell down into the sand, smiles etched onto both of your faces.

He tucked a loose hair behind your ear, "your perfect, I love you so much" he said with love in his eyes, "I love you too" you say before you grab the side of his cheek both of you coming close, you kiss awaiting the future sealed with a hopeful kiss.

You were meant for him, and he was meant for you.

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Thank you for reading I was just listening to the song Ordinary by Alex Warren, and another song I forgot. Have a good night.

[night-market-if]

Hey !

What if the cast had children, but their kids ended up taking on personalities that were the complete opposite of them and similar to other existing characters? Like for example, Milo's child being more serious, uptight, like Gabriel, while Gabriel’s child might become more reckless and carefree, like Milo

You can included the other characters if you want ~

Enjoy the rest of your day ✨

Milo: He would not know what to do with the kid. He would keep trying to get the kid to come out and steal things or break into one of the Artisan Alley shops. Or throw eggs at a wall. And the kid would tattle on him every time.

Gabriel: He would go bald. The little delinquent of a child, running around the market, setting free any animals. Nabbing steam buns. The kid would get dragged into the precinct constantly and Gabriel just wouldn't know what to do.

Belladonna: A care free child who didn't value position or intelligence? She would be okay with it. She wouldn't love it, but she would be okay. And you better believe she has that kid protected in a bubble because she is killing anyone that would dare take away her child's happiness.

Hazel: I'm not sure what the exact opposite of Hazel would be, but given how she grew up, I don't think she would mind a child different from her at all. She would celebrate those differences.

Malcolm: He would just be tired. He would accept the kid and love them dearly, but oh man would he be tired from the amount of stress that would bring. There would be a huge joint effort on behalf of him and his partner/partners. And a lot of going to aunty Hazel's to have the kid run around on the 'farm'.

[cjsmalley]

Wine and Paint and other Hobbies:

A/N: Inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/ponytailzuko/756290133364523008?source=share

It spread around Paris, Chat Noir was very open about it; that he was newly adopted and his new parents were encouraging him to find his talents and find hobbies.

Therefore, he went around, as Chat Noir, signing up for seminars and workshops, as Chat Noir.

Like Wine and Paint, although he didn’t drink the wine because he was still technically on-duty for akuma fighting.

The usual Wine and Painters, made up of mostly women, and the instructor, again a woman, welcomed the teen with open arms and quickly started keeping non-alcoholic drinks and high calorie snacks for him.

They asked him about his partner but he demurred, explaining that while in the suit, Ladybug was all business.

They had nodded in understanding but extended an invitation anyways.

Then one night, she appeared on his arm, clearly nervous but game.

“My wonderful wife,” Chat introduced Ladybug, quickly explaining that a magic ritual married them, not the law.

“Wonderful to meet you,” Chislaine, who would rather go by Laine, enthused politely.

Ladybug gave a polite, unsure smile before turning to Chat, “We really should be on the lookout, Chat. What if—”

“We keep the news on, Miss Ladybug,” another regular quickly assured, pointing out the small television which was on local news, “so Chat can run. It’s always breaking news for an akuma. And we’ve accepted the extra risk that we might become akuma too if Hawkmoth figures out Chat Noir comes here.”

“Come on,” Laine grabbed Ladybug’s arm, carefully and gently, tugged her away from Chat who let them go, and marched her in front of a canvas.

“I don’t have my kit,” Ladybug said quietly.

“Everything you need is provided,” Laine assured, not asking questions that could lead to an identity reveal of some sort.

“What do we do?” the heroine asked, “Just paint?”

“You can paint quietly,” Laine allowed, nodding, “but mostly we talk about what’s going on, joke, play around. You don’t have to say anything about personal lives,” she assured again at Ladybug’s alarmed look to her partner who shook his head, “We don’t know enough about Chat to figure out his identity. We just know he’s adopted and his new parents are letting him figure himself out. That if he came as himself, he might get harassed. So he comes as Chat.”

“Yeah,” someone else interjected, “we know he has a huge family now when before he was mostly on his own.”

“And we know he loves you dearly,” Laine finished softly, before shooting Chat a playfully displeased look, “but we didn’t know he was married! And so young!”

Chat ducked his head shyly as he was ribbed from all sides. It was gentle and fun teasing and so he smiled and waved them off, taking the canvas beside his Lady.

It was a nice atmosphere, Ladybug decided; everyone was friendly, talking about their lives, joking with each other. And Chat?

Chat was relaxed, easy-going; he still had his over-the-top charm, but it was…more…real, easygoing.

And Ladybug found herself relaxing as well; an ear on the news, she soon joined in and became one of them.

After everything was done for the evening, Laine hugged the heroine and invited her back.

Ladybug would come back, showing up at random to throw Hawkmoth off any trail. And she gave Chat her blessing to use his hero suit to try hobbies, as long as he remained alert for akumas.

Wished Away 10

A Mother-Daughter Talk:

“When I first started a relationship with the Doctor,” Rose began, watching the man in question play with her little brother, their pseudo-daughter, and their actual daughter, “a real one, more than whatever the hell we were doin’ before, he warned me. No kids.”

Jackie gasped, “You mean he didn’t want a—?”

Rose gave a bitter laugh, “No, like, literally. We couldn’t have kids. Too different, genetic wise. He’d need another Time Lord or Lady, that’s what the women were called, Time Ladies, ta…Loom a kid with. He may have the parts, Mum, an’ be able ta use ‘em, but they didn’t make or carry babies like humans do. The babies were…best translation is ‘woven together’ by machines out of two separate DNA sources. Then they were given over ta professionals—like foster-parents almost. Nobody raised their own kids… He isn’t even sure how exactly his granddaughter was related ta him, just that she wasn’t a daughter but was a direct descendant.”

Jackie was gaping at her daughter.

“Not even Bad Wolf makes us compatible, even if we had a Loom. “Cause he’s shootin’ blanks…an’…’m sterile too now…”

“Rose!”

“I don’t…my eggs might still be good, but I don’t ovulate or get monthlies anymore,” Rose explained, “’m frozen, exactly how I was when Bad Wolf took me. Nothing ‘bout me can change permanently. I don’t even scar. Haven’t had to cut or dye my hair since then either. My nails don’t grow. I wasn’t ovulatin’ or bleedin’ so I don’t anymore. I never will again.”

“Oh, Rose…”

“I’d do it again,” Rose assured her mother firmly, “even if ya went back an’ warned me ‘bout all this. I’d’ve taken any help I could to save him…We’re lucky Bad Wolf’s so benevolent. She could stuff me inside my own head permanently an’ there’d be nothin’ we could do ‘bout it. Not even the Doctor.”

“Rose…what did you do?” Jackie whispered shakily, “When you first met Bad Wolf?”

“I don’t remember,” Rose admitted, “Bad Wolf says I traded my life for the Doctor’s—Jack’s only alive cause she was feeling nice—the mortal life an’ death ahead of me. All my possible futures as a mortal human woman, gone. I had one thought, Mum; the Doctor. I had ta get back ta him. Didn’t care ‘bout anythin’ else. Apparently, Clockwork says we’re literal soulmates. I’d’ve survived his death but I would—either grieve for the rest of my life or gone absolutely crazy,” Rose smiled sadly, “an’ I woulda…I didn’t have a kid ta hold on for.”

“Me an’ Pete…?”

“Soulmates, or Bad Wolf says; both of them. Just like Pete here lost his Jackie, you lost your Pete. An’ it was some major meddling for you two ta meet,” Rose’s smile turned brighter, “between you an’ me? Think Bad Wolf had a hand in that somewhere.”

Jackie nodded faintly, before questioning, “What ‘bout Jenny? If you an’ he aren’t compatible then how…?”

“We’re not sure,” Rose shrugged, “after her physical, after we got her home, the Doctor took samples; she belongs ta both of us but we’re both still incompatible an’ sterile. Then he took more samples from her; she’s genetically sound, everythin’ matches up where it should. Time Lord DNA’s doin’ the heavy-liftin’, but she registers as partly human too. Bad Wolf’s not talkin’. Neither is Clockwork.”

Jackie gave a slightly hysterical laugh, “Rose, if you told me years ago that aliens were real I’d’ve thought you drunk! Now here we are, talkin’ about gods an’ immortality! While your alien husband—”

“He’s not my husband,” Rose murmured, an old argument she didn’t really believe anymore.

“Uh-huh—as I was saying, your alien husband plays with your little brother, the girl cloned off you both, an’ the girl you accidentally kidnapped.”

Rose smiled again, lovingly as she looked to her family out on the front lawn of Tyler Mansion.

They had come a long way from Hendriks’ basement.

[danadiadea]

Yes, but the problem I have with it is that if he took an effort to fix his skin, why wouldn't he do anything about his hair?

If we are talking about "Severus has greasy hair but refuses to make any special haircare for it because he doesn't see the point/because he perceives caring about his appearance as shallow", then it also would apply to his skin! So the Snape who is refusing to comply to the societal beauty standards and is determined to stay the way he is must have a VERY good skin quality. Like even contact with oily hair not provoking any acne? Wow.

Severus who fixed his skin at some point before SWM must have had a reason to not do the very same thing to his hair tho, like to adapt a shampoo or a cleaning spell for it and get rid of the problem once and for all. Especially since we see that the marauders were very much insufferable about it, and not giving them one more reason to make his life miserable would've been at least some relief.

I see options though:

- Severus agrees to fix his appearance only if it is physically uncomfortable for him. Acne can be pretty painful and unpleasant, while greasy hair (if not greasy to the point where it irritates the scalp) isn't exactly causing him any direct discomfort, so he has the "I see no point/this is shallow" attitude.

- Severus actually just likes the way his hair looks! Snape vibing with his eerie appearance is a concept I dearly love – this man isn't known for appreciating conventional things, is he? Like he doesn't even tie his hair up, he just absolutely flexes it. I find it way easier to imagine that for adult Sev than for teen one, though. It also would require him to have an extremely healthy self-esteem after all the bullying, which he doesn't exactly demonstrate...

- He has a hairtype that looks greasy even when clean, and he can't do anything about it without changing his whole ass hair structure so he gives up.

the important question is, did Snape actually take care of his skin and get rid of acne with potions, or was he blessed with good quality skin naturally