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Big Bang (Sort of) Editing Story [Day 87]

I started writing this fic while editing my Big Bang story, but am going to continue doing it for other things now that Kill Dear is out. I will write and publish 100 words of the story every time I finish doing whatever task I’m doing. If you’d like to block these proceedings, please feel free to block the tag proofread stories. I will reblog this post with the parts of the story I do today. Edited chapters are linked; everything else I’ve done so far is under the cut.

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My internet has been a bit wonky today. I tried to do the study break story earlier, but wasn’t able to make a tumblr post, so if I disappear without warning, that is likely why.

Chapter 39 (Logan)

Logan was glad to see when Patton brought Virgil to meet him at the library that the boy seemed to be doing slightly better than he had been that morning. He still was clearly a bit jumpy and didn’t seem interested in his normal library bound activities, that being exploring the library and climbing on top of shelves/somehow getting into walls. Instead, he basically hid behind Logan, taking a seat half under his desk on the side facing away from the door.

Patton had to leave to go have a few meetings, leaving the two of them alone.

“Would you like a book?” Logan asked the boy hiding under his desk.

“Sure,” he said softly, and Logan handed him one of the children’s books he’d been trying to read. He took it and set it in his lap.

“Tell me if you need anything,” Logan instructed, before turning back to his own book about reading Sanskrit.

Weight pressed against his leg a few minutes later and Logan idly reached down a hand to touch the top of Virgil’s head, stroking through his hair softly a few times. It was luckily warm at Logan’s desk despite being by the window. Being cold always made Virgil more distressed.

He glanced down after a bit of hair petting only to see Virgil not reading his book and instead looking up at him.

“Everything alright?” Logan asked.

Virgil watched him for a long moment, his eyes focused and intent. “Why are you being nice to me?” he finally asked.

Logan looked at him, confused. “Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” he asked. He did not get a response. He just got dark, intense eyes seeming to stare into his soul. “You haven’t done anything to make me want to be mean to you.”

“Yes, I have,” Virgil said simply.

“Well,” Logan conceded. “Nothing recently. You didn’t get particularly far with the… action that could have made me unhappy anyway.”

“I could have.”

“You didn’t.”

“Does it matter?”

“I think it does,” Logan said. He’d paused the petting of Virgil’s hair when he’d spoken, but softly ran his hand through it again now. Virgil pulled away from him.

“I don’t,” he said.

“Well, seeing as it is my affection we are talking about, I imagine my opinion matters more,” Logan stated calmly. Something about that sentence appeared to have been the wrong thing to say because Virgil scowled at him.

“You’re stupid,” he said.

“There is significant evidence that contradicts that statement,” Logan said. “Case in point,” he gestured to the desktop, “I am currently reading a book about a dead language…”

“Yeah, well there is significant evidence that supports that statement,” Virgil sassed back.

“Oh?” Logan asked, “and what would that be?”

He’d had a bit of a bite to his words before, but he seemed to deflate now. He looked down and mumbled something.

“What was that?” Logan asked. “I would appreciate knowing your evidence for your opinion.”

He stared at Logan’s knees instead of looking up at him, teeth clenched. “You should have killed me,” he said firmly.

Logan swallowed the sudden bile in his throat at the very thought. He was unsure if he was prepared for this conversation wherever it was going, and very much wished Virgil had decided to have this emotional incident when Patton was here as well. Or better yet when only Patton was here. “I disagree,” Logan said.

“Then you’re stupid,” Virgil said darkly.

Logan looked down at him for a moment and then pushed his chair back, slowly as to not startle him too bad. Just as slow, he folded himself down to his knees. Virgil wouldn’t look at him, eyes resolute on his own knees. He was tense as a bowstring ready to snap. He didn’t move even as Logan settled in front of him.

“I am glad that you are here,” Logan said. “That you are not dead. If that makes me stupid, then so be it.”

Virgil did not respond. He didn’t even twitch or move his eyes to look at Logan.

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Logan sighed. “What is wrong?” he asked. “I know it’s been colder outside and that makes you increasingly anxious, but you are perfectly fine inside. You don’t need to worry here.”

He still did not respond.

“Virgil,” Logan called. “Look at me.”

For a moment he thought Virgil wouldn’t do so, but he twitched once and then slowly looked up at him.

Logan smiled at him softly. “It’s alright, Virgil.”

Virgil shook his head.

“Yes,” Logan said insistently. “I will make sure it’s alright.”

“You can’t promise that,” he finally said.

“I’m the prince,” Logan said with a half-smile. “I can promise whatever I like.”

“Something will go wrong,” Virgil insisted.

“What will?”

“Something,” Virgil said.

Logan raised one eyebrow. “You are worried about something, and you cannot even articulate what the threat is?” he asked.

“Something will happen,” he snapped. “Something will happen or someone will figure something out or I’ll mess up or something.”

“I will make sure nothing goes wrong,” Logan promised. “Even if it does, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

“And if it’s because I mess up?” Virgil asked.

“I’ll still make sure nothing bad happens,” Logan said.

Virgil scoffed. “What if what I mess up makes you mad?”

“I don’t think you could do anything that would make me made mad enough not to want to help you.”

“I could,” he said darkly.

Logan paused. “You could,” he agreed. Logan was after all aware he was a trained assassin even though it was easy to forget, “but you also couldn’t.” He’d already proven that well enough to Logan.

Virgil stared at him. He did not deny it. “You don’t know me,” he said instead. “You don’t know that for sure.”

“I know plenty about you Virgil. Including that.”

He frowned and turned his face away to hide it in his knees.

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“Virgil,” Logan sighed after a few seconds. Virgil just went somehow even more tense than he’d been for this entire conversation, clenching his arms around his legs. Logan was silent for a couple of seconds hoping he’d calm down on his own a bit, but the opposite seemed to happen. His breath began to hitch after a few seconds and Logan noticed tears building in his eyes. Logan winced. He was not the right person for this, but he was the only one there. “It’s alright Virgil,” he said. “Can I help in any way?”

Virgil did not seem to hear him, caught up in his own head. His breath began to come faster by the moment, and Logan didn’t know how to calm him. What would Patton do?

Logan slowly reached out to put a hand in his hair much like he had earlier while seated at the desk. Logan quickly realized this was the wrong move as Virgil flinched back at being touched, head shooting up to look at him, or more accurately through him.

The next thing Logan knew there was a sharp sting on his cheek. It took a second for Logan to register what had just happened, but by the time he did, Virgil clearly had snapped back to himself and looked aghast.

“Virgil,” he said slowly, and that was clearly also the wrong thing to do because speaking startled Virgil out of his horrified daze, and he went scrambling out from under the desk. “Wait! Virgil!” he called, bumping his head against the top of the desk. It hurt much worse than the slap had a moment before had and the pain forced him to pause for a moment. By the time he managed to make it out from under the desk, Virgil was long gone.

Chapter 40 (Thomas)

Thomas wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to do in this sort of situation. It had been three days since Logan had come to him in a panic saying that Virgil had ran off somewhere and he couldn’t find him. Apparently, the boy had been panicking and had accidentally slapped Logan before freaking out and running away. No one had seen him since, not for lack of trying. They had searched all over the castle and the grounds, but Virgil was nowhere to be found. Thomas just hoped he was still in the castle and hadn’t tried to go outside.

It had been blizzarding for the past week on and off. It made Thomas and everyone else worry about the child.

Logan and Patton said he did not like the cold and had refused to go outside, so that was a point in favor of him still being in the castle somewhere. Normally, the fact that they couldn’t find him in three days despite having many people looking for him, would indicate he was not still here, but thinking back to the hide-and-seek debacle, it was entirely likely he’d just stuffed himself in some secret passageway somewhere.

At least, that is what Thomas assured Logan to comfort him.

He sighed and got up from his desk where he’d been working on penning a letter to the Queen of Lamir to check in with her. The snow should be letting up in a couple of days long enough to get a letter out by means of carrier dove. He decided to take it to the dovecoat now and leave it with one of the handlers.

He left the room and wandered down the hallway, turning right instead of left like he normally would when he was going back to the royal wing. Instead, he took a path he didn’t often take that would lead to a staircase that let out at the door nearest the dovecoat.

As he passed through a hall with a bunch of old portraits, he suddenly remembered something from when he was young and stopped by a picture of a woman hanging across from a small bench. There was a secret passage there that he’d found when he was only 12 and had only ever shown to one other person before. It was just a room with nothing much special about it other than the fact that it was hidden away. Usually, he’d just pass it by, but today he was thinking about Virgil lost (hopefully) somewhere in the castle who liked secret passages.

It wouldn’t hurt to check one of the few secret areas Thomas knew about for signs of life, would it?

That in mind, he walked over to the painting and ran his hand along the side of it until he found a place he could push his fingers into. He pulled and the painting swung out to reveal a small door. He opened the door into a room a bit smaller than his own bedroom. Despite not having any heating elements since it was a secret room, it was still fairly warm since there were rooms around it that were heated.

Thomas reached over to fumble with the lights he’d sneakily installed when he was a child, and the space was suddenly filled with dim light.

He closed the door behind himself and stepped into the room. He glanced around for anything out of place, though it had been a while since he’d been in here. He squinted at the very limited amount of furniture and had just walked across the room to look at an old chest when he heard a noise from somewhere in the room.

Thomas looked towards where the noise was coming from and was surprised to hear the sound of something sliding right before a head of dark hair popped up. Virgil lithely pulled himself out of the hole in the ground and shut it behind him.

Thomas froze. Sure, he’d come in here specifically to look for signs of Virgil, but he had not been prepared for Virgil to suddenly crawl out of the floor. He hadn’t even realized there was a second entrance in this room.

Virgil didn’t notice him from Thomas’s spot on the other side of the room. Thomas wasn’t sure what to do. Virgil was always quick to startle, especially around Thomas. If he said something, surely the boy would disappear back down the tunnel he’d just left.

Virgil took a few all but silent steps towards the side of the room opposite from Thomas.

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Thomas was still trying to figure out what to do when Virgil suddenly stopped. He tilted his head to look up at the lights Thomas had turned on when entering the room. Then his eyes shot to Thomas.

“Uh,” Thomas said. “Hi.” Silence. “Please don’…”

Virgil turned tail and sprinted to the opposite side of the room, scaling an old bookshelf that tottered dangerously under his weight.

“… t run.”

He had the instinct to chase after him, worried that there was another entrance he’d dart through and be gone forever, but he stifled it. That would just terrify the poor thing even more.

“Uh,” Thomas said, not entirely sure he wasn’t speaking to an empty room as he could not see Virgil anymore. “It’s okay.” He paused. “Logan’s not mad. No one is. Both him and Patton are very worried though. We’d all appreciate if you came out.” He paused again and only got silence in return.

Cautiously he took a couple of steps towards the other side of the room.

“Please?” he said.

When there was again no response, he took a couple more steps towards the bookshelf until he was standing directly in front of it. He just barely managed to catch a glint of the dim room lights reflecting off a pair of dark brown eyes.

He was not just talking to an empty room then.

“Hey there,” he said softly. The eyes disappeared immediately, but now Thomas knew they were there. “Alright.” He wished he could get someone else for this conversation, but there was no way he could leave and come back to Virgil still there. Instead, he took a seat on the ground a couple of feet away from the bookshelf. He thought for a moment. “You know, I found this place myself,” he said. “I never knew that trap door was there though. You’re pretty good at finding tunnels.” He leaned back a bit, trying to catch a glimpse of the top of the bookshelf.

“I used to keep some food here at one point, but I’m afraid even if I left anything it’d be a little bad at this point.” Thomas thought for a moment. “I hope you’ve eaten something recently. The kitchen is open for you whenever you want food, though I’m sure Patton’s mom would like to make you something special. She’s been worried. You know how she is when people miss meals. Everyone’s been worried.”

He let it hang in silence again, and to his surprise there was just a bit of shifting from the top of the bookshelf. “Why?” Virgil’s voice asked.

“Well,” Thomas answered, “because a lot of people around here care about you.”

“I hit Logan,” he said, clearly assuming that Thomas didn’t know.

“I know,” Thomas said.

“He’s the prince,” Virgil pointed out.

“Maybe,” Thomas said, “but he’s also your friend. He cares about you more than he does about getting slapped once when you were clearly in distress. In fact, he was never mad at all about it. He was just worried about how you responded. It seems like you didn’t come here from the best place and we were a little worried we might not see you again if you got too startled.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Virgil said.

“It does to me,” Thomas said. “I wish it did to you.”

Silence once again greeted his words.

“Are you going to come down from there at some point?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

Thomas shrugged. “Well, I’m not going to be leaving until you do,” he said.

“So eventually the royal guards are just going to tear me down,” he concluded.

“Well, no one knows I’m here,” Thomas said. “I came on a whim. The only person I ever told about this place is already dead. I doubt they’ll find us.”

“You’re the king,” Virgil said. “You shouldn’t be somewhere that people don’t know where you all. What if…?”

“Hmm?” Thomas prompted.

“What if an assassin attacks you or something?”

“I doubt an assassin is going to come find me in this little room no one knows about but us,” Thomas said with a smile.

There was a pause. “Your as bad as Logan with your safety,” he grumbled and Thomas just chuckled. Then, after a moment, Virgil said, “Are you really not mad that I hit your son.”

“No, Virgil,” Thomas said. “I know it was an accident. I understand.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment, and Thomas was content to wait for him to think it through for however long he needed.

“Logan really isn’t mad?” Virgil asked.

“No,” Thomas promised. “He’s not.”

And then, blessedly, he heard movement from the top of the bookshelf. Virgil slowly climbed down, and Thomas didn’t dare stand up or really move at all other than breathing.

“Ready to come out of the tunnels now?” he asked after a few minutes of stalemate while Virgil watched him like he expected Thomas to leap forward and bite him.

He nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“Okay,” said Thomas. “Good.”

Chapter 41 Arc III: Bonding with the King (Virgil)

Virgil, despite deciding to believe the king when he said he said no one was angry with him, was still half surprised when he wasn’t immediately thrown into the dungeon. He didn’t even call the guards. Instead, he just calmly led Virgil down a set of stairs with a warm, not restraining, hand on his shoulder.

Virgil didn’t know what to think. He didn’t understand how he could not be in trouble for smacking the prince, but he was also cold, tired, and hungry from his days spent in the castle walls. He’d once been used to being all of those things, but now after only living in the castle for a little over a month, they stung a little harder.

He’d memorized enough about the castle layout to know they were going in the direction of the kitchen. He also knew that it was midafternoon between lunch and supper being served. There weren’t many people in their path except for the guards and they didn’t even give him a second glance.

The king took Virgil through the same side entrance Patton and Logan often used instead of through the dining hall. Patton’s mom’s office door was closed and instead of going all the way to the kitchen, the king paused to knock on it.

“Helen,” the king called through the door. “Would you mind coming out here please?”

“Just a moment,” was called back through the door and after just a few seconds the door was opening. Her eyes landed on him immediately looking seemingly relieved. “Virgil,” she said. “Goodness where have you been? Patton’s been worried sick.”

Virgil bit his lip, unsure what to say to that. He’d assumed Patton would be mad at him too when he learned he’d hit Logan, but then again, according to the king not even Logan was mad.

“Would you mind making something for him to eat?” the king asked.

Her eyes snapped to him. “Oh, yes, of course. Virgil, sweetie, what do you want?”

Virgil just shrugged.

“Ham sandwich for now,” she said studying him, “and then I’ll make something more for dinner. Let me go grab your meal preference cards.” She stepped back into her office and grabbed a little box off of her desk full of the little cards she always sent with and new food she served Virgil, so he could rank them.

Virgil watched, confused. He never did quite understand Helen with her endless willingness to feed him and to get his opinion about what she fed him with. She always reminded him of Patton with how kind she often was, though she was a little stricter than Patton could ever have the heart to be.

There was no sternness to her now, however. She was fussing over him as she led them to the kitchen and started warming water for tea before grabbing the ingredients needed for the promised ham sandwich.

She made him clean his hands of the dirt and dust they’d acquired from days crawling through secret passageways before handing him the sandwich. Thomas at one point stepped out of the kitchen for a few moments but was back quickly with a smile. Virgil smiled back at him hesitantly. He was still surprised he was in the kitchen drinking warm tea and eating a sandwich as the head chef personally fretted over him.

The king also accepted a mug of tea and didn’t even watch over it closely despite Virgil sitting right there in poisoning distance. Instead of looking worried or angry when he noticed Virgil staring at him and his mug, he simply smiled softly and ask him if he needed more tea.

This man… was an idiot.

Virgil had thought that Logan wasn’t careful about his own personal safety, but apparently Logan had actually improved upon his family’s habit of being reckless. Virgil would have to complement him and provide him with more opportunities for growth if he was that willing to grow and adapt.

…If Logan didn’t hate him now.

Thomas said he wasn’t mad, but he could be lying or wrong. Virgil had hit Logan. He knew he was never fond of people who hit him. Virgil hadn’t meant to do it, but he still had. Or even if he wasn’t actively mad, there was the possibility that he wouldn’t like Virgil anymore. That was almost worse because people who were mad might eventually calm down and forgive you, but if someone just decides emotionlessly they don’t like you anymore, that’s a lot harder to reverse.

Logan had always been nice to him despite being a prince who didn’t need to give him the time of day and despite knowing why Virgil had come here.

Logan was his friend. He didn’t want to lose that.

He finished off the ham sandwich pretty quickly and Patton’s mom almost immediately set down a plate of cheese and crackers.

“Thank you,” Virgil said softly.

“Of course,” Ms. Heart said, and Virgil jumped a bit in surprise when a hand touched his head, but calmed down after just a moment. It wasn’t that different than Patton, though he wasn’t that used to adults touching him. At least not gently or at all in the castle. “I’m glad you’re okay.” The hand stayed in his hair for only a second longer before pulling away. “Hmm,” she said. “Have you been living in the walls perchance?”

Virgil nodded at her.

“Ah,” she said, wiping off her hand on her apron. “Perhaps a bath would be in order after you finish eating.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.

“More tea?”

He nodded again and she moved to take his mug over to the kettle. He turned to pop one of the crackers with cheese into his mouth and was still chewing when the nearest door suddenly sprung open.

He flinched, looking up to see Logan in the doorway, breathing like he’d run all the way from the other side of the castle. “Virgil,” he said sounding relieved. He’d crossed the room before Virgil had a chance to get anxious and was wrapping him up in a hug before he could do more than lightly flinch in surprise. “Thank goodness you’re okay. Where have you been?”

“In the walls,” Virgil replied.

Logan rubbed a circle into his back. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Virgil jerked in surprise. “Why are you sorry.”

“I made you run away,” he said. “You were scared of me.”

“I hit you,” Virgil said confused.

“It was an accident. You were having a bad day and I touched you without permission. It was my fault.”

“I…” Virgil said, “but…”

“I’m not going to be angry when it was just an accident, Virgil,” Logan said.

Virgil didn’t know what to say. He tucked his head against Logan’s shoulder and sniffled a bit. “Sorry anyway,” he said.

“It’s okay,” Logan said. Virgil felt a kiss being pressed to his forehead. “Patton and I were really worried.”

“Oh,” he said. Tears started to leak from his eyes as he sniffled more. Logan just held hugged him tighter. “Sorry,” he said again.

“Hush,” was the response. The hug continued for a long few moments before Logan pulled back. “You are very dirty,” he commented.

“You’re a bit dirty too,” Ms. Heart pointed out. Logan glanced down at his front. You could see an outline of Virgil’s body on his clothes.

“Ah,” he said. “It seems I am.” He seemed amused though, and honestly if he wasn’t going to be mad at Virgil for slapping him and then running away and hiding, he probably wasn’t going to be mad about that.

The king and Patton’s mom also didn’t seem unhappy with him getting the prince messy when he glanced at them. Ms. Heart seemed amused and the king was just smiling.

Virgil felt himself calming down more than he had in days, assured that Logan didn’t hate him and tentatively trusting that neither of the adults planned to lash out at him anytime soon. Ms. Heart handed him his refilled mug of tea and pointed him back at the food. Virgil relaxed fully into his chair.

Until, of course, the door blasted back open, word having gotten to Patton who proceeded to strangle him with a hug and cry at him loudly, but that was okay too.

Chapter 42 (Patton)

“Come on,” Patton said. “You’re already all dressed up.”

Virgil made a dissatisfied noise like a cat that had just been picked up from its spot on a heated blanket.

“We’ll barely be outside five minutes,” Patton said. “You won’t even notice the cold.”

“Will so,” Virgil argued back.

Virgil’s return to the castle proper had been very relieving. Everyone had been content to let him curl up on the floor near the fireplace and sleep for the past couple of weeks, but life did move on and Patton and Logan had talked. They had agreed that Virgil’s constant anxiety about the weather probably wasn’t good for him.

They’d brought it up to Virgil gently and, while they’d had to dial it back on things like actually playing in the snow, the suggestion that they take the short trip from the castle proper to the horse stables was met with some interest. However, now that the time had come to make the trek, he seemed to be having doubts.

“Honestly,” Logan said. “I don’t think you’ll even feel the cold in that get up.”

They had, indeed covered the boy from head to toe. He currently looked a couple of inches taller and wider than he actually was bundled up with every piece of extra snow gear they could find.

He looked adorable with only his eyes uncovered even if said eyes were glaring at them both. However, Patton was a little worried he’d overheat if they didn’t leave soon.

“I don’t like snow,” Virgil said.

“We know, Virgil,” Logan said. That was the problem. They were hoping that a little minimal exposure would help him calm down just a bit. “The path’s been cleared of snow and ice though and it isn’t that much of a walk. You’ll be fine and then we’ll be able to look at all of the horses.”

Virgil still looked unconvinced.

“Just half an hour, Virgil, please,” Logan said.

“…Fine,” Virgil relented.

“Great,” said Patton, grabbing his coat sleeve and tugging him towards the door. Logan followed behind and Princess Marisol seeing they were going somewhere, got up and padded after them.

They made it all the way to the door nearest the stable. Patton could see when he opened it that the path they were to take was well cleared. Virgil still did not appear enthused. He glared at the outside like it had a knife.

Princess Marisol, for her part, saw Patton open the door, hissed, and abandoned them to strut off towards the kitchen.

“She knows what she’s talking about,” mumbled Virgil.

Patton sighed.

“Come on Virgil, I promise it won’t be that bad.” Patton offered a gloved hand. “You can hold my hand the whole way.”

Virgil was still frowning up a storm that would rival the one that had caused the snow in the first place, but he did take Patton’s hand. Patton used his grip on his hand to pull him forward through the door. It was still very chilly, Patton thought as they walked outside. Patton had chosen a coat that was a bit lighter since they were only walking to the stable and the wind bit him through it. He really hoped Virgil’s outfit was warm enough to keep him from freaking out.

Luckily, it did seem to be keeping him warm enough because, while he was tense, he still let Patton lead him forward.

They made it to the stable quicker than usual since all three of them were quickening their pace. Patton gave a sigh of relief when he entered the stable and the warmer air inside of it. The stable wasn’t as warm as the castle, but it was warm enough that most of the stable hands only worked in light coats most of the winter. At least, they did inside the stable.

The head stable hand had already been warned about their visit beforehand and was waiting for the three of them at the door.

“Good morning,” she greeted them, and… Virgil was already hiding himself behind Patton’s back.

“Hi!” Patton said cheerfully. He stepped to the side, so Virgil was no longer hidden. Virgil glared, reaching out to grab the edge of Patton’s sleeve and tugging on it in discontent. “This is Loraine, Virgil,” Patton said, nodding at her. When he glanced her way, he became a lot more shy, looking down at her feet instead of at her face. “She takes care of the horses. Say hello.”

“…Hello,” Virgil said quietly.

“Hi,” she said. “I hear you wanted to see the horses.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, we have plenty for you to meet and they’re mostly all inside because of the cold. Usually in the summer most want to spend a lot of time in the pasture. Let me show you around.”

Loraine showed them around the stable a bit even though Patton and Logan already knew where everything was. Virgil slowly got a little bit more comfortable, even asking a couple of questions unprompted. Surprisingly these weren’t many basic questions about horses like Patton had mostly expected. On the contrary, he seemed to know a good amount of horses already.

“Have you worked with horses before?” Loraine asked a bit into the tour after Virgil expressed interest in what they were feeding some of the older horses.

“I used to help take care of horses sometimes when people came to visit the orphanage,” he said. “They’re nice.”

“Do you ride?” Loraine asked.

Virgil shook his head. “I just fed them and cleaned up after them,” he said.

“Well, maybe you can try to learn when it gets a bit warmer,” she offered. “It’s a lot of fun.”

He nodded. “That would be nice,” he said.

After that, she mostly let them wander around looking at different horses in the stalls. She them feed some of the ones who were gentler and didn’t have a specific diet.

It was about 25 minutes into their adventure and while Virgil obviously liked the horses, Patton could already tell his anxiety was rising every time he took his glove off to feed a horse and it hit the chilly air. Patton glanced at Logan.

“Right,” Logan said. “We should probably be heading back inside, but I would like to stop by and see Mr. Apples before leaving. Otherwise, he will be cross with me.”

“Mr. Apples?” Virgil asked.

“He’s one of the horses,” Logan said, moving to where the different treats were kept for the horses.

“Why do you need to see him in particular?”

Logan paused, his hand hovering briefly over the container of red apples before reaching in to grab one. “He was my Pa’s horse,” he said. “He likes when I visit him.”

“Logan’s the only one he likes visiting him,” Loraine added as she started to lead them towards where Mr. Apples’ stall was.

Patton had learned long ago that Mr. Apples could be a bit crabby. He wasn’t as mean to Patton as he was to some people, but he wasn’t exactly nice either. Patton tended to keep his distance whenever Logan went to visit.

Now, he stood on the other side of the hall from where Mr. Apples was as Logan stepped forward to greet him.

Logan spoke to him softly for a bit and he nuzzled his face against Logan’s shoulder with a huff. Eventually, he offered a piece of apple which Mr. Apple happily took.

“Can I say hello to him?” Virgil asked.

Logan glanced back at him. “Sure,” he said, “though be careful. He doesn’t like… anyone besides me.”

Virgil nodded and stepped forward cautiously. “Hello,” Virgil said. Mr. Apples tilted his head to look at Virgil. There were a couple of seconds of silence and then Mr. Apple’s snorted softly. Virgil took that as permission to stretch out a hand.

“Wait,” Logan said. “He bites actually and…”

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Mr. Apples pressed his nose to Virgil’s hand softly and Virgil gently stroked it a couple of times.

“Huh,” said Loraine. “You’re officially the third person he’s ever liked, and you could say Prince Logan was cheating since he met him as a baby.”

“Really?” Virgil asked. “He seems nice enough.”

Loraine rolled her eyes. Patton noticed she was standing a good distance away from the stall herself. “Oh no,” she said. “Trust me. He’s a bastard to everyone else.”

Virgil just frowned and pet the horse’s nose again. Mr. Apples leaned forward to nibble at his hair a bit.

Logan smiled at him and handed him one of the apple pieces to feed Mr. Apples which Virgil offered to the horse on a flat hand. “Red apples are his favorite,” he told Virgil. “He refuses to eat green.”

Logan and Virgil finished feeding Mr. Apples his treat and then it was time for Virgil to face the cold once again to return to the castle. Patton hoped this positive experience from going outside would make him more open to it in the future.

Chapter 43 (Logan)

Logan woke once again being strangled by an assassin. He sighed and attempted to squirm away. Virgil made an unhappy grumbling noise at the movement and squeezed him tighter. “I am just,” Logan said, shoving at the arm around him, “trying to get into a position where I can breathe.”

Unfortunately, there was no reasoning with an unconscious Virgil. Getting into an upright position was a battle and the boy was laying across his lap by the time he managed it, clutching one of Logan’s arms.

Logan huffed at his sleeping form, reaching over with his free arm to switch on his bedside lamp.

Despite how warm the room was, Logan assumed the temperature outside was extremely cold today. Virgil seemed to have some internal thermostat that seemed to know how cold it was outside even while snug in Logan’s bedroom. The tighter the boy clung in his sleep, the colder Logan knew it must be. Logan looked down at Virgil’s face. He and Patton had wanted to convince Virgil to spend a bit of time outside today, but if it was as cold as Virgil’s behavior indicated, perhaps they should wait for another day.

Logan reached over for the book on his nightstand that he’d learned to keep here for this exact reason.

His reading speed had actually increased since Virgil’s arrival at the castle which was impressive. He’d only gotten this book two days before and was worried he’d finish it before Virgil woke this morning.

Luckily, he was incorrect, and Virgil did begin to stir a bit earlier than he usually did. He glanced down from his book when he felt Virgil shift only to find his eyes were open and staring at Logan.

“Good morning,” Logan greeted. Virgil’s fingers squeezed Logan’s arms lightly much like one would expect the cat currently sleeping soundly on Virgil’s pillow to knead its chosen person.

“Hi,” he said. “Book?”

“It’s a book about various trade agreements that happened in the last 500 years,” Logan said, knowing what he was asking.

“Interesting?” Virgil asked.

Logan smiled a bit. “You would likely not be particularly interested since you do not already have knowledge of the players nor the politics of trade agreements in general.”

“Oh, okay,” Virgil said with a yawn.

Logan felt fondness warm his chest. “I can read you a different book if you would like,” he offered.

Virgil eyed the book in Logan’s hand. “You’re almost done with that one,” he pointed out. “You can finish it first.”

“You just want an excuse to continue to lay in bed,” Logan accused fondly.

Virgil did not even bother arguing, shifting a bit so he was laying with his head on his own pillow, but curling into Logan’s side. He was calm this morning which was honestly an odd thing. He was rarely truly calm while awake and even in sleep his face was sometimes pinched in tension. Logan and Patton’s plans for exposure therapy to cold weather seemed to help his resting anxiety level a bit, but it was still much higher than it was for normal people. Right now though, he seemed fully content.

Logan was glad he could feel that comfortable near him, perhaps even comfortable because Logan was near. It was a striking contrast to how he’d been when he’d come here or even how he’d been when he’d accidently slapped Logan. He felt a surge of… something more than the standard sympathy one might feel for someone when he thought of Virgil’s fear and what had transpired to cause it. It was a bit like anger, but not quite. He could not quite put a name to it, but he did know it made him want to make sure nothing bad ever happened to him again. He would ensure nothing bad ever happened to him again no matter what it took.

Logan read for a little while longer. Virgil was still and calm most of the time, but Logan was pretty sure he didn’t go back to sleep. He shifted to look up at Logan when he set the book on the nightstand.

“Would you like to go to the library with me this morning?” Logan asked. “I need a new book and perhaps we could get you something too for your reading lessons. I was thinking we could go to the main library.” He had never taken Virgil there yet as there did tend to be a few more people than the more secluded library Logan favored. Yet, he’d been getting marginally more comfortable in small crowds, and Logan thought he might like to see it.

“Sure,” Virgil agreed easily. “After breakfast though?”

“Of course,” Logan agreed. “We don’t want Ms. Heart to get on us about your eating schedule once more.”

Virgil nodded in agreement and climbed out of bed to get dressed. They had a short meal at the dinning hall. Virgil was still adamant that Logan did not eat any of the muffins set out on the table, and with Patton still reportedly in bed, Logan did not have nearly enough social prowess on his side to argue with him this morning. Instead, they only ate things straight from the kitchen. Virgil still got a card with his meal Logan had to fill out for him at the end. As always, he ranked everything on the plate a ‘5/5.’

The library wasn’t too far from the main dining hall. It was in the opposite direction of the way they would go if they were going back to the royal wing past the ballroom and through the entryway. In the summer, they would have gone through the courtyard. In fact, if it had been just Logan, he would have ran across the open area quickly despite not having a coat, but with Virgil in tow, he chose to walk all the way around. Though honestly, since it was Virgil’s first time entering the library, it would be more impressive entering it from its main entrance than from the side one that castle residents in a hurry would use.

He looked over at Virgil as he pushed open the library doors to see his reaction. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the huge room with the many shelves.

“It’s impressive, isn’t it?” Logan asked with a smile.

“You have two stories of books?” Virgil asked, looking at the spiral staircase that led to the second floor, awed. “I didn’t even… This is more books than I’ve ever seen in my life in one room.

“And these are just the things available to the general public. There are also record rooms only used by certain people and rooms with restricted book access based on skill, like some magic books.”

“That’s a lot…” Virgil said. What was maybe insecurity flashed through his eyes.

“It’s an overwhelming amount of knowledge, but different people can find what they need,” Logan said, pulling him out of the doorway and towards where they keep the children’s books. “Here, let’s go to books you can try to read yourself and then we’ll find some books you would be interested in that I can read to you.” They stopped at a shelf. “These would be perhaps just a bit beyond your current reading level, but they would be a good challenge, I believe. Pick whichever you like.”

Virgil took a moment to stare at the pictures on the book. He squinted at the titles for a bit longer and asked Logan what a few said before choosing a few from the shelf. Two of them were about different crops and one was about a family of foxes.

“Are those three enough?” Logan asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Virgil replied.

“Do you want to explore the library a bit or just get a book for me to read you and leave?” Logan asked, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“I’d like to look around a bit,” Virgil replied.

“Okay.”

Logan had frequented the main library when he’d been younger. Though he often spent his time now in the smaller library that had been tailored to his specific interests, he still came to the main library fairly frequently. He knew many good places to sit with a book. There were nice window seats that looked out into the courtyard and a corner near a small fireplace. Logan showed him the door that led to the courtyard and where the door to the more restricted books were, though they didn’t go into any of them right now.

Virgil seemed to like the library well enough, following Logan around willingly. Logan did have to pull him away from a few places when he looked a bit too intently at some high, but sturdy bookshelves. And the chandelier.

He did look like he was constantly straddling the line between being in awe of and being overwhelmed by the size of the library, so Logan decided to end the tour after a bit and work on picking out a book.

“What type of book would you like to read?” Logan asked.

Virgil shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “Whatever you think is best is fine. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“But I’ve chosen every book I’ve read to you so far,” Logan said with a frown. “We should get something tailored to your interests.”

“I don’t have interests, Logan,” Virgil said with an eyeroll.

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“You have some interests,” Logan said.

Virgil raised an eyebrow.

“You like climbing,” Logan said, “and… horses. You and Mr. Deknis seem to get along.”

“Are there books about climbing?” Virgil asked.

“There are books about everything,” Logan claimed.

“Bullshit.”

Logan narrowed his eyes. “Careful with that language. Just because Patton isn’t here doesn’t mean you get to be crude.”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“I will tattle.”

“Fuck,” said Virgil.

Logan shook his head in exasperation but couldn’t help but smile a bit. There was something about Virgil when he felt comfortable enough to be slightly unruly that made Logan happy. It felt like a glimpse of the actual Virgil beneath his usual caution towards the world.

“How about we ask the librarian if there are any books on climbing,” Logan suggested. “Dr. Macey knows where all of the books would be. I can introduce you to them.”

Virgil didn’t look particularly pleased about meeting a new person, but he also didn’t seem overly distressed by the thought, so Logan tugged him along to the librarian’s small office where Logan had seen them disappear a few minutes ago. He knocked on the door.

It swung open a few seconds later and Dr. Macey’s head poked out. “Good morning, Prince Logan,” they said. They glanced at Virgil, “and, Virgil, I would assume.”

“I’ve mentioned you,” Logan said because he saw Virgil immediately start to freak out about a random person knowing his name. Though, honestly, he was sure Dr. Macey had heard about him from other sources as well. He turned back to the librarian. “I was wondering if you could help Virgil pick out a book. He hasn’t gotten many chances to read in his life and isn’t sure what type of thing he’d like. Also, if it could somehow involve climbing to prove a point, that would be appreciated.”

“Climbing, eh?” Dr. Macey asked, thinking for a couple of seconds. “I think I can probably find something.”

Dr. Macey spent a bit of time looking through the shelves. They made small talk with Virgil, and while Virgil seemed a bit guarded (likely because Dr. Macey was asking questions about him trying to figure out more about what type of book he liked), he seemed fairly calm. Logan was pleased to think he liked the library. Maybe when he was a bit better at reading and he’d adjusted more to the size of the room and the concept that other castle residents could come around, he’d want to spend some time down here.

Eventually, Dr. Macey picked out three options and let Virgil choose which one he wanted.

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There was a fantasy book, an adventure story, and a mystery story.

“All of these have to do with climbing?” Virgil asked skeptically.

“There’s at least one good long climb in each,” Dr. Macey promised with a smile.

Virgil studied the books for a long moment. Eventually, he pointed to one that had the title, “Into the Mist,” which was the fantasy book.

“Good choice,” Dr. Macey said. Logan was certain they would have said that regardless of which Virgil chose, but Virgil still lit up slightly at the praise. The librarian handed the book to Virgil and set the other two aside to reshelve later.

“Thank you, Dr. Macey,” Logan said.

“If you need anything else, let me know,” they said.

“I think that’s it for today,” Logan said. “Let’s go back upstairs Virgil.”

Virgil nodded, clutching his chosen book, and they left the library.

Chapter 44 (Thomas)

Loraine had called Thomas down to the stables to talk about a concern that had cropped up about their grain stores. They’d found mold in one of the grain bins which had, of course, soiled everything stored there. Luckily it ended up being one of the smaller grain bins, but it still provided some concern for getting through the winter. As it was, they would be able to make it through, but a lot less comfortably.

Thomas mostly trusted the three who ran the animal husbandry on the castle’s lands to deal with it, but he still provided his opinion when asked.

The meeting had taken a few hours. When he’d come down, the sun had been shining. It had been still cold, but not as freezing the last few days, though he was under no illusion that winter was anywhere near over. A point which was emphasized when he stepped out of Loraine’s office and glanced out of a window only to see what appeared to be a blizzard happening outside.

Great. He wasn’t exactly enthused about walking back to the castle in that. Wanting to delay it as long as possible, he turned away from the window and walked towards the other end of the stable.

He grabbed an apple along the way, intending to feed it to Mr. Apples while convincing himself to make the jaunt back up to the castle. To his surprise, Mr. Apple’s head didn’t pop into the hall upon hearing someone enter his domain (aka the hall outside of his stall). This was odd as Mr. Apples was a territorial bastard who was always sure to be prepared to confront anyone who came within range or eat an apple if the person invading his space happened to be one of the few he wouldn’t attempt to bite on sight. Yet, no white nose popped into sight.

When Thomas approached the stall, he figured out why. There was someone in the stall, but unlike most instances of someone being in a stall with Mr. Apples, the person was not being bitten, spit at, or anything else. Instead, Mr. Apples was standing there calm as day as Virgil ran a brush over his flank.

Thomas stared at them for a moment. He found himself wondering if Mr. Apples had died and someone had replaced him with another white horse so the royal family didn’t get upset like one might replace a child’s dead goldfish if it dies while they’re away.

However, then, Mr. Apples realized he was there. The disdain in his expression upon catching sight of Thomas told him this was no imposter. He apparently by some miracle had just found another person he liked. Which… did pose an issue for Thomas.

Virgil had calmed down around his presence a bit ever since Thomas had found him hiding in the castle, but Thomas wasn’t sure how he would feel about being confronted by Thomas’s presence without warning. In the past, he’d been rather jumpy. If Thomas startled a person Mr. Apples liked in front of Mr. Apples, the tentative peace between Thomas and the horse would surely be over.

He debated simply walking away like Mr. Apples’ expression was insisting, but before he could, Virgil glanced up at him. Thankfully, he didn’t jump. He looked at Thomas for a second, seeming a bit unsure. They hadn’t been alone since he’d stopped being completely terrified of Thomas’s existence after all, but eventually settled on saying, “Uh, hello your majesty.”

“Hello Virgil,” Thomas replied with a small smile. “You can just call me Thomas if you’d like.”

Virgil didn’t seem to know what to say to that, so Thomas dropped it for now.

“Mr. Apples seems to like you,” he said.

“He’s a good horse,” Virgil said, patting Mr. Apples’ side. Mr. Apples sent Thomas a smug look. Well, this… was a very familiar conversation.

Having learned long ago not to bother arguing his case, Thomas just said, “He doesn’t like many people.”

“Logan said that,” Virgil said.

“Where is Logan?” Thomas asked, curious. Usually, Virgil wasn’t too far from him or Patton, but Thomas hadn’t seen a sign of them in the stable.

“He’s studying in his library,” Virgil said, “but I wanted to come to the stable since the weather was slightly nicer.”

“And Patton?”

“He had a meeting with your advisor.”

“Makes sense,” Thomas said. He was glad Virgil was apparently comfortable enough now to go places without one of the other boys. He reluctantly supposed he had Mr. Apples to thank for that. “I brought him and apple. Would you like to feed it to him?”

“Sure,” Virgil said.

Thomas smiled and handed over one of the apple slices over the stall gate to Virgil who fed it to Mr. Apples. Once the horse was finished with that slice, Thomas handed him another.

“Don’t you want to feed it some to him?” Virgil asked.

“He’ll enjoy it much more from you,” Thomas replied.

Virgil frowned, but Mr. Apples threw his head in agreement. Virgil ended up feeding the rest of the apple to the horse.

“Would you like to walk back to the castle with me?” Thomas asked once the horse was busy chowing down on his last slice.

“Sure,” Virgil replied. Thomas smiled at him and helped him put away the brush and other supplies he’d been using on Mr. Apples.

Everything went smoothly until he and Virgil moved to leave the stable. The second that Virgil’s eyes saw the weather conditions outside he paused. Thomas did have to admit that he also wasn’t a fan of what was going on outside. The castle was only a dark blob in the distance when the snow was falling that fast.

Yet, there was something different about Virgil’s expression. It didn’t just seem like reluctance to get cold and wet. Thomas had unfortunately seen Virgil terrified a few times before and it was definitely fear flashing in his eyes right now.

“Are you alright?” Thomas asked softly. Virgil jumped at his voice, but for once Thomas didn’t think he had himself to blame for that.

“I…” Virgil hesitated. “I’m just going to stay here for a while.”

Thomas looked at him and then at the snow outside. “You don’t like the snow, I assume?”

Virgil curled one arm around his waist, gripping the opposite wrist. He shrugged one shoulder. “Bad experience.”

“Oh,” Thomas said, “I see.” The child was looking away from Thomas as well as from the snow outside. His eyes were fixed on a bale of hay. “I guess we’ll just stay out here for a bit.”

Virgil’s eyes shot back to him. “You don’t have to stay,” he said. “It’s fine.”

Thomas shrugged. “I didn’t really want to go out in that anyway.”

Virgil bit his lip. “You’re king,” he said. “You have important things to do. You don’t need to sit out in a horse stable with me because of my issues.”

“You’ll be amazed how much time I’ve spent sitting in a horse stable in my life, king or not,” Thomas said with a rueful smile.

Virgil still seemed unsure. “You don’t have to,” he said. There was no way Thomas was going to leave a child who was afraid of snowstorms for whatever reason alone in a horse stable even if he wouldn’t technically be alone with all of the workers.

“It’s fine,” said Thomas. “I’m sure the stable hands would be willing to share some of the tea in their breakroom with us. We’ll wait for a bit and then see if the storm decides to let up later.”

“If you’re sure,” Virgil said.

“I am,” Thomas said with a smile before leading him towards the staff breakroom and away from the sight of the snow falling outside.

Chapter 45 (Virgil)

The king took him a little room in the center of the stables. There were two people sitting in the room when they entered. They looked up at their entrance, but didn’t spare them a second glance, going back to playing a game with cards. This both made sense because the king should be able to go wherever he wanted without question and didn’t make sense because Virgil had assumed most people working for the castle would jump into asking if the king needed anything when he entered a room.

Instead, the king walked over to a small counter at the side of the room.

If Virgil did not know that he was the king, he probably wouldn’t have been able to tell. He’d dressed to be in a horse stable today. There was no crown or any jewelry really in sight except for a necklace. His clothing was perhaps of better quality than most who worked in a stable would wear every day, but not by a large margin. He could have just been a stable manager or something if Virgil did not know better.

He glanced back at Virgil once he’d grabbed a few clean cups. “What would you like to drink?” he asked.

“I don’t care,” Virgil said.

“Have you tried hot apple cider before?” the king asked.

Virgil shook his head.

“Well, it looks like they have some cider being kept warm here,” he said touching a small barrel that was sitting on the counter. There was a slight glow to the barrel that Virgil recognized as a heating enchantment.

“Sure,” Virgil said. “I like apples.”

The king smiled and turned to pour out a glass of the drink through a spigot on the side of the barrel. He offered it to Virgil. The king was serving Virgil a drink. That was… really weird. He was a weird king.

He took the cup. It was warm from the drink and Virgil felt some of the tension that had been in his shoulders since he’d seen the amount of snow outside release as his fingers warmed up.

“It has more spices than things like apple juice,” the king said. “Mostly cinnamon, but also things like cloves, ginger, and nutmeg.”

Virgil didn’t really know what any of those things tasted like off of the top of his head other than cinnamon and, of course, apples. He took a cautious sip anyway.

“Like it?” the king asked, a smile growing on his face quickly in response to whatever face Virgil was making.

Virgil nodded vigorously.

“Good,” the king said with a chuckle. He turned to get another glass of the apple cider for himself. “Let’s sit,” he said motioning with his head to a couch. It was the only free seating available other than one extra chair at the table where the two stable hands were playing cards.

Virgil did as he said, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. It was an old, but comfortable couch. Most of the things in this room seemed pretty old, though all in good condition. It made sense that they wouldn’t want to have a bunch of new furniture when people were just using it to take a break between cleaning horse stalls.

It was a nice little room all the same and warmer than the rest of the building. The two stable hands had slung their light coats over the backs of their chairs and the king also took his off before sitting. Virgil kept his on.

There were a few hooks where it looked like the workers kept their heavier winter coats for when they left the stable as well as some bags and a couple of paintings.

“That one looks like Mr. Apples,” Virgil pointed out.

The king glanced at the painting. “It is Mr. Apples actually,” he told Virgil.

“He was absolutely impossible to keep still for it. He went back in forth from trying to bite the artist to trying to show off for his owner. I’m pretty sure the artist made his eyes red if you look close enough just to express his displeasure somehow.”

“Logan?” Virgil asked.

“Oh, no,” said the king. “That was when my husband was alive.”

Virgil immediately internally cringed. Externally he said a quick “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” said the king. “He’s not a taboo topic to me.”

Virgil searched his face, but he really didn’t seem mad. There was maybe a bit of sadness around his expression, but he wasn’t angry.

“Logan always seems upset when he mentions him.”

“He’s mentioned him to you?” the king asked, sounding surprised.

“A few times,” Virgil said. “He said the headpiece was his favorite and, when he realized I didn’t like the snow, he tried to convince me it wasn’t all bad by telling me how they used to play in the snow when he was little.

“Logan doesn’t usually talk about him much,” the king said. “He was just a child when he died. It hit him very hard.”

Virgil had noticed that himself.

“It’s good he’s talking about him at least a bit.” The king mused, taking a sip of his drink. “He was the son of a stable hand here.”

“You married a stable hand’s son?” Virgil asked and something about his tone made the king laugh.

“I did,” he confirmed. “We met when we were teenagers about your age. His father had come to work at the castle, and they lived in one of the houses out back. There weren’t many kids in the castle at the time and we both liked the gardens and the orchard, so we ended up friends.”

This knowledge just reaffirmed to Virgil that Logan’s dad was an odd king. From what little Virgil knew of princes, they were not supposed to befriend the children of stable hands they met in the gardens and kings were certainly not supposed to marry them. Then again, Logan was also a prince and he had befriended an assassin he found in his bedroom. In fact, now that he thought about it, Patton was now a royal advisor in training, but even he was just the son of a chef.

Perhaps the royalty of Prijaznia were just like that. He was once again glad he hadn’t managed to kill the king.

He’d been glad for a while now. At first it had been because he’d gotten to know Logan and knew killing his dad would have made him sad. Now, though, he thought it was a good thing he didn’t kill the king because the king didn’t deserve to die from what Virgil had seen. He was nice.

He even got up and got Virgil more of the apple cider when he finished his first cup of it. He continued to sit with him and talk to him about different things like what he, Logan, and Patton had been doing in the past few days.

Eventually, the king went to go check if the weather was any better, leaving Virgil to finish his third glass of cider.

“It’s snowing less hard now,” the king told him when he got back, “but it’s still snowing. It’s also going to start to get dark soon. Do you want to try to go back?”

Virgil didn’t really. He didn’t want to be outside when it was snowing at all, but he also really wanted to be back at the castle before it was night. He’d much prefer to sleep in a bed or even in his closet than somewhere in the stable.

“Yeah, we can try to go back,” Virgil replied.

“Alright,” the king said. He grabbed his coat off of the couch from where he’d set it. Virgil had also taken off his coat eventually, so he grabbed his as well. Once they were both dressed, they walked back to the stable door.

Virgil hesitated when he saw the snow. It was better than it had been earlier, but it still was falling fairly hard. He shifted nervously. That was going to be cold.

At least now he could see the castle clearly, so he didn’t have to worry about getting lost in the snow and dying… probably.

“Here,” said the king. He reached for Virgil slowly and Virgil tensed but allowed it. The king took off the hood Virgil had put up and readjusted the cloth hat under it so it was over his ears before putting the hood back up. He pulled on some strings that Virgil hadn’t realized until right then tightened the hood so it wouldn’t fall off his head in the wind. Then, the king took off the scarf around his own neck and wrapped it twice around Virgil, so it covered his mouth and nose. The only exposed area of his face was now his eyes.

“Now will get the least amount of snow on you as possible,” the king said.

“Thanks,” Virgil said. It came out a little muffled.

He smiled at him. “Do you,” he asked, sounding a bit awkward, “want to hold my hand?”

He didn’t particularly. He’d held hands with Logan and Patton before, but that was different. This was the king. Then again… he looked out at the snow. He really didn’t want to risk getting lost in the snow and he was less likely to get lost in the snow if he was holding on to someone, especially someone who knew his way around the castle grounds very well.

Biting his lip behind the borrowed scarf, he decided he’d already taken way too many liberties when it came to the king. He shook his head no. “No thank you.”

“Alright,” said the king. “Offer is open if you change your mind. Ready to go?”

Virgil nodded, grimacing as he stepped out into the cold, the king at his side. Even with the nice winter coat from Logan and the king’s scarf, it was still noticeably cold. Still, he was not cold enough to justify the icy chill that went down his spine and the way his lungs felt frozen solid causing him to pant trying to take in air. It shouldn’t be this way. He’d been in much colder weather for much longer and with a lot less.

“Are you alright?” the king asked when Virgil couldn’t help but slow down to a stop, shivering.

Virgil looked up at him. Unlike Virgil’s face, he had no scarf to protect him from the weather, but he didn’t seem concerned about that. He seemed much more concerned about Virgil. His reddening face was pinched, and he didn’t look like a man as powerful as a king. He looked like… well, he looked like a concerned father, like Logan’s father.

“Can…” Virgil choked out. He held out his hand.

“Of course,” he said. “Like I said, the offer is open.” He reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Virgil’s. Virgil immediately felt the warmth of them, though it may have been more in his head. There were two pairs of thick gloves between their skin.

Logan’s dad led him by the hand all the way back to the castle.

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henlo adi tis i with a request for some stevetony fics,,, angsty if you have 'em 💓

okay so this rec list is mainly classic stevetony fics, but i assure you - there’s angsty ones in there (ive marked the angsty ones with a 😞 so you can identify them quicker) just a general note that a lot of authors are going to repeat, because there are some authors that (imo) are stevetony staples (so if you see an author more than once - thats a sign that ALL of their stevetony is good and ive cherry picked the ones i love the most) (ive also marked those authors with a 🌟)

in the light of limerence: @shell-heads

It's the final game of the season, their biggest one yet, and there's only one question on everybody's mind: who the hell is Captain Steve Rogers' boyfriend, and why does Cap keep dodging questions about him?

"You gotta admit it's suspicious that only Bucky and Sam have met your boyfriend, dude," Clint points out as he shoves Pietro away with a smirk, pulling the uniform over his head and tugging it down. "We've known you, what-two years? We've never seen the guy even once."

"And your phone mysteriously only has pictures of Tony Stark," Johnny Storm adds as he joins the conversation, knocking knees with Thor when he sits down on one of the benches. "Tony Stark, who has at least ten fansites and personally assured me he's had a boyfriend for the past five years."

"I can't believe Cap is actually out here acting like Tony Stark's boyfriend," Luke says with a smirk, resting against a wall without a care.

"I can't believe you guys still think this is a joke," Sam throws back while tossing his other dirty sock at Luke, who dodges it smoothly.

In little more than ten minutes, the biggest question of Shield University is answered with much aplomb by none other than Tony Stark himself.

almeno tu nell'universo: @silkspectred 😞 🌟 (funfact: this is the fic that got me into stevetony)

Tony drives off.

Well, he wants to.

But he can’t.

Because.

Steve Rogers is in front of his car.

Steve fucking Rogers. Is in front of Tony’s fucking car.

Rookie and Jailbait Take On The World: @theapplepielifestyle 🌟

“You really should be in school, you know.”

“Why would I be there when I could be here, solving crimes with my favourite rookie?” Tony flashes a grin, and Steve’s stomach twists like it did on the first day.

Teenager, Steve’s mind supplies. Definitely not legal, stop doing fluttery things, stomach.

Thumb, Index and Pinky Extended: @/Eudoxia 😞

Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you: @mizzy2k

Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

Celestial Navigation: @sabrecmc

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

By request, here is CN in one place without other stories and artwork.

Ironsides: @copperbadge 🌟

Antonia Carter Stark takes no shit and no prisoners.

Paved With Good Intentions (I’m On The Road To Hell): @itsallavengers 😞 🌟

When the mysterious group of vigilante assassins known only as 'The Avengers' are tipped off about the dirty secrets that lie within Stark Industries, Steve Rogers has his heart set on taking out Tony Stark for good in order to protect the rest of the world from his evil. He's seen the footage, after all- Stark is a man who fights only for himself. And of course, when a job arises as chief bodyguard for Stark, to protect him from the growing threat of an ominously infatuated stalker, the opportunity is way too good for him to miss out on. It's the perfect placement, and the perfect way to find out whether or not their tipoff is genuine.

But as Steve falls into rank as the new bodyguard for Mr. Stark and he spends time getting to know and protect him, his initial hatred begins to falter and merge into something different, something far more terrifying than the prospect of killing the face of Stark Industries.

Steve Rogers may just be falling in love with him instead.

The Problem With Communication: @itsallavengers

Steve is terrible at flirting, but when he finally picks up the courage to talk to the adorable barista who makes his drinks, he finds himself hitting a small snag:

That being, Tony is deaf. He doesn't know what Steve is saying.

But never say Steve Rogers does not rise to a challenge.

Killing Me Softly (With His Song): @itsallavengers

Steve is Tony's whole world. Tony couldn't imagine life without him. They've grown up together, after all.

Steve gets cancer.

Open Field In Front of Him: orphan account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.

Good For You: @orbingarrow 😞

Steve doesn't understand why Tony dates people who abuse him. Tony doesn't understand why Steve cares.

The rest is bad choices, good choices, rehab, milkshakes, paintball, YouTube videos, couples therapy and learning to put the past in the past. Or: How Tony finds his happy ending.

COMPLETE 5/27/16 Edited to add art as last chapter on 6/23/16

Wrapped Up In Clover: @festiveferret

It's been seven years since Steve and Tony split up, and Steve's sure he'll never see Tony again. He's finally managed to put their failed relationship behind him and move on, focusing on his friends and building his business. But then his best friends, Bucky and Clint, decide to get married, and their wedding week at a cabin resort in Vermont turns into a minefield of heartbreak for Steve.

little green soldiers: @/nasa 🌟

“Rhodey,” Tony says. “I’m not stupid. He’s shipping out in three months. I’m not going to fall in love with him.”

Tony is a student at MIT; Steve is a soldier. They meet at a house party six months before Steve is set to deploy. This is their story.

flesh and bone: @/nasa 😞

“You or Rogers?” they ask, brandishing a knife or a gun or a flame.

“Me,” Tony says, over and over again. “Me, me, me,” always me.

Buried: @not-close-to-straight

When Howard Stark demands Tony work at a dig site in S.America one summer to "build character" and "learn about life", Tony is furious. But then he meets soldier/archeologist Steve and falls in love with blue eyes and a perfect smile.

Just as they are ready to move forward together, Steve leaves abruptly with no explanation and breaks Tonys heart. Ten years later, Tony stumbles across the file for the old dig site. He's determined to visit and shut it down, but discovers that instead of a village, the dig has uncovered a temple and actually needs MORE money to stay open. A security team is hired to protect the staff and the artefacts they find, and Tony comes face to face with Steve Rogers all over again– except Steve is bearded and BIGGER and way more dangerous than he used to be...And Tony likes it.

When the camp is attacked, Steve jumps into action, snatching Tony and running into the jungle to escape and work their way towards safety. But long days and nights together bring back old feelings, and one day Steve takes a risk and asks Tony to give them another chance. Will Tony say yes? Or is his heart buried too far for the soldier-turned- archaeologist-turned-mercenary to find it?

don’t know why it took me so long to see: @3799steps

“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognising his boyfriend past a mask

Heartlines: @nanasekei 🌟

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.“

Feel Whole Again: @thepartyresponsible

Steve turns to leave. It’s easier to talk, somehow, when he’s not looking at him. “If you need anything,” he says, “I’m just a few floors down.”

“Might regret that, Cap,” Tony says to his retreating back. “I’ve been told I’m needy.”

Steve doesn’t know who the hell said that to Tony. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

“It’s an honor,” he says, a little helpless, out of his depth and out of his time. “It’s an honor to be trusted with something like that, Tony.”

Attack Dog: @/salytierra

Steve doesn't swim in self-delusion. He knows that he is sick and that his owner is even worse. He is aware of it every time he rips some nameless guy’s throat out and feels the crunch of bones under his fingers. He is aware of it every time the rush of adrenaline at seeing life slip away from a stranger’s eyes hits him and gets him bothered and panting in ways that have nothing to do with physical exhaustion.

But it feels so good…

His owner’s approach is less personal. His shots fall clean and take out several foes at a time, his figure elegant and so graceful he looks like a god among savages. He is power incarnated, cold and burning like a sun at the same time… and Steve tries not to focus on him when they are fighting together, least his knees go weak and his technique falters. It’s fine though. They will go home afterwards and his owner will fuck him on the hard floor, with most of their gear still on and a vicious grip in his hair.

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers/tony stark #stevetony staples #OKAY this is like 20 fics long #so im going to make a second post #and the second post will have more #but have these for now :)))#adi answers asks #rhodee

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sleepywinchester · 6 years ago

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Unusual | Chapter 23

Summary: A new start, a new beginning and a new perspective of the past.

Autor: @sleepywinchester | prev. deanwinchester-af

Pairings: Dean x Katherine

Characters: Dean Winchester, Katherine Pierce, Sam Winchester.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Fluff

Title: The First Case

A/N: ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I UPDATED THISSSSS. Even though I did already upload this chapter in Wattpadd ages ago, I forgot I did not do here. For the smol people that are still interested in this series, this is for you. xoxox

Tags: @fandommaniacx you’re the most loyal reader to this fic, thankyou. *hugs*

Feedback is always appreciated it <3

/ / Katherine's POV / /

I giggled as Dean's left soft smooches on my neck, his smile was against my skin. Dean and I were still in bed from the night before. We were still lost on the feeling after having each other. We, I, feared that if we got out of this bed the magic spell would break and everything would go back to being the same. Back to being just hunting partners. I didn't want that.

Dean's gaze broke me from my thoughts, his eyes were so green and beautiful up close. A smile escaped my lips as I lost myself in his eyes.

"what? " Dean asked, a small smirk on his face.

Dean's gruff morning voice sent a shiver down my spine in the most righteous way.

"Nothing," I said with a smile, caressing his naked shoulder.

"Nothing?" Dean asked, holding his head over his hand.

Looking down to his strong arm, his bicep showed up more as his muscles flexed. Dean followed my stare and huffed a laugh, shaking his head for a second.

"Don't objectify me," Dean smirked.

I laughed out loud mimicking his posture and looked him in the eye. "I am not objectifying you." Dean cocked an eyebrow. "I'm just... observing."

At that moment Dean leaned in and kissed my lips. He drew me closer, kissing me more deeply and with passion. Nobody has ever kissed me this way before. Nobody has ever made love to me this way. It was early to have this thought but nobody could compare to Dean Winchester. I was on cloud nine, high on him and I would fight whoever asked me to go to rehab. The more he kissed me, the thought of fearing what could happen after today vanished.

Dean's hand touched my waist and a giggle escaped me.

"You are... ticklish?" Dean asked and I nodded. He glanced down to my waist, his eyes curious and playful. Instantly I knew what he was thinking. "I wonder..."

"Don't-," my voice was cut off by my own hysterical laughter. Dean's fingers began to tickle my ribs and waist. I couldn't stop the laugh or try to escape his strong arms, it was worthless.

"What the-," Sam's voice suddenly made Dean and I jump.

Dean and I glared at Sam, who stood in shock in the middle of the doorway. I looked at Dean and covered my chest more with the sheet. Looking back at Sam, his eyes were still wide and in shock.

"Dude?!" Dean snapped him out of the shock. "Did you forgot how to knock?"

Sam shook his head, turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. At that moment, Dean and I began to laugh after his younger brother reaction.

I sighed leaning back in the bed, "Guess we can scratch telling Sammy about us off today's to-do list."

Dean huffed one final laugh, "Yep." His naughty boy eyes met with my gaze. "Now where were we? Oh..." He said before continuing to kiss me.

Deep down I wanted to stay in bed with Dean but we both had a lot of work to do. Strolling into the control center, Dean's gaze was the first my eyes found. Sam observed the way we shared quiet yet adorable glances. At that moment Sam realized that he hasn't seen Dean act this way since Lisa.

Sam cleared his throat with a smug smile on his face.

"So, you two..." Sam said, "are you guys together?"

Comfortably I sat on Dean's lap and looked at Sam, waiting on silence for Dean's answer. We were together but saying it out loud to Sam felt like Dean's answer and not mine's.

"We are," Dean said proudly.

Sam huffed a laugh, "That's something I thought I'd never seen."

I tried but I couldn't suppress the smile that listening Dean says 'we are' gave me.

"Have a little faith, Sam," I told him.

"Yeah, Sammy," Dean backed my play, "have a little faith."

"Sure," Sam said, "though I'm glad you two finally got together. It was 'bout time."

"Mhm," I said, noticing the large box resting in the middle of the table. "What's that?"

"That," Sam slid it towards me, "it's for you."

I glanced at him in awe, "Some vintage Louboutins? Awe. Sammy, you shouldn't have."

Sam huffed a laugh, "This box had your name and... former species. It's all the Men of Letters found on you: Key of Purgatory."

Dean peeked over, "Seems like you were a big topic around here."

"All this?" I spoke with excitement of the sudden attention, "For little old me?"

Sam and Dean chuckled as I browsed through the box. Dean looked in and grabbed an old picture of me. His eyes widen, observing how aged the picture was.

"Kitty Kat?"

"Hm?"

"Was this taken in the 1890's?" Dean cocked an eyebrow, showing off the picture.

I hold on to it and smirked, "Actually... 1900's."

"Wow," Dean said, "you're old. I'm dating a very old lady."

I chuckled, shaking my head briefly, "Does that makes me a cougar?"

"Wait," Sam spoke in shock. "Dating? Did that word just came out of your mouth?" He looked at his brother.

"Shut up," Dean smirked and glanced back at me. "Seriously, how old are you?"

"That's a question you never ask a lady," I smirked. "Let's just say, this body stopped aging when it was 27." I turned to him, "And now that I think of it... It will start aging now that I am human." Instantly my eyebrow rose and the corner of my lip curved. "Thanks, Dean for the reminder."

Dean shrugged with pride, "Anytime." He turned to look at the pile of box lying inside the library. "Do I really have to do inventory?"

Standing up I grabbed the box off the table, "Yes. Sam and I did our parts, it's your turn."

"Where are you going?" Dean watched me walk towards the hall of bedrooms.

"To see if these librarians had their facts right," I said, "I'll be in my room."

Dean nodded, "Wait. Aren't you going to move your stuff to mine?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm thinking of making my old bedroom a walk-in closet." The Winchesters brothers glanced at me confused. "And you both are going to help me," I stated and turned to the bedroom.

It only took me a couple minutes into the box and its files to learn that I was one of the Men of Letters first cases. They were very interested in Purgatory and monsters. They all thought that I could be their best source. I tilted my head as I kept reading, "I am the best source."

Librarians or not... The Men Of Letters were good and I had to accept it. They were close to my trail but far enough to not catch me.

"We believe Katherine Pierce was human before being the Key of Purgatory... It's known that the mother of all creatures couldn't procreate. She must have abducted her and transform her into her own. We think is possible Katherine could get back into her human form in some way."

Below the paragraph, there were ancient pictures, hand-drawn portraits. As I kept looking through the files, I ended up finding a really old book titled 'PETROVA'. It told the history of that family. "

Grabbing a couple of folders and strolled back into the library. Once again Dean was sitting at the table with his brother and a magazine on hands.

"What's wrong with me? Dean said, "This is the first edition dude. You know how what this would go for on eBay?" Dean said showing off the magazine.

Sam looked at me and then glanced back at Dean. "No, why? Do you?"

"No," Dean reply quickly.

Standing next to him, I looked for a second at the Asian porn magazine. "Sure you do." Dropping the files on top of the table, I winked and smiled at Dean "Fun fact." Sam and Dean looked up towards me. "I was one of the first cases here," there was pride on my tone. "They thought I was a good investment and source of knowledge."

Dean grabbed the file after I sat on top of his lap.

"You were human before you were The Key of Purgatory?" Dean asked browsing through the pages.

"Yes. That's why I'm human again... Even turned me into the Key of Purgatory when she felt threatened by God... I think they are my ancestors... or maybe family. "

"You really don't remember how you got turned?" Sam asked curiously.

I shook my head saying 'no'. "I only know what Eve has told me and what I've discovered by being extremely noisy." Glancing back at the paper, I read the name, Petrova. "It kind of matches... Pierce... Petrova."

"They were always so close to catching you," Sam said.

I nodded, "But they never did."

"They caught one of your former lovers though," Dean added showing a picture of Bryan.

Three decades have passed since I saw Bryan's face. He was smiling in the picture, just as he would always be in real life. It was bittersweet to see him again, knowing how he died and that deep down I still felt responsible for his death.

"Hey?" Dean's soft yet worried tone detached me from my memories. "Everything good?"

"Yeah," I replied quickly fixing a hair lock behind my ear. "I saw him after they captured him... He was running from someone but he never told me from who... All he said was that I needed to stay under the radar." I scoffed placing the dots together in my head. "He was talking about The Men of Letters."

"You loved him?" Sam asked.

My eyes met with Sam's instantly. "I don't know much about love..." I looked back to Dean. "I know I feel good with you... I know I feel happy and I felt happy with Bryan... So, maybe yes... maybe I did love him."

"Do you think he's still alive?" Dean asked.

"No," I replied. "In those days I wasn't the best at knowing when my mother would look through my eyes. I found him dead in the middle of the town we were staying before I planned to flee... I still feel responsible if I'm honest."

"Hey," Dean's hand touched my shoulder, his touch was comforting and warm. "It's not your fault. Eve was a crazy bitch..."

Biting my lower lip, I took a deep breath in and slowly pulled myself back from the verge of crying. "There is a lot of things that I am responsible for... Some bad, some good, but since I met you-." I looked at Sam, "since I met both of you, I've worked to become a better being..."

"A better person," Sam added to my sentence.

I smiled softly at him, knowing this was his way of finally accepting me into his family.

Dean kissed my shoulder. "We are not perfect but we try our best to redeem ourselves from the things we've done. All we have to do is keep fighting."

Looking back at Dean, I couldn't resist the thought of kissing his lips and so I did. He kissed me back with the same tenderness I needed.

Dean didn't care if I was The Key of Purgatory. He cared that I wanted to be a better me because he's been through what I've been through. He's lost himself and found himself, again and again, only this time we were not alone. This time we have each other.

"Get a room." Sam stood and walked out.

Dean and I chuckled as we continued to kiss each other.

#dean fic #dean x katherine #dean winchester #dean fanfiction #unusual #elsie writes

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blackcatt4211 · 6 years ago

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Hello everyone! This message goes out to all the fans of monsters under my bed. If you haven’t checked it out already I highly recommend it, I’ll leave a link in the description below.

For anyone who hasn’t read ‘monsters under my bed’. here is the link I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think of it. I’m always open to suggestions and advice for the story to make it more enjoyable for you. all suggestions are taken very seriously and I alway love hearing positive feed back. It helps keep me motivated when I know ppl enjoy my work. also Here is the summary and tags to what this book is about.

WARNING!!! This is a rated ‘R’ story filled with graphic violence, nudity, and fowl laguage. People who are under the age of 18 shouldn’t be reading this. It is a very mature (not really mature but more for adults) book and if you don’t like this type of content. Simple answer... don’t read

I will tell you now I do not tolerate hate comments on my work so please lets be friends every one :3 mew

(please scroll down more for the update on ‘Monsters under my bed’)

Monsters under my bed

BlackCatt4211

Fandoms:

Undertale (Video Game)

Not Rated

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

F/M, M/M, Multi

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Rape/Non-Con

female reader/Sans

female reader/papyrus

female reader/Red

female reader/ Edge

female reader/Slim

female reader/Black

female reader/Blue

female reader/Stretch

Swapfell frontcest

Alphys/Undyne (Underswap)

Female Reader - Character

Swapfell!Papyrus

Swapfell!Sans

Underswap!Papyrus

Underswap!Sans

Undertale!Sans

Undertale!Papyrus

underfell!papyrus

underfell!sans

Underlust!Sans

Underlust!Papyrus

genderswap!Sandra

Genderswap Papi

Underswap!Undyne

Underswap!Alphys

Sibling Incest

Mistress

Hiding a true self

menchen of self harm

Sex

Smutt

Massages

Fluff

Cute and fun dates

awkward moments

Teasing

may add more tags

Attempted Rape/Non-Con

suggestion of HoneyMustard

Suggestion of PuffBerry

graphic description of violence

Threesome - F/M/M

Polyandry

Troubled Past

Slim's a pervert

Douche bag ex boyfriend

Violence against women

Summary

You lost your job, your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend, and got kicked out of your apartment. Where do you go? A trip to the bar should help you think. Little did you know... that night changed your life forever.....

Hello all my fans, friends, and followers. We have come a long way from when we first started this book. It was originally just a side project, a random Idea that came to my mind at the time. After reading TONS of Undertale fan-fictions and comics, seeing all this fan art, (and working on actual side projects that was sadly never completed or never got posted, still have all my work but some of it is just terrible lol) I finally decided what to find out what it’s like to write a story based on the reader’s side of the story.

technically, my first readers view was a different book called “Finding Myself”. My first attempted of a reader’s P.O.V. book with Underfell!Papyrus/Reader/Underfell!Sans relationship. it was also my first experimentation of a 3-way relationship. It was about how our dear reader fell into a teffying place, Underfell and was found by UF!Sans. he took her back to his place where later on you meet UF!Papyrus and you fake a relationship with UF!Sans in order to live. UF!Papyrus gains an interested in you and thats when things started going wrong. you realize you have this dangerous amount of power and it becomes a terrible problem. (There’s a brief description on ‘finding myself for those of you who are interested.)

I had never attempted anything like it before and unforchanetly, I have gone on a hiatus on it due to lack of motivation and that this book is pretty much the only work I was focused the most on when I started getting more and more encouragement and suggested just pored in so when ‘Monsters under my bed, took off ‘Finding Myself’ was sadly left behind as of many of my other works. However, that doesn't mean I abandoned it. As of my other works.

See when I get an Idea I always write it down and come back to it, because life can get very, very busy. So I can always come back to any work I choose even if years had past. Pretty neat huh. However, in order for me to get the motivation to return to any past works, I need motivation (such as comments, like’s and suggestions). So for those of you who want me to work on older work you gotta tell me. But thats not why you guys are here.

For those of you who haven’t left yet from my ramblings heres a brief update on most of the change’s in ‘Monsters under my bed’ ;

Major Changes

‘Mistress’ Is no longer chapter 1 and became the introduction

The fighting scenes updated

The interaction with Slim outside in the parking lot is a little longer

Most (if not every) grammar mistakes has been fixed

The reader now wakes up differently next to Slim

Texted edited in Grammar and spelling

Text updated based on Characters

Updated fluff scenes with certain characters to add more fluff and feels

Chapter’s 2,3,4 is now chapter 1 and is now called ‘Where am I? When do I move in?’ (Word count 4003)

Chapter’s 5,6,7 is now chapter 2 (Word count 3575)

Chapter’s 8,9,10 is now chapter 3 (work count 3690)

Chapter’s 11,12,13 is now Chapter 4 (word count 3132)

Chapter’s 14,15, 16 is now chapter 5 (word count 3718 )

Chapter’s 17, 18, 19 is now chapter 6 (word count 3641)

Chapter’s 20, 21, 22 is now chapter 7 (word count 4427)

Chapter’s 23, 24, 25 is now chapter 8 (word count 3351)

Chapter’s 26, 27, 28 is now chapter 9 (word count 3411)

Chapter’s 29, 30, 31, 32 is now chapter 10 (word count 5108)

Chapter’s 33, 34, 35 is now chapter 11 (word count 3654)

Chapter’s 36, 37, 38 is now chapter 12 and is now called ‘A date with Red’ (word count 3477)

Chapter’s 39, 40, 41, 42 is now chapter 13 (word count 4659)

Chapter’s 43, 44, 45 is now chapter 14 (word count 3657)

Chapter’s 46, 47, 48 is now chapter 15 (word count 3814)

Thats all the change’s thats happened so far. If I miss any I will repost the list with the newer one’s highlighted. I’m thinking about posting updates o the book about the books development every two weeks. what do you guys think about that?

hopefully you all will want me to post more of these. I love communicating with my fans and this helps so that everyone isn't in the dark about the book. I didn't post descriptive change’s for those who haven’t read it but are interested so sorry no one can see the actual change’s (unless they are an editor) until the update has been completed. With the drastic change in chapters and lengths i feel it be to comfusing to post as I go along so it will have to wait till me and my best friend @SofiatheHedgehog I highly suggest you check her out on Wattpad. she is a very talented Author who’s been helping on this project. I don’t think I’d make it this far without her honestly. So if your reading this Sophia, thank you Sissy! You’re a very talented author and im proud to be your friend :3

you guys can come check me out on twitter if you want and if you came from twitter, welcome to my tumblr page :)

Anyways thankyou for taking the time read this update and hopefully I will see you guys next time in the development of ‘Monster’s under my bed’. If you have any thought’s or questions, feel free to leave a comment message me. :3

Love you guys! Mew <3

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dannybnnt · 7 years ago

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Big News

Summary: Isley has bigs news for Dan.

@isleydrewwhittaker

Daniel-Yesterday at 5:59 PM

All Daniel could think about through his dinner meeting was the fact that Isley 'wanted to talk'. Now, he hadn't ever been broken up in an upfront way but movies had told him that those words were never a good sign. He had went back on wanting a baby, maybe she was that upset with him. Maybe all the drama wasn't worth it, and he really couldn't say that he blamed her for that. Either way, his stomach was in knots when he finally got out of dinner and headed back to his apartment. He stepped in the door and took his shoes off before heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water, deciding that he would let Isley approach him when she was ready.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:02 PM

Isley had been pacing back and forth for the past hour, waiting for Daniel to come home. By the time he did, she was shaking with nerves and anxiety. As soon as she heard the door close, she walked into the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar. "Hi," She said shakily.

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:02 PM

He looked over at her, setting the glass in his hand down. "What's wrong?"

Isley-Yesterday at 6:03 PM

Immediately, she started crying. "I'm sorry, Daniel, please don't hate me!"

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:03 PM

He watched her in confusion "Did you cheat or something?" Was the first thought that came to mind.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:04 PM

"God, no." She wiped her tears from her face as she tried to calm herself down. "It's just.." The waterworks started again.

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:05 PM

He was relieved when she said that she hadn't cheated. That was the only thing that could really make him not like her. "What?" He asked, getting nervous for whatever news she had.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:05 PM

After a few more moments of crying, she finally settled down enough to look him in the eye. "I'm pregnant."

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:07 PM

For some reason, he wasn't anticipating that news. Sure, he had his thoughts when she was blaming everything on PMS, but he had figured a lot of that was because they had been talking about babies so much. He wasn't sure how to feel at the moment, or which emotion to show. He was happy because it was something he had wanted for so long and Isley was the one person he knew he could do it with, but he was terrified all the same. He realized he had taken so long to let his thoughts process and nodded his head. "Okay." He replied evenly.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:08 PM

She stood from her seat. "Okay? What does that mean?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:08 PM

"It means, okay. We've wanted this. It's a good thing." He tried to make his tone match what he was saying.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:09 PM

"But you changed your mind, you don't want this."

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:09 PM

"I don't not want this." He looked down at the counter, his hand fidgeting with the glass.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:13 PM

"But you don't want it." She replied softly

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:14 PM

"Isley, stop. I do. I want it." He insisted.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:16 PM

Tears began to flow again as she backed away from him. "You told me just a few nights ago we should stop trying. And you couldn't even tell me what you would do if I got pregnant."

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:17 PM

He was panicking and having a hard time hiding that fact. He had changed his mind, and while he was trying to be happier about the news it had come at a very bad time. " I'm..." For once, he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, Isley. We'll do this and it will be fine."

Isley-Yesterday at 6:22 PM

"Daniel, I'm so scared..."

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:23 PM

He took a breath to get himself together before reaching across the counter to grab her hand. "Don't be scared, baby. I'm sorry... I really am happy about this. You'll be such a good mom."

Isley-Yesterday at 6:26 PM

She took his hand, gripping it tightly. "Are you really happy?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:26 PM

"Yeah..." He smiled. While he was torn about everything, this had been something he wanted for so long. He couldn't let his family get in the way of that. "We're having a baby.. Of course I'm happy." He whispered.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:27 PM

Sniffling, she wiped her face once more. "Oh my god, Daniel, we're having a baby."

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:28 PM

His smile grew a little "I can't believe you actually got pregnant so fast."

Isley-Yesterday at 6:31 PM

"Me neither! Although it does make me feel a little better about being so bloated. Explains why my jeans were tighter."

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:32 PM

"It explains a lot of things." He said with a small laugh.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:38 PM

"Come here." She said, holding her hand out to him.

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:39 PM

He walked around to the other side of the counter and put his arms around her.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:40 PM

Isley wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I love you," She whispered.

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:40 PM

"I love you too, baby. This is a really exciting new chapter for us. I promise it will all work out."

Isley-Yesterday at 6:44 PM

"Are you sure you're not upset?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:44 PM

"I'm a little nervous.. But not upset." He shook his head.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:49 PM

"You want this? Me? This baby?" She pulled away, resting a hand on her stomach.

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:50 PM

"Of course I do." He placed his hand over hers.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:54 PM

"We're having a baby..." A smile broke out across her face. "We're having a baby!" She yelled this time, jumping back into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Daniel-Yesterday at 6:55 PM

He hugged her tightly, feeling a lot better about being excited. "We're having a baby." He smiled.

Isley-Yesterday at 6:59 PM

When he finally set her down, Isley pulled her shirt up over her stomach, exposing it. There was no obvious bump yet, but she looked like she had gained a little weight. "Hey, peanut, it's your mommy." She whispered to her stomach.

Daniel-Yesterday at 7:00 PM

He looked down at her belly with her, his hand moving over it. "Do we need to make a doctor's appointment?"

Isley-Yesterday at 7:01 PM

"Yeah, we need to see how far along I am." She replied, her voice still low as she watched Daniel's hand on her stomach with awe.

Daniel-Yesterday at 7:13 PM

"Yes we do. How long does it seem like you've been having all the symptoms?"

Isley-Yesterday at 7:14 PM

"Only about a week, so I can't be that far along. What's the fastest way to get insurance?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 7:14 PM

"I'll get it figured out. You might be able to be put on mine."

Isley-Yesterday at 7:15 PM

"I thought we had to be married for that?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 7:15 PM

"You might be right. I wouldn't mind paying a premium to get you insured though so it will be easy to figure out. Just don't worry about the money stuff, I'll do that."

Isley-Yesterday at 7:17 PM

"We could get married. Just on paper, no rings or ceremony or anything. If we need to, anyway." She suggested, looking away from him.

Daniel-Yesterday at 7:18 PM

"I mean, we can get you health insurance no problem." He was nervous that it would make her mad that he didn't want to get married right away.

Isley-Yesterday at 7:19 PM

"That's fine, I just didn't know if it would be easier." She shrugged, not really caring either way.

Daniel-Yesterday at 7:19 PM

He nodded his head "We'll do what we have to do. But if we're gonna get married, it needs to be because we love each other and both want it."

Isley-Yesterday at 7:20 PM

She smiled at his response. "Sounds good to me. Do you think we can get an appointment for tomorrow? I don't want to wait."

Daniel-Yesterday at 7:21 PM

"Maybe. We can call a few places and see." He shrugged.

Isley-Yesterday at 7:27 PM

"Okay." She replied, still rubbing her belly.

Daniel-Yesterday at 7:28 PM

"Hopefully we can though. I'd be happy to hear when you're due."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:04 PM

"Me, too. What do you think, a boy or girl?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:04 PM

"Hmm... I think a boy would be cool." He smiled.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:05 PM

"I want a boy first, too. Although we only have a name for a girl right now."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:05 PM

"Well, I gotta fit James into a name somewhere if we have a boy." He laughed.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:06 PM

"Really?" She said with a groan.

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:06 PM

"What? You hate it?"

Isley-Yesterday at 8:06 PM

"No offense, I just don't want to name our baby after your dad."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:07 PM

"Well my name is James." He shrugged.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:10 PM

"That's true. Okay, you're worth naming a baby after. James as first or middle?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:11 PM

"Maybe the middle name. Or we could do like what my parents did and just call him by his middle name."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:12 PM

"That works, too." She said with a nod. "I think you'd be really cute with a little girl, too."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:12 PM

"I think you'll be perfect with either." He smiled, giving her a kiss.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:14 PM

She kissed him back lovingly. "I can't believe I'm growin' a baby in here!"

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:14 PM

He chuckled "I can't believe you are either. It's crazy to think about. And that I'll actually get to hold this one and love it."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:14 PM

"All yours, baby." She said.(edited)

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:15 PM

He felt like he could tear up at the thought. "Now we just gotta keep you locked in the apartment while the baby cooks." He joked.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:16 PM

She rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, right. I'm gonna be a portable oven, okay?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:16 PM

"Work and home." He said with a nod.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:17 PM

"Daniel!" She said, hitting him. "I'm gonna do the same things I've been doing."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:17 PM

"But like a lot less." He shrugged.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:18 PM

"Pregnant women can do almost anything other women can."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:18 PM

"We'll talk to the doctor about what we can do." He suggested.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:20 PM

Rolling her eyes again, she said, "Okay, fine, we'll ask."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:20 PM

"Don't get eyerolly with me. I want the baby safe, that's all."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:20 PM

"The baby will be safe, love." She laid a hand on his cheek.

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:23 PM

"I know that." He said with a nod. "Do you wanna go take a bath? I think it's been a long day for both of us."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:25 PM

"Yeah, but first...peanut butter." She giggled, grabbing the jar and a spoon before following him into their bathroom.

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:26 PM

"You and peanut butter." He scoffed as he walked back to the bathroom and started the water. "I got this lavender bubble bath stuff the other day because I thought you'd like it. If you don't, you don't have to use it. I just knew you were sick."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:27 PM

"It's not me, it's the baby! Peanut loves peanut butter." She said, then pressed a kiss to his lips at his words. "You're so sweet, baby, I love you. Lavender is my favorite."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:28 PM

"Well, I forgot to tell you about it so not that sweet." He joked as he began to pull his clothes off.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:30 PM

"Still sweet." She said, following suit and taking her clothes off. She dipped a toe in the water, testing the temperature. "All good," she gestured for him to get in first so she could sit between his legs.(edited)

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:40 PM

He stepped into the bathtub and sunk down into it, "Maybe it will help a little with morning sickness. Hopefully that goes away soon."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:42 PM

"Yeah, especially since it's not just in the morning, and I'm nauseous almost twenty four-seven." She said as she got in as well, leaning into him. She grabbed her peanut butter and spoon, taking a good mouthful.

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:43 PM

"Avery had morning sickness all through her pregnancy.. Maybe we could find a way to help with it."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:46 PM

Isley sat up a little, unhappy with being compared to his ex wife. "Maybe."(edited)

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:51 PM

"She didn't get to do the cravings thing though because she was at boarding school.. They were kind of strict, I guess. So you're lucky." He joked.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:52 PM

She nodded silently, distracting herself with the bubbles. She didn't want to hear this.

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:53 PM

He sat back, realizing she was getting annoyed. "Sorry. It just kind of brings me back."

Isley-Yesterday at 8:54 PM

"It's okay, I get it. It's just...I'm not Avery, and this baby isn't Natalie. I don't really want to be compared to her."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:58 PM

"I'm not comparing anything." He said quickly.

Isley-Yesterday at 8:59 PM

She shrugged. "I mean, a little. She got sick, I got sick. She didn't get to do cravings, I do."

Daniel-Yesterday at 8:59 PM

"Okay.. I'm sorry. I was just trying to be helpful."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:00 PM

"I know, babe, it's okay. It's just...weird, is all." She leaned back into his arms.

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:02 PM

"Well if it helps, it will be a lot different with you. I only got to know what she had told me about on the phone. I didn't even get to be there when she had the baby. So... I can't compare that much."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:02 PM

"I sure hope it's different with me." She laughed sarcastically.(edited)

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:04 PM

He felt like he wasn't saying things right so he just sunk a little more into the water so he could rest his head on the bath. "We're gonna have a huge bath tub in our house."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:05 PM

"Absolutely." She said, thankful for the topic change. "Big enough for us to lay side by side...although we probably won't."

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:08 PM

"I don't want us to lay side by side." He laughed. "I saw this picture of a bathroom where they had a fireplace in front of the tub. I liked that idea."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:10 PM

"I don't either, but we'd get a tub that big. I like my place right here. Soon, my belly is gonna poke out of the water." She mused. "Ooo, I like that idea. We should put a TV above it, too."

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:10 PM

"That will be adorable." His hand moved to her stomach in response. "Then we'll never leave."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:11 PM

"You know you can actually see the baby move? That will be so cool." She placed her hand on top of his. "Hey, I'm okay with that. We'll train the kids to bring us food."

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:15 PM

"Yeah that will be really cool. I can't wait." He laughed. "They'll be like 'mommy and daddy's room is in the bathtub'"

Isley-Yesterday at 9:17 PM

"I can't wait to feel Peanut kick. I'm calling it Peanut, by the way, since it loves peanut butter so much and calling the baby it is weird." She explained. "Mommy and Daddy live in the tub!" She laughed with him. "I like the way that sounds. Mommy and Daddy."

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:18 PM

"Peanut makes sense." He smiled. "It's weird to think a little human will be calling us that."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:20 PM

"And peanuts are small, too." She continued, raising a foot out of the water and twirling it around. "It is weird. I like it, though."

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:21 PM

"I love the thought of it. I hope they're a little you."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:25 PM

"I am pretty adorable." She flipped her wet hair. "I hope they at least have your eyes."

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:26 PM

"You are." He agreed. "I just can't wait to see what they'll look like. Rufus might get jealous of a baby."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:27 PM

"They have those fancy 3D ultrasounds now where you can see the baby's face!" She remembered excitedly. "Rufus is already jealous of me. He's just gonna have to get used to the fact that he's not the cutest anymore."(edited)

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:28 PM

"Oh yeah, that's right. They always look creepy though." He scrunched his nose. "He is a little jealous... He lost his cuddle buddy. Poor dude."

Isley-Yesterday at 9:30 PM

"True. But it would still be kinda cool." She nodded. "That's okay, once the baby is a little bigger they can cuddle each other."

Daniel-Yesterday at 9:33 PM

"It will be cool. We'll definitely get one of those." He smiled. "I think that Rufus would like a baby. He's such a calm dog."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:02 PM

"I can't wait. I wanna know how far along I am. I mean, I've already gained some weight. I thought I was just bloated, but it's Peanut." She laughed a little. "Ru-bear would be so sweet with a little baby."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:03 PM

"Yeah, maybe you got pregnant like the first time we had sex. It's been like... Almost two months?"

Isley-Yesterday at 10:03 PM

"Maybe. A few days after Valentine's Day, so yeah, almost two months."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:06 PM

"Yeah, so who knows. We have never used condoms."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:06 PM

"That's true, and apparently you're very...fertile." She added with a laugh.(edited)

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:10 PM

"Shit, I guess so. Avery and I had issues having kids for year, I don't know why I'm suddenly able to get everyone pregnant." He joked.

Isley-Yesterday at 10:10 PM

"You're free!" She joked with him. "Avery's iron grip on your balls was cutting off your flow."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:10 PM

"That's so horrible, but probably true." He laughed.

Isley-Yesterday at 10:23 PM

"Hey." She said quietly. "You're gonna be a dad."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:24 PM

"I know." He smiled. "I feel like I should be more concerned about it. Like that I am going to be terrible at it, but I'm really excited."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:26 PM

"I bet you're a natural." She said to him, turning her head and kissing his chest. "I wish I could tell my parents they're going to have a grandbaby. They always wanted one."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:27 PM

"I'm sorry, baby. I bet they would have been really happy for you."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:31 PM

"I know they would've been, and they would've loved you. I still have my mother's ring, you know. It's somewhere in storage with the rest of the stuff I haven't been able to go through."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:32 PM

"You think they would have liked me?" He asked with a smile. "You should wear it, baby. "

Isley-Yesterday at 10:35 PM

"I know they would've. You make me so happy and you treat me right. That's all that mattered to them." She smiled fondly. "I thought about it, but...I don't know, not yet. Maybe I'll give it to Mila, she's named after her anyways."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:36 PM

"Then I'll try to always do those things." He said softly. "Why not? It could be Mila's ring someday.. If we have a Mila."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:40 PM

"I have no doubt you'll succeed." She kissed his chest again. "I don't know. I always expected my dad to give it to my boyfriend after he asked for my hand...cheesy, I know." She laughed at herself, a little embarrassed. "Well, I'm assuming this won't be our only baby and that we'll have little Mila Eloise eventually."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:41 PM

Daniel felt a little bad, especially because he had pretty much taken marriage off the table altogether. "Well, if we save that ring for Mila then I'll buy you any ring that you want someday. For like a promise ring."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:44 PM

"I don't need a ring, baby, just you. But I don't know, it might stop the incessant stream of men hitting on me." She teased.

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:46 PM

"That's what I got you pregnant for." he replied.

Isley-Yesterday at 10:47 PM

"Oh, that's why, huh?" She said with a laugh, patting her belly.

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:49 PM

He laughed "Yup. Gotta stake my claim somehow."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:51 PM

"Nice going, Bennett. Here I thought it was for my superior genes."

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:52 PM

"I mean, a baby with both of our genes is going to be like a superhero. It will be unreal."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:52 PM

"Not to mention ungodly beautiful if they get any of your genes at all."(edited)

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:53 PM

"Or yours." he added. "This baby is gonna be the best baby ever."

Isley-Yesterday at 10:57 PM

"I can't wait. I want Peanut out now!"

Daniel-Yesterday at 10:57 PM

"Me too... We have at least 8 months of waiting though." he sighed.

Isley-Yesterday at 11:07 PM

"Ugh. At least I get to have a cute bump."

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:08 PM

"Yes. And your boobs will get bigger too, right? I've always heard that. I don't want to share them eventually though. This kid's gonna have to find another source of food." he joked.

Isley-Yesterday at 11:11 PM

"Yes, my boobs are going to get bigger. And sore, apparently." Isley laughed at his words. "Well, worst comes to worst I'll just pump instead of breastfeeding. But probably not."

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:12 PM

"I'm just kidding. I don't think I'll want to be all over them when they've got the whole milk thing going on... I'll just play with them while they're mine still." he said with a nod.

Isley-Yesterday at 11:13 PM

"Afraid I might squirt you?" She teased. "Sounds good to me, though. The good news is I won't produce milk forever, so they'll be yours again eventually."

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:14 PM

"I mean, apparently I gotta milk you anyways so you've killed the allure there." he joked. "Until you get pregnant again."

Isley-Yesterday at 11:16 PM

"God, that was so embarrassing!" She buried her head in he hands. "True, true. I do want a few kids."

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:17 PM

He laughed "It was funny!" he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "A few... Like three or two?"

Isley-Yesterday at 11:19 PM

"Never speak of it again." She said seriously, then shrugged. "Three or four."

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:19 PM

"Fine..." he laughed one more time at the thoughf of it. "Four is too much."

Isley-Yesterday at 11:20 PM

"Okay, so then we'll settle on three then, yeah?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:21 PM

"Maybe." he shrugged. "we should see how we feel after one."

Isley-Yesterday at 11:24 PM

"Fine, fine." She sighed exasperatedly, before turning to straddle him. Her raging hormones were making her horny, and she planned on acting on it. "Hi," She said, rolling her hips.

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:26 PM

Daniel wrapped his arms around her when she faced him, giving her a smile. "Hi." he said as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

Isley-Yesterday at 11:28 PM

Smirking, she kissed him back, softly at first before becoming heated. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling lightly.

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:29 PM

He loved it when she pulled on his hair that way, but he was honestly a little nervous to get things too heated right now. "Let's slow down tonight, baby." he said softly.

Isley-Yesterday at 11:29 PM

"What? Why?" She groaned, releasing his hair.

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:32 PM

"Cause there's a baby in there." He moved his hand to her belly.

Isley-Yesterday at 11:45 PM

"Yeah, how do you think it got there?"

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:46 PM

"I'm just saying that like.. Maybe we should be softer with each other while you're pregnant just in case."

Isley-Yesterday at 11:46 PM

"Uh, okay, but we can still have sex."

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:47 PM

"Are you sure? Should we ask a doctor?"

Isley-Yesterday at 11:49 PM

"Daniel, we can have sex. You can have sex all through pregnancy as long as it's not painful." She fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing that he was just trying to be safe.

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:50 PM

"What if I like... Touch the baby?" he asked, mortified at the thought.

Isley-Yesterday at 11:52 PM

This time she fought the urge to laugh, but it was endearing how concerned he was. "Baby, you're big but not that big. Peanut's all the way up my cervix, you won't touch the baby."

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:52 PM

"What if you move too much and shakes the baby too much?"

Isley-Yesterday at 11:54 PM

"The baby is stable, attached to my uterus. You can only shake a baby too much once it's been born, love." She stroked his face. "We can google it if you want, but I promise we can have sex."

Daniel-Yesterday at 11:55 PM

He didn't want to say so and make her mad for bringing Avery up, but his parents had really jammed it into their heads that having sex during pregnancy could hurt the baby. He nodded his head "Maybe there are like certain positions that are less risky than others."April 10, 2018

Isley-Today at 12:01 AM

"I'll look, babe." She said, getting out and wrapping a towel around her. Pulling out her phone, she read aloud, "'Anything goes during the first trimester,' Dr. Streicher says. So go ahead -- scissor, get acrobatic, play with sex toys, or explore the entire Kama Sutra!"(edited)

Daniel-Today at 6:27 AM

Daniel watched her and then nodded his head slowly. Should they really trust what one maybe doctor said on the internet? "Okay.. We can have sex." he said quietly.

Isley-Today at 6:41 AM

Daniel seemed really scared about this whole thing for some reason, which was really sweet but also frustrating. “Or not...” she replied tentatively.

Daniel-Today at 6:44 AM

"We can if it's safe and you want to." he said with a nod. "I just want to do things right, that's all."

Isley-Today at 6:54 AM

“You don’t seem to want to, though.”

Daniel-Today at 6:54 AM

He sighed "I do. Get back in here so I can fuck you."

Isley-Today at 7:04 AM

“You sound so enthusiastic.” She countered, but she did as she was told.

Daniel-Today at 7:21 AM

He shook his head as he wrapped his arms around her "I just can't stop thinking about the baby, that's all." he pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

Isley-Today at 7:25 AM

She kissed him back gently before pulling away. Sighing, she said, “It’s okay,let’s just go to bed.”

Daniel-Today at 7:30 AM

"Are you sure?" he ran his hand down her back.

Isley-Today at 7:32 AM

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired anyway. Growin’ a baby is hard work.”

Daniel-Today at 7:33 AM

He was honestly a little glad because he wasn't sure how turned on he could get with worrying about the baby on his mind. Decidedly, he would wist until they actually talked to a doctor. He got up and let the bath drain while he handed a towel off for her and dried himself off.

Isley-Today at 7:45 AM

She towelled off once more before dressing in her favorite outfit-panties and one of Dan’s shirts. She climbed into bed, holding her arms out for him to join her.

Daniel-Today at 10:10 AM

He pulled a pair of boxers on, deciding it was getting warm enough that he didn't want to wear much more to bed. Climbing in next to her, he wrapped his arm around her. "Mad at me?" he asked softly.

Isley-Today at 11:51 AM

“No, baby, not at all.” She turned a bit to kiss him gently.

Daniel-Today at 11:52 AM

He smiled against her kiss "I love you and I'll try not to be intense about safety and stuff.." he promised her softly. "After Gen, I just feel like I have to be."

Isley-Today at 11:54 AM

“I love you, too.” She placed a hand on the side of his face, stroking it with her thumb. “I know, that’s why I’m not mad.”

Daniel-Today at 11:55 AM

"So we'll just cool it with like sex and stuff until we get an okay from the doctor for sure. Just for my piece of mind."

Isley-Today at 12:00 PM

"Okay, babe. Sounds like a plan. Just even more of a reason to see a doctor ASAP." She teased. "Hey, I know I don't usually ask for you to pay for things and when I do, I try to stay cheap about it...but I really want this baby to have the best doctor around."

Daniel-Today at 12:04 PM

"Of course, baby. You know I don't mind paying for that."

Isley-Today at 12:09 PM

"I know, I just thought I'd ask. I want what's best for our lil' Peanut too."

Daniel-Today at 12:10 PM

"I know. Like I said, don't worry about any of the money stuff for insurance or the baby."

Isley-Today at 12:12 PM

"Okay. Thank you." She replied meekly.

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1-100 also 😘

Honestly I deserve this payback. This is gonna take forever to answer.

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

More cereal

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

I don’t know what winter is I live in Texas

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

I use literally whatever I have in my hand at the time, paper clips, snickers wrappers. There’s no cute bookmarkes It’s all dog ears and trash.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

In large quantities and in many different ways. Coffee, black with some sort of flavor. If not that then just coffee and creamer, no sugar. Tea is usually chai or black just with milk.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

No! And No one should be! Smiles to me are the most attractive thing about people.

6: do you keep plants?

I’ve had a succulent for six months and I have not watered it nor cared for it and it’s still alive so…

7: do you name your plants?

I have another succulent that has five stems and my friend named them all after the scooby doo gang.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

I don’t have feelings. But I have literally exhausted all artistic mediums.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

My favorite thing to do is belt out songs when I’m home alone or driving in a car so yeah.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Trick question I don’t sleep

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

I have too many. With my best friend sometimes we just scream old people names at each other in text.

Example:

Bff: ALFRED

Me: BERNARD

Bff: ALTHEA

Me: KEITH

Bff: KEITH!!!

And then with a couple other friends we have one where we yell the “Where are you” from Blink 182’s “I miss you”

12: what’s your favorite planet?

This one. Its really nice. lov the oxygen. having rings lik saturn here would be neato but its cool.

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

I was planning to make brownies tonight and then I gave up half way through so I just ate brownie batter and it was great, college is great.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

It’d be one of those open industrial plans with lofts and spiral stair cases and wooden frames on the ceiling. Big windows

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

if two untreated metals in space touch they will bond permanently bc there is no oxygen to form an oxidized layer around the metal. Dont wear earings in the vaccum of space i guess. You’ll never be able to take the backings off

6: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

All.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

Green

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

We had the cops called on us because on of my friends barked at my neighbors dog.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

I have my notes on my phone and in it are about 807 entries ranging from random shit like a single word “zoo” with no context or explanation. Entire novels that I was writing and gave up on the last chapter, also conversations with no context between characters that I made up that have no names. Also, recipes for stupid things like Mac and cheese balls, ideas for artwork/stories/products. Essentially nothing is finished. I also have around 10 sketchbooks that have never been completed.

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

All of them but the ones that are like brown and then transition to blueish greenish at the edges at trippy and cool.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

I struggle with bags and purses. I always leave them places. This is why I am a very passionate advocate for womens clothing to have bigger pockets

22: are you a morning person?

If by morning do you mean when I wake up at 2pm? Because even then no. Don’t talk to me when I’ve woken up.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Sleep

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Yeah it’s really nice.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

Not weird just a new house that hadn’t been bought yet.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

See I get a pair like that once a year and I’ll wear the shit out of it then they get holes and I have to get rid of them.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

Mint. I hate the taste of bubble gum flavor bubble gum

28: sunrise or sunset?

If I’m awake to see a sunrise I am not a happy person that shits too early. Sunset all the way

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

Exist

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Yeah. I’ve been absolutely freaking terrified.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

I like cool socks and I enjoy wearing socks but also I cannot be bothered to actually find a pair to put on in the morning so I never wear socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Literally every fun story happens after 3 am, id be here all day.

33: what’s your fave pastry?

I fucking love Pillsberry Crescent croissants. Like don’t give me legit croissants made in France, I won’t like it as much as pillsberry.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

It’s name is Chicky and it’s actually I think supposed to be a stuffed duck, but I was 2 so I called it Chicky. Fun fact, my mom and everyone would ask me if Chicky was a a boy or a girl because I would call it he and she interchangeably and usually just Chicky. And my response would always be. “It’s just Chicky” and then they would ask “but is it a boy or girl?” And my three year old self was just like “??? Are you not paying attention? It’s a Chicky” so yeah I was fighting gender normatively at a young age, I was a pretty woke 3 year old.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I’m hella picky about nice pens but I don’t care how they look just how they write.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

Of Monsters and Men

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

It’s not that I like keeping it messy but it will always always always be untidy.

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

When people speak for me. Like when someone asks me a question and then someone else goes “Well Annaleise doesn’t want to-” or something along the lines of that. Like I’m right here and I can speak for myself thanks.

39: what color do you wear the most?

Gray.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

I gotta small silver rose necklace that I got for my 16th birthday. And I haven’t taken it off since. I used always love painting and drawing and making a doodling roses. And my mom picked up on it and gave me the necklace.

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

Always Harry Potter.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

I’m a slave to Starbucks but there’s a cute place on our campus called The Nook and it’s super hipster and they have huge chalk board walls for people to draw on which I love and of course they have great coffee.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

Fourth of July a couple years ago with my cousins. My aunts house is on a lake and the sky is super clear and we could see satellites orbiting. First time I’ve ever seen satellites. Super cool.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

Spring break when I finally got back home from college I took a heavy dose of Benadryl because of allergies and I woke up in my own bed feeling soft and sleepy and I had not responsibilities at the moment and it was great.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

Do people not?

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

No puns are the worst. but what do you call a cat who bought a house? A hoMEOWner

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Coleslaw and coconut water

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

I used to be terrified of lava and tornadoes and while I can’t say I’ve ever seen lava I now go outside whenever there’s a tornado siren so see if I can spot the tornadoes. Now my biggest fear is failure. Isn’t that fun?

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I like the aesthetic of record players but I do not have the patience to actually go out and buy one, pull out a record, and put it on to listen to the music. 1) because I’m all about instant gratification bc I have like no self control so if I can play it in two seconds on my phone then why would I go through all the trouble of a record and 2) I rarely like all the songs from an album. My music taste is all over the place so even if I like a band I like maybe 3 of there songs and they’d be from different albums.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

I collected coke cans and bottles. Like any special/old/limited edition coke cans or bottles I would keep them. I have a whole shelf in my closet. I now collect mugs.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

My brother and Kid Cudi’s “Mr. Rager”

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

The funniest and most random to me has been the “Cask of Amontillado” meme. Also Bone apple tea and student athlete memes kill me idk why.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

I fuck with Heathers (but the musical) and I have seen beetlejuice but it’s been a while. Not seen the others tho.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

My mom.

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

When I was younger I saw in a movie that trick where you put a chair against a door handle to block people from getting in so I used to do it whenever I got mad at my mom.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

I like when people get in a silly mood.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

I can’t not dramatically reenact the lyrics and I don’t trust people who don’t.

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

In all groups of friends I’m usually the vodka aunt.

59: what’s your favorite myth?

The Trojan Horse has always been hilarious to me because sneaking a whole army into a city through a wooden horse they made sounds like something I would come up with. It’s ridiculous but it still worked.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

Yes, and not to be mainstream but Edgar Allen Poe is my bro and according to my grandma we’re related to him through his cousin. But in middle school I had a really awesome English teacher who was obsessed with him and I basically know “The Raven” “Tell Tale Heart” “The cask of Amontillado” and “Annabelle Lee” memorized because of her.

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

I once gave a kids bop CD wrapped in candy canes for a white elephant. At another white elephant I recieved fabric sleeves that had tattoo graphics on them but it didn’t match my skin color. It was great.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

TBH I don’t eat or drink until like 3 pm

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

Nothing in my life is organized.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

Black

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

Many people.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

It’d have a bunch of different kinds of flowers that don’t match.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

Super peaceful and chill.

68: what’s winter like where you live?

What is winter?

69: what are your favorite board games?

I loved Candyland as a kid.

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

FUCK.THAT.

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

Chai and Black tea

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

Yes I do need to jot everything down because I will forget. But do I? No.

73: what are some of your worst habits?

Touching bad skin on my face.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

A super brave and bad ass who also has deep feelings and really cares a lot. Super creative and really hilarious. hot shit. coolest person i know

75: tell us about your pets!

I have a Maltipoo named Poppy and I love her. She’s super sassy and really smart. And yells at me through howling when she wants to play, usually with a toy in her mouth so it sounds super muffled and anything but intimidating.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Yeah actually I have a huge fucking project. I gotta make 3 vases for my Studio but instead I’m answering 100 questions. It’s my own fault tho. I started it.

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

Pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

Minions need to die

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

If anyone ever says “I was thinking about you the other day and-” it’s my favorite thing

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

White because it came with the house. I hate it.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

a cool pillow

82: are/were you good in school?

I tested well and was good at essays but I was bad about turning in shit. So yes and no.

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

Fleet Foxes

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

In theory I love tattoos and in theory I really want one. Will I ever be able to decide on a design? We shall see. Also my mom told us that if any of us got tattooed she’s dissown us.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

I don’t like buy comic books but I’m obsessed with all things marvel and D.C. And so I’ll read online stuff.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

Idk what this is so i googled it and i still don’t have an opinion of it.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Forest Gump, The Princess Bride, Star Wars.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

Impressionism, specifically Monet, specifically “The Magpie”

89: are you close to your parents?

I tell them a lot but I also have to withhold a lot. My mom is pretty, uhh strict, conservative and you could say narrow minded. My dad is a little more relaxed but he always goes along with whatever my mom says so I’m careful.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

I’ve literally only been once but I really loved Pittsburgh. I liked the industrial vibe. I liked how it felt like a small town and a big city at the same time.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

My family’s trying to go to Canada so I’m excited for that.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

Drowns in cheese

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

Ponytail, bun, in a hat, in a beanie, basically any way but down. I have a limited attention span and any time my hair gets in the way I go crazy.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

My sister! She’s thirteen! Its ridiculous yesterday she was 6!

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

Working my ass off to finish this project and then little party I’m throwing in my dorm. The party I can already tell is a bad idea. Still gonna happen tho.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

I have not updated my phone nor computer in years (not really but it takes a fucking while)

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

ENTP, Taurus, Ravenclaw

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

A few years ago and yes I wish I lived somewhere where I could do it all the time.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

Float on by Modest mouse is my life’s theme song

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

Future. It’d be awesome to skip four years of this brutal program and arrive with a degree and a job. Five Years in the past means i gotta go through highschool again. Fuck That shit.

OKAY DONE SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS POST BLAME @jak

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Big Bang (Sort of) Editing Story [Day 85]

There is much grading to do today, though I do have dinner plans so I will be interrupted for a bit.