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What I Didn't Know I Had

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!pregnant!wife!reader

Summary: You get shot, and Tim nearly loses something he didn't know he had.

Warnings: angst, r is shot, fluffy comfort and soft Tim at the end

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

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“I’ll catch up,” you tell Tim.

He nods once and tunes out Lucy as she walks beside him. The bullpen is crowded because of a busy day in Los Angeles, but you have something more important on your mind.

“Angela, can we talk?” you ask as you approach her desk.

“Of course,” she answers. “Is everything okay? Baby okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re good.” You lay your hand over your not yet existent bump and smile. “I’m ready to tell Tim, but I want to surprise him with the pregnancy announcement. He’s not… conventional, right? So, I just wanted to ask if you had any ideas for how I can tell him, how I can make it special?”

“Not conventional is certainly a good description of Tim Bradford,” Angela agrees playfully. “Honestly, you know better than I do what he’d consider to be special. I think you should tell him sooner rather than later.”

You nod and look over your shoulder toward Tim. He deserves a memorable announcement; it’s his first child and he’s going to be an amazing father, so you want to make sure he knows that.

“Blue and pink target practice,” Angela suggests. “Nothing like a gun range jump scare.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Wade yells your name, and you thank Angela before you return to the crowd of police officers. He says your name again before he adds, “Bradford, Nolan, and Chen, we’ve got a domestic call off Wilshire. Take care of that and get back here. ACH!”

“Anything can happen,” Lucy murmurs. “But it’s never fun.”

“ACHBINF,” Nolan agrees.

“Are you okay?” Tim asks as he falls into step beside you.

“Yeah, I’m good. Love this time of year when we have to send two cops to a call and two cops to protect the others,” you reply.

“Hey, what’s it like being married?” Lucy asks as you enter the garage.

“Depends on the marriage,” Nolan answers. “Why? Are you getting married?”

“Not today,” Lucy answers. “Just curious.”

“Nolan’s right,” Tim agrees. “It depends on the marriage.”

“I love being married,” you tell her. “But it’s nothing to rush into.”

“I just want to meet someone,” Lucy groans. “And you guys are no help.”

“Yeah, I married my partner,” you say, winking at Tim.

“And Nolan’s divorced,” Tim points out.

“Okay!” you announce. “Before this gets worse and turns into a competition of who has or had the better marriage – because it’s me and Tim – we need to go.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lucy agrees. “ACHBINF.”

Tim grunts as he slams the car door, and you smile. As long as that isn’t his response to your pregnancy announcement, you’re amused by his grumpiness.

“There’s nobody here,” Tim says as he looks through a dirty window.

“This is the address. They said they were watching the argument from across the street,” you explain. “So, it’s either a setup or a prank.”

“Bradford!” Nolan calls as he moves out of the yard. “There’s a black SUV moving slowly toward us.”

“Tell dispatch, and get through to Grey,” Tim demands. “Stay down.”

You move with Tim, staying low as you move toward the shop. The black SUV is several houses away, but it only rolls a foot or so before it stops for thirty seconds, then moves again.

“Option 3, someone’s trying to steal a stick shift and can’t drive it,” you joke.

“It’s never that easy,” Tim replies.

“ACHBINF?” you ask.

“Don’t,” Tim murmurs as he watches the car. “We need to make contact before they get close enough to do something.”

“I can go through yards and come up behind them.”

“No, we don’t know what the back looks like. Nolan, where are you and Chen?”

“Behind the shop,” Nolan answers. “On the other side of the street from you.”

“Stay in position,” Tim radios.

A shot fires somewhere nearby, but it echoes so you can’t tell where it originated from.

“The car’s a distraction,” you and Tim say together.

“Backup is two minutes out,” Lucy calls over the radio. “We don’t have time!”

“I’m shooting at the SUV,” Tim tells you. “Cover me.”

You trade places with Tim and press your back to the shop as you cover him. Before you can alert Tim of movement beside the house you were called to, someone fires again. You feel the sting of the bullet against your vest but rise to your knees and return fire. Tim notices your movement and lowers beside you. When the shooter drops his gun and tips back, Tim rushes to him as Lucy and Nolan run to stop the black SUV. You lean back against the shop and run your hand over your uniform. It’s tinted red with blood when you pull it back, and you gently press your fingers against your side. The bullet missed your vest by less than an inch, and your first thought is that the bullet may have gone in sideways.

“No, no, no,” you whisper as you press your hands to your lower stomach.

With the pressure, your bleeding increases with nothing to stop it. Tim rounds the corner of the house with the shooter in handcuffs but pushes him to the ground when he sees you. You’re losing blood quickly, and Tim sees your hands in the wrong place, which immediately concerns him. If you didn’t tell him you were shot and are causing it to bleed more, you must be in shock or hemorrhaging.

“Nolan, get over here!” Tim radios.

He kneels beside you and presses his hands to your side as you try to force a hand under your vest.

“Get me an ambulance!” Tim demands. “Officer down!”

“Tim, I’m pregnant,” you blurt out. “You have to make sure the baby is okay.”

Tim shakes his head and tells you to stay calm. Nolan loads the shooter into the back of his shop and tells Tim the ambulance is approaching.

“Promise you’ll make sure the baby’s okay,” you repeat.

She doesn’t know what she’s talking about, Tim thinks. That thought only increases his worry because you’re losing blood and not making any sense.

“What happened?” the paramedic asks as he approaches your side.

“GSW to her side,” Tim replies.

Your eyes flutter closed as they wrap your side, and you don’t mention ‘the baby’ again. Tim asks the paramedic which hospital you are going to and follows your ambulance in his shop. As he drives, he wonders where the “I’m pregnant” announcement came from. It’s something he wants but hearing it because you were losing blood causes his hands to shake. He reminds himself to focus and control his emotions as he parks and runs into the emergency room entrance.

“Office Bradford?” a doctor asks.

“Yes, sir,” Tim responds as he stands. “How is she?”

“She’s perfectly fine. The bullet was through and through with very little tissue damage, so we cleaned and stitched the wound, and she’ll be free to go after some observation. And the baby is perfectly safe as well, Officer.”

“Baby?” Tim repeats. “She’s pregnant?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I assumed you knew. Yes, sir, she’s about seven weeks pregnant. You can go in if you’d like.”

“Thank you.”

The short walk to your room feels like a marathon, and Tim’s mind races with each step. You should have told Tim; you have a dangerous job, and he needs to know. Tim takes a deep breath before he opens the door and steps into your room.

“You really meant that,” he says.

You look up and tug your bottom lip between your teeth before you release it to speak. “Yeah, I did. I wanted to surprise you, and I was going to do it later today, but… you know.”

“You have to tell me this stuff,” Tim says gently. “I didn’t know. And I- if something had happened, I wouldn’t have known. I’m supposed to keep you safe, but I can’t do that if I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “Surprise?”

Tim rolls his eyes as he takes your hand. He lays your joined hands over your stomach, avoiding your stitches.

“I was terrified,” you whisper. “There wasn’t a way to tell where it went, and if I’d lost-“

Tim shushes you gently and sits on the edge of your bed. He moves a hand to your jaw and brushes his thumb over your cheek.

“I get it. The doctor told me the baby was fine, and it suddenly crashed down on me. That fear that I could’ve lost something I didn’t know I had hit me, even after I knew you were both okay.”

You nod and turn your chin. Tim kisses you softly, and you whisper another apology against his lips.

“What do you need?” he asks.

“A hug, mostly,” you say lightly.

“I was hoping you’d say you were ready to get out of here.”

“Oh, we’re both very ready to get out of here,” you agree.

Tim helps you get comfortable on the couch after you arrive home, and you twirl your wedding ring around your finger. He returns a moment later, and when you pull your knees up to give him room to sit beside you, he huffs. Carefully, he lifts your ankles and lays your legs back in your original, comfortable position. Tim lays with you rather than sitting beside you, and you happily turn into his arm. He drags his fingertips along your spine, over your shoulders, and back down. His other hand lays against your side, and he drops his hand to where your baby is growing.

“You’re getting soft,” you murmur.

“Just for you two. And we both need this,” he replies.

“I have an appointment next week, and I want you to be there.”

“I’ll be right here,” he promises. “Can’t trust you to tell me anything important,” he jokes.

You try to push him away, but Tim grabs your wrists and carefully pulls you with him as he rolls. He barely manages to catch both himself and you as he nearly falls off the couch.

“Surprise?” he asks, repeating your earlier comment.

He kisses you before you can say anything else, and when his hands wander to your stomach, you know that you were right about what a great father he will be.

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For the 1k event can I request either Percy or nico with a gn, or male reader with enemies to lovers. I’d imagine that the reader fought on Kronos side of the war and maybe pulled an Ethan or something and switched at the last minute or was on their side all along.  

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Trope: Enemies to Lovers | Pairing(s): Percy x Gn!Reader| Art Creds: @/Frostbite.studios(instagram)

A/N: I think the trope may have gotten lost in translation- although it’s still there (?) anyway I hope you still like it 😭

Definitely wary and really depends on what you did during your time in Kronos’ army

If you took more of a backseat and joined merely out of pressure from your siblings then he’d be more understanding with you and your situation

Now, if you had somewhat or tried to hurt anyone he cared about while in Kronos’ army then he will hold resentment but he’s inclined to help you, that’s just his nature.

Let’s go for the latter, for more of a dramatic flair

The first time you had met Percy Jackson was during a side quest that wasn’t relevant enough to remember-

until now…

Your breath ran ragged as you came to a stop. It was difficult to think when you’ve done everything but sleep for the past few days.. or was it weeks?

Your first few coherent thoughts in a while had been cut short when you turned around in the alley to face the monster that had been stalking you for what seemed like an eternity.

You knew you were going to suffer in the fields of punishment as consequence for how you’ve lived your life but you didn’t think you’d get a free trial.

Your eyes caught on a sword that glimmered in the dim sunlight as it teared into the monster, it went in, and then out- and honestly? if anything It seemed like everyone was interrupting you today.

The monster stiffened up and immediately turned to dust- as they always did.

Once the dust got out of your line of sight, your eyes were immediately drawn to the figure that was behind the monster and by extension, your savior.

He approached you, his face of determination and kindness- that was short lived as his face contorted into something similar to disgust or hatred, honestly it was hard to tell the two apart- but he quickly held a hand out.

“So, this is what happened to you” His hand was still outstretched as you took it, it was firm and oddly sweaty as you stood up and then released each others hold on one another.

“Doooo.. we know each other?” Your question obviously made him even more upset(?) but he shook it off.

“You really don’t remember?” He seemed exasperated as you shook your head, he sighed. “Look, I’ll explain what I said later but we’ve gotta go now or that monster won’t be the only one we’re gonna have to fight.”

He didn’t even ask before he started hauling ass- or rather- yours as you were dragged along across alleyways and sidewalks alike until you made it to what seemed like a moderately busy and safer road.

Percy stopped, causing you to stumble into him“I know I said I was going to explain later, but I’ve really gotta go, sorry?” He quickly gave a nod and ran the opposite direction you came.

Well, that was both odd and intriguing. But damn is the curiosity of what he was yapping on about going to bug you.

- some time later-

Ok, so this may or may not be a bad idea but you’ve been stalking the guy that saved you that day and found his base.

It seemed like a a good idea at first but even if you began to think critically, there was no backing out now.

Now you were too close and you figured if he killed you (which heroes tend NOT to do) then you wouldn’t have lost anything but your dignity- which in all honestly was in a shambles at this point.

You quickly made your way onto the fire escape and climbed a behemoth amount of stairs to get there- but alas you’ve made it just outside of the window of the apartment you often see that guy come into.

So, with caution, you step inside and look around.

In all honesty? It was both warm and welcoming.

Two words you weren’t aware were in your vocabulary. Everything from the relaxing scents to the picture frames of the very lived in apartment- it almost made you tear up.

Embarrassingly enough.

Not like demigods could ever have a chance at a so called “normal life.” Not like you’d ever give up your experiences and people you’ve met and loved to start over with one either. Just that it was foreign- and heart crushing knowing you’ll never have a normal life in the same breath.

Your lamenting will get you nowhere.

Annnnd You also let your guard down. There was a creak of the floorboards coming from behind you causing you to whip your head around- almost ready to brawl.

But instead of that teen guy you saw a few weeks ago- there was what appeared to be a middle aged mortal woman.

She was holding something, cookies. Blue cookies. Bizarre color choice, but you wouldn’t comment on that.

It was rude.

She didn’t look necessarily surprised either and smiled kindly at you, she was beautiful.

“Would you like some?” She offered the cookies on the plate that laid in her hands to you, and like any good house guest, you took some.

After a few minutes of munching on said delicious cookies, she turned to you again, “a friend of Percy’s I take it?” She laughed and sighed exasperatedly, as if this was a normal occurrence.

“You could say that” she seemed content with that answer, she was about to speak but you were deeply and utterly betrayed by your body as your stomach growled.

Your face flushed in embarrassment but she didn’t mention it.

Her kind eyes filled with concern, “want something to eat? I was making dinner but I don’t think Percy would mind if you dug into it before he has the chance to.”

She was being casual about it but you could tell she wanted you to take her offer, you nodded and she ushered you in.

Thirty minutes you told yourself, but that turned to an hour and another and another.

You found yourself utterly charmed and enamored by this mortal woman you’ve come to know as “Sally Jackson.”

The first few moments were awkward- at least on your part. Especially when the questions came but it felt nice to talk, it had.. been awhile.

The conversation was drawn out so long that you didn’t feel alarmed when she got up from her place at the couch to welcome Percy in as the door opened- that’s how comforting the woman’s presence was.

However, it suddenly occurred to you to panic as Sally spoke to Percy, telling him of your presence. His confusion disappeared as his eyes flickered towards yours but he didn’t say anything.

In the three hours you’d stayed over- his mothers’ told you many things and included in those things was the fact that Percy was a terrible liar.

The rest of the evening was filled with “subtle” glares and Percy being “sneaky” behind his mother’s back.

Sally Jackson was no fool and began to suspect you two had a not so nice history but chose ignorance and kind words for the evening.

It was until it was getting late that Sally excused herself and made it clear she expected Percy to escort you like any good host.

And then there were two.

-

“So..” Percy eyed you “what are you doing here?”

Your retort came quickly “oh I don’t know trying to find the guy that has nothing but empty promises.”

“Empty-?!” Percy looked offended “just because I didn’t explain to you who I was and how you knew me??”

You stared at eachother, and then you spoke, “yes?”

Percy thought for moment then nodded his head and sighed “yea you’ve kind of got a point.”

And so went the tale about how you two initially met which kind of made it even more confusing but it sort of rings a bell.

“Oh! I get it you’re the guy that tried to slice-“ Percy turned red and quickly interrupted you.

“Not important right now since my group kinda beat your guys in the end .”

You shrugged “guess so.”

There was an awkward silence until Percy spoke up again.

“So.. do you have a place you’re staying at?” His question was sincere but you couldn’t help but feel upset at it.

“Yea” you shuffled your feet while avoiding his gaze.

“Where?”

“…”

After a few seconds you answered “depends on the night.”

Percy stayed silent for a few seconds and then blurted out “you can stay here for the night.”

Your gaze snapped from the floor to his in a second from shock “seriously?? I-“

“But this doesn’t make us friends” Percy’s eyes narrowed, making sure you still know you two have beef.

“Not like I thought it did, just surprised at how nice you are.. almost makes me sick“

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing..”

Percy sighed, “whatever, I’ll bring some blankets and pillows for you to use, you’ll be sleeping on the couch” he paused “if that’s alright.”

“Yea, I’ve slept worse places”

With that he gathered some blankets and pillows from some place else in the apartment, came back and gave them to you on the couch.

“Here, and you’d be best leaving as soon as possible.”

You snuggled into a comfortable position, “not like I’d wanna overstay my welcome.”

With that Percy went back to his room and you tried your best to fall asleep.

Which, happened as soon as he left.

Now, if you may have- by chance- happened to have been woken up by Percys racket while getting water and then being too loud when you two started fighting, causing Sally to wake up and be confused and then prompting you to try to leave after- only causing Sally to be shocked and-

Well let’s just say you ended up having breakfast with the family, Paul included (who was honestly happy meeting one of Percy’s “friends.”)

You and Percy ended up running into each other no matter how much he tried escaping you and vice versa

You’d be walking down the street and bam

On a train and bam

It even seemed like monsters that were chasing you/him were trying to bring you two together

It was like fate was playing some sick trick on you two

Which wouldn’t be completely out of the question

Quite reasonable, actually

It was so often that you two just surrendered and decided to go for a burger or two.

It was the seventh time this week. The seventh time and it was only Tuesday.

Last week was pure hell but now you were sure of it. You were gonna die.

You trudged through the crowds of useless mortal flesh best you could as you rounded the corner.

Not like fighting was an option when you- yet again- had the weapon flung from your grasp before you had a chance to even react.

Damn you’ve really gotta get a new weapon or else you really will be cooked.

You started wondering how you even lasted this long.

You looked back only to see the number of enemies behind you had grown- Two, four- six?!

At this rate you’d need a miracle.

You turned left and to another corner only to bump into the- unfortunately not last- person you expected to see.

“Hey Percy, a little help?” You were already out of breath and weaponless.

“Yea, let me take care of them first” he pointed to the monsters following not to far behind him and started getting the job done.

-

After all the was left of the monsters was ash and dust, Percy turned to face you.

“Look-“

“I-“

You had talked over each other.

“No you can-“

“Go ahead-“

It happened again, and again and again-

“Okay! ENOUGH” your shout had spooked Percy but he still stayed silent.

“Since apparently we’re bound by whatever shitty string this is- might as well just accept it.”

You thought Percy was gonna object or say something sort of mean.

Not that he ever was, but then again not like you were buddies.

“Sure, I was actually gonna say the same thing.”

You were surprised but hid it “cool.”

“Yea, cool.” You two stood there in silence when Percy spoke up again.

“So, wanna go for some burgers?”

“Yea I could go for some”

You started following after Percy when he looked back at you- just to confirm.

“Doesn’t mean we’re friends though.”

“On the same page as you are”

You two continued walking, “good”

Your response came after his, “yep”

-

Despite the insistence that you weren’t friends, it really began to feel that way.

Weeks passed and although you’d hardly see Percy - other times you’d see him all the time.

In which eating together became sort of a norm.

You’d come over to his apartment and eat dinner, or you’d magically see each other in public and eat something at a fast food joint.

Eventually - slowly but surely- you got closer, and closer.. and closer.

One night Percy had you over.

Occasionally Sally would buy fast food as a special treat and tonight was one of those nights.

You two decided to hang out on the fire escape tonight though, and a new topic of conversation was practically a losing game for you.

You tried your best munching on the fries you had shoved in your mouth best you could as you tried to plead your innocence.

“I swear! I swear I was on your side the whole time” Percy laughed, “I still don’t believe you.”

You paused, “at all?”

Percy repeated, “at all.”

“Blasphemy! Why won’t you believe that I was on your guys’ side at all??”

Percy laughed again as I drank his soda, “oh, I don’t know maybe because you literally referred to mortals as burdensome flesh bags?? Well before meeting my mom.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, still sort of convinced your mom’s a goddess in disguise.”

Percy shook his head at the ridiculousness of the situation, “I kinda see it.”

You two shared a good laugh as the night went on but then the conversation slowed down, and it was just quiet.

Not as awkward as it used to be though.

“Genuinely though” Percy spoke, causing your head to tilt his way “what did happen?”

You ate the remaining fries left and spoke, “I don’t know honestly, I guess my heart really wasn’t in it anymore.”

Percy hummed in acknowledgment.

You spoke again, “I am, sorry though. I know many demigods at your camp passed because of the war but I’m still bitter.”

Percy glanced at you, “about what?”

You looked him dead in the eyes, “your team only lost like what? 15 demigods? Ours lost hundreds and sure- maybe they were evil but some of them were my friends, my siblings.”

Your voice cracked, fuck.

Percy sat straighter, his eyebrows furrowing “what are you trying to say?”

You sighed, more frustration bleeding into your tone and embarrassingly enough- tears began lining your waterline, “I’m saying, Percy, you lost a lot. But not like many of us on Kronos’ side. You still have your best friends, family, hell you don’t have just one but three places you can seek refuge at. So pardon me for being a little bitter.”

You didn’t need to look at Percy to feel his rage. You’re sure he lost a lot of people too, even felt invalidated by yours words, but he didn’t say anything and except accepted your words- he was just a good guy like that.

“I can see that”

Conversation died down between the two of you as you cleaned up your “dinner” and left his apartment in silence.

So much for trying to get closer to him, or people at all

-

After that you didn’t see each other all that much

It was expected when you insulted him in his own home

Even the monsters seemed to be coming less- that said a lot considering they’d been a nuisance to you both at some point.

And then, you saw him.

And he saw you

“So, are you gonna try and talk to me at all?” A voice rang from behind you.

You hadn’t expected to be interrupted or even interacted with at all, you typically weren’t.

You stood up and faced him, “what’re you doing at Central Park? On a quest I presume?”

-if that disgusting orange t-shirt were anything to go by.

“I’m sorry”

Your head whipped up to face him, “what?”

He spoke again, “I’m sorry, I know things got kinda awkward between us after that” he rubbed his neck then put the cap back on riptide.

“I was pretty insensitive”

You stared at him before giving your own apology, “me too, I’m.. sorry too. I was taking my frustrations and grief out on you when you have no control over what happens.”

You stared at the ground.

“Thanks” you finally lifted your gaze to meet his, he was smiling- almost relieved.

“Yea..”

“Uh, can I ask you something?” You perked up, “sure?”

“Look, I know you’ve been pretty alone and having issues with just surviving-“ he looked embarrassed to be even bringing that up.

“What about it?” You were wondering where he’s going with this.

“Why don’t you come to camp halfblood?”

He blurted it out. You both stared at eachother before you let out a laugh. A good laugh.

“I’m sorry-“ you started laughing again “what? Are you really joking right now?” You were laughing, as one does when someone proposes an idea so insane.

“Yes”

oh.

OH

“Look, even if I do consider going there I won’t fit in-“

“Why not?”

You scoffed, did he really forget? “I defected, I betrayed you guys for some shitty titans that - in retrospect- weren’t any different from the gods. The side that killed many of your fellow campers’ siblings…need I go on?”

“Ok that’s a pretty good point but you don’t know until you try?” Usually Percy could convince you of anything. He was just hopelessly determined like that but this time.. well it just wasn’t working.

“No.” You began walking away.

“Wait! Just consider it?” He walked up to you, surprisingly fast.

“No, just leave me alone Percy” you moved your shoulder so that his hand would miss.

But he just.. wouldn’t relent.

He followed you all around Central Park, not once, not twice, but 10 fucking times!!

You turned around “what?!! Why do you keep following me if we’re not even friends??”

Your little outburst seemed to have surprised him a bit, be he didn’t even hesitate before he spoke.

“I actually do see you as my friend now, as weird as that might be.” He smiled bashfully at you- as if that’d change your mind.

“Oh.. well that doesn’t mean I’ll walk myself to a trap and wait to be jumped.”

You turned back around and began walking off again.

You heard Percy faintly sigh

Finally, he gave up

-

You were a fool.

Percy kept trying to convince you to fully make amends with those camp halfblood goons

It didn’t work, you let your guard down.

Which was actually becoming a bad habit by now.

You sat on the roof of Percy’s apartment. The view was beautiful.. almost as beautiful as he was.

Not like it was a weird thought, seeing as from what you could gather from his stories, it was a fact. He had somehow managed to pull so many people it was almost laughable. Though, now you were starting to see the vision.

“Hey!” It was distant, familiar and coming from the ground.. it was Percy

“Come down here!” You leaned over the edge of the roof that let you see Percy’s distant form on the ground below. “My moms cooking something and wanted you to come over and eat”

You sighed, the cold air rushed against your skin on the roof just right. You decided to follow Percy inside as you leapt off the roof and landed next to him.

“Well? Let’s go” you smiled, and Percy smiled back at you.

You went inside the building and climbed up the stairs, the door to his apartment opened and Percy ushered you in, the warmth of the apartment wasn’t the only welcoming factor.

-

After dinner you joined Percy outside on the fire escape. He turned to you, “have you reconsidered?”

Confusion must’ve been evident on your face, “reconsidered? Reconsidered what?” You laughed, not sure what he was cooking up.

“My offer, yknow about coming to Camp Halfblood”

Oh.

“Look, I was really rude to you last time when you asked so I’m sorry about that. But I haven’t changed by mind, I don’t think I will.”

Percy stood straighter, “why not? I mean, I know it might be difficult because of you being on Kronos’ army and stuff but there’s got to be another reason.”

You sighed, “I don’t know, I guess it’s just hard for me.”

“Hard for you?”

“Yea” you rubbed your hands together, chasing away the cold. “I guess I’m just used to being alone. It’s a miracle I even managed to befriend you at all Percy” you smiled at him but it fell from your face as you stared at the moon“I.. I guess I’m just scared.”

“Of what?”

…

“I don’t know”

“Well, what if I were the one that introduced you? To everyone I mean”

“I guess”

It took awhile, for you to build some courage that is.

Anxiety had you in a chokehold when you two decided to take the Chariot of Damnation to Camp halfblood

Though, the actual ride didn’t seem to make you feel nauseous or anything- not like the same could be said for Percy.

You were welcomed in like any demigod but once the situation was explained by Percy- well there were a few stares and chatter.

Not like it was anything compared to.. well your entire life.

It wasn’t all that bad, you sat at your godly parents table at dinner despite Percy’s want for you to sit at Poseidons

It wasn’t until you were all served that people were getting up from their seats.

They were all approaching the fire that was lit at the center of the pavilion and began giving their offerings.

It was.. disgusting.

You sighed, you knew you didn’t belong in this place and only proved yourself an even bigger fool with your false hope.

You stood up and snuck away, hoping you wouldn’t be noticed

But of course, Percy did

Finally, finally you made it to the lake that you heard about from the other campers chit chat. You sat down near it, playing with the loose sand and occasional rock.

It was late, and you heard most campers would get ripped to shreds but you simply didn’t care. You stayed there, and then you heard a stick snap.

You weren’t alarmed as it was immediately followed by Percy’s familiar and comforting voice. “Hey, why’d you leave?”

He sat down besides you on the sand and looked your way. He wasn’t upset.. more like concerned.

“I think the idea of giving offerings to the gods is absurd.”

Percy nodded, “figured, but just wanted you to confirm before making an assumptions, no matter how obvious.”

“Sorry” you spoke hesitantly after a bit, I mean he was so happy to bring you by and this is how you reward him.

“It’s fine, how do you feel though?”

“I’m fine, just wanna know if that’s gonna be mandatory.”

Percy laughed, “pretty sure, but that can’t be the only thing that caused you to be upset, right?”

“Yea, you’re right.” You sighed and continued distracting yourself by playing with the dirt.

“I guess the whole day was just terrible, I know people like to talk but if this is how it’s going to be everyday then I’m not so sure about staying here.”

Percy sighed, “yea I guess so”

You stood up and began walking back the way you both came from.

Percy shot up from his seat, “where’re you going?”

You turned to face him slightly, “back to New York, where else?”

“Seriously? Can’t you atleast stay the night?”

You turned back to face the front and started walking, all while Percy followed after you wondering how you could be so difficult, and occasionally voicing some of those thoughts.

Finally, you neared the entrance of Camp halfblood when he shouted something so absurd and clearly reckless.

“Can’t you just stay here with me?”

You paused and whipped around to face him, “what?”

Percy stammered, “look, I-“ he sighed “can’t you stay here, knowing that you’ll be here with me?”

Confusion racked your brain, like the question was so outlandish and absurd “Why would I?”

Percy seemed shocked but he answered bashfully and reluctantly, “because.. don’t you like me?”

He stared at you while you stared at him.

You blinked “What.”

“You heard what I said” he turned slightly away from you before seemingly deciding to be confident, I mean he might as well be at this point.

“I asked because…Hey!” You turned back around and marched right out of camp as he pursued you not too far behind.

Your ears were burning hot, a stark contrast between the cold wind gliding off your face as you continued -undeterred- to wherever.

‘Was he an idiot?? How could he even.. maybe you did like him..’ you slapped yourself and continued as Percy followed you.

‘No way you actually started considering the possibility’

Percy ended up helping you find a way back “home” and to say the lightning fast car ride back in the grays sisters’ taxi was awkward would be a severe understatement.

Days passed per usual and so did how it usually was with Percy

Except for the fact that whenever you two spoke it was like he was holding back and hoping for something all in the same breath.

It was confusing and tonight you had enough of that beautiful idiots weirdness.

Ambush it is.

Ok so maybe you shouldn’t have ambushed Percy in his own home, yknow just a thought.

Considering Percy immediately pushed and pinned you against the wall by the entrance on pure reflex.

He immediately released you and looked shocked, he backed away releasing you “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“-Wait, why are you here? I barely got home and my mom and Paul are out.”

“Exactly”

“Exactly?”

“Perfect time for an interrogation, don’t you think?” Percy laughed just the way you loved almost offensively. “Seriously? You could’ve just asked me whatever you wanna know, not “ambush me””

He giggled at his own air quotes.

“Yea well I didn’t know if you actually would.”

Percy smirked, “try me.”

“Fine, why are you so weird after that night?” Percys smirk evaporated and you pointed an accusatory finger at him, “so you are aware of what I’m talking about, so I’m not imagining it?”

Your question was pure rhetorical, I mean you already knew but wanted to make sure your assumption was right.

“Yea, didn’t think it was that obvious though” he rubbed his neck.

You spoke “Painfully so actually, so let’s get this out of the way-“

Despite how confident you tried to seem, you felt your face heating up, “what did you mean by asking me if I liked you? And what were you gonna say before I just walked off?”

Percy looked a bit bashful and surprised at the questions but he sighed and glanced at you, “I.. wanted to make sure.”

“Make sure?”

“Yea”

“About what?”

Percy laughed, and smiled at you his smiles always managed to leave you breathless“I wanted to make sure you liked me, the way that I like you”

He toyed with the keychain on the house key but still maintained eye contact with you.

You were speechless. If you were shameless your jaw may have even fallen to the ground.

You didn’t expect Percy to actually confess to you but before anything else could be said you hugged him. The first time you ever made any physical touch in the entirety of knowing him too.

You leaned in close to his ear as much as possible before whispering, albeit in between stutters, “I like you too”

How embarrassing, you knew you haven’t been touched this long but the fact even uttering a few words got you all twisted was definitely something.

Just when the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing- the door opened and there stood and Sally and Paul.

Both you and Percy faced the two people standing at the door.

Great. You really wish a hole would swallow you up now.

——

Hope you enjoyed and so sorry for taking so long!

[lizzychanstuffss]

Remembrance: Love and Deepspace AU 3

Au premise: So, what if mc actually remembered everytime she's reincarnated, and what if she regrets the choices she's made in every single reincarnation and is finally using this timeline to try and fix it once she realizes this might be her only chance. But she is entirely unsure if the boys remember their past lives with her, so she must navigate all these feelings along with judging if they remember too. AN: Raf time, I may not be a ref girlie but god this man has such good lore I am very invested from what I have seen. Also, shout out lads lore girl Ellie! I legit wouldn't know enough about the guys to write this if she wasn't doing those summaries on tiktok. Also, this might be shorter than the others I actually have no idea I just end them when I feel like it's at a good point.

Rafayel x mc | Rafayel x Y/N | Angst | Some comedy | Just insert a vine boom anytime either of them say something sus about the past | Route: Rafayel | Other Routes

Chapter 3: Rafayel Prologue

Scrolling on your phone while you were at home, looking at different posts and videos that came across your feed. That was until a name and face crossed your feed that you hadn't expected to see. 'Rafayel's new exhibit in Linkon opening!' And as if a ghost took hold of you, you clicked on the post to look at the details. And to your surprise, it was opening today. There was a part of you that said you shouldn't go, it would hurt to much. But then there was another that desperately wanted to see and be involved in anything he was doing. So before you knew it you were getting dressed and heading out the door to the art exhibit.

You wore something simple but nice, you blended into the crowd of people coming to look at the masterworks. In truth, you had never seen any of Rafayel's paintings. Considering that he wasn't exactly a painter in your past lives. You continued deeper into the exhibit you didn't even bother looking at what type of paintings would be on display. There was a part of your mind that told you just to leave, what if you saw him? What would you even do? Spill everything instantly?

He has every right to hate you.

Letting out a soft sigh you were about to head out until something caught your attention out of the corner of your vision. It was a lone small painting. No one was really stopping to stare at it either, so against better judgment you walked over to get a better look.

The colors were beautiful you could tell he had painted this one with a different kind of care than the others. Of course taking in the full image you knew it was a painting of Lemuria, the kingdom under the sea you spent a time in. Closing your eyes as you thought back to your time together, as you thought more tears threatened to escape from you. But you simply opened your eyes and wiped away the salty mist.

"You have good taste" A familiar voice spoke to you from the side. Slowly you turned your head to see purple hair and the face of a youthful man.

You blinked a couple times before finally replying to him obviously he was eager for one. "T-thanks..." You looked back to the painting before asking "That's the kingdom of Lemuria right?" You asked even if you already knew the answer.

"Yes, no one else has been able to figure that out" He moved a bit closer to you. You just stared at him raising an eyebrow.

"So then do you study Lemuria in your free time then?" You began to ask. It was a question that depending on the answer you knew would change some things.

"I suppose you could say that, what about you, are you a scholar or something?" He playfully asked, clearly, he was treating this meeting like a game.

You always wondered if your first meeting would have always gone something like this. Trading jabs and jokes while he sassed you, you had the chance to find out before but you were to much of a coward back then to do anything about it. You even passed him in the hallways of your college a couple times. But honestly, you hoped he didn't remember those times, even if you counted every single one hoping that one day he would call out your name again and embrace you like he had before. That the two of you would run off into the sunset and elope. But that wasn't this, this was instead a sassy merman questioning your knowledge about a ruined kingdom.

"Actually I'm a hunter, I just have an interest in Lemuria" You smiled at him, it was a really fake and shitty smile, but it was a smile.

"uh huh..." He seemed unconvinced by your words gaining an eyebrow twitch from you.

"What don't you believe me?" You scoffed.

"And if I don't?" He crossed his arms a playful smirk on his lips. You could tell that he was enjoying this quite a bit. Which made you wonder.

Could he... remember?

"Let me prove it then, why don't we get coffee and I can show you my collection of books on the topic" Crossing your own arms now certain he wouldn't turn down something lik-

"Nah, don't wanna" You instantly deflated at his answer.

"Oh...." You stayed silent a moment unsure where to take this conversation after that awkwardness. "Well, I should go home then" Begining to turn around you almost walked away before Rafayel grabbed your wrist. Slowly you turned back to him waiting for his next words.

"I still want you to prove it to me, but not with some book collection" His words were slightly desperate, a slight plea in his tone. You bit your lip but slowly moved back to stand slightly closer to him.

Were you always this weak for him...maybe not but it certainly feels like it when he does something like this.

"Alright sure, but how exactly?" You raised a brow and he looked to the side pondering before he slumped his shoulders in defeat.

"I-....I don't know"

Feeling bad for the dramatic fishie now you patted his shoulder comfortingly "It's okay, so then why don't you tell me the real reason you wanted me to not leave"

He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, trying your best to contain how much this actually pulled on your heartstrings you gave him a weak smile.

"You said you were a hunter right?" He asked his cheeks puffing up slightly as he obviously was planning something. You slowly nodded.

"Well then, I'm in the market for a bodyguard"

"Will you pay me or is this a volunteer gig?" You raised a brow as you spoke, as much as you would drop your entire hunter career to be his bodyguard, you knew that wasn't exactly a smart choice fiancely especially if he didn't remember you.

"It can be" He shrugged a bit.

"Either you pay me or I leave"

"Deal" He gave you those puppy dog eyes again almost as if he needed this as much as you did. Sighing you nodded.

"Alright, well I guess you have a new bodyguard on your payroll Rafayel" You winked at him unable to stop from teasing the man. His ears turned red as he puffed out his cheeks.

"You can go for now then...come to my studio tomorrow and we can work out the details" He crossed his arms as he spoke before walking away before you got to ask where his studio even was.

"Welp...see you later Rafayel" You smiled to yourself before turning to leave the exhibit.

[roomwithanopenfire]

Stats Sunday

Happy March!! Thanks for the tag @nausikaaa! Unfortunately, my goal is to make this banner worse every month, so be prepared—we've only just begun.

Early post for me. I should be sleeping but I started making my graphs and then... well, here we are.

Here's my February Recap loll. Stats and graphs and musings incoming. (this post is so long but i promise there's a snippet in here)

Rest of post is under the cut. It is long. You've been warned.

I've posted two things last month! A valentine's day fic for Ebb/Fiona and Chapter 3 of the Way We Are. (Technically i posted 3 but this stranger things oneshot was posted on the 1st and written in January so it feels like January's accomplishment)

Total words written for February: 14405 (this beats Jan by 460 words!)

Days I met my writing goal (200 words): 20

Days I didn't write or edit anything: 4

Day I wrote the most: Feb 11th with 2249 (this beats last month's high score of 1717!)

Number of Fics worked on: 10 technically, but i have not been consistent with most of them. mainly worked on 3.

Daily Average: 514 words (but like last month i am highly inconsistent and my WC varies wildy depending on the day)

(I really like the little curve in the middle. also two the days that look like zero are actually 1 words, which is my placeholder if i spend all day editing)

And here's a pie chart to show my WC distribution across projects. Tbh a lot of these were fics that i've had in my fic ideas doc and all i did was make a google doc for them and word barf onto it my ideas, that's why there's so many small slices.

some slices are so small you don't even get to know my placeholder names. also i hope the title THTHIPWGI intrigues you, i'm always excited when i can title a fic right away and refer to it by a fun accyromn on my spreadsheet.

Other notable things from February:

I finished writing all of The Way We Are!! (kind of. i have one more scene to write. Monica's fault.)

I took over the @carry-on-sapphic-week event!! Check out the prompts if you haven't yet <3

I've received So Many beautiful valentines from the CO discord servers exchange. my mailbox and my heart has been full

The CO fandom was able to raise $500 for Fandom Trumps Hate!! (and I got to make a spreadsheet bc of this!!!) (also i won two auctions from this, one for each fandom i'm in)

My car battery died and I had to get a new one :/

I started a new journal!

I finally figured out how to spell February

my savage worlds campaign finally got our ship back and made it off this stupid planet that we've been on forever.

i've started watching Yellowjackets and I'm really enjoying it

I read so many CO AU fest fics and each one of them was so good. I think i've read all except one so far, and honestly this fest has been so fun i'm obsessed with you guys, you're are so talented.

SPEAKING of CO AU fest fics, @fiend-for-culture's fic, Everything In Between, is SO good, i've been thinking about it all week. you should read it (and leave a comment so i can read it bc i'm stalking the comments on this fic and there's not enough to sate me)

i have spring break in just one week!!

Okay, i promised you words, so here's a snip from my COBB.

“And I’m sorry,” Simon says. “For what?” “Driving you off yesterday.” “That wasn’t your fault. I was being terrible.” “Yeah,” Simon agrees. “But I shouldn’t have dismissed you like that.” I make a face. “I’m not having a heart-to-heart with you, Snow.” Simon groans. “Why do you have to do that?" "What" "Everytime I think we're making progress you say something nasty like that."

sorry this post is so long, thank you for reading if you made it this far

tags, hellos, and apologies:

@alexalexinii @aristocratic-otter @argumentativeantitheticalg @artsyunderstudy @arthurkko

@beastmonstertitan @blackberrysummerblog @best--dress @bookishbroadwayandblind @bookish-bogwitch

@the-beard-of-edward-teach @brilla-brilla-estrellita @cccloudsss @ciescen @confused-bi-queer

@cutestkilla @drowninginships @facewithoutheart @emeryhall @fiend-for-culture

@hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @theimpossibledemon @jyae23

@larkral @lovelettersto-mars @meanjeansjeans @m1ndwinder @monbons

@noblecorgi @orange-peony @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple

@run-for-chamo-miles @rbkzz @shrekgogurt @simonscones @skee3000

@supercutedinosaurs @sweetronancer @talentpiper11 @toc-the-scrambled @thewholelemon

@valeffelees @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

added some new ppl to this tag list, feel free to share a wip you're working on—art, fic, etc. it does not have to stats like mine is loll. i use wipsdays as my soapbox.

[mythalism]

Have you ever thought how would a meeting between Mythal and Lavellan go, if inquisitor was the protagonist instead of Rook? (a girl can dream)

I wonder if both of them having history with Solas will be a point of discord between two women, or on the opposite will foster an understanding.

oh boy anon.... have i......

if you had asked me a few years ago id actually tell you that my personal ideal lavellan storyline would have involved her taking on the fragment of mythal. and solas being horrified by it LOL

now, knowing the dynamic between solas and mythal, i dont think i still would have wanted this. it would be horrifyingly tragic. like true classic greek play makes you feel sick kind of tragic. and i do enjoy that but i think it would have actually ruined my life if they went there.

as for what i think it might look like, i think we already have an idea. we did see flemythal and the inquisitor react, and flemythal says she does the people proud. or that they kneel too easily LOL. shes mostly indifferent. morrigythal and the inquisitor also seem fairly close in veilguard, at least far closer than they were when we left them 10 years ago. "speaking from the heart, inquisitor?" was PERSONAL but playful and fond, imo. the way morrigan looks at lavellan when she talks about solas each time also makes me think they've talked about everything. i actually really enjoyed the tidbits of their friendship we saw. bonding over a shared ex boyfriend you will always be famous. even when the ex is shared by uhhhhhhhh ancient goddess fragment hanging out next to your soul.

as for how fragment mythal would have reacted... honestly i dont think she would have treated lavellan that differently from how she treats rook, aka as a mildly interesting bug that has crawled across her carpet that she is contemplating squishing or taking outside in a cup. depending on how it behaves.

we dont know the extent of her ability to "watch" the world but considering she knows about pretty much everything we can assume she is aware of solas and lavellan. and shes even in the same room as them at one point and does not say or do anything. i really dont think she gives a fuck LMAO. i think fragment mythal sees herself as truly god-like and thus she would probably not really clock lavellan as a threat. i also think she does not care about solas enough to be truly jealous. i also think there is a part of her who wants him to be happy because why free him if not? i think all of these things exist inside of her simultaneously and as a result she would prob just be a haughty bitch to lavellan like she is to everyone else. maybe with a few extra zingers thrown in about solas to taunt her and see if she rises to the bait. maybe she'd lay the "test your worth" on a bit thicker because she'd want to see the mettle of the mortal who got the dread wolf's heart.

as for how lavellan would treat mythal that would be sooooo varied based on everyones personal lavellan that i get why we didnt see it in game. mine would be pretty pissed off but she would have a healthy amount of the fear of god in her and probably not be openly antagonistic. but definitely snarky. there is also a place for mythalavellan toxic yuri in my soul but thats a conversation for another time. ultimately i think mythal is putting lavellan in a cup in a rare moment of solidarity and empathy and putting her outside. but not gently. she kind of throws the whole cup out the door y'know and goes "ew. good luck with ur ugly fucking boyfriend" and continues on with her life unbothered. to seek revenge and a horrible reckoning ofc

[meanbossart]

Hi, just a warning for the following unhinged question. (I'm getting baby rabies.) I love seeing Dadstarion and Famstarionnstuff all over tumblr- AND of course that lil thing you drew with Drow and Astarion and fucking little Bhaalings into his belly sparked the question-

DOES DROW WANT KIDS SOMEDAY? UNCONSCIOUSLY? SUBCONSCIOUSLY? Like with the whole Sarevok, epilogue reveal, is it spoilers to ask how your Drow would deal with the new sudden urge to procreate? (Sorry if this is actually a spoiler for ANE future chapters) BUT If so, how does it manifest? Does he start nesting? Hoarding even more shiny crap and dirty rags than usual? Does he start adopting every mangy orphaned cub they come across? Does his dirty talk in bed just get progressively more and more disturbing and natally oriented that even he starts thinking "wtf" post encounter? Does he ever think about putting a round bundle under his shirt and pretending it's his and Astarions dhamphir love-child?

Also IF yes to any of the above, What would Astarion's reaction be?

TYVM

Unhinged fan of yours

First of all I love unhinged questions. Those are my favorite questions. This is an unhinged couple and It's what they deserve, so thank you for this LOL

This topic, at least in this context, never comes up in ANE so I think i can answer it without anything being considered a spoiler.

"Currently" I definitely don't think either of them consider the idea of children in the slightest, while both probably get on with kids relatively well, in their own weird ways (kids love weird people) they're strongly in the "don't want kids and never will" frame of mind despite any joking and uh thematic dirty talking.

THAT BEING SAID, they are both bound to exist for a long time. Depending on how things turn out for him, Astarion's lifespan is either a good 700 years or a big Ol Forever. Drows also live for up to seven centuries and I don't even know whether or not DU Drow's particular kind of Bhaalspawn-ness doesn't affect that, as you could argue he's some type of demigod. The idea that they may change their mind at some point is not out of the question.

In regards to DU drow getting a baby fever in the future, I do think it will be something they have to deal with. Obviously, him and Astarion can't procreate as they are, and even if magical options exist DU drow is still aware that it would be a bad idea to follow through with it. I have honestly no clue how a desire like that would externalize, but - and I hate to be a downer but I assume you want my sincere answer here - based on Sarevok's letter I don't actually think it would be as fun as the bedroom talk or the cracks he makes - it sounds like it would be a spiraling depression and state of unfulfillment that they would simply have to learn to cope with if he is to remain childless, peppered with a profound yearning for a More he can't quite pin down. Luckily I think Astarion's character has demonstrated time and time again that he has the ability to be extremely sensible towards that type of thing, and he would be pretty much the ideal partner in those circumstances (especially if we're talking an older, more mature Astarion). An adoptive child could sate that, or it could not, I have no idea, but I don't think he would ever just say "yeah fuck it lets have/get a kid" in response to it.

Either way, as I mentioned above I believe it's not out of the question (if not inevitable?) that they could come to become someone's guardians someday regardless, especially if they ever become more firmly settled in life and the people they are. I doubt it's something they will ever actively seek out (I don't really see them ever completely retiring from a dangerous lifestyle of their own will) but maybe they stumble upon an orphan or, more likely, kill some kid's actual parents and out of guilt keep it for long enough to develop a bond. Lets say this happens out on the road - maybe they want to at least drop it off at a city somewhere where the thing would have a better chance, but ultimately decide against it for whatever reason... Yeah I could see something like that happening lol It's a cute thought, and funny enough I don't think they would make the Worst parents, assuming their character developments continues in a generally positive direction.

[doomed-era]

For the ask game:

5 for Golden Blood, 10, and 22 for ALT please!

oooh!

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about GBoH? Answer it now!

Oh definitely about character voices/dialogue and what lines I like. It's an obsession of mine.

Sooo I'll do my favorite lines/exchanges.

I’m sure you’ve had time to think about how to get across the plain. You’re always so quiet— always thinking, right?  “Yes, I like to think.” Link ate another mushroom. “Do you?”  I don’t think as often as you do, but you have less to work with, really. She laughed. (Link and Hylia, Chapter 4)

"He waited for her to come closer, til she was nearly at his back—then he whirled around and tossed an egg in her [Moya's] face ...“Just as I thought,” Link snarled. “You made me waste food.”" (Link, Chapter 6)

I want a full explanation for this, you disgusting muttoner.  "You can slap me now." It's 'may.'  "May slap me." (Link and Hylia, Chapter 9)

"I would never enjoy making someone angry."  "You and your stupid goody-goody hero act," Moya growled. "Okay, fine, how do you get it to work." (Link and Moya, Chapter 10)

"You know there is no inbetween in this world, there is no freedom, only light, darkness, and those who are bound to it." (Link, Chapter 10)

"You're my knight ! You're supposed to protect me, and what a fine job you've been doing!"  Link took his fingers out of his ears and whipped back around. "I am not your knight." "Then what are you?!" (Link and Zelda, Chapter 13)

With another tap, the two disappeared in a flash of blue light. When they rematerialized, they stood in a lush green forest, the shrine Lakna Rokee glowing faintly behind them and a pedestal for an old Sheikah heirloom in front. A small wooden bridge nearby led to an abandoned dirt path covered in overgrowth and shaded by ancient, twisted trees. Still, in the orange sunset, it looked peaceful. Tiny frogs chirped under the bridge to the tune of the crickets, and fireflies had left the grass to travel the night.  Zelda stepped off the shrine pedestal— wobbly, like a fawn eager to take its first steps. "...It's summer." (Zelda, Chapter 13)

Tears pricked in the old woman's eyes, and she beckoned Zelda closer. "Oh, you," she whispered as Zelda knelt down next to her. "Every time I see you I feel so happy."  "I do too," Zelda said. "I am sorry it took so long."  "No, no, don't apologize, you did wonderfully," Impa insisted. "Great Hylia, I still remember when you came here and your powers had awakened. You looked like a fallen star…" (Impa and Zelda, Chapter 14)

10. How do you decide what to write?

I don't it comes to me in a vision (joking)

Most of my ideas start out as short stories that I write out impulsively, or write snippets of. Then, I either stop there, or I get more ideas. It really depends. As for why I write the specific ones I do?

...Admittedly, this might not be healthy, but it's usually because I see a niche idea that I think is interesting or I want to provide a new perspective on. If I see something that's similar enough to mine or makes about the same points, then I will drop the idea or change it. I know this is generally discouraged, but if I don't have anything interesting to say then why bother, I guess. Lately, I've been much better about this (I mean, really, whatever someone writes is going to display their views and unique perspective on life, so) but yeah.

22. Who is your favorite character in ALT and why?

It flipflops between Ganon and Lancelett, honestly. I'll. try to explain Lance without spoiling anything, Ganon is just spoilers all the way LMAO

For Lancelett, it's mostly just how hard he tries, his nerdy traits and his desperate attempts to look stoic and unimpressed when he's. Not actually very good at doing that. At the end of the day, he's just some guy that gets involved in a story that's larger than life-- supposed to ignore "unimportant" people like him, but somehow he keeps getting stuck right smack in the middle of these world-defining events. It's often through being at the wrong place at the wrong time, or sometimes just sheer force of will. I love characters that in a metatextual sense aren't supposed to be important but end up being key players. It's my love of Midna and Samwise Gamgee talking, probably.

Also I like his relationship with Link. Also his conflict with Blasse, and how that ties into his past, and how he used to be a soldier but he doesn't really want to be one anymore because he realizes just how awful the Hyrulean military is, and how they're enforcing some pretty nasty rules but he doesn't feel like he can do anything because he's too small!!!

And how that anger at his own helplessness doubles back into his idolization of people who are supposed to create change on their own (people like the hero of time!) and his frustration with the chosen hero he has to deal with

also he's a bird. and i like birds

[sovlstr]

Ariam/Ven 🤍

I know I said that I’d introduce her as a selfship for NM, but honestly, it’s more less of a romantic ship and borderline on “frenemies”/enemies with begrudging affection. Thinking of Lego Batman and joker’s relationship, though Melanie x Trump is a good comparison as well. Big tall scary lady and her little boytoy minion(okay not entirely but u get the idea)🙂‍↕️

This was my first attempt to visualize her but I have also been mulling over her facial features for the past week so I generally had her appearance down.

I created Ariam to be a constant foil to Nightmare. That fly you can’t get rid of, that leech that constantly dries to your skin. She and Nightmare have been fighting forever, both trying to prove they’re the ultimate force, but realistically? Neither one can actually win.

I find it absolutely fascinating. Their dynamic is chaotically layered with reluctance but an undeniable pull toward one another. Two equal powers of evil constantly battling for dominance that are now… stuck in eternal stalemate. It’s makes for an incredibly engaging and painful rivalry that borders on misplaced intimacy, in its own twisted way. Ven’s mean, brutally honest, and absolutely loves scaring the hell out of people just for fun. She looks terrifying and uses that, taunting and unsettling anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path.

Ariams appearance is disruptive, abstract, yet coordinated. The lightning-like streaks running across her lower torso hint at an unstablity of her entire form- seamed together by what is truly scars lining her upper and lower torso. The black cloak that follows after her hair and wraps around her intimate parts adding to that illusion of negative space, it wraps itself around her breasts and stomach like a chiton fabric, giving her that strangely alluring deception of hidden limbs. The streaks running along her body give the impression that she’s been split apart and stitched back together by pure darkness. She’s a walking nightmare, and she loves it. With her nature as a chaos deity, Ven thrives on unpredictability, laughing in the face of order and treating the world as her personal playground of discord.(ehehheheeh)

While Nightmare thrives on corruption and despair, she’s more about mischief and outright mayhem. Where he is calculated and manipulative she is brutally direct, making their conflicts even more frustrating for him. But after eons of clashing, they’ve fallen into a rhythm—perhaps even a dependency… on another’s other’s presence. Neither will ever admit it but in a strange way, they get one another in a way no one else can. Killer and dust will refer to them as “an old married couple” due to their constant bickering and jabs to another. They even have a synchronized outrage at such accusations (and subsequent ‘punishment’ of the fools who dare suggest it). Killer being the most chaotic of the three tries to joke about it once only for Ariam and Nightmare to simultaneously snap at him, sending him bolting in fear. They occasionally engage in ‘couple activities’ purely out of familiarity or habit—fighting, exchanging taunts, forced cooperation when their interests align—but the second anyone tries tl put a label on it they lose their fucking minds.

Ariam is like Nightmare’s personal glitch in the system, an anomaly that constantly disrupts his flow. Nightmares subordinates are terrified of her. Not just because she’s powerful, but because of what she does to him. Nightmare thrives on negativity, but Ven is essentially a black hole of emotions—she never gives him anything real to feed on, just a never-ending stream of mockery, chaos, and whatever twisted version of “joy” she experiences through destruction. It’s the ultimate frustration for him. No matter how much he despises her, he can’t corrupt her the way he does others because she’s already pure degeneracy in her own right. She doesn’t need corruption, she is corruption in its rawest most untamed form.

Unlike Nightmare, who chooses to be what he is and thrives on suffering, Ariam is fundamentally incapable of experiencing real joy without destruction. She’s not seeking power the way Nightmare is, she simply exists to unravel things, to make others uncomfortable, to thrive in pure unadulterated shitshow. It’s another reason Nightmare hates yet admires her so much—she has no grand plan, no ultimate ambition. She simply is, and no matter what he does he can’t change that. Ariam isn’t the type to take sides because at the end of the day she doesn’t care— she just wants to see things burn. The only reason she teamed up with Nightmare would be for convenience, not loyalty. If his enemies become her problem then she might as well fight back, only because she’d rather not deal with the annoyance herself. And even then she makes it absolutely clear that she’s doing it on her own terms, not because she actually cares about his war. Doesn’t care who wins, who loses, what happens. As long as there’s destruction she’d be thoroughly satisfied. And if that destruction just so happens to involve making Nightmare’s life harder? FUCK YES?!!??

When she does fight alongside him, it’s a pure spectacle—destruction with literally no strategy, no careful planning. Nightmare is methodical, corrupting his enemies and bending them to his will, or putting them into the worst situation and manipulating that whim. Ariam? She just fucking flicks them. Making 20 anvils rain from the sky and seeing who gets crushed under one them while she sits in the distance with a shit eating grin. She’s the one to just taunt Nightmare mid-battle, making it a game to see who causes more shit and just completely ruining any serious strategy he had in mind.

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Slay the Hollow: Voices as MCs

WARRING: This blog might contains spoilers for both Scarlet Hollow and Slay the Princess. You have been warned.

I'm a huge fan of Black Tabby Games' Slay the Princess. A lot of people have talked about this game in detail but not nearly enough have discussed it's equally excellent sister game Scarlet Hollow. So, to show my appreciation for both games, I came up with a fun little idea: what if the voices of Slay the Princess were main characters in Scarlet Hollow!

For those who don't know, in StP, you acquire different voices based on your choices through out the game. And in SH, you can choose two out of seven traits that unlock new dialogue options and give you abilities that can help out in certain situations, and depending on what trait you have you can completely circumvent certain choices.

In this blog, I will combine both games by making the voices the main characters they were always destined to be by giving them what traits I think they'd have.

Some rules first:

1: I will not be including the Hero nor the Narrator. The Hero because honestly, I feel like this personality isn't super consistent between routes. As for the Narrator, he's kinda hard to pin down. Besides, the game makes it pretty clear that he's different from the other voices so I don't really see any reason to include him.

Just so we're clear, our voices are the Stubborn, Broken, Cold, Paranoid, Cheated, Hunted, Opportunist, Contrarian, Skeptic, and the Smitten.

2: Each voice ONLY gets two traits, just like the game (and NO, hardcore mode does NOT count)

Here's a list of the traits and what they do:

Powerful Build: Makes you buff and athletic, gives you a greater appetite, and makes you more intimidating.

Mystical: Gives you a sixth sense when it comes to the supernatural, and makes you kinda weird.

Talk to Animals: This one is self-explanatory.

Street Smart: Makes you good at lying while being able to spot liars, you can better read people, and you can pick locks.

Keen Eye: Makes you more observant and pick up on small details that most would overlook.

Book Smart: Gives you an encyclopedic knowledge on various topics and you can read faster.

Hot: Makes you physically attractive, an adept flirt, and gives you an aura of charm that makes people like you by default.

3: I can't give two or more voices the same two traits. This one is here just to make things more interesting and to avoid repetition.

With that out of the way, let's get to the list!

Stubborn: Powerful Build + Talk to Animals

I'll be honest, I couldn't really think of a good build for the Stubborn. I definitely feel like Powerful Build alone fits him best due to his single desire to fight, but none of the other traits really fit him as well. Mystical: never gave me that impression. Street Smart: some have suggested this one, however I disagree, a key word they overlook in Street Smart is "Smart", and frankly, the Stubborn is an idiot. Keen Eye: he doesn't seem very observant (doesn't help that there's only one thing on his mind). Book Smart: same logic as Street Smart. Hot: I mean, I guess he's kinda of a flirt in the Razor but he doesn't come across as charming.

I chose Talk to Animals because it technically effects gameplay the least. Even if you try to ignore them the other traits will pop up and effect gameplay whether or not you want them too, while you can completely ignore Talk to Animals (just because you can hear what they say doesn't mean you have to acknowledge them). If anything, Stubborn would probably consider this trait to be more of a distraction than anything else, but at least it's a manageable one, where the others are not.

I imagine that Stubborn would be a hardass that's impossible to get along with as he's the type who solves all his problems by either punching or yelling at them (sometimes both) and always gets straight to the point, never wasting time on questions. He'd probably develop an obsession with Wayne due to his confrontational nature, taking every opportunity to fight him. And much like the Adversary or the Razor, he might even grow attached to Wayne, even going as far as to attack Reese because Wayne is HIS rival and no one else can take that from him. Whether or not this obsession would turn into romance, I'm honestly not sure, let me know what you think about that.

Broken: Mystical + Talk to Animals

I gave the Broken these two traits because I believe both together would make him miserable. Being able to see and hear things that no one else can sounds absolutely maddening. I think Mystical fits him due to his connection to the Tower, while the Cage shows us a more empathic side to him so I figured with Talk to Animals he's give the creatures of Scarlet Hollow a voice (basically, he'd be more open about this power than the others).

I imagine that he was bullied a lot as kid for his strangeness and his only friends were animals. He's very subservient to beings he sees as being above him and lacks any agency, so he'd blindly listen to people like Tabitha and Sybil without question while being viewed as a weak willed coward by others. He'd also feel tremendous guilt for the major choices of episodes 1 and 2 so he'd try make the ultimate sacrifice in episode 3 (whether or not Tabitha lets him do that depends on their relationship).

Cold: Mystical + Keen Eye

The Cold is the embodiment of apathy. To me, he definitely gives off a Mystical sort of vibe as he was able to keep Quiet sane during the Moment of Clarity, and because he doesn't waste time on concepts like emotions he's a bit more observant than some of the other voices.

Like in StP, the only thing he cares about is seeing something new. So he'd probably just go where ever the wind takes him and follows others lead. Others would have a hard time getting along with him due to his apathetic (and sometimes downright rude) nature. Though he might develop a sort of kinship with Sybil, but unlike the Broken, instead of seeing her as someone above him, he sees her as someone who's kinda like him, someone who sees the world for what he believes it truly is rather than what others perceive it to be. And kinda like Stubborn he'd rather get to the point than waste time with questions.

Paranoid: Mystical + Book Smart

I gave him Mystical because it is sorta like a less cool version of Spidey Sense, and the Paranoid is always looking out for danger, hell, it might even be the reason he's so "Paranoid". As for Book Smart, I didn't originally come up with this one, that was the idea of @salty-an-disco, so I wanna thank them for inspiring me. And thinking about it, it makes sense as Paranoid actually seems pretty intuitive, he's the only reason why Quiet was able to survive being near the Nightmare by manually operating his autonomic nervous system, there's only one other voice who can do something like that and I also gave him the Book Smart trait (but you'll have to get though the rest of this to learn who).

As for how I imagine him being in SH, he's someone who is ruled by fear. He doesn't trust anyone, yet alone someone he just met, and even less of a long-lost cousin who only NOW decided to get in contact with him only to invite him to funeral of a woman who has it out for his recently deceased mother. He's untrusting of everyone he comes across in Scarlet Hollow (even if he has no reason to be so suspicious of them) and questions everything he's told.

Cheated: Mystical + Street Smart

I swear, this is the LAST voice with the Mystical trait! As for the reason I gave it to the Cheated is the same as the Paranoid. But unlike Paranoid, instead of fear, he's ruled by spite, so instead of logic, he tries to understand how people work, hence the Street Smart trait (another idea of @salty-an-disco).

I imagine either him or his mom is/was a gambler, but one bad gamble ruined their lives (or just his) and combined with Vivian's hospital bills put him in massive dept. He probably feels a strong envy towards Tabitha because she inherited the family coal mine and lives in a big house while he recently lost his job and got evicted from his apartment (and he assumes she didn't give the estate proper maintenance just to insult him, and if that sounds like a leap in logic to you that's because it is). He keeps his cards close to his chest, doesn't let his guard down around anyone, and tries to see all the possible angles.

Hunted: Talk to Animals + Keen Eye

The Hunted tries to think like an animal, so why not give him the ability to Talk to Animals? And while I wouldn't say he's really "smart" he does seem pretty observant like how he was able to tell the Narrator was afraid and in the Den he figured out that the mirror was just an illustration based on the wind.

To the Hunted, survival is all that matters, and he's not going save anyone unless it's convenient for him (though he's gladly save Gretchen over Duke), so if someone's in danger it's their fault for putting themselves in it instead of running away way when they had the chance or trust the warnings they've been given. But while he won't go rescue anyone himself he'll at least try to warn them of the danger, whether or not they'll listen to him is not his problem.

Opportunist: Street Smart + Hot

Some of these were pretty hard to figure out, but this one was surprisingly easy. The Opportunist is a manipulative being with only one goal: being on top. For some of these it's not really a matter of them actually having these traits, but rather which would they choose for themselves. Opportunist will gladly to lie and charm his way though any problem and doesn't show his true colors unless he thinks he's on top, like how in the Princess and the Dragon he was more than willing to kill the Princess knowing Quiet was inside of her, but when Quiet returned to his body he suddenly tried act like he was always on his side, but truthfully the only side he's on is his own.

That would also be the case in SH, always trying to butter up everyone just to stab them in the back the moment it's convenient for him. He would regularly lie to and flirt with people just to get them to trust him and would always invite Tabitha to events and take her side because she's the one with the most sway in Scarlet Hollow (but he's gladly stab her in the back the moment he gets the chance). I wonder how long he'd be able to keep this up before the others catch on.

Contrarian: Powerful Build + Street Smart

Remember how I said the Opportunist was easy to figure out? Well, the Contrarian is the opposite, as it was really hard to come up with something that made sense, and even now I'm unsure if this build really works for him. I'm fairly certain Street Smart is a good fit for him because it's useful for causing mischief, but I'm not confident in the other one.

I considered swapping Powerful Build for Talk to Animals since it's unexpected and Contrarian is all about doing the opposite of what you expect, plus, it would allow him to meet the goat. But I didn't because 1: outside of those two things there's really no reason to give him that trait, and 2: that would mean four out of the ten voices would have Talk to Animals, and that's already a problem with the Mystical trait and I want to have at least some variety.

The evidence for giving him Powerful Build are, 1: a running joke with the Contrarian is that he wants Quiet to throw the blade out the window and while I don't think an action like that requires much effort successfully throwing and object out a window does require at least some strength, 2: in the Fury he convinced Stubborn that they don't need the blade to Slay the Princess and depending on your choices he was right, 3: in the Apotheosis he helped Quiet throw the blade right into her eye, 4: in No Way Out, he made Quiet throw the blade out the window without the player's input and it's my belief that if a voice can successfully take control of Quiet's body despite resistance and without the help of the other voices must have some level of strength which is a logic I will use for another voice, and 5: during the end of the Razor he seem confident that Quiet could throw her out the window despite how big she's become. The only thing I don't like about this is the idea of Contrarian being buff (at the same time it's also not something you'd expect)

I imagine his relationship with Tabitha would be similar to the Narrator as he would like getting on her nerves, but not for any malicious reason but rather because it's fun for him. He'd have an appreciation for Tabitha (even if she doesn't feel the same way about him) and would have the best relationship with Stella as the two have a few things in common, she'd be the only one he wouldn't mess with.

Skeptic: Keen Eye + Book Smart

The Skeptic was another easy one for me. Like the Paranoid he's a very analytical mind, but while Paranoid is ruled by fear, Skeptic is ruled by logic, plus, he's the only other voice that seems to have some measure of control over Quiet's body, the difference being that while Paranoid manipulated his ANS to keep him alive, Skeptic was able to shut off his heart when he refused to slay himself. It's no wonder why they worked together so well in the Cage, and speaking of the Cage, he was kinda obsessed with data points in that route. Along with a more logical mind he's also observant as in the Prisoner he pointed out the empty chain and after slaying her was the only one who noticed that something had happened to the outside world before Quite even opened the door.

Like in StP he would be very logical and wouldn't trust what's he's told unless it made sense to him or could be proven true. He would greatly distrust Tabitha, Sybil, Wayne, and Dr. Kelly as their the kind of people who would "talk in circles" which he absolutely hates. He also wouldn't trust Stella or Reese, but not because he dislikes them. In the case of Stella, it's because she's proven to be capable of lying, is incredibly reckless, and chooses to believe in cryptids over a more plausible answer like mountain lions. And as for Reese, it's because there's something about him that puts him off but can't say what exactly (a fear that would be justified in episode 4). Kaneeka would be one of the only people in Scarlet Hollow he would trust as in his mind she's one of the few in town with her head screwed on right and because she's also a skeptic, and not only that, she might be the one to help him get over some of his old biases (or maybe I'm the biased one because Kaneeka's my favorite, who can say?)

Smitten: Powerful Build + Hot

The Hot trait is perfect for SH players who want a little romance on their journey, and while it's not necessary for romance it does makes things a little easier, and I know the Smitten would capitalize on this if given the chance. Sure, he's not subtle about it, but he's the only voice that explicitly shows romantic interest in the Princess. And he can be pretty smooth at times like how he knew how to gain the Thorn's trust and kiss her. As for Powerful Build, there are a few reasons, 1: he seems like the type who would sweep someone off their feet (and people can be pretty heavy), 2: when combined with the Hot trait it gives you himbo dialogue which I think works for Smitten since the Princess is the only thing on his mind, and 3: he has the ability to completely control Quiet's body.

What I mean by that last one is that he's probably the only voice who can completely take over Quiet's body without help and despite Quiet's protests. He's made Quiet self-destruct in both of the Damsel's chapter 3s (making him stab himself in the Grey and ripping his chest open in Happily Ever After) even when the Narrator, Hero and Quiet himself told him no, the only other voice who could probably do something like this is the Contrarian, but he only does it briefly. The only other voice who kills Quiet is Skeptic but he can only use the blade if Quiet let's him, otherwise he'll shut off his heart instead. As for other voices who tried to take control of Quiet, when the Narrator tried to take control Quiet was able to fight back, when Broken tried taking control the Hero was able to rest control away from him, and Opportunist was only able to take control when Quiet was outside of his body, and when he returned Opportinist was helpless to whatever Quiet decided. And I'm pretty sure most of the other voices like the Stubborn, Paranoid, Cheated, and Hunted would take control if they could but they don't (I don't think Cold would care to do this even if he could).

I'm fairly confident about my trait choices, however, I'm struggling to figure out who Smitten would fall for. Obviously he's going to have a romance arc in this game, the question is "with who"? None of the existing romance options are similar enough to the Princess to say definitively who he would romance. If you have a guess of your own there are eight romance options, five the game's page will tell you about: Stella, Kaneeka, Oscar, Reese, and Avery, and three they won't tell you about: Wayne, Dr. Kelly, and Sybil. Please share your answers with me, I'd love to hear them! As for my guess, I'd say Reese because in a way he's the closest to the Princess, he has a similar disposition to the Thorn, like the Princess he's also trapped in a basement (kinda), he appears fragile, seems like a genuinely nice person like the Damsel, and much like the Princess as a whole he has the power of transformation (minus the thing about perception) being able to turn into a monster as well as control the environment around him, and I know Smitten isn't turned off by sharp teeth or any other freaky features as he still loves the Princess even as the Fury and Razor. But that's all just a guess and I'm not 100% sure of this. Again, if you have your own answer, do let me know.

And that's all ten voices! Like I said at the beginning I won't be doing the Narrator nor the Hero, and for the Princess and her multitudes, NOPE, that is a very daunting task and this list was hard enough as is. Finally, most of this is just my opinion, if you have a different list in mind feel free to share it. And thank you for taking the time to read this, that means a lot. bye!

[matchbet-allofthetime]

I like your headcanon about Joshua Graham but I think it has been confirmed that the reason his face is not visibly burned was due to engine limitations. But don’t let that stop you! I think it’s a good headcanon!

As a long-time fan and someone SUPER interested in games, I get that logically, it's a game limitation.

(which has always been strange as hell to me considering they could do ghoul faces, but it may have been a bandage texture VS facial texture overlap issue and they could've easily modelled what little we see to have the scarring, but I digress)

I'm glad you think it's a good HC, and honestly, whenever I give something in anything a headcanon, unless I say otherwise, I'm thinking about it in-universe!

I like toying with the ideas of realistic experiences, and given what I know about being burned (a lot, oddly enough, partially from experience), I can say pretty well that it's logical that he wouldn't be thoroughly burned the same way, especially if he was burned in whatever outfit he was wearing.

That can change EVERYTHING pretty much entirely, worsening burns or protecting the flesh some, depending on what it is/material/etc!

Being doused in pitch and lit on fire is something that'll likely be done sporadically. Someone typically pours it over the head, and it drips down, perhaps over the nose and lips, but not really over the face so much, and splashes it across the stomach and legs, soaking those above all else.

So honestly? His face probably would be fine in-game, regardless of whether or not my HC came about because of stupid little NPC details I noticed back in 2011 😂

Though, this also leads me to think he probably has trouble walking too quickly if his legs were targeted as is typical 🤔

[operative-arrow]

Unprompted by literally anything other than coming across a song from their (very short and unworked on) playlist and getting feelings about it, I'm going to write (apparently) a fucking ESSAY telling the story of a character that only a few people around here would even know about.

He started off as one thing, pretty simplistically defined by everything and everyone around him (including me). and then after he got a window out of that life and saw how other people were he slowly started growing and questioning- oh god I was exploring the identity thing years before I realized, wasn't I? Like yeeeearsss. Holy shit.

Not Dragon Age, which is the flavor of my things around here right now, but Mass Effect. Below a cut because I have no idea how long this is going to be as of beginning this lmao

This is the character in question! Art by my friend https://www.tumblr.com/capybonara

This is Nameless. He was originally created for a simple role. A friend was trying to make a wary alliance of shitty Nemean Abyss psychopaths.

He was formerly a gladiatorial slave named Br'uuj, to batarians on their homeworld. He was stolen before he was born and had never seen his people's homeworld. Raised among no others like himself. Defined strictly both my myself as the player, and the environment he was placed in. He grew up brutal. Cannibalistic, because it played well with the crowds to see a monster in the arena. For a century and a half, passed from owner to owner. Batarians (at least in CDN canon, I honestly don't remember what is game canon vs our canon anymore lol) believe that the soul is contained in the eyes. Their version of the good afterlife is partially dependant on having all four of your eyes intact.

Being raised among this, and being told regularly he was not a real person and there was no afterlife for him, he etched two more eyes into the plates on his head. Because of course he would. He is a real person. He has a soul. He has to, and he'll show them.

After his last owner tried to have him entombed with her, and her son botched an attempt at stealing him from the funeral procession, he got out and stole away to Omega. Terrorized sections of the understation as he hid away.

Eventually he became a pirate in a particularly lawless section of the galaxy. A brutal tyrant over his crew.

The violence is expected. It's part of the mask. No one, at any point in his life, has ever expected anything else. From him, or anyone else, really.

His ship had a throne room where he kept tanks full of eyeballs because void-dammit if the batarians think he can't get into the afterlife because he doesn't have enough, he’ll gather enough souls to blow open the doors to the afterlife just so he can hunt down his old owners again and turn their eternity into suffering.

So this is all before he even joins CDN, the forum I RP’d him on. So that's all pretext here. Joining the boards, in-universe is his first opportunity to interact with people who don't see him or themselves as objects or weapons, violent things in a violent setting.

Now, he wasn't intended to be much of a real character at the point of creation. Just kind of a violent Abyss madman in juxtaposition to the other, more regular posters in civilized space. Someone to fill a role in a crew of likewise chaotic bad guys.

But I started playing him and not waiting for that plot to get going.

And he started asking questions. He asked questions of the characters from ‘regular’ space when what they said confused him, or didn't make sense with his outlook.

Some greeted him with fear or skepticism and that made perfect sense to him. He replied with veiled (sometimes) threats of aggression, or stoic aloofness. Basically the two forms of communication everything in his life up until that point said was allowed, for someone like him.

More surprising were those who positively interacted with him. This didn’t make sense to him. Some of them were even other krogan, very few of whom he had ever interacted with, and always on a battlefield. Some of them even gave him nicknames and after he responded in kind. It started a change.

He was made to be ignorant and violent, but that box, the mask, didn’t last very long. As soon as he started asking questions. Seeing other people as they actually were caused him to lose that single edge. He still did violence. He took on mercenary work here and there, raiding this or that for someone who had a job to offer. And he had his own pirate crew. But he had this line of communication into a different kind of life.

Eventually he started engaging with this other side too. Taking part in conversations. Won a contest and went on a date. It went horribly because he had no idea what to do, showed up with a chest full of nonsense offering tribute like a romance novel character, because that was literally the only frame of reference he could study about the topic. I mean also there were some background sabotage shenanigans going on. But people had fun.

He met shamans and scientists, spoke to krogan his own age (despite being over 200 he is pretty young for krogan), even some batarians that didn’t treat him like shit. It all wore away at the mask and he sought more from his life. The pirate thing, it wasn’t fulfilling the way it previously was.

This was over the course of years of play mind you. It was gradual. There were periods where he slipped back into the routine of the mask a little more. Other times, where he really leaned in to learning. Asking.

He was born on a different species homeworld, as property. That lead him to being desperately curious about Tuchanka, when he allowed the mask to slip. He asked krogan who came from there about what made them them. What people like them were like. How he was, perhaps, supposed to be.

He asked about it many times over the years but genuinely never let himself go there. It was an unacknowledged terror, the idea that he would go there, he would look, and he would find something missing in himself.

Or worse, the planet would reject him because of his past. He wouldn't be krogan enough. He had spent so much of his life as something else. What if the very planet that made krogan ended up telling him he wasn't a real one?

But eventually, he had to face it. Some emergent factional power destroyed his ship, his safe, well worn armor against the outside. With just a shuttle and a few crew mates surviving he didn't know where else to go. So he had them drop him off on the homeworld that he never knew, and turned his back on everything that came before it.

As soon as they set foot on Tuchanka it was different. He told the crew to leave and not look back. He piled his armor in the sand, and began a long journey figuring out who he was.

Br’uuj was no more, the name left with the shuttle, or lingered in the armor of the gladiator, cannibal, and pirate that immediately began being consumed by the sands. He took some time to see the sky, feel the ground he. Everything was immediately lighter. But no more certain. He didn't know who he was, and so he didn't pick a name to replace the one someone else had assigned him, yet.

Nameless started to wander. His goal, ultimately, was to find a clan to join. To be welcome in. The path to doing so was to travel clan to clan, learning their histories and cultures. What made them who they were. The social expectations.

He made an animal friend alongside one clan.

He learned a form of divination that he used on the boards to read for other people's characters. (which was really just me reading my own cards reskinned with a krogan touch lmao. It was really fun)

There was a whole (mental) list of places to go and things to explore. As it seems to often go in rp writing, the whole thing sort of petered out and was never finished in that way. He never figured out or ‘earned’ a new name, or joined a clan. I had inklings at the time that he was going to question his role in gendered expectations as well. But I wasn't confident enough to move on that in any way with him.

I might or might not ever play them again. If I ever did, or simply wrote a nice ending for them out of my own self indulgent wishes, I think they would come to leave the weight of gender behind them like the armor and the name, too. It never did anything for them and was always projected on them from the outside. Something they were forced to match.

But yeah that's Nameless’ story. If you read all of that holy shit I'm sorry. I genuinely don't know what possessed me to start this a few days ago. Just remembered the song was on their playlist and I started thinking about their story.

I realized they were way more important to me than I realized in the middle of playing it. There were parallels I didn't even know I was having yet.

My other main character at this time was a digital construct of a fucking shitty man who got ejected to die, in space! This copy grew to be infinitely better and kinder than the original ever was and got a new name and friends and came to largely disregard his gender or the original's orientation altogether because it didn't actually matter to him, as the roomba he was stuck in.

Am I ever not writing through something subconsciously jeez

Thanks for sticking around, if you did. I just wanted to do a little send-off for a character I really enjoyed at the time, and even more so in retrospect.

[theladyofrosewater]

Im glad someone understands how difficult it is to draw William afton. I got so many design ideas, but I dunno which to choose

trying to come up with a design and draw him is certainly.... interesting to say the least.

Nowadays you can thankfully just come up with a design based on Mathew Lillard but otherwise there are just so many different ways to come up with an Afton design in part because I believe the best designs change with the timeline of things, there's a really a bunch of ways you can go with it, there's a really good animatic on youtube that showcases what I mean and I'll link it if I can find it again. which makes coming up with a design difficult. Afton's a terrible human being for sure but making him "ugly" is a poor design choice as it associates beauty with morality which... I could rant about but I'm not going too. BUT you make him hot and that's a whole nother issue that I'm also not going to get into. Not to mention beauty is SUPER subjective and all that shit.

I personally never post any drawings of him with his face for a few reasons. The primary reason besides I think scribbling out his face looks better but also.... I am in a lot of fandoms with huge casts of characters..LIKE A LOT. So in addition to occasionally confusing my fandoms when they come across my dash (I was so confused when what I thought was a willry piece came across my dash since I don't actively look for that kinda thing before my dumbass realized "oh wait fuck that's jayvik art) I have to make an actually effort when it comes to making characters distinguishable from each other hence William doesn't get a face in my designs because otherwise I know I'd confuse his design with other characters, it's the same reason my version of Charlie is Latina, my original design for her looked way too much like Padme from Star Wars and combine that with the fact that I gave my version of Michael a mullet, whenever I drew them together they just looked like a modern au version of Anakin and Padme. I can struggle with same face syndrome and while I'm getting better at it sometimes you just gotta hope a different haircut is enough

If you've got a bunch of different designs you could go about this three different ways.

A. you could go off of what design details that are just individually your favorites and combine them into one. You like glasses designs? add them! Shorter hair and a beard? fuck it man go for it. If you have two options and flip a coin and are disappointed with the result go with the other one

B. If you want it to be a stand out honestly just pick the design which includes elements you see the least of with other people's designs. However you also want to make sure all of those elements mesh well so it doesn't look like you just grabbed a random set of traits from a bag.

C. Realism: Look at actual 80's fashion designs, trends, but also actual real life people in the 80s as trends didn't move as fast so it wouldn't be uncommon to see a mix of 70s and 80s clothing depending on location and social class. William's a dad to at least three children in the 80s in the game timeline so you should definitely think about stuff like that when coming up with a design, how did the ideal "family man" dress during that period?

regardless at the end of the day it's YOUR design and as long as it's not offensive or anything just go with what you like.

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My Experience with Kado Bar: Why I’m Obsessed with This Vape Brand

If you're anything like me, you're always on the hunt for that perfect vape—something that hits just right, tastes amazing, and looks sleek while doing it. I’ve been through my fair share of brands, but lately, I can’t stop talking about one in particular: Kado Bar. Whether you’re a newbie just starting your vaping journey or someone looking to switch it up, let me walk you through why the Kado Bar vape has become my new obsession.

How I Discovered Kado Bar

So, how did I stumble across this gem? Honestly, I was scrolling through an online vape shop, not expecting much, when a sleek and colorful design caught my eye. That was my first kado bar. I clicked “buy kadobar online” almost impulsively. Little did I know, I was about to discover a whole new level of vaping.

First Impressions Matter

The packaging alone had me excited—it was minimal but premium. I could tell from the get-go that this wasn’t just another disposable vape. Once I took my first puff, it was smooth, flavorful, and powerful. No weird aftertaste, no coughing fits—just a rich, clean draw that made me an instant fan.

Here’s what impressed me most right off the bat:

Flavors: Unreal. I’ve tried everything from lush fruit blends to icy mints.

Design: Super compact, with a modern, matte finish.

Battery Life: Long enough to last me days without needing a recharge.

Ease of Use: No buttons, no fuss—just inhale and enjoy.

The Kado Bar Vape Lineup

Let’s talk about the kado bar vape selection because, wow, there are some serious heavy-hitters in the lineup. I’ve tried a bunch, and here are some of my top picks:

1. Chilled Aloe Mango

This one took me by surprise. I didn’t think aloe and mango would work together, but it’s insanely refreshing. There’s a cool finish at the end of each puff that leaves your throat feeling minty-fresh.

2. Rainbow Jelly

Yes, it tastes as fun as it sounds. Think fruity candy with a touch of creamy sweetness. If you like dessert-style vapes, this one’s for you.

3. Peach Ice

Classic, cool, and full of juicy peach flavor. This was one of the first flavors I tried and still one of my go-tos when I want something simple and satisfying.

Why I Keep Coming Back to Kado Bar

Let’s be real—there are a lot of vape brands out there, and I’ve tried more than I can count. But Kado Bar consistently delivers in ways others just don’t. Here’s why I keep coming back:

✅ Consistent Quality

I’ve never had a Kado Bar that leaked, burnt out quickly, or tasted off. Every single one has been smooth, flavorful, and long-lasting.

✅ Massive Puff Count

Some of their models go up to 20,000 puffs—which is mind-blowing for a compact disposable. I used to carry around backups, but not anymore.

✅ Rechargeable Convenience

Many Kado Bar vapes come with Type-C ports for easy recharging. No more guessing when it’s going to die. I just plug it in and keep going.

✅ Nicotine Hit That’s Just Right

I don’t like when the nicotine is too harsh, and Kado Bar seems to have nailed the balance. It satisfies cravings without knocking you off your feet.

How to Buy KadoBar Online (And What to Look For)

Buying your first kado bar vape online? Let me help you out.

Here’s what I always keep in mind when I buy kadobar online:

Choose a reputable seller – Stick with trusted vape websites that list product specs clearly.

Check the puff count – Depending on your usage, you might want one that offers 5,000 puffs or up to 20,000 for longer use.

Read flavor reviews – Everyone’s taste buds are different, but reviews can give you a good idea of what to expect.

Watch for deals – Some sites offer bundle discounts or seasonal offers, which is great if you’re stocking up.

I’ve personally had great experiences ordering online. My shipments have been fast, packaging secure, and I love being able to explore new flavors and models from the comfort of home.

What’s Next for Me and Kado Bar?

Honestly? I’m excited to try whatever new flavor or innovation Kado Bar releases next. They’ve already won me over with their existing lineup, and I’ve seen teasers online about even cooler tech and limited-edition flavors on the horizon.

I’ve also started recommending Kado Bar vapes to friends, and now half my circle is on the Kado train. We even swap flavors like trading cards—it’s a whole vibe.

Final Thoughts: Should You Try Kado Bar?

If you’re still on the fence, let me be the one to tell you—it’s so worth it. The flavor variety, puff count, design, and overall experience make Kado Bar a standout in a sea of vape brands. Whether you’re upgrading from a basic disposable or just want a smoother, better experience, this is a game-changer.

So go ahead, buy kadobar online, try a flavor that speaks to you, and thank me later. Trust me—once you’ve had a Kado Bar, there’s no going back.

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Minho NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

In the beginning, he was lowkey selfish. Like he would ask if you were good after, if you enjoyed yourself but that was it. You definitely have to ask him to do more and explain how it makes you feel when he doesn’t do more but once you do, he’s got you covered.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s a thigh man. Legs too, but mostly thighs. He likes muscular thighs and would willingly die between them. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It takes him a while to work up the courage to ask but he likes to come inside. He likes watching it drip out of his partner.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes a fight, a chase during relationships. He can almost think of it as a game or a challenge. This continues into the bedroom. He likes to fight his partner for dominance with him winning more often than not. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He would lie and saw he’s experienced but honestly his experience comes from hearing the other boys talk about what they “remember” or coming across those types of magazines.

He would definitely be the type to learn from his partner what they like but do it in a teasing way like “use your words and tell me what you want”.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He would start off with basic missionary or with you on your side but would advance to you almost folded in half, legs above your head, or on your knees with your head between your legs balanced on your shoulders. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends. It starts off serious and then depending on how into he gets is if he jokes around.

He 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel he doesn’t have a ton of body hair, just patches of dark hair in the appropriate places. He comes to appreciate this later.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very romantic but in a lowkey way. Like he’s going to be pulling your head back with a rough hand through your hair all while leaving sweet kisses on your neck or if he’s biting on your thighs and lower stomach, his hands are running up and down your sides and legs, committing the skin to memory.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Due to having almost no spare time or privacy, he usually jacks it in the shower a lot of times after a night spent with you. He can’t help it. With memory fresh in his mind and constantly replaying his favorite parts of it all. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If you are flexible enough to be put into an odd position, he gets so excited. He just thinks it’s so hot.

Long or short, if you have hair, he’s gonna pull it. He wants his hair tugged on too.

Biting! He just likes seeing his teethmarks on your neck, thighs, abdomen. He likes when they bruise up and turn purple because they’re harder to hide/keep secret. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the Glade, there was very few places for privacy so he frequented the showers. Outside of the Glade, he prefers his bedroom or kitchen table but will still go to the showers every now and then. You know, for nostalgia sake.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly he would get turned on if his partner was rude or had a bit of attitude because he knows he can make you cut that attitude out real quick.

He also likes seeing you waiting there right after he gets back from the maze. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that makes you uncomfortable or anything to do with getting caught while you’re in the glade. He’s gone all day and he doesn’t want anyone getting any ideas.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving as much as receiving. He would prefer to 69 rather than just give. He gives rough and long licks and would definitely edge you with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He has an normal pace at first but his thrusts are very deep and he makes it feel sensual but rough all at the same time. He would get faster the closer he got to release but would slow down if he felt you were getting too close before he was ready.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

For the first part of your relationship, he was all quickies. First thing in the morning before he runs, late at night before you sleep. But as he gets more comfortable exploring his and your kinks, quickies just aren’t cutting it anymore. It still happens every now and then.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is a bit hesitant about somethings but if it’s something you’re really pushing or if he can’t stop thinking about it, he’ll try. The more successful experiments, the more likely he is to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He goes for multiple rounds like 4 or more. They last about 15 to 30 minutes but he recovers fast and is ready to go again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

At first, he’s not a fan but the first time he watches you use a vibe on yourself, he’s into it. He can’t lie. He’s picky about toys but one thing he really likes is putting nipple clamps on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the devil incarnate when it comes to teasing. He’s gonna ask you to tell him how good he’s making you feel, he’ll stop if you don’t respond. He’ll edge you until you’re begging and pleading for him to do something, anything.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He would tease you about how loud you are like he’s not loud as fuck too. The other boys are traumatized.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When you mark him up, he’s gonna wear those bruises, hickeys, bitemarks and scratches with pride.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is average length but skinnier than average. He’s also veiny too which is an added bonus for his partner.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s high but he’s got self control. He would have sex almost everyday if he could but he knows that the both of you have work to do and it’s not feasible. But his partner had better be ready when ya’ll get the time...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Again the first couple times, he almost immediately curls up and turns away from you. He gets better about it though, staying up for a bit to just bask in the glow with you.

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BTS Reaction || Pregnant From A One Night Stand [Request]

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⤜MASTERLIST

GIFS DO NOT BELONG TO ME

SEOKJIN:

Jin was excited about it all, he couldn't wait to be a father and even if it had happened with you by accident he was more than ready to become a father. The boys and management however had been a little less than happy about it and had already begun running tests the moment you told them you were pregnant. 

"You don't mind them doing this?" Jin asked as you both waited for one of his managers to come back into the room. When you slept with Jin you had no idea who he was, you'd met, you'd fucked and then called him when you found out you were pregnant. 

"If it means you'll believe me," You mumbled, in all honestly you were tired of being called a liar and having to go through tests to prove that the baby was Jin's. 

"I believe you," Jin said as he reached his hand out and placed it on top of yours. The two of you had been getting to know each other more since you'd moved in with each other.

"I just wish they did," You glanced over at the glass wall to see all of the members watching you closely. You knew why they didn't believe you since Jin was who he was after all and you knew other people probably tried this in the past.

"You're the father Jin," His manager said as they walked into the room, all of them beginning to apologise to you for the extensive testing and questioning that they'd been grilling you with for months.

"Good, now that that's over I'm taking her to get something to eat." Jin said as he helped you up from the chair, walking with you toward the exit.

"We still need to narrow down baby names," He said while you nodded your head,

"I'm not naming my baby after anything stupid though, we need to think seriously about them." You laughed softly as he nodded his head, writing down ideas in his phone.

YOONGI:

It had been one night between you both, one night that had changed your entire relationship dynamic with Yoongi forever. It was just supposed to be a one night stand between friends, both of you were feeling needy and wanted to deal with your feelings but you never would have imagined this.

"You have to say something," You told Yoongi as you watched him from across the studio. You'd just finished telling him that you were pregnant with his kid and he'd said nothing in response to you. But you knew him well enough to know he was just going over everything inside of his head and trying to make sense of it, 

"You're positive you're pregnant?" He asked, his voice cracking through the sentence as he looked at you.

"The twenty tests all said yes," You announced slowly before the room went back into silence, your whole world was going to depend on Yoongi's response. If he was happy about this, or at least okay with it, you felt as though you were going to make it through it all with him by your side. But if he wasn't happy...You didn't know what you were going to do.

"You need to quit your job," He announced casually before nodding his head to himself and starting to write things down on a pad of paper everything he needed to do.

"Excuse me?" You laughed a little wondering what he was talking about,

"Quit, we'll get you a job here so you can work closer to me and have a better paying job. We'll get apartments near one another so I can see them a lot,"

"Yoongi...Rewind, I can't just quit my job and move out. I have a lease," You reminded him of your shitty apartment and he knew it wasn't the right place to raise a kid, it was practically a death trap for you and he didn't want to imagine his child in a place like that. There was no way he was letting you stay there.

"So I'll get you out of it, why can't you quit?" He looked up from his paper and you thought about it for a minute but nothing was coming to mind.

"Well," There wasn't any real reason why you couldn't quit the job that you had, you absolutely hated it but working for Yoongi? Wasn't that going to get complicated?

"You can take up anything here, you know that." He got up from his desk and began to think of everything he could do to help you.

"Yoongi..." You trailed off, trying to gain his attention. You were happy to do whatever he wanted if it meant he wanted to be included in the kid's life but you wanted him to answer something first.

"I'll talk to Bang PD, we'll sort you something out I promise."

"Yoongi." You laughed a little as you noticed him beginning to pace around the space of his studio.

"Yeah?" His eyes were filled with excitement and you couldn't help but smile.

"Are you okay with it? Does it bother you?" Within seconds he was rushing over to you and sitting beside you on the sofa, his hand falling onto your stomach even if there wasn't a bump yet. 

"I'm over the moon with this," He whispered before pressing a soft and gentle kiss to your temple, excited to start the next chapter of his life with you.

HOSEOK:

As soon as Hoseok found out he was there for every appointment, scan, and shopping trip you had planned that involved anything for the baby.

"I'm sure he'll be here, can we just wait an extra minute?" You asked the nurse as you nervously waited for Hoseok to show up. The two of you were finally figuring out the gender of the baby today and you wanted him to be here more than anything in the world.

"We've already been waiting for ten minutes. I have other people to see," You looked at your phone before sighing, he hadn't texted or called to tell you he was going to be late. 

"Okay...Can you just write the gender down, I don't want to-"

"I'M HERE! I'M HERE!" You heard the door hit the wall and you glanced over to see Hoseok staring at you and panting heavily, 

"I had to leave my car parked like a mile away and-"

"You ran here?" You laughed looking at how badly he was sweating and out of breath ,

"Traffic....bad...needed...to be here," He panted before settling down beside you on the chair, the two of you held hands as you watched the screen. This was something you'd been doing ever since you started coming to the appointments, it wasn't anything more than a platonic hand hold and you both knew that. The one night you'd shared together had been nothing but a way to get some needy feelings out of your system and nothing more.

"Are you sure you want to know the gender?" The nurse asked, your eyes locked with Hoseok and you nodded. The two of you had spoken about this before and as much as you wanted it to be a surprise, you also desperately wanted to know.

"Please," You both said in unison before she began turning the screen around and telling you the gender of your beautiful baby.

NAMJOON:

"Isn't this a bit too much?" You questioned Namjoon as you walked into the nursery in his place. The two of you had just finished moving in together and he was giving you a tour of the place. Ever since you told him you were pregnant with his kid he'd been working on getting the nursery ready. 

"No, I don't think I have enough supplies." He mentioned nodding over at the wardrobe where there were so many boxes of diapers you had no idea if he was expecting one baby or triplets.

"You know, we're just having one right?" You asked as you opened the second wardrobe to see a full wardrobe of baby clothes from an infant to a toddler

"I wanted to have everything we could," He flushed as he looked at you walking over to the rocking chair. The two of you had met one night at a museum and one thing led to another until you were pregnant with his kid and had no idea what to do. Neither of you wanted a relationship with each other but moving in was about convenience and making sure Namjon could have the best relationship with his baby.

"You look relaxed," He said as he sat down in front of the chair, slowly rocking it with his hand as you closed your eyes and held your hand over your bump.

"Beyond relaxed, you didn't have to do all of this for us." Your eyes glanced down at him as he nodded,

"I did. You're my family, I'll do everything I can for my family." He smiled before getting up and going to make you something to eat.

JIMIN:

"Jimin, I think that's enough." You laughed watching as Jimin scanned every possible item within the store. The two of you were out together for the first time since announcing your pregnancy to the world and he was doing every bit of shopping for your baby that he could.

"We still don't have any of those cute little shoes though, we need them." He warned you as you both began to walk down the aisle toward some cute baby shoes your guards following swiftly behind you. Ever since the announcement, Jimin had doubled the men he had following you both so that you were safe in the streets.

"Jimin," You groaned feeling your little one kick you suddenly, you never quite got used to the feeling of it and you held onto the small trolley tightly. 

"Kicking?!" He yelled out, dropping the outfit he was holding and rushing to touch the bump. Every time the baby kicked Jimin was either at work or in the shower, this was the first time he would feel it. 

"Oh my god!" He cried out as he felt the small kick of your baby, 

"How cute! How long have you been married?" An elderly woman asked before you and Jimin exchanged worried glances,

"We're not-" Jimin started explaining,

"Never," You added,

"Not in a million years." Jimin finished making you both laugh at the idea of it. It had been one drunken night between friends, no feelings between you and just sex.

"But the baby..." The elderly woman mentioned,

"Is mine, we just don't want to be in a relationship," Jimin explained as you smiled warmly at him. Neither of you wanted the other to feel obligated to date because you happened to be pregnant with his kid. All you wanted was happiness for your child and if this was how it was going to be achieved then you were more than okay with that.

TAEHYUNG:

From the moment that Taehyung had found out about your pregnancy, he had been doing everything he possibly could for you. The two of you had been friends for years before your one night stand so nothing felt awkward or forced.

"Tae..." You trailed off when you walked into your bathroom to find a bathtub run with candles burning and soft music playing in the background. You were in your final trimester and Taehyung had been a little overprotective with everything.

"I ran you a bubble bath, they said it can help induce labour and then I also read that spicy food can help so I ordered the spiciest food that I could from the local take-out place." He explained in one breath making you stare at him and blink. You don't think he'd been getting as much sleep as he was used to, he was far too busy worrying and running around after you even though you told him that you were perfectly fine. 

"Tae, this is all really sweet. You know you didn't have to do this, right?" You hated that he was doing this for you. It felt as though you were an obligation he NEEDED to take care of and you didn't want to be a burden on him.

"I wanted to. You're the mother of my child and I am going to make sure you have the best life with me," You smiled warmly before pressing your lips against his, bringing him into a deep kiss as he smiled a little. There were so many unspoken things about your night together, you wanted it to happen again more than anything and the kiss was proof enough that so did Taehyung.

"I-I read that sex can help induce labour," You panted breathlessly as you pulled at Taehyung's shirt, a giant smirk grew on his lips as he began to strip you both from your clothes.

"W-Wait...Wait," You groaned out as when you felt a dull pain in your pelvis followed by wetness dripping down your leg,

"My water just broke," You whimpered as Taehyung snapped back into dad mode, running to grab your "to go" bag before coming to help you get dressed.

JUNGKOOK:

Jungkook had been terrified from the moment you told him that you were pregnant. He'd been fine with it when the words fell from your lips but then reality crashed into him as he realised he was going to be a father. Then there was telling his boss and the rest of the boys that he'd managed to get someone he'd had a one night stand with pregnant. There, of course, had been countless tests to make sure you weren't lying courtesy of his manager and a paternity test to discover if it was really his or not. 

"You doing okay?" You asked Jungkook as you carefully sat down beside him on the sofa of his apartment, he'd just finished building the cot that was going to go in the nursery and nodded at you. 

"Tired,"

"You know that's not what I mean..." You trailed off slowly as you looked around the room. This wasn't exactly an ideal situation and you knew that having a baby wasn't exactly what Jungkook had planned for his life.

"I know it's not what you had planned in your life, to have your one night stand moving in with you and taking over your apartment." Jungkook frowned as he heard you speaking this way. 

"It'll be hard but we won't get in your way,"

"In my way of what?"

"Your love life and your job." His frown deepened as he rested his hand on top of yours,

"You're my life now, you and the little bundle growing inside of you right now." You smiled weakly, you'd heard one of his managers claiming all of this was going to be to help lessen the blow to his reputation,

"I know you're doing this to help your reputation Jungkook, it's okay. I understand,"

"No...No you don't, I'm not doing this because of my reputation. Sure, when it was first put across to me for that I agreed but this is so I can be with the mother of my child and help her through every stage of her pregnancy and again when our child is born." Your eyes watered a little maybe it was the extra hormones floating around in your body but you found yourself crying against Jungkook's shoulder pretty quickly.

"I want to do everything with you by my side. You'll never get in my way," He whispered as he rubbed your arm softly.

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