#I did draw it yesterday (unless you count it being after midnight)

[lady-merian]

Inktober day 1: Backpack

Wasn’t satisfied so I

did another. I was stuck on wanting to draw Sam’s canonically very large and heavy pack but I kept messing up something or other so I

Ended up doodling Erandir without even a reference. …maybe I’ll be going back to pencil sketching a rough guide first.

I’m also not going to be following the official prompt list for all of it. I hope to do some special sketch asks for the days where the prompt hasn’t sparked any inspiration because I do not feel like being too strict with it this year.

[nbrook29]

So a few weeks ago, @foxsake5 sent me one of those dialogue prompts, and at the time I wasn’t taking them anymore but since she’s the sweetest I just couldn’t say no 😌💖

I’m sorry for the wait, I hope this isn’t awful :)

Therefore, ladies and gentlemen:

159. [text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

***

The hopes he had late last night of waking up with all his symptoms miraculously gone vanish seconds after he wakes up and gets aware of his surroundings. 

His head still feels like it’s full of cotton, eyes sting and itch at the same time, and his nose being all stuffy is the proverbial cherry on top of his misery. Before he can fully grasp this truly pathetic situation he’s in, he feels the beginnings of a sneezing fit brewing in his nostrils and sure enough, a moment later all hell breaks loose.

When he finally finishes, his chest aches with the effort and he drops his head back onto the pillow, whining at the unfairness of it all. 

Every year, it’s the same story. Spring comes, trees and flowers release tiny grains to fertilize other plants and Robbe is doomed. He’s so fucking doomed. April barely arrives and he turns into a sneezing, itching, coughing, swollen mess. It’s not pretty. Far from it actually. 

He curses himself for being stupid and believing he was cured after last year’s very mild case. Thinking about it now, it was probably due to being forced to stay in the house for the entire month more than anything. All his hopes of battling this fucking thing forever are now officially gone. His disappointment is immeasurable, his day is ruined.

And, Sander’s not here.

Why is he not here.

Why isn’t he lovingly stroking his brow to ease his sinuses pressure like he did last night.

He’s gonna have to have a serious conversation with his boyfriend because this is just unacceptable behavior.

Tugging the duvet tighter around himself to prevent the chilliness of the room from touching on his toasty warm body, he reaches for his phone. When Sander’s beautiful face welcomes him from his screen background, he yearns for his comforting presence even more. Yes, he’s being a tad dramatic, but sick Robbe has always been a drama queen, needing care and attention. Mama Ijzermans always laughs at him, saying he turns into a five year old when down with a runny nose. There may be a bit of truth to that statement, Robbe is a man enough to admit that. He just really hates having to blow his nose every ten seconds and all that, okay? Sue him.

Just as he’s about to start typing, his eye catches something flickering in the sunlight on Sander’s pillow. Frowning, he shifts closer to inspect it and discovers sprinkles of glitter covering the bottom half, and it’s honestly barely detectable, but for Robbe’s skilled eye it’s no hardship. 

Weird. Unless he somehow missed the fact that Sander turns into a sparkly unicorn every night at midnight in the last year and a half, there’s no reasonable explanation for glitter being in his bed.

He decides to leave it be for the time being and goes back to the job at hand.

R: Where are u and why aren’t u here 

S: Hello to you too, love of my life, light of my day 

R: ☹️

S: I had to run home cause I forgot I promised my mum I'll be there when the couch delivery comes

R: That's a very elaborate excuse for you abandonning me

I won’t hold it against you if you decided to leave me after being faced with my gross snotty self :(

S: You’re not gross

R: I don’t believe you

S: Okay you’re a tiny bit gross rn but I'm not afraid of your snot 💪🏻

I'll be back in 40 minutes x

R: I'll try to survive til then 🥺

I miss you 🥺

I need your cuddles 🥺

I miss your fingers in my hair, my head hurts less then 🤧

S: You're so sweet when you're all sniffly 😂

R: That's cause I need you to get your butt here faster

S: I'll try my best

R: Okay :(

Hey sander?

S: Yeah?

R: My bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall

S: 😶

R: Why is there glitter in my bed

S: Idk

R: I hate glitter

S: Maybe it's the allergies making you see things

R: 😠 what did u do why is there glitter in my bed????

S: Gotta go the delivery guy is here love youuu 

R: SANDER!!!

***

When he wakes up next time his head is still stuffed, but the feeling of warmth coming off Sander’s body and his hand playing with his hair makes it that much bearable. Scooching closer, he wraps his arm around his waist and buries his face into his black t-shirt, hoping the graphical form of Freddie Mercury in the front of it won’t mind much if he messes it with his runny nose by accident.

“I bought croissants on my way over, and there’s hot lemon tea waiting for you in the kitchen. Do you feel like getting up?” Sander asks in a gentle tone, hand stilling where it felt so good on Robbe’s scalp.

And no, he doesn’t really feel like it. So he decides to use the power of his eyes on Sander and rests his chin on his chest, giving him a pleading look that he knows his boyfriend is far from being immune to. 

“Bring it here?”

Sander regards him for a second like he’s searching for a strength inside him to say no to him, but very quickly he gives up, head shaking at himself as his fingers resume the ministrations in Robbe’s hair.

He lets out a deep sigh. “I’m such a pushover, aren’t I?” And Robbe knows he won because there’s a smile tugging at Sander’s lips and a moment later, he disentangles himself from Robbe’s grabby arms, heading to the kitchen for their breakfast.

They eat in bed, sitting side by side, shoulders brushing as they keep reaching for the goodies on the tray balanced on Sander’s thighs. Robbe has his feet tucked under his calves, his extra clinginess during sick time coming out in all force, but Sander doesn’t comment on it, just smiles and kisses his temple, looking like he doesn’t mind to be his personal teddy bear for the time being. He lets Robbe lie half on top of him when they watch silly youtube videos and draws mindless patterns on his back as his arm is probably asleep from being stuck in the same position. His fingers make goosebumps rise all over Robbe’s body and he must be thinking the shiver is the result of cold because he then meticulously tucks the comforter around him, making sure Robbe is burrito-like and safe from cold.

It’s the first time Robbe has been somewhat under the weather since they got together and he melts at every caress and gentle touch that Sander provides without even thinking about it and just in general being this five star on booking.com thoughtful boyfriend.

So yeah, Sander is passing this when-in-sickness exam with flying colors, Robbe thinks, as he leaves a few kisses on what looks like Freddie Mercury’s hair, reveling in Sander’s content sigh.

It’s an all around peaceful afternoon, except when the peace is occasionally broken with sneezing, blowing (only nose, damn it) and groaning in displeasure. Sander is taking it all like a champ, teasing him only a little and handing tissue after tissue, his face twisting at the grossness of Robbe’s state only a few times. Mostly, he just squeezes him tighter, scratches his back in that way he likes, kisses the pout out of his face despite the gross factor and makes him a fresh tea. 

He even cooks him a soup when Robbe naps out of things he finds in Robbe’s mom fridge, leaving Robbe himself gaping at him in astonishment, more so when the soup actually turns out good, because he had no idea Sander could cook something more than croques. 

The confession earns him a light jab in the ribs, light because Sander is still considerate of his state, but jab indeed because he will not stand for Robbe disbelief in his cooking skills, hell no. Robbe then keeps moaning in pleasure at the taste of every single spoon of the tomato soup to show his gratitude (and because it’s really good) and Sander rolls his eyes at him, but there’s a pleased smile on his face that lets Robbe know his ruffled feathers have been smoothed.

When they get back to just simply lounging around in bed with Robbe breathing (wheezing) loudly as he plays with Sander’s fingers, he remembers something.

Propping his head with his hand, he narrows his eyes at Sander. “So what about that glitter?”

The guilty look that immediately blooms on Sander’s face leaves him with no doubt that it was his fault. He thumps his chest in frustration.

“I’m sorry! I just, I was kinda bored after you fell asleep so fast last night, and, um, I bought some new paints yesterday,” he explains, wincing at Robbe’s growing frown. He scratches his head before he continues as if to delay the fallout. “And I wanted to try them out a bit and some of them might have contained, um, glitter in them?” he ends in a squeaky voice, waiting for Robbe to blow up, because he’s well aware of his burning hate for glitter. 

It’s like herpes. Once it’s on you, it never goes away.

“I can change the sheets later?” Sander adds wide-eyed, buttering him up as he leans in to kiss him once, twice, three times, until the scoff on Robbe’s lips melts completely. 

He could get mad, but Sander has been so sweet today and he’s looking so apologetic now, like he’s actually afraid Robbe may throw him out the door for this unfortunate incident of bringing that abomination into his house. The idea is so ridiculous it makes him giggle, and at first, Sander’s confused, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when Robbe doesn’t stop, he scoffs at him and pouts.

“Ugh, you made me believe you’re gonna yell at me and put a ban on sex for a month or something, jerk.” 

He folds his arms all petulant as Robbe keeps rolling in bed, laughing, but then the sneezing fit abruptly stops Robbe’s fun and he sits up straight, letting out one sneeze after another, losing count after the eighth one. He thinks he got to twenty in the end, his new record, and when it’s finally over he feels so miserable and achy he doesn’t feel like laughing anymore. His eyes are so watery it feels like they’re gonna spill out any second now, nose rubbed so red it’s painful to even breathe and cheeks burning hot from the congestion.

Sander keeps handing him tissues, holding the waste bin in his other hand, and Robbe must look really awful because all signs of sulking are gone from his now sympathetic face as he gathers him into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into his hair as Robbe hides his face in the crook of his neck to keep his frustration tears at bay.

Sander is graceful enough to not say anything when a few escape anyway.

“Maybe you should see a doctor, huh?” he suggests after a while, hand stroking Robbe’s arm. “Maybe he will give you something?”

Robbe shakes his head, his voice raspy when he replies. “It’s no use, the doctor is gonna give me stuff that’s gonna make me drowsy. I just need to get over those first few days, it always gets better afterwards.”

He gets a lingering peck to his forehead. “Okay.” 

“Thanks for being so amazing.” Robbe looks at him with sincerity from under his droopy lids, thumb sweeping under his eye in caressing motion. Sander just smiles, shaking his head a little as if Robbe’s gratitude is silly.

“You’re always there for me when the situation is reversed, right?”

And they both know he’s not talking about allergies, of course he’s not. No more words are necessary as Robbe considers him for a few seconds, love shining in his bloodshot eyes before he shifts closer to place a kiss on his chin and then snuggles to him as close as humanly possible, his heart full when Sander does the same.

Robbe’s eyes sting too much for them to keep watching anything on their phones, but they’re also too lazy to get up and actually do something and they’re not yet hungry enough to think about preparing dinner. So to kill time, Sander quizzes him about Bowie and his lyrics, the year and a half of them being a couple pretty much skyrocketing Robbe’s knowledge about this man, so he knows the answers to 3/4 of the questions, Sander's eyes gleaming with pride as he pretends to wipe the imaginary tear making Robbe giggle and forget about his state for a while.

Eventually, Sander’s calming and sweet like honey voice lulls him to sleep, and the last thing he registers as he’s losing the fight to keep his eyes open is Sander chuckling as he promises him quietly to paint him in all of the intense colors of those glittery paints he owns soon and there’s nothing he can do to stop him.

[lilith-lovett]

Extra Scene from Chapter Twenty - Home is Where the Hart is - Found Families

Here is the extra scene I was talking about in the last chapter. It is our first Roman POV. I’m sorry it took so long but I promise their will be more Roman chapters in the future. So, here is a Roman x Elliott scene. I was thinking what their ship name would be. Ellan? Romlett? If you have any idea please let me know. Thank you, I hope you enjoy this extra scene.

Masterlist

Summary: Roman’s birthday comes to an end

Word Count: 871

Warnings: Past child abuse, vomit mention. This is pretty cute one for once. (If their is anything I have missed please let me know)

“Did you enjoy your birthday?” Elliott asked, at the cusp of midnight, mere moments until his birthday would officially end. They lay side by side, in Roman’s bed, his duvet cover pulled up over their shoulders. Sleepovers were a near weekly occurrence in Roman and Elliott’s friendship, ever since they were young and it was completely compulsory on birthdays.

“It was the best birthday I have ever had,” Roman answered turning onto his side to face Elliott, feeling his face heat up due to their closeness.

“You say that every year,” Elliott said with a giggle.

“And every year it is true,” Roman responded. And it was. He knew his dad strove to make his birthdays better and better, year after year and every year he succeeded.

“I’m sure,” Elliott said before yawing and resting his head against the pillows which decorated the head of Roman’s bed. It was approaching the time, one of them - usually Elliott - would fall asleep. They had tried and failed on numerous occasions to stay up all night, through various means such as; eating an insane amount of sugary snacks throughout the night which only resulted in them both puking their guts up before passing out which gave Mr Sanders quite the fright the following morning and blasting show tunes as loud as his speakers would allow until Virgil stole his speaker and refused to give it back unless Roman promised to never play his music again passed 11 pm. “So Logan seems cool,”.

“He is a complete nerd to be honest but he is alright,” Roman responded. He hadn’t truly adjusted to having Logan around the house but it certainly wasn’t as bad as when Patton adopted Virgil and Dee. Logan seemed different. Roman knew Logan had gone through a lot - just like Virgil and Dee - especially recently and while they hadn’t had the best introduction, Roman didn’t dislike him as much as he though he would. Now knowing what that evil, villain of a woman did to him. But in the couple of weeks Logan had been officially apart of their family he had been quiet - though Roman had expected that -, he was clueless about almost everything; Disney, musicals, shows and Roman had so much to teach him. He recalled their conversation yesterday. Roman had been surprised Patton chose Logan to attempt to distract him while he prepared the party but Roman had to admit Logan tried and he found he actually enjoyed talking to him. Telling him all about his favourite musicals and the shows he had been to and he actually listened unlike Virgil who had told him on numerous occasions how he couldn’t care less yet Logan seemed interested in what he had to say. “Yeah, he is alright,”.

“You are nerd too,” Elliott said sleepily, chuckling at Roman’s mock look of shock.

“If I am a nerd then what are you?” Roman quipped, poking Elliott in the check producing a fit of giggles from him.

“Oh, I’m definitely a nerd,” Elliott proclaimed with a sense of pride. Roman always had a problem with being referred to as a ‘nerd’ but Elliott seemed to embrace it. He always had. Never shying away for his traditionally nerdy hobbies and interests instead fully accepting them as apart of his personality, never allowing anyone to criticise him for it. Elliott had unwavering confidence and it was one of the many reasons Roman admired him so much.

As Elliott drifted in and out of conciousness, Roman simply watched as his expression relaxed and his droopy fringe fell into his eyes. Once Roman assured Elliott had fallen asleep he tentatively reached out a trembling hand, pushing aside his fringe, tucking it behind his ear before quickly retracting it, drawing them both into his chest. His heartbeat rapidly pounding underneath his fingertips with the simple contact. He quickly averted his gaze from Elliott’s sleeping expression as his face grew hot. Virgil often teased Roman for having ‘more than friendly’ feelings for Elliott and he always denied it. Of course he did because it was true. Elliott was his best friend and a boy. Roman couldn’t have a crush on him. Right?

Elliott was incredible. He always had been. Ever since they met in first grade, shortly after Roman was adopted by Patton, and immediately proclaimed their friendship. They would do everything together. Perform together. Do class projects together. They shared a majority of the same interest also, so were rarely ever apart and Roman wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Goodnight Ellie,” Roman whispered, careful not to disturb Elliott as he softly snored - which he strongly refused he did - and inched closer to Elliott’s sleeping form before allowing himself to slip into unconsciousness with a small smile on his face.

Thankful to have his best friend by his side.  

Taglist: @i-do-not-dislike-fudge @poems-art-darkness-n-more @skylark-cain @amber1594 @darkrainbow333 @falseh0od @lovingcreatorstrawberry @gr3ml1n-loser @callboxkat @tacochippy @love-angel-03 @comicsimpson @harrypotternerdprincess @cobythinks @whatschooldoesntteachyou @fandomkitty8 @coloursintheblur @read-write-inspire-repeat @clinicalawesomeness @janus-sanders-deserves-better @scared-ghosthunter @silverstarlinedart @winterrose42 @dumbgayemo @imthatgrace2 @glitchybina @quietwords-loudthoughts @altruistic-skittles @thecrimsonstoryteller

If you would like to be added to the taglist or have a question for me about the series please do not hesitate to ask.

[szopenhauer]

Are you the type of person who gets straight to the point?: I try my best to explain things but ppl still don’t understand the obvious

What was the last thing you said in complete caps?: not sure what was last

Do you enjoy playing board games?: some

Did you wear anything new today?: pineapple shirt my mom bought for me recently

Do you ever eavesdrop on people’s conversations?: hard not to when they’re so loud

Are you good at playing Hide and Go Seek?: I was because I’m tiny XD

Who or what made you smile last?: my thoughts 

What was the last song you had on repeat?: Daisy by Ashnikko :x

Do you often have that song on repeat?: no that was one time only lol  I hardly ever have a son on repeat, that happened like 5 times in my entire life, usually after breakup

Silly string or confetti?: fun but too messy and waste of money so none

How long is your favorite song?: about 3.50

What was the highlight of your day today?: it’s complicated

Do you tap your foot when you listen to music?: I tap but mostly due to anxiety ^^”

Would you rather use tape or glue?: tape 

Homemade or store bought cards?: store bought 

Do you listen to any hip hop?: nah

How about some lyrics?: I'm tired of weakness Tired of my feet of clay I'm tired of days to come I'm tired of yesterday And all the worn out things that I ever said Now it's much too late The words stay in my head (...) I'm tired of Facebook Tired of my failing health I'm tired of everyone And that includes myself Well being alone now It doesn't bother me But not knowing if you are That's been hell you see 

Have you ever had a fascination with stickers? slightly

Have you ever seen A Walk To Remember? yeah Did you ever watch Captain Planet? I did Do you think that Uggs are ugly? I love them Have you ever watched That ‘70’s show? meh Do you get along with your sibling’s friends? we don’t know each other Do you have a fashion icon? sorta, not really Do you think that iCarly is annoying? possibly

Have you ever had a really bad haircut? sadly

What are your favorite type of calendars? pocket?  Could you spend hours on pinterest? just a couple of minutes  Have you ever had to wear a school uniform? I liked that Who were your best friends in high school? K.K. E.E. E.W. Ż.B.

Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? bottom Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? I got a note in elementary, it’s a mystery to this day, I thought that it’s a response from M.N. after I left him one myself but it seemed to be a prank done by girls who’ve been bullying me so I threw that piece of paper angrily at him like it was his fault - I still kinda remember what was written on it, they called me a flower and left a tiny drawing - later, forgot how, I found that note again and I believe I might still have it stored somewhere  What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? as a kid I had 1 sleepover (same school in which the note situation happened) my friend P.W. had puppies and I was allowed to stay for the night in her house Do you currently live in the city you grew up in? mhm What’s one way in which you’re behind the times? ex. getting a job  What’s one way in which you’re still a child? ex. collecting stuffed animals, lots What’s one way in which you’re old? ex. health issues Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? both at different times What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? money? Do you usually forgive when someone hurts your or try to get revenge? neither, I hold grudge and don’t trust the person again, at least for a long time  Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? in primary most of them were, in middle school: polish, biology, chemistry and math and in high: russian, english, PE and physics (but I probably shouldn’t count it as we had it for a few months) Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? - What time of day were you born? half past midnight, my mother asked me why I’m so lazy as for someone who was born on Saturday and I responded with - I was sleeping in and was late for Friday What is the best hairstyle you’ve ever had? can’t choose Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? I’m used to my color but I wouldn’t mind dyed hair Do you ever listen to Celtic music? me and John had a phase on that back in the day, I wish I remind the titles... Have you ever wanted to be a model, actress, singer, or dancer? actress When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? pfft Has your hair color changed since you were a toddler? got darker, less red  Do you wear matching socks? always but recently I thought about changing that fact Do you have a seashell collection? Do you have a rock collection? small Flamingos or pineapples? both Cacti or seashells? same but it’s harder to take care of cacti than shells haha Maple tree or palm tree? palm, ppl say maple looks like weed - I don’t think this way but that’s annoying, still I’d prefer maple trees irl!  Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? wind chimes but not every kind Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? <3

Are you a pyromaniac? Bu is :P Are you a kleptomaniac? wtf Do you like to wear belts? it’s uncomfy and not good for my belly Would you ever get dreadlocks? I could but I won’t Do you listen to Eminem? no way

Does your sibling have a significant other? my sister is married 

When and why is the last time you cried (or at least, shed tears)? yesterday?

Have you ever cried at a real wedding? not that I been to many but no

What do your flipflops look like? don’t own any

Are there any gadgets of yours that need charging right now? my cellphone is charging

Which awards show would you wanna go to the most (e.g Oscars, Grammys etc.)? I wanna go to MET gala, nothing else

Any idea what time you’ll be going to bed tonight? late

Does your significant other like the same colour as you do? she hates my fav colors besides black 

Have you ever purchased anything online? obvi

Name all your friends whose name starts with the 4th letter of your first name. ...

Have you ever ridden an elephant? I’d like to (and camel and an ostrich and a horse)

Are you the candle lighting type? am not

Coffee in the morning, yay or nay? nay

Anal sex, yay or nay? hell no

Blue lipstick, yay or nay? okay, whatever

Is this question lame: “Have you had sex?” yep

Have you ever dated someone with really crooked teeth? mine are crooked

Would you rather vacation on the beach, or in the mountains? beach What embarrassing music do you listen to? too embarassed to write down? What’s your biggest talent? talented? me? r u kidding?

If you were a candy bar, what would you be? Milky Way? Would you rather ride in a hot air balloon or hang-glide? air balloon What’s one word you want people to use to describe you? truth is most important, everything else is less 

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? tons of books

Are you more of a visual learner or an auditory learner? I learn best with my hands (kinesthetic) but visual is probably easier than auditory to me 

Do you have any dietary restrictions? ugh...

Do you prefer Google Maps, Apple Maps, Waze, or something else? I get lost no matter what

How old does someone have to be for you to see them as an adult? about my age or older

Do you ever ‘manspread’ when you sit down? sorry but I don’t sit like a lady - I sit like a lesbian unless there’s no space for that

When was the last time you were in a crowded place, and where was it? bus this day

Have you ever turned down a job offer? had to

What was the last medical appointment you scheduled? scheduled plenty at once

Have you ever had a dream in which you died? I die often, it’s a common element in my dreams, I’m fine with it by now

Have you ever fallen asleep on public transport?  oh well... majority of those times I was able to but once it was an accident and I missed my stop while going to school

Can you touch your toes without bending your knees? almost Have you seen all the Hunger Games films? yasss Why did you last go see a doctor? control visit about my IBS, GERD, food intolerances... Are you more logical or creative? depends

What do you currently hear? parents talking, music - iamamiwhoami; shadowshow 

Did you get enough sleep last night? I slept a little over 3 hours and I feel tired  Are the streetlights on? it’s not dark yet When you wear a hoodie, do you pull the sleeves over your hands? when it’s warm for that or they bother me in what I’m doing Are you in any advanced classes at school? w moim profilu miałam rozszerzone historię i WOK (wiedza o kulturze) Did you have a good day today? it wasn’t the worst (compared) and hope it won’t turn into complete shit 

[lil-blue-one]

Gajevy Week 2017 - Grief

This one hurts. It’s kind of supposed to, but it hurt even to write. Character death warning, don’t read this if you’re not prepared to be sad. 

As always, Fairy Tail characters and the world they live in belong to Hiro Mashima, not me. 

Look at that. Holy crap I’ve only got one to go and I’ll have posted them all on time. I only had to stay up past midnight three nights in a row to do it. 

“Daddy! Catch me!” Shutora squealed as she leapt from a tree to her father’s waiting arms. Gajeel laughed as he caught her, spinning in a circle before setting her on the ground. The little girl giggled, running right back to climb the tree she’d just jumped out of. Her twin was sitting higher than she, but he wasn’t jumping. Instead, he’d wedged himself in a split in the branches, fully entrenched in a book. “Oii, Pipsqueak, that book any good?” His son didn’t even flinch, simply turned the page and kept reading. Gajeel watched him for a moment before shifting his crimson eyes to find his wife. She was stretched out on a blanket under another tree, the gentle breeze ruffling her hair as she sang quietly to their baby. The child was only a month old, but the day had been too perfect for the whole family to miss the chance to spend it at the park.

Gajeel Redfox opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. It was completely dark, there was no reason he should be awake. He listened intently, trying to figure out what had roused him from his sleep. The twins had long since outgrown waking up in the middle of the night, unless something was terribly wrong. And they were never quiet when something was wrong, so the silence was telling him it wasn’t them. He had just about decided it was just nothing when he heard a sound again. “Gaj…”

Gajeel shot up out of his bed, whirling to see where his wife was. She wasn’t in the bed next to him, like he’d thought. How had he not noticed the lack of her warmth beside him? “Lev? Darlin’ where are ya?” His enhanced vision didn’t struggle with the darkness at all, but she wasn’t anywhere that he could see, and his heart was pounding too hard for him to pinpoint the where her gasps were coming from. “Lev?” Rounding their bed he froze, slitted pupils locked on the tiny woman sat on the floor, leaning against their huge bed. Her hands were fisted in her shirt, blood soaking her pants and the floor. “Gajeel… I think… I’m losing…”

Ice shot through Gajeel’s veins, his mind drawing a complete blank as to what was going on for a solid minute as he stared down at his wife. Something’s wrong… the baby? A choked sob escaped Levy’s mouth and shook the Dragon Slayer out of his stupor, dropping to his knees next to her. “Lev’, honey I’m gonna get help.” He lurched to his feet again as she nodded, racing down the hallway to his best friend’s room. Gajeel threw the door open, barely catching it before it slammed into the wall. “Lily! Wake up!” The exceed sat up rubbing his eyes and looking at Gajeel. “Levy’s losing the baby, I need you!” Immediately, Pantherlily was completely awake, leaping out of his bed with his wings unfurled.

“Go back to her, I’ll bring help!” Lily threw the comment over his shoulder as he launched himself through a window and took off at his top speed for Fairy Hills. Wendy would be the closest, and Carla could get her back to Levy while Lily himself went for the lady Porlyusica. He flew with every ounce of strength he had, not even slowing as he crashed through the door of the women’s dorm. He did hesitate a moment, closing his eyes as he opened the door to Wendy’s room. She was a young woman now, after all, there was no telling what state she would be in. “Wendy! I’m sorry for the hour, but Levy is in need of you immediately.”

Being the healer that she was, Wendy was ready in just a moment, simply tying up her hair as Carla readied herself. Lily turned to leave, meeting Erza and Cana in the hall and giving them a brief explanation. Erza immediately got serious, requipping into street clothes and running out the door, Cana on her heels. “I’ll get Juvia!” Cana yelled over her shoulder as Lily took off flying through the air again. Within moments, he was swooping in to land in the clearing in front of the healer’s home. “What is it? Who’s done something stupid now?” The old lady snapped. Lily honestly wasn’t surprised that she was standing on her porch as if she was waiting for him. “My lady, the baby.” Her eyes softened and she stepped forward quickly. “You’ll have to carry me. There isn’t time.”

By the time Lily flew up to the house every light was on, except for the twins’ room. Levy’s silence trap must have been activated. The Script Mage had set up a semi-permanent rune trap around their room, one simply had to pick up the light pen she kept on a shelf outside their room and draw a few lines. Then no sound would enter to disturb them until morning. Lily followed the old healer through the house and upstairs, stumbling as he entered Gajeel and Levy’s bedroom. Gajeel had gotten Levy onto the bed, and someone had covered her stomach and legs with a blanket. The room was crowded, all of the women in various states.

Wendy had her hands extended over Levy’s stomach, the pregnant woman seemingly asleep. “How’s the patient?” Wendy turned slowly, her shoulders drooping. “I’ve managed to calm her enough that she’s sleeping again, but…” Carla reached up to pat her Dragon Slayer’s leg as tears started pouring down the girl’s face. “Child, by the time the mother knows, there is almost never anything you can do…” Porlyusica murmured softly, moving Wendy to the side to perform her own exam. Lily cast his eyes around trying to find Gajeel, but the man was nowhere to be seen.

“Gajeel-kun.” Juvia barely said the word, knowing the Dragon Slayer would hear her standing just behind him. He turned slightly, his face an impassive mask as he looked at his oldest friend. She slipped her hand into his and tugged gently, leading him from the room. They walked until they were out in the small yard Levy had begged Gajeel to wall in when they moved into the house. Still no emotion crossed his face, but when Juvia turned to study him, she could tell something was wrong. Of course something was wrong. His baby was…

Juvia decided that there was nothing she could say that could possibly make this okay, so she simply wrapped her arms around him, laying her head against his chest. “Gajeel-kun, Juvia is so sorry.” Gajeel stood stiffly, arms at his sides for so long that Juvia thought maybe she’d made the wrong choice. She started to release her hold on him, but he suddenly had his arms around her. There wasn’t a sound coming from him, but his body started convulsing with silent sobs.

Not able to hold his weight and her own, the Rain Woman slowly sat them down, reaching a hand to stroke his hair as his grip around her tightened. “What do I do? Why is this happening? What do I do?” Gajeel gasped the pleading words out, Juvia feeling them more than hearing them. She didn't know how long they sat there, her heart breaking and a gentle rain falling on the house as she struggled to find a way to support her best friend.

“Gajeel must not blame himself for this. This is a terrible tragedy that is not the fault of anyone. Gajeel must make himself to understand this.” She still stroked his hair, rocking a little as his sobbing slowed, locking onto her words like they were a lifeline. “Gajeel can only support Levy and make her understand this as well. This is not her fault.” He pulled back from her with a hiss, looking straight into her eyes. “Of COURSE this ain't the Shrimp’s fault! How could you even-” he stopped growling as Juvia shook her head slowly.

“Juvia would never suggest Levy-chan was at fault. What did Juvia say? No one is to blame for this. But, in Levy-chan’s position, Juvia would be convinced it was her own fault that she lost her baby.” Gajeel considered her words, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Aye. Yer right, Juv. I'm sorry, I know ya wouldn't suggest… fuck. I gotta get in there.” He lurched to his feet, offering her a hand up as he struggled to make his face impassive again as they went back inside.

“Lily… it's been a week. I can't get her to leave, can't barely get her to eat. The twins… they keep asking what's wrong with mommy. The fuck am I supposed to do?” Gajeel was sat at his kitchen table, his head cradled in his hands. Pantherlily was standing behind him, scrambling some eggs for Gajeel to take to Levy. Normally the Dragon Slayer would do that, but he'd been prone to spacing out while cooking lately. Lily never had the heart to ask what he was thinking about, but he could probably have guessed.

“Does she say anything?” He happened to glance over his shoulder at his friend, so he saw the man shake his head. “I don't even think she’s readin’, Lil’. She jus’ lays there starin’ at the ceiling or sleeps. Or she cries, when she thinks I can't hear her.” Slamming his fists into the table, Gajeel stood up and began pacing around the kitchen. “I'm useless. Can't punch my way out of this. What am I supposed to do?!”

He stopped his agitated movements as he passed the kitchen’s open window. The twins were out in the yard, Blondie sat on the ground with her hands over her eyes counting out loud while they hid. A slight smile crept across his face for a moment before he found himself remembering the dream he'd been having that night. Gajeel jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Lily holding out a plate of food.

“All of her favorites. Something will look appetizing, I hope.” The Dragon Slayer nodded, taking the plate with one hand, patting his cat on the shoulder with the other. “Thanks Lily.” Gajeel looked out the window again. “Did ya know they started arguin’ yesterday about the baby? Shu of course wants a sister ‘cause boys are dumb. And Yaje wants to have a little brother so he can teach him t’burp. Which set Mini-Shrimp off ‘cause of course she can burp louder than Yaje. And so on.”

Pantherlily chuckled, shaking his head as Gajeel turned to leave the kitchen. He made his way carefully through their living room, dodging toys and scattered books that his children had left in the wake of their playing this morning. This morning? Don't kid yourself, Redfox. You ain't cleaned in four days. Even Lily stopped trying to keep up with those hooligans.

Opening the door to his bedroom silently he slipped into his room. Levy was staring at their ceiling, completely blank. She didn't even seem to notice him standing there, just like she hadn't noticed Erza sitting in the chair in the corner. The requip stood quietly, offering the man a small smile before leaving. The day after the worst day of Gajeel’s life, Levy had been sobbing into his chest. He'd asked her what he could do to help and her reply had almost broken him. “Just let me die…Let me join her.”

“Never! That’s NEVER goin’ t’happen, Shrimp.” He’d just held her, stroking her hair and rocking her until she’d cried herself to sleep. Then he’d slipped out and called the women of their guild, setting up a schedule with them to make sure Levy was never alone. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t actually harm herself… he thought. But he also didn’t want to take that chance.

The Dragon Slayer set the plate carefully on the nightstand next to his wife, leaning down to kiss her cheek gently. “Hey, Lev. Lily made ya all of yer favorites. Will ya please eat something?” She turned glassy eyes to look at him, blinking a few times as she tried to focus. She shifted a little, and Gajeel wrapped an arm around her, helping her to sit up in the bed and propping several pillows behind her. “There’s m’girl. Eat what ya can, alright?” He walked over to the chair the Titania had vacated and sat in it wearily. Seeing the love of his life like this was awful, but he couldn’t let her see how much he was hurting. He didn’t want to add to her own pain.

“Momma!” Gajeel’s eyes flew open as Shutora squealed, barely seeing the flashes of blue as his children launched themselves at the bed his wife was laying on. “Momma we missed you! Is you okay, Momma? When is our baby coming, Momma? Why don’t you want to see us anymore, Momma? Momma, did we do something wrong?” The twins’ voices overlapped each other so that their words seemed to be one continuous sentence. At the last question, Gajeel stopped his movement to get them off of their mother, dropping instead to his knees at the side of the bed. He’d failed all of them completely. How had they possibly gotten the thought this was their fault? They didn’t even know anything!

Gajeel pulled himself onto the bed next to the children as he realized Levy had finally snapped out of herself. Maybe it had been their questions, or maybe just their presence in general, but she’d focused on the children immediately, throwing her arms around them and cuddling the twins to her tiny body. “Oh, my loves, no! You’ve done nothing! Momma was just… sick. Oh, my babies, I’m so sorry I yelled at you before.” Shutora had snuck into the room a few days before with Yaje in her shadow, slipping in between shifts of people sitting with Levy.

Levy had been in one of her bad spots, the pain medication Porlyusica had left for her having worn off. Yaje had asked his mother excitedly about the baby, wondering if his brother was going to be here soon, which of course made Shutora start asking if her sister was going to like books like Yaje or if she would be cooler than that. The two had bickered for a moment before Levy lost it and screamed at them to get out, the pain that they would never know the answer to the twins’ questions too great for her to cope. Her husband had burst into the room and scooped the kids out, taking them to the kitchen and distracting the two with ice cream.

“Momma, we’re sorry we made you ang-” Shutora started, but she stopped when Levy shook her head. “Sweetie, you have nothing to be sorry for. Momma is sorry. She shouldn’t have screamed at you when you were just trying to ask a question.” Gajeel settled next to his family, pulling Shutora onto his lap. “Guys, Momma has been sick. And Daddy shoulda told ya before. This ain’t easy, but yer m’tough little Shrimps, and ya deserve t’know.” Levy wrapped her arms around Yaje, burying her face in his mess of hair as Gajeel did his best to explain why their mother had been hiding from them for week. Lily slipped in at one point, joining his family in their grief as they all pulled strength from each other.

Fan fiction - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12365324/6/Gajevy-Week-2017

[kaleidoscopeheartache]

SEVEN DEADLY SINS

Sin 1: Lust

1. Who was the last person you checked out? Did they check you out too?

Does bumble count? I’m scrolling through this guy name Brad’s profile right now because we matched. Lol.

2. Who was the last person you desired, but they didn’t feel the same?

Like literally? The last person I wanted was my Brad, like 20 seconds ago.

3. Ever cheated on a significant other? If so, have you learned from it?

Yep. It fucking blows. Don’t do it.

4. Do you watch porn?

Sometimes. I tune out pretty quickly though. Or I skip to the parts where it’s not like violent or weird.

5. Do you masturbate?

Yep.

6. Best physical features on your preferred sex?

Backs. Good facial hair. Eyes. Collarbones.

7. Who are some celebrities that you think are totally hot?

Chris Evans. Michael B. Jordan. Liam Hemsworth. Idk plenty. I don’t think about them that much because they’re so out of reach lol.

8. Did you ever lust after a best friend’s significant other? How did it turn out?

Not a BEST friend’s, but a friend’s. I ended up dating someone else. They broke up eventually but I stopped paying attention.

9. When was the last time you had sex?

A little over a week ago? Before this stint though it had been literally years.

10. Ever pursued someone, even though they were taken?

No. I just liked them from afar.

Sin 2: Gluttony

1. When did you last eat at a restaurant? What restaurant was it?

Like sitting down? Chili’s, a few days ago with Shannon.

2. When did you last have fast food? Where did you get it?

Chick-fil-a. In my car today. Classic nugs and a sweet tea. I ate too fast.

3. What was the biggest meal you had all day?

See #2.

4. Do you have too many clothes? How often do you go shopping?

Jesus Christ yes. I use shopping as an emotional crutch for other holes in my life. I need to purge so much shit.

5. What’s something you have a LOT of?

Clothes. Shoes. Nail polish. Pens and markers. Books. Regrets 😂

6. Do you eat a lot?

I eat in like weird intervals. I won’t eat all day and then forget that I’m hungry and then I’ll overeat junk at night. It’s bad.

7. What was the last thing you splurged (spent a lot of money) on?

I was about to buy running shoes but they didn’t have the ones I wanted in my size. I probably would’ve gotten a different pair if Anna didn’t convince me not to.

8. What do you spend most of your money on (besides bills and anything necessary like that)?

Clothes I guess. Maybe restaurants?

9. Last time you ate candy? What was it?

I guess whenever I had some of the chocolate from my stocking.

10. Last thing you ate too much of?

Muddy buddies this morning probably. No reason for that.

Sin 3: Greed

1. Do you share things? How often?

Share what like things? Or thoughts? Idk I’m fairly generous with people I like.

2. Someone asks you for a piece of your cookie. You break it in half, but the pieces aren’t equal. Who gets the bigger piece?

I let them pick.

3. When you see change on the ground, do you pick it up?

Depends on where it is.

4. How often do you lend money to people?

I don’t get asked often. Venmo makes things pretty convenient these days.

5. Do you loooove money?

I told my mother I was a slave to capitalism this morning so I’d venture yes.

6. If someone offers to pay for you, do you decline or readily accept?

If it’s a date and he seems to have his shit together, then I’m fine. I don’t like getting paid for all the time though. Not a date, I’ll question and probably fight it.

7. Which of your friends is the wealthiest?

Anny. Easily. Bitch gets to fly on this fancy airline to Australia all the time.

8. Would you take a high-paying job that you didn’t really like just for the money and benefits?

Depends on how high paying. If like double my current salary, then yeah. At least for a little so I can pay down some of my debt 😂

9. Ever stole from anyone? What about stole from a store? What happened?

Sometimes I “forget” to scan things at the Target self checkout. Nothing’s ever happened.

10. Do you ever have enough money?

Like in comparison to so much of America, yes absolutely. I do have student debt and regular debt, and I’m living paycheck to paycheck. But I live well. So.

Sin 4: Sloth

1. Last thing you procrastinated on?

Velocity QA.

2. When you’re at a strip mall and the next store you want to go to is at the other side, do you drive over there instead of take a short walk?

I usually just walk.

3. What’s a typical day off of school and/or work like for you?

Sleep in, probably work out at some point if I’m purposely taking off, watch YouTube, probably play Dead by Daylight. Maybe walk Teddy. Hopefully nothing else.

4. What’s one talent you have that you don’t really work on, even though you have the ability to be good at it?

Uhhh I mean I’m a good singer but I don’t do anything with it anymore.

5. How many hours of television do you watch a day?

Like actual tv very little. I put on YT most of the time these days when I get home until I go to bed.

6. What about the amount of time you spend on the internet a day?

I’m almost always on my phone just poking around the web. All day.

7. How many hours of sleep do you get a day? Do you sleep in late?

I don’t typically sleep in that much, though some of these weekends I’ve really taken advantage. I’m usually in bed around midnight and get up around 7:30ish if I’m not working out in the morning.

8. Do you drive to places that are less than three blocks away?

Nah my neighborhood is quite walkable.

9. When was the last time you exercised?

Today. Bout to get up in 7 hours to run 7 miles lolol.

10. Ever copied and pasted your homework from a website on the internet?

Probably though I definitely tried to make it look at least a little more like mine.

Sin 5: Wrath

1. If you could kill one person and get away with it, would you do it?

Like how would I have to kill them though? Like if I could somehow poison Donald Trump from afar I totally would.

2. Is there anyone you honestly and truly can say that you hate?

Yeah dude have you seen some of the assholes in DC lately?

3. Is there anyone you want revenge on, whether you want to get them back big-time or just play a little prank on them for hurting your feelings?

Yep. I would love for my old friends to feel ashamed and embarrassed about being total dicks to me. They deserve a comeuppance.

4. Are you fighting with any friends right now? Why?

Fighting? No.

5. Last time you were really angry? What happened?

James and I stopped talking yesterday but that’s only partially because I was angry. Partially it was him being a coward so 🤷🏽‍♀️

6. When you’re angry, what do you do to calm yourself down?

I text people for feedback. I vent. I sometimes raise my voice.

7. “Hate is just the fear of loving someone.” true or false?

Psh. Love and hate are both passionate emotions but I don’t think they’re that similar. Love involves respect.

8. What’s the best revenge you ever got on someone?

I haven’t actually gotten revenge, unless you count I Told You Sos, in which case I’ve had plenty. I have good instincts.

9. Was there any hard feelings after your last break-up? On whose end was it on?

Actual last relationship was Austin. He technically broke up with me, but then we had a non-commital thing for months afterwards because we were a good match in bed. There were hard feelings because he was a selfish asshole in the end.

10. Ever been cheated on? How did that make you feel?

Not that I know of? Though late-stage Austin definitely felt like it when he was hooking up with other people and we were still sometimes together. Shitty feeling. It’s really just bad optics, the person is trying to have their cake and eat it too. Just come clean that you don’t want them anymore.

Sin 6: Envy

1. Is there anyone you’re jealous of? Name a person and tell us why.

I am an extremely envious person. Currently I’m most jealous of Toni, because she’s engaged to my Brad. I am neither engaged nor with him.

2. List three physical features some other people have that you’re envious of (no need to get specific and name people; you can just say something like “brown eyes” or “having perfect eyebrows”).

A symmetrical smile. A flat stomach. Thinner legs.

3. List three personality features that other people have that you’re envious of.

Care-free. Charismatic. Subtle.

4. Are you a jealous significant other?

Yes.

5. Could you date someone who was really jealous?

Some jealousy is healthy but it’s obvious when it’s too much.

6. What celebrity’s looks do you envy the most?

Eh? Idk maybe Janelle Monaé? She’s like a robot she’s so pretty.

7. Do you think anyone is envious of you? In your opinion, what characteristics (physical and mental) do you possess that you think someone might be envious of?

Probably. Everyone thinks the grass is greener. I have really long eyelashes. I am very passionate and confident in my abilities.

8. What are a few things you wish you were good at?

Being upfront about what I need from people. Drawing. Letting things go.

9. Did you ever date someone, break up, and then see them dating someone very attractive a few days later? Were you jealous of that person?

Yep. It’s called high school.

10. When looking at a love interest’s exes, do you often find yourself jealous of their good-looking exes?

Sure. If they dated someone totally hot and now they’re with me I get confused. I’m quirky and cute, not hot. What are you tryna pull homie

Sin 7: Pride

1. What’s something you brag about a lot (be honest–we all brag sometimes)?

I work a lot. I have a very cute dog.

2. What physical features do you take the most pride in?

Eyelashes!

3. Are you satisfied with what you have?

Mmmmmostly.

4. Be honest… when someone is telling you something, do you often change the subject so it’s about you and your accomplishments instead?

Lol no I’m not a fucking narcissist.

5. Do you like talking about your achievements?

Eh not really. I like when people acknowledge them but I don’t like bringing them up myself.

6. Do your parents tend to brag about how well you came out?

Idk. They’re not really the bragging type. I’m doing pretty well.

7. Do you strive to be better than others? Do you think competing with others is healthy?

Yes. I’m very competitive. I think it’s a good thing, it pushes you to be a better you. Mostly. Just don’t go overboard.

8. What do you do better than most people?

Project manage. Sing.

9. Do you believe in taking pride in things you can’t control (ex. being proud of your heritage, being proud of your skin color, being proud of your natural artistic ability)?

Yeah for sure. There’s so much culture to celebrate it’d be a waste not to lift it up.

10. Who are you competing with right now (it could be anything–classmates for a grade, co-workers for a position, other girl for a guy, etc.)?

I am apparently competing with this chick Kiffen for a chance at dating James. Though I don’t think she knows that. I don’t even remember if that’s her name that’s just what’s in my head.