#I'm so rusty so I hope this is okay :'))

[domi091]

Back at it with my Brother Bear au shit...

[upperranktwo]

♡Mitsuri Kanroji♡

Dedicated to @kyojuuros ♡

[fexarii]

Undertale's 8th anniversary arrived!!! Happy bday to the game that kickstarted my art career and made me find so many friends x))

[onebigerror]

@bamsidsuperbitch asked: "i'll always be here for you." (sidney & eddie) // still accepting this meme

"and why would you want to do that?" eddie waggled his eyebrows as he jumped up on the picnic table outside the cafeteria. perching on his knees he looked at sidney. he always had to be releasing some kind of nervous energy, standing on things he shouldn't be, jumping around like a monkey or just some other a.d.h.d. activity. bonus points if it actually annoyed someone. especially a jock or a teacher. he was rarely able to act serious about anything - even a heartfelt sentiment was grounds for joking around. truthfully heartfelt anything just made eddie nervous. he didn't really know how to respond so messing around made it easier to deal with. there didn't seem to be many people - outside of his fellow d&d dorks - that were on the munson bandwagon these days so it was a nice thing to hear. eddie was glad to have a friend like her even if he wasn't going to come out and say it. too much sap and he'd probably have an overload and start spazzing even more than normal.

[inkopolis-connection]

Yeehaw, but pixel! 🤠

[weavewithin]

Small starter for K/DA Evelynn (@agonizedembrace).

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, burrowing beneath the warm golden weight, just as she wished to swallow down the small, nervous pit in her throat. The chatter of body guards and the nearby growl of an extravagant truck reminded her that this was no ordinary client, as much as she wished to stay indifferent. Working with celebrities wasn't totally uncharted territory for her, having briefly worked with Ocean Song, but Evelynn of K/DA had an intimidating reputation that Taliyah wished was only media fabrication.

There was a shift in the guards then, an urgency and servile words spoken. Taliyah turned to look, knowing this change could only herald the fabled superstar. She tried her best to see only a student, rather than a celebrity, as Evelynn approached her.

Taliyah offered her a smile, squaring her shoulders, eager to get over her customary introduction that listed her relevant accomplishments; being a three-time worlds finalist and training Ocean Song for their music video.

" The waves are good today. We can start as soon as you're ready. I'd be interested to hear a bit about your swimming and surfing history, too, if you don't mind sharing. "

[braveryhearted]

"I guess sometimes I DON'T want to kill you and your kimono isn't COMPLETELY terrible like Shinsuke's......." Not being completely awful was definitely difficult.

"Your white hair makes you look like an old-" Pause. Be nice. Or at the very make an attempt.

"Like a....." Think, think. Actually, no, screw this.

"You can just go die actually this isn't worth it." He made an attempt but gave up.

// I COULDNT FIGURE OUT WHO ELSE TO PICK SOO THIS IS HIM TRYING TO COMPLIMENT GIN AND FAILING

UNPROMPTED

( always accepting )

@lostusagis said: Kamui decided to be menace!

He felt a shiver of dread and Gintoki's left eye twitched. Kagura's brother 'complimenting' him was unsettling and down right creepy. He does agree that his kimono is better than Shinsuke's but that's about it.

"Oi, Kagura. Get your brother. Or a time machine. Something. Anything". Gintoki rather deal with a ghost right now. And he hates those. Actually, terrified of them but anything is better than this.

It's not until he gets insulted that his demeanor changes.

"Hey! Who you calling old? At least I won't go bald when I get older, unlike your family!" Low blow coming from him but Gintoki's not going to get made fun of a guy that actively hangs out with Shinsuke. At least he's better than hanging around an edgy guy. "You just go die too, you bastard".

[fateblown]

@gaevaer liked here for a starter from an Arcane muse and got Vi!

Vi doesn't know what to say to Caitlyn at this point. Both of them have been through a lot, she knows. But Caitlyn had left her. Left her alone. That hadn't been something Vi had wanted. Yes, Vi can understand. Can forgive. But what can she say?

Words seem so inadequate to describe everything, anyway. At least Vi's words. She's no poet or anything. But she does think she ought to say something. Something to show that her and Caitlyn will be okay in the end. Even if it takes a long time. Even if it takes forever. The two of them will make it through this. Somehow.

Vi smiles softly and says, finally, : "Thanks, cupcake. You uh..really saved me back there." Caitlyn shouldn't have left. Vi still feels that strongly. But she is glad they had reunited when they did. And that Caitlyn had helped her. It's something Vi can't help but be grateful for.

[lunaetis]

@centuricnis asked :

[ shield ] sender steps between receiver and danger {to lumine! c:}

nonverbal  meme  prompts. || no longer accepting

─「蛍」─  the OUTLANDER had been trying to locate the abyssal portal where the RIFTHOUNDS had come through. the sudden appearance of the enemy without warning caught her off-guard. fingers curled around her blade as she cut through the wolves, one by one it fell, but the new ones continued to show up. it was an endless battle if she couldn't find the SOURCE. there must've been a rift somewhere.

                golden hues darted around her, blocking the incoming attacks just in the nick of time. there were too many of them ! leaping from where she was, the traveler set tried to gain leverage and got to a higher ground, hoping she could find a vantage point to locate the ABYSSAL PORTAL, only to hear a roar just behind her. despite her quick reflex, there was no time for her to react properly. partially gloved digits pulled her sword up, hoping to DEFEND against the tail whip and —

                the ANEMO ENERGY knocking the large rifthound away from her just before the attack landed made her snap her head towards the direction of the attack. golden hues widened at the sight of an ... almost familiar person she could recall seeing at the land of eternity.

                " you — " she had seen him before in INAZUMA, hadn't she ? she remembered his face. " — why are you here ? "

[thedollydiaries]

imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Bdubs' first attempts with the mace

Transcript under the cut

Skizz: Bdubs, now Grian--(clears throat) I'm curious. Let him do this and then I'm-- Grian: I'm in deep pain. Skizz:--I have an idea for something. (to Bdubs) I won't move buddy, 'member, it's a bucket clutch. Don't go for my head, go for a bucket clutch at my feet. Bdubs: Alr--(clears throat) and this is a right click, or a left click? Skizz: It's a left click- Grian, at the same time: Left click. Skizz: Like, attack. Grian: Bonk! Bdubs: Okay, alright. Skizz: Here we go--(wheezing laughter) Grian: Say a good catchphrase! Bdubs: Are ya ready? Skizz (mimicking Bdubs): I hope you're ready. Tango: (cut off laughter) Bdubs: Stop! It's hamma' time! (misses hitting Skizz) Tango: Awww--(everyone laughing) Bdubs: Dang it! Tango: --minus the hammer. Gem: Not the miss, Bdubs... Bdubs, defensively: He--I'm a little rusty! Gem: Ohhh... Bdubs: Stop! It's hamma' time. Tango, at the same time: (through laughter) it's hammer time... (Bdubs misses again, Skizz begins laughing) Gem, groaning: Bdubs... Tango: It's gonna have to be hammer hour at this rate. Skizz, laughing: It's hammer calendar! Grian: Is it hammer time yet? Tango: It's hammer phase of the moon. Bdubs: It's hammer time! (he misses, Skizz begins laughing harder) Bdubs, frustrated: Ooooohhhhh!! Bdubs: Alright, last one! Skizz: No, you got-- Gem: I wanna see him try a bucket clutch now. Bdubs: This is it--I bucket clutch better than you! I'll bucket ca--clutch competition you right now, okay. (everyone laughing quietly) Skizz: You're left clicking, right? Bdubs, at the time time: Stop. It's hamma--please be quiet during the--my moment. Grian: Can you do a different catchphrase this time? You got-- Tango: It might help, yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Bdubs: Uh--Looks like the hammer just found a nail! (he tries again, and dies, his items exploding everywhere) (everyone begins hysterically laughing) Bdubs: Dang it! (the laughter continues) Bdubs: What an embarrassment. (through laughter) What an absolute embarrassment. (more snickering, Tango sounds like he's crying from laughter) Bdubs: Some chainmail pants-- Skizz: That was one of the greatest things I've ever seen-- Tango, through tears and laughter: I can't stop laugh--(he cuts himself off with laughter) Bdubs: Aghhhhh. I'll--I will not be using a mace, as we have demonstrated here, today. (Tango is still laughing hysterically in the background) Skizz: That was so good--that was too good!

[nightingale-prompts]

Saving Batboy

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It was as though he was being led through the city. Dick seemed to know exactly where he should go next as he drove.

Dick turned off his location as he closed in on Joker's location. If anyone had doubts about what would happen tonight they knew now. The clown dies tonight.

Batman never did it because he knew there would be no coming back once he crossed that line but he was not Batman.

Tim knew the moment Nightwing's symbol disappeared that he had found Joker's location. He knew he could track him still based on where he was before but he held off. The last time Dick crossed the line and killed the Joker, Tim was there to stop him. In the time since Tim had grown to regret it. Especially after Jason's return. He should be avenged after everything that happened.

Tim never put much thought into what happened when he was kidnapped just like Danny. Joker Jr was just a nightmare and everyone pretends it didn't happen. His past self doesn't exist to him and the gaps in his memory are better as they are.

If Dick was really going to finish this then Tim wasn't going to stop him. Bruce's code was his code alone. What of the Robins that suffer for it? What about his kids that he loves to the point of self-destruction if they die?

It was clear to Tim now. Batman isn't strong enough to kill Joker. If he can't handle it, someone else would.

Maybe Dick just cared more. Or maybe he had seen this happen too many times to sit by and let it happen again. The cost be damned.

Tim took a deep breath. He knew it was a bad move but he shut down the bat computer. No one could locate each other for the next 10 minutes. Enough time to give Dick the lead he really needs. All the comms are down and no information can be shared.

Tim looked up and saw Alfred putting down a cup of tea for him. Tim felt like a child caught doing something wrong under Alfred. But Alfred nodded wordlessly before turning to leave. He cast a forlorn glance at Jason's robin uniform before ascending the stairs.

****

"I was hoping Batman would come for the little bat. Oh sorry, I mean the boy." Joker mocked holding Danny by the back of the neck.

The teen's body was limp. His silver locks stained a rusty brown from dried blood. Blood covered his back and legs. If there had been any doubt if the wings were real there is none now.

"…" Nightwingwing said nothing. His fist clenched.

"You know I debated skinning him next. That fur of his would be a lovely shawl. It's so soft. But it looks like I won't have the time now." Joker provoked, running a hand through the boy's white neck fur.

"Get your hands off him." Nightwing demanded, his eyes locked on Danny for any signs of life.

"You know I am so curious what he was doing here. I was about to build a new trap here for fun when I stumbled upon this little guy here. Practically gift-wrapped. Did he run away from you? Just like you did from good ol'papa bat." Joker's smile widened sickeningly "This all feels so familiar, doesn't it little bird? Are you going to finish what you started?"

"I'm never letting you hurt my family again." No witty one-liners. No games. This bad joke ends today.

****

Batman had scoured the area. He memorize the last location Dick was before the system went down. He wasn't these kids' father for nothing he knew what they were doing.

When sound came back he had already made it to the abandoned factory. The comms rang back to life as the sounds of crying came through.

"Nononono…please no. Wake up. Please wake up." It was Dick's voice. "It's okay. I'm here now. So just wake up. We need to get home soon. Your favorite show will be on soon. WAKE UP! YOU CAN'T DIE!"

Batman bolted to their location and found Dick hovering over Danny trying to resuscitate him.

His son looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I can't hear his heart. He's not breathing." He let out a shaky breath. As distressed tears ran down his cheeks.

Bruce knelt next to them. Danny didn't react to the pressure on his chest. The pain should have at least caused an involuntary jerk if he wasn't too far gone.

Bruce signaled Dick to move back as he checked Danny's pulse again. Nothing. And he wasn't breathing. Bruce looked at his son. Deep down Dick probably knew.

"I'm sorry. He's gone." Bruce said simply as he took off his cloak.

Danny looked so peaceful. Like he was sleeping soundly. Bruce hated that his own suspension had been the thing that had prevented him from having a relationship with his own grandson. He felt foolish to not realize that of course Danny and Batboy were the same. It was a brilliant disguise. But he'd never get to say this to the boy.

Bruce wrapped the boy in his cloak.

"Come on. We'll fix this." He told Dick, carrying Danny for him.

The journey back to the manor was silent until.

"I'm sorry." Bruce said.

"Don't. Just Don't. He's my son. Its my fault." Dick rasped his voice scratchy from crying.

Bruce felt a bitter sting. That was exactly what he felt when he lost Jason and what happened with Tim. When Damian lost his life. These pains didn't go away.

When they arrived back in the Batcave Bruce laid Danny's body on the table. The others were notified about what happened and had already gathered.

Barbara looked like she had bawled her eyes out as she hugged Stephanie.

Damian had pressed himself close to Tim as the older brother told him that it was going to be okay.

The new hole in the wall was clearly Jason if his bloodied knuckles were any clues.

Cassandra paced the floor deep in thought. She was moments away from starting a new crusade.

Duke stared off into the distance. His anger boiling under the surface. All he could think about was the number of lives ruined by the Joker and even in death he took another.

Dick stood still as a statue. Thinking about if Danny could be brought back and even if he was his wings were gone. What if he was gone for good? Could he live like that?

Never had he understood Bruce more than in that moment.

Bruce braced himself for what would come next. He had a plan to bring Danny back at any cost.

But suddenly a sound broke through the tension.

A sneeze.

A fucking sneeze.

It came up from under the cloak.

Everyone snapped to look at the body hidden under the cloak. It shifted under the heavy black blanket groggily and yawned. Then Danny jumped up twisting to feel his back.

"What happened!!" He yelped.

[loverofpiggies]

Okay, here we go!

Pretend I drew like. 150 pages of build up to this situation. I mostly just wanted to draw exactly what I was inspired to. I'm pretty rusty doing comics at this point, so I hope it still ends up being a fun ride! And I hope I do the characterization right.

Alternate world of, hey, what if they took the whole week and waited for the crown to be made?

Enjoy!

P.S. Spoilers for like, *all* of Adventure Time Beginning (You're here!) | Next

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Something Wonderful: An Adventure Time Fancomic

Table of Contents (and links)

Chapter 1: The Crown (You're here!)

Chapter 2: Your Favorite Season

Chapter 3: From, Simon

Chapter 4: Husband Number Two

Chapter 5: I Can Save You

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[fateblown]

Vi listens attentively to her sister's words. The picture she paints of Vander is different from the man she knew. To her sister, Vander seems almost a villain. Vi doesn't know how to explain that she has it all wrong. That perhaps Vander's way hadn't been right, but neither was Silco's. However, her sister seems convinced that Silco can do no wrong, and to be honest, that surprises Vi. Had her sister really changed that much? She guesses so.

At the mention of Silco creating something that would help free the undercity, Vi's eyes widen in surprise and shock. "What was it?" She can't help but ask. Probably a weapon of some kind. But Vi doesn't like violence unless it's necessary. And though she doesn't like Piltover any more than most people in the undercity, she doesn't want innocent people there to suffer either. Still, she listens to her sister's words, occasionally nodding along. She can understand her sister's feelings. After all, Silco had found her. Had taken care of her in a strange way. But Vi likes to think if her sister had gotten to know Vander, she would have liked him. Would have understood his reasoning for what he did.

"It...is?" She asks when her sister mentions the undercity being much better now. Vi finds it hard to believe that Silco could improve the place, if Vander couldn't. As for his way being the only way, Vi is skeptical. Of course, she doesn't know if she should say that to her sister, who seems rather defensive over her new father figure. As hard as it is for Vi to believe that Silco could be that to anyone, much less her sister.

Her sister's next words surprise her and she raises her eyebrows. "Of course you mean something. You always have," Vi says with a small smile. She wants her sister to know that meaning something is different to how she thinks it is. That it's not dependent on being the most powerful, necessarily. After all, everyone is defined by their actions. And harming people for no reason, in Vi's view, is unnecessary. Violence is sometimes necessary, but not as a first choice. It should always, in Vi's opinion, be a last resort.

Her sister, however, seems to feel differently. Vi doesn't fully understand why, but she wants to. They are sisters, after all. As they hold hands, Vi can't help but smile. She truly had missed her younger sister. And so she's glad to know that she's still alive, still around. Though the changes are somewhat difficult for Vi to swallow, she would be open to trying, she supposes.

As her sister mentions her seeing how her Papa really is, Vi manages to keep the smile on her face. Though it doesn't reach her eyes anymore. When she mentions taking out the people in uniform, Vi shrugs. She wouldn't mind a jailbreak, to be honest. But she'd rather minimize casualties, if possible. All that matters to her is being free, and being with her sister again. "I don't like being in here any more than you do, trust me." Vi says finally. "But it's true that I would rather not hurt people if I can help it." Vi has a moral code, and nothing has managed to fully shake that.

Her sister's next words surprise her. Powder died on that bridge. Can you accept that? Can Vi accept that? She is unsure, but she does want to try. "I can try," She says. "Though I have to call you something. What do you go by now?" Vi wonders what her sister calls herself. Had Silco given her a new name? Or had she chosen one on her own? Either way, Vi will be happy to call her by it.

She does hope, though, that in time she can convince her sister that violence is not the only way. Not all the time, anyway. There are other, better ways of getting what one wants. However, Vi does understand the brutal nature of the world. She's experienced it herself, after all. However, that doesn't mean she wants to be brutal herself. On the contrary, she wants to live, not just survive. She wants to thrive. She wants to live her life to the fullest. She wants to make things better for the undercity, to make the world a less brutal and more welcoming place. And she wants to do it all with her sister by her side. Hopefully, that is still a possibility. Vi truly hopes so, anyway. Silco might have raised her sister. She might have no memories remaining of their parents, Vi knows what she had is fading as well. But they are sisters. That has to mean something, right? That connection can't be broken. It just can't be. Right?

Over the years under Silco's care, there were a great deal of things that in Jinx had learned. Many of which served useful in combat and how she carried herself. However, there was one lesson that always followed her, one that always ensured she was never surprised or caught off guard. That was the lessons in which he had taught her how to read people. Whether it be their body language, the tone in which they spoke, or in the most miniscule facial expressions played a vital role and in knowing what was truly being said. It was the difference between telling if someone could be trusted, or if they were simply spouting bullshit.

It was these skills that she used here, as she observed every single movement Vi made, every movement of her eyebrow, even. In regards to Mylo, there was no hint of a lie to be told. In that moment Jinx truly believed her sister would have come looking for her, and that made her heart flutter. However, things were different now. And where the fault lied was when her sister dared to question Silco's motive with a small simple question. How?

"Vander betrayed Silco. Silco created something magnificent, something that would free the Undercity and help us stand a chance against Piltover. But Vander wanted peace, didn't like the way Papa was willing to achieve it and so he tried to kill him." Jinx smiled fondly as she recalled the day she had told him, and how it had connected them so much more deeply than she ever had with anyone else. "Papa moved on, let him have his chance at peace. He always had eyes on him, all while preparing for when it would all come crumbling down. When it did, he sought out to help him realize that his ways, our way, was the only way. Is the only way and home is much better place now. If only Vander were alive to see it now."

Turnabout was fair play, as she didn't bother to hide her disgust of the man whom had nearly killed her father. She hated him, for everything he had taken from him, for everything had taken from her. From how weak she made the lanes. "Oh but it was about more than just survival, sis. I'm this way because I want to be, because I am my papa's daughter and I mean something." It was clear to her now that she and Vi were different, miles away in fact. Such was the side effects of being raised on opposite sides. Though she couldn't hide the shock that Stillwater hadn't changed that.

Yet Jinx still had her hope that there would be something to connect them as she held onto her sisters hand, as she listened to her pitch about being able to live again. A smile when she had said she missed her all of these years. "We are sisters, and I want nothing more than to bust out of this place with you. I can give you the chance to see how Papa really is." Jinx returned the smile. "What do you say, you and I could start right now. We could easily take out half of these chumps in uniform." She leaned in to whisper those words into Vi's right ear before pulling back again. "But you aren't like me, are you? You've changed too. I can see it already, you would rather rot in here than hurt all of these people."

There was disappoint there already, Jinx could see it but maybe they could reach a compromise. "I want to be with you, but I can't be the same girl I used to be. Powder died on that bridge. Can you accept that?"

[feveredblurs]

❛ don’t make me fight you. i am really really good. ❜ grishaverse emily to aisling

@apaise

during her many years serving the second army, aisling has made countless weapons for ravka. she’s learned not to question their purpose – or their success, knowing full well the magnitude of her abilities. a request for a cage didn’t strike her as odd, even coming from the darkling herself. she tells aisling it’s meant to keep a terrifying beast trapped – and so the durast slaves her nights away, building and fortifying, telling herself all of this bloodshed is for the sake of her country.

after finishing the cage, she vows never to look at it again, no differently from her other creations for the crown. she keeps her distance from the room containing it – until an order comes for her to bring food to the prisoner. only heartrenders are allowed inside. it always struck aisling as odd. after all, their summoning did not work on animals – and the tray she carries has a plate and a glass, not a bowl as aisling expected.

nothing could have prepared her to find a girl inside her cage.

she does not speak to aisling, and the durast realizes she can’t find her own voice either. she’s out as quickly as she came in, slipping the tray inside with shaking hands.

the second time she enters that room, it’s of her own volition. unable to forget the image of someone so small trapped in her fortified prison, aisling spends the following hours lying awake – knowing she cannot break the girl out and risk the darkling’s fury ( surely it’s all for a grand plan meant to help grisha ), the least she can do is help her feel a little more humane. she asks genya for a change of clothes and sells the guards a white lie on how this is a request from the darkling as well; they would never dare question their commander.

while aisling is surprised the girl is finally speaking, the aggressive tone in her voice is every bit expected. her eyes widen at the blunt accusation, head shaking immediately. “ oh, of course not. i wouldn’t dare fight you – that sounds like a very poor match up. ” her mouth runs a little too long, too honest as usual, before aisling realizes her words could be taken the wrong way. “ for myself, i mean. i’m not a fighter. ” she taps the gray embroidery on her kefta, wondering if the other will understand its meaning.

“ i, um – i brought you some fresh clothes. ” aisling opens the latch meant for food and slips the shirt and trousers inside. “ i’m sorry, i don’t know your size. but my friend has quite an eye for this type of thing. ”

[saturnznct]

he holds the baby for the first time | enhypen x reader

➸ note; hehe my first fic back!! very much in my engene era again so expect more enha fics! hope I'm not too rusty

➸ word count: 2159 words

➸ sangyoon, sam, ella, eunhye, yeeun & serin; newborn

➸ warning(s): bloody imagery(?), breastfeeding, premature birth, c-section, mentions of breathing tube

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heeseung

So much could happen in the span of a year.

Heeseung couldn’t believe that in just one year, you had gotten married, found out you were pregnant on the same day, been through a whole pregnancy, and now your son was finally here.

‘He is the cutest baby there has ever been,’ Heeseung declares once he’s all cleaned up and laying on your chest.

‘You say that now, wait until we get home and he keeps us up all night long.’

‘Doesn’t make him any less gorgeous,’ Heeseung grins, ‘just like his mummy/mommy.’

‘I don’t know if that’s the best word to describe mummy/mommy right now.’

‘No, I think it’s the perfect word. You have never been more beautiful to me than you are right now.’

‘You’re cute,’ you roll your eyes, ‘I hope he looks like you.’

Heeseung turns his head to kiss the side of yours, and in that moment you yawn.

‘Oh, I think mummy/mommy needs a nap Yoonie.’

‘Hmm, I agree… Will you be okay on your own?’

‘Don’t worry about us,’ Heeseung gives you a reassuring smile, ‘you need to focus on getting rest. We’ll be just fine.’

Heeseung ever so gently lifts Sangyoon from your chest, cradling him in his arms.

‘Wake me, if he needs me,’ you mumble sleepily, turning onto your side and closing your eyes.

Heeseung settles on the couch beside the window, laying across it.

He briefly scrolls through his phone, reading notifications and answering a couple of text messages but finds he cannot tear his eyes away from Sangyoon for too long.

After a few minutes, you’re clearly asleep, face relaxed and body rising up and down rhythmically. 

Heeseung whispers to his baby boy. 

‘You’re perfect, aren’t you? I didn’t expect for you to happen so soon but.. I’m so grateful you came along when you did.’ 

Heeseung knows that you can’t really tell a baby’s features for a while, but he swears Sangyoon has his nose. His chest fills with pride.

‘I love you so so much Sangyoon-ie.’

jay

Jay had not stopped crying since the moment his son was born.

The moment the tears would begin to subside, he caught a glimpse of his baby boy laying in your arms and his eyes would become glossy again. If you’d told Jay nine months ago that this is where he would be now, he wouldn’t have believed it. But starting his family with you felt so right, like the most natural thing in the world.

‘He looks exactly like you,’ you mumble tiredly, gently rubbing Sam’s head with your thumb.

‘You think so?’

‘Oh yeah. Daddy’s twin.’

Jay’s heart leaps at the title. He studies Sam’s face for a few moments.

‘You know what, I think you’re right,’ he says, ‘Your genes stood no chance against mine.’

‘M’not complaining.’

‘Good genes all around.’

By now, Sam was a couple of hours old, and you had been doing skin-to-skin with him for some time. Coupled with the exhaustion of the birth, your eyes are growing heavy.

‘God, you must be exhausted,’ Jay notices your worn out demeanour.

‘It’s been a long day,’ you chuckle.

‘C-can I take him from you?’

‘You don’t have to ask, you’re his daddy.’

You sit up a bit, allowing Jay to take Sam from you more easily.

‘Hi baby boy,’ Sam fusses a little bit, ‘it’s okay, I’m your daddy.’

Sam’s fussing quickly turns into weak wails, and Jay’s expression drops.

‘No, no, don’t cry, please- Y/N, I think he wants to be with you-‘

‘Jay. You’re fine, just keep going. He’ll calm down.’

He looks totally out of his depth, but perseveres, continuing to shush and comfort the baby.

‘You’re okay, you’re safe, it’s just me, your mummy/mommy is still here, see?’

Sam eventually settles, cries reduced to gurgles.

Sensing his small victory, Jay is beaming, more than you’ve ever seen before. Again he can’t help but think about how natural but so foreign it feels to have his own baby in his arms.

Jay awkwardly rocks Sam, ‘I can’t believe you’re really ours, my son…’

jake

Through his career, Jake has been able to travel the world and experience so many unique things, but nothing will ever come close to watching you give birth to Ella.

You had planned for a home birth, feeling as though your home would be a comforting setting and make the process easier. You’d pictured maybe giving birth on your bed or maybe even the couch or a beanbag (not considering the mess) so it was a bit of a surprise that you wound up in your large bathtub. But, you had insisted, at the time.

Jake had sat in with you, and with the help of the midwife, had delivered Ella himself. He’d held her for just a moment, holding her under her arms as he transferred her to you, but even just that one touch had him longing for another. Jake knew how important it was for Ella to get to know yours first, so he pushed his feelings aside.

The both of you were so mesmerised by her big shiny brown eyes and little sounds that you hardly noticed the fallout from the birth pooling below you. 

‘We should really give you a hose down, Y/N,’ your midwife gestures to your separate shower, ‘are your pyjamas still laid out in the bedroom? You can get into bed afterwards.’

She leaves to grab your change of clothes while you and Jake make the awkward first handover.

Jake wanders into her nursery while you step into the shower with the midwife’s help. Ella’s hands peek out from the blanket, grasping at the air. 

‘Oh wow, hi baby,’ he whispers, holding out his finger and fitting it under Ella’s curled little hand.

Ella gurgles and spit pools between her lips, which Jake gently wiped away with the blanket. 

’You’re so tiny, almost feel like you’re gonna break.’

Jake slowly rubs her hand with his thumb.

‘Let’s put some clothes on you.’

Jake lays her down on the changing table, choosing a floral print onesie and putting it on her, just like how he learned in your antenatal classes.

He gently lifts Ella up again, taking her into your bedroom to wait for you. 

He tentatively lifts her tiny head to his lips, pressing a kiss to her forehead.‘You’re my beautiful girl, aren’t you? Gonna do my absolute best by you. I promise I’ll look after you, always.’

sunghoon

This was absolutely the greatest day of Sunghoon’s life.

His beautiful baby girl had come into the world safely, and she was everything he’d hoped for and more.

He couldn’t look at her for more than a few moments without tearing up or going on a tangent about how much he loves her and you.

He secretly (but not so secretly) had hoped for at least one daughter, and when you found out Eunhye was in fact a girl, he was ecstatic.

The moment she was born and he saw her for the first time, it was as though his heart had doubled in size, as if it had to grow bigger to make room for just how much love he had for his daughter.

Eunhye was barely two hours old when she fed for the first time. The midwife helped you with the actual feeding, getting Eunhye to latch on properly, while Sunghoon supported you more with encouraging words and helping you drink water while your hands were occupied.

Otherwise, Sunghoon felt a little unhelpful, standing at a distance and just watching. 

It was blatantly so difficult for you. The feeding hurt, your entire body ached and you felt pain all over, and he was essentially powerless.

‘She’s eating well,’ the midwife commented, ‘she’s got a good appetite.’

‘Wonder where she gets that..’

‘It’ll get easier, Y/N. You’ll both get used to it and it will hurt less and less.’

Eventually, Eunhye tries to pull away, signalling she’s done. The midwife turns to Sunghoon.

‘Dad? You want to burp the little one?’

‘Hoon?’

Sunghoon is taken aback, suddenly uneasy.

‘Is it okay?’ He asks you.

‘Hoon, you should take her. Let her get to know her daddy.’

‘Okay, Sunghoon, if you just lift her from under her arms- that’s it- rest her on your shoulder, one hand here, the other on her back.’

Eunhye feels tiny in his arms. The midwife instructs him on how to properly burp her.

‘This won’t hurt her, will it?’ 

’No,’ the midwife chuckles, ‘you’d know if it was.’

Sunghoon’s head is craned around to look at her face, unable to look away.

’You’re doing really well, Sunghoon,’ the midwife praises, and a few minutes later, Eunhye burps, then whines.

‘You’re okay, you’re okay,’ Sunghoon pouts, ‘you’re just amazing, aren’t you?’

sunoo

‘She’s an angel,’ Sunoo is just radiating pure happiness and pride. He practically has hearts in his eyes looking at your newborn daughter, who was cooing in your arms.

’She’s perfect,’ you agree.

Your baby girl’s eyes are only half open, but she’s clearly studying the two of you. 

‘Hi, baby,’ Sunoo says softly, ‘we love you so much.’

‘We really do,’ you smile.

Sunoo leans across to kiss her head, and when he pulls away he rests his hand on her head.

’Her head is so small, fits in my hand.’

‘Didn’t feel very small when it was coming out of me,’ you remark pointedly, and he winces a little.

‘Of course, I didn’t think of that. You did incredibly.’

You could see how eager Sunoo was to be close to her, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. 

‘Do you want to hold her?’ 

Sunoo’s eyes gloss over.

‘Is that even a question?’

‘So no then?’ 

’Shut up, give her here.’

She doesn’t fuss in the slightest when being passed to Sunoo. 

‘Oh hello my pretty angel,’ Sunoo handles her expertly, like he was made to be a dad.

He lifts her up to kiss her forehead, and lingers there for a moment. 

’She smells so good,’ Sunoo chuckles, ‘like a proper baby.’

‘She is a proper baby,’ you point out.

‘You know what I mean. I almost don’t believe she’s real. Don’t believe we really made her. She’s so pretty, it’s almost like I’m holding a doll.’

Sunoo rocks her while shifting his weight between his feet, eyes never leaving her face, warm smile never leaving his.

‘Yeeun,’ Sunoo says suddenly.

‘Huh?’

‘She looks like a Yeeun.’

You mull it over for a few moments.

‘I like it,’ you nod, ‘Yeeun it is.’

Sunoo somehow brightens even more, so proud that he’d named his daughter.

‘You’re my beautiful girl, Yeeun-ah,’ he repeatedly kisses her head, ‘I promise I’ll love and protect you always.’

jungwon

You were thirty-four weeks when your waters broke, and Serin was rushed into the world. 

She was tiny, barely five pounds. 

Jungwon held your hand throughout the whole surgery, and was reluctant to leave your side when Serin was taken away and you were being stitched up.

Serin was quickly referred to special care, and you were taken along with her. 

‘How does she look?’ you ask Jungwon, while your baby girl is getting hooked up to the equipment.

‘She’s beautiful,’ Jungwon holds your hand again, squeezing it gently, ‘so beautiful. She’ll be okay.’

For hours, you feel hopeless. You feel so empty, and you ache to hold and be with your daughter. 

Jungwon convinces you to get some sleep, which after the long day you’ve had, it finds you easier than you thought.

You wake up to Jungwon shaking you gently.

‘Baby, look who it is.’

He helps you sit up while Serin is wheeled into the room in a crib. 

She has patches on her body, to monitor her heart rate and breathing, and a breathing tube in her nose. 

‘She’s very healthy Mama,’ the midwife says, ‘just needs some help with those lungs.’

‘Can- can we hold her?’ you ask weakly.

‘You can,’ the midwife smiles.

You sob when she’s finally placed on your chest and you get to do skin to skin. 

‘Look at her,’ you cry, and when you look at Jungwon, he’s wiping away tears.

He opens his mouth to speak, but chokes out a sob of his own.

An hour flies by and the midwife returns, both to check on you and the baby. You feed Serin for the first time.

‘Daddy, would you like a hold?’ The midwife asks, and Jungwon’s heart skips a beat.

‘Can I?’ he asks you, and you nod.

The midwife helps, keeping the wires out of the way. 

The moment Serin is placed in his arms, Jungwon’s entire world changes.

‘Hey Serin,’ Jungwon says softly, ‘hi sweetheart. You’re our strong girl, aren’t you?’

Tears roll down your cheeks, hormones and stress of the day catching up to you.

‘Our fighter girl,’ he muses, ‘you are so so loved.’