#I'm going to take a nap but i was talking about this w my mom and now I'm just ruminating

[liquidstar]

When I was 7 I had mild surgery and was under "twilight anesthesia" which means I was awake but sedated enough that I don't remember anything at all. But it's weird, because my mom says that the whole time I was begging the doctors to stop and was crying that hurts, but otherwise I couldn't move. Again I don't remember this at all, and I'm going to assume this is normal because the doctors continued on. Otherwise I'm sure the would have been like "oh fuck the kid's still awake give it more drugs." But I also remember these dreams I had about the doctors, not of the actual surgery but, like, fever dreams that felt the same as waking up from a nap. None were of surgery, they were more abstract I guess. So it just makes me wonder how much of that my brain has processed subconsciously while in that state. Because I remember the dreams.

Like, I'm fine and don't really have lasting medical trauma really (dental stuff is an obsession, but this wasn't a dental procedure so it's unrelated). Still though like I really can't help but wonder if in the deep recesses of my mind I remember surgery being done on me and crying for it to stop. It would have probably been the worst physical pain I ever experienced, and I don't remember it, but I was at least semi aware in the moment. How much of that moment is still in my mind? Not that I want to remember it, but I wanna know if there's like writing on this or if people had similar experiences and such. It's something I Ponder

[thecapricunt1616]

Vervain - c.b. one-shot

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “I want you to fuck another baby in me.” You said and kissed him deeply, grinding against him and running your hands over his chest and abdomen, tugging at the tie of his sweatpants. He moaned in surprise and grabbed your bum, squeezing and spanking you lightly before pulling away after a few more moments of you essentially eating eachother alive to breathe. 

♡ O/S Inspo: Vervain - Use in Protection, purification, youth, peace, healing, sleep and baths. For all-purpose protection of homes and people (especially children).

♡ Summary: You & Carmy had your first baby 8 weeks ago... seeing him being so attentive and such a good father is for some reason inducing a baby fever - again.

♡ W/C: 4.6K+

♡ Posted Date: 05/09/2024

♡ A/N: OOOO hey yallllll! Capri is back - She was written by the writing bug this morning!!! I have other requests i'm still working on but for now - I am swallowing my stage fright, I hope this suffices for what you were wanting future Mrs.Berzatto eek!!! Thank you so much for requesting from me! You can see the request this one-shot is based on right ♡ here ♡ if you aren't following @carmenberzattosgf already I'm quite unsure how you found ME before you found HER go give her a freaking follow!!!I am seriously such a fangirl for her work and was over the moon when she requested me!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Pregnancy stuff, breeding kinks, talking about parenting stuff, Dad!Carmy, unedited (we die like men), NO USE OF Y/N!, AFAB/Feminine reader w/ long hair implied

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

It had been exactly 8 weeks today from when you’d given birth to your baby girl, Athena. Of course, you weren’t thinking about this yet - because you were peacefully sleeping away in bed, at 8:45 am. Each day you woke though, you were surprised your life wasn’t a dream. 

Being married to your ultimate dream man, with the most beautiful little baby and not a rush in the world. Carmy had known when you got pregnant he’d be taking some time off after you gave birth to care for you, especially since you’d been trying for a baby so he was more prepared to have everything set up. He made your life almost impossibly easy. 

Impossibly meaning it was nearly…isolating how simple your problems were compared to other moms. Since Carmy was like - the fucking golden standard of dad. You weren’t sure where he learned all this shit- especially since his father was never around and you knew for a fact didn’t treat his mother like this. You honestly felt bad complaining about anything to other moms - because in comparison when you did they were needing to do way more then you, and alone - because their husbands simply didn't care, or weren't interested in learning.

He had completely taken over the nighttime feedings, every 2 hours an alarm buzzing him awake on his watch. He would go ease little Athena awake, come back to the bedroom, gently wake you, set a boppy in your lap, help you undo your maternity bra and get her latched, and rub your back through the cramping that breastfeeding brought, whispering sweet encouragements and kissing your temple. 

After she was done eating, he would help you get situated again, bottle up the letdown milk and put it in the mini fridge he’d gotten for your bedroom for this specific purpose before bringing your daughter back to her nursery and burping her, before changing her and putting her back down - just do do it all again an hour and 15 minutes later. 

He took over the cleaning completely - your house was spotless nearly at all times, and of course you were very well fed. He would combat the exhaustion fatherhood brought by passing out next to you in bed after he brought you breakfast on a cute little tray and Athena had her morning feeding before being put down for a nap, baby monitor on his chest so he could jump up the second she fussed. 

“G’morning mama” was what woke you this morning, that and gentle kisses on your forehead. You heard quiet little coos and immediately your eyes were open on instinct, to see little Athena nuzzled up in Carmys arm like a little football and a tray of amazing smelling breakfast in your face. 

“I want my baby” you open your arms and he gently placed her on your chest to which she grunts happily and squirms her little legs, doing everything she can to lift up her head to see you. 

“She’s such a good girl mama she helped me make breakfast f’you this mornin’ she’s the best little sous ever” he cooed, looking at her beaming with happiness as he rubs her little back. 

This was what got you. You weren’t sure if it was the hormones, if it was the fact your husband looked like a fucking Greek god incarnate, or if it was just - you don’t know…human fucking nature?! Literally? But the insane level of need that you had for him - you wanted another one. 

Athena wasn’t even rolling on her side yet and you were already craving being pregnant. Well- Carmy did love your body while you were pregnant. You loved your body while pregnant, you felt sexier and more feminine and pretty and overall like a goddess. Mostly thanks to Carmy and his constant praises, and the way you two were fucking like rabbits during your pregnancy and you missed that. 

“What’s f’breakfast daddy?” You pucker your lips to which he obliges and gives you a sweet peck 

“So this mornin, Miss Athena she decided on an omelette so we have a French omelette with dill-“ he explained and you inturrupt with a giggle 

“Did you? You came up with that all on your own Athena? Such a smart girl!” You joked, kissing the top of her soft head to which she just huffed a breath to your skin and made little baby grunting noises as she wiggled her legs 

“She did! Then we also have a light cucumber salad f’you with fresh herbs ‘f’course, sourdough toast, and a banana smoothie. All made with love” he kissed the top of your head. 

Each morning after her first feeding, he would take Athena into the kitchen with him, baby wear her because he is just that perfect, and explain every little detail to her softly while he would cook breakfast, giving her head gentle kisses along the way and rubbing her back soothingly. He did the same while cooking lunch, and dinner. The first time you saw this you burst into tears at the sweetness and the beauty of creating your own family.

“Wow sweetheart thank you! This looks sooo yummy” you kissed the now drowsy baby’s nose and she smiled softly, causing you to smile and Carmy to gasp happily. 

“Look at that little smile ‘eh? Such a pretty girl” he rubbed her back gently and you carefully picked her up and put her on his chest so you could eat, to which he happily laid back, palm flat over her little back patting her soothingly. 

“Can’t wait to try this bear looks so yummy” you pull the tray in your lap and cut off a bite, trying it and nodding “course a ten.” You look at him and he huffs a laugh as to not wake the baby who was clearly ready for another nap

“Y’always say ten” he said softly and pressed his lips to Athena’s head gently, breathing in her baby smell. “Do you know what day it is?” He mumbles and looks over at you. 

“I’ve been waiting for this day for….eight weeks” you smirk and he shook his head amusedly with a smile. 

“Babe- you’ve been” he covers her tiny ears “you’ve been sucking me dry I didn’t even have a break. This is gettin’ exhausting” he joked and you laugh quietly as to not disturb the baby. 

“Not my fault you’re like- don’t get me started I need to eat and shower and shave and - today is a big day.” You said and sipped your smoothie, humming happily “this is really good seriously bear” you told him and he rubbed your hand gently before pressing it to his lips 

“Alright well that means I better get a move on then and there’s laundry t’do so I better go put ‘er down, you eat. Watch y’show ’er whatever and you can do your shower mm?” He asked and you nodded happily. 

Of course he’d oblige your every wish. He had always been this way, but became even more lenient after you’d gotten pregnant. You made sure many times through tearful guilt that he wasn’t making himself resent you, and he assured you that everything he does he wants to do and only does because of the fact that he wants to, he also assured you he could never resent you or even dislike you, or anything less then be fully in love with you. 

You had a luxurious shower, slathered on your favorite lotion and were even able to blow out your hair, putting on your favorite pair of lacy panties. You were upset you had to settle for a nursing bra, but knew Carmy wasn’t going to mind. You put on one of your comfortable slips, even put in some earrings after doing your skincare. By the time you were done Carmy was just getting Athena up from her nap and changing her diaper before bringing her in 

“Say hi mama” he takes her little hand waving it at you “did you have a nice shower?” He pecked your lips sweetly and helped you get settled with her on the bed so she could eat. 

“Very nice - thank you for taking care of everything sweetheart” you sit back, sighing softly and resting your head back “I love you” you look over at him with a sweet smile. 

“I love you beautiful, how y’feelin any cramps?” He asked and held your hand, lacing your fingers together sweetly and kissing your fingers. 

“No- well…not as bad anymore If anything when she’s not as hungry my boobs start to hurt” you explained and he nods 

“Well y’look beautiful baby, I love these on you” he gently touches your earring bringing a smile to your lips, he always notices the smallest things about you. Like he has you memorized. 

“Thank you Bear” you said softly as the baby makes little gulping suckling noises. Carmy chuckled, rubbing her belly lightly. 

“That’s the good stuff huh little? Mama’s got the golden tap” he jokes and you laughed, holding her securely 

“Stop! Stop making me laugh she’s comfy latched like this you’ll piss her off” you nudge him with your foot gently 

“It’s true! You were the one that forced me to try it. It’s sweet, I see why she likes it.” He said and you scrunch your nose, biting back giggles 

“Yes because it encourages her to eat it.” You gently brush that spot over her nose bridge and forehead, causing her eyes to flutter shut “that’s why when she’s 6 months we can’t let her have fruit for a while cause she’ll think everything’s sweet like my milk” you explained 

“Mmm…read that too in one of the books you got- it’s a good call” he thumbs over her fingers gently that were wrapped around his forefinger tightly like a baby monkey. 

“You should sleep” you told him softly. “You can have snuggles with her I’ll watch you” 

He smiled and leaned in, kissing you lovingly “thank you sweets. I can burp her s’okay. I already got the towel” he said and grabbed it from his nightstand. 

She only took a few more minutes before she slowly stopped suckling and instead went to fall right asleep but before she could you took her off and handed her over to Carmy for burping to which she fussed before she realized her dad was taking her then she relaxed again. 

After Carmy fell asleep, you went to put her down for a nap as well and put away the laundry Carmy had washed. It was about 3 hours before Athena began to fuss again and you went to get her, sitting in her rocking chair after you’d changed her and reading her a book as she ate. 

Carmy came in just as you were finishing up The Very Hungry Caterpillar “that’s a good one huh princess?” He said softly, gently caressing her cheek with his knuckle to which she fluttered her eyes open and smiled slightly before closing them again. 

“Mmhmm, that one always puts her to sleep, she stopped eating 3 pages ago but I like to let her have a little time” you said and gently pulled her off to which of course she fussed. Carmy took her, hushing her sweetly and putting her on his shoulder. 

“Y’mommy spoils you little girl” he told her, gently bouncing her as he burped her, putting a cloth on his shoulder and kissing her head. You smile slightly as you fixed your bra and nightgown 

“I’d say we both spoil her. The doctor says she’s the happiest baby she’s met” you fixed her little sock that she’d managed to wriggle down to her toes before kissing her foot 

“And the smartest and the prettiest and the most perfect “ he told her sweetly patting her back as she let out a big burp “good girl” he said and you giggled 

“That was a good one” you told her and kiss her head gently, seeing him like this with her, especially mixed with a sleep thick voice, no shirt, and messy curls - not to mention the stubble from not bothering to shave as often. He looked…delicious 

“Mmm- such a sexy daddy too” you mused, kissing his neck gently and rubbing your palm over his abs that had gone a bit softer due to spending way less time in the gym, but you loved it. 

“Yeah? Even with throw up on my shoulder mm?” He joked, and usually that would be gross - but fuck. The way he stepped up as a father constantly - everything he did was with the two of you in mind and you never even had to ask. He’d quit smoking for god sakes without you saying a word once he’d found out you were pregnant. 

“Especially. You’re so fucking amazing Carmy. Let me go to the bedroom so you can put her down but we need to talk” you told him and kissed his lips lovingly before heading back to the bedroom so he could work his magic getting her to sleep. 

It only took him 20 minutes before she was out and he came to the bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind him. “Needa talk mm? Got a feelin’ we won’t be doin much talkin’ “ he teased, throwing her spit up towel in the hamper easily and coming to lay down with you. As soon as his head hit the pillow you were straddling his lap, your hands on either of his shoulders like a hungry lioness in heat. 

“I want you to fuck another baby in me.” You said and kissed him deeply, grinding against him and running your hands over his chest and abdomen, tugging at the tie of his sweatpants. He moaned in surprise and grabbed your bum, squeezing and spanking you lightly before pulling away after a few more moments of you essentially eating eachother alive to breathe. 

“Holy fucking shit” he said, chest rising and falling quickly “what got into you- im not complaining but-“

“Get me pregnant. I love it- I love it Carmy. God I feel so fucking hot. And seeing you with our daughter being all attentive and good to her? Holy fuck baby. Mm when people look at me - when they look at us I love it. I love knowing that people know you knocked me up.” You said, kissing his neck and sucking a hickey into the stubbly skin there. He moaned softly, palming your ass and squeezing your upper thighs 

“No baby not yet - not yet mm? Y’need time to heal…we can pretend mm?” He counters and gently brushed your hair back. You whine and pout, pulling back and looking at him 

“No. I want it now get me pregnant now.” You beg and hold his hands “pleeease I’m all healed remember? It’s 8 weeks.” You said and kissed over his tattoos, hoping you were distracting enough to get him to agree.  

“Mm yup you can have me inside you again, but doctor said having another baby so fast would cause them to have low birth weight. We don’t want that for our babe no? Also y’breastfeeding babe. The chances of you getting pregnant are super low” he said and you huff, sitting up frustratedly 

“You really know how to turn a girl off, you know that right? Can’t you pretend to satisfy your wife? Don’t you think I know?! Do you think I’m stupid?” You snip and he raised his brows 

“Y’gettin sassy w’me?” He questioned lowly and squeezed your hips “fix the attitude” he ordered and you bit back a smile. 

“No.” You crossed your arms “I don’t have one” you snip “you’re being mean t’me. Y’being mean to your wife” you teased, shoving his shoulder into the pillow playfully. 

“Ohh” he chuckled a bit “did you just push me?” He mused, grabbing your wrist firmly but not enough to hurt, just enough to show you he was willing to play. 

“What would you do about it if I said yes?” You leaned in so close your noses were touching. 

“You’d be in trouble” he smirked, leaning in and tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking and nibbling it gently the way drove you wild. You moaned softly, your eyes fluttering shut. The feeling went straight to your core, warmth flooding your abdomen and your clit twitching with excitement. 

“Please” you said softly, well as much as you could mumble with one lip the other still being assaulted by Carm who was very much enjoying the way you were squirming in his lap to get any kind of friction you could. 

He finally releases you “please what angel?” He spanks you lightly “what d’y’need mm?” He lifted your nightgown over your ass and squeezed the flesh, reaching under you and cupping your heat. He hummed at the feeling of dampness already soaking the lace, collecting as much as he could on his fingers. 

“I need you t’fill me up again. Fuckin breed me make me a mommy again mm?” You begged, grinding against his hand - not even caring about the whorish filthy moans falling from your lips. You’d been fantasizing about this for weeks now, the relief of his hand- his wonderful calloused, thick, muscular hand, felt like it was enough to send you into a full orgasm just from the pressure his fingers were giving. 

“Holy fuck y’soaked babe- my god” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and gently rubbing circles into your swollen throbbing clit that was already twitching. Your hips buck and you bit down on your hand to hold in a cry as to not wake the baby. The next 3 or so minutes you couldn’t even remember what you said as he rubbed firm quick circles over your clit and after not having been touched for nearly 3 months - you were cumming on his hand mumbling his name, and profanities that would likely be considered sacrilegious while whimpering and squirming, thighs shivering - the whole 9. 

“Wow” he muttered, and if your orgasm wasn’t so intense you would probably have laughed at how amazed he sounded. “Y’good?” He rubs your stomach gently and you nod quickly, trying to even your breathing. 

“Fuck-“ you said once you came down “I literally blacked out for a second I think-“ you laughed and he followed suit, carefully laying you down after tucking 2 pillows under your hips to keep you elevated and tugging your panties off. 

“Shit babe y’get all soft on me?” He teased, carefully wrapping your thighs around his waist and pushing down his boxers and sweats just enough to let his cock free. You loved this. It all felt so normal, you were worried it would be awkward getting in bed again, but you two were picking up right where you left off. 

“I think you’re underestimating how sensitive hormones make you” you said as he kissed over your stomach and hips, licking a stripe up your heat causing you to gasp and grip the sheets tightly , your core clenching around nothing. Each touch felt like the power of a lightning strike, it was so much better than before. It had to be the hormones, but shit - now that you knew how good this felt you were worried you could never get enough of him. 

“I guess I was. Also y’super sweet now by the way - sweeter then before I should say” he spread you wider with his fingers to lap up more of your arousal and you look down at him, moaning at the sight. 

“God I fuckin missed you between my thighs - you’re so pretty” you smile, watching as he strokes himself as he continues to pleasure you first per usual. “Can you- try inside?” You asked gently and he looked up at you, resting his cheek on your thigh. 

“You’re ready for that?” He asked softly, his lips and chin glistening with slick. 

“Yeah- uh…try one? Maybe just one at first” you said sheepishly and he nodded, licking his lips 

“Course sweetheart, tell me if s’too much yeah?” He assured and rubbed over you gently before easing a finger over your entrance. 

The feeling was…well. 

It was similar to the uncomfort of your first time, which - if that was the case then it would just take a few times to feel good again. “How’s it feel?” He gently sucks your clit as he eases to the second knuckle, curling gently 

“Mm- okay? Not like it used to. But kinda like it used to…maybe it’ll feel better the more we do it” you assure and he nods a bit, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud in the way that always got you to open up to him and you gasped lightly, back arching and core going lax. He slipped the final knuckle in and placed a kiss to your mound before slowly pumping as to not overstimulate you. 

“Yeah- mmm yeah” you breathe as it started to feel more familiar, the muscles loosening once again and relaxing. “Another- you can try another.” You told him and gently lace your fingers in his hair. He carefully eased in his forefinger, curling them against your g-spot and your thigh twitches, you nearly sobbed at the feeling that shot through your body at the contact. 

“Oh- okay found it-” he chuckled a bit “sorry did it hurt?” He asked and you shook your head quickly 

“Again” you said softly, trying to remain all of your control because you knew as soon as you lost it finding it would be nearly impossible and you two had a sleeping tiny human 1 room over. 

“Y’feel a lot tighter” he said, pumping his fingers slower, curling them against that fantastic spongey spot each time and you felt that coil in your belly tightening rapidly and it was going to snap now, any moment. “Y’like gushing right now” he chuckled, but it fell on deaf ears because your mind was fuzzy with pleasure. 

You couldn’t form a thought even if you tried, the mixture of his tongue sloppily drooling all over your clit as he padded over it, and the jolt of pleasure each curl of his fingers - it was a place long forgotten since your baby had been born since your priorities had both been changed and refocused for the time being. You weren’t able to warn him, you couldn’t do anything other then mutter his name as your orgasm washed over you so hard he had to hold your legs open so you didn’t crush him by mistake. 

“Fuck me- fuck me baby please Jesus- fuck me” you found yourself begging as you fluttered your eyes open and he was looking up at you in amazement like an owl, mouth slightly agape. 

“Holy shit” he muttered “you’ve never cum like that- what the fuck- I thought I almost killed you” he kissed your thigh and you laugh, a real laugh, chest rising and falling quickly as the aftershock of your orgasm reels back mixed with your giggles. 

“Please. Please” you cup his cheeks “cum inside me” you beg. He trailed kisses up your body, meeting your lips and pulling you into a hot, messy kiss. Mixed with clashing teeth and mixing of spit and sucking of tongues, before lining himself up and carefully pushing his tip in. You whimpered into his mouth and he pulled his lips away from yours, a small string of saliva connecting you both 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked worriedly and you shook your head

“Feels so good bear. Keep goin’ fuck I f’got how full I can feel” you pulled your lips back to his and felt him smile into your lips, holding your hand and lacing your fingers as his other hand worked on rubbing circles into your clit. He kept you quiet by making out with you as he thrusted in fully, staying still for a moment so you could adjust to the sensation once more. 

He grunts, feeling your walls flutter around him and you giggle in response, causing him to moan at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him “shit don’t do that I’ll fuckin cum”

“Then move dummy!” You push your heels into his ass and he chuckled, thrusting slowly in and out, nearly to the tip, before thrusting all the way back in to the hilt- his balls touching the curve of your ass 

“ are y’fuckin kickin me like a horse?” He teased as your back arched off the bed, a whiny moan tearing from your throat and he covers your mouth quickly, “here y’are beggin me t’fuck a second one int’you- y’haven’t even learned how t’be quiet for the first. The baby is sleeping.” He grumbled, and the way he was getting rough with you to protect your baby was enough to throw you into your third orgasm, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation of your clit, whining and squirming beneath his grasp. 

“Y’gonna be quiet? Er do I have to keep you muzzled ‘mm?” He teased, removing his hand from your mouth 

“Promise- I promise- please please please Carmy - give me another one I promise I’ll be so quiet” you said softly, your voice pleading and begging. He moaned, thrusting a bit harder 

“Can y’take it? Mm? Are y’sure Y’can take me again princess? Last time I knocked you up it took quite a few months a’you face down, ass up, full a’my cum. Nights at a time. Y’don’t remember how you’d whine about how sore you’d get while you were ovulating? Mmm? Fuck you so full y’get sore- fuckin y’four er five times a’day?” he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him with mushed cheeks. 

You whine pathetically, mumbling little ‘yes’ ‘mmhmm’ and ‘please’  you manage to get out an “I miss that so much Carmy” you whimper as he cages you in with his arms, his chain dangling in your face and brushing against your chin as his thrusts get sloppier. 

“Yeah? You miss bein full a’my cum? Y’miss wakin’ up in the mornin’ drippin’ w’me honey?” He mutters into your neck, feeling droplets of your sweat mixing together as your bodies rubbed with his incredibly deep thrusts, nearly laying over you. But Carmy was the most comfortable blanket you could ever ask for. 

“So much- so so much baby. Y’know Athena would be such a good sister- she needs a little friend mm? Y’gonna give your girl what she wants?” You scratch down his back as he pounds right into your g-spot, “oh I’m gonna cum” you whined, back arching and chest pressing flush to his. 

“Fuck - fuck- yes. Yes baby. Fuck m’gonna fuck you full I promise- fuck I’ll give you whatever you want baby I fuckin love you I love you” he moans into your neck, whimpering softly as he shoots hot thick ropes of cum deep inside you, fucking you through your fourth orgasm of the day, rubbing over your belly gently “gonna fuckin stretch this belly out again mm?” He growled hotly in your ear and you giggle, slapping his back playfully. 

“You're so funny talking about wanting to wait” you said and he huffs a laugh into your neck. 

“Yeah yeah. Legs up- Thena’s gonna be hungry soon so Y’can only prop up there f’r like half an hour” he said and helped you put the pillows against the headboard with your hips on them so you were at an angle and rest your legs up on it to let gravity do its thing.  It wasn’t surprising to you, but he absolutely wasn’t opposed to another one so soon after a little convincing.

[heartysworld]

Love across the finish line// OP81

Oscar Piastri x Reader

W. C: 2.5k

This one is a request!

MASTERLIST

It was during the small hours of the night when the Piastri family home echoed with celebratory screams and sounds of glasses clinging against each other. Earlier, the same day, some inexplicable force had made you cancel your plans for the next day and join your boyfriend's family to watch Oscar's race in Hungary. Now, hours later, you were jumping around Oscar's sisters and his parents as they hugged each other, celebrating their boy's maiden win in Formula 1.

You couldn't help but tear up as memories from years ago flooded your mind. Little specs from when you and Oscar would talk about different dreams you wished to achieve one day. They all changed and varied as the years went by. However, for Oscar, once of those dreams never changed - reach F1, win a race, and become world champion. There he was now, a decade later, having achieved two out of three of those, making you prouder than ever.

As you watched the trophy ceremony, you admired Oscar's smile, it being one of the brightest you've ever seen. Despite what happened during the last minutes of the race, he was up there in P1 as the winner. A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts. Looking up from your spot on the couch, you were met with Nicole's beaming smile.

"Honey, come take a picture of me. Can't let that moment pass without one!" She said, handing you her phone as she made her way towards the TV on the wall, waiting for the cameras to show Oscar again.

" Girls, I am happy to say we will not be attending our 6am pilates session. This calls for a celebration!" Oscar's mom said, earning a laugh from everyone.

You waited a few hours for all the commotion to pass alongside all of Oscar's post-race interviews and media obligations before you tried calling him. It took a while, and you were ready to hang up before your boyfriend's beaming face popped up on your screen, making your heart melt for the hundredth time in the past couple of hours.

"Oscar! You did it, love! I'm so happy for you! Oh my goodness, I still can't believe this happened!" You shouted, now in the confines of your own apartment where you wouldn’t be disturbing anyone. " I'm so proud of you, baby! I never doubted your talent and determination to do this!"

"Thank you, baby! I still can't believe this happened. Oh, how I wish you were here." Oscar said, a tired smile nestling on his face.

" I wish I could've been there as well, baby, but you know how it is. Duty calls in hour of the day and corners of the world." You said, earning a chuckle from the tired man on your screen.

" I'll try to come home for a few days before Belgium, love. I need to see you as soon as possible. " Oscar said, his smile faltering a bit.

" I'll be waiting for you, baby, keeping warm hugs and kisses from when you arrive." You said, trying to lighten up the mood.

" I don't know what I'd do without you, love. I miss you so much, but I think I've got to get going. Celebratory dinner is impending. I'll try to call you again as soon as we're done!" Oscar said, blowing a kiss in your direction.

" And don't forget to ring your mom! Or she'll lock you out of the house the next time you try to come back home!" You added, returning hus gesture.

" At least I'll get to spend more time with you in your place then! I love you, I have to go now! " He said, you could tell he was in a rush now.

" Love you too, bye!" You said before hanging up and laying down on your couch. While your boyfriend celebrated his first win, you were in desperate need of a nap before the Piastri family rings your doorbell in a couple of hours to go celebrate Oscar's win as well.

You didn't expect to be woken up in the early hours of Tuesday morning, but alas, it happened. As you rubbed away the sleepiness from your eyes, you made your way to the entrance of your apartment, not even bothering to use the peephole first before swinging the door open.

At the threshold of your apartment stood your boyfriend, a goofy smile on his lips ,a suitcase in one hand, and a bouquet of white roses in the other.

" Surprise!" He said sheepishly, opening his arms to welcome your tired form.

"Baby..." You mumbled as your head found its way to the crock of Oscar's neck, your arms enveloping his waist as you pulled him in for a hug. " Don't think I'm not enjoying this, but...it's 6am in the morning."

" I couldn't wait longer to see you. I needed you in my arms, badly." Oscar said before placing a gentle kiss on the side of your head.

You lifted your head from its comfortable position, heading directly for his lips.

" I love you so much." You whispered, smiling gently as you looked him directly in the eyes.

Your tired ones were met with Oscar's, which were bubbling with love and excitement from the past few days' events.

" These are for you." Oscar said as your attention fell on the white roses he held in his left hand.

" Thank you, baby. They're beautiful, just like my Formula 1 race winning boyfriend. " You grinned as you accepted the flowers, their gentle fragrance touching your senses immediately. " You are the one who won a race, and still you are giving me flowers." You said, making him laugh

"Well, I had to make sure you knew how much I love and appreciate you," he replied, his eyes twinkling with affection.

"You're too sweet," you murmured, leaning in to kiss him again. The kiss deepened, filled with all the longing and love that had built up during your time apart. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, one of your hands now caressing the base of his neck, makjng him yawn at the soft touches. "But we should really get some sleep. You must be exhausted."

Oscar chuckled softly. "I am, but I just wanted to be with you. Let's go to bed."

You nodded, taking his hand and leading him inside. The bouquet found its place in a vase on the kitchen counter before you both headed to the bedroom. Oscar dropped his suitcase at the door, and you climbed into bed, finding solace in each other's arms. As you drifted off to sleep, Oscar whispered, "I love you," and you knew that no matter the distance or time apart, your love for each other would always prevail.

The next morning, the two of you were awoken by the soft light filtering through the curtains. You stretched lazily, turning to find Oscar already watching you with a content smile.

"Good morning, love," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face before one of his hands cupped your cheek gently.

"Good morning," you replied, smiling back. "I still can't believe you're here."

"Believe it," he said, pulling you towards him for a quick kiss. "But we should probably get up. I think my mom will kill me if she finds out I'm back and we didn't go visit her."

You laughed, nodding. "Yes, we don't want that. Let's get ready and head over."

After a quick shower and breakfast, you both made your way to Oscar's childhood home. The door swung open to reveal Nicole, who immediately pulled Oscar into a tight hug.

"You didn't call me after your win!" she scolded, but her eyes were full of pride and joy.

"I know, mom, I'm sorry," Oscar replied, hugging her back. "but I called the most important person first." he added, glancing at you with a cheeky grin.

Nicole laughed, shaking her head. "Well, I guess I can forgive you for that. Come on in, both of you. We have so much to celebrate!"

The day was spent in a joyous celebration with Oscar's family. Stories were shared, laughter echoed through the house, and the pride everyone felt for Oscar was palpable. As the evening drew to a close, you found a quiet moment with Oscar in the garden.

"Thank you for being here," he said, pulling you close. "I couldn't have done this without your support."

"You would have done it regardless, but I'm glad I could be here for you, even if "here" means on the other side of the world." you replied, resting your head on his shoulder as you felt Oscar chuckle at your response.

Oscar pressed a kiss to your temple. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Oscar."

A few weeks later, the buzz in the paddock was different. You and Oscar made your way through the crowd. You had finally found a possible way to you to travel for a while and spend time with Oscar while still managing your workload.

As you walked past a group of journalists, one of them called out, "Oscar, what's your secret to staying so calm under pressure these days?"

Oscar smiled, glancing at you before replying, "I've got the best support system in the world. That makes all the difference."

He said as he lifted up your joint hands for everyone to see.

You squeezed his hand, heart swelling with pride and love. Together, you faced the world, knowing that no matter what challenges came your way, you would always have each other.

And as the race weekend continued, you couldn't help but smile at the whispered conversations around the paddock, all noting the same thing—Oscar Piastri was happier than ever, and it was all thanks to the love and support you shared.

The end of the race saw Oscar once again on the podium, and as he looked out into the crowd, his eyes found yours. He lifted the trophy high, dedicating hus success to you with a simple, heartfelt gesture that spoke volumes. It was a new chapter in both your lives, filled with love, triumphs, and the unbreakable bond you shared.

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[rsanchezslut]

Bless us with all those sweet Rick x reader headcanons you hold

!! thank you sm for asking !! i'm not sure how many i have in such a broad sense, but here are some HCs i usually apply when thinking abt a relationship w/ rick!!

xXx

-i always imagine you meet Rick through Beth somehow. In my head, it's usually though an exercise class of sorts (Zumba, bc my first R+M hyperfixation was when I was doing dance twice a week LOL), but I also really like the neighbors approach too (typical) because i think it's fun to think she starts inviting you over to have wine nights with her and you become really good friends!!

-I also love HCing Morty bonding with you too!! Seeing the way you make his mom happy and pique Rick's interest in just the right way makes him literally. Want. to befriend you. He thinks you're cool and also genuinely NICE ASF which lowkey pisses Rick off for a bit but makes him all the more inclined to like, actually talk to you (bc he's jealous you won over Morty so easily<3)

-Rick definitely goes (a little) out of his way to impress you (eventually). not... overboard, because he's still Rick and his literal brand is not caring ofc, but... i do think he enjoys it, per se, esp season 5+ Rick who's a lot more considerate... when you seem interested in what he's doing and actually want to talk about it. Part of him is def still skeptical, but... it grows on him the closer you get emotionally ...

-Rick is surprisingly appreciative of acts of service!! Esp. things like cooking him food / doing laundry, and even more so if who you're helping is Beth, Morty or Summer!! I always think about you dropping off food for the family if Beth is working late, or helping summer w/ her homework... and i for sure see it as something Rick... notices and pays attention to.

-I LOVE RICK'S LITTLE COT in his room. it is so silly to me that he sleeps on that in HIS fucking DAY CLOTHES. So I think he gets all weird abt spending the night at your place. Maybe weird is the wrong word, but like. usually he's down to fuck and then just go home (or spend the night but not care abt the emotional significance of it and skip your morning together) and it's like. Lmaoooooo.

which I think for a while you're kinda cool w/ because... idk. It's not that serious? but the first time you actually have a real sleepover in your own space (and not an alien motel or his car) is genuinely so. intimate. and signifies and big change

-omf there was only one bed fic WHEN???? sharing a room fic WHEN?????

-but FUCKING IN HIS CAR HAS DEFINITELY HAPPENED absolutely. the way he had a little curtain when he was w/ daphne ... you have def used that curtain. and literally slept back there too.

-he has more dad/caring traits than he realizes. Sick? Sleep it off. Need a nap? Here's a bed. Always has everything you need on hand and is willing to give it to you <3

-he thinks it's hot when you fight with him and doesn't take you serious half of the time because of it

-when he doesn't smell like alcohol and oil he actually smells. so fucking good. Naturally sweet and kinda musky but in such a comforting sense!! u always know if he's been around somewhere in the house bc the scent lingers (or maybe youre just sensitive to him, who knows)

-one day we need to talk about his horrible possessive-ness streak when you actually manage to get close to him. Always talking abt how he doesn't care but really he's a HORRIBLE liar. coping mechanisms are 0/10 (tell me why he's surprised to find out you need to cope too LMFAO)

[gowns]

i have made a very funny journey w/ autism which is like...

growing up, mom always tells me she thinks i'm autistic or (90s euphemism pop psychology thing) that i have "einstein syndrome"

and yet she never gets me tested

various accommodations are made for me in school - i am clearly "smart" but also kinda just "doing my own thing" and the teachers are either annoyed but give in to my mom browbeating them, or give me good grades for thinking outside of the box

(various cycles of hyperfixations and limerence and burn out later)

one of my best friends realizes they are autistic and we see the world the same way so we both go "hmm" about that for a while

i maintain i couldn't possibly be autistic because i have worked with high-needs autistic people* *i also tend to be very adept at working with autistic people

i notice that my older child (whose personality is identical to mine as a kid) seems to show signs of high functioning autism

eventually read devon price and other books and take the tests and etc and i'm like hmm ok i guess i have autism

by this point i am so keenly Aware that i am Neurodivergent and maybe that's why i seem to operate in a different reality than a lot of other people, that it seems hard to remember a time when i thought i was "normal" and trying hard to be "normal"

like now i'm just owning being an odd duck and needing my funny little ways of recharging and having fun

and now i find i'm actually a bit annoyed at various influencers who talk about discovering that they have autism because sometimes they don't want to go to parties or w/e and i'm like. "hmm. but is this the same flavor as the thing i have? idk what kind you have but i'm clearly on another level of it."

(very silly, i went to gatekeeping one side of the gate to gatekeeping on the other side of the gate. hahaha.)

anyway, i try not to be judgmental, it's just interesting that autism and adhd are en vogue right now. #relateable.

i still maintain that the bigger problem is Society. like, having tiny computers in our pockets combined w/ unreasonable employers who want you to be Focused on a Task for 8 hours are definitely doing things to our brains and making us feel deficient if we can't do Productive things. and then the pings. ping. ping. ping. check this. do that. ping. ping. ping.

and then it's like -- when people figure they must be neurodivergent because they take a moment to pause and dip out of the constant noise and they're like whoa i feel better for a moment -- well of course, taking a nap in the middle of the day feels good. it feels good to spend some time alone and in solitude when most of your day is responding to PINGS. and guess what, microdosing meth feels good, weed feels good, looking at wikipedia or reddit instead of doing work feels good, etc etc. the fact that adderall feels good =/= your brain works "different" or is "defective" in some way.

ok. you're probably different. sure.

it's like the same basic question of literature, theatre, art, of the last 400-odd-years, what is a human, what makes me tick, why do i feel a separation between me and others, what is that other person even thinking, why are we both looking at each other like "you're insane"? why are the motivations and inner workings of this other person so inscrutable, and mine are so comfortable and infinitely knowable?

--

however. all that being said. i think it may eventually come to a point where more people are considered neurodivergent than neurotypical, and hopefully, you would think, that would mean more accommodations, which would mean society as a whole would be more accommodating towards disability.

but i fear that on the other end, it may end up in situation where otherwise-typical people with an immense amount of privilege (e.g. average white americans) figure out how to weaponize incompetence (so to speak) and automate more labor away from them and giving the global lower classes more grunt work to shoulder. all while not acknowledging the true source of that "i don't belong" feeling ... and creating more alienation ... hmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMM

--

all that being said, it's fun to share autistic memes with friends

[apperiti]

source: sohnhj11 on twitter

I'm posting this translation. Please help spread the word about the dangers and horrors of Korean men to the world.

“There was a time when my younger brother, who's just a year younger than me, made me feel so awful that I wanted to die. We were both in middle school at the time, and we were so close that people were even jealous of us. The first time it happened, I was so shocked and didn't know what to do, so I just pretended not to notice. I really regret that. One weekend afternoon, while I was taking a nap and our parents were home, my brother touched me and even tried to film it. I woke up and caught him in the act."

"I was so shocked at the time. I couldn’t think straight at all. Even though he was apologizing and acting like nothing happened, I felt so embarrassed and couldn’t stand even looking at him, so I just sent him away. My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts.

Did he post it online anywhere?

How many times has this happened?

Who did he send it to?

Did he sell it somewhere?

Did he use it to pleasure himself?

What did he really think of me? "

" I went into a panic, my hands and feet were shaking, and I couldn’t even cry or breathe properly. I never thought my brother would do something like this, especially not my brother."

"My parents went out for a bit, and after about two hours, I thought something was wrong and sent a message to my mom. I asked her not to tell my dad because he really cares about me, and I was so embarrassed. About an hour later, my brother left the house. When my mom came home and asked about it, she said that Dad had called for my brother. So, my concerns were completely ignored,lol"

"Did they say something like 'Your brother needs to talk to Dad'? I was really anxious, worried that Dad might end up hitting him or something serious like that.

But I think it was all just in my head. They came back laughing and chatting like nothing happened. Ugh, at that moment, I really felt like I wanted to die. Damn, it felt like such a nightmare."

"So, my family is usually pretty close and gets along well. We’re financially comfortable and have a good time together. But that evening, my mom had been drinking and ended up hitting my brother a few times. What really got to me was that I heard everything, and then my mom said, “You’re part of the problem too. Who wears such short pajamas at home? I’ve never dealt with something like this before, so I don’t know what to do.”"

"My pajamas back then were just these short-sleeve, short-pants ones that were pretty trendy at the time. Yeah, I guess you could say it was all my fault. I was pretty slim and my chest was a C cup, so it wasn’t exactly small.

But does that really mean it’s okay for something like this to happen?"

"Was it really my fault?

I was just wearing normal pajamas, in my own home, and went to sleep comfortably.

Does that mean it’s my fault? After that day, I couldn’t really live a normal life for about a year.

Even when I was in class at school, or eating a meal, or even at home, and especially when I was showering, those moments, feelings, and sensations were so vivid, and I just wanted to cut myself out of my own body."

"My family? They all seemed to be doing just fine. It was only me who felt like a complete mess, while everyone else acted as if nothing had happened. It felt like they were too afraid to even talk about it.

Later, I had to go on a family trip that was already planned. It was less than a week after the incident, and since it was a trip with my grandparents, I couldn’t say no to my mom’s request.

But that wasn’t the end. Throughout the trip, my parents kept trying to get me and my brother to make up, and they looked like they were having a great time, laughing and enjoying themselves.

Is this what you call making up? It felt like I was the one who had to forgive everything."

"In the end, I reached out to my brother first and we became close again, like nothing ever happened. Everyone around us was praising him, saying things like, "He's such a great brother. You’re so lucky to have him."

Seriously? I once brought up the whole situation in front of the family again. My mom said, "I didn’t realize how far it went. I’m sorry." (But since this was during an argument, it didn’t feel like a genuine apology.)

My dad was like, "How long are you going to keep talking about this? Are you going to bring it up every time you’re in a tough spot?" This was the first time I had mentioned it to my dad since the incident, but he acted like I talk about it every day.

I’m still struggling with it. Even after years, it’s not something I can just forget. What is he trying to do?"

"MY dad called my brother and me ‘fucking assholes,’ and then he couldn't control his own anger and took it out on us.

That day, my parents ended up apologizing to me.

That was about 2 years ago. I’m not sure about other cases, but honestly, I don’t know. If you talk to your parents about sexual abuse within the family and end up in a situation like mine, what I want to say is that no matter what the person who did wrong says, you’ll never find comfort within yourself. Even if they beg for forgiveness, it really doesn’t feel like real forgiveness.

If you’re thinking about reporting it to the police… well, I’m not sure. If your parents are covering up for the criminal and the offender is a minor, the outcome might not be much. Honestly, I even thought that I should've just ended it back then."

"I thought that if I had ended things back then, maybe my family would have finally felt some guilt and blamed my brother more. But, honestly, saying this feels really bad, especially since my family views the whole thing as my fault and even turns their back on me. I just can’t think of a clear solution. The only thing I can do is try to get through it myself.

I still think about that time sometimes. But, honestly, I’m kind of dumb. I still get along with my brother.

Maybe he’s the one who wants to avoid thinking about it the most.

I’m no expert, and even though I’ve experienced family sexual abuse from my brother, I still don’t know how to truly comfort myself or find a real solution."

"Honestly, I wonder if there's even a real solution, haha. But anyway, my family and I are just living like everything’s normal from the outside. I’m still fooling myself with the word "family." And I’m still a minor, so I can’t really cut ties with them..."

[original thread here]

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 17 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

Today did suck. Grim and I nearly fell asleep during every class except P.E, when we fell asleep and were just left in the shade because Vargas wouldn't let anyone carry us to the nurse. Lovely. That nap gave us the energy to report him, and then it was spent.

I can't remember anything else. Just reading my notes feels like a fever dream. The writing is so messy, it's barely legible, if at all- I can hardly read anything at this point.

The one thing I do remember is going out into the forest for some peace and quiet with Korrak and Mandible. Oh, and falling asleep on Korrak. That too.

Waking up is better. I feel more refreshed already. When I turn to look, though, Korrak is awake.

He sees me staring and laughs softly. "Morning, lil' bro."

I smile. This world really is the best thing to ever happen to me. I have an older brother! And, thinking back, I've probably called Vil "mom" at some point, which probably makes Rook the dad.

"This is nice, isn't it?"

I smile. Grim is right, this is nice. There's a gentle breeze blowing softly, the sun is high enough to light the area but low enough to be out of our eyes, and the clouds are floating lazily overhead, shifting shape as they do.

Korrak has the right idea, lying on his back and looking at the sky.

"I've heard p-people say that it's th-th-these gentle little moments th-that make life comfy." He closes his eyes and reopens them after a second. "Never understood that u-until now."

"Never paid attention to them?"

He shakes his head, the grass underneath his hair rustling quietly as he does. "Never h-had any I could p-p-pay attention t-."

He pronounces "attention" as "addention" and stutters at the word "to," but only once. Instead of trying to say both letters, he just gives up after the first holdup.

"Why not?"

"B-being calm is a p-privilege I just couldn't afford." His expression saddens. I didn't even realize I had spoken until he answered me.

"Yeah," I start, knowingly this time, "I get that. Like life is a racetrack and being content is taking a leisurely walk, and by the time you realize running is optional, you're surrounded by people who either don't know or don't care and you have to keep going or you'll get trampled. Like there's a wall of people between you and joy, and the only way to slow down and survive is to be removed from the track entirely. I get that."

"Y-yuu..." Korrak is crying now. I don't know when he started, but there are tears running down his cheeks.

"Do you really f-feel like th-that?.. H-hey, you can s-stay on the t-t-t-t-track. Don't go." His voice drops to barely a whisper. I almost can't hear him over the breeze.

"P-please, not you t-t-t-t-too..."

Oh, he doesn't know the part about leaving the track was supposed to refer to me suddenly waking up a student at Night Raven College- he thinks I'm still suicidal.

"Korrak... That's not what I meant by that."

"W-what could you h-h-have meant? Did you j-just lie down f-for a nap and sit u-up in T-T-T-Twisted Wonderland?"

"Uh... pretty much."

"What?" This time, Mandible talks. Korrak lies still, presumably processing what I just said. He soon turns, looks at me, and gives Mandible a "You do the taking" short of look.

"So, I... I'm not from a world with magic. I'm from another track, so to speak. One day, I woke up in a coffin, met Grim, and got sorted into Pomefiore. In under ten minutes."

"What the fuck? Yuu and Grim didn't meet until the first day entrance ceremony?"

"Kinda. When I lived in the other world, I had a cat. He had a condition where the end of his tail split into a trident, just like this," I'm holding the end of Grim's tail now, he's snuggling into me and purring in a successful attempt to calm me down, "and he was my only friend, and he died, and I was never the same. And then, I saw him at the entrance ceremony, and..."

I'm crying now. Korrak has moved onto his side, wrapped his arms around me, and placed my head near the junction between his neck and shoulder. I'm hugging back, and Grim has moved to the same spot on me to purr.

"It's okay. I'm o-okay. I have Grim back, and I have magic, and I'm happy."

Everyone is crying now. Me, Korrak, Grim, and Mandible, crying and hugging and smiling and lying on the ground and, in Grim's case, purring.

"As much as I hate to interrupt this, Roi de Poison would like you all back inside before twilight. Is is dusk."

Rook is right. We have our skincare routines, and dinner, and bedtime, and I should probably shower. At the very least, though, I think I'm a little closer to cracking the smokescreen that is Korrak Dinak.

Rook leads the four of us back into the dorm. Vil is waiting patiently at the door, likely to make sure we're okay.

The clock says we've been out in the woods for over two and a half hours. That gives us enough time to shower, do our usual skincare routine, and still get to bed on time.

Before we go to the Backstage Room, Rook hands each of us a small plate with some very appetizing food on them.

"Eat quickly," he whispers, and then he is gone. I listen, but Vil stops us.

"Do not choke. Take reasonable bites."

We did need the reminder. Finally, we're off! Hopefully, some hot water will help me sleep.

The shower did help. I passed out the instant I flopped onto the soft, welcoming comforter, and that was that.

Not a great day, but an excellent conclusion. I'll take it.

We don't wake up too early this time, either. Korrak and Mandible aren't in the room by then, so we just go straight to the Backstage Room and get that managed.

"Yer tellin' me you ain't never seen 'n apple tree? How th' fu- fresh hell does that work out?"

Epel's morning over-breakfast talk is extra entertaining when you also listen to Vil sigh in the background.

"You think everything has apple trees? No. Korrak, pass me another one of the fruits."

Mandible chews on his apple and Epel stares in disbelief. "Y'all're city folk? An' here I thought you lotta come from somewhere interestin'!"

Oh, if only he knew.

[ask-souls-and-memories]

Soultale HOME

Laria: I-I'd like to have Butterscotch Cinnamon please…

Cetas, nodding: of course my child, now let me heal you…

Laria nods. Cetas smiles and puts a paw on Laria's forehead, healing her completely. Laria relaxes and Cetas picks up Laria again, walking somewhere

Laria:…where are we going mom?

Cetas beams at being called mom, opening a bedroom door and setting Laria down on the bed

Cetas: This will be your bedroom while you are here my child. Now stay here and rest while I bake the pie, okay?

Laria nods and Cetas pats their head, before walking out of the room, closing the door behind them. Laria looks around, before spotting some clean clothes that looks like they were just put there. Laria hestitates slightly, before changing into them, putting their old clothes neatly on the floor where the new clothes were. Laria climbs onto the bed and lays down, putting the covers over them as they close their eyes, tyring to sleep

Chara: psst, frisk

Frisk: what do you want Chara?

Chara: Weren't you supposed to be the one falling down, not them?

Frisk: rude, but yes…the barrier should have been broken by now because of the power of the seven human souls…so why is there an eight?

Chara: You think I know? Sans might!

Frisk: you know Sans wants to be called Soul. You've met Memory

Chara:grumbling you're not wrong…but should we change our names?

Frisk: If they meet another Frisk or Chara, it would help

Chara: Then I'll be Corru!

Frisk: Guess I'm Anima then…

Laria opens their eyes, unable to sleep thanks to the two talking. Anima and Corru notices, now whispering amongst themselves to Laria could sleep. Laria is grateful for this and closes their eyes, quickly falling asleep. Cetas walks in a few minutes later to check on them, and smiles when she sees them asleep. Cetas walks out, closing the door silently. Anima and Corru talk amongst themselves again

Corru: We need to see their SOUL, Anima! It's dangerous!

Anima: I agree, but it's dangerous! We should wait for Soul to check it out….

Corru: and do what, fight them? Take their soul? You've seen what that smiley trashbag is capable of in the genocide routes and i'd rather that not happen in a pacifist run!

Anima:…I-I know….but is it weird I suddenly feel freedom? Like my choices are actually my own now?

Corru: I- You-…you were never the one in control?

Anima: no? It never felt like it until pacifst runs….w-what if, whatever was taking control of me, will take control of Laria?

Corru:…we protect them then. I still have my lv from the genocide runs for some reason, so I should have enough strength to take the PLAYER's control away.

Anima nods and goes quiet [few hours later]

Laria wakes up, sitting up and stretching, yawning. Laria rubs their eyes and looks around, before hopping out of bed and walking out of the bedroom, to the living room where Cetas is, reading a book about snails

Cetas: up already I see. Would you like that pie now?

Laria, nodding: yes please…

Cetas:smiling follow me then.

Cetas puts her book down and extends a paw. Laria takes it and Cetas leads them to the kitchen, where the pie is waiting for them. Cetas picks Laria up and puts them on a seat near the tabletop, giving them a slice of pie and a cup of water

Cetas: there you go my child, eat and drink up. You need your strength after all

Laria nods and starts to eat the pie, with Cetas watching them happily

Cetas: My child, when you finish that pie, what would you like to do?

[butchertongue]

I was tagged by @localsealboy to answer these questions. Thank you!! 

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to get to know better.

a - age: 24

b - birthplace: The Netherlands

c -current time: 21:06

d - drink you last had: Coca Cola. Unfortunately, I am addicted to Coca Cola. 

e - easiest person/people to talk to: My partners! Also Eleana @polypanic deserves a special shout out. 

f - favorite song: How can I just pick one song? Achilles come down from Gang of Youths imeditaly comes to mind, and Hozier's Diner and Diatrides and Vienna by Billy Joel.

g - grossest memory: eh... I don't wish to trigger my friends with emetophobia.

h -horror yes or horror no: Yes horror. My current blog icon is Carrie even. Horror is my absolute favorite genre. I think, when done right, it can be used to explore a lot of societal commontary. It's a genre in which anything can happen, such a playground! 

i -in love?: Very much so with my two wonderful partners <3.

j - jealous of people?: Not jealous but more envy. in a sense that I might want what something (like owning a house, a better job etc.) Never in a way that I want something and therefore think someone else doesn’t deserve it. I feel like that’s healthy.

l - love at first sight or should I walk by again?: Always walk by again! Love at first conversation though, I believe in that. 

m - middle name: Don’t have one, maybe if I ever legally change my name I will get one?

n - number of siblings: 1 younger brother.

o - one wish: I wish you the best.

p - person you called last: My mom. We call often. 

q -question you are always asked: *in the middle of a completly different conversation, sometimes mid-sentence* Wait, you have two different coloured eyes? (yes, I do!) 

r - reason to smile: 10 years ago I was a depressed weirdo lonely teenager. Today I'm surrounded by people who care about me and who I love in return. I'm currently only doing things that make me happy. My cat is taking a nap beside me. I've made it :).

s - song you sang last: I hum and sing all the time subconciously. It's probably Strawberry blond by Mitski today.

t -time you woke up: at 8:15, snoozed til 9:00 and then I decided nope, went back to bed til noon.

u - underwear colour: Black.

v - vacation destination: I have two seperate trips to London plannend. I have already been to London this year. I keep going to London. Why do I keep going to London?

w -worst habit: I'll just say it, I'm bad with money. Which is bad because I have a job and I have acces to adult money. On the brightside, I have to coolest wardrobe.

x - x-rays: Broke my knee 3 years ago. I have a beautiful X-ray and even a 3D model of that masterpiece :). No I haven't recoverd and I probably never walk normally again. :( (chronic pain gain, rise up)

y - your favorite food: I think sushi is overrated, and yet it is sushi.

z - zodiac sign: I'm a June Gemini with Scorpio rising. If I believed in astrology, I think this would explain a lot about me.

I'll tag some people I would like to know better @userparamore @queenvevo and I'll tag @nebulousnebblets because I can.

[michiquette]

‎‧₊˚✧[𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙜]✧˚₊‧

from november 1st to november 13th

:✧ ̗̀➛ friday 1st

intake: 886/800

i feel crazy motivated to starve! well, not to starve. just restrict heavily and exercize a lot. i really want to be skinny. but i wonder if my mental health is going to start to get all fucked up because of it. my head is starting to hurt but i don't know if it's hunger or the caffeine.

tbh. i feel very low energy and my stomach won't stop rumbling and i'm sure i'm gonna shit myself if i go on a walk. so i won't

i did go on a walk. lol.

i had a small argument with bunny that quickly turned into suicidal thoughts that won't stop.

mindfulness: half then got interrupted.

:✧ ̗̀➛ saturday 2nd

intake: 450/800

very plain day. depressing, really. i woke up at 7am, then went back to sleep til 11am. had a coffee and a fruit salad, then went back to sleep at 15pm and woke up at 19pm.

i did no exercise, just laid in bed most of the day. not satisfactory but i genuinely didn't feel like doing anything else. not even watching youtube videos which is my comfort activity. had a lot of feelings of emptiness but almost no urgency about it. i mean, i do want to hurt myself a little but just a normal amount even argued with bunny, kinda. he stopped responding and i just took a nap about it. i was annoyed but i didn't have the energy to breakdown if that makes sense. just pure anhedonia today.

i canceled the call with him and he just said okay. it didn't bother me that much. i would say i canceled it because of: 10% get a reaction 40% don't have the energy to talk 50% i genuinely feel like it would cause a fight and i don't want that.

a while later had a mental breakdown. he didn't text me goodnight and that felt like the end of the world to me. from 00 to 2am i was completely distraught and considered ending it multiple times. even fidgeted with the pills i have in my possession and counted them.

i do think reading the symptoms of an overdose scared me a little, it will take some time to make peace with it. also, i really don't wanna go without writing letters to say goodbye. mostly because i wanna make sure to let everyone know that they did the best they could and it's all my fault and not theirs.

mindfulness: done, 5mins. average performance

:✧ ̗̀➛ sunday 3rd

woke up with a raging headache and i feel dead inside (still) but i weighed myself and lost 600gr and that's good. it's probably dehydratation but whatever,

:✧ ̗̀➛ monday 4th

we didn't work and i spent most of my morning at my sister's house cuz the power was out in my house. it was only my mom and i, which means it was one of my favorite mornings.

i don't know what i did during the day.

at night i met up w bunny to go grocery shopping together. and we didn't ds later cuz i still didn't have electricity in my home. we (my family and i) hung out at my sister's for a bit and i played with my niece that drew a heart that said i love you and gave it to me.

:✧ ̗̀➛ tuesday 5th

gave my presentation. i was really nervous, i mean, my stomach hurted and i thought i was going to vomit. but when i saw that one of my classmates was nervous too i mostly just wanted to reassure her. i feel like i spoke normally and i didn't mess up that much. i felt really disconnected to everyone else's presentations. they were very corny, in my opinion. but there were some good ones (like mili's)

i walked around the city during my free time. accidentally got myself join in a charity org.

for my next class i started to feel sick. i don't know what it is, i think i`m somatizing or whatever.

:✧ ̗̀➛ wednesday 6th

i went to sleep quite late (around 1am) and i had multiple lattes during the day which made me sick. i worked, and after i think i took a nap? i don't remember.

i didn't get to ds with bunny this night but i didn't overreact about it. actually, i was the one who brought up the idea of skipping ds this night so he could rest. i think that made me have some kind of power over the matter.

:✧ ̗̀➛ thursday 7th

went to my psychiatrist appointment by myself (my mom said she wanted to come with me, but changed her mind cuz she felt sick with the flu).

i didn't get a coffee after the appt because i felt like that would only be fun if i had my mom with me. also, i didn't wanna spend money - which seems stupid cuz i did buy cookies and an alfajor and a white monster.

i texted my mom that i wanted to have mate with her when i came back and we did.

after i took a nap and i felt bed-rotty again. i knew i had to get up but i just didn't feel like it. i finally did when it was time for the meeting. i think i had some ugly thoughts based on what i tweeted abt being a rotting corpse and how being alive is a nightmare.

when on ds with bunny i felt incredibly irritated by the noise of him talking. it's just the noise tho.

:✧ ̗̀➛ friday 8th

slept basically all day. was awake for short periods of time in which i ate, fed my cat, and worked.

:✧ ̗̀➛ saturday 9th

felt sleepy for most of the day but around 5pm i started to feel more awake. i journaled a lot and had mate with my mom. it was a very calm day.

at night i talked with bunny and we didn't argue. i think he was scared that i hadn't replied to his texts about not dsing last night but i was just sleeping.

:✧ ̗̀➛ sunday 10th

i'm working and i assume i'll be done by 2pm max. my stomach hurts a lot but i'm still eating fried things, a latte and candy.

:✧ ̗̀➛ monday 11th

:✧ ̗̀➛ tuesday 12th

:✧ ̗̀➛ wednesday 13th

[paleparearchive]

One-Step Growth

Van Gogh's 2nd initial 3★ story (1/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: kitchen (morning) ; museum hallway (morning) | Characters: Van Gogh, Renoir, Gauguin, Monet, Bazille, Watteau, Millet

Van Gogh: I'm hungryyy! What's for lunch todaaaay?

Millet: So you came too, Van Gogh. I'll get it ready now, just wait a bit.

Monet: Ya came just in time! It's freshly made, so ya better eat it fast.

Bazille: Monet, don't talk with something in your mouth. It's bad manners.

Monet: I know that! Jeez, you’re like my mom, Bazille.

Gauguin: … How are you doing?

Van Gogh: I’m feeling good! What about you, Gauguin? Is everything okay?

Gauguin: More or less… I guess.

Van Gogh: I see. Let's do our best together!

(Gauguin has dark circles under his eyes… I was working late yesterday too, but I guess Gauguin didn't sleep much either.)

Gauguin: … What’s wrong?

Van Gogh: Uh!? W-What?

Gauguin: No, it’s just… you were staring at me.

Van Gogh: Ah, no. It’s nothing! Sorry!

Millet: Thanks for waiting. We got some nice vegetables today.

Van Gogh: Ah…!

(Stuffed green peppers... I...I don't like green peppers…)

Millet: Is there anything wrong? Could it be that you don’t like green peppers?

Van Gogh: No no! I’ll eat it rapidlyyy! Bon appetiiit!

T-Tasty! I think I could eat more of this!

Millet: Good. There are refills, so eat plenty.

Monet: Ya like green peppers that much, Van Gogh? Then ya can have mine!

Gauguin: Ah, Van Gogh doesn’t–

Monet: Here, here! The food is better enjoyed by those who like it!

Van Gogh: T-Thank you…

(I managed to eat them and now I've gained them again…! I-I have to do my best to eat it...! They went to the trouble of having it made, it would be bad if I left it behind…)

Bazille: That's a lot of it. Bell peppers are high in vitamin C, which makes you less likely to catch a cold. Artists tend to live irregular lives and should take more of it. I'll go ask Millet for a refill.

Van Gogh: !? Cough…! N-No, I’m fine! Some of you haven't had it yet, right? I also got a lot of Monet's!

Bazille: He said he had plenty, so it’s fine. If you like it, don't be afraid to eat it.

Van Gogh: Y-Yeah… Thanks…

(A-Aaargh… No matter how many I eat, I can’t finish them…!)

Gauguin: …

—

Van Gogh: (Uuuh… It took me a long time to finish eating… Sorry Millet-san, but I may not even want to look at green peppers for a while…)

(I didn't sleep much last night, so I'll take a little nap in my room and rest…)

Yaaawn.

Gauguin: … Van Gogh. Are you okay?

Van Gogh: W-What? Everything is totally fine!

Gauguin: Well, okay then, but... Don't push yourself too hard.

Van Gogh: I'm not pushing myself! I'm fine, I’m fine!

(I hope I didn't put him off... Gauguin is tired, too.)

Renoir: –Well, let's do it. We can all go now, right?

Monet: We're fine with it. We just finished lunch.

Bazille: Good grief… I told him to rest after eating, but he wouldn't listen anyway.

Watteau: We gotta have fun while we can, right? Let's waste no time and get going, let’s go!

Van Gogh: Uh… What's up with everyone? Did something happen?

[onlyseokmins]

That sounds good, i hope the same for you. If you want, let me know. Hahah i would make him my model though. I guess you're right about that but for now i only own a Polaroid camera. Here everyone walks around with a phone to take pictures hahah only those who are really interested in photography use a camera

But still i think that's really good 🤗 so it's for me with english, writing and reading but speaking is not so well. Aww no but you can still try and learn it little by little 😭 haha only for you though 😌 il mio Bell'amico ✨️

Yes and i am surprised there will be some changes now finally. Because you can't work this toxic people at all!

Oh that sounds nice though but take care! A mini nap is always nice but dangerous 🥲 yes, everything is going well <333 ah do you know  Panzerotto fritto?

Polaroids are super cute!!! And cool!! I, too, am guilty of using only my phone haha, I used to have an old Vivitar camera and go through handheld/printable ones like crazy when I was little 🤣 but fr if you see someone w/ an actual camera, you know they're the real deal!

I am sure you speak it lovely! But fr even when I'm listening to native speakers of any kind, they talk so fast ahahaha and the worst is that I mess up my own English all the time 💀 and istg I still have a weird accent from when I was an infant but that might just be me plus I always pronounce things wrong in my head 🤡 but yeah! I know a few words here in there in different languages but one day it'd be nice to be more fluent! With time, with time <3 and ☺️ mi amiga es hermosa tambien!

Changes are good sometimes! Haha so true though, I wish I could take naps w/o consequence 😭 and ooh I don't think I've ever had a full one but parts off of my mom's plate at a restaurant. Not that there are any more decent Italian restaurants these days! 😔

[imaginewithtearose]

could I please get hc for when m/c who they have a crush on in a moment of where they are alone and all sincere and and peaceful( these kinda moments) admits to Lilia, Leona, Malleus and Trey that they are like a father to them? like how would they react then and there and after that lmao....

I got motherzoned by my crush.... we are the same age, but his mom is deceased and he said he appreciates my friendship becauae I emotionally fill in that space with my worrying, caring nature and I am so sad but also kinda honored but mostly just broken haha it hurts somehow haha

Dude, i feel you, this happened the same to me... My crush said to me that i was like her mother... T_T lets honor this with some twst boys suffering the same

Lilia, Leona, Malleus and Trey getting fatherzoned by the reader.

Lilia

It was the perfect moment for a confession. You two talking under the stars, sitting at each others side...

He is going to say something, to confess his feelings for you in a sweet way while he looks at your face and you look at the stars, but his plans are ruined when you start talking.

“Honestly, Lilia, I'm glad to meet you, because... You are like the father i needed here in the campus!”

The w h a t

He is so used to other people calling him dad and grandpa (for his age) BUT WHY IT HAD TO BE YOU TOO!?

He stands there an just stares in silence.

“Im also glad... Y/n... Fufufu, i guess i have another mouth to feed” says while laughing and looking at the sky

In his inside he is so heartbroken. He needs to go to the light music club and sing a song about this. Or make himself a cup of tomato juice.

But right now he understands that he has to wait until you see him less like a father and more like a lover.

Probably will go and google it. Or will go to old fashioned “how to court” book.

He will try again later, he has time.

Leona

You two were chilling in the botanical garden, the place was in his perfect climate and the grass was just too soft it makes you want to take a nap in there.

Leona purrs sofly while looking at you stretching your arms then leaning to his side to rest. He knows this is the time to say it. He has to make you know he wants you to be alongside this king forever.

He moves some strands of hair in your face wanting to kiss you, but then...

“Thanks, Leona, im so happy to have you. You really are like a father figure to me, more than a brother figure.”

...

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Excuse me?" “Yeah, you are so protective with me, and help me when im in danger, haha, it feels nice to have a dad here.”

Literally stops purring and looks at the grass like his pride has been destroyed.

While you doze off to sleep in his shoulder, he just wonders what did he do wrong, with his tail moving so quickly that indicated his anger towards this.

He is supposed to be seen like a lover, not like a father! Fuck off y/n.

He gets mad and decides that he will not give up, but will wait for the right moment. Hm, maybe this herbivore will be difficult to catch.

Malleus

Another night walk in the Ramshackle door made this moment perfect. You two just talking and enjoying the stars and the cold of the night. The little flowers that had been growing on the garden, and just the moonlight illuminating your path.

His feelings for you have been difficult to admit, that's why he waited for a perfect opportunity like this. He stops and watchs you smile at the moon, and before he can say something-

“You know, Tsunotaro, i always wanted to thank you for taking care of me so much. You give me advice, you help me when im in trouble, and always accompany me, to me, you are the perfect father figure! Hahaha!”

??????

He doesn't understand, child of man, what do you mean?

Are you saying that he will do a good father and want to have children with you?

He blushed from just thinking that and his tail goes crazy, but when you explain what you mean he just frozes in place.

“ Oh, i see. Your friendship is so deep that you see me like family... Like a parent figure exactly. ”

He is so disappointed:( he knows how much parents mean to humans! But he has see you on a different light.

Probably asks Lilia for advice later, but now he walks with you with his tail hidden.

Trey

Sometimes you two enjoyed to relax in the rose gardens. It be walking, painting the roses, or just sitting down.

It was one of these times, where you and Trey just were sitting in the grass besides a beautiful rose bush. The night was slowly appearing in the horizon. And Trey just feel that it was the perfect time to confess his feelings to you.

He put a hand to your shoulder, locked eyes with you, and then...

“You know, Trey, I'm so happy to have a friend like you. You're like a father figure to me. I always need that here.”

W

Did you

Did you just-

Ok, of all of the rest of the characters here, he seems more shocked about it.

He has been said that he is like an older brother. Wich he is. Like, to many people but- A dad??? Father??? Holy spirit???

He just watches and laughs to let go of the situation. “Always happy to help my new adopted son”

But deep inside him, he is sad. He probably will go to Riddle so he can say him this. Cater hears it and just says “Thats rough”

And then fucking Ace says “YOU'RE MY DAD, BOOGIE BOOGIE BOOGIE”

Thanks Ace.

Ok but, he feels defeated. Though he decides to wait a little more. He has your trust and doesn't want to break it now.

He hopes before you two graduate, he can make you love him. And if you don't, at least he has a good friend

Hope this answer pleases you and helps you deal with your situation! TwT it was fun writing, request more anytime!

[dashofmonsters]

Roommates & Renovations Pt. 7

Merman x F!Reader

"Well, that all happened," you sigh.

Yen exhales sharply and runs his hands through his hair, "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, stressed, the usual," you shrug. "But at least we won't have to worry about the Queen or the trial anymore."

He nods and downs a glass of water, "I'm still worried though, if Achara becomes the new Queen my mother and aunt will try to pry in the palace politics for their own personal gain."

"Are they really that bad?" you grimace.

Yen let's out a breathy laugh, "They disowned me when I divorced the Queen. My father tried to keep in contact afterwards but it ended when my mother discovered what he was up to. He used to ask me about my divorce and if-" He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.

"If you could help him divorce your mom?" you ask. Yen nods his head. "Divorce is a sore subject for your people huh?"

"It's not widely accepted and it's considered embarrassing to most. My father wanted something discreet and I was going to ask Varen but, my mother ended up cutting us off. I haven't spoken with him in years now," Yen's face scrunches, a quiet pain in his eyes.

He hasn't spoken much about his family but you knew his relationship with them was strained.

"Maybe once things have been settled we can find someway for you to see him, without your mom or aunt," you take his hand and bring it up to press a kiss to his palm.

Yen leans in closer and places his head on your shoulder, "That would be wonderful, if not almost impossible my light."

You turn your head and place another kiss on his forehead, "In the meantime I'll get in contact with my doctor and see what she can do about your condition. Hopefully it'll be an easy fix."

He grumbles and nuzzles against you, "I know you want to fix all this but I really don't want to talk about this anymore, I feel like it's all we've done today."

"Alright then," you agree. "Then what do you want to do today, aside from going clothes shopping?"

Yen sits up and looks at you confused.

"You ruined most of your clothes and I'm not doing laundry every other day. Also, I've been itching to see you in something other than jeans and a plain t-shirt," you pinch his arm and he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, fine but at least let me take a nap first," he groans.

You laugh and smooch his cheek, "Ok, that's fair go get some good sleep my light and I'll clean up around here."

Yen glows a dim pink before hulling you up as he stands. His eyes are normal now and all those rough edges have smoothed out and you start to wonder if maybe, just maybe you can keep that lusty side of him under control by flustering him. It's just a thought, a theory, but one you'll look into when the time comes.

He plops onto the couch while still holding you. You curl in his arms and lean against his chest, "What happened to taking a nap."

"I want to hold you before I go into the tank," his hands give you a light squeeze as he moves you till you're straddling him. You raise a brow at this new position but you don't complain. His hands gently glide up your arms till he's cupping your face. Yen's thumbs rub your cheeks, a tiny bit of his magic seeps out from his palms causing you to lean into his touch.

"Mmm what's this about?" you ask as you feel the slightest pull on your mind.

"I've only ever felt your emotions when you've been stressed or upset. I want to feel other things with you," he dips down and presses his forehead against yours.

You bring your arms up and wrap them around his neck, stretching your hands against his back, "And what am I feeling right now."

Yen nuzzles your cheek and squeezes your hips causing the both of you to jump a little. He laughs and holds you closer to him, "You feel happy, a bit tired and stressed, but still happy... Do I by chance make you happy?"

His voice wavered a little with that question. You purse your lips when you look him in the eye or at least tried to. He looks away from you, his dim pink turning an even dimmer and duller dark blue.

"Why do you do this to yourself my light?" you kiss his cheek, the spot where you pecked turning pink. "Why do you assume the worst before I can even give you an answer?"

Yen's mouth hangs open as he takes a deep breath, another tug at your mind comes and he screws his eyes shut.

"My li-"

He pulls you into a tight hug and you can feel his body shake and shiver.

"I've... I've never felt anything like this from anyone," his voice cracks and his body stiffens. "What is this?"

What is it indeed that he's feeling from you. You care for him a lot, but that word doesn't feel enough. You want him to like himself more, to have more confidence in himself since he's really good at his job and picks things up real quick. You've never felt this way about anyone before, not even with Varen who broke your heart those years ago.

A word lingers in the back of your mind that you're too afraid to confront even if it might be the right name for this feeling. Yen must have read your emotions because his fingers dig into you as if to anchor you to him.

"What is this?" he asks again, though his voice is hoarse and he coughs.

Water, he needs to get into his tank now. You try and pry yourself from him but his hold on you is firm.

"Yen, you're drying up! You need to hydrate now!" you squirm in protest but he doesn't let up. "Please! Just go and we'll talk about this later ok? I just need some time, please."

You feel a sting at the corner of your eyes and before you can bat the impending tears away Yen kisses you. It's a soft and gentle kiss that makes you feel as if you're floating. He kisses you again, his lips slightly chapped. The breath between the kiss is like a whisper, drawing you closer so you can hear better.

"I love you," he speaks against your lips before kissing you again.

A stream of salty tears pave their way down your cheeks then Yen's. Slowly and carefully he picks you up and lays you onto the couch as he kneels down next to you. You can feel how dry he is, his skin cracking and the red scratches on his face open and blood smears.

Yen's eyes are blood shot when he looks at you, his lips peeling as he tries to speak, "We'll rest today my light, we both need it after everything that's happened. Tomorrow, we'll go on a proper date."

He kisses your forehead and slowly gets up and limps to the hatch. You try to get up but something's holding you down. Magic.

It's not a heavy push or a pull to stay on the couch but a shield to keep you from getting up. You try calling out his name but the splash of water drowns your voice out. The shield drops then and you scramble to to the front door. You wheel around the house and to the door to the basement. It's cold and dark save for the dim light from Yen's tank.

There's a strange stale smell in the air, stagnant and still. Your skin crawls the closer you get to it. You've felt this before, a long time ago when your school was letting its students get a feel for forbidden and dangerous magic.

Why would there be something like that here, you think. Your feet take you to the furthest corner of the basement and away from Yen despite what your entire brain and body is telling you. The strange smell is strong here and everything in you is telling you to run. There's a lot of forbidden items that will do that to a person, all of them too deadly if you're constantly that close to them.

You suddenly feel a chill run up your spine and your heart nearly stops. Yen's been in here, his equipment is here and... You run out of the basement and slam the doors behind you. You make a mad dash back into the house and grab your phone, calling your friend who loaned Varen her phone.

"Lin is Varen still there?" you pant.

"A hello would be nice, but yeah your hunk of an ex is still here," Lin replies.

"I need to talk to him, I think someone smuggled in a restricted magic item," you whisper.

Lin goes quiet on the phone for a second, "That's a very big accusation considering what's going on. Are you sure?"

"Lin I felt it. Now please let me talk to Varen," you plea.

You hear Lin shift the phone and walk around before muttering something.

"I've barely been gone for what two hours and there's already trouble? What now?" Varen sighs.

"There's an RMI in my house," you repeat.

Varen groans, "Of fucking course there is. Did you touch it?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I didn't touch it! The damn thing is in my basement behind Yen's equipment," you exhale sharply and try to collect yourself.

"Right, who all has access to the basement aside from you two?" he asks.

"The two guys Yen had hired on, both human," but you can't think of how either would have gotten ahold of the item or known how to handle it.

"Correction, both seem human. We've been dealing with a lot of glamour related incidents recently and forging an identity has been a major issue. If the Queen invested in a glamour potion within the last few months I'll let you know. For now, only you and Yen are allowed in the basement. I'll send someone to remove the RMI tomorrow," his words have a terrible bite to them. You can almost see him festering in his own thoughts while pacing back and forth.

You know how strained things can get when the mortal and fae realm clash and this incident will have everyone on edge. The borders are temporarily shut down for the trial and investigation, gods only knows what would happen if word got out that a glamoured fae snuck passed all that and caused trouble here.

"Alright, and I'll text Lin's number if I find anything else. How long are you staying there?" you ask.

"Till next week or until I'm called back. I'll update you if I find anything out about the glamour and whenever said someone will come over to remove the object. I suggest keeping Yen away from the basement in the meantime if you can," Varen suggests.

"I would if he didn't practically live in it... oh gods do you think that thing has been the reason he's been-"

"Don't jump to conclusions but you might be onto something. Have him stay in the lake for now, he told me it's breathable enough. Neither of you should chance this, I'm surprised he hasn't felt it at all... That is unless it was attuned to him," his voice drops to a whisper and he chokes on the last few words.

To have an item of magic attuned to you is one things, perfectly normal and it's great to keep things from getting stolen. To have a restricted magical item attuned to you is the same as having an illness locked onto you, slowly draining your energy or infecting your mind. There's no telling how long it's been down there and what it's been doing to him.

"I...I gotta go, I'll update you if anything happens," you hang up the phone before Varen can say anymore and run towards the hatch. You take a deep breath and jump in, knocking on the sides of the tank as you descend.

You dive down and forward, staying close to the pocket of air at the top. After a couple minutes of swimming you feel a tug on your legs and you're being pulled down into Yen's arms. One of his eyes is all black while the other looks completely normal. You point upwards so you can talk with him but he pulls you in closer and kisses you, his magic filling you up.

The spell quickly turns you and you push away from Yen once you're able to breathe, "Yen you have to get out of the tank now, there's a restricted magical item down here. It's pretty bad, come on." You tug on his arm to follow you but he remains still. You look back down at him and see that his eyes are screwed shut and he shakes his head furiously.

Something's wrong, really really wrong. You tug harder and he reels, clutching his head. You swim down to him and grab his shoulders and try to swim upwards. It's a slow ascend back up and you drop Yen a couple times but he's not struggling. By the time you're close to the hatch he swims past you and nearly flies out of the tank.

You hear him cough and toss around as he gets used to breathing air again. You debate climbing out of the tank with his spell still on you so you linger at the top and hold onto the edge. His violent thrashing slows and he flops onto his back, chest heaving.

"Yen you need to calm down, take deep slow breaths," you urge him.

He stutters something and groans as he curls into a ball. His face contorts with pain, his eyes black and puffy and claws grow longer and sharper, digging into the hardwood floor.

You curse whoever did this to him as you decide to pull yourself up out of the tank, you'll hold your breath if you have to. Luckily the spell wears off once you're out. You go to his side and haul him into your arms, turning his face just enough so you can get a better look.

The skin around his eyes look bruised and his lips are pale. What the hell is going on? When did that RMI get there and why is it so bad now, why now?

Suddenly you hear a knock at your door. You're not expecting anyone and you have the next few days off so no one should be bothering you. Your phone goes off and you debate grabbing it or staying by Yen, it's a tough choice but you end up going for your phone and answering it.

"Answer the door," Varen says then hangs up.

You quickly pad your way to the front door and swing it open. A tall elven woman in sunglasses with bunched up red hair stands at your door with a ridiculously large tie-dye rainbow purse all the while wearing a lab coat.

"Rori, you're-"

"Here, yes yes I know. Where is he?" she pushes past you and shoves her purse into your hands. You don't argue, that's one of the few things you learned early on about your doctor.

You close the door and chase after her, watching as she kneels down and curiously inspects Yen. She makes several humming sounds as she peels open his eyes and mouth, picks up his hand and checks his pulse... you think.

"Where's the RMI?" she looks around.

"It's in the basement where he's at most of the time," you answer, watching as she rises and pauses with too much dignity for someone wearing polka dot pants.

She demands that you lead her down to the basement, showing you a string of texts and papers clearing her to inspect it. You nod your head and as you lead the way you text to double check with Varen. It all checks out.

Rori makes a face of absolute disgust and tears her glasses off the second she gets a whiff of that stale stagnant magic. Her yellow eyes stare right in its direction and her nose scrunches, "Vile nasty little thing."

She crosses her arms before making several frustrated hand gestures, "I cannot fucking believe this got past border security! Are you fucking serious?!"

That's what you've been thinking. How and why and who?

"Is there anything you can do for Yen?" you ask her, slowly approaching her side.

Your doctor twirls around and places her hands on her hips, "I've never had a merfolk as a patient but I know the further away he is from this thing the better. Back up we go!"

You and Rori make a plan to take Yen not to the lake but to a nearby freshwater pond big enough for him to stretch and sleep in. It's clean and managed by the next city over who Varen apparently pulled some strings to get them to loan it to Yen.

It's a hour drive there so you and Rori put Yen in the backseat where she'll splash some water on him ever so often. Little by little and the further you are away from home the better he looks. You glance back every stoplight and every stop sign to check.

By the time you get to the pond Yen has slowly started to wake up, his eyes blood shot and dry. A team of doctors and local law enforcement help Yen into the pond and to your doctor's clear dismay, check his vitals.

"If they just asked me what had happened I'd tell them he was under the influence of an RMI but nooooooooo, let them fiddle away," she leans against your car and throws her hands up in the air.

You're thankful for her fitful attitude and its distractions or else you'd be tossing yourself at Yen and asking everyone around him to be careful and gentle with him and that he's been through a lot. They probably know, Varen would have hinted at the importance of the city loaning us the pond.

Yen groans and coughs loudly then, pulling you away from Rori's loud pouting. Two orc officers are slowly settling him into the pond with the utmost care but the one holding Yen by his shoulders nearly drops him when Yen rolls over to cough. You run to his side or at least try to but you're stopped by a naga in a lab coat.

You look to Yen and you see him muttering something to the officers holding and they holler at the naga to let you through. Yen's tail hits the water first as he's lowered in and you hear a sigh of relief. Once he's up to his chest he waves to officers off and thanks them for their help.

"How do you feel?" you ask him as you plop down next to him, not caring that your clothes have gotten soaked.

"Better...what happened to me?" he swallows hard and coughs.

"Someone snuck a RMI into the basement, behind all your equipment. Varen's got an idea who it might be and how they got one but-"

"The Queen? Not hard to believe, the palace owned several that I tried to have destroyed but I was outnumbered. Some voted on using them for 'defense'... Let me guess she paid someone to hide it and gave them a glamour," he looks at you with tired eyes, his breathing finally evening out.

"That's... that's been the only theory thus so far but yeah. Do you know of any RMIs that were in the palace that could force your bedroom eye behavior but ten times more intense?" you ask him.

He looks confused for a moment then his eyes widen with horrific realization. His face twists and he looks like he's about to be sick.

"Yen, my light...?" you press and hand to his shoulder and it glows a light pink. His eyes stare right at your hand that's on him and his eyes start to water. He pulls you into his arms and you squeak at the sudden and very public display of affection.

"Thank the gods," you hear him mutter, "it was all real."

Before you can ask him what he means you feel a light tap to your shoulder and look up to see Rori wearing a shit eating grin.

"Hate to interrupt but Varen sent someone to pick up the RMI ahead of schedule. They'll either need the keys to the house or for you to show them where it is," she gestures with her head that you should probably go.

You look back to Yen who just smiles and shrugs, "I'll be safe here my light. Officer Bran said they'd have security posted around here and only people I'm close with or have personal permits from Varen can get anywhere near me."

That makes you feel a tiny bit better but you'd rather stay with him. You'll go home of course, but you'd rather be here. Yen lets out a breathy laugh and kisses your cheek. You can feel him magic pour into you, but unlike before where it flowed like a calm stream this flowed in like a rapid river.

"Stay safe, if anyone or anything tried to hurt you you'll be teleported here. I can't be there with you but my magic can," he nuzzles your cheek and places a tingling kiss to your forehead. "And that one's to dry you off once you get out of the water."

"My hero," you giggle and kiss him back. You tried to be quick about it but he held you long enough for Rori to clear her throat and poke at his head.

"I'll keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. You go take care of things on the homefront smalls," Rori grins.

You groan, "Oh for fucks sake, can you stop calling me that."

Rori and Yen giggle and you eye your boyfriend who you know is going to stash that nickname in his arsenal.

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The drive back home was stressful, you kept shifting in the seat and tapping the steering wheel. When you pull up to the driveway there are two armed cars and at least twenty people on standby. A tall fae you sort of recognize greets you and hands over the paperwork and his id that you check with Varen. You do this nineteen more times, but you'd rather be safe than sorry.

A group of three, a fae, a minotaur, and a naga, are charged with removing the RMI. You lead them to the basement that's being heavily guarded by ten people. You're not to go in for safety reasons until they send someone in to purify the house of the stagnant and stale smelling magic.

The minotaur holds a heavy duty metal box that they plan to put the item in. The naga is armed to the teeth, wearing a dual realm approved protection vest, good against magic and mundane attacks.

The fae heading the group was in fact an old colleague of Varen's though he transferred to realm border safety and became a specialist in RMIs.

You wince when everyone reels back as the tainted magic rolls over them. The naga grimaces and readies himself as he follows behind the others. Everyone else goes back to position but you can tell they're nervous.

The air is thick and you can hardly breathe as you wait for them to come back out. You back yourself up against the treeline to try and relax only to have a guard run up to you.

"Sorry I can't let you out of my sight," the orc sighs.

"Figures, someone placed something like that in my house that could have put a lot of people in danger," you shrug.

"Thank you for understanding," he nods.

You stand against a tree while your orc guard stands next to you as stiff as a board. You feel a strange sensation, dizzy and lulling. You shake your head, tired, just tired. You try and snap out of it but it's got a firm hold on you whatever it is. You don't like this...

"Psst, hey hey you," you wave at the orc and beckon him closer. He raises a brow but moves in closer nonetheless. You whisper something to him and he nods his head. You both feign a laugh and he goes back to his post waving off your 'joke'.

The magic wraps around you even more then, you become dizzy and wobbly, your eyes heavy. You fight to keep them open to watch the trio exit the basement but you finally give in and then hands wrap around your throat.

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You and your attacker fall into the pond with a heavy splash, they thrash and try to grab for you but you're faster and get to the shore in record time. Rori hollers for an officer to grab the perp but Yen tosses him out and they land with a hard thud.

They curse and try to scramble to their feet only for them to get dragged up by an orc. The officer forces him to straighten up and every terrible suspicion Varen had came true. It was one of the workers Yen requested to be hired on. The young man snears, his face distorting and inhuman features start peeping out.

You look to Yen, his face awash in shock and rage. His eyes start to turn black and Rori begs him to calm down. He's not listening, the water around him spikes and his magic starts to whip against the wind. He's pissed, so are you. You turn to the man and he gives you a toothy grin before spitting on you.

Yen's magic lunges out but your fist makes contact with the man's face first. The orc holding him stammers and Rori barks in laughter while Yen's magic just drops. The man spits out a tooth and growls at you so you kick him.

Another orc officer carefully and very nicely asks you to leave him alive enough for interrogation. You secede with a grumble, giving the man... the bogg... a death glare as you stomp off and back into the water.

"He really had the balls to try and scope shit out while they were removing the RMI, fucking stupid!" you seeth.

Yen swims up to you immediately and wraps his arms around you. You're still not used to public displays of affection and your doctor knows this.

"Oh my dear smalls, all grown up and has a mate," she playfully wipes away a tear. You turn and glare up at her. "But on another note, we've confirmed a few things about Yen's condition. It's very similar to saltwater merfolk mating behavior but with the additional of your said bedroom eyes."

You look to Yen and he smiles at you, "Good news I guess?"

"It's manageable, so yes," Yen grins.

Rori and Yen explain that the RMI was used as a 'party favor' by the Lakes' palace to heighten sexual desires and primal instincts during its more hedonistic era. According to them they theorize that the Queen had that bogg plant the RMI in rather recently to have Yen go bonkers right before her trial. She just didn't think that you'd be able to identify magic.

With the item out of the way Yen's condition won't be an issue but it'll still need to be monitored since no one has any data on freshwater merfolk and human pairings. Rori then goes onto teasing the both of you relentlessly until she spotted a shirtless orc running past the pond's park.

"And that's your doctor?" Yen snickers.

"She's also an old family friend, her and Priscilla go way back," you shrug, overly used to her antics. "So how are you feeling?"

"Better, my head doesn't feel as muddled as it has been. I should have known something wasn't right," he grits.

"Like Rori said, there was no way you could have know it was there. The RMI was attuned to you and-"

"That's not what I meant... I should have been more careful, I should have known that she'd try to pull some fucking last minute trick just to fuck everything up and drag me into her trial," Yen seethes, his tail slapping the pond in frustration.

"You can't keep beating yourself up for this, it wasn't your fault," you take his hand and quickly place the briefest kiss on the back of it.

The gesture was not lost on Yen, he knows you're not too fond of PDA or having him call you all those little nicknames in public. His face relaxes and his shoulders settle back down, he's been on edge and tense since being at the pond.

"I never wanted you to get involved with any of my problems but you've been tackling them head on and you have no idea how much that means to me. We knew dating each other would have some issue but I have so much baggage, possible war against the realms kind of baggage," he pauses and runs a hand through his hair as if to gather his thoughts. "But I want to start putting that behind me, I can't keep using all that as an excuse for who I am."

Where the hell is all this coming from, you think. Did Rori and Yen have a long drawn out conversation about your relationship? You're happy that he wants to put all this crazy stuff with the Queen and the Lakes behind him but you're panicking a little because this feels like it's coming from nowhere.

"So yeah....," he sighs. "I just wanted to get that off my chest and uhh that I'd still like to take you on a date, a real date and not just to buy me clothes. We can do that first and then plan a date."

Your heart flutters, not because of the date but because he's put so much thought into it. That he thought of prioritizing the time you two spent together and it touched a part of you that you haven't felt in a really long time.

"That sounds nice. Once the house it cleared for us to go back let's plan on getting you new clothes asap. New, real clothes, not just t-shirts, jeans, and sweatpants," you poke at him and he rolls his eyes.

You both talk about what kind of clothes would look good on him and you learn he has quite the aversion to shorts and khakis. He does make it a point to note that he will in fact be buying t-shirts just because he likes how they feel and they're easy to take off.

At some point you have to get out of the pond even with Yen's dry spell on you just to stretch and walk about. You overhear from a couple of the officers stationed several feet away that they're worried this incident might cause problems between realms. A few of the doctors who stayed after most probably got chased off by Rori are worried about how scrawny Yen is and if that's normal. Oh if only they knew how much he really puts away.

You think about going to your car until you remember you were teleported here. That'll be a future me problem you decide as you head back towards the pond.

A buzz from your phone has you stopping to check it. A string of texts from 'Lin' lighting up the screen.

Lin: This is Varen. I'm going back to the fae realm after today. The High Court moved her trial to Friday and I have to get the RMI and that bogg there and processed. In order to keep things uncomplicated please just agree to whatever compensation will be sent to you. One check will be for your own personal distress from the events that have occurred and the other will be for any and all setbacks on the town's reconstructions and renovations. And as Lin suggested I'll be getting a throw away phone to use to update you on the trial.

You text him back a quick reply and let him know that the RMI was the cause for the escalation of his condition then shove your phone back into your pocket. When you get back to the pond you see Yen talking it up with one of the doctors who commented on his weight. They laugh and make a couple faces and you're just so happy that he can be joking around after all that's happened.

"Did I miss anything while I was gone?" you ask.

"Oh no, not really. Oh we'll be able to go home soon though, they just have to finish purifying it," Yen smiles.

The doctor dismisses himself and runs back to his group. Yen tells you that they were worried if he's not been eating due to stress or the effects of the RMI but he just has ridiculously high metabolism.

"Ah yeah so we might have to find a ride home since my car is well-"

Yen barks out laughing, "Ohh gods I didn't even think about that! Think we could talk one of the cops into giving us a ride back?"

Luckily one of them does agree to and it's one of the orcs who helped Yen in the pond. He's nice and very very talkative. The ride home is filled with back and forth banter between Yen and officer Kirill who are both big fans of the movie remakes starring all sorts of peoples from the fae realm. They end up exchanging numbers using your phone since Yen left his at home so they can talk and criticize the movies and shows together.

Officer Kirill helps you get Yen into the house and to the hatch. You offer him some coffee but he declines it saying he's got a buttload of work he's got to catch up on and reports to file.

After he leaves you stand in the middle of the house and take a long deep breath. The hard part of this nightmare is over, you think. There's a ton of evidence stacked up against the Queen and that bogg is in realm custody. Yen's condition is no longer an issue and you'll be handsomely compensated for the troubles the both of you had been put through.

So why does it feel like something is still amiss?

You hear the hatch slide open and Yen pulling himself up but not getting out. His complexion is already looking a million times better but the look on his face is troubling.

"Is everything alright?" you ask him.

His brows scrunch and he sighs, "Yes... no... I don't know, I feel like-"

"We're forgetting something?" you shrug.

"Sort of, I just have this feeling like this isn't over? Like we're just sitting on the edge waiting for good news or bad news to strike. I think it's because it's been one thing after another," Yen groans and tosses his head back. "Like when is the next bad thing going to happen and what will it be?"

That was it, that's the strange feeling that was starting to gnaw on you.

"We've gotten too used to bad shit happening all the time I think," you joke, sliding in next to him and slowly sitting down.

"I just feel like even after the trial, even after my sister gets the throne and my mother is happy sitting in the palace that there's something else that might happen... something else that would-"

You wrap your arms around him and hold him as tight as you can, "It's done Yen, at least with all that. Sure things might come up in the future whether it's with work or our personal lives but we'll manage. We got through this so anything else that comes our way will seem small compared to this," you kiss his cheek and lean against his shoulder.

His body shudders and tightens, "This nightmare is really over huh?"

"That particular nightmare that is. We still have to go clothes shopping," you poke at him.

Yen starts laughing an infectious laugh, his body a glow with a light green. He scoops you up in his arms and just holds you, giggling against your neck but you feel something else. Speckles of tears that he wants to hide, that he wants to move past.

"It's over, it's all over," he mutters.

You let him hold you till his tears run dry and he's relaxed in your arms. His eyes look tired and you can see days worth of exhaustion on his face. You kiss his forehead and you both agree to go clothes shopping tomorrow, after he's had a nice long rest. He slips back into his tank with a yawn and a lazy wave.

After a few minutes you go around the house flipping all the lights off and putting the a/c on a comfortable temperature. A nap sounds good you think, a well deserved and undisturbed nap. You grab your favorite throw blanket and toss yourself onto the couch. You fall fast asleep in no time with Yen's magic holding you like a gentle hug.

Everything with the Queen is over...

Now everything with you and Yen can finally begin...

<Previous Pt. 6 Pt.8>

[fruitcoops]

Hey! I love your blog and your writing, especially how really you make all the characters feel.

I came out to my mom last night and she just kinda dismissed it as "you'll get over it" so I'm feeling kinda shitty. If you have time, energy and ideas, could you write some parent/child hurt/comfort? Possibly with one of the Lupins/Dumo with Sirius?

Thank you :)

Good news anon! I'm your mom now! You deserve all the love and support and I am so proud of you <3 Here's a headcanon list of Sirius and the Lupins (partially inspired by discussions on the server), and SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for implied bad childhood, mention of the airport outing

- The first time Hope gives him a Midwestern Mom cheek pinch and goes "oh aren't you cute" he just dies a little from sheer affection

- Lyall ruffles everyone's hair (hey, he's tall and a dad. It's just what they do) and even though Sirius is taller than him, Lyall makes an effort to reach up and make him feel included

- Speaking of, Sirius helps him put up holiday lights and it becomes a tradition

- When the news of Sirius' disownment goes public (or whenever Walburga/ Orion talk shit), both Hope and Lyall are ready to throw down 1v1 and Remus really won't stop them

- The armchair in their living room is perfect for naps--Sirius always falls asleep in it at like 9 pm when Coops visit and Hope tucks the nearest blanket around him with a light pat to his head

- (nobody did that for him before her. Sirius has A Lot of feelings the first time)

- Hope knows that Sirius only asks her for recipes when he's super stressed out, so she cherry-picks the most calming and repetitive ones to send him

- He sends her pictures of the finished product with a little " : ) " each time

- Sirius wasn't quite sure how to act around them at first because a) he already had Dumo and Celeste as his adopted parents and b) the Lupins are so,,,,, normal? They're normal, likeable, empathetic people?

- He thought he had to choose between the Dumais and the Lupins and it was very uncomfortable for him until he realized that wasn't true at all--both families loved him in their own way, so he could have both

- All the "I hate my in-laws" jokes simply do not compute

- After the airport (as written about here), he carries the guilt around for a literal age until he comes to understand neither of them blame him or secretly think he's a horrible person

- Lyall lowkey still can't believe his son married The Sirius Black (Sirius notices and thinks it's so fucking funny. Remus is beyond embarrassed)

- At first, Sirius was worried about how Reg would get along with them, but he fit in quite easily. Hope thinks he's the sweetest kid and Lyall thinks his muttered commentary on every hockey game they watch together is hysterical

- There are days Hope fantasizes about personally throwing Walburga and Orion in jail. Not many. But some.

- Reg and Sirius don't talk about their childhood, but the Lupins put it together pretty quick and it breaks their hearts

- Lyall is a chill, quiet, peaceful dude. Would he call Orion a little bitch through a megaphone given the chance? Yup.

- It takes about six months for Sirius to break the habit of going in for a handshake when they meet up and accept the inevitable hug, and when he finally does it's one of the Lupins' proudest moments

- Sirius' physical affection love language thrives in that house

- Sirius: "Do your parents actually like me, or are they just pretending?"

Remus, who has been on the receiving end of Lily's 'haha your parents like your fiancé more than they like you' jokes for half a year: "W h a t."

- All the Lupin love. All of it. Sirius would have been included in the Lupin family reunions/ pictures/ holiday cards even if he didn't put a ring on it

[stopbeingrude]

Hi guys. Happy Gruvia/ Greige day. I wish all of you wonderful time.

That's gonna be the first one shot , i have ever published here, feedback is welcome. I hope It's not that bad and you'll somehow like it lmao.

,,I think I would rather have a plushie as a Christmas gift…., but I guess I shouldn't be too picky."

-Dad? - called 6-year-old Greige, on one December afternoon, when both him and his father were decorating a christmas-tree in the living room . December 24th was slowly approaching. It was Greige's favorite time of the year , because he was able to spend Christmas with all of his family, including all of his uncles , aunts and friends. Not forgetting about grandpa Makarov . Even Uncle Gildards would show up, bringing something for the kids. -I was wondering what would happen if Santa's reindeer suddenly wanted to pee while flying?- asked seriously little boy. No one wanted to tell him that. When he asked big bro Romeo , he just started laughing and then he called him silly. "How could he do that?" -thought heartbroken Greige after. -Heh , where did that come from? ... you know ... they'd have to stop somewhere by, right? Daddy doesn't know much about it- said Gray, trying to keep himself from laughing. He couldn't laugh, he knew it would offend his little angel. Their son hated when someone made fun of him . After all, he was already a big boy, and everyone knows that such must be taken seriously. - So maybe Mommy knows? I will go and ask her,- said the little boy, putting down Christmas decorations . Speaking of mom, he had recently noticed his mother's strange behavior. She had been getting tired very easily lately, she often took naps. He also noticed that she spent an enormous amount of time sewing ,mostly clothing. Well.. he was aware of his mom's hobby, but usually it was limited to sewing plushies, sometimes socks or fixing their clothes. - You know, I don't think mommy knows more than me - said Gray after hanging the last Christmas-ball. - Besides, you know that mommy is sleeping now, right? She hasn't been feeling well lately, so she mustn't be disturbed. Something was off, even Daddy acts differently- thought little Fullbuster Now, that got the boy worried. - Is something wrong with Mommy? - asked slowly Greige He loved Mommy and Daddy most in the world and the very thought of them suffering hurt him deeply. "No, I won't start crying…Boys my age don't do that..." He had often been told that he should stop being such a crybaby (mostly by Yajeh or Nasha . Shutora would never. She was always trying her best to cheer him up,while reminding her twin and little Dragneel that if they won't stop with this stupid teasing, she would make sure both of them would regret it later). Unfortunately Greige could not help it. Whenever someone was hurt or something went wrong, he would usually cry. Turns out he inherited his mom's sensitivity... "Mommy…..something was definitely wrong with her.." The thought of something happening to his dear Mom filled him with great terror once again. He started shaking What if she's ill, or even worse..she's gonna….. "No , no , that's not possible..." - he shook his little head full of dark , curly hair. - I'm overreacting, just like Yajeh told me - No, no.. don't worry, Greige, Mommy's fine, it's nothing serious,"-Gray said quickly, trying his best to calm his son down, giving him a hug and then kissing him on forehead He knew exactly what was going on with his beloved, in fact, when an excited Juvia came back home one evening and informed him of the pregnancy, he was overjoyed. Soon he will be holding his son or daughter in his arms. Then it hit him. The baby might turn out to be a girl, and Gray had no idea how to take care of girls...Dear God….Ok ,ok.. he still has plenty of time to learn. He can always ask Gajeel about it..yes Gajeel or Alzack...even Elfman ( he would never ask Natsu, even if he's life depended on it, that would be too humiliating for him). Wait...it wasn't his top priority right now. After all, he needs to inform his son about the news first. Neither of them was quite sure how to do it. They remembered very well the situation from a few months ago when the Redfox twins got into an argument. Horrified, Greige stated that being an only child is not that bad, since having siblings meant constant war. Although being honest , Greige never

directly told them that he hates the idea of having a sibling . Considering how much time he spent with Nasha and Elfman and Ever's daughter Ember, or year-old Reiki Fernandes, it would seem that he's perfect for the big brother role. Besides, they can't hide it forever, sooner or later he would notice Juvia's belly. However, the biggest concern for Fullbuster was the fact that such news could lead to a longer conversation, which again could lead to uncomfortable questions that Gray was not ready to answer. He is not going to tell his son about the birds and the bees. No, no, hell no… None of them are ready for this! "Come on Gray, what's wrong with you, you just have to tell him. You've been in worse situations….after all, you've fought with all sorts of criminals, weirdos and monsters ,compared to what you've been through, it's nothing''- thought the ice mage But how to start such a conversation? How about …. -Hey Greige, have you written a letter to Santa yet? "Yes, just ask him what he wants for Christmas and make a few innocent suggestions." -Oh no i didn't, thank you for reminding me Dad. - And tell Daddy, what would you like to ask Santa for? The boy was silent for a moment, most likely to think about the answer, but after a while he called out in a loud voice. -I'D LIKE TO ASK HIM FOR PEACE IN THE WORLD AND FOR EVERY POOR PERSON TO GET A BETTER LIFE AND FOR EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY!..... It would also be nice to get a new plushie……but it's not as important. Do you think Santa can do that?-he asked hopefully Gray stood there for a moment, stunned. His baby was truly an angel...wishing happiness upon the entire world, it nearly made him tear up…. but no... he needed to explain to his son that he should wish for something more....... attainable. -Ooh... really..that's....very nice of you, but...I think that such a wish...yym...takes a bit of time and Santa w-won't be able to do it…., why don't you ask him for….. for example a toy like a teddy bear, figurines....or new books or something else...I don't know.......sibling?... Greige looked at him, like he had just proposed to him to take a walk on the rooftop. Where did that come from? What is dad talking about? S-sibling...?? -Sibling? You mean like a little brother or sister? A baby?- asked the little boy loudly. -Yes, that's exactly what I meant, but well you'll need to wait for a while, because it takes time for a baby to….be ready.- mumbled out Gray - So that's not really a Christmas present- stated boy still visibly shocked -...Well y-yes , but... -But didn't you say mommy has been feeling unwell lately?...If we had a baby, wouldn't it be tiring for her?....Besides, do you think we need a new baby? - asked seriously Greige Why would they need a baby? They were living happily in this house , just three of them. It's not like he dislikes babies , they're cute and all…..but it's just simply weird.. -Well... I wouldn't say it's necessary , but it would be nice to have one at home.. don't you think?....- asked his dad Maybe? -And don't worry about mommy, I am sure that she will be so happy with the new baby , it will make her feel better.- stated Gray , this time with a smile -Hello my darlings- Juvia's voice said suddenly They both turned their heads toward the bedroom's door, finding Juvia's tired but smiling face there. Greige quickly got up and ran toward his mother. -Mommy, are you feeling better? Do you need anything?- said the little boy, hugging her legs. Juvia kissed her son's cheek. -Hi sweetheart, Mommy is fine- she answered while taking a seat next to her precious Gray, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. -Did I hear you talking about babies?- Juvia asked, pretending to be surprised, while giving Gray a tiny smirk. - Daddy said it would be nice to have a baby and that it would make you feel better... - he began. - I don't think a baby is necessary, because it would be a little strange that there will be more of us in the house, but if you really wish for one ,then that's fine with me. -Really? Mommy's glad to hear that.-

replied a happy Juvia , giving her husband a big smile. Gray gave her the same smile, but just when he thought everything had been taken care of, there came the soft voice of his baby boy. - Mommy....Daddy...but you won't love the baby more than me, will you? - asked Greige, with his head lowered and tears in his dark eyes. Both Gray and Juvia stood there very surprised, neither of them had even thought of such a scenario. -Greige, what makes you think that?- asked older Fullbuster. -Sunshine, no...- Juvia hugged her son quickly- You mustn't think like that, we would never stop loving you. Remember darling, parents love all their children equally. - You know, its true that we'll have to spend a lot of time taking care of your brother or sister, but you have to remember that they won't be able to do anything on their own. You were like that when you were born too.- said Gray - I'm sorry. I won't do that again- said Greige seriously. -Do you think I offended the baby? I don't want the baby to think I don't want him or her,- said the terrified boy .What if the baby will always remember this and he will never be forgiven. - Don't worry, honey, I'm sure she won't mind,- said the water mage, stroking her belly. -She?-Gray thought. Turns out his wife wasn't telling him everything... -Wait a minute! -said suddenly Greige after a moment of silence -The baby will be in the tummy, just like Reiki was in Auntie Erza's , right? - Well baby is already there, but your right - answered Gray -Daddy? - Yes buddy ? - How did it get there? Shit. -Yyyy… Horrified, Gray turned his gaze to his wife, silently pleading for help. -You know what, angel? It's almost 8pm, I think it's time for you to take a bath, okay?- proposed Juvia, saving her husband from very uncomfortable talk. - Ok Mommy. Will you read me a bedtime story after we finish? - Of course They were already moving towards the bathroom when Juvia quickly turned towards her husband, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered : -You're welcome. Has Gray already mentioned how much he loved his wife?

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( ok I swear it was funnier in my head...Once again Happy Gruvia day !!!)