#UGHH I AM UNWELL

[anaceshornyblog]

You ever think of the potential of an au with Elias being Jon’s therapist and go a little feral?

[t4tstarvingdog]

i’m not joking i used to look so butch and Teenage Dirtbag Boy Version i want to scream and cry

[edgy-dragon-trash]

I should draw my clownsona making out stupid style with Clopin in his jester outfit

[neptuii]

Like I promised; some more of the Heinz Dilemma doodles!

We love our unwell, unpaid, unhappy, unhinged human Bill, am I right, folks? Drawing snakes as hair is NOT an easy task and it took me a while to figure out how the heads should look, especially the angry, front-facing ones In a way it was also therapeutic; I mean look at the guys. Snakes are adorable creaturess Also, Bills crooked, uneven teeth is one of my favorite bits of his description in the fic ughh it fits him so wellll-- And I think it was mentioned he had a slightly crooked nose too as if it healed improperly after being broken?? I couldn't find the bit that said that tho.. Nonetheless, I tried implementing it in his design, but not sure how it turned out

I've never drawn Mabel nor Axolotl so I used these doodles as an excuse to give it a try and, honestly, they aren't half bad for first tries :D drawing triangle Bill is a nightmare which is ironically fitting

fic by @electricalhuzzah

[itadorysss]

updates

I CRIED SO HARD!!

"this is goodbye for now" HOW COILD YOU DO THIS TO ME OMG 😭😭

I WAS BAWLING AND THEN THE EMAIL FROM EREN 💀💀💀 OH MY LORD

I WAS SO EMOTIONAL WHEN MIKASA WAS THINKINF ABOIT EVERYONE LEAVING OMG 💔💔 UGHH STOP

AGAIN THANK YOU SO MICH FOR SHARING THIS WITH US 💗 FAKING IT IS HANDS DOWN MY FAVORITE EREMIKA FIC EVER! THIS FINAL CHAPTER WAS SO AMAZING AND EMOTIONAL OMG 💔💔 I CANT BELIEVE THE STORY HAS COME TO AN END (I KNOW THERES THE EPILOGUE BUT STILL) I SAID THIS BEFORE BUT GIRL YOU ARE SO TALENTED YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING! I LOVE YOUR VERSIONS OF EREN AND MIKASA AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND ALL OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS TOO! I CANT EVEN COUNT HOW MANY TIMES IVE REREAD THIS FIC ITS JUST SO GOOD! THE AMOUNT OF DETAIL YOU PUT INTO YOUR FICS IS INSANE AND WHENEVER I TRY TO READ NEW EREMIKAA ONES I ALWAYS JUST GO BACK TO FAKING IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOUR WRITING 🫶🫶 I REMEMBER STAYING UP LATE CONSTANTLY REFRESHING TUMBLR TO SEE IF U POSTED WHEN THE NEW CHAPTER WAS COMING OUT 😭😭😭💔💔 THIS FEELS LIKE THE END OF AN ERA LIKE GOODBYE CUTE COLLEGE EREN AND MIKASA HELLO TOXIC OBSESSIVE FBI X THIEF EREN AND MIKASA!! IM GOING TO MISS THIS FIC SO MUCH BUT I CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE OF CAPRICE AND HOPEFULLY OTJERS?? ILYY!!

OKAY SO I CALMED DOWN AFTER READING YOUR LAST MESSAGE THEN THIS ONE CAME THROUGH AND NOW I AM CRYING ALL OVER AGAIN!!!

eren was insane for that email! I physically could not leave things on an overly depressing note, plus eren is a freaky guy so of course he'd leave his girl a little parting gift 🤭 and Mikasa LOVED IT, I bet she listens to it on the REGULAR LMAO

IT REALLY IS THE END OF AN ERA!!! cant even count how many time I sat and just fcking sobbed my eyes out while writing this final chapter, I was REALLY all up in my feels over these two, because I did not expect myself to get THIS emotionally attached to these characters, to this world I created. we've really come a long way huh🥹😭

ALSO THE FACT YOUVE READ IT MORE THAN ONCE???🥹 I AM UNWELL MY FACE IS ACHING FROM ALL THE SMILING, MY EYES ARE SO DAMN PUFFY RN

THERE ARE PLENTY OF SPIN OFFS TO COME!! I LOVE THIS WORLD AND THESE CHARACTERS WITH MY ENTIRE HEART AND I THINK THEY WOULD HAVE SO MUCH FUN! MY CHAOTIC FRIEND GROUP🥹❤️ MY MIND IS FULL OF FUNNY SCENARIOS!!!

ILY EVEN MORE, I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR YOUR SUPPORT, AND I HOPE YOU STAY TUNED ON WHATS COMING NEXT! CAPRICE IS WORLDS DIFFERENT FROM FAKING IT BUT IT'LL HAVE ALL THE FEELS!

THIS IS ONLY JUST THE BEGINNING!

[afearsomeartisan]

Ughh I want to do artfight and give people gifts

But it is So Hot and I am Mentally Unwell

[saemihaw]

just very long processing of my thoughts and feelings over stuff.

"it wasn't that big of a thing." "It didn't affect me that much. "

says as I try reading more about the topic and try finding podcast talking about this and feeling unsure about this and crying and feeling frustrated and sad and overeating because I don't find someone mentioning exactly the same situation that I'm wondering about so it's not that then right I'm making this a bigger deal than it isss.

(says as what I read and heard those do in fact fall under that but still it's like... but does it really? Are you sure? Maybe it's just muchh more complicated. maybe it does fall under that but does it mean it really even affects me so what am I crying over about??)

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It's now in my headdddd. It's there. It's right there and I don't know how to feel about this.

Ughhhhhhhh

Also I feel so confused and conflicted. Like how I remember my mother handling that? Because I do clearly remember how she'd be aware of that at some level. because she'd bring it up because it made her uncomfortable.

But like. That's ittt. I don't remember there been any other conversations about this? There could have, but I just don't remember.

But clearly because of that, I'd be doing thingsss. that I have known was bit weird but oh well. but that's actually not really common 😭 to that extent at that ageee..... Also I wonder was she not aware of that at all. like I'd be doing it private yess. but I wonder like uhh.... yeah that in fact is odd. and I feel there wasssss signss.... that like.. I'd be concerned about...

but 🤷‍♀️ idk. am I overthinking thisssss.

literally. am I overthinking all of this.

ughh

how do I look at my mother next Friday when this is everything I'll be thinking about.

Girllll. Seriously that kinda hurts.

honestly I feel kind of betrayed because how can you still when I don't even live with you anymore manage to make me feel more conflicted about you.

I seriously feel just more and more hurt when realizing things.

but at the same time I'm like? But you're nice too..

But I haven't felt fully comfortable around in years honestly. because of all things and yeahh.

stilllllllll. I just miss feeling like I have a mother. she never calls. Rarely see her. and when I do I want to focus more on being with my siblings.

but also she was nice when I went there for a longer time about a year ago after I had quit high school and also didn't currently have a job even though I was kind of waiting from thr place I do now currently work and yeahh.

very understanding when I called her telling her I was quitting school. Not at all mad. Reassuring if I had felt scared to tell I didn't have too.

and I did expect that.

but also I feel conflicted because I feel like if I was still living at home. if I hadn't been going to school, couldn't get out of bed for days. If it was more visible how bad I was doing and I lived at home?

It would have been a big deal, she would have gotten annoyed frustrated, even mad. Especially because of how I have seen her treat my sib who has had struggle with school and stuff. If I was too? she would have gotten mad because 'not you too' and how I'm showing bad example, I'm part of the problem.

Because also she has gotten mad. and been very passively aggressive when I was actually doing so fucking unwell and I was so burnt out and tired and overwhelmed and I tried setting even some boundaries or demanding time for myself and remind everyone that you know I'm not actually third parent right? You know I'm not third adult here right? You know I shouldn't have all this responsibility right?

God forbid I refuse taking my siblings outside one time because I'm honestly just exhausted. I have many panic attacks, daily panic attacks. My hands are literally shaking, I am traumatized over an incident and having to handle that. I was thinking one of my old friend was dead because I didn't hear from them over a month. I have school. I don't have time or energy for school.

I couple times try remind people it shouldn't be my responsibility to constantly look after my siblings. (which I still of course did and would always be actively listening if there's something I should go in between or check or if they need comfort or something)

oh.. I am so lazy apparently. What have I done? Dared to rest in my room. You know you're other sibling has already been outside taking the younger ones outside too, what have you done? What will you do to help us me (her) around here?

I think I just started crying afterwards probably had panic or anxiety attack or something yay cool.

Seriously. how do you get so mad that I remind you these are not my children right? I know one of my siblings has literally called and thought I was their mom as young but you know I'm not one right?

Anyway I don't know what my point was anymore I got side tracked and now I feel mad again udydudr

in her defense there was a lot going on I understand. And she did start understand with time like yeahhhh maybe I do need some time for myself too and maybe I had a point a kid should be like a parent to other kids or that it's not exactly fair to expect that.

Or just because I'd actively have to remind them of that and then complain about it to them and just you knowww. Actively trying to set dome boundaries over that.

And then when I feel she'd start understand and I could actually have some room to breathe and do things I like and wow. I can try prioritize myself too?

You kind of kick me out. I seriously wonder if it was so easy because of that. because I wasn't helping her directly as much. I'd help around still actively and be involved in everything going on but more as in I guess then against how both of my parents would be. while also trying to have some balance of having the responsibility of raising these kids at some level at least.

Like would she have decided to just leave me like that if I had just been as actively doing everything and wasn't so 'difficult' about it.

I feel like idk a year despite stuff I was feeling like wow. Is this how it's supposed to be like? Like I'm not constantly expected and asked to do everything? I am allowed to also prioritize myself??

wow wait... instead of acting like a parent for my siblings all the time. I could spend time with them just as their older sibling?? how had I not thought about that before.

But then she also had time to get more used to that and be like huh. yeah you know what I don't need your help with everything. thanks for helping and having my back for years but I in fact can manage without you now. thanks for the tips of teaching me how to fricking parent and help my kids.

byeeeeeeeeeeee

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lmao😭😭

coooooooool

now I stop because now I'm just ranting about literally everything and what I was originally talking got lost so yeah anyway.

I don't know how I feel going there next Friday.

Everytime I feel anxious going there and cry and feel anxious and have past things more in my head and I expect all bad and then I feel stupid because it's mostly nice going there. I'm literally so happy to spend time with my siblings there. I love them so muchhh.

I'd want to stay because I miss my family. I did not want to move yet then when I had to and I miss living with them so much

now I'm crying

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[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

Went to sleep early because I was feeling unwell, now am WIDE awake at 2:30 am ughh

[loveume]

# lipgloss love 💖

"is it too short?" you ask nervously, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt as you tug it down a bit.

itoshi rin must be unwell, there's no other explanation. he must be, because his girlfriend is standing in front of him with a skirt on, you barely wear skirts, and all he can think about is why you aren't wearing any lip gloss.

"whe–

you cut him off before he can get the words out. "you're right, i don't know what i was thinking with the skirt. pants! i'll just wear pants." you murmur before going to rummage through your closet.

you're out of the skirt and pulling a pair of pants up your thighs before he can even blink.

it didn't make sense. you have the rest of your make up on, even something pretty colored on your lips that makes them matte and not glossy like your lipgloss would. are you going to put the lipgloss on top of that? sometimes, especially in a hurry, you're smearing the tube (or applicator, it depends on which gloss you use) against your lips as you tumble out the door.

rin loves when you wear lipgloss. he pretends to be apathetic when you're covering his face in sticky kisses, but truly he loves you and your sticky kisses. he likes that he can feel them against his skin for the rest of the day, and lick them off his own lips in a fun little game of guess the flavor. you always wear lipgloss.

so why don't you have any on right now?

he watches you spin around in the pants a few times before you're pushing them off. "ughh! stupid pants make my butt look huge," you grumble, "rin! can you help me here? what am i supposed to wear?!"

"where's your lipgloss? why aren't you wearing any?"

the questions are enough to stop you in your tracks.

"my lipgloss?" you repeat incredulously, "i'm having a breakdown over what to wear for dinner at your parents and you're worried about my lipgloss?"

"you always wear lipgloss." he states, as if that should clear away any confusion.

"rin, sweetheart, we're having dinner with your parents. forgive me for wanting to look put together and wearing lipstick." you reply, tossing the pants in your hands back into your closet.

he turns away without a response, so you think the conversation has ended there going back to your task of finding an appropriate dinner outfit. you, however, are mistaken when your boyfriend returns and takes your wrist to lead you to sit at the edge of your bed.

he has your make up wipes in one hand and a tube of lipgloss in the one that just held your wrist. you stare up at him in mild surprise.

"you always look put together," he says, pulling a wipe out of the package, "and my parents don't care what you wear to dinner." he continues, tilting your chin up gently and smearing your lipstick away.

all you can do is stare at him, not daring to say anything. one, because you don't have anything to say, and two, your lips were occupied.

he sets the package of wipes down, the used one laid across the top, before he brings the tube of gloss to your mouth. he over-does the bottom lip and under-does the top one, but you can't complain.

"there. much better." he says, twisting the cap back on the tube.

you throw your arms around him before he can get too far away and press your lips against his in a kiss that makes you dizzy. you think you must look ridiculous, kissing your boyfriend in your panties and a fancy top with a mouth covered in lipgloss.

"you used way too much." is all you say when the two of you part, knowing his mouth is just as sticky as yours now.

rin's nose scrunches slightly, like it does when he's "annoyed" with you. "whatever."

"hurry up and get dressed, my parents are expecting us."

you open your mouth but before you can get the words out he beats you to it.

"wear the skirt."

[zelk0va]

(ENG) Akuneko (AKNK) Butler Story, Lucas: A Past of Hurting Others (1/3)

(This is Lucas’s initial butler story.)

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A Past of Hurting Others, Chapter 1

-One day-

-Devil’s Palace, third floor corridor-

Lamli: It hurts! It hurts so much, Mr. Lucas! Lucas: It’ll be over soon, so just hold on a bit longer. Lamli: Oww!! Muu: It sounds like Lamli’s screaming. >I wonder what happened >It sounds like he’s in pain? Muu: Let’s go check it out!

【Third floor butlers’ room】

Muu: Please excuse us. Uhh, we heard some screaming just now... Lamli: Ow! It hurts! Mr. Lucas, I’m alright now! Lucas: No, not yet, Lamli. Stay still. Lucas: I have to sanitize the wound properly, otherwise it could get infected later. Lucas: Just bear with me a bit longer, OK? Lamli: No w-way... Lucas: Hmm, is that...Oh, Master, it’s you. Lucas: I’m sorry, I’m a bit tied up here... Lamli: M-Master! You gotta help me! Lamli: Please, stop Mr. Lucas! >Stop Lucas...?

Muu: W-Wait, Lamli! What happened to you? Muu: You’re covered in dirt all over. And you’re all scratched up... Lucas: Apparently, when he was running through the forest, he tripped and hurt himself. Muu: Running through the forest? Why were you doing something so dangerous? Lucas: Nac caught Lamli slacking off and started to chase after him... Lucas: It would seem that Lamli tripped when he escaped into the forest. Muu: I see now...that’s the reason for his injuries. Muu: And so now you’re treating him, Lucas. Lamli: Mr. Lucas! I wasn’t slacking off! Lamli: I was just, uh, taking frequent short breaks! Lucas: Yes, yes, I understand. Lucas: Lamli, I’ve known you for so long now, I know your personality very well... Lucas: I’m not angry at you taking a break, so you don’t have to worry about that. Lucas: But it’s not good to make a loud fuss, alright? Lucas: You’ll bother the Master if you do. Lamli: I, I just...I’m sorry. Lucas: Hehe, I just need to clean one more spot. Bear with me. Lamli: Ughh... Lamli: B-Be gentle...feather-light touches, okay? Lucas: (chuckles) Lamli: Ouuuuch!! -Some time after that-

Lucas: Alright, that about wraps it up. Lamli: Well done, Lamli. Lamli: Ooh...You’re not gentle at all when you’re doing your doctor work, Mr. Lucas... Lucas: That’s because if I don’t treat your wounds properly, they could develop into something worse later on. Lucas: I’m also doing this all for your own good, Lamli, understand? Muu: That’s right! He treated your wounds for your sake! Muu: I think...that Lucas is very considerate person! Lamli: I already know that much... Lucas: Haha, thank you, little Muu. Lucas: Now, Lamli. You still had some cleaning left to do, right? Lucas: Nac’s waiting for you in the garden, it seems. You should go see him quickly. Lamli: Uggh...if I go, then he’s totally gonna lecture me... Lamli: So troublesome... Lucas: (chuckles) Lamli? Lamli: Mmm...fine, I get it...if you tell me to do my best, then I will, Mr. Lucas. Lucas: The mansion is always clean because of you, Lamli. We really appreciate it. Lamli: Hehehe...is that right? Lamli: If you’re gonna cheer me on like that, it makes me wanna work hard! Lamli: All right! I’m kinda feeling up for it now! Lamli: Master, I’m going to work my very hardest! >Do your best! >I’m rooting for you! Lamli: Thank you, Master! Well, then, I’m off! (trots off)

Muu: What was that just now? Muu: Lamli sure gets some wild mood swings, huh... Lucas: That’s just how he is. I personally think he’s a nice and lively lad. Lucas: By the way...What brings you here, Master? Did you have some business here? >Lamli’s screams worried me,..

Lucas: I see, that’s how it is... Lucas: I’m relieved to hear that you don’t feel ill or anything like that. Lucas: If you ever feel unwell, you can come find me at any time. Lucas: I am the mansion’s private physician, after all. >Thank you

(ding...dong...)

Lucas: Hmm? That’s the bell announcing noon. Lucas: That reminds me! I have to go to the Grosvenor main residence in the afternoon today. >The Grosvenor main residence?

Lucas: Yes. Lucas: I’m going to go represent the mansion and do some business with the nobles there. Lucas: Not the most agreeable of topics. The negotiations involve a variety of topics, money being one of them. Lucas: While I am the physician of the mansion, I’m also in charge of negotiations, to make connections outside of the mansion. Muu: Wow...that’s amazing, Lucas! Muu: But, I think “in charge of negotiations” matches you really well. Lucas: Really now? Why do you say that? Muu: Well...I don’t want you to take this the wrong way at all, but...Lucas, when I'm talking to you... Muu: How do I put it? I kind of feels like you’re looking right into my soul... Muu: It’s a really strange feeling. Lucas: Like I’m looking right into someone’s soul... Lucas: (chuckles) I do get told that often. Lucas: But, it’s not like that at all. Lucas: I’m not looking into people’s minds or hearts. Muu: Is that so? Lucas: Yes...I’m just skilled at conversing with others as I sort matters out, that’s all. Lucas: If anything, understanding others’ emotions... Lucas: ...is what I consider myself to be the worst at. >You don’t really seem like it

Lucas: Really? But, it’s the truth. Lucas: It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I’ve been aware of it since I was a child. Lucas: In the past, I... Lucas: I was an insolent and awful child.

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Chapter 2→

[castleofclouds]

NCT Reaction As Your Brother.

In which Nct Dream is your brother, and how they react around you.

Mark.

Mark Lee, is literally the type of brother that you needed the most.

Mark Lee is like your number one supporter fan.

He gives you a lot of attention, and care.

And ofcourse the best advice.

You can asked him anything that you had in your mind, and trust me he would listen to you and gave you the best answer.

He knows what's best for you.

"Yo dude, i'm going to the local store do ypu wanna go with me?"

"If you bought me an icecream? Then it will be yes."

"Sure! Any favorite flavor you want?"

"Dang, you know what's best!"

You guys are very chill with each other, and always think each other as a fun place to talk with.

"It's fine to make a mistake, you are a human, i'm a human, doesn't need to feel bad little sis."

Renjun.

He fight with you a lot.

Yup that's right.

You guys have the same mind when it comes to argument, doesn't want to be picking on.

He never think he is false neither you.

That's why the both of you mostly spend the day at house fighting in deciding things.

"Let's just do rock paper scicors! Then we settled."

"No, this ice cream was mine, i jinx on it."

In the end the both you decided not to eat because the both of you had a debate battle.

Even though like that, he cares for you a lot.

"Can you bought me a pad? Pleasee just this one.."

"Ughh.. Fine only this one, but just because you are my little sis."

"Thank you bro! I love you so much."

You shouted, he take a deep breath then muttered.

"I love you to, dummy."

Jeno.

To say how your brother and sister relationship with him is quite complex.

The both of you are very silent, so normally no one would like to start a conversation.

You only see him once for an entire day, it's mostly college.

But who knows even though like that, Jeno is the best listener you know.

Even though it didn't seems like it, the both of you are actually closer that it shows.

You often came to his bedroom whenever you felt sick or unwell, whenever you cry, you will always go to his bedroom to talk it all out.

"Are you okay?"

"No.. my friends, they tricked me, i thought they are the bestest friends i had.. turned out i was wrong.."

"No, it's not your fault, you doesn't know them that deeply, and they probably doesn't care, but instead of keep putting yourself on a eggshell why don't you try to search for the real one?"

Then he would hug you, and making a hot chocolate.

"Thank you."

"That's fine sis, anytime."

Then the both of you would spend the night talking to each other about all the things that you guys experience througout the entire day.

Haechan.

Haechan is like those bestfriend that you have.

Yeah, he basically a bestfriend of yours.

The both of you are very easy going, and extroverted, so you guys found each other interesting.

"Sis, i heard your boyfriend is very hot, you should introduce him sometime."

"No, ofcourse, you would just flirt with him, behind my back.

He shocked making a dramatic fall.

"Is this how you are now? Why? Am i wrong wanting to know more about my little sis."

You silent.

"Cut the camera, come here you donghyuck!"

He then smirk then ran away from you.

Then ended up playing a tagging game.

"I won!" He mocked.

"Bish! Not so fast!"

"Wait what?" Then he's alredy on the ground.

"Muahaha! I'm faster than you!"

That afternoon is a very mess tagging game you had.

"Sis, nice to have you as a part of the family."

"Whatever weirdo."

Jaemin.

Instead of brother he act like your mother.

He cares for you and give you a full attention wherever you goes.

"Okay here's a lunchbox make sure you eat it, don't eat to much though! And you water bottle!"

"Nana, i only go to school, i'm not going to i dunno a dangerous camp?"

"Oh no no no miss Na, you never knew what will happen it's better to be prepared than having to facing a problem in the future."

"Sure, i will go now."

He went silent, his smiles shown.

He pointed at his cheecks.

"No."

"Aww, please? Just once?"

"Nana, how many time do i have to told you i'm already 17 i'm not a little kids anymore.

Then he will complain how you didn't want to kiss his cheeks even though that's what you use to do, feels tired of him complain you decided to gives what he wants.

"That's my little sis, see you at 5!"

Chenle.

If he's a president, then you are a vice president, wait no you are a queen.

He spoil you a lot.

You want this? You will get it.

You want that, he will get you that.

If there's a song to tell how spoiled you are Seven Rings by Ariana Grande would be perfect.

But you know how humble he is deep down.

He's basically the most down to earth person you could ever met.

Well since he's like that, you are like that to, the both of you are very kind you can befriended anybody.

"Hey sis, want to have a trip together? Only thr two of us? It will be fun!"

"To where?"

"Paris would be great, don't you think?"

"Oh heck yeah, wait for me i'm going to change real fast."

"Btw bring your polaroid, we will have a lot of photography of memories when we visit."

"Ofcourse!"

Jisung.

Jisung and you are very shy.

So it's not a new news that you guys look very awkward with each other.

But deep down, he cares for you and give you attention that you deserve, since the both of you are literally scared of anything, you would scream then cried.

Then him being the knight he supposed to be, will shielding you from all the bad witch.

"Jisung!! There's a spider at the sofa!!" You screamed.

He came as fast as he could seeing your terrified face.

He get closer to the spider and see that little thing crawling over you sofa, you hid behind him.

He's armored with a mop that can kill that thing fast.

But the sad thing is that, he himself afraid of bug, especially spider, but he try to do his best protecting you.

He fail now that thing crawling closer to the both of you, you and him run to upstairs afraid of that little thing.

"I told you to shoo it away, why you make it to follow us?"

"I was afraid okay? Now let's not go to downstairs because that monster is terrifying!"

The both of you really stay upstairs and never went down to the living room.

Thank you very much for all the support that i get :" i can't say how much i feel appreciated, thank you and sorry for a late post hope you all have a good day!:D

Masterlist.

[featherypromises]

Genius Interrupted

*Request fulfillment for @rosieknows who wanted to see Tae or Jimin not being weatherproof. XD Thanks for your patience dearie! Taehyung is impulsive but Yoongi and Namjoon are there to help him see who is really in his corner. Featuring Sickie Tae and caring Yoongi & Namjoon. WARNING: Most of you know this, but I am warning newbie ARMY: Min Suga has a mouth and he likes his 4 letter words in this one. this has been a PSA.*

Min Yoongi rubbed the spots that danced across his sight away with his hands and stretched in the high-backed office chair in Genius Lab. He blinked at the clock: 10:13pm. It wasn’t “late” late. At least not according to the usual schedule of Min PD, but most people seemed to consider this time of day “late”.

Almost everyone else had already left BigHit entertainment’s new office building, except, maybe, or a few diehards like himself and possibly Namjoon-ah, who had his studio, Rkive, just down the hall.Yoongi couldn’t be sure that RM was still in the building, of course, but given how lyric-crazed the younger rapper had been for the last few days, it was a safe bet that he would be here. Typically, they were the last ones out of the building, besides the security personnel. 

So when he heard a sudden hard knock on his door a little while later, he nearly jumped out of his skin. 

“Who the hell?!?” Yoongi muttered, before getting up and going over to the door. 

When the door opened onto Kim Taehyung, who was soaked all the way down to the skin with rainwater, Yoongi’s mouth fell open. The younger man was clad in only a t-shirt and blue jeans, both of which were completely drenched and clinging to his body. The vocalist’s lips were purplish and his slight frame shook with cold.

“What the Fuck?!?” Yoongi swore, dragging Taehyung inside his studio, “Why are you soaked?!?”

Taehyung shivered and sniffled, but gave no spoken answer; his chin jutting out mulishly. The rapper watched the younger man stare at his shoes for a long moment before releasing an annoyed grunt and forcing Tae to sit down on the studio’s couch. That made the dripping singer protest:

“D'no! Hyug! I’ll gedt your couch wedt!”

Min Suga winced at the thick congestion that corrupted Taehyung’s mellow, deep voice.

“Fuck the couch!” said the older man, who was amazed at the vocalist’s priorities. The next question, Yoongi tried to ask in a much more gentle tone, as he crouched in front of the slightly taller man; looking up into his pale face:

“What happened, Taehyungie?” 

The singer hesitated,

“I was mad. I didn’t know where else to go, so I came here.” When the older man made a beckoning gesture, he continued, “I had a fidght with Seokjin-hyung…” Min Yoongi sighed, as he saw two big tears roll down Tae’s face. The younger man was still shivering and had goosebumps all up and down his arms. The rapper quickly shrugged off his sweatshirt and told the younger man to pull off his t-shirt.

“You’ll just get colder in here like that, the vents blow cold air all year round.”

Tae, still crying softly, obeyed, removing the dripping shirt and pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Meanwhile, the older man hunted the room until he found a spare air of basketball shorts and a clean towel from his gym bag. 

“Get out of those wet things and dry your hair. Was that you I heard in the bathroom in the dorm this morning, sneezing and sniffling?”

Taehyung blushed a bit and nodded, sniffling softly,

“Yeah, I… I thig…(sniffle) I th-thig I mbight buh… be… Heh-GHESSHUH!” The vocalist sneezed harshly, not covering but bending in two at the waist. But it wasn’t a normal Tae-earthquake style sneeze but something that sounded much more breathy and exhausted. The younger man sniffled again and rubbed his nose, 

“I thig I’mb gedding sigk.” Taehyung almost sounded surprised which made Yoongi lose it completely… 

He couldn’t help it, It was so obvious, he burst out laughing,

“Oh god,... you think?!? You know what I think? I think you were sick this morning and you thought a walk in a rainstorm would be the best possible idea, given the circumstances…” 

Taehyung listened attentively, and actually raised his hand like a child in school, when the rapper paused staring at him, Tae said, “Thunderstormb.”

Yoongi was completely stymied. Taehyung pointed through the wall that was towards the main building’s entrance. 

“It’s a thuderstormb dnow, not a rainstormb, hyug…” Yoongi had to almost swallow his fist to fight back the laughter. The urge to laugh disappeared as the younger man sneezed openly again, twisting over one shoulder,

“EH-GHHHSSSHUH! ETSHHUH!” Those sounded like they were almost painful. Once Tae had changed into the shorts, Yoongi hung the wet things up to dry over his chair. He took charge of the towel, and began to dry the vocalist’s hair. It dried slowly; the rapper envied Taehyung his hair, which had not been bleached halfway to oblivion like his had been.

Once the singer was dry, he wasn’t shivering as much, Yoongi pulled the throw blanket down from the back of the couch and wrapped Tae in it.

"Keep warm…" the rapper admonished, "You don't want this cold getting complicated." His voice was gruff, but his touch was gentle, as he felt Taehyung's forehead. He felt a little warm, but not dangerously so. 

Yoongi kept a small coffee maker in the studio and Taehyung seemed like he would benefit from something hot to drink. The rapper grabbed a clean mug and was about to press the button, when he remembered something. Taehyung had never gotten used to coffee, he preferred tea. The trouble was that the older man was practically a champion coffee consumer: tea was barely in his vocabulary, let alone in his studio. 

He puzzled over the problem for a moment, then he shrugged and pulled out his phone. he hit the 2nd speed dial option. It rang twice before a deep voice responded,

“Yoongi-Hyung! What’s up?”

“Namjoon-ah, are you in Rkive?” asked Yoongi without preamble.

There was a pause, 

“...Yes…?”

“Do you have tea?” 

Stunned silence filled the next few seconds, then Rapmon, clearly confused, echoed back,  “Tea?...” 

“Yeah, tea!...” reiterated Min Yoongi, getting a little annoyed. 

“Who died?” RM said, only half-kidding.

“Look, do you have the damn tea or not?”

“”I have some, yeah…” Said Namjoon, startled into answering seriously by the other rapper’s abruptness. 

The older man rolled his eyes, “Bring some down the hall.” <click.> 

Muttering about dongsaengs with a deathwish, he opened the studio door, letting the leader of BTS into his sanctum. Kim Namjoon stared at his hyung as he stood in the doorway, with his head slightly tilted in curiosity. Just then, Taehyung coughed. Rapmon jumped about a foot in the air and swore. When he realized that it was Taehyung he relaxed for a moment before getting a closer look at the unwell vocalist. When he saw the state that the younger man was in, he understood the need for tea. Not taking his eyes off of Taehyung, he handed the tea bag over to his hyug and went to sit next to Tae. 

Taehyung looked up at Namjoon, in physical and emotional misery, “Hyug, I yelled at Seokjin-hyug. I was so cruel to himb. He told me thad I was just beig selfish and expectig too mbuch by wantig mby dnew sogg to be idncluded odn the albumb. I got really hut adnd said that least i was puttig forth effort. I was so mbad at himb, but dnow… I-I just… Hh’HhESHooo! Esssh” The younger man interrupted himself with two harsh sneezes that made him double over with the effort. 

Yoongi nodded, understanding, as he turned to make the tea. The young vocalist took a great deal of pride in his solos, in much this same way Suga did with his songs for BTS and the new ones he was producing as Min PD. Taehyung was very loving and sweet towards the other members usually, but poking fun at his pride or telling him that he couldn’t do something the way he was certain it must be done was the lit fuse to Taehyung’s temper. He worked hard and put forth a lot of effort, (They all did) but occasionally Tae would want immediate gratification, expecting a full harvest at his disposal after he had just finished planting the seeds. Namjoon was rubbing the sniffling singer’s back as Tae spoke, trying to relax him a little bit.

Wiping away tears, Taehyung sighed, shuddering  slightly,

“Ughh… it’s hard to thig right dnow. Mby head hurts…”

Min Yoongi brought the tea over and sat on the other side of Taehyung. Sandwiched between the two rappers, the younger man seemed smaller and more fragile. Tae sipped the tea and leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Namjoon, after a span of several minutes, said:

“I’ll bet that Seokjin-hyung isn’t even mad at you about this anymore…” He looked Tae over once more and continued, “Did you tell anyone at the dorm where you were going?”

The vocalist shook his head glumly,

“D’no,... I forgod mby phodne too…” Taehyung cleared his throat, wincing.

The oldest rapper sighed, Seokjin was probably losing his mind with worrying about where Tae had gone with no security personnel, no phone, and no jacket in this weather. Yoongi glanced at Namjoon, who asked Taehyung,

“Do you want to call him? You can use my phone.”

When the singer took the phone, he hesitated. The older rapper, realizing that Taehyung was nervous about speaking with the eldest member, suggested,

“Joon-ah, why not put it on speaker phone, so we can all talk together.” Taehyung gave a watery smile, but held up one finger and sneezed uncovered into his own lap,

“H’DSSSHUH! Okay, we call call now.”

Min Yoongi rolled his eyes again. Taehyung didn’t even notice that his nose was running. He was still a kid, no matter how big he got. Grabbing tissues out of the box on his computer desk, the older man passed them to Tae, who blushed and cleaned himself up.

They let Taehyung blow his nose and cough a few times before placing this phone on the table between them and dialing. Jin picked up after 3 rings and immediately said, “Joonie, I’ll have to call you back. Tae left the dorm and it’s all my fault… but I’ll explain later…”

“Jin-hyung…” Tae said softly, his eyes overflowing with tears of relief and regret.

“TAEHYUNGIE???” Seokjin shouted, making the phone’s speaker crackle. His voice sounded strained and shocked, “Where are you in all this rain? Hyung will come and get you! Don’t worry, I’m not angry, Tae-tae! But what on earth were you thinking, you can’t just leave like that! making me worry isn’t okay! Your hyung is tired and old now!!!” 

Taehyung had to let out a chuckle that was half a sob at the same time. Whenever Seokjin got riled up, he would start talking and get progressively faster and louder as he went. The others had not yet figured out how he managed not to pass out from the lack of oxygen. Namjoon and Yoongi suppressed laughs of their own, as Seokjin continued to rant.

Finally, Namjoon spoke up, cutting Seokjin off,

“Hyung, Tae is with us. He’s okay… Well, he probably has a cold, but other than that, he’s fine.”

As Seokjin began on a scorching lecture about forgetting jackets and umbrellas and caring about Taehyung’s voice, because as he put it, “I work hard enough without trying to sing V’s parts too!”, Yoongi interrupted,

“Yes, Hyung! You can come get him now. he is at Genius Lab with Namjoon and me. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.”

Within minutes of ending the call, Seokjin arrived to get “His Taehyungie” as he called him. The two singers, who had been fighting only hours ago, embraced and apologized to each other. The two rappers looked on with knowing smiles. Getting the members to love each other even more as worth having their genius interrupted.

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The Coffee Prince Pt. 9

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*  *Part 4* *Part 5*  *Part 6* *Part 7*  *Part 8*

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Okoye looks at you with heightened concern.  Looking from your belly to your strained expression she continues to walk you away.  “(Y/N), please, sit down and calm yourself.  We cannot risk you miscarrying at this moment.  Breathe!”

You stop in your tracks, staring at her with a deadly expression.  “Then take me to him now.  I won’t interfere and I’m not glass, I’ll be fine. I just need to see his face.”

Okoye locks her jaw looking around a moment to think, switching her spear from one hand to the next.  “You are brave to talk to me like this.”

You swallow hard but remain steadfast.  “I don’t meant to, I just want to know he is alright...ugh…”  You bend over clutching one side of your stomach.

Okoye tuts at you, helping you to  standing position.  “Ok, ok.  You get five minutes; less if things are...out of hand.”  Okoye holds you up slightly as you both walk towards Shuri’s lab facility.

Voices are raised as the elevator opens to the floor T’Challa is on.  They’re distant  so you and Okoye follow them as they become louder.  Passing one examination area, you see Erik lying peacefully on bed with an oxygen mask on his face.  He didn’t even look like he was hurt, just taking a nap from the looks of things.  Two Dora Milaje stand outside his area on guard.  Okoye whispers something that didn’t sound nice in tone in her native language as she rolled her eyes at him and carried you on.

The journey to where T’Challa laid is a strenuous one as your stomach contracts relentlessly.

“We are almost there…”  Okoye whispers, nodding at you in encouragement.  You were starting to regret your stubbornness to see T’Challa immediately during this unknown fit of pain until you finally see him.  

Shuri and a couple of others were working overseeing him, laying bandages across parts of his body, checking his vitals around his bed.  The woman in green is beside her too, questioning the numbers on the board.  Shuri instructs one of her assistants when you catch her peripheral vision.  She clenches her jaw as she says a few more words to the others before coming out.  

“Okoye, what is she doing here?”  Shuri says strongly.

“I can speak for...myself Shuri.  How...is he?”  You gasp between the twists happening in your guts.

Shuri looks you over, laying a hand on your shoulder.  “You do not look well.  What is happening?  Are you in pain?”

You try to wave off her concern, pushing past her.  “I don’t care about that right now, I want to see him!”

Shuri blocks the way to T’Challa.  “I need to get you in a room and examine your pregnancy.  You are obviously experiencing trauma to the point of a possible miscarriage.”

Okoye steps between you two.  “Princess, I suggest allowing her to speak her peace with the King at once.  Delaying her request only makes the situation worse, she is so very determined to do this.  Forcing her otherwise could make things worse, in fact.”

Then, the woman in green appears from behind Shuri.  “Hello, I know we have not met but I am Nakia, a friend of T’Challa’s.  I am so sorry you have had to go through this today, but I assure you everything is fine now.  Shuri, are you letting her see him?”

Shuri puts her hands on her hips defiantly.  “You only get-”

“Five minutes, yeah yeah.  I’d have seen him by now at this rate.”  You say sarcastically.  Nakia smiles at you before walking down the hall.  Her walk is elegant, voice like butter on bread, just smooth and flavorful.  You hold it in your mind to ask about her when things calm down.

As you approach T’Challa the assistants notice your presences, stepping back to give you access to him.  You feel yourself calm as you lean on the bed, looking over him.  One eye is swollen,  lip cracked from a hit.  A bandage covers one area of his chest; the cause of the wound you’d rather not know.  

As he lies down with his eyes closed, you don’t even notice the subsiding of your pain, getting caught up in the image of your love lying there helplessly.

“He should be fine, I assure you.  Luckily with the Heart Shaped Herb, he has a fast, regenerative healing ability.  We are just helping the process along.”  Shuri says from a distance.

You nod mindlessly, only wanting to watch him rest, wanting so badly for him to awaken.  

“Ohh, T’Challa.  What have you gotten yourself into?”  You whisper to him.  Your hand travels to his face, lightly caressing his widow’s peak as you love to do.  Your throat starts to feel tight as your eyes burn with tears.  This is why he didn’t want to tell you.  If this was the kind of life he was living, you would be feeling this way for who knows how often.  You rest your head on the pillow space not occupied by him as tears ran across the bridge of your nose.  

“Ahh, umhle…”  he croaks.

Your head pops up at the exact moment he speaks.  “T’Challa?  You’re awake?”  

His face looks strained as he stirs a little.  “Maybe a little too soon…”

Shuri rushes in to look over his vitals.  “Good to have you with us, brother.  You’ve given us quite a shock with your condition.  Worse than usual.”

T’Challa groans.  “I must be ok if you have time for jokes.”  T’Challa peers over at you, stretching his bruised hand out.  “(Y/N), what happened to you?  You have a mark on your head.”

You reach up, forgetting about the remnants of the crash you still display.  “Oh, right.  Don’t worry about it, I just got a little banged up during the whole thing at the club.”

T’Challa tries to sit up.  

“Lay yourself back down!  You are not properly healed yet, and I really need you to talk less.  (Y/N), two more minutes.”  Shuri reminds you.

“Enough!  You get so bossy when I’m away.”  T’Challa tells her.  “I’m so sorry you got in the midst of all of this, my love.  It shouldn’t be this way.”

You shake your head, holding his hand tightly, playing with his ring.  “You couldn’t help what that asshole was planning.  You did all you were supposed to, and with Shuri and Ayo’s help, I am alive.  This scar is nothing for what could’ve been.”

T’Challa nods, blinking slowly.  “That is good to here.  But what about…”  His voice trails off as his eyes linger on your midsection.  You look down, taking his hand to spread it across your stomach.  All you could do is nod for the amount of emotion stirring underneath the surface of your calm demeanor.  T’Challa’s head falls back on his pillow as he closes his eyes.  

“Thank Bast.  I prayed I wouldn’t awake to a loss.”  

You swallow, keeping your voice as level as possible as you spoke.  “I was not sure about this before, ChaCha, I really wasn’t.  With all that has happened, I felt even less like I wanted to bring a child into this world if it meant its father was doing this stuff.  But, seeing you just now and thinking over all the good I have experienced with you and your family supporting me…”  Your voice cracks as your vision blurs.  T’Challa caresses your face, running his thumb over your edges comforting you.

You lean over to kiss him softly.  While chapped and cracked, it was still electrifying for you as ever.  

When you part, T’Challa says, “You continue to lift my spirits whenever I am with you, a feat I will never ignore.”  Suddenly he goes into a coughing fit.

Shuri lays a hand on your shoulder.  “Guys, let’s go ahead and take a break so we don’t get worked up again.  (Y/N), I’ll let you know when T’Challa is ready for another visit, but it’s time for him to rest now.”

T’Challa takes your hand, kissing it.  It takes everything within you to walk away from him, but you took solace in the fact that he is getting well.  

Heading back to the elevators with Okoye, a man with scars on his face in a blue patterned blanket stands outside the area Erik is laying.

Okoye slows her pace calling out to him.  She and the man talk back and forth rapidly, voices sharp and strained at certain parts of the conversation, but no way could you decipher.

Okoye looks back at you.  “Apologies this is my significant other W’Kabi, emphasis on the ‘other’ at the moment.”

W’Kabi side eyes Okoye.  “Do not make my first impression an ill one, love.  I hear you are the apple of our King’s eye at the moment, eh?”

Okoye answers for you.  “She is not a moment, do not be rude.  And don’t even think about hounding T’Challa about Klaue, he is not our concern anymore.”

W’Kabi perks up.  “T’Challa killed him?”

Okoye sighs.  “He died during the fight.”

W’Kabi squints at Okoye.  “T’Challa didn’t kill him?  Why?  Who did?  How?”

You were over W’Kabi’s attitude and decide to take control of the situation.  “Ughh, ohh, I don’t feel well…” You clutch your stomach, heaving.

Okoye holds you, walking around W’Kabi to the elevator.  “I have other obligations W’Kabi, let us be for now.  Keep watch over your men at the border.”

Finally you and Okoye make it into the elevator to travel to the intended destination.

“Thank you for breaking that up.  I know you weren’t actually unwell.  I appreciate that.”  Okoye says, maintaining her gaze straight ahead.

You nod, relaxing.  “Sooo...what is his deal?” You ask.

Okoye’s shoulders drop as her eyes look around for an answer.  “His history with the man that worked with the outsider that is here is extensive.  Klaue was the cause of many deaths here in one day, including his parents.  He has wanted revenge for as long as I can remember and T’Challa promised that.”

“Sounds like something he would do.  Are they friends?”

Okoye nods, smiling slightly.  “Since they were boys, pranking each other and messing around with the rhinos.  W’Kabi holds him to high esteem.”

You tuck your lips, feeling silly as you ask your next question.  “And what about you guys?  How long have you been together and shiiiit?”  

Okoye turns to you wide eyed.  “Excuse me?  Your language needs to be clean around me, understand?”

You shrink within yourself.  “Sorry.”

Okoye shakes her head straightening up again.  “But to answer, we have known each other since I started training to be a Dora, so 15 years?  A couple for six.”

“Woooow, that’s good.  The best one start as friends, I always hear.  And I like you seem to wear the pants and all.”

Okoye’s mouth opens and closes a couple times before continuing.  “We balance each other out, (Y/N).  So, even though I could kill a man an infinite amount of ways before he could blink, W’Kabi has as much say as I do in what matters to one another personally.  He is not weak, and I am not expected to remain strong at all times...which can be nice…”

The elevators open to a floor with low lighting.  It appeared more lowkey compared to the bright and bustling vibe of Shuri’s lab.  Okoye goes up to a door typing in a code to unlock them.  As they roll open, you are lead into a living space.

“This is where you will be staying.”  Okoye announces as you continue to look around.

You were impressed by the space; tall ceilings, large windows covered by heavy curtains.  You could see parallels between the style of T’Challa’s condo and this room.

“Thank you, Okoye.  I really do love it!”  You walk over to sit on the couch, lounging back on it.

“Well, like it or not, this is it.  I will come by in the morning with word on T’Challa’s condition.  You focus on resting yourself, it’s been a long day, eh?”

“You can say that again.”  You say as Okoye dismisses herself from the residence.  You basked in the comforts of a soft surface to lay on, looking at the sunset through the cracks in the curtain parts.  The exhaustion from the last two days catches up to you as you lay there, feeling pressure on your eyes as you fight to keep them open.  Your hand rests on your stomach, followed by a fluttery feeling.

“Ohhh, you caused me a lot of trouble today, so don’t even right now.”  You scold your belly as you lift your shirt a little to see.  Your stomach still looked like it’s usual self, but you felt better staring at it knowing a little you and T’Challa rested inside.

“So I have decided to keep you, little one.  Wow, saying it out loud is a revelation.  But it’s true so flutter if you’re happy.”  You wait a moment before being greeted by a tickle.  “There you are….yeah I just don’t think I can give you up after all of this.  Your dad is pretty damn cool, lemme tell you.  But you already know, you’re super cool already, growing all fast.  Don’t grow too fast though, huh?  You’re my first, I wanna savor this, and tell people about it before you get here.”  

Your eyes can’t keep up with the conversation as they drift.  “I might be crazy for this, but I want you to see all of this for yourself.  I need someone else to see this so I know I’m not dreaming.  ChaCha makes everything feel like that though, you get used to it…”  You meant to make it to the bedroom to rest properly but that’s just how good the couch is.  You probably said a few more things but they became lost in the dreamscape of your mind as you fell asleep.

Your mind is busy while you’re sleeping, replaying all of the days events over and over again with varying outcomes.  One dream consisted of you running through the holding area Tavia’s in, being chased by something you couldn’t see.  The voices were loud and clear though, cursing you and demanding you to stop as gunshots rang out.  You called for T’Challa in vain as the voices came closer, shots ringing right by your ear until suddenly a hand wraps around your waist.  

You sit up quickly, hyperventilating and sweating in the calm of the living room.

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart stops as your body jolts away from the voice looking in its direction.

T’Challa looks at you empathetically, laying a hand on your knee.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, umhle.”

Your chest heaves with breath, trying to calm down as you stare at him feeling your forehead for fever.  “You’re warm, do I need to call Shuri to examine you?”

“DO I NEED TO CALL SHURI TO EXAMINE YOU??  You were just laid out in that hospital bed on your last leg, and you’re wondering what’s wrong with me?!”  You exclaim in confusion.  Looking him over, turning his head back and forth, amazed by no sign of a black eye or swollen lip.  Pulling at his shirt roughly to look down and find no bandages.

T’Challa just smirks, unphased by your outburst as he sits next to you on the couch with one arm wrapped around you.  “I missed you too, my sweet.”

As his arms came around you, you felt the flutter in your stomach again, as if to remind you to be kind and calm to its father.  Laying a hand there, you snuggle to T’Challa, closing your eyes and sighing deeply.

“I have missed you T’Challa.  I’m just so confused and in shock, I couldn’t bear doing all of that alone.”  

T’Challa’s head rests on top of yours.  “I’m so sorry I lost you.  Erik kept me pretty busy and I just couldn’t keep up anymore, but you have my word that won’t happen again, you are too important to me.”

“You don’t have to promise me that.  I know your intentions are good and things will happen, but you aren’t to blame.”

T’Challa sighs, holding you tighter.  “I have been kicking myself for not letting you in since I met you.  Maybe if I was more forthcoming, you would’ve been more prepared for something like this-”

You look up at him, laying a hand on his chest.  His eyes moistened but resisted any tears from falling.  “Stop beating yourself up!  You got enough of that already today.  ”

T’Challa smiles weakly as you lay your hand to the side of his face.  “I understand why this would’ve been difficult to tell me about now.  I probably would’ve laughed in your face, especially describing your suit, cuz that leaves little to the imagination, ok?  But whatever could’ve changed from telling me, it doesn’t matter now, because I am safe, lying here with you ok?”

T’Challa shakes his head, eyes twinkling in admiration.  “That’s why I am crazy about you.  You know just how to reset me when I short circuit.”

You giggle before stop short.  “Wait, that is a joke, right?  You’re not part robot, or something?”

T’Challa chides you as his hands find your sides tickling you into submission.  “Fine, FINE!  You’re not a robot, staaaahp!”

You share a hearty laugh together, the first good one in what felt like ages.  “But what did Erik do to you to make you so bruised and shit?  You did not look good at all ChaCha.”

“He got his too, trust me.  And he gets up a lot slower, might I add.  But it’s a blur really, at some point he tricked me playing dead and when I retracted from my suit, he got ahold of my necklace, so that’s when the bruising really occurred since I had no armor.”

“Wow, were you trying to kill him?”  You asked cautiously.

T’Challa shrugs.  “Not necessarily, but if it had to happen so he would stop, I was willing.  Especially after he shot me.

“YOU GOT SHOT!?”  You exclaim, ready to tear into him for details.

Suddenly your kimoyo beads light up, interrupting the good time you were having.  It was Shuri.

“Hey!  How are-”

“Where is T’Challa?!”  Shuri asks rather rudely.

Before you could speak, T’Challa sticks his head around.  “Hello sister!  I hope I haven’t worried you!”

Shuri rolls her eyes aggressively.  “Your monitors made it look like your heart had stopped, and then I check on you to see you’re gone, OF COURSE I AM WORRIED!”

T’Challa sighs.  “I am well, just catching up with (Y/N).  Erik is still knocked out?”

Shuri nods.  “Yes, contained and under sedation until we go to question him.  Well, let me not keep you two.  (Y/N), since he is feeling so well, remind him to make you a proper meal in the morning for you and the baby, ok?”

T’Challa responds, “Oh, if you could put in an order for me with the kitchen staff?  We would like-”

“....umntu ovila (lazy person).  Boy bye!”  Shuri says followed by a swift hang up.  

“T’Challa, stop giving your sister such a hard time.  The girl has done a lot since you were gone, and patching you up too!  I still cannot believe...”  

T’Challa crosses his arms.  “Ohh, she has a high tolerance, built up by years of experience.  But I’m glad you are so chumy with her.  Did you make your acquaintance with anyone else?”  T’challa asks, changing the subject.

You roll your eyes but continue.  “Yes!  Actually, I did.  I met  couple Dora Menage’s, Ayo and Okoye.  They all are so damn cool, with the bald heads and spears and strength, it’s dope!”

T’Challa chuckles.  “Dora Milaje, my love.  And yes, they are Wakanda’s most trusted protectors for centuries, so they are indeed awesome.”

“They are hundred of years old?? Oh my God, do they get a serum too for immortality?”  You ask excitedly.

“No!  What are you- I meant that their position has been around for years, not them specifically.  We aren't immortal, that’s crazy.”

You side eye T’Challa.  “Oh ok, of everything I’ve seen THAT is the craziest, cool.”

T’Challa rubs your back tutting at you.  “It’s ok, you get used to it quickly.  Now what else happened while I was under.”

“Umm, I met your mother, Queen Mother to be specific.  She is soooo beautiful T’Challa, and a personality to match.  We had a great talk about things going on, and the baby, she really spoke to me like we knew each other forever.”

T’Challa’s face smiles warmly.  “Yes, she is great.  I’m happy to hear that.”

“Other than that, just a bunch of people here and there, but those were the main ones.”  You pause before continuing.  “T’Challa, what’s going to happen with Erik and Tavia?  I can’t imagine they will be treated lightly for what has happened.”

T’Challa looks away from you as his face drops.  “Well, we don’t have to talk about that tonight.  I have kept you up long enough.”

You shake your head vigorously.  “No, I’m up now, we can talk some more.”

T’Challa gets up, taking you by the hand.  “Can we just go to bed?”  T’Challa raises his eyebrows suggestively.  You scoff at him, crossing your arms, not moving.

T’Challa looks up to the sky before sitting down by your legs.  “Bast and the ancestors.  Listen (Y/N),  I have plans to see them tomorrow to question them and their motives and from their, I honestly have no plans yet for them after that, ok?”

You marinate on his words.  Tavia told you of some of the plans they had, but you weren’t sure if you should tell him or wait for them.  “I spoke to Tavia the other day, before you and Erik came back together.”

T’Challa’s expression turns serious as you spoke.  “What did you all discuss.”

“The obvious: how could she do this to me as a friend and to you as my boyfriend.  How could a guy make her so crazy to even be down for this.”

“And?  What did she say?”  

You hesitate.  “T’Challa, if I tell you, you won’t have any reason to question them tomorrow.”

T’Challa holds up his hand in surrender.  “I plan to give them a fair trial either way, please, tell me.  This is important.”

You think he sounds calm and collected enough, so you did.  You told them about Erik planning to take the throne from T’Challa and even that they were possibly related.  

T’Challa shakes his head.  “That is not possible, my uncle had no children and has long been presumed dead.”

You shrug.  “That is what she told me.  Shuri could just run a blood test for that, right?  And then you both could-”

T’Challa shakes his head, holding his hands together in frustration.  “That’s not going to happen.  It’s impossible, so why waste the time.”

You peer at T’Challa.  “ChaCha, this isn’t something you should brush under the rug.  At least consider it.”

T’Challa looks at you with an unreadable expression.  He may not have even been looking at you exactly, just your direction while his mind was elsewhere.  You sit up, scooting towards him laying your hands on his shoulder.  “Don’t go into this with a heart overrun with unchecked emotions.  You hold the cards now, so look at this objectively.  I wanted to keep this from you for these reasons, I tell you, it’s tough keeping secrets.”

“Tell me about it.”  T’Challa says flatly.

You reach for his widow’s peak, stroking it gently as your belly flutters.  “We are counting on you to be a great man, which you already are.  Don’t overcompensate where it’s unnecessary.”

T’Challa takes your wrist, bringing your fingers down to his lips, kissing their tips.  “You have my word, and my heart...and my undivided attention.”

T’Challa reaches for your hips, snaking his hands down your thighs to bring you across his lap facing him as you straddle.  

“Shuri said I am 6 weeks at least.”  You whisper in his ear.

T’Challa beams with pride, grabbing your waist and rolling small circles over your stomach.  “My Bast, our little bean must be excited to see the world.”

“Little Bean, that’s cute ChaCha.”  You feel at home in his lap, those big beautiful eyes looking up at you is the best view you can imagine.  There had to be a reason for falling for him so fast, one that was not in vain.  Maybe your future child is one but your inner confidence being fortified by T’Challa’s cosigning and being exposed to a new world, much better than any you have known so far, seemed to help to assure you were on the right path as well.

You rest your forehead to T’Challa’s feeling a need build inside of you that he must have felt himself as his hands dipped between your legs to feel you through your bottoms.  Kissing him deeply, it felt good to express your love without worry, as the night concluded with passion uninhibited.

---

The next morning, you look over to T’Challa laid across the bed, out like a light.  So much for breakfast, as you check the time reading 11 am.  Getting up to get dressed, you take your time, feeling more and more at home with the Wakanda lifestyle.  The closet was filled with choices, all in your size of the latest Wakandan fashion.  You smile to yourself feeling the sturdy yet soft fabrics of all sorts of colors, thanking whomever (most likely Shuri) for being so accommodating.  You stay conservative, in a maroon colorblocked top with a tail in the back and some black leggings and sandals.  

Looking around the living area, you find a clear glass door with food behind it that appears to be the fridge.  You have an apple with a chocolate spread that is even better than Nutella, and if the label was right, carried enough nutrients for a balanced breakfast.  

You rubbed your belly or ‘Little Bean’ as your body digested and began to grow restless.  You decide that you want to see what Shuri is up to, just to get out and do something until T’Challa wakes.  

Getting on the elevator, you make you way to her lab floor, still buy but way more normal than yesterday.  As you walk down you pass the area in which Erik is located.  You would’ve missed it since no Dora were guarding at that point.  He looks as rested as T’Challa is, still sedated as he lays.  No one was in the hall to stop you as you walk towards his bed.  Looking him over, you can see his attractiveness.  T’Challa wasn’t wrong though about getting his licks in; one eye blackened, the other has a decent gash above his eyebrow.  There was bruising around his nose, and a similar cut on his lip like T’Challa had.  The locs give him an irresistible edge to his symmetrical features nonetheless.  A sheet covers most of his body, but you notice some keloids along his shoulder that put you off.  

Moving the sheet carefully, you notice they travel a long ways down his torso.  Did T’Challa do this?  No, couldn’t be, these are healed scars, right?  How did he get them in such abundance?  As you move the sheet back, you notice a necklace laid across his chest with a ring on the end.  Deja vu hits you as you reach for it, picking up the ring to study it.  Your mind flashes back to the ring that T’Challa has, the one that is on his hand as he caressed your belly while wounded.  Why would they have the same ring?

Quicker than you could react, Erik’s hand snaps out from the sheet to grab your wrist hard making you yelp.

His face is maniacal as he sits up pulling you towards him.  “Hey princess.  Bout time you brought your ass back around here.” 

Part X

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[khodorkovskaya]

update on uni life so far (and other stuff)

so everything’s going well so far, unige is amazing. i signed up to yoga classes every monday at 11 and it’s great. i have a couple of new friends. first there’s this guy called martin from maths. he’s from bulgaria and he speaks english which is a big plus. he helps me with exercises sometimes. and then there’s nelly who’s also from bulgaria and she’s super cool. it was her birthday last week so we went to a bar to celebrate. and yeahhh... 

the only thing that bothers me is how incompetent the administration is. but also like bureaucracy is always a pain in the ass so i can’t really blame them entirely. but literally no one knows how to do their job ahaha. i got angry at them and yelled at my bf this morning it was fun. 

this weekend im going to the mountains with ppl from international relations, it’s gonna be fun, i hope! gonna meet a bunch of people, looking forward to that.

other than that, my bf made love to me a couple of days ago and it was so good but we got interrupted by his flatmate. and i was super annoyed. cos like i was super horny. and yeah i really wish we could have sex more often cos his dick gives me life and it’s the best feeling in the world. i am so in love you guys, im telling you.

in other news, my mum’s boyfriend’s mum is very unwell. and it’s so sad, i feel horrible whenever i think about her cos she’s probably going to die very soon. and she’s such a sweet lady and i don’t want her to suffer, but she’s so ill. death is scary. and i mean she’s like 93, it’s a miracle in itself that she’s alive. but it’s so sad that life can’t exist without death and that it all has to end one day. she’s in constant pain and she can’t move around anymore and whenever i think about her i just want to cry. i hope she’ll be okay. 

also im decided to build my old dacha in minecraft and it’s making me so nostalgic. i with i could go back to that place, but there’s this whole family shitstorm going on ughh why are they all idiots. 

[saemihaw]

untagged but triggering stuff. Talking vaguely but you can guess the topic pretty easily from this I think..

Anyway I don't feel comfortable tagging it as that

okay yeah. This actually does affect me probably more than I really realize.

I'm crying a little bit. I'm okay. But I realize it did leave something in me.

Like even if it would exactly be 'extreme' in a sense. or well could have been worse in so many ways.

I have always felt little weird about thinking back at it and trying to brush it off really. I didn't know it's actually pretty common thing to happen (?)

Or well actually I did think it was something that would be normal, as I don't believe the intention was bad. Or that they could realize that.

And I'm not mad.

But I didn't realize that could be considered that..

Until recently I've started to question it more and apparently there's a whole name for that experience.

And I've been like... oh.... oh..?

so it's in fact isn't exactly normal... and can leave and impact... and I'm not crazy or.. bad person fir thinking it was...

I think also because that's more complicated. Like it feels wrong to say it'd be considered that because I don't think intentions were bad. And I don't have any hatred towards that. But it still kinda hurts.

When you look back it now also with more understanding.

Also the fact it'd happen twice with different people close to me at the time, but in slightly different own ways.

And then also added that around with that one friend that happening would be tied to a another thing we both would experience and now that I think of it's so fucked up.

but then also with another person that made me uncomfortable...

Like yeah no wonder those have often been at the back of my head as something weird but I didn't want to go in too deep to overthink it...

ughh.

then also thinking one incident... like I don't know if I'm being just too sensitive.

I've been just saying in my head it was nothing really serious and didn't mean to do that and I should have handled it better and be more honest or direct

but at the same time I did still say something and I wouldn't say yes... but then he wouldn't ask me the next time and would just go for it anyways.

ughh

I feel stupid cuz that wasn't even such a big thing.

And I'd go along with it too and I'd say it was okay and stuff when he'd later apologize if it was horrible experience as I hadn't been sure before

...like he still like knew that? and knew it could have been bad experience? like when I think of that more isn't that just literally wrong. didn't he also know it was probably wrong then? like he'd literally apologize over it

and my dumbass would say it was okay and I liked it. I don't honestly know did I or did I just kind of go into autopilot on that moment.

(I'm not saying that specific thing was somehow traumatizing or something though. like things wasn't that big honestly)

thank god we would do anything more than that lmao

I mean he'd once kind of try but I did say no and it ended there so like it's okay.

ughhhhh

Like actually many different, smaller or 'bigger' things has happened throughout the years that I didn't consider could be traumatizing. I didn't think I'd have trauma related to that.

Well. Expect when I'd kind of witness it, but it wasn't directed at me. But that's something I had panic attacks over years and had nightmares over it too and couldn't get it out of my head.

I think because that was actually coming from close, and you'd never want to think something like that would happen or person close to you would go as low as doing that.

I feel sick thinking about it. I feel unwell thinking about that night. how am I supposed to look at him or be nice when I fucking think he's disgusting.

I feel dirty myself for having to sometimes look past that thing. like everytime I talk to him at thr back of my head I'm yelling how I hate him and how I feel sick and find him disgusting and I hate that he just gets away with that I don't want to fucking see his face.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Anyway.

yeah uh.

Yeah

[yukiwrites]

A Great Step

Thank you so much for commissioning me again, @breeachuu! Happy Father’s Day! (shh it’s still father’s day somewhere)

Summary: After settling down in Ylisse, Cressida and Owain live their lives leisurely while getting along with their neighbors and friends. Once Cressida starts feeling unwell, Owain thinks he cursed her, when in truth, someone very special was on her way...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

After the initial surprise of Owain and the others' sudden return, slowly did the former companions adjust to a new everyday life in Ylisse.

It was the first time for Owain to live in a peaceful world. His life one filled with fighting, death and survival, he knew he wouldn't be able to abandon the way of the sword in exchange for a truly uneventful life. Which is why he decided to follow in his father's footsteps -- not to be a knight, no, but to help maintain order in the capital as part of the city's guard. He served directly under Frederick, though it was a chore of its own for him to be granted the job in first place.

Lissa wanted to keep him around at the castle, but Owain didn't want to steal the place of little Owi; he knew that this era's Owain would grow up without knowing war and he would need his mother more than anything.

Besides, it would be the first time he'd been living for himself -- and for his wife, Cressida. The prospect of forming a new life, such a distant dream in the past, made his blood boil in excitement.

After much discussion, Frederick, Cressida and Owain managed to convince Lissa to let him live outside the castle, and Chrom was kind enough to arrange for a home at the heart of the capitol (after being pestered day and night by his sister, no less). The house was small and simple, but its coziness always left both Owain's and Cressida's heart a puddle of warmth.

Their own home.

"Let's treat it well," Cressida whispered once, seeing how much work they'd need to go through to make it a livable place. She welcomed it with open hands.

They cleaned the back and front yards, pulled the weeds, showered it with pesticide, plastered the walls, fixed small front gate (one could even jump over it or even over the outer walls for that matter, but everything was so cute they couldn't get rid of it), gave it a thorough paint-over all the while doing small jobs for the old folks living nearby. Soon they had a network of old ladies and gentlemen willing to help them build their dream home: old carpenters would build them chairs, tables or stools to thank them for the service; old seamstresses sewed curtains, bed and table sheets. One of them even gave Cressida a scarf, thinking she would be cold during the winter season (she always used it to go outside, despite barely needing it. Everything was so new, warm and wonderful she couldn't even believe it was her own life).

Slowly but surely did their dream home came to be as Owain fit like a glove for his new job. Since he was well-known in the neighborhood, the friendly elderly people would give him apples and lunch or ask for his colleagues to fetch him so they could send him on errands.

"Owain Dark, in service of the people!" He would always reply to a call, entertaining children and adults alike. They would clap and ask him to do more of his demonstrations and Cressida knew how much he loved the attention.

Truly, his homeworld was the best for them.

After a while, however, Owain couldn't help but want to go back to tapping into his own magical power. Back in Nohr, he would craft potions and do seemingly random rituals to cure fevers or boost their allies' stamina or strength. He knew he still had the aptitude to do so in Ylisse, so after they were done renovating the house, he suggested they planted herbs and sold potions.

Cressida raised an eyebrow. "I already am tending to the back garden with the vegetables we trade around the city. If you tell me how to tend to the herbs, I don't see why not to keep an herb garden at the front yard."

"MIGHTY CRESSIDA!" He beamed, hugging her breath away. "I thought you'd refuse! Thank Naga, haha! I'll ask around for the seeds tomorrow!"

"Ask around?" Cressida coughed, being almost strangled by her husband's strong grip.

He let go without realizing what he was doing, looking up in thought. "Yeah. I'm sure Henry, Tharja, Ricken or Miriel keep one herb garden or two. I'll send Henry and Tharja a bird if I can't find what I need from Miriel or Ricken."

The bow knight smiled softly, enjoying how truly happy her husband had been after they came to Ylisse. She caressed his cheek, making him look at her, bashful. "Remember to ask how to tend to the herbs, too. Almost everything here is different from Nohr or Valla. The care these plants need will of course differ."

"Fear not, Mighty Cressida, for this cursed hand has a green finger in it!" He raised his index, a playful yet proud smile growing over his lips.

"Hah, alright, then." She snickered, nudging her nose on his neck, making him ticklish. "I'll be in your care then, Cursed Green Finger."

"Hey, it's my cursed hand with a green finger in it!" He grumbled with a smile, lifting her head so they could share a kiss.

Ah, truly, life couldn't get any better!

The herb garden was an absolute success, especially around their elderly neighbors. They all needed herbs for colds, back pains or a good tea leaf in general, so they would stop by even more often than before.

Owain also started messing around with potions again -- he managed to invent a hair-growing potion (mentioning how one of his friends with a receding hairline would probably need it someday) and took lessons with Severa's father, Stahl about how to make healing concoctions.

Always a diligent student, Cressida picked it all up rather quickly. Soon she, too, was into potion making. They would often mix the ingredients after Owain came back from his day job, happily talking about the recent events.

A few months passed, turning such meetings part of their daily routine. It was truly pleasant to simply sit back and relax with their beloved while making soothing mixtures.

"What's that you're brewing there, Owain?" Cressida gave her husband the stinky eye one day, looking over his shoulder to the small caldron he mixed a lot of somethings in. The goo inside was purple.

"'Tis a new mixture for stomach ache! Drink this and you'll NEVER have pains in your insides again!"

"... Yeah, 'cause you'll be dead." She coughed, covering her nose. "This smells terri-ughh..." Feeling increasingly nauseated, Cressida scooted away from her husband. "T-take this away, please-"

"C-Cressida! What's wrong? You're pale-" panicking, Owain turned from his goo to his wife.

The bow knight felt her vision spiralling as her insides turned around. The more she breathed, despite covering her nose with her hand, the worse she felt -- curse that disgusting smell! She quickly got up, her uncertain and shaky feet taking her to the latrines.

"Cressida-"

"Get-ugh, get rid of that!" She yelled after throwing up, exhausted from the effort.

"R-right away!" He took the cauldron and dumped the contents inside an old pot, sealing it right after, intent on burying it at the yard.

Breathing heavily, Cressida sat down and weakly watched as he headed outside. "What're you gonna do with this, dummy? You'll poison our soil! Throw it away somewhere instead." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, resting her head over one arm. "Ugh, I feel terrible."

"I-I'm sorry, Cressida-- I didn't even use a vomit-inducing herb and yet-"

"Urlp- don't talk about that, I'm getting sick again." She curled up over the chair, holding her stomach with her free hand. "Enough potion making for today, take me to bed." She breathed out, too tired to get up and go back to their room.

"At once, my lady." Owain bowed, still feeling guilty, and took his wife on his arms, placing her over the bed with the utmost care. "Do you want me to fetch you a potion-"

"Enough potions," Cressida snorted, regretting it immediately for it riled up her empty and sensitive stomach. "Just give me water... tomorrow." She snuggled on his chest, silently ordering him to stay with her.

Blushing, Owain obeyed. With a sway of his hand, he made a weak wind blow out their candles and snuggled to bed with his wife.

However, what they thought an inconsequential event happened again the morning after.

This time, Cressida woke up and quickly ran to the latrines, throwing up nothing but transparent liquid, since her stomach was empty.

Horrified, Owain ran to the outskirts of the city to throw the cursed pot awain, sparing it a prayer so it would get purified. As much he wanted to stay with her the whole day, Cressida didn't let him miss work because she was feeling light-headed.

Resting all day wasn't becoming of her, but in lieu of what she felt throughout the night, Cressida allowed herself to sleep in until after noon. It apparently did the trick, so she went back to working in the fields after eating.

Owain used his lunch break to run back home and check on his wife, but breathed in relief to see her up and about.

Would she stayed that way forever!

The next day, once again she threw up in the morning, feeling exceedingly tired hours after her stomach settled down. Desperate, Owain was set on calling a proper healer to not only revoke his potion making license but to cure his wife of whatever curse he had placed over her.

"I'm okay, Owain, really. My stomach's just a bit upset because I haven't thrown up in so long. Don't overreact, okay?" She assured him later that evening, preventing him from causing a scene. "I promise I'll wake up feeling better tomorrow."

"Still, I must call a heal- Mother! Mother will know for sure-"

"N-no!" Cressida stuttered. "No need to bother Lady Lissa for something as silly as an upset stomach, c'mon." She patted his arm, making him lie down beside her. "Please? I'm all better now, believe me."

Still worried, Owain said nothing, though his lips pouted adorably. Smiling, Cressida stole a peck at them before turning back to sleep, making him sag his shoulders with relief.

His worries did seem unfounded the following morning: Cressida woke up earlier than him, and full of energy. "What did I tell you?" She smirked, setting the table for breakfast.

"Take it easy today, Mighty Cressida." He said in a serious voice, holding her hand and taking the plate from it to place it on the table. "I can't bear to see you ill again."

Cressida felt her heart tighten with love. How adorable he was when he was worried! "I'll be fine, silly. But thanks for worrying." She reassured, once again stealing a peck from his lips. Owain gripped at the plate for a moment longer before turning back to help her with breakfast.

He begrudgingly left to work, wanting to stay a minute more with Cressida so as to watch over her. She managed to shoo him away, however, and went back to her business to tend to the fields.

Despite actually feeling better that morning, she knew that she wasn't in her usual shape -- doing the slightest of chores tired her out immensely. She managed to keep it together while Owain was there, but right after he was out of her sight, she kneeled on the ground so as to catch her breath.

"What's going on?" Dizzy, she held her head in an attempt to see more clearly. The scorching sun burned her back and arms, making her hyperventilate. "Owain, I'm sorry..." she breathed out, her consciousness fading away.

"Cressida!" She heard her name being called in the distance, as though she was behind a thick glass window.

Worried, Owain had ran back home to check on his wife, known for overworking herself. He caught the exact moment she fell on her knees and passed out, his heart stopping for a solid minute. "CRESSIDA!" He yelled atop of his lungs, quickly scooping her in his arms. Instead of running back home, he took her to the closest healer's clinic in their neighborhood. "P-please, save Cressida!" He asked desperately.

Alarmed, the old woman made Owain place his wife over an empty bed and examined her while asking all sorts of questions. "When did this start? Are you certain that it was the potion? Do you still have it? If so, bring it to me. Was there any other time she felt sick like this? Has she been irritable lately?"

So many random questions they threw Owain off of the loop. He had ran back to the outskirts to grab the cursed pot so the woman could analyze it and was out of breath as she came to a conclusion.

"This is really just stomach medicine. Apart from its foul smell, it's harmless." She concluded, giving the dirty pot back to him. "You said that she felt sick during the mornings, but was it only through this week? Haven't you noticed anything before it? Has she complained about getting bloated-"

"Ah, uh, yeah... I was making that potion because she said her stomach wasn't feeling well recently and that she was bloated for some reason." He replied absent-mindedly, his wide eyes focused on his sleeping wife.

"I can't tell this for certain without properly talking to her, but for now I'll simply tell you that she might be pregnant." The woman said with a faint smile. "Congratulations, Owain, my boy." She patted his shoulder.

"Congra-" He stuttered, his heart cold and his feet falling into a black hole under him. "Child- baby? Mine? Pregn- Cressida?" he mumbled incoherently, not knowing how to react.

He was ashamed to admit that the thought had never crossed his mind, or at least not that soon. He clenched his hands one on the other, his vision darkening around him.

Children? His? Could HE raise a child? After everything he had done to so many people in his life? He took the lives of hundreds all so he himself could keep living.

Look at him; his body was made for fighting -- and even after achieving the long-sought peace, he still chose to follow the way of the sword. His hands were great to take lives and end wars, not raise children.

He avoided spending too long beside his little brother in fears of hurting him or robbing him of his precious time with their mother. He loved being around children, yes, but having one of his own? That… that was a large step. Could he raise, care and lull a baby of his own? Him? With his clumsy hands and theatrical flairs?

He'd been told off over and over throughout his life about 'what a child' he was, or that he had to 'grow up'. Could a child raise another one? Could a child who'd killed many people raise a sinless child?

Owain didn't hear anything else the woman said, nor did he notice when time passed and night fell. The chill in the air made him get up to look at the moon which shone down on the window he was sitting by. "Can these hands even raise something without destroying it?" He whispered as he looked at his open palms under the moonlight.

"What're you talking about? You're so good at growing plants." Cressida breathed out, still a bit out of it. Blinking, she realized she wasn't on their bed. "Where's this?"

Owain felt reality crash down in his chest as his legs trembled and his shoulders fell with the pressure. "Y-you collapsed and..." He hiccuped, turning to her. She widened her eyes. Look at how much pain he had in his expression!

"Owain," Cressida opened her arms, urging him to snuggle on her chest. He choked a sob and sat by the bed, digging his head over her shoulder.

"T-they said that you're p-pregnant." He said under sobs, weakly wrapping his arms around her, mindful of her condition.

Cressida's mouth was left agape in shock. "Pregnant-" She stuttered, torn between being overjoyed and worried. The expression she saw on Owain's face a moment ago wasn't one of happiness, after all. "This is a big step, huh..."

Saying nothing, Owain nodded, sniffling by her chest. "How c-can I raise a child after going through so much death? Am I allowed this happiness?"

Cressida's heart twinged with pain and love. She took one of his hands to her stomach, giggling at how cold both of them were. "If you're unsure of how to feel about this, then why don't we go talk with Sir Frederick tomorrow and ask him how he first felt when he found out he was going to be a father? I'm sure he'll have the answers you're looking for; with him being a knight and all, he'll know what you're feeling."

Owain's breathing steadied for a moment; Cressida knew how highly he thought of his father, after all.

"Besides," she went on, raising her shoulder so he could look at her in the eyes. "I don't know about you, but I can't wait to meet our baby." She bit her lower lip, her heart a jumbled mess of feelings: anxiety, eagerness, fear, love, protectiveness... All for hearing a single sentence.

Pregnancy.

She knew her husband well -- he was overwhelmed by the sudden change and didn't know how to react, but she was sure he would come around to looking forward to it as much as, if not more than, her. They sealed their promise with a quiet kiss, both of them too anxious to fall asleep. Instead, they simply lied in each other's arms over that cramped infirmary bed, their thoughts of the future.

The next day, they left before reveille was announced at the castle for the recruits, intent on finding Frederick before the day properly started.

Owain stumbled upon his words, unsure of how to properly ask something so personal yet so important to him, as his father's child. He blushed deeply once Frederick finally understood what his son meant with the question and Cressida had to jump back for Frederick bear hugged his son immediately. "A child?! Haha! To think I would live to see the day my grandchild is born!" The knight laughed as his tears streamed down his face. "You're with child!" He beamed, quickly scooping Cressida into the hug, squeezing them to the bone-shattering point. "What joy!"

"F-father, c-can't breathe..."

"You'll kill me before your g-grandchild is born..." Cressida gasped, not understanding how Frederick could even HUG someone while wearing that much armor.

"Oh, forgive me." As though he hadn't been crying a second ago, he released them both from his grip, sniffling with pride. "Ah, Owain, my son! This feeling is almost the same as the one I felt the day I met you!"

Owain's head drooped to the side. "Met me? B-but Father, I was asking about when mother was pregn-"

"But don't you see, Son? I was already a father the day I met you! How proud I was to see that my son had grown up to be such a principled and strong young man! I hadn't experienced your conception nor your birthting, indeed, but can you deny that our bonds are just the same, if not stronger, than the ones I hold with your brother?" He patted Owain's shoulder as the younger man tried and failed to keep his tears in check. "You are my true son, Owain, and meeting you that day on the Sage's Hamlet... Seeing you fight so valiantly to protect the weak filled my heart with pride."

"F-father..."

"Being a parent can be tiring and taxing, yes, but it is so much more rewarding in turn! Just by thinking about that small baby fills your heart with strength! Every day do I train harder than the previous one just so I can keep both of you safe." The knight puffed his chest with pride. "You'll feel that with your whole being as you teach and watch your baby grow, I am certain of it."

Owain widened his eyes, the tears stopping. "The legend..." He whispered, making Cressida and Frederick both bend over to listen in. "The legend... WILL... LIVE ON!! UWOOOOOH!" He yelled to the sky above, starling wife and father both. "MIGHTY CRESSIDA!" He picked her up and lifted her towards the sky, as he did years ago when they came back home. "WE'LL BE THE ONES TO CONTINUE WITH THE LEGENDARY GENERATION I THOUGHT LOST ON ME! OUR BABY IS TRULY THE CHOSEN ONE!" He twirled her around, laughing as she covered her mouth with both hands so as not to be swept by his enthusiasm and scream as well.

"Let's raise he or she well, yes?" She managed to level her voice amidst all the twirling, prompting Owain to put her on the floor and wrap his arms around her shoulders.

"... Yes. Yes, let's make this baby happy with everything we have. We'll... learn together." He felt his eyes once again burn with tears.

"As it should be," Cressida herself couldn't hold back her emotion any longer, but a noise coming from behind caught their attention.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait..." A voice said over and over like a chant. "WAITAMINUTE! YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" Lissa pointed from the door, little Owain in tow. She didn't wait for them to reply, however. "I'M... I'M GONNA BE A GRANDMOTHER? BUT I <JUST> GAVE BIRTH TO YOU!"

"Mom, I'm not a baby! I'm 5 already!" Little Owain puffed his chest, not understanding what was going on.

"SEE? A BABY!" She ignored when Owain commented that she hadn't given birth to him. "A BABY! HAVING ANOTHER BABY! FREDERICK!"

Smiling, the knight simply turned to his small and loud wife, taking her extended hand.

"I NEED TO MOVE IN WITH THEM!" Desperate, her eyes were spinning. "A baby having another baby!!"

"M-moooom!" Owain protested under his wife's loud laughter. Cressida could barely wait to meet her and Owain's child!