#Will be staring longingly at him and crying over what I cannot have

[revenantghost]

HOLY SWEET SPACE COWBOY JESUS

[blorbologist]

Spotify Wrapped Writing Game - #33 with Sylas and/or Delilah.

33: The Road Most Travelled, Morrowind Soundtrack

The carriage ride to Port Damali is tantamount to torture. 

Imagine: a nauseating haze, wherein you are afflicted with every possible form of weakness. Cradled by sickness like a babe without even the force to cry, to the point pain is no relief. To the point the only kindness you can hope for is an end, as bloody or bile-filled as it need be, so long as it spares her the ache of this fruitless effort. 

Imagine, then, that you are more alive than you ever were. Fast as a man chased by devils, more powerful, even crueler - finally, finally, a match for her. 

And then Sylas and Delilah stuffed themselves into carriages and inns and all sorts of cramped, terrible places. For weeks.

They cannot be Sylas and Delilah Briarwood; that would attract too much attention. And the Cobalt Soul, once his condition was discovered, has been nothing if not attentive.

Under the guise of perfectly bland travelers, they cannot have undead horses that need no rest or feed. Or reanimated carriageboys who do not ask for sleep or a tip, if it pleases mi’lord? And they certainly cannot be followed by a string of brutal murders to stretch Sylas’ sore muscles. or fully appreciate the gift Delilah has given him. or to alleviate the boredom from spending most of each day trapped in a rolling box. 

The coffin would almost be better! At least it has dirt in it. Except the one time he tried (look at him, experimenting - Delilah has rubbed off on him) the jostling made him very sick. And it would do no good to be sick after his dear Delilah went to such lengths to make sure he never would be again. 

So. Carriage it is.

He can’t even chew out the scenery - they travel by day to avoid suspicion, which requires the curtains be kept cinched shut. For a time, it was almost distracting to try and guess what the world outside was like. The carefully slow pace of the horses on narrow roads running between trees or alongside cliffs. The quality of the road, the type of gravel or sand or soil or cobble beneath their wheels, implying the terrain and civilization beyond. 

(And there’s another issue. Baggage kept carefully in the coffin and carefully selected feedings at night. Because there’s no one but them, and the carriageboy, and the horses, and Delilah’s blood is loud whenever she looks at him.)

Sylas is this close to braining himself on the ornate wood panelling for lack of something to do. Test out the healing factor. That would irk Delilah, though.

Which is about the only distraction he has: however twitchy he might be, Delilah is handling the boredom far, far less gracefully.

Wizards are very used to convenience, he’s found - and their journey is one long, long inconvenience. 

The carriage wheels purr. To their left, the world hisses out breath in gentle sighs. Sylas licks his lips; the air smells like blood. Like salt.

With a discreet peek at his wife, Sylas inches the arm he has lazily thrown over their seat. His fingers play with the edge of the velvet curtain. A glance - she’s engrossed in the trashy smut novel, dog-eared by now. Gently, he tugs the fabric open, revealing - 

He easily catches the book Delilah just threw at him.

“Sylas,” she hisses.

Pouting, he looks over the poor novel for damage. “Delilah,” he replies, aghast. “I never thought I would see you treat a book so terribly.” (He is, admittedly, a touch fond of this one. It has made their nights in various dreary inns interesting… if only due to Delilah's spite and irritation.)

She repeats, “Sylas! It’s midday.”

“But I’ve never seen the ocean before, dear.”

“You’ll burn, Sylas. The ocean will still be there tonight - it would be nice if you were, too.”

With exaggerated dejection he stares longingly at the curtains. The light filters through them just so - like skeins of flesh from flayed prey. How’s that for romantic prose? “I suppose. If it makes you happy.”

Delilah huffs. “Very happy.” She wiggles around, seething, until she finds a comfortable position. It just so happens that this means curling up against his side in such a way that will surely give her a sore back within the hour.

Perching his chin in his hands completes his dejected portrait - but it also serves to hide his smile. He doesn't actually care to see the ocean. Not really - Delilah's ire is more lovely than any view. And it’s fun, being her distraction. 

Maybe he should try reading the novel, to further entertain her on this long ride.

For my Spotify Wrapped prompt game!

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

You're not fucking talking to him.

That's not your decision to make, Bliklotep.

They know it isn't. T'noy Karaxis reaches for her, hands opening and closing. Pokey holds him back, trying to pull his arms back down.

To think you have the nerve-

I work here with the children. Children like him.

She inclines her head to Tinky, who has started whining for her, starting to cry again.

I am here to help my brother.

Like your "help" post-Hatchetfield, you fucking backstabbing-

I COULDN'T HAVE DONE ANYTHING.

Her booming voice fills the hall despite the lack of echo. Wiggog shudders at the spindly pinpricks crawling up his leg. He brushes off nothing. Nibblenephim scoots back into the chair and wall with a wince, a bitter and musty taste curling on his tongue.

I am still a god. Your footing has slipped.

She steps closer. Blinky shifts to block his brother from view. Tinky moves the other way, gaze fixed on her gentle glow. His eyes grow large.

Mmm!

Webby's lips ghost a smile. Her white pupils meet Wiggly's green eyes as her voice rings.

If it's any comfort, I don't have to stay longer than he wants me to. Then it will be like this never happened.

Wiggog Y'wrath seethes, fingers twitching into a fist.

He's si - delirious. You cannot possibly think he's in his right mind.

There's a glint flashing across her eyes he doesn't catch the meaning of. Her voice holds a faint ding of laughter.

Interesting vocal development, Wiggly. And, nice crown.

He glares at the couch's floral pattern, yanking his crown tighter over his head. Bliklotep scoffs, scrutinizing her.

Are you really so young that you're oblivious to how much damage you caused after-

Do you really think he's thinking about that right now?

T'noy presses into his brother's shoulder, staring at Webby longingly. His excited eyes meet his big brother's. Blinky cringes, voice quiet.

...OK.

The other three splutter disbelievingly.

What?! But-

Are you serious-?

Brother, you cannot just-

He glares at both of them in turn.

Enough. We will allow Webblin N'yok to stay in this house for however long T'noy Karaxis wishes.

Though his voice dips at 'however', the rest is as formal as a godly oath. He moves out of the way, brow creased worringly.

If you do anything, N'yok-

He hisses the name like a curse. She frowns, solemn.

You think so little of me now, Blinky.

Without another word, Blinky gestures for Pokey to let Karaxis go. He obeys hesitantly. Understanding the implication, T'noy grins and clacks his knuckles together. He pulls away from Pokey, accidentally kneeing him in the shin.

Ugh...

Webby's anger vanishes as soon as Tinky crawls to her. Kneeling with open arms, Webby beams at her little brother.

Hello, T'noy Karaxis.

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2023 - Day 5

@gereng-week

Prompt: Alice in Wonderland AU || Memories

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 709

Read on AO3

Times Have Changed

The rose garden was young Prince Arthur’s favourite place in the Hearts’ castle. He had ditched his guards for the afternoon and retired here to catch up on some reading and finally have a moment to himself. He knew why the guards were important, but within the castle walls which were also heavily guarded, why did he need to have a handful of them following him around everywhere?

Amongst the petals and thorns, he felt safe. The guards would know where he was though, so he had to enjoy his seclusion while it lasted.

He had just settled on a bench with his book when he heard a thump followed by a faint crying. He tried to ignore it at first, but then it became louder. With a sigh, he slipped in the bookmark and tried to follow the wails.

A boy, a couple of years younger than Arthur was hunched over on the gravel path, eyes welled with tears. Arthur looked around for a parent or sibling. What was this child doing in the castle in the first place? He squinted down at the boy.

“Who are you,” Arthur asked cooly.

The boy just sniveled, furiously wiping his eyes. Arthur noted the scrapes of red on his palms.

With a sigh, Arthur crouched before him, holding out a handkerchief. He took the boy's hand and cleaned up the small beads of blood. “We’ll have to get you bandages and a proper cleaning but this should help for now. Are you out here alone?”

The boy looked around before nodding. “I can’t find my brother,” he whispered wetly, “I was just with him but…”

“It’s okay. We’ll find him.” Arthur looked over the boy. There was something familiar about those piercing eyes. “Is your brother by chance a guard?”

“Mhm…He’s the captain.”

Just his luck.

Arthur looked longingly at his book before offering his hand to the boy. “Come. We’ll look for him together.

The boy stared at the hand, lip quivering, eyes widening in realization.

“I may be the prince, but there is no need to fret. Your brother will surely not let anything happen to you if anyone complains.”

The boy finally accepted the extended hand and followed Arthur back into the castle.

“What’s your name by the way?” Arthur asked. “You already presumably know mine.”

“Ludwig…”

“Nice to meet you, Ludwig.”

— — —

“The roses are particularly lush this year don’t you think?” Arthur mused, cradling one of them in his hand.

Ludwig just hummed half-heartedly, eyes trained everywhere but the rose bush.

“Sound more enthusiastic, will you? You used to love the roses almost as much as I.”

Arthur snipped the flower off, tucking it behind Ludwig’s ear.

“I’m working Arthur,” Ludwig hissed, tightening his hold on his spear.

Arthur waved his hand. “I’m the Queen, you cannot get in trouble on my watch. Plus, you’re always going above and beyond. You deserve a break.”

Fingers grazed Ludwig’s cheek. The guard only shuttered away. “I may not get in trouble, but you may. If I let my guard down for just a second, who knows–”

“Shhhhh.” Arthur lifted his finger to Ludwig’s lips. “There are other guards around. Let them worry for once love.”

“But I’m your personal guard.”

Arthur sighed, giving up the fight to sit down for his afternoon tea. Looking at the spread an idea formed.

“You know…” Arthur began, fiddling with his spoon. “These sweets and tea could very well be poisoned.”

“Why would the kitchen–”

“You of all people should know there could be double agents, enemies hiding in plain sight.” Arthur held up a lemon square to Ludwig. “Maybe you should test them for me.”

Ludwig’s eyes narrowed. Arthur knew that Ludwig knew what he was doing. Arthur just smirked.

Ludwig took a bite of the pastry. Though he tried to keep a hard look, Arthur could see the glint of joy in his eyes. Ludwig always had a weakness for sweets.

As Ludwig began to enjoy the sweets, Arthur couldn’t help but smile. He had come so far from that teary-eyed boy with the scrapes on his knees. It was now Ludwig caring for him, protecting him. And they’d grown so much closer. How times had changed.

[amiharana]

Magnet as a revalink song👀?

i hope this was referring to the vocaloid song 'magnet' i only know like three vocaloid songs and those are World is mine, romeo & cinderella, and irony (but the lizz robinett eng cover) ☝️😀

i also realize now that this is the song with the extremely intimate 'staring longingly into one another's eyes while our butterfly headphones mics are intertwined' album cover and i couldn't be anymore pleased to enthusiastically announce that YES, that in itself is so revalink 😋 where is the fanart for it i need it so bad

miku!revali x luka!link, but here's my live slug reaction to the lyrics. (i skipped the first verse, but i used a mix of this video and this vocaloid lyric wikia to look at lyrics. lmk if the translations are wrong or if there are better interpretations!)

I'm wrapped around your finger from the lips to the tongue Even if this is something that cannot be allowed, The flames jump higher still

if there's anything that anyone should know about me as revalinker, it's that i'm completely obsessed with the idea of link always being wrapped around revali for cuddles, for napping on him, etc., and revali just letting him because he's so fond of link he can't and won't say no. link is wrapped around revali's finger (his wing?) physically; revali is wrapped around link's finger metaphorically.

and for the next lines, consider the idea of revali with this warped idea of loving and being loved in his status as a champion, and him trying to maintain a boundary between the two of them. he tries to find every excuse why he and link can't be together even though he's desperately in love with link anyway; they're champions and have responsibilities to their people, they're foils to each others, they butt heads too often, they're too different to be together, or what would the other champions, or the people of hyrule think if they knew they were together? and yet still, they can't help but continue to seek each other out and intertwine and wrap around each other once more.

Every moment, it's harder to restrain myself If this is love, I want to wear it on my sleeve The "strange feeling" turns into an unbearable longing I would follow you to the end of forever

OH MY GOD. I CAN'T BREATHE. STOLE THE BREATH OUT OF MY LUNGS. there's a reason why i said luka!link i was like THESE LINES. THIS IS LINK RIGHT HERE.

going back to what i said about revali trying to keep them apart for all his stupid reasons, link disregards all of them because he wants revali and he knows revali wants him, too. he knows revali just wants to protect the both of them from anything that could tear them apart or anyone who could oppose them, but who cares what others think? if link hadn't already vowed to silence, he would wish to declare his love for revali for the rest of his days, to wear his heart on his sleeve proudly.

the last two lines. oughghfj. ougugh! i'm screaming crying shitting pissing and throwing up. oh god. i love slow burn for revalink so bad, especially link taking forever to realize that he's in love with revali but when he finally does, he's completely devoted. link being like "what is this feeling. i'm supposed to hate your ass but um. i kinda can't live without it." KJDHFJKSDFHJKSDKJFH he would have followed revali into the afterlife and dragged his soul back if he could

With a heart that has gone astray, We will melt so easily That there's no free time for us even to feel each other's tenderness

thinking about link who puts his duty as the wielder of the sword that seals that darkness over his own happiness, over his own love for revali, because that's his responsibility, his purpose. what else was he made to do?

thinking about revalink who will never get the chance to love each other, to hold each other close and look upon each other fondly and sweetly because of that damned calamity. there's no place for tenderness in these prophetical battlefields. they were always doomed to never be.

What has been repeating is not our dream, But the unmistakably realistic "we" If we touch, I know we can never go back, But that's fine; you are everything in the world to me

THEY'RE SO CLOSE. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR. i'm telling you, revali, it doesn't have to be this way, you can have link if you just choose to be with him 🥹

but also i was talking to @senchee the other day about an au timeline split where it's like avengers: endgame when captain america goes back in time to be with peggy. what if after totk, link went back in time to be with revali. haha. "if we touch i know i can never go back" when he gets sent back in time by rauru or something, it was actually just to send his spirit to see the champions one last time as a fulfilled wish, and rauru tells him not to touch anyone in the past because he'll get stuck there with no way of returning to the present if he does (but rauru is fully aware of what link is about to do 😋)

hylians and rito aren't long lived, especially not over a hundred years if that's how far back link went, but when link doesn't return from the past, rauru takes zelda to rito village goddess statue, where there is now a tablet on revali's landing, memorializing link and revali :)

As dawn breaks, I become uneasy and end up in tears When you whispered, "It's alright", did I hear tears in your voice too?

it's giving the scene in 'pinesong' by aperplexingpuzzle when revali cries every time he watches the sunrise. i love that fic so much i need to go back and reread the revalink bible.

if totk link went back in time to be with revali, do you think he'd cry at the sunrise too, counting every single sacrifice he had to make to be back here again?

and lastly,

I want you to embrace me, I want you to tell me that you don't think this is a mistake I want you to kiss me, I want you to remake me, I want to drown in this moment of captivation I'm drawn to you like a magnet Even if I left, we would find each other again Let's become one; I can never go back but that's fine You're everything in the world to me

oh my god. oh my god. i can't move. you people are gay 🫵😧🏳️‍🌈

revali may speak verbosely, decorating his intentions in all sorts of flowery words, but for link, desire is plain. it's so easy to fluster revali with such simplicity; what better way to convey it with such directness?

[twiixr4kidz]

Ok this will be da final request…. Scott and the evil exes on their wedding day with y/n headcanons!!! I just luv ur work so much XD

but ofc!!

scott and the evil exes on your wedding day!!

scott pilgrim

I KNOW I SAY HE CRIES A LOT BUT HE'S A BIG CRYBABY

cries when he sees you in your outfit, cries when he sees you walking down the aisle, cries before, during, and after the ceremony, cries during the afterparty, cries when you're cutting the cake, cries shoving the cake into your face

he cannot believe it's happening

he cannot believe ANYTHING is happening

bro is just shocked and so so happy

matthew patel

as the resident cornball, you can BET matthew's been waiting for this day

he's been dreaming about the most picture perfect wedding between the two of you, and as the ceremony is going underway, he just realizes

it's like something hits him

and he can't stop smiling

he looks like a dork, the way he's smiling so widely in his suit and tie, just grinning from ear to ear as he stares at you

and the way he quite literally SWOOPS YOU OFF YOUR FEET TO KISS HIM??

lucas lee

oh, lucas

bro is sighing all dreamily at the very thought of marrying you, so when it's actually happening, it's a dream come true for him

he loves the idea of settling down with you

just the two of you, living together and coexisting as both your own people and as a whole

he's so suave too? he's just telling you the most romantic things the entire day

he doesn't cry, but he's close to it

todd ingram

he is a walking ball of anxiety

does he look nice? is everything going to go as planned? are you having second thoughts? is he having seconds thoughts? are these second thoughts? or is he just overthinking?

LITERALLY SHAKING PROFUSELY but he refuses to show his anxiety aside from that

grasps your hands the whole time and stares longingly into your eyes

you can tell he's seconds from just kissing you and hugging you so tight you feel like you're going to explode

he's resisting the urge but you're standing there, so close to him, and you look so perfect he feels like his knees are going to buckle and he's going to fall over

HE'S A MESS

literally bawls into your arms when the two of you are alone

roxie richter

literally bouncing off the walls

look, okay, so... roxie never really thought? of getting married?

it wasn't something she considered to be a life goal, and she honestly kinda frowned at the idea of marriage

but the two of you had a long discussion about what marriage meant to the two of you instead of what it meant to the rest of the world

and now that it was actually happening and the two of you were getting married?

SHE'S SCREAMING, SHE'S CRYING, SHE'S GIGGLING, SHE'S LIKE A RABID PING PONG BALL

you've asked her like 12 times if she's sure she's okay but she's so overwhelmed with happy emotions that she just cannot control herself

and she's all the more excited when everything goes smoothly

she's so happy, and she knows for a fact that you are too

kyle katayanagi

he broke out the most expensive looking suit for this occasion

to be honest, he's worried he's not gonna look as good as you because as soon as you come walking down that aisle, he's going to start drooling

he already knows you're going to look literally perfect

totally freaking out but also so so so excited for this new chapter in your lives

he's a lot more relaxed than he usually is

until the afterparty, where his true party animal comes out and he gets drunk and starts throwing confetti at everybody

the confetti is napkins he ripped up

you're gonna have your hands full with this one

ken katayanagi

as soon as he makes eye contact with you, his entire expression melts into this smile that screams "you're the one"

the way he holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of them

and the way kisses you so passionately

he's always been so good with words, but in this moment, he doesn't need to rely on them

his actions say it all

he's never been happier to live out the rest of his days and get old with someone until he met you

gideon graves

big surprise, gideon goes ALL OUT

the fanciest food you've ever layed your eyes on, the entire set-up looks so glamorous, and you can only wonder how much he spent on everything

except no you can't, because with the way he's looking at you, you're too focused on the fact that OH MY GOD THIS IS HAPPENING

but, like todd, he's very anxious that this is actually happening

ofc he's excited, but his past still haunts him and he wants you to trust him

and as he looks into your eyes, he tells you how you're the most attractive person he's ever seen

how he can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you

and most of all, how's he so happy that you chose him

and it's then that he realizes you do

you trust him.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Could I possibly get some angst where L loses his composure and lashes at the reader because he's stressed? It can be angst to comfort if you're more comfy with that :)

Of course you can, lovebug! I honestly love angst but nobody ever requests it so thank you! <3

It’s been a long day, for both of you. You’re walking on eggshells and L’s mindlessly covering the floor in them with his grumpy mood.

He’s pacing right now, thumb between his lips and gnawed at roughly for the fourth time in 15 minutes. You’re holding a tray of snacks and watching him from the doorway. You’re worried about him. He’s had rough cases, sure, but right now he looks like he’d glare you through the floor if you tried to help.

It’s always like this when cases arise where there’s some kind of parent-child situation. His righteousness overfills and his moral compass skews more than usual, leaving him a frustrated, exhilarating wreck at the end for you to take care of.

You step into the room and his head whips around to stare blankly at you, questioning your audacity to enter his sacred space.

“Hi, sweetheart. I brought some snacks, maybe you’d like to take a break?”

His eyes narrow and he turns his face away from you.

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. I’m far too busy for a break.”

You nod and weave around his body to put the food down on his desk nonetheless, knowing he’ll still appreciate the gesture.

“Okay, well it’s here when you want it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

His cold eyes are locked on the tray.

“I thought I just told you I don’t need a break, am I incorrect to believe you heard me?”

You stutter, confused. “Well, yes… I just assumed you’d want to eat sometime.” You always end up doing so anyway is left unsaid but heard.

“I don’t.”

“…”

You stand there, unmoving and kind of stuck not knowing where to go from here.

“What are you doing? I said I don’t. I said I’m not taking a break. You’re just standing there as if I’ve said nothing, a little disrespectful, don’t you think?”

Geez, where did the entitlement come from?

“You don’t mean that. You’re stressed.” You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him, maybe you are.

“Of course I’m stressed, Y/n! Are you as stupid as you look? You’re not making this any easier. You should leave now before my focus is ruined entirely.”

You can’t even fight it, your legs are moving before you can think. He’s never this cruel, never to you. You’re aware you’re not as smart as he is but fuck, does he have to rub it in?

The sound of the door slamming wakes him from his trance and he turns to look longingly after. He hadn’t expected you to actually leave, you always stay with him during hard cases. How insensitive of you to leave him during this time of difficulty, do you even care about him?

Two people stand incredibly hurt by one another on different sides of a door. A tear slips from one’s eye, a audible crunch from the others mouth as he chews on his nail. When he finally sits back at his chair, he doesn’t care about your feelings anymore. He can’t afford to, he has to focus on this case. You can wait, justice cannot.

When you finally leave the building to go on a walk, you’re over it. You’ve forgiven mentally, given excuses for him before he can even apologize but the words still linger..

Still create painful illustrations of insecurities you’d buried prematurely, taking chunks of your confidence easily. The zombies of your past come back for you, eating you alive on a park bench as you question your devotion to your boyfriend. The ghosts of his past haunt him as he stares at a broken child’s face on his computer monitor, driving him to dedicate another sleepless day to solving the case.

Your face is hardened, stone cold and uncaring. You don’t even notice you’re crying until you feel your shirt become cold with tears. You smear them carelessly, angrily really, and fight the urge to scream.

How dare he? How dare you? How dare life? How are you supposed to go on feeling like this? How can everyone else just go about their day in pain? How do you forgive and forget? How do you live?

L’s fingers mindlessly pluck a strawberry from the tray, he’s through four before he realizes you were right. He’s through nine before the guilt settles in. He’s through the whole bowl before he lets himself grieve.

He stares longingly at the door, waiting for you to return so he can love you. He sent you out so he could focus but right now, all he can think about is the pain you must be in. He has no idea.

A pigeon lands on a sleeping person, crumpled on a park bench and shivering in their thin clothes. They’re completely unaware of the terror their boyfriend feels nearly four miles away as they rest, the eye bags almost as bad as his finally relaxing. They’re also unaware of the buzzing of their phone. They’re at peace, troubles far from their thoughts but nearby in physicality.

A pigeon flies away as a group of men approach the park bench. The phone buzzes more urgently. The person sleeps ever soundly. The case remains unsolved.

[phoenixyfriend]

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

AKA we combine several types of time travel for maximum Soft Chaos, let’s go

EDIT NOW THAT I’VE WRITTEN THIS UP: jfc this ended up much angstier than initially intended uhhhhhhhhhh sorry

So a common enough thing I’ve seen in time travel fics is characters getting de-aged when tossed back physically, to neither the age they should be in that time, nor the age they were from the time they left, but whatever is most convenient. This is usually de-aging OT Obi-Wan into his TCW self, for reasons relating to, chiefly, removing the damage of Tatooine absolutely destroying his body alongside PTSD-driven alcoholism, but also because fic writers are horny, and Ewan McGregor playing a late-thirties negotiator is on average more appealing to people than Alec Guinness playing a vaguely feral desert hermit.

So, here’s how it plays out:

We take Luke and Ben from some point in the OT. There are a variety of options depending on how angsty we want it to be. My first instinct is ‘right after Owen and Beru die’ but I want to have that sweet angst where Luke knows that his dad is Vader and that Obi-Wan was trying to convince him to kill his own father without telling him that.

We’ll go with shortly after Bespin, and then they end up significantly before TPM. The Obi-Wan of the timeline proper is, eh, let’s say eighteen. Not really ready to be a knight, but old enough that we don’t have to worry about “if we go save Shmi, do we somehow wipe out Anakin?” which is absolutely a worry. Anakin is a toddler, and is in no place to be evil, on account of being literally two years old. He can’t even explode people with his brain yet.

Now, Ben finds himself mid-thirties, as is traditional. He’s not upset at this, because his joints hurt so much less than they used to! His knees aren’t exactly teenage-perfect, but by the Force are they better than they were in the years before he died! His hair has color! He doesn’t have arthritis! And, goodness, no physical withdrawal symptoms! The psychological aspect is still there, but nonetheless, he’s in much better shape than he last remembers being.

Luke looks like he’s about six. He was recently twenty-two. This is not an upgrade. Ben keeps having to carry him. He can’t see over the counter when they enter a bar for information. He can’t enter the bar in the first place. He’s very annoyed by all of this.

Ben is not annoyed. Ben is having a lot of emotions, actually, but annoyance isn’t one of them. He didn’t get to help raise Luke the way he might have if Anakin hadn’t lost his shit, okay, he sees a small Luke and he wants to hug him and cry.

Luke would like to be able to purchase a speeder part without the lady at the stall asking him if he needs his “dad’s” permission.

Once they figure out when and where they are, they need to decide where and how to leave. There are general shenanigans to gamble their way into enough money to hire a ship. They are in the ass end of nowhere, but definitely not Tatooine. There appears to be a jungle. There appears to be a significant variety of man-eating creatures. There appears to be a temple to the Force of questionable origin. None of this is actually helpful, except for the moment they find a “baby’s first lightsaber” in the temple.

Luke only has one hand and, being a six-year-old, his body is growing too fast for him to bother with getting a wired-in prosthesis the way he could as an adult. He can get a more basic prosthesis, but nothing that attaches to the neurons. He’ll outgrow it too fast.

He’s tiny and he’s not used to doing things with just one hand. He uses the Force to do what one hand can't, and every time someone tries to tell him he's misusing the Force he whaps them with the empty sleeve.

So, you know, they find out what year it is. Ben has a breakdown. Luke is upset that he left behind his friends. Ben admits to him that Leia was his twin. Luke stares in horror because dude, she kissed him, you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier???

Ben points out that Beru and Owen were keeping Luke away from him for nineteen years, and then they had about three days of awkward travel to find Leia in the first place, and then Ben died. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to figure out how to tell him.

(This sparks an argument that lasts several days. All onlookers assume that Ben’s son is throwing a tantrum. He doesn’t correct them, even though this is a very valid reason to be upset, because the truth is much harder to explain.)

Sooooo they travel. Mostly, Ben plays Sabacc, cleans house, and pays their way towards Coruscant. Luke still really wants to learn to be a Proper Jedi, even though Ben is pretty sure that Luke would have... a lot of difference of opinion with the Temple, but sure. Coruscant. They can at least stop by, and see Qui-Gon, and Mace, and Quinlan, and Bant, and everyone else that’s still alive and not tragically deceased in the horror following the start of the Clone Wars and then the birth of the Empire, and Ben can have a nice sob over all his dead friends being alive again.

Ben is only barely holding it together while Luke is in the room with him at any given point. But it’s fine! It’s fine. He’s fine. All of his loved ones have come back to life! It’s great! HE’S FINE.

He is not fine.

Luke is also grieving all the people who haven’t been born yet, but he’s... significantly more okay than Ben is.

The closer they get to the Core, the more often people just assume Ben is Luke’s father, and then look shocked and uncomfortable when Luke flatly calls him by his name, and they just... compromise. This is the point at which Luke starts calling him “Uncle Ben.”

Ben cries in his bunk later that night. Luke overhears it and wonders how the HELL Ben is more unstable now, when there’s a chance to fix things and no Vader or Empire trying to kill or capture both of them, and all his friends are alive.

(Luke will later learn a lot about PTSD and realize this is actually a fairly normal situation, to process significant events and emotions only after gaining safety or catharsis.)

(Twenty years on a ball of sand with an alcohol addiction and debilitating fear of the man you raised as your own brother is not, in fact, safe or cathartic.)

At any rate, they’ve settled into that pattern by the time they reach the Inner Rim. The Inner Rim is the part of the galaxy at which they’ve collected enough money (and mental stability) to travel a little better, and to take a few more risks.

Risks like “manipulate people with those baby blues.”

Ben tells Luke that he’s a menace, after he pouts so cutely that he gets a free scarf added on to a purchase that Ben makes. Luke responds that Ben has no room to talk, since he flirted a free breakfast out of that one inn owner.

Also, Luke is currently physically six. That is objectively a situation that sucks. He deserves to use it for all it’s worth if he’s stuck like this.

“You know, if you keep wearing all-black and looking longingly at the velvet cape and Space Chanel boots, the temple is going to worry that you’re a darksider.”

“Uncle Ben... you told me, yesterday, that I sparkle so brightly in the Force that it’s almost blinding.”

“Yes, but the gloves--”

They don’t agree on this, but Ben relents. He does actually understand good fashion, unfortunately, and he’s not unaware of how much Leia taught Luke about such things.

Luke’s about forty years ahead of the curve, of course, but Skywalkers are prone to such things. It’s usually in regards to technology, granted, but...

They get to Coruscant. Ben is very obviously a Jedi. He knows all the right words and walks like a Soresu master and feels warm and comforting in the Force. They let him in with minimal questions. They note down “my first padawan left the order to have a child, but died shortly after; I consider Luke here to be my nephew, and have raised him as such,” and move on.

Luke is vaguely annoyed because he already had an uncle (and aunt) that raised him, but he admits that a person can have more than one uncle. He can live with this. Ben was more family to Anakin than Owen was, in some ways, so it’s kind of true. Luke is even working on feeling more childish affection for Ben instead of the complicated mess of emotions that come from being lied to about some very large and important subjects, and then seeing the person saying those lies have regular emotional breakdowns due to something as small as Luke saying he likes the curve of the hull on that freighter.

(Apparently he sounds just like his father did as a child. This is almost heartwarming.)

The thing is! The thing. The thing is, they almost make it to the Halls of Healing to get looked over for weird viruses, or Outer Rim Parasites, or whatever the hells needs to be happening. They almost make it without Ben having a flashback to dead younglings or brainwashed troopers or the declaration of a Sith Empire. They almost make it without incident.

Then Ben sees Qui-Gon, and freezes, and does not move again.

Luke cannot get him to restart.

People are staring.

They haven’t even made it to Medical, Uncle Ben, come on.

Young, local Obi-Wan comes over and asks if there’s something he can do to help. Or maybe this “Ben” knows Qui-Gon? Master Jinn doesn’t recognize Ben, but maybe Luke knows more?

Luke does know more, but what Luke actually says is “he probably needs a mind healer.”

(Ben will not appreciate this.)

(Ben is unfortunately standing in the middle of the hallway and completely unresponsive, and is unable to argue with this assertion.)

(Ben is pretty much proving this assertion entirely correct, actually.)

Obi-Wan is helpful, if a little bitchy in the manner of most late-teens individuals, and offers to help get Uncle Ben down to the Halls of Healing. It involves Obi-Wan gently pushing on Ben’s shoulders, and Qui-Gon offering to carry Luke so he can be in Ben’s sights (because Ben is a Mystery, and Qui-Gon is quite fond of those, so he wants to stay involved). Ben kind of just... shuffles on down.

There are medical tests. They ask about how Luke lost his hand. He refuses to talk about it. They ask how Ben got all his scars. Luke says he doesn’t know. They ask if he knows why Ben looks like he’s been through a war. Luke says it’s because he probably was.

They check for foreign viruses. They find evidence of thus-far-unpatented vaccinations. They ask Luke if he knows what he’s vaccinated for.

“How would I know? I’m six.”

They agree that this is a good excuse.

(It is not. He’s lying. They do not know this.)

They do some more tests. They find a lot of questionable medical bullshit in Ben’s body. Most of this is from the clone wars, but they don’t know this. Someone realizes they haven’t gotten a ping back from the Shadow Network regarding “do we have permission to pull the medical file of a Jedi that isn’t in the normal database? We’re assuming you know who he is, since we don’t.”

The Shadow Network does not know who Ben is.

The healers, of course, go “huh, that’s weird, but maybe the name he gave his nephew was fake. We can’t exactly ask ‘Ben’ for more details right now. We already had to sedate him. Let’s check the DNA!”

The DNA pulls up as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The padawan who brought this guy in two hours ago.

“Huh, that’s weird. Let’s call in Kenobi and ask if he knows what’s going on.”

Obi-Wan absolutely does not know what’s going on.

They ask Luke.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, lying through his teeth and not even pretending otherwise.

“You’re not a very good liar,” teenage Obi-Wan tells him.

“I’m not trying to be,” Luke says. “Can you get Master Yoda? I feel like we’re going to need him.”

They normally wouldn’t get Yoda on the request of a six-year-old, but they also normally don’t have a catatonic thirty-something Jedi who looks like he’s been through a war popping up in the medical database as the pimply teenage padawan that broke his pinky trying to do a Badass Ataru Flip last week.

Or... whatever Luke i... is... oh dear.

“Young one,” Qui-Gon asks, while people whisper-shout behind him, not realizing he’s cutting the Correlian Knot and just asking the kid himself. “Do you know why your midichlorian count is so high? It’s almost unheard of.”

“Uncle Ben said my dad was the Chosen One,” Luke says, because he is capable of being a little shit and is actually really eager to let Ben deal with some of the fallout. He feels for the man, really, but he’s also tired of being the one to field every single question.

Also, the expressions that pass on Qui-Gon’s face are hilarious.

(Luke may or may not be more affected by his six-year-old brain than he would like to admit.)

“Thank you,” Qui-Gon says, sounding more than a little strangled about it.

It takes another three hours for Ben to wake up.

He listens to the questions. He hears what they say his ‘nephew’ said. He looks at Luke.

“Is this revenge for not telling you about Leia?”

“It’s not revenge,” Luke does not lie. “I just don’t know how to explain it.”

“It’s pretty easy to explain.”

“It’s not my secret.”

“This is revenge for the Leia thing.”

“No,” Luke says. “Revenge for the Leia thing was when I ate a live frog in front of you.”

This is the point at which someone interrupts and points out that they appear to be stalling.

“Oh, he is,” Luke tells them. He gestures at Ben. “I can’t tell you more, because it’s more his story than mine.”

“I’m afraid, Master, that I am very likely to have an emotional breakdown if I allow myself to consider the reality of this situation for longer than the fraction of a second I already have,” Ben reports, full of false cheer. “Suffice to say, I am far from stable and have only held out this far for Luke’s sake.”

“Can you explain why you have my DNA?” Obi-Wan asks, as the person who’s most concerningly involved in this situation.

“You can,” Ben says, smiling like there is absolutely nothing wrong in the slightest, ever. “I’m you, from the future. I actually died and spent a few years dead before coming back. I’m not sure why I’m younger than I was when I died, but I appreciate being able to put on my shoes without my knees attempting to mutiny.”

“He needs a mind healer,” Luke reiterates, in case the strained grin hasn’t made it clear. “So do I, but not as much.”

“I have felt literally every person in this Temple save for Luke and Yoda die,” Ben reports, looking a shade more manic than a few seconds earlier. “It’s very overwhelming to feel you all being alive again. I may be approaching a mental breakdown, and I’ve been rather strictly advised against using alcohol to treat my traumas again.”

Luke kicks him in the thigh. It’s not a very hard kick, because he is very small, and he does actually like Ben. “I’m not letting you turn into an old drunk again.”

After several seconds of silence, a healer quietly suggests that everyone clear the room, and asks if someone could fetch Master Yoda as the youngling requested.

(THIS IS ALMOST THREE THOUSAND WORDS. I started it less than two hours ago. Why am I like this.)

[aesopsbaby]

relationship headcanons for Meztli I'm begging on my knees Ace

Why is everyone so down bad for this bastard. Why him out of all my ocs, you guys could've settled for Sylvester or even Kin. But you want,,,him??

I'll still do it though 😮‍💨 This is if you're in a relationship with him PLUS he likes you

Show him affection, I dare you. You'll make this cocky asshole a flustered mess. Meztli cannot take it when people are genuinely giving him affection. He will melt and be putty in your hands.

He's still gonna be a little ass about it though. He will not let up about it and will refuse to admit that he enjoys affection.

HELLOOOO Meztli will be an absolute mess and he'll be so absolute soft just for you. Smiling gently and everything, even his touches are soft like he's afraid he'll hurt you with his blood-tainted hands.

PDA in public,,,eh,,,its a hit or miss with Meztli to be honest. So here's a list of stuff you can/cannot do:

Hand Holdings: Sure, why not. He may not be the one to initiate it though!! If you do initiate it, he'll freeze up for awhile before he relaxes and grips your hand firmly but gently, with a thumb rubbing small circles on your hand.

Hugging: ,,,,Try it I guess?? Same thing though, he'll be confused and be really tense. Not knowing how to react, the most you'll get is a awkward pat on the back before he pushes you off softly--well as softly as Meztli can be.

Kisses: Absolutely. He's a over-protective individual by nature and it just amplifies when hes a lover. If he's jealous in public (which he does get jealous very easily), he'll easily pull in you and press his lips harshly against yours. All the while,making eye contact with whoever he's tryna show you off to.

Soft kisses: Go ahead and make him blush like crazy. He'll not make eye contact with you while you press feather like kisses all over his face, showering him in love. Meztli will clicked his tongue and mumble under his breath.

^Continuation from soft kisses-> If he's in a more cocky mood, he'll be smirking and calling you a "pathetic doll" and "so desperate for me, hm Amore?". In this mood, he's more prone to giving back kisses and affection.

He's more likely to show his affections when you're not looking/not aware. Usually he strikes when you're asleep. He'll press a soft kiss to your forehead whenever he's about to fall asleep. Having his arms hanging losely from your waist and he'll occasionally tug you into his embrace, almost as if he's afraid you'd disappear and fade from his grasp.

Being with him means being able to see his vulnerable side and comforting him. He'll cry and have breakdowns and he just needs someone to be there.

He's not good with words. Sure,he flirts with you majority of the time but he doesn't feel like their genuine at all. He wants to show you he truly loves you and he shows you through: Acts of service and gift giving.

So you'll receive flowers, jewelry and maybe even that outfit you were looking at that you thought he hadn't notice you staring longingly at. He notices your little details and will remember what you like <3

Basically, if Meztli likes you, then hey! You're all set for life because this man will go across the whole world and destroy anyone for you if it meant keeping you safe and happy.

[tinytinybumblebee]

Could you do some baby Izzy headcanons?

!! Absolutely, Izzy is lowkey my favourite character (next to Jim n' Ed xD)

• Constantly needs to be reminded to "use gentle hands" when playing with others because Izzy will get very involved in whatever he's doing and sometimes (98% of the time) gets frustrated or doesn't want to use his words and just, throws hands or grabs things away from others (It's something Stede is working on but, unsurprisingly, teaching gentle manners to a pirate in his terrible 2s isn't a walk in the park😂)

• He's verry reluctant to share his regression with others, he has that constantly mean voice in the back of his mind that makes him sure others would be mean to him about it ;^;

But! Little does he know that Stede would never ever judge or ridicule him for regressing, he'd want Izzy to feel safe enough to freely be small! (But, for the most part, Izzy would just be small on his own-)

• Grumpy! Dear gosh he needs a nap but, he's constantly at the "too tired to sleep" stage so, you have a fussy lil Izzy. He pouts and crosses his arms over his chest when things aren't going exactly his way, he just has a lot of frustration and big emotions that are hard for him to explain or express so, he'll have fits and sometimes just start crying at what seems incredibly mundane for another (like, Stede picking the yellow book instead of thr blue one)

• He knows the Ed regresses- and he genuinely wants nothing more than to be tiny along side Ed, have a playdate. But, he can't even bring himself to admit that to himself ;0;

That is, until Stede sorta caught on- he'd catch a glimpse of Izzy seeminly longingly staring as Stede is coddling a tiny Ed. And then one day, Stede and Ed catch up with Izzy in Stede's quarters and bring it up the idea of a playdate ;w;

• Being sick (especially seasick) makes Izzy feel very small! He doesn't like feeling yucky, not having control over how his tummy is feeling is scary to him and he just wants to have someone rubbing his back and taking care of him or to reasure him that this will pass and he'll be able to play again soon♡

• Fang and Ivan definitely know about Izzy's regression and, they've definitely tried to help Izzy out or talk to him about it in a supportive way

• Surprisingly, when tiny, he likes being called Israel the most. But, any nickname given to him he likes (Busy Izzy, Tizzy Izzy etc.)

• Loves playing pretend, mostly it's where he is some king but a really badass one that sword fights and stuff! (Which, Stede indulges him because god, it's kinda cute hearing what Izzy assumes is fancy person talk)

• Cannot have his peas touching his potatoes, don't know why, he just won't eat it if that's the case (and he has been known to throw it on the floor, if he's particularly cranky- but, Stede stopped that habit and explained how that might hurt Roach's feelings because he cooked that up and guided Izzy to instead tell him that having those touch upsets him☆)

• When tiny, he sucks his thumb or in general chews on things especially his sleeves ;u;

• Like previously said, he's definitely in his "Terrible Twos" when tiny, which just means he needs more guidance with his emotions and how to move those feelings into something creative or expressive that isn't hitting or biting

Aaaaa that's all i have right now but I might have more soon!!♡

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

31. Would you come back to me?

Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.

" dad" Albus said as he watched his father cleaning off the used utensils

" yea " harry replied looking over his shoulder to his son sitting behind the kitchen table.

" I- I was talking with mom the other day and she told me something " Albus nervously said

" oh yeah, what'd she tell ?" Harry chuckled

" why you guy's really separated " Albus replied. Harry stopped dead for a moment looking blankly at the utensils until he resumed washing, not replying anything yet.

Once done, harry wiped off his hands over his apron, handing Albus the cold coffee he had just brewed, taking one for himself, he sat down in front of Albus with a curious smile.

" so what'd she tell you ?"

" well- she doesn't want me talking to you about these things but I- think I'm big enough to know these things now, don't you think ?" He nervously asked once again.

" well- albus I think you are " harry gave albus a friendly frown and with that Albus immediately loosened up, giving harry a genuine smile.

" so what did she tell you ?" He asked once again pointing Albus to drink his cold coffee.

" well- she told me- that you guys didn't love each other " Albus said

" I do love your mom Albus-"

" just not the same way, right ?" Albus asked. Biting the inside of his cheek harry deliberated whether he should actually let Albus know or not, until he did, knowing if he were where Albus was, he'd want to know too.

Harry nodded hesitantly.

" but you guys seemed to love each other so much? Like all the things you did, I mean i don't get it how could you just fall out of love you know ?" Albus asked a little irritated by the fact that his parents had actually fallen out of love. Harry is suddenly strongly reminded of a very Vivid situation, the situation he'd been so familiar with.

" Albus- I think what you're trying to say is that we Always cared for each other. We often confuse love with care. At much later part of our marriage, before separation we had almost forgotten what was it like to love each other and simply cared for one another" harry explained.

Albus clenched looking at his father, " so you're saying one day we eventually fall out of love ?"

" what- no- Albus, no that's not what happened- hell " harry immediately responded.

" then what happened ?" Albus aggressively asked

" it's- it's just more complicated than it seems Albus but I want you to know that love is real, alright. Just because your parents didn't work out doesn't mean love cannot exists, look at your uncle Ron and aunt Hermione, I've rarely ever seen love like that and hell I can't even tell you how much time they had spent crushing desperately over each other for years. We're sorry- really for setting such a bad example but we're not perfect, nobody is. It's simply is we couldn't make it work and we regret it " harry sighed pushing his hair back from falling over his face.

Albus shoulder slumped down a bits, staring at the water ring on his coaster absent mindedly.

" just say it albus. Don't keep it in " harry encouraged knowing his son was deliberating about saying something.

Albus looked up at harry strangely, a look he had never looked at him with ever before, " she said- that you- you've never truly loved her. She said even though you loved her but a part of your heart Always belonged to someone else "

And everything stopped. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled in the air, even his hair on his forehead became still. He was shook Ginny had told him something like that. It wasn't as if harry wasn't ever prepared for such conversations but the way it had twisted into something, it was unpredictable and he found it hard to focus on one thing.

" is it true dad ? That you loved someone else too ?" Albus contemplated nervously.

Harry looked up at albus, not realising when had he ever leant down and cleared his throat to gain his voice back.

" I never cheated alb-"

" I know. She knows that but she says she knew that you Always have loved Someone else too " Albus bit his lip nervously hoping he hadn't offended harry by saying something so personal.

" i- I never thought she'd actually tell you this" harry eyes widened in surprise as he cleared his throat once again.

" w- I shouldn't have bought this up- this is just-"

" hey hey, it's fine- you said you're big enough to know these things now- well then " harry interjected nervously " she's right. I- my heart as she put it, one part of it has always belonged to someone else " harry sighed closing his eyes, glimpsing back in his memories of that one Particular person.

" oh- who ?" He asked curiously

Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously, not believing it even for a second that he is infact about have this conversation.

" someone" he finally replied.

And with that harry is brought back into his memories from years ago, that one person's laughter resonating in his head, that one smile which was only reserved for him, that voice which echoed in his head every night, as if it was calling harry to it but just as he reached the bottom, there would be another bottom and he would be stuck. Everyday. And as harry started to finally tell Albus about his first love, he flows into his memory of the last day of 5th year after harry had recently lost Sirius and was extremely vulnerable, around the black lake away from everyone, in just his own little bubble with him.

The lake reflected with the red and yellow light of the dropping sun from across the mountain and a faint breeze drying Harry's face covered with tears. He has someone's arms around his shoulder, cooing him, reminding him one day everything would finally be fine but he didn't had it in him to even understand what he was saying. He was crying, heavily breathing because of the heart clenching pain, the void in his heart which had finally filled had now grown bigger, how was anything ever supposed to be fine..

" we need to end this " harry abruptly said

" what ?" He asked confused by Harry's sudden outrage with something complete nuisance.

" we can't- I can't keep doing this " harry replied numbly

" wha- why not ?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, feeling slightly hurt by such abysmal suggestion.

" don't you see, I lose everyone one day and I- I can't- I don't want to deliberately lose you " harry replied looking at him.

He frowned " you're not losing me harry-"

" then will I not ?" They had never talked about future, only because it remained so uncertain that they hated the idea of future

" no- you will not " he replied

" and you are absolutely 100 percent sure ? Isn't there a possibility someone would find out about us and it'll spread like a wildfire and everyone would desperately try to separate us !" Harry exclaimed

" okay harry- first calm down. Nobody have found out about us in the last one year, it seems highly unlikely someone would-"

" voldemort knows " and suddenly both of their breaths came to a halt. One word and everything they owned collapsed onto the ground as if it was the fragile chandelier hanging on the top of a broken roof.

" how-"

" he can see in my head. We can't keep doing this-"

" then we fight-"

" I'll fight- can you ?"

And there was silence. He wanted to respond that he would but he didn't trust the world, even if he trusted himself. He hated the world. He was weak, fragile and in a fight against the world, he knew he'd always lose, over and over.

" we are on opposite sides of war. Voldemort's came out. He'll be rebuilding his army. Everything is going to change. Even us" harry tried to explain without wanting to break down. This was the first time harry after sirius had sensibly talked but it was self preservation speaking for him, he couldn't afford to lose someone he really loves, once again. For once he wanted to protect his heart, he couldn't roll it over his sleeves when his sleeves were covered with thorns. It would be a death call and he couldn't give in, just yet.

" you and I- people like us don't belong together. The world will never understand us and this is the first fight we'd lose. I want this but it's going to be difficult. We can't be together as Long as we are on opposite sides-"

"Then I'll be on your side- "

" you are " harry responded giving a weak smile

" but I belong on the other side" he replied looking far ahead over the lake as if the realisation had finally dawned upon him. Something he had always known but had now slapped him right in the face.

"yes " harry replied looking at him, Saving in his memories the last time what he really looked like, his smile, his long lashes, his crooked nose, his pale skin, his tinted cheeks, his soft ears, his soft hair, his storm filled eyes, his pink plumped lips he had kissed so often. Saving it away for one day what it would look like in a pensieve.

" we knew what we were getting into but we took the risk nevertheless. It was a deranged path and we knew it from the beginning " harry softly said clutching other man's fingers with his own.

He didn't reply, he just longingly stared at the waters, as if he was remembering them not harry.

" so we give up ?" He finally asked turning to harry with unseen part of his face wet with tears. Harry reached forward wiping away his tear but they didn't stop, they only flooded more with Harry's touch.

" no, we- we promise to come back once again after all this is over" harry smiled softly.

" and you believe there will be coming back after all ? What if one of us- dies " he hesitated In fear of only imagining it.

Harry started at him knowing it was one of the possibilities but wasn't ready for such thing. It was a huge possibility that one day harry might lose " I have hope for us " harry suddenly spoke out loud. The thoughts In his mind had unknowningly reached his lips and there wasn't a going back from that.

The other man stared at harry long enough, he too concealing this part of him for that one day they'd meet again.

" promise me then if we make it through, we'll come back to each other " he asked, his voice sounding not more than a quivering sound.

" I promise that If I make it through one day, we'll meet again and come back to each other" harry replied

" pinky promise ?" He smiled.

Harry chuckled, then nodded

" do you promise ?"

" I promise "

" what happened then ? How'd you wind up with mom ?" Albus asked curiously, a faint yellow light from the evening bouncing over his brunette head.

" did he- die ?" Albus asked almost heart broken

" what- no " harry chuckled

" then what happened ?" Albus asked again

" he- broke the promise. We belonged to someone else much before we could've even belonged to each other. When I met him after the war and his probation, he had changed completely " harry replied reminiscing about the specific day

" then didn't you ever ask him again ?" Albus asked almost jumping off his chair.

Harry gave a small smile " I couldn't "

" but why- what if he had still loved you ?" Albus asked

" as I said he was completely changed. He wasn't the man I fell in love with. He never asked either. It died out over time. Besides I'm pretty sure he had already forgotten about it. Also I think he was engaged by the time we met again, it didn't make sense" harry replied

" then didn't you ever like try to stop his wedding like In those romantic comedies mum watches ?" Albus asked excitedly

Harry laughed picking up their glasses and going over to the sink " she's always loved them. You've got to stop watching them if that's what you're cooking in your head Albus. Real love Is different than what they show, it's not just one fight and making it up. Its so much efforts, fights, pain, drama and so many other things"

" but If it's the right person, it'd never feel like that would it ? If you really love someone then those fights wouldn't be so bad or there wouldn't be pain or drama. It'd be a happy relationship, wouldn't it ?" And in that small sentence albus has unknowningly managed to define true love.

Harry looked at his now grown up son, crossing his arms smiling impressively. And nodded.

Albus sighed in relief, slumping down in his chair. Harry quizzically analysed Albus until his expressions changed to sometimes brief.

" who is it?" Harry asked knowingly

" what?" Albus blushed

" who's this person you're suddenly relating everything to ?" Harry teased poking Albus Playfully.

" there is no one dad" Albus blushed embarassed, jumping off the chair, taking a few steps back.

" come on- I told you my story. I atleast deserve to know who it is " harry smirked crossing his arms in front of him

Albus sighed rolling his eyes" he's from school"

" ooh, someone from school. Like father like son" harry teased

" dadd " Albus whined blushing

" okay- fine, fine. Who is it then ?" Harry asked giving up with the teasing.

" it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me " Albus sighed crossing his arms in front of him in disappointment.

Harry carefully analysed Albus's face again, remembering exactly the same way he felt "it's the Malfoy kid, isn't it ?"

Albus's eyes suddenly shot up in surprise.

" how did you-"

" you're my son. Of course I'd know" harry sighed uncrossing his arms and stepping forward and placing them in the kitchen table, leaning forward.

" don't make the same mistakes I did. Ask him out. Write to him maybe. I'm sure he'd agree " harry suggested.

" mistake ? What mistake did you make ?" Albus asked curiously.

Harry gave him a firm smile before he putting his hands away from the table to his sides " it's a story for some other day, your mom is gonna be here to pick you up in an hour. Do your stuff and we'll talk about it next week? What say ?"

Albus frowned before letting go and nodding.

" one last question dad "

" shoot" harry said as he started washing those used cups again

" did you ever love mom as much as you loved that someone ?"

Harry smiled this time not stopping " I- love like that happened only once. I loved your mom a different way. I loved him a different way "

" but who'd you love more then?"

Harry turned around to see Albus standing there leaning over the kitchen table curiously " I will not answer that. Now enough with my love life. Go do your homework " harry said a little sternly in his father like adamant voice.

Sighing Albus gave up.

" okay, just one question, I promise " Albus plead again. Harry sighed before nodding.

" if now he came back in your life and asks you for a second chance, would you go back to him ?"

Harry smiled Shaking his head" yes- yes I would "

The next week when Albus came back for the stay, he seemed far excited than anything else. As soon as Ginny had left, Albus squealed.

" whoa there squirrel, what's got your knickers in a twist ?" Harry chuckled

" I've got an invitation. Can we please go to scropius's place. He offered for a while. I'll promise we can come back and do homework, he really wants me to see his collections. Can we please dad, please ?" Albus gave harry his puppy eyes in desperation..

Harry sighed before nodding.

" for an hour.. "

And with that after an hour, they flooed to scropius's place. The Malfoy manor.

They were recieved with a rather very pleasant place. It was no longer a dark, submerged place, it had been refurbished with mostly white and brown. It seemed like an entirely new place. Not one part of Malfoy manor looked like what it did ages ago ,and yet harry liked it better. It was welcoming. And just then he walked in, with scropius.

" potter "

" Malfoy" harry sternly nodded at Draco, losing himself again in that brief reminiscents of the past. He hadn't changed even a little bit as he remembered him from the day by the lake, yet everything had changed. Everything.

" we're gonna go " Albus didn't even wait and ran off with scropius, leaving harry and draco alone, both staring at each other thinking how the other had forgotten of the promise..

( I've really been writing shit lately. Anyways hope you liked this one, I'd been very excited for this one but It haven't turned out as good as I wanted to, so .. )

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Part 2 & 3

Day 30- scared, potter | Day 32- reasons not to be in love with Draco malfoy by Harry

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Being Sorlato’s child + Being babysat by La squadra

A/N: Soooo, this is a direct sequel from the one-shot “Encounter” if you haven’t read it yet, feel free to browse it here 

Genre: Fluff, platonic, wholesome headcanons

- After the encounter, the couple found themselves thinking about it all the time, how different they acted to a child at the face of danger, and how afraid they were and how quick they were to act upon instinct and save you. There was certainly something the couple felt in their chest they can’t fathom but somehow liked the pleasant feeling. 

- One time Sorbet was found lounging around the La Squadra headquarters with a pamphlet regarding parenting whilst waiting for the meeting. When asked why he was reading that he nonchalantly replies that the thing was lying around and decided to read it because, “Why not?” One knows not to question him any further, so they let him be. 

- Gelato was found longingly staring at parents with their kids on the playground whilst on a mission and again, no one dared to speak a word of it. He didn’t leave even if the mission was over, until Sorbet was called in and had to physically drag him away. 

- They both knew it was getting out of hand because all they can think of now was wanting to raise a child of their own but they knew their circumstance were the least ideal to put a child in. For crying out loud, they kill people for a living and they didn’t really want to subject a child into this mess of their’s. 

- “God, is this what baby fever feels like?” 

- The couple has discussed about this, over and over than they can recall. When Gelato would suddenly mention, “You know, if we were to have a son I think that you can teach him how to ride a bike. That’d be sweet to watch to be honest.” or Sorbet saying, “If we were to have a daughter, I get to threaten her boyfriend to bring her back home before dinner.” 

- Once again, they were out to go on their once a week date all to their selves and decided to go to the same restaurant they had to stop in to save the child. And on their way their, what are the odds, the aforementioned child coming up to them and greeting them. 

“Ciao signore Sorbet! Signore Gelato!” 

W-was this a sign??? 

 "Ahh, Y/N!" Gelato was practically enthusiastic, he can just pick you up, but of course, he has to bind himself down. 

 "Out in the middle of the night again, I see." Sorbet points out. 

 "Aheh, yes sir..." You sheepishly responded. "But I really have to do everything if I want to graduate elementary with high marks." 

 - After a brief chat, weather, school and whatnot, once again you went on with your merry little way. After that, it was back for longing and yearning for the couple. 

 - The rest of La Squadra noticed this, but didn't knew how to help; until Melone picked up on the signs the couple were exuding: Sorbet reading the parenting pamphlet, Gelato longingly gazing towards parents bonding with their children, the two of them talking away about 'If we were to have a child...'— why, Melone's diagnosis: Baby fever. 

 - Melone somehow came up with an elaborate scheme involving an orphanage, did a couple of research. Due to some... Fortunate moment, somehow, someway, the figure running the same orphanage you resided in has made quite the list of enemies all his years. 

 "Melone you know that you can just tell them it's okay for them to adopt the child, right???" Risotto looks up from the detailed, complex document sent in by Babyface's user. 

 - Yes, it was stupidly complicated and a lot of work compared to just simply signing papers and adopting the child. The paperwork would be, again, stupidly complicated, but at least it doesn't involve bloodshed. It's not like the couple shied away from shedding blood but that wasn't the point. 

 - Capo Risotto had to consider their circumstances to adopt a child. Like I said, the dilemma was killing them and simply can't act out of selfishness and adopt a child just because they wanted to, it wasn't the same as a adopting a pet.

 - Cue the four hour meeting with the couple, discussing about what they can do and what they cannot do. Risotto was most certainly happy for the two of them to be adopting a child of their own, taking care of them and along of those lines but again, the fact they are a part of a crime syndicate and there were a lot of things they discussed about. 

 - After that, everything was settled and got started with the process of adopting the child. They didn't have to chose, they already had their eyes set on a specific kid; Y/N L/N, age eleven, abandoned by their parents when they were born, who adores reading and loves (insert food) and— what? They've done their research!

 - The couple was just beyond elated!

 - Through the process of adopting you they learned you were six 

 - Now that fact was uncovered, they were now more concerned and pissed why the orphanage would neglect a first grader and let them return from school at eight in the evening. And the fact that they met you under the circumstance of danger, pretending to be the couple's kid in desperation. 

 - Needless to say, a lot of things are going to change in your life, especially at the aspect of your security. They are a part of those people you should fear at night, admittedly gelato has almost pulled a gun on you that fateful night out of sheer jealousy, and didn't even register the fact you were barely half Sorbet's height.

 - First and foremost, you won't be staying in school longer than six thirty, as the couple takes turn on picking you up. They understand and adore the fact you're a hardworking kid thriving to have a scholarship in college despite being a literal first grader, but being a little kid walking alone in the middle of an evening is frightfully concerning. And in those times wherein either sorbet or Gelato picks you up, they'd buy you treats you want but not enough to spoil your appetite for dinner. 

- You did not hesitate to address them the way you addressed them that one fateful night when they tucked you in your new room for the very first time.. Gelato cried after that and Sorbet had to hold him to his chest to clam him down. Ugh, you were so effortless at making the two of them so soft. 

 - They're underpaid, not broke, so the couple spoils you in an overwhelming rate, the entirety of La Squadra were beginning to get concerned. Proscuitto scolded the two that they might spoil you rotten, but they reassured them you weren't. 

 - Speaking of La Squadra, the couple considered them as their family. Sorbet and Gelato did not hesitate to introduce you to them not as La Squadra, but as your uncles.

 - All of them were touched that Sorbet and Gelato want them to be a part of their child's life, that one of them would often volunteer to watch over you if the two were away. The couple were not going to introduce you to them as assassins and took advantage of your gullible nature as a young child. they don't intend to hide it as a secret from you. Perhaps someday they'll tell you their line of career, but six was not the right age to do so. 

 - Which brings us to their circumstances, the fact that they're assassins and how it is not an ideal career for people who has an attachment outside of their jobs. They were extremely careful in terms of that, wanting to protect and prevent others from using you against the couple. Well, now there's now a fate worse than death if ever that happens. 

 - With new responsibilities, Risotto understood them and gave them less jobs in order to take care and watch over you. But there were times where the two were both absent, prompting one of La Squadra to babysit you.

- Melone, Formaggio and Proscuitto are top picks for babysitting duties! but, of course, there are disadvantages. Melone is... Melone. Formaggio can and will act as a kid rather than an adult. And Proscuitto, well, he can be a bit too domineering. So yes, they are A-tier babysitters, nonetheless. 

 - B-tier babysitters would be Illuso, Pesci, and Ghiaccio. Illuso can be a bit too dismissive, Pesci will be too anxious and overprotective-- like in an extreme rate, and Ghiaccio... Hide your copy of Merchant of Venice, and you'll live another day. 

 - S-tier would be Risotto, except the fact that he is always busy. He is good with kids and he can guarantee their safety, I mean, need I say more?

 - Under no circumstances, are they allowed to swear around you. The couple already had restricted their foul language around you, and they expect the others to do so as well. Ghiaccio is highkey sweating when you started saying bullshit whenever you're frustrated. He profusely begged you not to day that again in exchange for ice cream. 

“Bullshit!” Ghiaccio’s heart skipped a beat after hearing your small voice whisper-shout on the dinner table as you attempted to solve a rather difficult math problem. 

 - Your relationship with them was well. They were protective of you, love you and support you. They're very affectionate, but not in an overwhelming amount... Well, at least they try to hold back but all they want to do is to spend time with their baby and love them unconditionally, as they should. 

 - Padre Gelato is more of a fun dad, very playful and energetic. He likes lifting you up to his hip before gently nuzzling his nose against yours. Dad jokes subconsciously slips from his mouth, be careful. He does a lot of cool tricks with his butterfly knife, twirling the sharp blade around while you stare in awe, whilst Papa Sorbet was more concerned that he'll accidentally cut himself, or that you might try the trick unsupervised. Needless to say, Padre was responsible enough to keep his knife in his pocket at all times to prevent that. 

“When will you teach me how to do that, Papa?” 

“When your old enough, N/N.” 

 - Papa Sorbet is a bit more reserved, but certainly not distant. He will not hesitate to kill someone who tries to hurt you. So he's the perfect person to serve as your teacher, as he helps you with school work and help you learn other practical things: cooking, baking, doing laundry by hand (which product is more effective to get blood off clothes), self-defense, etc. 

“So if there’s a stranger following you, what do you do?”

“Cling to the nearest person I see and pretend that I know them?”

 - They both tuck you into bed after reading you a bed time story, though it only lasted until you were nine because you insisted you were already grown up (cue, Gelato hiding his face on Sorbet's chest because his baby is all grown up--), but some things don't change because by bed time, they just check up on you even if they won't tuck you in to sleep.

 - Extremely supportive and encouraging. Like, they're basically the gasoline you pour on fire to intensify the fire of your passion. Like, they'll cheer you on sport games and competitions, tries their best to attend recitals, etc, etc. Though sometimes one is missing due to missions, sometimes both, but in the end of the day, you were confident that they would have loved it. 

 - Unbeknownst to you, at the end of the competition, a certain figure will come behind you and lock you on a headlock before harshly rubbing their knuckle atop your head. Uncle Formaggio can be a mean sometimes. So yes, if ever the couple is absent from your competitions, one of your uncles would volunteer to go. 

“‘Sup, little sport?” 

“Uncle Formaggio, my hair--!”

 - The first time you celebrated your birthday with your new parents was your seventh. They wanted to throw a goshdarn ball, but you insisted to keep the party amongst yourself. Just you, your papa and padre, and your  seven weird uncles. You were already a big family, and you were happy with that.

[ask-healthy-light]

*he stares longingly at the Princesses unable to meet their eyes*

I cannot return my princesses no matter how hard my heart yearns ...

But know my feelings have not changed the last thousand of years my love burns the same.. but I cannot return until I fix this until this monster is healed away and I know I cannot harm you because it wants nothing more than to destroy what I love slowly.

But I promise one day I will return to you and I'll give you the apology you both deserve and beg to have you back I swear on the old gods and the new and on my very soul that I will do this...

I love you both so so much*with that a tear falls an his horn ignites an he disappears*

Before anyone could stop him, Boom disappeared in a bright flash, and no matter where they looked, from the Palace, to the fields around it, nobody could find him, and eventually, both Luna and Celestia slowed down and had to take a seat, as their breaths became shorter and quicker, and they felt their hearts aching, as tears started forming in their eyes.

While Eclipse and the Pillars were still looking around, trying to find Boom, or, at the very least, trying to keep an eye out for him, to make sure he didn't suddenly return with a more sinister motive, Nox and Light appeared at the top of the stairs, and, noticing the commotion below, hurried down and met with everyone, asking what happened and where Boom was.

Since neither Celestia nor Luna could manage to form any words, their minds overburdened by the sudden loss and great confusion over the lack of explanations they had, Meadowbrook, who came running back from the kitchen with some glasses and a jug of water, started to explain what happened while Nox and Light were upstairs, as the others were still looking for Boom in the area.

After her explanation, Light and Nox looked at each other with a concerned gaze, but put aside their worries, and instead turned their focus on trying to help Luna and Celestia rationalise their thoughts, storing the quill and notebook, that Light noticed were still on the table, and helping the others look around the area, looking for Boom, to make sure he did not suddenly return.

While Light helped look through the area after they secured the notepad and quill, having placed it in their bag, keeping it on their person at all times, though it took quite a lot of time, and some guidance and breathing exercises from Meadowbrook and Nox, Celestia and Luna managed to calm down, and breathe slowly again, though they had not yet stopped crying over the stress of the situation.

Later, after the Pillars, Eclipse and Light returned to the main hall, where everyone had gathered, they told Nox, Luna and Celestia, and Banana and Harvest, who joined the Princesses downstairs after noticing the others run around outside, that Boom was nowhere to be found, to the dismay of the Princesses, for they wanted to help him, and their plans seemed for naught.

The room was silent, as everycreature waited for someone else to take the word, to break the silence, to form an idea, anything, really, would work to break the deafening silence over the strange situation in which everyone now found themselves, now that a large part of the plan, that Luna and Celestia had formed, was now, to them, completely irrelevant.

An eternity of silence later, Nox's expression brightened, and she finally spoke up, breaking the silence, and said that all was not lost, for even though Boom was not present, they could still form a plan together to head to the Crystal Empire, where they could investigate the matter of the Catacombs as per Light's request, while simultaneously looking for a way to cure Boom.

Then, she continued, since he left to protect everyone else, fearing what the Monster could do if it were to ever take over again, whenever he reached out, which he was sure to do, they could hopefully meet with him and bring the news that they found a way to help, and finally cleanse him from the evil that corrupted him for so long, finally allowing him to be at peace again.

Her steadfast words brought hope to the Princesses, and kindled a flame in their hearts, and they rose to their hooves with a determined look, after which they spoke in their Royal Voices, hurting the ears of everyone around them, as they made the plan, splitting up the duties of travel and research between various present members, and after forcefully slamming the documents down, they said:

"Let us begin."

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My Mate

Pairing: Alpha Ushijima x Omega Oikawa’s sister Reader

Genre: slight angst, fluff ending

Prompt:  I’ll make you my mate, no matter what. So be prepared

AN: Hey anon, I hope you like it! 

“Oikawa.”

“Ushijima.” Your jaw clenched as you looked up at the Alpha. He had approached you in the middle of the hallway, alone oddly enough. “How can I help you?”

“I’ll make you my mate, no matter what. So be prepared.” And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving your jaw to drop. 

“Who does he think he is?!” You scoff, looking at your best friend who looked surprised at the interaction. “Does he really think I’ll be his mate after everything he’s done?” You shake your head, whirling away and stomping towards the gates of campus.

“Oi! Where are you going?”

“Out!” 

As you storm down the streets, you angrily kick a rock along your war path. Mate? To Ushiwaka? That was the absolute last person you’d ever consider. As Oikawa’s younger sister, you had spent many years hearing how Ushijima would disrespect your brother. You’d thrown a fit when your parents decided to send you to Shiratorizawa. Your brother had even ignored you for over a week because of it! 

Your heart had been crushed. It took you crying to Iwaizumi in order to get it through Oikawa’s mind that you wanted to be at Aoba Johsai with them. 

Of course, the first day of Shiratorizawa, you were greeted with the unwelcome sight of Ushijima as your buddy. All second years were assigned to first years in order to show them around campus and ensure that they were safe, and of course, your luck had you paired with Ushijima.

It wasn’t like he was a terrible guy. No, he was just such a traditional Alpha. 

He believed that Omegas should be docile and quiet, which you were not. How could you be when you had an Alpha brother like Oikawa? 

He believed that Omegas should rely on Alphas, which you did not. How could you when you had an Alpha friend like Iwaizumi who taught you how to be self-reliant? No matter what, you and Ushijima would not agree. 

And yet, that somehow made him desire you even more. 

You found yourself at an empty park, the one you used to frequent with your brother and his friend. Stopping at the boundary, you stared at the net longingly for a moment. It has been months since you last played. Scanning the park, you spy an old tattered ball underneath a bush. Stooping down, you fish it out, giving the ball a quick squeeze. You were pleasantly surprised that it had sufficient air pressure in order to play. Bouncing the ball once or twice, you twirled the ball between your hands before tossing it up for a serve. Crack. The ball slammed down into the back line, just in the court. You grinned, looking down at your palm. You couldn’t remember the last time a serve had felt so right. 

“May I join you?” 

Your lip curled up slightly as the familiar mountain scent filled the air. “Ushijima. You followed me.” 

 Turning, you see the Alpha underneath the lamp-light. “I was worried you would wander somewhere in your rage and get into trouble.” 

(E/c) eyes narrowed. “Do you think I’m incapable of taking care of myself, Ushijima?” You growled, stepping closer to the Alpha. “Do you think that I’m some poor, defenseless Omega that you need to rescue?” 

Ushijima tilts his head. “No.” You tilt your head at this. “But as someone who wishes to court you, I cannot help but worry about you.” Your lip twitched.

Thump. Thump. 

Why did that make your heart race? Your Omega had awoken now, dropping into a playful crouch as she wiggled in an effort to tease the Alpha. Internally you cursed. You didn’t need an Alpha to worry about you. “I can worry about myself,” you sniffed, turning your back to him once again. “C’mon then. Show me what the star of the men’s volleyball can do.” 

A hum of satisfaction filled the air as his scent warmed. Ushijima walked past you, his scent enveloping you. Your Omega yipped. Ushijima’s chest puffed out as he retrieved the ball. As he dropped into position, you couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed. He was in his black long-sleeve and white shorts. He had probably just come from practice. “I can toss for you if you would like.”

Your body freezes as you look over at the Alpha, mouth drying. “How did you know I was a spiker?” 

“I saw you playing back at Kitagawa First. You were an incredible spiker. It’s a shame you do not play anymore.” Ushijima bounced the ball, olive eyes focused on your form. “So? Would you like me to toss for you?” 

Hesitation filled you as you bit back a scathing retort. No, I wouldn’t want to force you to lower your standards. But, he had offered after all. “..Sure.” 

Ushijima offered you a small smile as he ducked under the net, coming to your side. “Just throw the ball up and I will toss it for you.” 

And so that’s how you practiced. You would throw the ball up, Ushijima would toss it to you, and you would spike it. After every spike or so, Ushijima would either compliment you or mention something about your form in order for you to improve. He would even go get the ball for you both. Otherwise, the only sound was the volleyball hitting your hands or the volleyball crashing into the ground on the other side of the net. An hour or so passed before it got too dark to continue playing. Replacing the ball where you had found it, you and Ushijima made the walk back to campus.

“So, you knew me from when I played in middle school?” You asked, hands in your pocket as Ushijima walked beside you.

“Yes. That’s how I knew I wanted you to be my mate.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You chose your mate based on volleyball skill?”

“No.” You looked up at Ushijima who had stopped. “I may have considered it, but I ultimately chose my mate because I could see how hard-working they are. I saw how they were able to communicate with their peers on and off of the court.” He stared down at you. “I am not the most expressive or communicative person I will admit. Most of my time will be filled with volleyball. But I had a feeling that you would understand that, and that is why I would like to court you and see if you would choose me as your mate.”

Confusion filled you. He had seen all of that based on how you played? “But how do you know that makes us compatible?” 

He lifts his shoulders. “We won’t know until we try, correct?” 

“You’re ridiculous,” you grumbled, turning and starting to walk. “Well? C’mon there, Ushijima. Take me out on a date or something and I guess we can try.”

He smiles once again, catching up to you in three long strides. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the opportunity.”

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"...So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 2*

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Rafael went to his car and began to think. He had to trust you would listen to what you said, if you loved him like he loved you, you would. But the thought that terrified him more than losing you right now was that William Lewis was back, and on the loose. He dialed Liv’s number as he sped back towards New York City.

“Liv,” He said very seriously as soon as she answered. “He’s back. Lewis is back,”

Meanwhile

You started to pull yourself together when you heard a small noise from the corner of the room. You saw Maggie standing there with her mouth open.

“Oh baby--” You stood up and walked over to her.

“Why was he saying that, mom?” She had lost her sassy demeanor, and was now just a scared little girl.

“I…” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t know, baby girl,”

“I bet it’s because he’s jealous,” She scoffed, now resuming her angry flippant self. “He’s jealous dad is a better dude than him. I don’t know why--”

“We are not getting into this again, Margaret,” You used her full name, letting her know you meant business.

“You don’t…” Maggie paused. “You don’t believe him, do you mom?”

“What?” You blinked, trying to decide whether or not to answer honestly. Her big doe eyes looked at you, begging you to confirm that her dad was the man she thought he was.

“...No, of course not sweetie,” You shook your head and pulled her into a huge hug.

But you weren’t entirely sure at all.

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The Next Day In The SVU Office

Rafael and the squad had been working all night since he had made the call to Olivia. The squad room was now full of a corkboard full of all of William’s aliases, past transgressions, etc. Except now your name along with Maggie and Kylie’s names were added on a side stem, with “Billy Loomis?” written above it.

“So, you’re sure this chick hasn’t been helping William this whole time? Helping him hideout?” Fin asked Barba.

“What?” Rafael gasped. “No, not at all. No way,” He shook his head violently. “She didn’t even know who he was,”

“....Mmmhmm,” Fin gave the others a look.

“Look Fin I didn’t come here to here you insult my girlfriend--”

“Your girlfriend?” Nick asked. “Didn’t you say she kicked you out?”

“I don’t care, when she realizes--”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Olivia chimed in. “What if she does try to help him now?”

“Olivia!” He looked at her in betrayal. “Come on, you don’t think--”

“You said that he already convinced her to kick you out by just a few words on the phone,” Olivia pointed out. “Now that he knows you two are involved he is gonna try like hell to drive that wedge further and further,”

“But he won’t be able to if she finds out who he is,” Rafael rebutted.

“But if she won’t look, she won’t know,” Olivia stood her ground.

“She’ll look,” Rafael reiterated. “I know she will,”

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Back at your house

It was late at night, the girls were asleep and you were on your phone in your bed with a bottle of wine. You had brought a glass to bed with you, but you were drinking straight out of the bottle.

What Rafael said yesterday was eating at you. But what was eating at you more was the fact that you were starting to believe him over the man you had shared your life with for almost a decade, a man who you had two children with.

You looked at your phone which had your text thread with Rafael pulled up on it. You went through all the texts you had ever sent. The late night conversations, the little texts in the middle of the day just to say he missed you. He was so good to you, he always had been. He would never lie to you...would he?

You closed the text thread and opened up GOOGLE. You looked to the sky and asked God to forgive you for betraying the father of your children like this; but it had to be done. You typed in the name “WILLIAM LEWIS” and hit “SEARCH”.

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At Rafael’s Home

Rafael was staring at the text thread between you from his own phone, rubbing the screen with his thumb. He wanted so badly to call you, but he knew he needed to trust you to do this on your own. Plus, he was sure you wouldn’t answer if he called anyway. While he was staring longingly at his phone, it lit up:

UNKNOWN NUMBER CALLING

He had a pit of dread forming in his stomach, but he answered the phone anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello there, counselor,”

“How did you get this number?”

“My lovely wife gave it to me, obviously,”

“You’re lying,”

“Am I?”

“Yes, she wouldn’t do that,”

“Oh really?” He chuckled darkly. “You really think she cares about you that much?”

“I know she does,”

“Well, you know that’s really unfortunate for you, because you won’t see her or my kids again,”

“Why are you doing this?” Rafael asked. “Why do you even have a family? What are you going to do with them?!”

“What?” He laughed. “Nothing, counselor. I assure you,”

“Bullshit,”

“No actually, it’s not,” William explained. “Y’know after I had my little...adventure, in New York. I went off the grid. Wanted to live a normal life for a little while. And then I met Y/N,”

“Uh huh..” Rafael listened impatiently.

“And then I fell in love with her, and we had two beautiful girls. And I love those girls more than anything in this world, Barba,” He explained.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Rafael spit. “You don’t know how to love,”

“Believe it or not I do,” William smirked. “I just...don’t show it in a normal way,”

“Right,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“Hey, look,” William defended. “I was in love with Y/N for a while, I really was. And then--”

“Then what?”

“Then, she got a little naggy,” William shrugged. “She got on my nerves, and I got that itch again,”

“That itch?”

“Y’know, that...itch,”

“You wanted to kill her,”

“I did,” William admitted. “But I figured killing mommy wouldn’t be something I could get past the kiddos, so I scratched that itch in other places,”

“She did say you travelled a lot…’for work’,” Rafael recalled a conversation he had about him before with you one time, in passing. If only he knew what he knew now.

“Yeah,” William chuckled to himself.

His ‘work’ was quite extensive. And it was exhausting trying to lead a double life, but he was being honest when he said he loved his girls. He really did. He loved them more than anything or anyone he had before, maybe ever. He’d never let anyone hurt them...or turn them against him.

“Anyhow,” He continued. “Y’know I may not be in love with Y/N anymore, but you know what I hate?”

“What?”

“People touching my things,” Lewis growled.

“She is not a THING, Lewis. She’s not even yours anymore,” Rafael yelled.

“See I know you’ve never been married Barba, so maybe you don’t understand this,” Lewis lowered his voice to an eerily calm manner. “But when you marry someone, in front of God and everyone you love, it creates a bond. An everlasting bond,”

“Oh give me a break--”

“And that bond, cannot be broken. ‘Till death do us part,”

“...Are you threatening her?” Rafael was vibrating with rage.

“No, of course not counselor,” William replied innocently. “However, if you were to help her break those vows….I might be forced to,”

“Excuse me?”

“Until death do us part, Barba,” William repeated. “That means either she stays faithful to me, or I’ll have to kill her,”

“Don’t you DARE touch her Lewis, do you hear me?!” Rafael’s blood was boiling.

“Well I won’t have to, as long as you leave her be,” William replied calmly.

“....You won’t get away with this,” Rafael growled.

“Oh I think I will,” William smirked. “Because if you send anyone after me, she will die,”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Rafael growled. “You just said your kids would--”

“So maybe mommy gets in a car wreck on the way home, or God forbid robbed in a parking lot!” Lewis taunted Rafael with an evil laugh.

“You’re the fucking devil, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I know I’m a man who gets what he wants,” Lewis chuckled. “I’ll let you go Barba, I know you’re a busy man. And remember, I’ll be watching!”

And with that he hung up on Rafael.

------------------

Almost immediately after hanging up with Lewis, Rafael’s phone lit up again.

Y/N CALLING

“Holy shit…” He blinked in disbelief at the phone. How did you know?

“...Y/N?”

“Rafa,” You tried to keep yourself from crying, you couldn’t wake up the girls. “Rafa I...I saw William Lewis,”

“Oh god,” Rafael put a hand over his head. “Baby, I am so, so--”

“No, I’m sorry,” You cut him off. “I should have listened to you, I should have googled him, not kicked you out,”

“You didn’t know…”

“No but you did, and I should have trusted you. That’s what you do when you--” You paused, never having had said it out loud before.

“....When you what?” He waited with bated breath.

“When you love someone,” You bit your lip, hoping it wasn’t too late to say.

“I knew it,” He smiled to himself. “I knew you loved me. I knew he was full of shit,”

“What do you mean he?” Your eyes quirked.

“Shit,” Rafael realized he misspoke. “Um, well--”

“He called you, didn’t he?” You asked.

“...He said you gave him my number,” Rafael confessed.

“I didn’t, I swear to God Rafa I didn’t,” Tears stung your eyes. “I-I don’t know how he--”

“It’s fine, carino,” He assured you. “He has his ways, I know that,”

“Okay…” You said softly, not really sure he believed you. Damn Billy. Damn him to hell.

“Speaking of ‘his ways’--,” Rafael added with an uncomfortable clearing of his throat.

Oh God. What was he going to say?

“He...we…” Rafael tried to get the words out, he really didn’t want to say them out loud.

“He what, Rafael?” You pressed him.

“He said that I can’t see you again,” He closed his eyes as the words fell out of his mouth.

“What?” You nearly dropped the wine bottle all over your sheets.

“I can’t--” He started to repeat himself.

“No,” You cut him off. “No that is not--” There was no way in hell Billy was going to keep you from Rafael, not now.

“He said he would kill you, Y/N,” Rafael said very pensively.

“Well why hasn’t he done it already?!” You raised your voice, quickly looking to the door to make sure the girls hadn’t heard you. They hadn’t.

“He said your kids wouldn’t forgive him, and he really does love them,” He relayed what Lewis had told him.

“Ugh,” You gagged. “I can’t believe that son of a--”

“Y/N I believe him,” Rafael interjected.

“About what?”

“All of it,” He sighed. “I...I think he really does love your daughters,”

“...Really?”

“Yeah, he said that’s why he left. He wanted to scratch his...itch, somewhere else,”

“Oh my god…” You wanted to vomit thinking about all the “business trips” Billy used to take. If you only knew what kind of “business” he was in.

“...And I also think he’ll be good on his word of having you killed,”

“Having me killed?” You snorted. “By who?”

“Guys like him, they know plenty of...dark people,” He rubbed his eyes, he was getting a headache from all of this worrying. “He probably has people watching your house right now,”

“No, there’s no--” You looked out your window and down the street. Nothing looked out of place, but now you were paranoid. “...There’s no way, I would notice. I’m pretty sure,”

“Look we may be worried about nothing,” The idea just occurred to Rafael’s mind.

“Nothing? Really?” You laughed sarcastically.

“Well look, if Lewis thinks that you believed him over me, just...just keep him thinking that,” He hated the idea of you pretending to still...like, Lewis but he needed you safe.

“You want me to just go about my life like I don’t know my ex-husband is a psychopath?!” You hissed, really attempting to keep your voice down. The girls definitely could not hear any of this. Ever.

“Just for now,” Rafael assured you.

“Do you really think he’ll think I chose to believe him over you?” You twirled your hair nervously.

“Well, I mean you didn’t--” He paused. “You’ve never mentioned me before, maybe he’ll just think we were a...a fling or something,”

“I was introducing you to my kids!” You cried. “I think that’s a little more than a fling,”

“Okay fair point,” Rafael shook his head. “But, it would make perfect sense that you would just believe him at his word that I was the bad guy, right? He’s the father of your children, I’m just some guy you were having sex with for a few months,”

“No you aren’t,” You bit back tears hearing him drag your relationship like that. “You know you’re more than that,”

“I mean for the sake of the lie, amor,” He said with a somewhat endearing tone. He liked the fact that you made sure he knew that was a bunch of shit.

“I guess,” You shrugged, still not liking the idea of having to shit on what you and Rafael had. Even if it was just acting. But you had to, for your life. And for your children’s lives.

“Rafael, what if he suspects something? What if he kidnaps the girls?” Your mind was racing with worst case scenarios.

“Y/N I’m telling you, if you just play it cool, he’ll never think anything else about this,” Rafael tried to comfort you through the phone, but he knew it was somewhat fruitless without him being able to touch and hold you.

“....And I’m just supposed to live like this?” You felt tears in your voice. “Just...just never see you again? After I just told you I--”

“Just for now, mi vida,” He tried not to to start crying himself. He had to be the strong one here. “Just until I can-- figure something else out,”

“...I just want you here,” You whimpered.

Your whimpers pierced his heart like a million knives. All he wanted in that moment was to be next to you, holding you while you cried. Protecting you with his life. But he knew in reality, this was how he had to protect you. And your girls.

“I know…” He nodded his head, a few tears dropping down his face. “I just want to be there,”

“...I-I need to go, it’s late. The girls will be getting up for school soon,” You wiped tears from your own face, putting the wine bottle back in your side table.

“Alright, mi amor,” He said softly, not really wanting to hang up. He didn’t know when the next time he’d be able to hear your voice was going to be, and he wanted every second he had left with you.

“Don’t…” He bit back the sobs in his tone. “Don’t call me, or text me. Wait for me to contact you, okay?”

“What?” Your voice went up a register higher. Now you didn’t want to hang up with him, if he was going to ghost you like this. “No, Raf please, we haven’t--”

“I know,” He rubbed his eyes. “I know we’ve never not talked for even a day, I know. And it’s going to kill me, just know that. You’re my best friend, Y/N,”

“Really?” You blinked in surprise. “Even over Olivia?”

“...Don’t tell her,” He cry-laughed. He knew that would be the last time he laughed for a while.

“You’re my best friend too, Rafael,” You were really crying now. “Ever since I met you, you’ve made my life better. And now I’ve gone and fucked it--"

“Hey,” He stopped you with a stern tone. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong here, you understand me? That’s-- that’s not why I’m cutting you off, okay? I’m not punishing you, please know that,”

“...I know,” You replied in a soft voice, almost like a little girl scared of the dark.

“Okay, good,” He breathed in relief. He couldn’t live with himself if you blamed yourself for this mess.

“I promise-- I swear to you, as soon as I think it’s safe I will come straight to you,” He promised. “The very second,”

“Okay,” You nodded in a more controlled, mature tone. You had to be strong now, you didn’t want him to think you were a blubbering idiot without him. You had survived three long years on your own, you could do it again. You hoped.

“I love you, Y/N,” Rafael repeated it for the third time that day. You wished you could record it and play it over and over again, falling asleep to it.

“I love you too Rafael,” You sniffled.

“...Talk soon,” He said softly, then hung up before he could change his mind about the whole thing.

You both cried yourself to sleep that night.

[cherryblossomriot]

i had a dream the other day that was basically a dinluke cowboy au and it has been HAUNTING me, so just allow me to deposit it upon you like my subconscious drop kicked it onto me:

Luke is a disabled veteran who has returned from war one hand lighter and several scars heavier. When he returns, his family, who are heavily involved in the politics/military of this fictional land, don’t understand his now jaded and melancholic view of both the world, but also the ideologies that they so strongly believe in, leading him to constantly feel like an outcast even among the people that he so dearly loves. They’re all passionate and strong-willed, but they still don’t understand, not his struggles with mental health or his new perspective, and it just makes things worse and worse and worse. Anakin is a general, and though he’s seen the gruesomeness of war firsthand, he’s also become desensitized to it and has anger-management issues, so he often almost finds a sort of refuge within the chaos of battle, so he clearly cannot even fathom the emotions and trauma that Luke is trying to sort through, much less know how to deal with them properly. Padme is a senator and cares deeply about the crimes and seemingly senseless violence occurring during the war, but she’s also a politician and knows how to play the long game, so when Luke comes to her, he leaves feeling misunderstood and pushed aside. Leia is the only one who seemingly understands, as the pair of them have a deep, intrinsic bond, but she doesn’t fully grasp Luke’s moods and doesn’t handle his breakdowns and flashbacks well. So everyone feels a little upset, a little unsettled, and a lot like they don’t understand why and how Luke has changed, which leads to Luke feeling more and more out of place within his own family. The war ends relatively soon after Luke’s return, which leads to parades which leads to awards which leads to balls and banquets, all of which Luke is forced to attend, his heart dragging but his head held high, because he’s an Amidala-Skywalker goddammit, and we have a certain responsibility and image to maintain to the public and everyone who endured so much. So Luke has to sit there through awards and boasts of glory and mentions of battle scars and it goes on and on and on, and he has to smile and bear it and accept the medal that they’re giving him because he did such a great service to his country and-he has a panic attack. A nasty one that leads to him having to flee from a ballroom, and outside to the gardens. Once he’s there, he realizes that he doesn’t want to go back in. At all. So he runs away. He just picks a direction and goes, stealing a car on the way (this is a modern au but also fictional countries because I don’t want to get into real politics, hooo boy no siree). In the middle of nowhere, he gets caught in a storm and basically crashes his car and passes out. 

But when he wakes up! That’s when the fun begins. 

He’s in this cozy sort of bedroom, and this hot guy is fast asleep in the chair beside his bed, and is that a little kid in his lap? Anyway, the hot guy wakes up, introduces himself as Din Djarin in the softest, most attractive voice Luke has ever heard with his own two ears, and doesn’t ask him where he’s from or what he was doing driving in the middle of bumfuck nowhere at 3 in the morning, so Luke is obligated to have a lil crush on him, even though he’s not sure about the kid. So he asks, and Din introduces him to his son Grogu, who waves at him and signs hello, because, as Din explains, he doesn’t speak much, and the foster system wasn’t too kind to him, so he’s got a little bit of trauma to work through. And Luke just, instantly falls in love with this soft dad and his cute little son who can shift his features from the biggest, most pleading puppy eyes ever to the face of a demented gremlin who will try to eat the frog he caught in the backyard, no matter how slimy it is, or how hard it tries to wriggle out of his hands. Din tells Luke that he can stay for however long he needs, because Luke’s kinda injured from his accident, and anyway, once he’s healed up, they always could use another hand on the farm. So Luke stays, and he meets all of Din’s other farm hands (and shitty friends). There’s Boba, who doesn’t talk much, but when he does it’s always something slightly ominous and menacing, and Luke thinks that his name sounds familiar...hey wasn’t he on the news for robbing a couple banks a few years back?...no, surely not..., Fennec, who speaks even less than Boba, and manages to be far, far more intimidating, but also helps Luke with his prosthetic and gives him fun little tips that always sound more like she’s cut off a lot more limbs than she’s lost. Cara Dune (who is not gina carano but i digress) is also there, and she’s just constantly a harbinger of chaos, but will babysit Grogu whenever Din wants to brood and stare longingly into the distance (or at Luke who’s also brooding as the sun sets but shhh). Bo-Katan and the gang are there, and while Bo-Katan grumbles about how the old ranch boss had different/better methods on how to run things, she still follows Din’s lead and helps him with the finances and taxes. They all take to Luke like a wildfire, because Luke is a sunshine boy who can make friends with literally anyone and somehow manages to make Din not only smile but laugh, but also because they can tell he’s got a lot of trauma and pain bubbling just under the surface, and they all silently but collectively agreed a long time ago that they are the patron saints of troubled and lost souls. 

When Luke gets better and starts to help out, he’s constantly upset with himself because he used to help out at his aunt and uncle’s farm in the summers when he was a kid, and he knows how to do this stuff, but his prosthetic is really throwing him off and his body has sustained a lot of other injuries that make doing manual labor a much more different experience than it used to be, but everyone is really patient with him and helps him out, especially Din. At one point, Din is so nice that Luke just loses it, because he doesn’t understand how Din can be so kind and so patient, and care about him so much, and kind of calls himself broken and useless in front of Din, and Din gets super protective and grabs his hands (real and prosthetic) and tells him that he’s not broken or useless, and you’re so sweet and wonderful, and can’t you see? Ever since you’ve been here, everyone’s been so much happier, so much lighter. You’ve brought something precious to us, but most of all to me. And they’re standing really close and for a second Luke thinks Din is going to kiss him, but instead, Luke realizes that he’s crying, and Din just wraps his arms around him and holds him.

After that, time sort of blurs, marked by things like Grogu climbing into Luke’s bed because he sensed that he was having a nightmare, and Din waking up to find the pair of them coloring in a serene silence, Luke getting the hang of ranch life and his prosthetic and dealing with his panic attacks and flashbacks as they come, and Din enduring relentless badgering from his friends because hey, if you don’t marry Luke, I will and Fennec, you’re a lesbian and that doesn’t matter, it’ll be a marriage of twink and butch solidarity. And all the while, Din and Luke are spinning closer and closer towards each other, two suns hurtling in their orbit to the other with an inescapable certainty. 

When it finally happens, they’ve just gotten back from one of those cowboy dances (idk what they’re called...hoedowns? yeah okay) (and yes, I wanted to hit all of the cliches in the book, thank you very much), and Grogu’s fallen fast asleep on Luke’s shoulder. After they tuck him up all snug in his bed, they head out to the porch, because it’s raining outside, and the steady thrum of water droplets splattering on the roof and on the grass is the most soothing sound Luke has ever heard (aside from Din’s voice), and he’s a little too afraid to go to sleep and ruin his perfect night with a nightmare. They stand there for a while, silence binding them together, shoulders brushing every now and then, hesitant and questioning. Luke thinks about how Din had asked him to dance earlier, his lips tilted in a teasing, but achingly soft smile, and how his heart had pounded a tattoo to the shape of his ribs when they’d pushed up so close together, the fast, rowdy dances of the beginning of the night having faded to something lasting, something meaningful. Luke remembers the ball he’d run away from, how the dancing had been cold, almost jeering in a way, and Luke realizes how far he’s come, how different it is here. And suddenly, there isn’t a question in his mind anymore. He turns toward Din, who turns toward him, and when he leans forward, Din breathes an uncertain “Luke-”, but he doesn’t get to finish the thought. Luke kisses him, and he kisses back, and it’s just them. There are hands in hair and noses nudged together, and at some point, they move, without either of them releasing the other, into the house and into Din’s bedroom. Buttons are unbuttoned, and whole stretches of skin are kissed, and when it’s over, they curl up together, Din tucking his head into the crook of Luke’s neck and falling asleep there. 

When they wake up, Luke explains why he came here, why he ran away, all the while Din looks at him with his beautiful dark eyes and runs his hands through Luke’s hair, which is catching the sunlight filtering in through the window and making him look like he has a halo, all the while never once condemning him for keeping it a secret this whole time. After he’s finished, he expects some sort of shocked reaction-after all, his family’s pretty famous, but all Din does is kiss him and ask, “Wait, so you have a twin?” 

It’s so unexpected that Luke throws his head back and bursts into uncontrollable, and very contagious peals of laughter, and when he’s finally able to breathe again, he kisses Din’s forehead and murmurs, “I love you.” 

Din, who has been touch starved and lonely for years (no time for relationships when you’ve got a business to run and a toddler to raise), tears up and kisses him, too overwhelmed for words. But Luke understands.  

And then Grogu pushes his way into the room holding up a box of Frosted Flakes above his head and shaking it, as if to say, I’d like to eat now, please. 

Din and Luke stifle their smiles into the other’s shoulder, and when they get up, Luke can’t help but think that he’s finally where he belongs.

----

It takes approximately .5 seconds for all the others to figure out they’re together now, and Cara and Bo-Katan (of all people) start cheering immediately, to Din and Luke’s shock. Boba and Fennec grumble and begrudgingly hand over a huge wad of cash each to Cara and Bo-Katan because they thought it would take them at least another two weeks to get together. Din’s very done with his friends at this point, but he takes one look at Luke’s flustered but smiling face and decides he won’t kill them all this time. 

And if everyone thought Luke was a lot of excitement for a humble ranch in the middle of nowhere, then they are in no way, shape, or form, prepared for when his very angry twin sister shows up with a himbo with a shit-eating grin and his 7 foot tall best friend she hired to track her brother down. 

(needless to say, Boba punches Han within two minutes of interaction).