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rommahh · 3 years ago

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I Carry It In My Heart

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I thank everyone who read part one, it meant so much to me to see the love it got. Heres part two, please comment, like reblog, whatever I just wanna hear your thoughts! I also plan on making smaller blurbs of this universe with fratrry. I have plans for a graduation, wedding, babies, and other random blurbs of their lives. Much love, R.

Part One

Y/N’s drive home was quiet. She drove the whole six hours just listening to her thoughts. Thinking about the future of a relationship she had so much hope for. She wanted this relationship so much and seeing Harry before leaving campus reassured her that maybe just maybe, Harry wanted what she wanted too.

Six hours went by and Y/N finally arrived home. She lived on a very secluded farm with her mom, dad, grandparents, uncles/aunts, and cousins. Everyone lived along the property making the family tight knit. She was scared to reveal to her family that she wasn't with Harry anymore. He grew to be a very important part of the family. Everyone saw how beautiful Harry and Y/N’s relationship was. They could see how close they were and how they just shared a really unique connection with each other.

Getting out of her car, Y/N took a moment to stretch her legs before she was bombarded by her family. Hands were pulling her into hugs, kisses were being planted on her cheek- she never felt more loved in her life. She didn't realize she was crying until her mom held her face between her hands wiping the free flowing tears from the young girl's face. The family left the mother and daughter alone to reconnect.

“What is wrong with my baby?” Her mother cradled her face as she sobs.

“Mommy, we broke up. Me and Harry broke up and- and i'm exhausted from exams, and i'm so hungry!” Y/N’s hysterics caused her mom to chuckle. She helped grab Y/N’s belongings from the trunk and then led the girl into the house. As Y/N wiped the tears from her face she hiccuped trying to catch her breath.

With her bags in her room, Y/N sat at the kitchen table as her mom placed a bowl of chilli in front of her. Her mom sat beside her rubbing her back encouraging her to eat and regain some energy.

“Tell me what happened hon?”

“We got in a really bad fight after he kissed another girl. He basically said that I was overreacting. I tried to tell him that my reaction was merely based on how I feel about our future relationship. He laughed at me and said he wasn't thinking about the future of our relationship. Tha-” She choked up again “-that this wasn't a future he wanted.” Y/N sniffled into her food as her mom guided food into her mouth.

“It's ok hon. Let me tell you something, you and Harry will be fine. It may seem like this is the end but it's not. You will get through this because you guys were made for each other. From the way that you guys know each other's thoughts to the way that you both can read each other with no problem- you two were meant to be. Me and your pa went through our own issues but look at us now. We are solid. Baby, you two will be solid.” Y/N’s mom smoothed the hair on her daughter's head smiling at the young girl.

Y/N thought about her mothers words. Hearing her mom say those things about her relationship made her feel a little better. Her mother kissed her on the forehead and told her to get to bed and get some rest.

Y/N walked into her room and immediately her eyes were drawn to the gift Harry got her. She didn't remember bringing it in her room but there it sat in all of its glory. The gold wrapping paper on the box contrasted with the dark wood of her dresser. The envelope adorned with Harry's name written in cursive.

She was tempted to open the gift but at the same time she couldn't bring herself to even touch the gift. She kept thinking about the moment she shared with Harry in the parking lot. How he made time to see her before she left. How he found time to get her a gift and bring it to her. She grabbed the gift, shoving it into the top drawer of the dresser.

As Y/N lied in her bed that night, wrapped in a blanket Harry bought her, she couldn't run her mind off. She wanted to be with Harry but she was scared of his lack of commitment. She doesn't understand his sudden lack of commitment. She mentioned marrying him in the future and he freaked out on her. It hurt to know that in a quick second, he could change his mind.

Closing her eyes she went to sleep thinking about her brown haired, green eyed boy whose heart she carries with her at all times.

Y/N felt better to be back home on the farm. This semester had mentally drained her to the point where she felt like she had nothing within herself to give. She sat in the barn behind the house watching the chickens run around as she remembered the first time Harry visited the farm.

“No Harry, you just grab them from underneath. Like cup your hands and grab!” Y/N hollered to her boyfriend as he chased chickens around trying to grab them. He couldnt get his hands on a chicken but hearing his girlfriend laughing made it all worth it. Here he was dressed in overalls while chasing chickens.

“Bubs, I cant get one.” He pouted walking back over to Y/N.

“You don't have the talent I have.” She walked over to a resting chicken and grabbed it with ease. Tucking the chicken under her arm, she scratched the top of the chicken's head and walked over to where Harry was standing in shock.

“You are something else!” She set the chicken down, watching it run away. Harry grabbed her arm, twirling her around to face him. She placed her arms atop his shoulders, fingers playing with the small curls of his head. His arms wrapped around her waist squeezing her close to him.

It was a beautiful morning on the farm. Fall break on full blast and instead of Harry going back home, he just decided to come see where his girlfriend lives. They were sophomores now, entering almost a year of dating. This had been one the best almost years of their lives.

Harry placed a gentle kiss on her plush lips. She smiled, kissing him back.

“I love you Harry.” She said, staring at his eyes. His eyes opened wide. He stepped back from her and then started jumping up and down out of happiness. He threw her over his shoulder and started running through the blades of grass like the chickens he was trying to catch earlier. Setting her down on her feet she giggled at his antics.

“I cant believe you just said that. Im so fucking in love with you. So in love.” He said squishing her cheeks together, puckering her lips and smacking a wet kiss on her mouth.

“Ew Harry gross.” she giggled as he continued to place wet slobbery kisses over her face.

Y/N was so happy to bring Harry home. She wanted to show her family this new boy that had completely captivated her heart. He fit in with her family perfectly, making jokes, helping with dinner, playing with the little ones. He was family.

Walking into the house, she was greeted with the familiar smell of her grandma's famous peach crumble. She went into the kitchen sitting at one the stools watching her grandmother whip around the kitchen baking a slew of desserts.

“Hey lovebug, you go out and see your chickies?” Her grandmother asked, never losing focus of what she was doing.

“I did, they are all growing up so quick.” Y/N laid her head down on the table staring out of the window. Head fuzzy with anxiety and muddled thoughts.

“What happened to Harry?” Y/N’s head popped off of the table as she looked at her grandmother in confusion.

“How did you know something was up?”

“You're my grandbaby, I know everything about you. You've also been moping around my house so I knew something had happened.” She took a bowl down from the cabinets scooping a hot piece of peach crumble in the bowl and placed it in front of Y/N.

“Yeah, me and Harry split up. We just had a bad fight that put us in a weird place. He cheated on me.” She scooped crumble into her mouth trying to distract herself from her sadness.

“Oh love bug. I'm really sorry about that. Did you guys talk at all?” Placing a pie in the oven, her grandmother took a seat next to Y/N stealing a bite of crumble.

“He actually said goodbye to me before I came home. He gave me a Christmas gift too. I don't know, we didn't really say much. I miss him though. He was drunk when he cheated on me, which isn't an excuse but I think he was taken advantage of. I'm not mad about him cheating on me. I was mad at how he reacted to me. Like I was in the wrong for thinking about our relationship in the long run.”

“I understand. Can I be honest with you?” Crumble gone now, Y/N turned her body to face her grandmother. She shook her head to say yes. “You and Harry will be ok. It feels like the end right now but it isn't. It really isn't. I watched you two all of that one break and I saw a resilient couple who were going to go so far. This bump in the road can be fixed. Baby that boy looks at you like you are the whole universe.” You blushed at her words.

“What do I do then?”

“Well, I think you guys should enjoy this break. Take the time to reflect on what your relationship was and what it could be. Harrys going to go home and be surrounded by family as you are now, just let yourself enjoy that time. When he comes back for school, meet up again and talk. You both are adults- you know what to do.” You took in your grandmother's words. She always knew what to say.

“Why is it that you and mom always give me advice over food?” You laughed as she winked at you kissing you on the cheek.

“Food always makes people listen.”

When Wednesday finally arrived, Harry couldn't have been happier to go home. He had been on campus all alone and just feeling like shit. Maybe it was karma for how he treated Y/N. His heart felt hollow and even though he saw her before she left campus, he knew they still weren't ok. He wanted nothing more than to just be ok with his girl. The girl who makes him feel happiest on his darkest days. He doesn't understand how he would have ruined something so perfect.

At his gate at the airport, Harry sat staring at his phone waiting for something. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He didn't deserve anything, especially because of how bad he messed up. He didn't plan on seeing Y/N last friday before she left but he didn't want to go home without seeing her face. He also spent all night writing her a letter that laid down his thoughts. He also wanted to give her a gift. He bought it at the beginning of the semester back home. He knew it was perfect for her the second he saw it.

“Welcome to British Airways, we are now boarding all priority passengers.”

Harry stood up collecting his carry on and started walking to the line forming in front of the gate. He checked his phone again. Nothing.

As the line moved forward. He checked again. Nothing.

He scanned his ticket. Checked again. Nothing.

Situating himself in his seat on the airplane, Harry didn't even bother checking his phone knowing nothing was there. He clicked his seatbelt over his lap and opened the window beside him to look outside.

His phone buzzing pulled him out of his thoughts. His breath hitched, heart lurching. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he turned the screen on.

To: Harry, from: Bubs<3

Have a safe flight Harry

Harry's eyes welled with tears.

To: Bubs<3, from: Harry

Thank you, love. It means a lot.

To: Harry, from: Bubs<3

I miss you Harry

A few of those tears tipped over the edge now rolling down his face.

To: Bubs<3, from: Harry

I miss you so much baby

And that was it. But that was all Harry needed to feel something again.

Y/N didn't know what compelled her to text Harry. She knows her grandmother told her to take some time but she just wanted to reach out to him. She wanted him to know that she was still here. She was still thinking of him and still wanted this. Whatever ‘this’ was.

Christmas eve came quickly, Y/N’s house filled with family members, food, and little children running around wreaking havoc. Y/N was sitting in her room staring at the drawer where the gift from Harry hid. She was scared to open it. Pushing that fear to the side, she walked over the drawer opening it and grabbing the box and envelope. She put the gift in her purse before grabbing her keys. She couldn't open the gift here. She needed to go somewhere quiet.

She said a quick goodbye to her parents and left the house in a hurry. She found herself parked at a small store's parking lot a few miles away from her house. She kept the car on for the heat but turned off the christmas tunes she had playing low in the background.

She opened her purse to pull the envelope out. Carefully ripping the top of the envelope she pulled out a stack of items. In the envelope were four photos and a handwritten letter. She saved the letter for last.

The first photo was of Harry and Y/N sitting on a bean bag in the library. Harry had the camera outstretched above their heads, Y/N with her face buried in a text book. This was taken in their first year during their first exam week. They were not exclusive yet but their friends knew how close they were- there was no one coming between the two of them. Y/N had been so stressed that week so Harry invited her to the library to eat lunch and study together. He helped her through some science homework which helped dramatically on her exam.

The second image was of Harry and Y/N at their favorite restaurant off campus. It was taken during their sophomore year during their one year anniversary. It was the week before spring break and they had just finished a round of midterms. Harry surprised her with a trip to her favorite restaurant. The waiter offered to take the picture because of how adorable the couple looked. In the picture they were holding hands, smiling wide to the camera. Y/N eyes welled up at how happy they looked together.

The third pic was taken during an event on campus at the end of their freshman year. It was a piece and love festival where different clubs hosted fun activities in hopes of promoting unity on campus. In the picture, Harry and Y/N were holding up braided string bracelets with beads that said their partners name. They always wore those bracelets after that day. Y/N looked down at the slightly faded bracelet on her wrist. Harrys name on her wrist reminding her that he is always with her no matter what. Cheesy as it may be but the cheap string with plastic was something she would never part with.

The last picture was taken on Y/N’s farm. It was by the barn where Harry and Y/N were chasing chickens. It was taken from a high angle from afar. Harry had her on his shoulder and they were both visibly laughing. They had matching overalls with embroidery done by Y/N's aunt. On the back of the picture, Y/N could recognize Harry's handwriting as it said, “Your Grandma emailed me this picture when we got back to campus. She said that she couldn't help but take the picture when she saw how happy you looked.” Y/N laughed at his sloppy handwriting and her grandmother's words.

The last piece of the envelope was the letter. Y/N slowly unraveled the folded paper, smoothing out the crinkles. Taking a deep breath she began reading.

Y/N,

In my eyes, our future is filled with love. I see us buying a small house in your home town because I know you love home. I know you also said you may want to live in a city so if our plans were to change, I could see us living in a small apartment, decorated by you of course, with bookshelves that towered to the ceiling and many plush blankets littering the rooms. I see us working hard during the day and enjoying each other during the evening when we come home. I see bubble baths and fun new dinner recipes. I see me bringing you flowers to brighten your day from a long day of work. I see us travelling to all of the places you have pinned on your “for the future” pinterest board. I see us having a small wedding, my family, your family, some friends and that's it. I'd let you do whatever you like for the wedding because I want to see you happy.

I see little ones. Direct copies of you and me running around in the backyard as we try chasing them and tickling them. I see bedtime stories and fun days at the park. Picnics in the meadow and swimming in the lake. Catching chickens and rough housing with the goats. Pasta sauce around the mouth after a good meal. Frozen yogurt with all of the toppings. I see everything with you. There's not a moment where I don't see us together. I think about our graduation and where we will be after graduation.

I see a future with you and I was an ass to say otherwise. You are everything to me. I should be doing more for our relationship like I used to. I want to take you out on more dates and shower you in gifts because you deserve it. I love you so much. Please don't give up on me and all of the memories we've created. I want it all with you.

School has been hurting me pretty bad and I took it out on you. I cheated on you because I was too drunk to think properly. I hurt the only person whose opinion I hold higher than anyone else's. We built a beautiful relationship of trust and boundaries and I ruined it for no reason. I want to do better. Please let me show you that I can do better.

I found this poem that reminded me of you. I know you like poems and this poem speaks for me wholly.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Have a lovely break and I hope to be able to see you after.

Love Harry.

His letter left the girl speechless. He said everything she wanted to hear. Looking at her phone she checked the time.

7:36 pm

Its about 12 am in london.

Without a second thought she opened Harry's facetime profile and pressed the call button.

Ring. Ring. Ri-

“Love? Are you alright? Did something happen?” Harry was quick to answer, looking half awake and flustered. Y/N broke down in tears immediately. “Y/N are you ok, baby?”

“Harry.” She wailed. It was embarrassing but all of the pent emotion she was holding in finally breached. She couldn't stop crying. Harry sat up from his laying down position in bed holding the phone closer to his face to inspect his girl.

“It's ok bubs, whatever it is, it's ok. I promise it's ok.” Harry tries consoling the girl. Her tears reduced to small sniffles.

“I read your letter Harry. It's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I want it all with you too. I've always wanted it with you. Since the day we met Harry.” He let out a watery laugh so overwhelmed with emotions. She wiped her face of tears looking back at the letter next to her.

“Y/N I love you so much. I do. I know I'm not that good at expressing my emotions but I do want a future with you. I'm hurting knowing I hurt the best thing that's ever happened to me.” His tears continued to flow freely.

“It's ok Harry. I'm not mad anymore. I'm not hurt either I promise. I think I was more upset that we were done. I don't want us to be done. I really don't.”

“I don't want us to be done either. I really want to marry you. Maybe not right now but in time I wanna get married.” He paused, wiping his face. “I wanna get married on your farm, maybe put the chickies in little tuxedos.” She giggled at his proposition.

“They would hate you even more if you did that.” They shared a laugh and then some silence. “I guess it's technically Christmas over there huh? Well Merry Christmas H.”

“It is christmas isn't it? Merry Christmas bubs. Did you open the box?” She grabbed the box next to her to show Harry shaking her head. She unwrapped the paper and revealed a box with a logo she wasn't familiar with.

“What's this?” He encouraged her to keep opening the gift. Lifting the top of the box she let out a loud gasp upon seeing a beautiful gold bracelet sitting on a satin pillow. She placed her phone on the phone stand on her dashboard so she could have both hands to look at the bracelet. The bracelet was gold and thin with a nameplate in the middle. Engraved on the nameplate was Harry's name.

“You went silent on me...Do you like it?” Y/N couldn't stop looking at the bracelet in her hand.

“Harry...It's gorgeous. It's so gorgeous.” She whispered. She slid the perfectly fit bracelet on her hand watching it fall in front of her handmade bracelet. The two bracelets adorned her wrist perfectly. “I love you so much H.”

“I love you too, I do. I can't wait to see you in person and talk.” He replies with his heart clenching in a good way, watching his girl smile happily at her gift.

“Om bubby, I'll let you go to sleep. I love you, spend time with your family and then come back to me as the same Harry I fell in love with.” He smiled, whispering goodnight and hanging up.

Going home that night, Y/N’s family watched her come back into the house walking lighter on her feet and looking happier than she did when she came home from school. She showed her bracelet off to her parents as her grandmother made her a plate of food. She smiled at everyone and talked the whole night. Her grandmother watched from afar feeling her heart fill with joy at her granddaughter's happiness.

As Christmas break went on Harry and Y/N continued to keep their relationship moving slowly. Only calling each other once a day and giving each the much needed space to heal with their respective family. Y/N facetimed him on christmas giving him a youtuber esq. Haul of all of her gifts while he laughed at her silliness. He did the same thing with half the enthusiasm.

As move in day approached, Y/N felt herself becoming worried about her relationship. She worried that when she saw Harry, their relationship would slowly deteriorate. Little did she know that she had no reason to be so afraid. Harry was on his flight back to school ready to hug and hold his girl. He was ready to reunite and be the couple they used to be. He was ready to be a better partner for his girl.

“Alright girly, looks like we got everything squished in your car. Are you sure you've got everything?” Y/N’s mom asked sarcastically. Y/N huffed shoving another bag in the passenger seat.

“Yup that should be it.”

“Ok, well you give me a hug and get going.” Y/N rushed into her mom's arms. Her mom kissed her on the forehead and left Y/N and her grandmother to talk on their own.

“Bye grandma, i'm going to miss you.” Her grandmother held her arms tight.

“You get back to campus and see that boy ok? You go and be in love. You too are old enough to know what you want and this relationship is something you obviously both want.”

Kissing her grandma goodbye, she got in her car and started her drive back to school.

It only took Y/N one trip from her car to her dorm to unload all of her belongings. She was able to snag one of the big trolleys to push her things inside. She watched as friends reunited, she even said hi to a few of her friends but her mind was set on one person. She grabbed her wallet and phone from her dorm and left quickly on a journey to get to Harry’s frat.

The air was cool but Y/N felt warm from how quickly she was booking it to Harry. Harry, just like Y/N, immediately left his room to see Y/N. Having not seen her in a month and some of exam week- he couldn't wait to see her. Harry saw Y/N’s familiar face walking down the sidewalk of his frat and he stopped in his tracks. She smiled her bright, beautiful smile before running over to where he stood. Her arms hooked around his neck as his arms adjusted around her waist. He stumbled a bit from the force of her hug but stood his ground nonetheless.

She held him tight, legs bound around his waist, a few stray tears falling from her eyes. He held her just as tightly, hands tightly holding her thighs and back.

“Hi bubby.” She said in his ear, face burrowed in his neck. He set her down and reached for her face.

‘Hi baby.” She blushed at his nickname. They looked into each other's eyes and time froze like it always did between them. Y/N broke theri moment by pulling his face to hers. They kissed like they hadnt kissed in years. To them the time they spent away from each other felt like years. Their lips fit together like puzzle pieces. Pulling apart, Harry stared down at his heart, tears begging to be free. He opened his mouth to say something and she stopped him.

“It's ok Harry. My baby, it's ok. We are ok.”

i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

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pillage-and-lute · 4 years ago

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An Ever Fixed Mark (Part 5)

This is pretty par for the course as far as some slightly horny bits but no actual horniness. Still, if that squicks you, read with caution.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, (here) Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,

Read it on Ao3 HERE

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The next few days of Geralt’s marriage didn’t fare much better than the first. He and Jaskier were truly an ill match. Sure, the young man was charming, not even Geralt was immune to his wiles, and he was certainly easy on the eyes, but he’d never met someone as annoying as Jaskier.

Jaskier could talk a mile a minute, and the less Geralt talked, the more Jaskier did. This rankled. Geralt had learned that talking less was supposed to encourage less conversation, but clearly Jaskier hadn’t grasped that.

Far worse than the talking was the singing. Singing, humming, tapping, even playing his lute, Jaskier was always doing something. It was like riding beside a musical whirlwind, with the added penalty that at least a whirlwind wouldn’t know lyrics.

It wasn’t totally Jaskier, Geralt knew. They were riding hard to get as far from Lettenhove as possible, and the weather hadn’t let up. It had rained for almost five days, steady, drenching rain, with never enough time to get dry. They went to bed damp and woke up damper. Their socks were moist, their hair sopping. Jaskier was pouting because he couldn’t play his lute and somehow that made him more talkative. Despite the springtime, the rain was cold and sometimes he had to pause mid chatter to shiver. All this, made Geralt’s mood go south. Worse, he always hated parting from his brothers. There were so few of them, the first days without them were hard.

And he had to deal with some spoiled little rich boy.

That wasn’t being fair to Jaskier, he rarely acted spoiled, not really spoiled. It was, however, intensely clear that he was used to comfort and they were not, right now, comfortable. He didn’t complain too much about things Geralt couldn’t change, like the weather, apart from the odd sniffle about all his clothes being wet. He did beg to stay in an inn though.

That bothered Geralt too. They really had little money, and here the lad was trying to get Geralt to spend it on something they didn’t need. He’d survived rain before.

That thought gave Geralt pause. Of course he’d survived rain before, but had Jaskier? It was unlikely. Days and nights of being slightly damp and chilly weren’t good for humans, they tended to get things. Like chest infections. And pneumonia.

Geralt spared a glance at the figure riding, hunched, beside him.

Unfortunately, Jaskier seemed to take this as an invitation.

“I can’t wait to get to Oxenfurt,” he said. “I have this friend, Essi, I think you’d love her. She’d certainly love to meet you, and she’s quite pretty, so even if you won’t tell me your stories perhaps you’d tell them to her.”

Was there a hint of bitterness there?

“Anyway,” Jaskier continued. “She wouldn’t be frightened of you in the least, I know because one time we were drunk... well, I was drunk and she was tipsy, and this man came up, really rough looking type you know? And I was raised to be polite so I ask him his business...”

Geralt stopped paying much attention. If the bard could manage that much, all in one breath, he was fine. Jaskier continued, all about this Essi character and a man trying to mug them in an alley. Apparently the girl had kicked him in the rattle and flute so hard he’d thrown up.

“And there’s this great pub,” Jaskier was saying, gesturing broadly with one hand and flinging raindrops into Geralt’s face. “It’s called the King’s Boots, dunno why, but it’s got good ale. Like, really good, not the swill you probably get in these little backwater towns. Pretty barmaids, too, if that takes you fancy.”

There it was again, that odd little inflection.

“It took my fancy, when I was a student there, of course. They weren’t terribly interested in me but, well, I began studying there at fifteen. Really, I still had spots. I wasn’t the catch you see before you now.”

Geralt didn’t deign to respond. Whether or not Jaskier was a catch wasn’t something he was going to weigh in on.

Even if he definitely had an opinion.

That was maybe the worst of it all. In spite of the constant noise and restless intrusion into Geralt’s life and routine, he did like Jaskier. That was good, considering they were married, but he wanted to kiss Jaskier, at least once. Just to try it out. That was bad because their marriage was about a half inch from being a sham. Married in name only.

“What sort of ladies do you get?” Jaskier was asking. “I mean, it’s obvious you never have any trouble finding partners.”

Geralt thought of a woman in the woods, of Blaviken, of blood.

“Shut up.”

“No really, Geralt,” Jaskier whinged. “I wan’t to know. Queens and mages? Legendary beauties.”

“Prostitutes.”

“Ah, legendary beauties it is then.”

“I don’t know about legendary,” Geralt said, cursing himself as he did so for encouraging this inane line of questioning. “But they were beautiful enough. For a price.”

“Ah the ladies and gentlemen of negotiable affection will forever have a place in my heart,” Jaskier sighed. Geralt wasn’t about to hear Jaskier’s sexual history in any capacity. For his sanity, he decided to shut the conversation down.

“I expect they’re the only ones willing to touch you.”

Shit. That one had been too harsh. He didn’t mean it, surely men and women and people all fell at Jaskier’s feet with even a glimpse of his smile. He must know he’s attractive.

Jaskier barely spoke the rest of the day. He wasn’t even pouting, exactly. Just...quiet.

They made camp under cover of some trees. The thick canapy leant enough dryness that Geralt could build a big fire and they hung their clothes over some low branches to dry. Out of the corner of his eye Geralt saw Jaskier take the basilisk leather from his pack and stroke a hand over it, which was strange. The material simply didn’t absorb water and needed no care.

Perhaps he just...liked it. It was a nice thought, sitting sort of warm and heavy in Geralt’s stomach, like a good meat pie. Jaskier liked his gift. Of course, he’d known that, back the day they’d met. That actually, apart from Jaskier’s father, hadn’t been too bad of a day.

Geralt thought about that day as he hunted wild game for their supper. He snagged a pheasant, a male, because it was mating season, and remembered how nervous he’d been, how at ease Jaskier had seemed. Perhaps it was because Jaskier had likely always known it would be, at least somewhat, a political match. Geralt had never thought there’d be a match at all.

Back at camp Jaskier had water boiling and was sitting in front of the roaring fire in just his trousers and chemise, even his socks so damp as to need a good drying. Geralt set the game to boil with a few wild carrots for a stew and sat beside him, feeling his hair finally begin to dry.

“This didn’t start out bad,” he said. He meant them, of course, and he meant it as a sort of apology, even if he knew it was woefully lacking. He just didn’t know what to say. Somehow, Jaskier’s mind must have been running along the same track.

It’s alright. You never wanted to get married to me.”

No, Geralt thought but didn’t say. I never wanted to get married. It has nothing to do with you. There’s nothing at all the matter with you. I’m just a grumpy bastard and we’re not a good fit.

A little voice in the back of Geralt’s head said, ‘you could be. If you let yourself, you could fit’. It sounded unnervingly like Eskel.

The truth was, if it had been anyone besides Jaskier, especially any noble, Geralt may have hated all this more. Jaskier liked nice clothes and clean appearances, but he wasn’t vain. He liked nice things but wasn’t greedy. He craved praise but wasn’t prideful, disliked many things but wasn’t hateful. Compared to the thieving, conniving, small minded nobles Geralt knew, he was unlike them all.

He was definitely unlike his father.

Jaskier played his slow tune on his lute. It was comforting and almost familiar, just background music. Geralt stirred the pot, breaking up some larger chunks of meat with the spoon.

Maybe this would fix some things. They’d be dry, with hot food. That could fix a lot.

“Geralt,” Jaskier asked. “Can I sing?”

Damn. Well, it was weird the lad was asking for permission, but Geralt didn’t like the idea of controlling the man’s voice, no matter how often he told him to ‘shut up’. Somehow it didn’t feel the same.

“Whatever,” he said.

Jaskier sang lowly, voice pitched at the edge of human hearing. Geralt wasn’t a human, of course, and could hear it clear as day. It was a folk song he’d heard before, a tragedy about a young woman who’s love left and she drowned herself.

It didn’t seem fitting. Jaskier was so lively. Geralt prayed he hadn’t fucked up enought that he’d dampened the bards spirit.

“Do you know The Chandler’s Wife?” Geralt asked when Jaskier’s song was done.

“That one, with the” Jaskier clicked his fingers three times, mimicking the snapping or tapping that happened in the song.

“Hmmm,” Geralt confirmed, nudging the contents of the pot.

Jaskier began to play. It was a bawdy song, with tapping substituted where innuendo would be. It was simple and cheerful and short, and by the time it was finished they both had steaming bowls of stew.

“Of all the songs you could have asked for,” Jaskier said, blowing on his stew. “I never would have picked that one.”

“Lambert’s favorite,” Geralt grunted.

Jaskier chuckled. “Makes sense, seems like his sort of song.” He took a large spoonful of stew and groaned in delight. Geralt very emphatically did not pay attention to that sound in any way at all.

“I expect you miss them,” Jaskier said.

“Some,” Geralt didn’t want to talk about it, so he focused on shoveling stew in to his mouth instead. Jaskier got the hint. He just settled one tentative hand on Geralt’s shoulder for a second, then went back to eating. He may as well have pressed a brand to Geralt’s skin.

That night, in their separate bedrolls in mostly dry and fire warmed clothes, Geralt could still feel Jaskier’s palm against him.

There was another reason, Geralt knew, for his over-grumpiness. It was guilt. Mostly he was alright, but hearing Jaskier chatter excitedly about Oxenfurt and all the things they could do together there...ate at him.

Jaskier had said he didn’t want to be left. Gotten rid of, had been his phrasing. And Geralt was going to. This rain had just been proof, though. Next time it could be pneumonia or hypothermia. The boy shouldn’t be out here.

It didn’t help Geralt sleep much better. Jaskier had also used the phrase ‘abandon’.

-- -- *-- --

The next village had a monster problem.

“Drowners, what do they do?”

“They drown people, Jaskier.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “No, I meant, what do they look like--”

“Ugly.”

Another eye roll. “And how do they do it. Do they spin like an alligator? Do they sink claws in and pull...?”

“The second one,” Geralt said, sharpening his sword. He figured they were far enough from Lettenhove that whatever political turmoil Vesemir had unleashed wasn’t going to catch them too soon.

“I can’t wait. Do they have scales? Fins? Are they slimy like frogs?”

“Jaskier,” Geralt said, finally paying attention. “What do you mean ‘you can’t wait?”

“I get to see you in action! Heroic witcher risks his life for helpless townspeople, it’s all very...Galahad.”

“Galahad?”

“Yes Geralt, he’s only the most famous hero written about in the last three hundred years,” Jaskier said. He was gesturing broadly, the way he always did when talking about literature. Geralt settled in for a rant.

“You know, ‘my strength is as the strength of ten becasuer my heart is pure,’?” That was Jaskier’s quoting voice.

“Never heard it,” Geralt grunted.

“That’s okay, it’s about this hero who’s good and saves everybody. You’re better than him anyway because you’re real.”

“I’m...better than a mythical hero.”

“I mean...yeah,” Jaskier said like it was obvious. “Everyone knows flaws make a character better. You’re totally hot with a heart of gold, score. Very classic. But also,” Jaskier turned to him grinning. “You’re emotionally constipated and smell like onion.”

“You said heroics a few days ago.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever, that’s what’ll go in the songs. Best of all is that you’re a witcher. Nobody likes witchers but that can change. You’ll be a tragic hero!”

“Tragic?”

“That hair is, do you ever brush it?

“We’re getting away from the point,” Geralt said, resisting the urge to swipe his fingers through his hair. “You aren’t going to see me fight.”

“What, you can’t just leave me at camp!”

No, no he absolutely couldn’t just leave Jaskier at camp. There could be assassins, wolves, anything.

“We’ll get a room at the inn.”

“Really? Oh Geralt, a real bed would be so nice, there’s been this crick in my neck, but you’re not leaving me in an inn room either.”

“You could perform.”

“Excellent bait, but no.”

“Jaskier, please. You need to stay in town,” Geralt was pleading. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been pleading. Probably when he was trying to convince Vesemir not to marry him off for the betterment of witcherkind.

“I want to see you fight!”

“It’s dangerous!.”

“You fight tons of these, right? I’ll stay super far away.”

“You could still get hurt, something goes wrong and you’ll get hurt! Humans are...soft.”

Jaskier tilted his chin up defiantly. Because they were the same height this wasn’t exactly necessary, but it gave Geralt a better view of his simply devastating eyes which was...not helping.

“I have the perfect plan,” Jaskier said. Were there silver flecks in his eyes? In this light Geralt was almost certain there were.

“I’ll stay back,” Jaskier was saying. “Any distance you want so long as I still get a reasonably good view. And I’ll wear the basilisk doublet.”

It was a good idea. Jaskier would stay back, the doublet would keep him safe.

Geralt might get another chance to be smiled at byJaskier.

Doublets. Doublets, doublets doublets. Think about the doublet.

“That would only keep your chest and arms safe.”

Jaskier smirked and patted a hand on Geralt’s chest, causing his slow heart to speed up just a little. “Are you going to let a drowner get to me? Get to my head, Geralt? My pretty face?” Jaskier pouted and Geralt’s stomach flipped over.

“Fine,” Geralt grunted. “You can come along.”

Jaskier looked very fine, all buttoned up in his basilisk leather doublet, and he was surprisingly quiet. This area of the forest was silent. and the ground was soft and slightly damp underfoot. They were near the Pontar river, which they would follow the rest of the way to Oxenfurt.

Here and there Geralt could see signs of human activity, but thankfully no humans in the area. Signs of woodcutters, likely the ill-fated ones who’d discovered the drowner’s pond in the first place, were scattered about.

They came within view of the pond. More swamp, really. It was so covered in green algae that it looked like some sort of oddly paved floor. It was as still as glass. Geralt took Jaskier’s--surprisingly strong--shoulder in one large hand and steered the boy to a log that he deemed was sufficiently far to be safe. Then he drew his sword.

Drowners weren’t hard to fight, and here in this little pond there were just two, skinny and hungry. Geralt felt relief flood him as he realized that he wouldn’t even need his potions. He didn’t want Jaskier to finally understand what a monster he was. Geralt was enjoying putting off that realization as long as possible. He was also enjoying being a noble hero, likened to this Galahad character, who sounded alright if a bit boring.

Geralt rolled his shoulders. He didn’t need to, but it looked nice and Jaskier was looking. The first drowner was close, now, trying to sneak through the algae, but Geralt’s vision was much better than its. He waited until the wretched thing lunged.

The slash of the drowner’s long claws missed Geralt narrowly, but he hadn’t been worried. He pivoted, working on years of instinct. This was who he was. Here he was on much safer ground than with courting and castles. He was a witcher, and fighting monster’s was what he was trained, and to some extent built, for.

The first slash didn’t kill the drowner, instead lopping off the arm that had so recently threatened to claw his eyes out. Then, with a clever twist of his wrist he sent his blade back the other direction, lopping off the head. It had taken all of a second from the point of the drowner’s lunge.

It’s companion was slinking up, ready to attack as well but Geralt didn’t need time to recharge. His senses honed in, he felt his pupils dilate to take in the low light coming between the trees and he leapt.

No normal man could have made the leap that sent him over the drowner’s shoulder and onto the shore behind. It hadn’t been the full length of the pond, but rather a diagonal leap that gave him just enough time as the creature spun around. Geralt brought his sword down and cleaved the thing in two.

“Holy shit.”

Geralt looked up, not even breathing hard.

Jaskier was still in his spot on the log. Unlike Geralt, he was breathing hard. There was a flush across the tops of his cheeks, pretty and pink, and his eyes were wide. Even from his spot across the pond Geralt could see the dark pupils and the blue of his irises.

Gerals severed the heads and warned Jaskier that he was removing the brains for his potions. His response was a squeaked ‘okay’.

Damn. Had he scared the lad? He didn’t smell scared. Geralt wasn’t sure what Jaskier did smell like.

He took the brains quickly and packaged them, then slung the heads of the drowner’s from Roach’s saddle.

Thunderbolt, Jaskier’s horse, had been left at the inn. Inaccurately named, the creature, despite his large size, was docile, gentle, and prone to startling.

Geralt dipped his hands in the scummy water and dried them on his pants to at least get off the worst of the gunk.

“Well?” he asked Jaskier.

“Wow,” the man said, stepping closer. “That was quick, too.”

Geralt grunted. “Only two.” He didn’t bother mounting up, leading Jaskier and Roach out of the forest and back towards town.

Jaskier’s heart still sounded like it was going a little fast.

“Frightened?” Geralt asked. The lad smelled like adrenaline and...oh.

“No, just...exhilarated I suppose. I’ve never seen a battle like it.”

Jaskier smelled aroused. Now that Geralt had realized what it was it was all he could smell. The scent clogged his nose and set his brain in a pink, fuzzy cloud. Did Jaskier think...? Would he want..?

Except, of course not. Everyone knew you could get sort of adrenaline high. Plenty of young warriors got a little...stiff after a battle. And being nineteen, Jaskier probably got, got in that situation, with a light breeze.

He was looking up at Geralt like he’d personally hung the moon, though. No one had ever, as long as he could remember, looked at him that way. There is a certain kind of beauty that comes with being kind to someone, Geralt knew. He hadn’t often seen it. Eskel had scars across his face that were frightening even to some other witchers but his friendship and care towards Geralt always blurred those over.

Now, in this fetid, swamp of a forest, Jaskier was developing that special beauty to Geralt as well.

He was loud and talked all the time, even now that he seemed to have regained his wits he was chattering about what he’d write. His voice sounded less harsh in Geralt’s ears, though. Because Jaskier thought Geralt was special, and that made him special in return.

They made it back to the inn, with a brief stop at the alderman’s house, muddy to the knee, although that wasn’t new. Geralt was also somewhat bloodspattered, which was horrible and wasn’t winning him favors with the townsfolk.

“Got a room?” he asked the innkeeper, a bent old man that Geralt could probably lift on one finger. As is the wont of many smart inkeepers, there was a taproom on the first floor of the inn, and he was industriously cleaning mugs.

“One,” the man said. “One room, one bed. No prostitutes, them ladies’ gotta do business elsewhere.”Geralt nodded and handed over the coin.

“Bathouse in town?” he asked. They followed the old inkeeper’s directions to the edge of town, near the river.

“I can’t wait for a good bed,” Jaskier said. “But I think I’m looking forward to this bath even more. I think my dirt has dirt on it, and my hair is disgusting. Yours too, will you let me wash it?”

Geralt wasn’t listening, also looking forward to the bath. He hummed in response.

“I hope it’s hot,” Jaskier continued. “No, hotter than that, I hope it’s boiling. I want to feel like a carrot in a stew pot when I get in.”

“You’d be a turnip,” Geralt said without thinking.

Jaskier sniffed. “And you’d be an onion.”

Geralt almost chuckled at that. The only reason he didn’t was that, at this moment, it was probably almost true. They both smelled pretty ripe. Jaskier had been correct, too, about there being layers to the grime. Geralt could almost peel himself. Like an onion.

“Anyway, I think I’d be something special, like a dash of pepper or, oh! I’d be a tomato.”

That caught Geralt off guard.

“What.”

“A tomato, when they’re cooked just right so they almost burst when you cut into them and the juice explodes all over your mouth.”

Geralt wasn’t going to think about any juices of any kind exploding all over anyone’s mouth. Especially not Jaskier’s mouth, with it’s pink lips and clever, wicked tongue that darted out from time to time to wet them.

“Don’t you think so, Geralt, aren’t I a tomato?”

“Hmmm.”

Jaskier did it again! It was liable to take Geralt’s sanity, the sight of him wetting his chapped lips like that. Maybe if he didn’t speak so much, worse, if he didn’t bite those lips so much, they wouldn’t be so chapped. For some reason Geralt had an insane desire to smear ointment across Jaskier’s lips with his own fingers.

They would feel so soft.

Geralt paid the bath house attendant and they followed directions to a separate area in the low, stone building, where they could strip off and have a sort of sponge bath. This was of course so that they didn’t get dirt and monster guts in the bath, and was done with each in their own little three-walled wooden stall. Geralt had to call for a second bucket of water to get the guts from his hair.

Sufficiently scrubbed, he stepped out into the main baths. Only then did he realize the crucial fault in his plan. They were open plan baths. Jaskier was beside him wearing nothing but a towel. Geralt, likewise in a towel, began to sweat.

He kept his eyes firmly forward and cursed his excellent witchery peripheral vision because he could see...see Jaskier. Dark chest hair, soft and slightly damp. The way a droplet of water trailed from the back of his hair and down his neck, wetting tender skin.

Fuck.

Jaskier walked towards the bath as if nothing was amiss. Of course, nothing was amiss, they were just two traveling companions. Having a bath. For Melitele’s sake they were married, even.

Geralt saw Jaskier’s foot hit a wet patch and the young man’s steps faltered, sliding a little. Geralt caught him with all his witcher speed, feeling Jaskier collide with his chest. Those blue eyes again, and yes, definitely silver in them.

Jaskier was blushing, whether from proximity or steam, Geralt didn’t know. He leaned in. Jaskier’s tongue wet those inviting lips again.

“You missed a spot on your cheek,” Geralt said, drawing back. He hadn’t been sure it wasn’t just a freckle, but it was definitely a bit of dirt. Jaskier sighed.

“Better get in and wash it off, then.”

Why did he sound dissapointed?

Geralt looked away as Jaskier released his towel and slid into the water, doing the same and waiting a second until he was absolutely sure it was safe to look. Jaskier had his head tilted back to rest against the floor, where the bath was sunk into the ground. Geralt sat next to him on the little ledge and let the warmth hit his muscles. It wasn’t boiling as Jaskier had hoped, but it was warm and lovely. The day’s fight hadn’t set any ache into Geralt’s muscles, but the days of sitting tensed up about Jaskier had, and he let them drift away.

Next to him Jaskier hummed contentedly and Geralt couldn’t help but agree. They lingered, not speaking, in the warm baths until they were truly pruny. Geralt neatly had to drag Jaskier out, but couldn’t risk Jaskier becoming too drowsy and drowning.

They toweled off and redressed and were back at the inn in time for supper and for Jaskier to play.

Geralt sat in the back of the small taproom, glowering about at anyone who looked like they might get close. He would have gladly gone up to their room and not bothered but Jaskier was performing. He couldn’t leave the bard there, where anyone could attack him, or ply him with too much alcohol and rob him or worse. Besides, he was curious.

Jaskier was capable, in an odd sort of way that was so far different from what Geralt was used to, but he was good at things. There was nothing he tried that he seemed to be terribly bad at. Geralt wasn’t a good judge of music, but he wanted to see if this applied to performing.

As he’d suspected, it did. Jaskier was masterful. Not only was his music top notch, but all his energy, the liveliness, the live wire electricity of him was directed when he performed. Normally, all that energy seemed to make Jaskier’s thoughts and actions a little disorganized, almost mess. Here, in this dingy little tavern, it made him radiant. Every eye was watching, every gaze enthralled, at least for a short time. If Geralt’s medallion hadn’t lain still on his chest he would have called it magic.

It was incredibly sexy. This was Jaskier in his element, fierce and confident and wearing the doublet Geralt had given him.

That struck a strange little shiver down Geralt’s spine. A piece of Geralt, prancing about, tied to Jaskier. The gift of the wolves of Kaer Morhen shimmered and twisted with his movements, the black pearl buttons catching dim light. Every eye was on Jaskier, some more salaciously than others, but Geralt couldn’t have cared less. He wouldn’t have cared even if someone had kissed Jaskier there and then. Geralt had no claim to Jaskier like that, they were only married in name. But they were married, and somehow Jaskier so proudly wearing that doublet meant more than a kiss ever could.

A little part in the back of Geralt’s brain wondered if he could have a kiss and Jaskier wearing the doublet, but that was silly.

Geralt went out to see Roach briefly when the performance was over. The applause was too much for his ears and his head, but ran back in when he heard the shouts.

Three men had Jaskier against a wall, looking furious, and Jaskier looked angrier than they were.

“Let him go,” Geralt growled, hand going for his sword...which was upstairs in their room.

Fuck.

The men turned to him, all holding knives that were only knives because no one let swords get that jagged.

“Your whore here,” one of them said with a shrug towards Jaskier. “Was telling us all how we shouldn’t talk shit about you witchers.”

“Yeah,” sneared another man with rotten teeth and even more rotten breath. “Got all righteous.” He stepped forward, raising his knife. “Said we ought to be thankful.

Geralt felt his muscles tense, gearing for a fight he really, really didn’t want to have.

“I think we oughta show you our ‘gratitude’,” said the third man.

“Or I can show you the door to the next world,” a voice purred. It was Jaskier.

“What is poking into your kidney, or thereabouts,” the bard continued. “Is a fish knife, I believe. I picked it up off the table. It’s pretty sharp, so I wouldn’t recommend moving very quickly. I would recommend, if you like to keep living, dropping your weapons, all three of you, and just walking away.”

The man’s compatriots looked at Jaskier in confusion. Jaskier pressed the knife in just a hair’s breadth further.

“Do it,” growled the man currently held hostage. Three knives clattered on the floor.

“Very good,” Jaskier purred in a voice that was both menacing and sent electric signals all the way down Geralt’s spine. “I can see you’re the brains of the outfit. Now apologize to my friend.”

“Wha..?”

Jaskier twitched his knife hand. “Apologize. To. My. Friend.”

“I’mverysorrymisterwitcher,” the man said, all in one breath.

“Good, and?”

“And...and thank you for getting rid of the monsters?” said the man, hesitantly. Jaskier let down the knife.

“Scram,” he said. The three toughs fled.

“A fish knife?” Geralt asked, trying not to focus on how spine tinglingly sexy that had been.

Jaskier shrugged. “I don’t keep weapons on me usually. Shall we go to bed?”

Bed turned out to be an overstatement. It was pretty much a cot, and a very slim one at that, but neither of them were going to sleep on the rough floorboards so they squished in together.

Jaskier snuggled up to Geralt with contented little humming noises and laid his head on his chest. In the corner, in the moonlight from the window, Geralt could see the basilisk leather doublet where it lay on Jaskier’s pack. It would be a shame, he thought, wrapping his arms around Jaskier to keep him from tipping entirely out of the narrow bed. To part from his husband in Oxenfurt.

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VI.

[Back to your pov]

After seeing Ryota off you go back home as a sigh leaves your mouth remembering what he mouthed towards you.

‘Okāsan, are we going to ‘pa and ‘ma.?’ Kisara asks you referring to their grandparents.

You let out another sigh as you recall your conversation on the phone with Sakusa a few days ago, saying that you were gonna take the kids to your parents in Tokyo ‘cuz they miss them.

— Flashback —

‘What can I do for you, Sakusa-san?’ You asked him.

‘San? I, hmm.. can we talk about this in person?’

‘Sure. I’m free tomorrow morning, is that okay?’

‘Well.. I’m in Tokyo right now.. I don’t know when i’ll be coming back to Osaka.. but I really need to talk to you about it.’

Not knowing what to say, you stayed silent and he did too.

‘Aish, whatever. I’m just gonna ask you now-‘ he broke the awkward silent and you could hear his anxiousness and frustration by the tone of his voice.

You started being uneasy about this phone call, but you’re not the type of person to not help people when they need some, maybe he had something important to tell you, so you cut him off.

‘Is it important?’ You asked him while he was taking deep breathes.

‘Yes.’ He says as he continues his deep breathes.

‘Look, I’m coming to Tokyo in three days, I’m taking the kids to my parents, however i’ll be staying for a day, maybe we can meet then.’

‘A-alright! That’s perfect! I’ll see you then, thank you!’ He said with a relief tone.

— End of flashback —

You’re now checking if you’ve packed everything the twins need for the next 3 weeks.

‘Okāsan, why can’t you stay with us in Tokyo?’ Kazuhiko asks while he’s pulling down the edge of your t-shirt.

‘I already took a lot of time away from work honey. If i take more time, i’ll get fired. So, promise to behave and have a lot of fun even if Okāsan isn’t there, okay?’

He nods and starts sulking as he walks off to Kisara.

‘Are you guys ready?’ Let’s go.’ You say taking their hands and making your way to take the Shinkansen in the station.

After a few minutes the train set off, the kids are already sleeping. You start looking out the window and can’t help thinking about what Sakusa wanted to talk about.

‘Is it really that important he needs to tell me in person?’ ‘Maybe he wants to apologize properly when he broke up with me.’ ‘What if he’s getting married and wants to invite me?’ ‘I don’t really think that i’m ready to see him settle down.’ ‘Should i just call him back to tell him that i can’t meet him?’ You start murmuring without noticing that Kisara is awake and calling you.

‘Okāsan, who are you talking to?’

‘Huh? No one baby, do you need something?’ You ask her after snapping out from your thoughts.

‘I want to do sport like nii-chan.’ She tells you after getting on your lap.

‘That’s great honey, do you also want to play baske-‘

‘No..’ she cuts you off with a sad tone.

‘What’s wrong honey?’ You cup her cheeks and make her look at you.

‘I know Otōsan and nii-chan play basketball-‘

She starts looking away from you and you wait for her to finish what she wants to say.

‘I like basketball.. but then i saw that cool Ojīsan in black uniform last time.. the way he looks at the ball and smiles at it.. i want to play volleyball, Okāsan.’ She looks at you determined and her eyes start watering.

‘It’s good that you know what you want to do, did you think that i’d be against it?’

She nods.

‘No baby, i’d never force you to do something you don’t want, we’ll look for a cool volleyball club later, okay?’

She nods a lot with a big smile stamped on her face and she hugs you.

A few minutes later, you arrive in Tokyo and you find your parents at the exit of the station and the kids start running towards them.

‘MAAA, PAAA!!’ They shout as they get picked up by them.

You smile at the sight of your happy family.

‘Welcome back home, my princess.’ Your dad hugs you.

‘Dad, I can’t breathe. I-I’m not a kid anymore, please.’ You tell him as he tightens his hug.

‘But you’ll always be a kid for us.’ Your mom denies your statement as she joins your family hug.

‘Let’s go home and play before lunch, i know you’re full of energy.’ She tells the kids with a smile.

‘Actually, i have to meet someone, so go head before me, i’ll see you at home.’

‘Someone? Wait.. Is it “him”?’ Your father intuitively asks you and you nod avoiding his gaze.

‘We actually met him a few days ago, he passed by, i know you guys have a lot to talk about.’ Your mom joins the conversation.

‘What did he do there..?’ You ask puzzled about his actions.

‘He went to the tre-‘ She’s about to tell everything, but she stops herself mid sentence.

‘Nothing! He just passed to greet us. Just go, before you get late at your meeting, don’t make him wait.’ You look at her suspiciously.

Sus. F*cking sus.

After saying bye, you walk towards the taxis and get on one. You tell the driver the address of your meeting place with Sakusa. The taxi passes a few blocks and you arrive at the destination, after getting off the taxi you realize that the café in front of you is the same place where you had some dates with him. After thanking and paying the driver, you make your way inside only to find him already seated in the usual same spot waving at you.

You freeze on your feet, almost having a panic attack, but you encourage yourself not to be nervous and starts walking again towards him. ‘It’s gonna be okay.’ You assure yourself.

‘Good morning, Sakusa-san.’ You greet him with a smile and confidently as you sit.

‘Good morning too, thanks for coming.’

There’s an awkward silence that’s slowly becoming tension that could be cut with a knife.

‘So’ You start to talk to break the silence.

‘Let’s- I’m sorry, go ahead-’ He says at the same time.

‘No no, it’s fine. I also cut you off, I’m sorry.’

He starts giggling that becomes a laugh. That laugh, you never knew how you missed it and without noticing it, you’re laughing along with him.

‘Kiyoomi.’ He says after laughing and you look at him confused.

‘Call me Kiyoomi again, Y/N.’

You start feeling shy, so you just nod as you avoid his gaze.

‘Let’s order something first, okay?’ Again, you just nod at him and take the menu from the waiter.

As your orders have been taken, he starts talking to you again.

‘It’s been so long since we came to this café, do you still remember?’

‘Yeah.. how could I forget about it? This is exactly the place that you covered my face with facemasks before coming in, so that the-‘

‘The other boys wouldn’t look at your face, hahaha’ You start blushing as he laughs and looks into your eyes.

‘You also took my jacket so that-‘ he starts.

‘The girls knew you were already with someone.’ This time you’re the one that finished his sentence and your face turned red as a tomato.

‘Hmm. So, how have you been?’ He asks turning away his face so that you can’t see him blush.

‘I’ve been very busy, but I’m living a happy life. So, you actually became a pro, like as you said back then. That’s nice!’ You tell him with an honest smile.

‘Yeah.. and.. you actually became a mother..’ He says looking straight in your eyes, with a feint sadness in it, but mostly a serious stare.

‘Yeah..’

Just as he’s about to say something, the waiter comes with your orders, you both thank him and start eating. You just keep eating, not even trying to look at him and you can feel that he’s watching you while he eats his pie.

He might not have notice it at first but he’s smart enough to put 2+2 together, by your reaction he probably guessed correctly that he’s related to the twins, but he still wants to hear it from you.

After finishing your coffees, your hand starts trembling and he immediately notices it, so he puts his hand on yours.

‘Hey, it’s okay.. let’s go in a quieter place, alright? Let’s go the park near the bus stop.’

Feeling his touch again makes you really calm, so you decide in your mind ‘It’s time to tell him.’, he needs to know the truth, he can be mad or disappointed but he has the rights to know and it’ll be up to him to believe you or not. You stand up from your seat and start following him after paying the bill.

After a few minutes of walking, you’re now at the park and you both sit on a bench under a cherry blossom.

‘A-actually, I have something to tell you.’ You say without losing time.

‘Me too, but you go first.’

‘Well, it’d be rude of me. You’re the one that invited me to talk. So, you should go first.’ You tell him with a feint smile.

‘It’s a question, actually. I need you to be honest.’

You nod and look at him, you suddenly feel a little breeze.

‘Am I the twins’ father?’ He asks with no hesitation and straight to the point.

Your eyes widened after hearing him, you can’t even utter a single word. ‘How did he come up a with a question like that?’ you ask yourself.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I.. it’s because..’ You look down on the ground and after a few seconds you finally look into his eyes.

‘You didn’t want someone to hold you back, right?’

He’s now the one that stays silent, not being able to utter a word, so you continue.

‘You’d probably think of me as crazy girlfriend if I told you back then, that I was only inventing excuses only to make you stay with me.’

‘I still deserve to know that, they’re my kids.’ He gets up and starts raising his voice a little.

‘For four years I didn’t know their existence, I could’ve been there for them! For you! But you hid them from me! How selfish of you!’

‘Selfish? Me? Who’s the one that broke up with someone just to pursue their career after promising that they’ll be together no matter what happened? It ain’t me. Also, what would’ve happen if told you then? You already decided to break up with me, but knowing about the twins, it would’ve been a responsibility for you. You’d probably just stay because of them, because you’re the father. If that had been the case, then yes. I’d be selfish as much as I want. I don’t want someone to stay because of a responsibility that they can’t take back, I wanted you to stay for me and them, but you choose your career, right? Well, since you’re living your dream, congratulations.’ You also stand up as your blood starts rushing to your head and your eyes starts watering.

‘If you don’t want to be held back, just go and pretend that you never knew about it. I raised them for four years and still can raise them even if i’m alone.’ Your make up is getting messy as your tears keep falling, but you’re serious about raising them alone if he doesn’t want anything to do with you three.

‘I would’ve stayed because I still loved you! I know it was a stupid idea, but the more I stayed with you, the more I get distracted during matches and practices. I was a jerk. I regretted it and still regret it. But! After what happened at the match, I still care about you, it was right there that I knew that I want you back! Now I want to meet and know the twins too.. so please. Can we start all over again and become a family? I know it’s gonna be hard for the kids to understand.. but.. don’t you feel anything for me?’ He tells you as he kneels down in front of you.

‘Feel anything for you? The moment I saw you after four long years, I still had butterflies in my stomach, you baka.’ You say in your head.

‘I don’t know about that yet. You can start being there for the kids, I’m not sure If they’ll see you as their father.. give me some time to think about.. us two.’ You tell him as you drag him to stand up.

‘I understand.. can I see them right now?’ He asks after wiping some tears from his eyes.

You nod and think that it’s also time for the twins to know who their real father is, you hope that they at least acknowledge that he’s their real dad.

You know you love Kiyoomi. You still love him. But not as much as before.. you try to love him more like you used to.. but there’s a feeling that it pains your heart when you try your hardest to give your entire being to him.. you’re getting confused ideas about why you can’t fully commit to it. Ahh, It’s Ryota. Yep, now you remember what he mouthed to you at the airport and what you heard him say that night. For him, you and the kids are his home.

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The one that inspired Kazuhiko to play basketball was Ryota.

The night that Ryota confessed his feelings while you were sleeping, you were actually awake and you also cried.

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hellishhin · 3 years ago

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A Clean Elf is an Unhappy One

Against all better judgement, Sadie could not stop telling the story of how she died. Within a week, everyone who frequented the Stag knew the story. Who believed it, was a significantly different number. Most chalked it up to exaggeration and assumed she was only severely hurt. Magical healing could remove scars, they believed, hence her looking unscathed. It was an enjoyable tale though, for those who were not superstitious of such talk. Each time she told it, it became just a little more embellished and very quickly the leeches were left out. Now she had perished trying to rescue Donar from the blaze and unfortunately he did not make it either. He had left town so quickly after getting his pay that it was believable enough.

As the next week dragged on, Kireen could be found muttering under her breath more often, refusing to repeat what she was saying and waving off any attempt to placate her. Sadie and K’lai’a’la would discuss her unusual behavior when Sadie made her daily walk out to the park where K’lai’a’la had made her bed in one of the trees. No amount of convincing could make the young elf stay indoors. She was safe enough in the park that Sadie quickly gave up and just made efforts to share meals with her. Kireen came at first but the later in the week it got, she stopped showing up.

They could see Ser Calentavar’s manor from their spot in the grass, its fence backed right up to the park. Both she and K’lai’a’la agreed that the debt to Ser Calentavar was probably the reason for her nervousness. Almost on cue, Kireen came stomping through the park waving a roughly opened letter.

“He invited us to a ball!” she cried, probably loud enough for Taerand himself to hear just across the way.

“A ball?!” both Sadie and K’lai’a’la said at the exact same time; Sadie with excitement and K’lai’a’la with confusion.

“A fucking ball. Like we want to dance and socialize with him!” Kireen spat and aggressively tossed the letter in Sadie’s direction. She raised the letter and K’lai’a’la leaned in to look as though she was able to read it. It was nothing special, just a formal invitation for Kireen to attend a ball the following night at Ser Calentavar’s manor.

Sadie looked up at Kireen to say something and she interjected. “Yours are back at the Stag,” which answered Sadie’s unspoken question.

“We need dresses! Kireen do you have a dress? K’lai’a’la do- never mind of course you don’t,” Sadie leapt to her feet, “we are going shopping.”

Sadie planned to wear one of her own dresses and Kireen had a noble’s taste so she wasn’t worried about her. The tricky one would be K’lai’a’la. The girl basically wore more dirt than clothing and now it was Sadie’s job to make her presentable for a ball. The first thing they did was attend the seamstress’ shop. Already K’lai’a’la was nervous being inside but Sadie reassured her, “this will be fun I promise. You can wear a dress that looks like plants.” “I can wear plants?”

Sadie just patted the back of her hand as the seamstress approached.

“Good afternoon, I need a dress for my friend here and we need it before tomorrow night. I know you won’t be able to make anything from scratch so whatever you have that you can modify will work.”

The seamstress nodded, smiling kindly “would you like a specific color, dear?” she asked K’lai’a’la, whose eyes widened at being addressed directly. Sadie gave her hand another squeeze.

“Like the trees,” K’lai’a’la whispered and the seamstress nodded once more. She shuffled through her rows of fabrics and partially sewn dresses then came back with an armful of different shades. K’lai’a’la picked a green dark like shaded grass. When the seamstress went to hold the unfinished dress up to K’lai’a’la to gauge its size, K’lai’a’la stepped back defensively.

“K’lai’a’la please just let her measure you. She won’t hurt you I promise,” Sadie reached up and placed the small of her hand on K’lai’a’la’s back and urged her forward. The seamstress looked at Sadie with the hint of a grimace “how will she do with the pins…”

The whole experience was something K’lai’a’la wishes will never happen to her again. Not only that but once the dress was on and fitted she hated it. It was tight in all the wrong places, and it smelled of dye. Any prey she hunted would be able to smell her from miles away. Her distaste was written plain as day across her delicate features and Sadie just gently encouraged her along the way.

K’lai’a’la was allowed to return to her sleeping tree that night but the following day, Sadie plied K’lai’a’la with a mince pie to return to the Stag. Once K’lai’a’la was in Sadie’s room, Kireen entered and stood in front of the door.

“Ok K’lai’a’la, we have to wash your hair and brush it out. It looks like a bird made a nest there,” Sadie gestured to the warm bath she had Gwen set up in her room. K’lai’a’la glanced between Kireen and Sadie, then at the window contemplatively.

“No. You are getting into the bath,” the edge to Sadie’s tone made K’lai’a’la shrink and comply when Sadie approached and began removing her dirty clothes. She stood naked before the tub and stared down into the water like its depths held monsters untold.

“Come on, get in before it gets cold. Please? For me?” Sadie batted her eyelashes and took K’lai’a’la’s hand who looked down at her with resentment for a moment before she stepped into the tub and promptly stood there as though satisfied she did what was asked of her.

“Ok now sit down,” gently Sadie pulled down on her hand and K’lai’a’la slowly kneeled in the tub. “Good! Let’s get this hair cleaned.” Thinking she had succeeded was Sadie’s first mistake. As soon as the first water from the pitcher hit K’lai’a’la’s head, she burst from the tub, making for the door. Kireen was fast though and had a hold of the elf’s slim shoulders before she could even get a foot out of the tub.

“Get back in there and let her wash your hair,” the dragonborn growled which just made K’lai’a’la panic even more. It took all of Kireen’s knowledge of grappling to keep the wet elf inside the tub and all of Sadie’s experience with tangles of hair to get her washed to anything resembling the societal standard of normalcy.

By the time they were finished, K’lai’a’la’s hair was straight and brushed for the first time in perhaps her entire life. There was not a leaf or twig to be found and she smelled of roses and lavender. The thought was enough to make K’lai’a’la sick but she was tired of fighting. Water covered the floor of Sadie’s room soaking her rug but they did it. K’lai’a’la was cleaned. Luckily for them, she was also exhausted and dressing her was less of a pain than they expected. When they finished, a surprisingly beautiful, delicate wood elf stood before them. Her ash-brown hair framed her light features and high cheekbones. Her kohl-lined, silvery-green eyes looked at them pathetically and her sleek painted lips had a delicate pout to them. Sadie had to admit to herself that her sun-kissed skin and the lines of her collarbones and slight cleavage turned her into quite the attractive specimen.

“You look really pretty K’lai’a’la. Not that you didn’t look pretty before, you just look different now in a good way,” Sadie beamed. Even Kireen nodded her agreement.

“I feel like cow, can’t fight. Can’t run. No knife even.”

They had to take her weapons as she could not attend the ball with them. That was a fight all its own.

“You won’t need a knife. This is a place with dancing and food and music. Music I don’t have to play! So when we get there just be calm and eat some food. We’ll be right there with you,” Sadie looked up at Kireen to get her to chime in but she just nodded. Both of her friends were in a mood which would make it difficult to enjoy herself. She sighed heavily “fine, let’s just go and get this over with.”

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haileyyanneupton · 4 years ago

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❄ small - one chicago au ❄

Hailey Upton and Adam Ruzek have been friends for as long as they can remember. When Hailey leaves her prestigious private school to be with Adam in her junior year, she’s introduced to a new group of people who feel strangely like home.

pairings

jay halstead x hailey upton adam ruzek x kim burgess kevin atwater x vanessa rojas kelly severide x stella kidd

masterlist | series masterlist

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❄ one ❄

Hailey let out a loud huff as she hung upside down off of Adam’s bed one afternoon. She had been at her new school for two weeks and so far, she had spent one lunchtime locked inside a toilet cubicle, two in an empty classroom, three wandering the halls with a sandwich in hand and the rest in the janitors closet. She had attempted to talk to some people in her biology class but when they had ditched her in the hall, she had been too embarrassed to search for Adam and ask if she could sit with him. In the end he had managed to find out anyway — Hailey wasn’t very good at lying to Adam — leaving him to insist that she meet his friends.

“Are you sure they’re not going to mind, Adam?” Hailey asked nervously, her hair strewn across the ground of his bedroom floor. “They seem really tight knit and —“

“You need to stress less, man,” Adam chuckled, glancing down that the girl from the head. “You also should probably sit up before all the blood rushes to your head.”

“But hanging like a bat is fun.”

“So is being conscious.”

Hailey sighed loudly as she pushed her legs off of Adam’s bed and instead starfished out on the ground. She was nervous, but covered well — if she wanted to make Adam’s friends to like her, she was going to have to. Adam had always spoken highly of them, making Hailey worry that maybe they were too good for her. After all, she was just Hailey Upton. Plain old boring Hailey Upton. A knock sounded at Adam’s door as his mother pushed it open far enough for her to poke her head through, a warm smile on her face as she looked between Adam and Hailey.

“Are you two hungry?” Pamela asked gently, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “I can fix something for you both if you want a snack or something.”

Hailey looked to Adam who shrugged, his eyes tearing away from the textbook he had been pretending to read for the last hour. “I mean if you’re making something, I don’t think we’d be opposed.”

“Well what do you want?” Pamela had an amused smirk on her face as she tutted playfully at her son for a moment. “Hailey?”

“A hash brown.”

Pamela chuckled, nodding her head up and down. “Hash browns. I can do hash browns. What about dinner? What do you both want for dinner? I’m in a good mood today, so I may be inclined to make you whatever you want.”

“Actually — I can’t stay for dinner tonight, Pam,” Hailey interjected with yet another sigh. “I promised my mom I’d help her this apple pie that she’s found the recipe for. She’s really excited about it — it’s kind of adorable.”

Pamela smiled, though Hailey could see the fondness mixed in with worry in her eyes. They didn’t address it — they never addressed it — it was more of an unspoken fact at this point. In their neighbourhood, when things happened everybody locked their doors so that they could have plausible deniability — nobody wanted to get involved directly. Adam’s family had been the first ones to ever offer up a place of solace for Hailey, who was now the only child left at home after her brothers had left for college or to go and work — the first ones to ever actually acknowledge that something was going on. Hailey didn’t know if it was because Bob was a police officer or if it was because they were nice people breaking away from the sense of conformity that had been forced upon everybody on the street, but either way she didn’t mind. She liked it at Adam’s house. Hence why she spent most of her time there. Hell, she even had a key hanging off of her keychain for the Ruzek’s residence — she was family.

As Adam’s mother went off to put on some of the frozen hash browns she had in the oven, Hailey pushed herself back up and off of the floor and made her way back up onto Adam’s bed as she picked up her math textbook and stared down at the problems on her page. They were just that — problems — problems that Hailey wanted to set on fire so that she didn’t have to deal with them. Unfortunately for her however, she had been informed by her mother earlier that week that apparently that wasn’t how pre-calculus worked.

“Sometimes this stuff makes so much sense, and other times I feel like this sigma guy is going to try and eat me,” Hailey huffed angrily as she skimmed over the page and answered the very few problems she knew how to do. “Look! See? Doesn’t he look like he’s going to jump out of the page and try to swallow me whole?“

Adam chuckled at Hailey. “You’re doing better than me, at least. I’ve been staring at these chemical equations for days and if I don’t get them done tonight, Mr Ramirez is going to kick my ass. All I’m seeing is a bunch of letters — they mean nothin’ to me.”

“Let me see.” Hailey peered over at the boy’s book, using her finger to scan over the words. “Those are easy. Give ‘em here, I’ll do them.”

“You’re the best, Hailey.”

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The next day back at school, Hailey waited anxiously out the front of her English classroom for Adam to come and find her and bring her to his friends. She drummed her fingers against her thigh as she looked around for the boy, about to chicken out and retreat to the janitor’s closet for yet another lunchtime when she saw the face of her best friend walking alongside a brunette girl. Hailey vaguely recognised her but couldn’t seem to put a name to the face, waving a hand politely in their direction as she pushed herself off of the wall. “Hailey, this is Kim. Kim, this is Hailey.”

Kim grinned widely, waving hello to the blonde. “Hi! Sorry it took us so long to get here — Adam got himself locked in the lab and I had to come and rescue the idiot.”

“Of course he did.” A small smile of amusement came onto Hailey’s lips as she rolled her eyes playfully. “Where — uhm — where are the others?”

“They’re waiting in the art room,” Adam answered, putting an arm around Hailey as they began to walk, the man squeezing her into him comfortingly. “Quit being so nervous.”

“Wow, Adam. I’m cured.” Hailey quipped back monotonously. “Thank you so much.”

Adam smiled back at Hailey with an over-enthusiastically proud smile as Kim snickered from the other side of the man.

“I like you already, Hailey.”

As the three of them walked into the art room, closing the door behind them, Hailey was faced with a group of people all staring over at her. She instinctively moved a little bit closer to Adam as her heart skipped a beat, the girl clutching her books to her chest as she forced a smile. They seemed nice — they seemed really nice — would that mean that they wouldn’t like her because she didn’t always come across the same way? They seemed really close too, which worried Hailey. She wasn’t the type to gossip and she for sure wasn’t ever going to be able to have people over at her house in the situation that they’d want to hang out there. What would she tell them if they asked to have a study date at her house? Would any of them—

“Hailey,” Adam hummed in the girl’s ear as she snapped out of her oncoming vortex of overthinking. “I promise they won’t bite.”

Adam gave the girl an encouraging smile as she stepped further into the room, following Kim who naturally fell into place between another boy and an empty spot that Adam soon filled.

“Guys, this is Hailey,” Adam introduced lightly as she found a spot on top of one of the tables, her books being placed down behind her as she smiled shyly. “She’s got this crazy idea that you guys aren’t going to want her around.”

Kim gasped dramatically. “What? No! The more the merrier, girl!”

Hailey’s smile remained but her gaze dropped to her hands which were sitting in her lap as she tried to make herself seem less rigid. It had been so long since she had really tried with anybody that she had forgotten how to, the prospect overwhelming her just a little bit. She was used to accepting that things usually didn’t work out — she really didn’t want to get her hopes up.

“This is Kevin,” Adam pointed to the boy beside him as he gave a friendly nod. “You know Kim. Then there’s Jay, Kelly, Vanessa and Stella.”

Hailey noticed that she was beside Vanessa who held a hand up for a high-five which she happily returned, her smile widening just a bit further. On her other side was a dark haired boy with green eyes that were impossible to miss, the colour of his shirt only bringing them out more — she was pretty sure she had caught his name as Jay.

“I gotta go wash my hands in the bathroom,” Stella announced suddenly, looking at Vanessa and Kim who immediately stood up. “You wanna come with us, Hailey?”

Hailey nodded gently, she too rising to her feet as she glanced back at the textbooks she had placed on the table. “Yeah, sure. Um — Adam, can you —“

“Don’t worry.” Jay placed a hand on the books, nodding once in the girl’s direction. “I’ll watch ‘em for you.”

Hailey smiled gratefully at the boy before following the other three girls out of the art room and down the hall to where the bathrooms were. To her surprise, they were relatively empty — that was almost unheard of — with just the few freshman walking out after touching up their lip gloss.

“Ugh,” Stella groaned as she turned the water on and ran her hands beneath it. “Man, I love Hot Cheetos but they stain my fingers so badly.”

Kim chuckled lightly at the girl as she made some witty remark that earned another groan out of Stella while Hailey and Vanessa leaned up against the wall. Hailey had a leg propped up as she pulled her phone from her pocket, searching for something to do so that she didn’t feel so — uneasy.

The feeling of someone kicking her foot lightly bought her attention back to the girl standing beside her. She had a warm smile on her face as she looked up at Hailey with a knowing look, her arms folded loosely together.

“I get it, you know,” Vanessa started, causing Hailey’s eyebrows to knit together curiously. “I’ve been the new kid before. Twenty four times to be exact.”

Hailey’s eyes widened in shock. “Twenty four times?”

“Yeah,” Vanessa nodded with a light chuckle — it was obvious to Hailey that she had expected that reaction. “I’m a foster kid. Been in so many different homes at this point that I’ve lost count.”

“That’s rough,” Hailey’s voice was light and sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”

“Nah, don’t be. It’s alright. I just mean — you don’t have to be so nervous with us.”

Hailey shot the girl a smile as she settled slightly, feeling better about the whole situation now that she had connected with Vanessa. By the time they had gotten back to the art room, the boys were throwing skittles across the room and trying to catch them in their mouths like idiots.

Hailey resumed her position beside Jay once again, snorting lightly to herself as Adam nearly ran into a table after tripping over his own feet. When a skittle was thrown in Jay’s direction, he missed catching it in his mouth but instead managed to catch it against his chest with his hand, grinning as he turned it over.

“Green,” Hailey observed, her lips curled upwards. “My favourite.”

A certain sparkle could be seen in Jay’s eye as he held the skittle up by Hailey’s mouth, chuckling as the burst of flavour bought a beam to the girl’s features. As the rest of their lunch break came and went, Hailey felt much more at ease. For the first time in years, she finally had someone else she would be able to smile at in the halls — someone to say hello to in class. Even though she had only known them for an hour, she could tell she wanted to stick around. Besides — she could see how happy Adam was having all of his friends in one place.

Maybe it was about time things started getting better for Hailey after all.

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ffixaticns · 4 years ago

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* jessica alexander, ciswoman + she/her | you know scout rothschild, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a year? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to invitation by ashnikko like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole born with a silver spoon in her foul mouth, hiding bruised knuckles under fingerless gloves, tireless nights spent dancing on pointe until her toes bleed & her ankles feel so brittle they could snap thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december 2nd, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

HEYO !! i’m gray & this is my babe scout ; first time playing her as jessica but !! i love her and she rly fits her vibe well i think. let’s cross our fingers together that i don’t make this intro too long okay .. yknow what let’s just hold hands. bc it probably will be for no reason bc i ramble too much haha ANYWAYS ... here we go

TW: drugs, abuse / neglect, eating disorder

born and raised in nyc ... v rich , v spoiled. her mother was a prima ballerina when she fell for one of her choreographers , and of course they were stupid and reckless so it wasn’t too long until scout came along. her mom was PISSED bc it nearly ended her career, but she was determined. two weeks after having her, she was working her ass off to lose the little baby weight she’d gained ( she was tiny af to begin with so she didn’t get v big ) she didn’t breast feed bc she didn’t want her boobs to be swollen for the next year lmao

so she was pretty much raised by a nanny !! until she was old enough to go to the studio with her parents. she loved watching them dance. it wasn’t long after her first steps before she started following in their footsteps. still, when her parents had to do a tour or various shows in a row, she would be at home with the nanny.

as soon as she was old enough, she was enrolled into ballet classes. she loved it and thought she was doing well, but her mother wasn’t quite so impressed with the training she was receiving. it wasn’t easy for her, but she decided it was time to hang her ballet shoes up and start on a new venture -- so she bought the school that scout was going to, so that she could make sure that she was getting the BEST possible training. from then on, she was pushed every day to reach her ‘full potential’.

she was always at the top of her class, she made sure of it. she wanted more than anything to make her mother proud. she never told her that she was, but by the time she was ten years old she knew what pride looked like on her mother’s face. that was good enough for her.

her parents often fought about how hard she pushed their daughter, her father disagreeing with a lot of things, arguing that she needed to start doing normal childhood things instead of focusing every waking moment on dancing. he never won -- scout refused to be a ‘normal’ child. all she wanted to do was dance. this went on well into her teenage years, always striving to be the best of the best. just like her mother was. she did whatever she had to do to stay on top, whether it be putting laxatives in her competition’s water bottle on audition day or not eating for a few days at a time to lose a few pounds. her mother didn’t bat an eye. she’d been through the same thing, for her it seemed completely normal and unproblematic. in fact, she would encourage it at times.

her relationship with her mother, as well as her relationship with dancing, was an extremely unhealthy one. the only person who could reasonably see it was her father. which is why at 21, he decided that he’d had enough and would send her away to a small town, somewhere that she could take a break from dancing and maybe find herself outside of that world. little did he know, sending her to irving would do just the opposite, as one of scout’s ballet idols now resided there ( @ambitcxious ). she was still pissed about being sent away, but at least it wouldn’t be the WORST thing in the world...

SO FAST FORWARD ; she’s been in irving for a year, and surprise, she’s still dancing ! now as addie’s little protégé, she couldn’t be happier. there’s still pressure on her to be the best she can be, but at least it’s not her mother. she’s actually able to let loose in her free time, unlike back home when she was restricted from doing anything that might distract her.

since being here, she’s probably had first times for ... so many things. ( ie getting drunk, getting high, eating whatever she wants, going out with friends, uhhhh ... sex lmao )

sooo ya girl has a LOT of pent up aggression ... especially when she first got here. one night she was at the bar and got into a fuckin’ BRAWL with some bitch & let’s just say there was no competition... after she was thrown tf out, someone approached her about joining a little underground fighting ring. told her she’d be perfect for it ... and who was she to disagree ? she’s perfect for most things, after all ~ ( potential WC ?! )

her parents send her money every 2 weeks, but still encouraged her to get a job to be more ~ independent ~ and they only send her enough really for essentials ... she gets paid to fight as long as she wins, but her cover for her parents is that she got a job at cutie pie’s diner :) sounds quite nice, keeps them from being suspicious when they call her for updates !

( tw: drugs/alcohol ) loves to get drunk and smoke weed preferably at the same time ,, dabbles with some ecstasy n molly when she feels like really letting go .. tends to stay away from coke for the most part ? she’s already kind of high strung so she doesn’t like the way it makes her feel

obviously likes to try new things !! like .. pretty much anyone could go up to her n be like ‘yo u wanna go do this?’ she’d be like ??? hell yea let’s go

will absolutely start a fight for no god damn reason ...

chaotic bisexual

THERES MORE BUT MY BRAIN IS MELTING SO IM ENDING IT

please feel free to slide into these DMs if you want to plot or like this and i’ll slide into urs either here or on disco !!

#irvingintro

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angcrmanagcmcnt-moved · 3 years ago

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He's taping a piece of paper to her back when she's not looking

"Please give affirmations at least once a day. Forgets to eat, so please remind. 3 meals a day required, snacks encouraged.

Likes to avoid sleeping. Please make sure she's in bed no later than 10pm. Wakes up at odd and unholy hours, needs as much sleep as possible.

Likes to push herself to encourage naps as much as possible, certified people allowed to give cuddles. If you're not on the list of certified people, don't fucking try I'll break you.

Take to spend time with, and confirm you will love no matter what.

DO NOT SAY SHIT YOU DON'T MEAN.

Please make sure is safe, happy and healthy 100% of the time. If not happy, please assure that it's okay and she's still loved.

YOU HURT HER, I HURT YOU.

Love,

Big Brother."

And he's gone before she even has a chance to notice.

How To Care For the Irritable. | No Longer Accepting.

Anger doesn’t notice it’s there until she’s sat on the floor playing with Tabitha and the cat suddenly moves behind her and bats at something. There’s the distinct sound of paper being smacked at and, rather confused, she stands so Tabby can’t damage whatever’s been put on her back.

It takes a couple tries and a bit of pain, but eventually the paper is no longer taped to her shirt and instead in her hands. Eyes scroll up and down the page; she recognizes this handwriting. Part of her expected it to be a ‘kick me’ sign from one of the Nonnies, another wonders why it’s so long.

A hand reaches to pet the cat as the homunculus sits down on the couch, tilting her head as she begins to read.

A smile forms, soon enough, as she gets further down the page.

And then the Irritable is carefully folding up and then tucking the paper into her pocket. She’d put it in her bag later, but for now...

Maybe she’d be able to ask about making a pie for when Ed got back.

#don't think just run.{ic.}#v|melody composed of everything forsaken.{gcldenchild|alchemicelric|flameleads}#follow me home; where the lonely ones roam.{Edward ; alchemic-elric.}#new voices.{asks.}#alchemic-elric #tw long post

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gloriousxdarkness · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

1. what does your muse smell like ?

“Evergreen, and blood, and the air before a storm.”

“That cemetery bouquet. Like sweet poison…“

she smells earthy and floral, and if you’re close enough (Or have hyper-senses) there’s a lingering, coppery hint of blood. the average person might think the metallic smell is coming from her jewelry, if they notice at all, or subconsciously perceive it and think danger. If she’s been running around she’ll smell like sweat and grime of whatever city she’s in. As for her chosen scents, I rather like Wild Poppy by NEST for her (ty @thatslayer) which is clean and has a “cloudy-day” kind of feel. But as Elektra is not married to one liquor, or car, or city, I imagine she is not married to a single perfume, either.

In college she may have played with scents as a way of teasing Matt, or gone without if they bothered him. She likes the way a person naturally smells, anyway.

2. what do your muse’s hands feel like ?

It hurts when one cracks across your face, lol.

Elektra normally wears gloves when she’s out and about, and she has a particular high sense of physical care for herself. She doesn’t really have a job, so in the daytime it’s easy enough to spend some time and money on private doctors, expensive creams, etc. which helps her stay camouflaged in high society.

Given all that, I’d say her hands feel unexpectedly rough, for how she appears. They are callused from constant use— swordwielding on the reg, grip strength for parkour— and there are marks/shadowing from bloodying her knuckles all her life. She’s scarred her palms from a katana digging into them, specifically. But she rarely touches someone non-violently for them to find out.

3. what does your muse usually eat in a day ?

Elektra doesn’t cook. If she ever does, you can serve it to your enemies. She drinks coffee but not to excess, probably drinks more tea for the calming effect and lower caffeine levels. She probably eats several light meals throughout the day, more of a snacker than a sit down to a meal kinda person. It keeps her energy up while not feeling too heavy. Fighting makes her hungry, though, so she’ll chow down after that. She orders expensive takeout and pre-made meals. She’s indulgent, too, and not especially picky. She’ll munch on special baby pickles and caviar or diner food and cheap coffee with equal appreciation, loves pie, and her favorite snack is knife cheese.

4. does your muse have a good singing voice ?

her voice is quite pleasant to listen to. like warm oil when she’s pleased, and her accent tends to soften even the sharper things she says. there’s no point of reference for her singing voice in the show, though there’s a little bit in the comics— I imagine she can carry a tune but her talents lie elsewhere.

5. does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks ?

depends what you call a bad habit. In conversation, her tendency to withdraw into silence can kill. I think she drinks more when she’s uncomfortable with what she’s doing, but committed to doing it anyway. Oh, and yeah, she has a little bad habit of flagrantly breaking the law for fun. She doesn’t kill for fun, even if she sometimes has fun doing it, but she’ll do any number of other crimes for sheer kicks. Stealing cars and breaking & entering being top favorites. Adrenaline chaser. She can be controlling, doling out information as-needed (or as pressed, which I encourage). It’s in part for fun and in part so the other person can’t tell her no. She usually needs someone to tell her no. She isn’t especially trustworthy, because while you can ask her to play by your rules, even if she agrees she will ultimately do whatever she thinks she needs to later, even at the cost of damaging a relationship. While she’s socially graceful in public, she is awful at maintaining relationships and making friends. She is best at being ‘work partners.’

Nervous ticks— she’s in pretty good control of herself, but sometimes she rolls her thumb over her fingers, kinda toys with her hands, avoids your eyes/face, gets unnaturally still and you get the sense she’s holding back. Out on missions she can get panicky and antsy when things aren’t going right. She has this ‘close to death isnt this exciting im not scared’ laugh/smile thing too going on. She would be shaking and trying to keep hold of herself, not show her fear. Resurrecting stripped her of a lot of human-ness, but over time I believe it would come back, to a degree. The longer it’s been since she died, the better.

6. what does your muse usually look like / wear ?

Elektra almost always looks put together. For her “professional/fancy life” - skirt or dress and heels. She favors high necklines, soft blouses, and flatters her legs. She likes leather, gold jewelry, reds and blacks. Elektra has money and you can tell, all her clothes are tailored to her and the material looks expensive and pleasant on the skin, in that ‘dry clean only’ steamed and pressed kind of way. It’s old money— style over flash. Her hair is normally long, straight and often up in a ponytail.

Her wealth is part of a mirage, though— she’s actually not that picky about any of it. She just can have it, so she does. She’ll sleep in the shorts and a tank she just fought in no problem. If she’s not in ‘fancy’ mode she wears jeans, sweaters, button ups.

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

it depends. Elektra is shown to be quite affectionate with Matt and to a point, with Stick. As much as he allowed her to be. She loves to reach for her partner, hold hands, touch their cheek, forehead press, and it means so much to her to receive the same. A romantic partner gets her affection more readily than a friend. Outside of romance, she adores getting a friend’s love ‘forced’ upon her, even if she’s kind of uncomfortable giving it, because it shows how she feels, especially around others. If she’s holding onto you or touching you, she feels very close to you.

I think she’s affectionate in other ways, though. Like she’s such a doer that she’d see a loved one has a problem or discomfort and just... fix it. Or try. Matt loves her silk sheets? Now he has some. You need money? Okay here. Having trouble with that stubborn witness? I’ll go intimidate him! for you! It’s not always the right response, but if she has the means to ‘help’, she usually will. Like Matt doesn’t take care of himself or let himself indulge and she would just... do what he’s not doing for himself, or make him do it, and kind of... take the blame, in that sense? It’s not his fault he can’t martyr himself if she’s forcing him to take this money or enjoy this essential oil bubble bath and massage. “Wear this beautiful overpriced suit for me, I’m the one who has to look at you.” Andd keep it. That kind of thing.

8. what position does your muse sleep in ?

Usually curled up on her side. She moves around a little in the night and sometimes ends up on her back.

9. could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room ?

Not if she’s trying to be quiet. Elektra can move and fight in total silence. She walked out on Matt in heels and he didn’t even hear her. NINJA.

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#dash games;#headcanons;#( ghost who walks as a woman. // ABOUT )#long post for ts;

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arknights-imagines · 5 years ago

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The Sankta Sniper Trio reacting and dealing with having feelings for the Doctor

Headcanon/note format; From the perspective of the Operators

Contains: Gender neutral Doctor, Executor, Exusiai and Adnachiel

Word count: 3k in total

And so the imagines begin! I wanted to start off small, so please enjoy~

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Executor

･ The man may seem emotionless, but he was definitely not unfeeling.

･ With that being said, Executor has trouble with emotions, so chances are he won't even really understand why he's feeling the way he is. That doesn't stop it from showing, though.

･ It would be hard to spot if you're not looking for it, but the Sankta slowly starts to be seen with the Doctor more.

･ He made an extra effort to interact with the Doctor more on the daily. He'd greet the Doctor in the hallway, approach them about battle formations or mission plans, or even stops to ask them how they are occasionally.

･ Executor started getting into the habit of having the Doctor in the corner of his eye at all times. The Doctor was his boss, so their well-being mattered. The Sankta was cold, but he was a lot kinder than he stated he was.

･ If someone had to enter the Doctors' office while they're busy, they'd have to get approval from him first. If the Doctor looked tired, he'd encourage them to rest. If they were working on something important, he made himself free to help them.

･ Vermeil was the first to notice something going on with him, especially when his attention snaps to the Doctor if they happen to be nearby during their training sessions. She was a bit hesitant about it, but because no one else would, she eventually brought it up.

･ "...do you have a thing for the Doctor?"

･ Executor doesn't get what she's saying at first; it's clear by the lift of his brow when he looks at her.

･ "I'm afraid I do not understand what you mean by that."

･ After a string of huffs from Vermeil, she elaborated,

･ "Hmph. Do you, you know, like them? You have any feelings for them?"

･ Executor was quiet for a moment, pausing for longer than usual. Though, all he gave in reply was another question.

･ "That is a good question."

･ Factually speaking, it would be a likely possibility, he concluded. He wasn't good at understanding emotions, but the Sankta knew that what he was feeling was more than just respect for the Doctor.

･ Executor thought about it more after that - it wouldn't be that he didn't understand, it would more so be that he wouldn't know how to act on it - if he acted on it at all. So, he didn't; He just kept being at their side, ready when they needed him.

･ Vermeil approached him again about it some other day.

･ "So...did you tell them yet?"

"Tell who what?"

"The Doctor, that you like them."

･ He didn't argue with Vermeil claiming he didn't harbour some kind of feelings toward the Doctor, so he shook his head and told her 'no'. Executor wasn't that great at reading people, but judging by Vermeil's exasperated expression following his reply, he couldn't go on ignoring his feelings forever.

･ It would take time for him to take any action. The Doctor was supposed to just be the one he answered to; His promise to them was to complete any task assigned to him, and that was what was expected of him. Bringing emotion into missions would only complicate them. But with that said, they were kind to him, they didn't treat him like he was abnormal or otherwise. Executor couldn't just brush off the way they made him feel.

･ So, after what felt like centuries, he finally took his chance.

･ The Doctor would be alone with him in their office or on the deck, both of them in conversation. He'd stray from whatever topic they were discussing, and with his heart beating a little faster than usual, Executor spoke.

･ "I do not enjoy interacting with others because they do not understand me and I do not understand them. But, with you, Doctor, I look forward to our interactions every day. Talking with you is very interesting. I'm grateful that you do not treat me differently for the way I live."

･ The Doctor smiled, but before they could get a word in, Executor spoke again.

･ "With that being said, I'd very much enjoy having lunch or dinner with you any day you're free."

･ When he noticed Doctors' face of surprise, a small wave of anxiety came over him, and it was something he wasn't used to. Though, when they stepped closer and nodded at him with a grin, any worries he had were gone in an instant. The feeling that came over him is odd - a warmth in his chest he wasn't quite used to.

･ "I'd love that, Executor. How does tomorrow evening sound?"

･ The Sankta took a second to answer, but when he did, his words were accompanied with the smallest of smiles.

･ "I have no objections. Thank you, Doctor."

Exusiai

･ It would be hard to notice with Exusiai

･ She probably wouldn't even think too much of it, and would just think of it as admiration; Until Texas speaks up after she catches Exusiai staring at the Doctor.

･ "Do you like them?"

･ The redhead was a little surprised at Texas' straightforwardness, but it made her ponder a little.

･ "Whatta you mean? As in like like them?"

･ Texas would just stare at her a little before going back to moving cargo. "Yeah. I was asking if you have feelings for them. You don't have to answer, it's fine."

･ As curt as usual, The Lupo didn't Exusiai much time to answer, and so the redhead was left thinking about it. She did want to protect and be with the Doctor as much as possible, but could it really be a crush?

･ After that, the Doctor started occupying her mind even more.

･ She used whatever free time she had to chat with them, and while she didn't have the best attention span, when it came to the Doctor, listened intently no matter the topic. The Sankta actively tried to get the Doctor to relax with her, being as upbeat as always.

･ "Leader! Are you busy? Let's go get something to eat!! I'll buy~!"

･ "Working all the time isn't good for you, you know! Come on, let's go out and do something!!"

･ Exusiai would insist on buying the Doctor gifts and treating them out to food or even a cup of coffee whenever she can.

･ It didn't take long everyone at Penguin Logistics to pick up on the fact that something was different. Texas wouldn't say much by Croissant and Sora would pitch in lightheartedly, "You've been spoilin' the Doctor a lot, huh Exusiai?" Sora would giggle a bit at Croissants statement, "Yeah! It's almost like you have a crush on them!!"

･ Sora meant it as a joke, but the more they thought about it, the more they realized that was exactly what was going on.

･ "Wait, wait! Do you have a crush on the Doctor?"

･Exusiai was pretty open with it, though in reality she's having a little trouble figuring out what her feelings are, "A crush? Like a thing? I don't know about that, but I'd protect them until the end of the world!"

･ Her reply was a little vague, but Sora and Croissant caught on regardless. With that, they made it their mini goal to get Exusiai to ask the Doctor out.

･ "What if you wrote a song and senrade them? That would be fun!"

"Yer kidding - Exusiai doin' karaoke for the Doctor?"

"What? You don't think it's a good idea, Croissant?"

･ Exusiai decided to jump into the discussion, still being laid back about the situation.

･ "I think the best date would be a party with apple pie!!"

･ Sora would huff a bit, "Come on Exusiai, don't be evasive!! How are you gonna tell them?" Croissant added in, "Yer not going to keep it a secret forever, are ye?"

･ Judging by their tones, The Sankta knew that they expected a true, solid answer, but she couldn't give that to them; It wasn't in her nature to get so serious, and if she was honest, she didn't have a plan to tell the Doctor her feelings.

･ "Aw, thanks for looking out for me, but I think I should figure this sort of thing out on my own, right?"

･ And so, that's exactly what she does.

･ Exusiai wasn't one to stress out about things, and this time wouldn't be different. Still, she would be against acting impulsively in such a case.

･ What she did know is that she felt for the Doctor outside of her work for them, and she saw them as more than a boss, and even more than a friend.

･ For awhile, the redhead didn't act on it. She just kept hanging around the Doctor as always, wanting to spend the most time with them. Plus, it wouldn't be right to get involved with someone who was her boss, she told herself.

･ When the Doctor spent time with her, Exusiai enjoyed seeing them happy and away from work. It wasn't often they got moments without war when fighting against the Reunion. She was just happy to be able to see them relax - she truly didn't need any more than that. Why act on her feelings and risk making the Doctor uncomfortable?

･ Though, one afternoon, Texas stopped Exusiai in the hallway a little suddenly.

･ "Are you going to their office?"

･ Exusiai nodded joyfully, "Yep! I wanna go see if they're done their work so we can do something!"

･ Texas had stared at her for a few seconds, before placing one of her chocolate coated sticks in between her lips, returning to walking down the hall after saying one last thing; "You should tell them. Worst case scenario, they don't return your feelings."

･ Just like the first time, Exusiai was left to think for a little while. Though, one she was done, she walked to the Doctor's office with a new spark in her eyes.

･ "Yo, Leader! Are you there? Don't tell me you're still working~"

･ Exusiai seemed to glow once in the Doctors presence, especially when they invited her in with a grin.

･ "I'm sorry Exusiai, I can't go anywhere with you right now. Amiya gave me some paperwork to handle." The Doctor informed her apologetically, causing a small pout to form on her face.

･ "Aw, that's okay. I can totally wait for you!" She took a seat, seeming a little jittery, "But hey, leader, I was thinking."

･ Her tone was a little softer than usual, and it caused the Doctor to turn to her with rapt attention, awaiting her words carefully.

･ "You know - you're a very important person to me! I'll never ever forget you!" A beaming grin was on her lips, "So I was kind of wondering if you'd wanna go and do something special when you're not busy. You know, just the two of us! That would be cool, right?"

･ The Doctor blinked for a moment, but a grin almost as wide as Exusiai's came on their own face.

･ "Yes, that would be cool! If that's something you want to do, then let's do it Exusiai!!"

･ Exusiai lit up so much she could've rivaled the sun, "Okay~! Just me, you, and a lot of fun, leader!!" The Sankta grinned, one of the most widest smiles the Doctor had seen. "Ehehe, I can't wait!!"

Adnachiel

･ Adnachiel recognized his feelings when they arose, but he felt like acting on them had too many bad outcomes, and so, he tried his best to keep quiet about it. The Sankta told himself that a small crush wasn't a good enough reason to stir up unnecessary tension.

･ Unfortunately, he wasn't the best at hiding it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but light up whenever the Doctor asked him for his assistance with fixing or repairing something, nor could he hide his enthusiasm while doing whatever task they had given him.

･ The Sankta seemed to be practically glowing when around the Doctor, smiling and giving them his rapt attention.

･ On occasion, he would even take time to walk the Doctor though every step of the repair if they had the time. This was more tedious of course, but the time Adnachiel spent talking with seemed to fill him with a bright attitude. On top of that, the Sankta seemed even happier when the Doctor expressed interest in his words and actions during repairs.

･ It didn't take long for his teammates to notice his happy, beaming behaviour around the Doctor.

･ Steward spoke up first, "Adnachiel seems very radiant when around the Doctor." With his statement came others from his teammates, all in agreement. Ansel's voice came next, "Hm. I suppose you're right. He does seem a lot more energetic around them." Then, cutting through their calm observations was Cardigans high-pitched excited voice, "You don't think- He has a crush on the Doctor?!" The girls' energy filled question was followed by an excited yell, but before she could start bouncing off the walls, Melantha cut in quietly, "Uhm, Merry, calm down. It's not good to yell so late at night."

･ However, Steward and Ansel were interested in such a possibility.

"A crush..? That would explain a lot, what do you think Steward?"

"Adnachiel does admire the Doctor very much. It's hard to tell, but I think he could have feelings for them."

･ Just as Cardigan was spewing out ideas on how to get Adnachiel and the Doctor together like rapid fire, the Sankta himself walked in.

･ In an instant, he was hit with excited yells from Cardigan that soon mixed with the pleads of her teammates asking her to calm down. Despite the voices bouncing off the walls and melding together, Adnachiel was able to pick up on why there was such a commotion;

･ "Do I…have feelings for the Doctor?"

･ His voice was a little soft, but it caused quiet to settle around the room in an instant. All the eyes of his teammates were on him, blinking and wide. Before Cardigan was about to begin yelling again, Melantha stepped in. "Uhm, sorry. We were just…wondering about it."

･ They couldn't tell what he was thinking, but under his curious expression, Adnachiel was jumping from foot to foot in anxiety.

･ Just the mention of the Doctor seemed to make his chest fill with this odd warmth. Adnachiel sighed - his feelings were undeniable at this point.

･ When he hesitantly admitted to having feelings for the Doctor, his teammates sparked with energy again - or, more so, Cardigan exploded with excitement.

･ While she gushed about the new news, the other 3 in the room spoke their mind to Adnachiel, who was admittedly a little flustered.

･ Melantha spoke first, "I think that's really nice, Adnachiel."

"You should tell them! I'm sure it'll turn out fine no matter what." Steward added in, followed by an agreeing Ansel, "Well, from what I've seen, they seem to like you too. There's no harm in telling them how you feel."

･ Their comments just seemed to multiply his timidness tenfold, but he gave a small smile. "I appreciate your thoughts, but I'm just fine by the Doctors' side. I don't need them to reciprocate my feelings."

･ They didn't want to bother him about it for very long, and the concern that Cardigan would end up breaking yet another piece of equipment caused them to turn away from him and to their energetic teammate.

･ Adnachiel lingered on the words of his teammates for a little while, but he stood by his words; acting on his feelings wasn't worth the risk, especially when his Friendly relationship with the Doctor could be ruined.

･ Though, what he didn't plan for was his teammates actively trying to get him to take the next step.

･ Even after insisting he wasn't going to tell the Doctor about his crush, Team A4 seemed to make it their goal to get Adnachiel to at least take them out somewhere.

･ Adnachiel remained against it until Cardigan piped up with a decent proposal; "You can make sweets, right? What about you give them some?"

･ The idea sparked conversation with the rest of the team, "Ah, that's not a bad idea at all." Ansel added, with Steward nodding in agreement nearby, "I think there's no harm in doing it." Quietly, Melantha's voice came last, "Uhm…I think you should do it too, but… it's just a suggestion."

･ Adnachiel went quiet for a few moments, before sighing. His team left him alone after that, moving on with their conversation, but he still thought about their words.

･ The next day, the Sankta walked into the dormitory with something small and wrapped in plastic, tied with a ribbon. Ansel piped up, curious, "Um, What did you bring, Adnachiel?"

･ Biting the inside of his cheek a little, the Sankta replied, "I made sweets for the Doctor, like you said. I hope they like them."

･ And much to his surprise, they did.

･ The Doctor accepted the gift with a smile and multiple 'thank yous'. Adnachiel couldn't really believe he was the one that made them light up like they did.

･ He kept giving them sweets, even if he was too tired by the end of the day to make them. He managed to always find time for the Doctor.

･ Though, he knew that he couldn't just keep giving them sweets to see them happy forever. It felt wrong not to tell them the truth. The Sankta was worried about what would happen if the Doctor didn't feel the same, but they had grown to be such good friends that he felt he had to tell them the truth.

･ It was a random day, the Doctor had asked him to help fix some broken medical equipment on an uneventful evening.

･ Adnachiel had it working again in no time, smiling at the thanks be received form the Doctor. But, just as they were about to leave, the Sankta spoke up.

･ "Doctor, are you free any time this week?"

･ The Doctor turned around, seeming a little surprised for a split second, but it was soon replaced with a friendly smile, "I'm free later this afternoon. Why?"

･Adnachiel took a deep breath, before speaking without nervousness, "I was wondering if you would like to take a walk with me later? You always listen to everything I have to say when I show you how I repair equipment, so I think it's only fair I give you the time to talk to me about anything you want." He paused, scanning their face for any reaction, "I would be so happy to spend some time with you."

･ The Sankta braced himself for rejection, but what came instead was a wide grin from the Doctor followed by an enthusiastic nod. "That sounds great, Adnachiel! I'd love to spend some time with you, too."

･ Adnachiel was unable to contain his smile, and he stood up straight, eyes shining.

･ "Okay, I'll look forward to it!"

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#I don't really like this hhh #I feel like I could've done better with exusiai's #and I feel like executor was kinda ooc #I love him sm but he's a difficult character to write for so please bear with me!#arknights imagines #arknights writing #arknights #arknights fanfics #arknights executor #arknights exusiai #arknights adnachiel #arknights sankta #arknights snipers #imagines #writing #fanfic #not a request

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anonbeadraws · 5 years ago

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Nephele was born hungry, in many respects. Orphaned early and adopted late, her drow heritage apparently a draw back for those apparently so desperate for a child to love, she was eventually taken in at the age of 13 by a crotchety old halfling woman named Melda. Her children were grown and had left home years ago, all travellers and adventurers and Melda was happy to take in, as the carers had told her, sat at their tall desks with their religious wimples and holier than thou smiles, a homebody who preferred to stay in and read. Not an interesting child, they intoned, but certainly an easy one. Melda thought she could deal with that, something quiet after her rowdy brood, someone gentle and sweet who she could feed up and teach her great grandmothers knitting secrets to. Someone she could talk to, after her beloved’s passing. Melda would be happy on only one account she came to find, since her new charge seemed to be a bottomless pit, forever hungry for such new delights, pastries and roasted meats and fruits, the likes she had never seen at the Home. (This of course, endeared her to her new halfing community, even the ones who cast second looks at her indigo skin and strange eyes and whispered of bad luck, would admit that anyone who could eat a blueberry pie with such ectasy in their eyes, no matter the colour, could not be so terrible) Otherwise, the only other hunger the silent Nephele seemed to have was for books. Anything, everything, romantic novels, pamphlets left by passing adventurers, even dusty old tomes on family history which were not particularly sparkling material (though you’d have to drag that out of any self respecting halfing with the wildest of horses of course) and it was with books that Melda noticed her strange, quiet, charge came alive. It took a while for it to happen (and much coaxing with home made biscuits and the odd apple turnover) but as the months passed, Melda’s quiet table, lined with empty chairs that only sat two now, sat also discussions of whatever Nephele had dug her nose into. Melda had never seen such excitement at the idea of learning, especially from her own children, and decided to encourage it the best she could. she began sending off for books and tomes unavailable to their village and when Nephele grew old enough and her interest turned to the magical, determined letters to the local wizard, a human woman who’d moved to the forest long ago, before Melda’s time. Not a popular creature certainly, Melda had considered as she sent the letters off, and definitely someone the halfings avoided, but neither was her own child and even if it was someone older, outside of the community, it would good to see her girl make her first friend.

Sori was as strange as Melda had predicted, twitchy and wide eyed and clueless about how to drink tea politely, but intrigued to take on an assistant. "You’ve taught her so much!", Sori exclaimed, crumbling more shortbread into her half full cup. “her affinity with language and its connection to magic is amazing, I’ve never seen the like in someone so young!” Melda, who could not even spell her own name, only nodded sagely, subtly moved the shortbread out of reach of the wizard who drank half liquid biscuit from her cup, and made arrangements for further lessons. She could easily see the good the lessons were doing, the excitement and satisfaction they brought the girl. Melda felt a little pain that she could not bring such glee to her child's face anymore, for how could apple tarts contend with the ability to create flame and ice on command? How could she, an old halfing even compare with a wizard, albeit a strange one, who taught her child to create her own spells, to blend old spells together to create something new? It was a little pain. Manageable. It was more painful, as the years went by, to see her child withdraw, to go into herself. Research and books and scrolls, Nepheles room became a library, not that she was around often enough to enjoy in it. Nephele’s visits to Sori became longer as the months go by, she’d be gone for days at a time, on little errands for the wizard. It’s just assistant stuff, Nephele would shrug, stuffing her bag for another journey, grabbing a pastry before she vanished again and kissing her mother absently goodbye. She was a young woman now, Melda mourned as she tidied around her child's room, edging carefully around each symbol and scrawl. Of age and able to do what she wanted. It had only been when Melda had not heard from Nephela for many weeks, far longer than her usual stints away and found her letters ignored by the wizard, that she gathered up the courage to visit Sora and get some answers.Melda had expected something perhaps older, maybe a cottage taken over by vines and dirty plates and books, something broken down and as scattered as the wizard herself. Maybe some awkwardly offered beverage that Melda would politely take and never drink. Melda had brought some nibbles, hoping that would make the wizard open up to telling her what was happening with her little one. She didn’t expect destruction. Not fire and flame and the woods around them burning and whatever had remained of Sori’s home blackened and charred, the smell of brimstone, terrible and unavoidable, the ashes of books floating everywhere. Not Sori, severely shaken but not a scratch on her, not even a burn, shaking and shivering in the middle of the wreckage, stuttering that it ‘was all gone’. It took a few hours for Sori to calm down, safe in the house Melda seemed to live alone in most days, and tell her something useful. To tell her that Nephele had been sent on errands yes, that they were to do with magic, yes. But not the simple fetching assignments Melda had been led to believe, not simple ingredients or herbs attained in the local forests or as far as the next village as Nephele had so often reassured her mother. She had been sent out to steal. Not real stealing! Sori had pleaded under placating hands as Melda had begun to ratchet up her good yelling voice (which had terrified generations at this point). Nephele had been sent to old places, ruins, to find old spells, abandoned by the uncaring and unwilling. Nothing bad, just the recovery of magic. The two of them had carefully planned out the areas, finding resources to ascertain the safety of the journey and what kind of magic lay behind locked and ancient doors. Nephele had found this one on her own, whispers from distant mouths, a great power, something life changing and she was so desperate to find it. Oh my girl, Melda thought, her heart heavy, my hungry girl. With reservations, but a hunger of her own, Sori had let her go, pack full and had begun preparations to translate whatever her protege brought back. It would be a while but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. Sori was sorely unprepared for what was brought however. It had been quick, (the time it took for a wooden cottage to set alight, Sori mused aloud at Melda’s dining table.) and Sori only understood a little of it but what she did know, was that her protege had burst into the house, not with her usual glee and delight of a job well done, but with some fear and a strange determination Sori had never seen in Nephele’s eyes before. That. And a demon. It seemed that the job had been far more dangerous than they could’ve imagined. That Nephele, though quick and clever enough to avoid the traps and puzzles inside, had made a great mistake. That some power, even those lost and fabled underground, should not be tampered with and that sometimes, even if a voice whispers and promises knowledge beyond ones wildest dreams, that perhaps one shouldn’t say ‘yes’. Or perhaps, they shouldn’t say yes, then immediately bail out of the agreement upon grabbing the scroll and running for their lives back home, with a fiery demon at their heels. Sori had only seen Nephele for an instant, long enough for her to see the scroll, see the demon and to see her protege cast a spell- (Sori had smiled a little, relaying this back to Melda. It was one of ours, our best protection spell! she did so beautifully!) and then vanish, the demon with her. Melda took Sori in, though it took a week and several pitiful attempts at shortbread for Melda’s stoney glare to soften and her anger to abate. It didn’t help Melda’s standing in the village to do so, not even her blueberry muffins would be enough to undo the rumours that floated around her child or the strangeness of her current houseguest, but as Melda settled down to sleep, she knew it was the right thing. Even if the reason for her child’s disappearance was sleeping just down the hall. Even if the house was empty again. Even if her heart was too. And if her heart, hungry for her daughter, for her safety, imagined her little ones voice again, strangely clear and certain, just as her mind turned towards the blissful void 'mamon. I’m safe but running. Sorry. Will find a way to fix it. love you” perhaps that was right too. a random roll for @pathcrier, who designed most of the character but wanted me to take a spin at the backstory! This is one of my longer bgs for sure, but so fun! THANKYOU HUN

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#anonbeadraws #Random Roll #commission #digital commission #dnd commission #drow #elf #wizard #owl #character commission #story #long post #narrative

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sabineelectricheart · 4 years ago

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A Quest For Sweets

Summary: Byleth has a craving, and her husband valiantly searches for what could satisfy her wants.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 1600

Notes: Two for two in parenthood. I wonder what might be causing this?

“Ferdie…” The young lady poked her sleeping husband. “Ferdie, wake up, please. Ferdinand, please.”

It was much past the last bell of the night, the monastery was completely silent, and the heavily pregnant Byleth was having much trouble staying asleep, as it was often the case these days.

Heading strong towards her fifth moon of her pregnancy, the Archbishop was dreaming vividly of sweets, fully knowing that the heir to the throne was having late night cravings. It was those nights that she missed Sothis the most, the dreams of war and the berating of the Goddess were less tiresome than her journey to a land of whatever food she would be craving as she woke.

Lightly, she shoved her husband’s shoulder, but to no avail. For a man that fought a war and survived so many assassination attempts, the Duke Aegir was a surprisingly heavy sleeper.

“Ferdinand, wake up, now!” Her booming, militaristic voice commanded him awake.

Duke Aegir turned around while still unconscious, then facing his offending former teacher who now had her face a few inches from his own. With a poke of hers, the man gasps awake.

“Wah! Good morning? Good evening? Byleth, what time is it?” He questioned, clearly confused after being awaken from his deep slumber.

“It’s time to raid the kitchen.” The woman declares, turning around to pick up a cover for her night clothes. “Your child urgently demands sweets, so let us get going!”

With no warning, Byleth and her tiny baby bump was climbing over Ferdinand, straddling the nobleman. He did not mind such a position, as it gave him a clear shot of her delectable and round behind, that he gave a playful smack to as it crossed his path.

“Stop trying to distract me, Ferdinand!” The Supreme Leader of the Church of Seiros reprehended her husband. “I am dead serious, this kid wants sweets, and I will not have him born with the face of a tea cake!”

“Of course, dear. It will only be a moment.” Ferdinand chuckled, quickly gathered his pair of pants and a belt, wearing them over his sleeping shirt, so he could escort his duchess to the monastery kitchen.

Luckily for Byleth and their baby’s regal Aegir looks, the Church had offered a banquet that night and the kitchen was stocked with leftover desserts. The servants and knights did their best to distribute as much leftover foods and sweets amongst the children of the fief as they could, but even their best efforts usually came up short in facing the excessive displays the monastery cooks made a point in presenting.

Once in the kitchen, Byleth propped herself on the counter as she excitedly waited while her husband searched the pantries and the jars. After a few moments of debating with himself, he presented her with a large slice of a layered cake and some leaves for a soothing tea.

“Oh, my favourite!” She clapped with enthusiasm.

Despite having eaten it already earlier that evening, Byleth was excited for another slice. Delicate layers of vanilla cake filled with fresh, plump red strawberries and lightly whipped cream filled her taste buds.

No sooner had she put the cake in her mouth, however, she spit it right back out, prompting Ferdinand to pass her a napkin.

“This is absolutely horrible!” The woman bemoaned. “It was so good earlier. Why does it taste so bad? Do you think it is rotten?”

Ferdinand took a sample from her plate and looked at her with his face painted in confusion. “It tastes just fine to me, my love. It is certainly still good.”

The woman’s expression turned despondent. “Oh, Goddess…”

“Do not worry yourself, love.” The man smiled brightly. “Perhaps the little one is merely craving something else. It is just a matter of time until we figure it out.”

As Ferdinand continued taking stock of the many sweets available in the pantry, Byleth attempted a couple more times with the cake, hoping the baby would change its mind.

“Byleth, I can hear you spitting out the cake from in here.” The man called from the other room. “Put the cake down, please, before you make yourself ill. I will find you something, I promise.”

With a groan, the Archbishop tossed the cake out of her reach. When she looked up, she noticed Ferdinand had an arrangement of ice creams and gelatos straight from the ice box laid out on the counter.

“Very well, one of these has to be a winner, and the cold ought to settle your stomach.” He took a small scoop of each from the five tubs, and placed them in a bowl.

Sample after sample, however, Byleth winced as if each taste was stabbing her in the tongue.

“Well, it is now safe to conclude that it was a bad idea.” Ferdinand lamented with a small scowl. “I have no idea what this kid wants. Neither of us are this picky.”

She looked to her husband’s bright amber eyes for the answer, but all he could offer was a soft smile and a kiss of encouragement.

“I have a couple more ideas, just be patient a little while longer.” Ferdinand smiled encouragingly. “If nothing else works, I will go out to the grange and make an eggnog myself if that is what our child wants.”

He kissed her in hopes of assuring the pregnant mother before turning to the pantry once more.

“Please Goddess, do not let that heinous eggnog be the answer.” Byleth begged with her hands clasped to her forehead with the simple recalling of the drink her aide had offered her when she first came down with morning sickness. “It upsets my stomach and I do so hate conceding to the fact that Seteth is right about health issues. Medicine has surely advanced enough in these thousand years so we can do away with those foul concoctions.”

As the woman finishes her lament, and with a wide grin on his face, Ferdinand handed over a plate of baklava while holding another plate just for him in his other hand.

Byleth rolled her eyes as she took a bite. “Is this your reward to yourself for putting up with me right now?”

The long-haired man chuckles, while scooping a generous piece of the dessert with his fork. “It might be. I am also feeling peckish.”

“I love how a thousand years of fine Aegir reputation and civilization go straight out the window when the duke is faced with a simple baklava.” She laughed as her husband shovelled his share into his mouth in defiant response.

“We all have a weakness.” Ferdinand said. “I so happen to have two.”

“So gallant!” The woman comments in a chuckle, before following her husband’s example and eating a generous piece of baklava, and then promptly spiting it out, too. “Ugh, this is not it, either. I am starting to become sick again, Ferdie.”

Annoyed and frustrated at this point, Byleth handed him her plate with a frown.

“My duchess, you are too kind offering me another delightful piece.” He greedily accepted her plate and guided a whole apple pie her way.

“This was terrible early tonight.” The Archbishop commented. “Apples do not grow here and the merchants bring them in from too far away. The servants never pick the right apples and just overcompensate with sugar and cinnamon whipped cream.”

Elbow propped on the table and his attention solely on the baklava in front of him, Ferdinand slid the container of freshly whipped cream she spoke of. Three large scoops of whipped topping on a single slice of pie later, Byleth cautiously took a bite. Ambar eyes wide with anticipation, he waited for his wife’s answer.

She looked up at him with disappointment. “This stupid pie, is stupid delicious.”

Heaving more scoops of whipped cream on top of the whole pie this time, Byleth now propped her legs in a more comfortable eating position while she devoured the pie. Once Ferdinand had finished his wife’s share of baklava, he cleaned up the kitchen while his wife continued to eat to her and the baby’s heart’s content.

After all the desserts were placed back in their respective places, he looked back to see Byleth had finished just about half of the pie and was lying down across the table with one arm covering her eyes and her hand covering her even more swollen belly. She was done.

He placed a small kiss to her temple before picking up her pie plate and storing it for her for another day. Byleth woke to Ferdinand cradling her in his arms as he carried her to their room.

“I feel like a beached whale, and I am absolutely sure I ate like one.” She grumbled.

“We can take a walk in the courtyard tomorrow if that will make you feel better.” He chuckled as she snuggled closer to his chest.

“Oh, Ferdie! Please, do take us on a stroll through the village fair tomorrow morning! We can pick some apples. Then, do ask the cooks for apple strudel, apple blossoms, apple fritters, and apple cobbler! I would so love to have them tomorrow evening.” She looked up at her husband with a sleepy grin.

“That sounds perfect.” He gently placed her in bed and kissed her goodnight, and then kneeled to her bulging stomach. “No more giving your mother a hard time.”

“Sleep well, my duchess. I love you.” Ferdinand murmured into her shoulder as he positioned himself for bed.

Mostly asleep, Byleth managed to reply. “Good night, my sweet hero.”

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phobidawg · 5 years ago

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@novadreamer95438 and I were talking about what a great couple Nova and Narcissa would make, so I decided to write a little oneshot! It’s pre-Renegades (the book,) and is where Nova hears about a diner for insomniacs that Narcissa visits. They begin meeting there every night, become good friends, and a little more than friends...

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Word Count- 2610

Nova shoved her hands in her pockets, relishing in the feeling of breeze through her hair. There was no wind in the tunnels, and though she technically could leave the tunnel's during the day, she never did so without her head covered. Though no one knew her as an anarchist, she was paranoid. So the only times she could leave the tunnels freely was at night, when the velvet of darkness hid everything.

Most nights, Nova would scale the buildings of the city and watch the sky. She'd find constellations, and feel starlight on her face. She'd always been more comfortable among the stars than the sun anyways. Her ears would be so full of Honey's ongoings, and Leroy's chemical fizzing, Ingrid's bangs, or Phobia's whatever-overdramatic-scary-thing-he-was-today, that she would just have to get away to silence. Tonight, the Anarchists had been busy making a weapon trade with The Librarian, and Nova had been left with a vague lonely feeling. Not one that she was unused to. On nights like this, Nova had a list of different night haunts she could visit to surround herself with the sounds of life and people. For the most part, she would just loiter in the streets and observe.

But today was a special case. Taking her time, Nova turned down 7th street. Leroy had told her that the Librarian's daughter spent her nights at the basement of an antique shop, where there was a little dinner for insomniacs. Nova hadn't missed the subtle hinting in Leroy's voice or his wink either.

Nova scanned the buildings on the street, and saw the one she was looking for. She pushed open the door, and everything was dark except a lit doorway in the back that led to stairs.

She took these stairs, and was surprised by the unprofessional environment. There were a few beanbags, two tables with chairs, some bookshelves, a bar table with three stools, with soft music and lighting. Five total people were there, two studying at a table, one eating a slice of pie at the bar, a woman behind the bar, and a girl reading in a beanbag. Nova's eyes immediately rested on the girl in the beanbag. Her hair, almost always in a braid, was down, free, and everywhere. Nova's breath hitched in her chest at the sight of her. If she was pretty before, she was straight up beautiful with her hair down.

"Are you just going to stand there, come in!" Nova started, and saw the woman at the bar waving her in. Her gray hair was tied up in a bun, and she smiled warmly, if slightly cautiously. Nova slowly walked over to the bar.

"I'm Millie." The woman shook Nova's hand. Nova considered lying, but she knew Narcissa could expose her at any moment. "Nova." She introduced herself.

Behind Nova, Narcissa looked up over her book, the name catching her ear.

Millie's eyes took on a vague sort of recognition at the name. A thin layer of suspicion surrounded the woman, and Nova felt herself tense. But Millie didn't make any mention of it. Instead she asked, "Would you like anything to eat or drink? There's coffee, cocoa, pecan pie, and coconut cream pie."

"Um... I'll have a cup of coffee and some pecan pie, please?"

Millie nodded, and as she turned Nova searched through her coat pockets for some cash. She found a five dollar bill, which Millie accepted.

"Thank you." Nova took her food, and after a brief moment of anxious hesitation, took the second beanbag.

She took a bite of her pie, and without realizing it, resumed watching the girl next to her. She saw the candlelight illuminate her red hair in different shades of ginger and rosegold. She saw Narcissa smile at her book, a pretty, little smile that made Nova's stomach take flight. Her lips were such a lovely little pink. Narcissa pushed her gold rimmed glasses up her nose, and the small action drove Nova crazy. She even saw a few faint and adorable little freckles dotting her nose.

When Narcissa looked up from her book, Nova almost leapt back in surprise. "Do you want something?" The girl asked dryly.

Nova flushed, realizing she'd been caught staring.

"Oh! Uhm, I-"

Then Narcissa seemed to recognize her. "Nova? What are you doing here?"

Her voice wasn't exactly accusing, but seemed suspicious like Millie. Nova could imagine it had something to do with her Anarchist status, though she didn't know how Millie would know. Deciding not to dwell on it, she replied, "My prodigy power is not being able to sleep, so I heard about here and it sounded perfect."

Narcissa nodded, "How did you hear about it?"

"Leroy told me he'd heard you came here..." Nova realized a second too late how upfront that was and ducked her head. To hide her face, she took a sip of coffee.

Narcissa's lips had parted slightly in surprise. Nova admired the shade of green of her eyes. Like a forest just starting to go to fall, green with flecks of gold and brown.

"You came here, because you heard that I was here?" The librarian dictated slowly. Nova bit her lip, "Well, partially? And I, uh, heard it had good pie?"

Even Nova could see how flimsy the second part sounded. Narcissa's lips formed an "o" again, and her cheeks pinked the slightest bit, though the air of suspicion around her thickened.

Nova didn't know whether to be encouraged or scared off. She went for another bite of pie as she tried to recall any and everything Honey had ever told her about flirting. Thinking over the advice, she thought about how superficial it all seemed. She remembered how on her way out, Leroy had said,

“Be natural."

But what is "natural?"

"What book are you reading?" Nova queried.

"Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. Have you heard of it?”

Nova had heard of it twice before, when Honey was in an over dramatic romantic mood, and another when Ingrid started trashing romances and “prissy preppy old books.”

“Not really.” Nova responded.

“It's a romance..." Narcissa's eyes took on a subtle light as she said the very word, and Nova was entranced. Narcissa looked hesitant to continue, but Nova urged her on. In truth, Nova had no interest in romances. She found them unrealistic. Well, most of them. But she was very interested in listening to Narcissa talk in that quiet, yet strong voice of hers. Narcissa began to explain in detail, and Nova tried to focus on the plot, but got distracted by the cadence of her voice.

Once Narcissa had finished, Nova felt emboldened. "Do you read?" The ginger girl asked.

"Well, a little, though I'm really busy." Nova saw Narcissa's expression deflate, and grow wary again. Rushing to cover this, she added, "I do like books about the stars and engineering though."

"Engineering and stars?" Narcissa sounded intrigued.

And so their conversation began, starting with talks of engineering, books, and stars then going to discussion of the library and formalities (which they had forgotten to begin with,) and eventually they touched briefly on politics and the Renegades. Nova wasn't entirely surprised to hear that Narcissa disagreed with Renegade ways as well, though not entirely as strongly as Nova. Nova was surprised to hear that this whole diner place was an anti-renegades prodigy haven. She was curious to learn more, but that was all Narcissa would say on the topic. Nova offered her some pie, and she got a slice of her own. Nova even managed to make Narcissa laugh once, and smile quite a few times.

When the clock said 4am, Narcissa claimed she was too tired to stay up any longer.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" Nova asked, trying to seem nonchalant.

"I will, how about you?"

"If you're here, so will I."

Narcissa pinked the tiniest bit. "I'll see you then!" Nova daresay she sounded excited.

"Goodnight!"

Nova left with the butterflies having taken permanent residence in her stomach and a happy smile on her face.

~*~

It had been six weeks, and Nova had been seeing Narcissa every night. They were now able to talk about everything, and everytime Nova so much as heard the name, a happy daze swept over her. Now, whenever she walked into the basement, Naricssa gave Nova her a devastating rose lipped smile. The attraction Nova had felt initially because of Narcissa’s appearance had deepened into something much deeper and truer. Whenever she looked into the girl’s eyes, she wasn’t distracted so much by their lovely color than the intelligence and light that shone within them. Her face was no longer dear to Nova because it was simply pretty, but because it was the physical representation of the soul Nova had fallen in love with. One that was so strong yet soft, romantic yet intelligent, sweet yet sassy and witty.

Tonight, Nova's stomach was filled with more butterflies than ever. She'd talked to Honey about Narcissa, and Honey had deemed it was time to tell Narcissa how she felt. Nova didn't want to ruin everything, but if she had to go one more day without letting her emotions go, knowing whether or not they were reciprocated, Nova would go insane.

At the bottom of the stairs, Nova saw Narcissa waiting for her in their beanbags, a piece of pecan pie and coffee in hand for her. Nova took the food, thanked her, and took her seat. Someone had moved it from where it always was, so she scooted it forward so she was facing Narcissa, their knee’s brushing. She couldn’t keep still, and her foot started tapping along to the song playing. It was some obscure Vivaldi Concerto she recognized from other nights being here. Narcissa was apparently an avid classical, baroque, and romantic music fan, and had once gone on an hour tangent about the unrecognized works of Vivaldi when she’d heard this song. “All anyone knows him for is the Four Seasons!” She’d complained, “His other works like, Concerto in B flat, are just as good and deserve just as much recognition!” Nova had never before been interested in classical music, but she’d decided to try it after Narcissa recommended, and realized that it was really helpful for soothing her nerves after a hard or stressful day of training or other. Or maybe that was because they made her think of Narcissa.

“What’s this song playing again?” Nova asked, wanting to remember it if her confession went well.

“Manfred Symphony by Tchaikovsky.” Narcissa answered promptly, humming along.

“What’s on your mind?” The ginger asked. “You seem distracted.”

How easily Narcissa was able to read Nova. Nova prided herself on her ability to hide emotion (however messed up that might be,) but Narcissa was able to see through her no matter how high and thick her walls were.

“Well…” Nova took a sip of her coffee. Might as we get it over with. She thought, panic filling her stomach at the thought of rejection.

“Well?”

“Well, I’ve had something I’ve wanted to say to you for… a while.”

Narcissa waited patiently.

"I think you are the prettiest, most intelligent and interesting girl I've ever met…”

Narcissa's forest eyes widened as her face pinked, a real pink. Nova was emboldened, and threw all sense and caution to the wind.

“And well, I really really like you, and I couldn’t wait one more day without knowing if you felt the same.”

It was a lame confession, but that was about as romantic as Nova felt she could be in words. Even if what she said only touched the tip of the iceberg of her feelings, she hoped it was okay.

Narcissa’s eyes seemed to melt and the plate with the pie dropped onto the floor. “I do.” She murmured.

Shock and excitement exploded in Nova’s stomach. “You do.” Nova breathed, relief and joy filling the two words.

Narcissa nodded, and she reached forward to take one of Nova’s hands. Nova took her other, and they both leaned forward, knees clunking, and met in the middle. The kiss was a gentle, sweet one. One that made Nova’s heart melt right into her toes. Narcissa laced their fingers together as she leaned back. She gave Nova a gentle pull, and Nova took a seat beside her on her beanbag. Narcissa’s face was radiant, and it pulled Nova’s heart. She drew Narcissa in for another kiss, this one a little longer, but just as sweet. The ginger girl’s arms rested on Nova’s shoulders, and Nova’s hands settled on her waist. Instead of leaning apart, when their lips broke apart, Narcissa rested her forehead on Nova’s. The music piece in the background picked up it’s tempo, matching Nova’s erratic heartbeat.

"This is something I've only read about in stories." Narcissa whispered, and her voice kicked Nova's heart again.

"Am I fulfilling all your dreams?"

"Every single one." With that, Narcissa kissed her again.

#novissa #nova x narcissa #renegades fanfic #renegades marissa meyer #renegades #nova artino #narcissa cronin #they'd be adorable together #no I am not taking critism #:)))

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love-takes-work · 5 years ago

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Steven Universe Comic #33 (2019) - Outline & Review

The thirty-third installment of the ongoing comic series for Steven Universe is about Peridot introducing Pearl and Amethyst to her favorite TV show--and encountering some frustration when they just don't appreciate it the way she does. Is there a lesson to be learned here? WHO WILL WIN THE COLOR WAR?

Plot:

Peridot is peacefully watching Camp Pining Hearts on her tablet one day when Amethyst wanders in and becomes intrigued by a camp pie-eating contest as depicted by the show. They entice Pearl to watch with them as well, and the three observe a camp contest with an array of mixed feelings.

Peridot convinces the other two Gems to watch the show with her from the beginning, and Amethyst continues to revel in disasters both potential and manifest while Pearl worries about danger for the campers and fixates on a storyline surrounding one of the camp counselors. But then Peridot is dismayed when her favorite episode is met with indifference from Pearl and Amethyst. She's offended that they want the parts they like best to come back, and she feels that they aren't appreciating the show properly.

Steven comes in to warn the Gems about something, but when he realizes there's been a conflict between them, he decides to help instead. (Garnet can handle it, he says.) Pearl and Amethyst are clearly quite invested in the show by this point, pondering their favorite mysteries aloud and wondering why Peridot is so upset. Steven goes out to talk to her, and when she levels with him, he finds that Peridot has very strong feelings about how the others should enjoy her show. They can't be critical of any of it or they must not like it at all.

When Steven gets into it a little with Peridot, she finds herself justifying hypocritical views about critical analysis; SHE is allowed to dislike canon ships in the show and prefer her subtextual ones, after all, though she maintains that's just analysis. She insists that the show isn't for Pearl and Amethyst to like as much as she does because they value different things and they're the WRONG things. But really, something else is at the root of all this drama. Peridot feels that by rejecting her favorite stories, her friends are rejecting HER.

Steven makes a lovely analogy about pizza--how each can enjoy different toppings but still have fun with togetherness eating the pizza together. And trying each other's toppings might even be a way to discover new perspectives, right? Peridot feels a little lost in this analogy. After all, she doesn't eat pizza. But when Steven clarifies and encourages Peridot to talk to Pearl and Amethyst about it, she decides to do it for the love of the show. When she returns, Amethyst and Pearl are theorizing about the show. She offers to continue watching with them and agrees that their different perspectives might enrich the experience of watching the show for all of them. They start watching again.

Once they begin again, they almost immediately do find common ground in finding the main canon pairing of Percy and Paulette unsatisfying. They discuss it and Peridot is delighted with her companions' opinions on this.

Steven is pleasantly surprised that his friends are finding something in common over the show after all. They happily continue watching.

Notable:

1. It's cute that Amethyst is sucked into the show so quickly at the prospect of watching campers throw up from eating too much. But it's kind of sad while still being amusing that Pearl fixates on the camp counselor Peony, whose association with Rose would have been clear even if she didn't have a flower name, run the camp as one of four authorities, and look exactly like her.

2. There's a funny scene when Steven enters the room, sees the three Gems discussing Camp Pining Hearts, and nopes out immediately.

3. How adorable is it that Peridot proclaims "THIS IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE!" regarding the episode Steven showed her when he introduced the show to her in "Log Date 7 15 2"?

4. Poor Steven always has to throw aside his own issues to counsel his friends and put them back together. He's his usual empathetic self in this issue.

5. I'm so sad that I didn't get to see whatever Garnet was doing in this issue. She was offscreen fighting, beating a monster by herself apparently. So now I know she was somewhere being a badass and I didn't get to see it. I'm crushed.

6. It's strange that Peridot seems to think you can't like a show unless you like all of it, because in the show she's admitted to thinking Season 5 of Camp Pining Hearts is "trash." (Interestingly, in this comic that's when she claims Counselor Peony comes back--Pearl's favorite character--and therefore Pearl's favorite pieces are Peridot's trash.)

7. Amethyst shows some pretty cool analysis skills in this issue. She keeps focusing on clues associated with a mystery of the camp and trying to find symbolism and meaning. It's adorable how she defends the fact that she is capable of deep thought.

8. I think it's weird that Steven claims to not really like the kissing parts of the show. Maybe that's true, and he did seem a little uncomfortable watching those bits with Peridot in the episode "Log Date 7 15 2," but I thought that was because he was being asked to explain the facts of life to a Gem. Steven usually does get quite into romance, as evidenced by his appreciation of the love relationships in the books he reads. Maybe he's just not into PDA though.

I really liked the message of this one! Many fandoms have problems with people being possessive of their faves and calling each other Not Real Fans because they enjoy different aspects or have different opinions about the content. It’s great to see such an honest depiction of how unfair it is to claim a piece of art for oneself if someone else dares to interpret it or appreciate it differently.

[SU Book and Comic Reviews]

#steven universe #steven universe comics #su spoilers #peridot #pearl #amethyst #myblog

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ohshcscenerios · 5 years ago

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Can you please write hcs for how the hosts would deal with/react to their pregnant wife being put on bed rest?

I can imagine the hosts would be equally concerned about their wife’s and baby’s health. Thank you for the interesting prompt!

Tamaki Suoh:

Is understandably worried about his wife and child but tries really hard not to worry her.

Understands that right now he needs to be a loving calm husband and take care of his family.

Hires a well decorated team to help care for his wife; personal chefs, personal nurses, personal maids, even a personal gardener for the flowers outside her window.

Hates leaving the house and will sometimes try to get out of business meetings and lunches so he can stay home.

Can often be found snuggling his wife in bed, whispering encouragements to their unborn child.

Sometimes dismisses the personal teams he hired for her so he can personally care for her for the evening. He mostly makes her a soup and brings up roses.

Cannot keep is hands off her. He has to touch her in some way; stroking her back, playing with her hair, touching her belly, rubbing her shoulders, or kissing her senseless.

Kyoya Ootori:

Immediately hires a personal team of nurses, doctors, and maids for his wife.

Orders them to pay very special attention to her wants and needs.

Money is no exception in hiring the best of the best. His baby’s health is on the line and he will not cut corners.

Demands daily medical updates from the doctor every evening, no exceptions.

Silk sheets.

Has his office desk moved into her room so he can work beside her.

Has Tachibana go out and buy her chocolates, flowers for her nightstand, and whatever she may be craving.

Is not above sending out Tachibana multiple times a day. Anything for his wife and child.

Takashi Morinozuka:

Prepares her a room with large windows overlooking their garden.

Prioritizes sunlight and charming views. He wants to surround her with natural energizing beauty.

Hires a personal chef dedicated to preparing her healthy meals specifically tailored for her pregnancy diet. Lots of fish, dark leafy greens, and nuts.

Will sneak her a few treats once in a while.

Spends most of his time in her room when he’s not working or in the dojo.

Her room quickly becomes his favorite room in the house.

Sneaks her into their garden when she’s feeling antsy about being on bed rest - however the exception is he carries her.

Cotton sheets and regularly fluffed pillows.

Rubs lavender lotion all over her body every evening.

Surprises her with poems he either finds or writes himself.

Mitsukuni Haninozuka:

Immediately hires a personal patisserie for his wife so she can personally request all the cakes/desserts her little heart desires.

Buys a brand new mattress and sheets for her comfort. Everything plush.

Orders a multitude of stuffed animals and fluffy blankets. He doesn’t consider if they’ll take up most of the bed, he just wants them surrounded by cute fluffy things.

Can often be found cuddling them when he’s not in the dojo.

Eats his cake with them from then on. No matter what he’ll bring his plate into their bedroom and sit down beside them.

Lets them have Usa-chan while they’re on bed rest - for extra comfort.

Is very serious about their health and will not tolerate any sloppiness. He’s sweet as pie for his wife but Dark Hunny emerges when he speaks with the doctors. He’s trusting their expertise and that makes him nervous.

Is just very worried about his wife and child and doesn’t want to risk anything.

Kaoru Hitachiin:

Immediately orders everything she might want to do while on bed rest; coloring books for adults, manga, knitting supplies.

Spends a lot of time in bed with her, usually drawing fashion designs in a notebook while she colors in her book.

Keeps the curtains open all the time, saying tat sunlight is good for the skin.

Will rush home after work to be with his wife. He hates wasting precious seconds away from her his beloved.

Plays with her hair all the time and even brushes it for her.

Is very strict about her bed rest and does not want her exerting herself.

Will allow her to walk around the bedroom once a day but that’s it.

Deep down he’s terrified about his wife having to be on bed rest and he doesn’t want to risk his child’s health.

Hikaru Hitachiin:

Sets up their bedroom in a way that will keep her entertained; a TV with every streaming service available, an iPod with handpicked playlists, even an iPad.

Doesn’t really know how to make her bed rest comfortable so he hires someone to resign their bedroom for ultimate comfort. He lets them do whatever they want to their bedroom, as long as his wife won’t go crazy with boredom.

Whatever she wants to eat she will have, no questions asked. He does, however, order their chef to sneak some healthy food in once in a while.

Can often be found watching movies or laughing at funny YouTube videos with her.

Won’t go to sleep until she’s asleep. As the days till the birth approach he becomes more anxious. He gets very protective and observant.

Highest thread count he can find for her bed sheets and pillow cases.

Finds the softest pillows money can buy. He will not settle for less.

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another-sonic-blog · 5 years ago

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Shadow and Amy doing cute things like shopping and getting lunch? Or something domesticy?? Bro’s who may or may not like each other being pals??

"Is Amy...ok?"

Cream looked at Rouge, who was currently trying to find a way to hack Eggman's computer from the Resistance's main computer.

"She will be ok honey." Rouge kept on tying in codes and opening pages on the computer, still not looking at Cream directly.

"Eggman must have the cure for the virus somewhere on his files-"

"She is been down lately." Cream interrupted her thoughts. "Ever since you told us Shadow got turned into a Zombot."

"That's because they are really close."

"Close as...boyfriend and girlfriend close?" Cream asked intrigued.

"No, well, I don't know actually," Rouge responded as she tried to figure out Eggman's file password "I just know they are really close. They keep their friendship very subtle but everyone knows they care for each other. They do a lot of things together."

Cream decided to stay a bit longer. She grabbed a chair and sat next to the bat, watching her do her work. "They do a lot of things together? Like what?"

"As you know, shopping, eating together, even cooking together."

"I didn't know Mr. Shadow was one to cook!" Cream said excitedly.

"He didn't like to cook. Actually, Shadow and Amy became friends because of it."

"Can you please tell me the story of how they became friends?"

Rouge looked at Cream. Although she was incredibly busy at the moment, she just couldn't say no. Cream was a small girl who had gone through a lot and if telling a story made Cream happy, then she would do it.

Rouge sighed, "Well, from what I've seen and from what Shadow has told me...the story goes like this..."

"So, he lives here? In this cave?"

"Yes, just enter and he should be there. Thank you again for doing this for me honey."

"No problem!"

Amy smiled and waved at Rouge as she left her in front of Shadow's home. Well, more like Shadow's cave.

She mentally encourages herself with positive thoughts, thinking that if she can handle today, she can handle anything.

She took one last sip of air and entered the dark cave. She knew Shadow as old fashioned, but she didn't know it was that the extreme.

The cave's only source of lights were some large flashlights, Amy expected to see more things, but there was only a very bad looking sofa.

And that was it.

"Who told you you were allowed to enter?"

Amy looked behind her and found a dark silhouette, his black fur matched the cave too well, Amy recognized his voice and she knew who was talking.

"Hey, Shadow...Well, I didn't see a door so I just came in." Amy said.

"I don't care, leave."

"I can't I am here on a mission."

This perked Shadow's interest. Maybe this could be interesting after all. "Speak."

"Rouge sent me here to convince you to get a new home!"

Shadow sighed, annoyed. He thought that Amy maybe wanted to recruit him for an interesting mission. "Get out."

Shadow grabbed Amy by the arm and tried to push her away from his cave.

"Wait no! Let's make a deal."

"You have nothing that interests me."

"Look, if you come to look at a house with me, I'll cook for you every day for a year!"

Shadow stopped dragging Amy as he gave it a thought. Amy was always well known for her cooking skills and although Shadow didn't need to eat to survive, he surely enjoyed good meals.

"We only need to look at the house...correct?"

"Correct."

Shadow let go of her arm, this was going to be a long day but it could be worth it.

"Fine."

Shadow and Amy arrived at a house for sale and everything went smoothly.

Shadow wasn't one for houses, he didn't seem to comprehend the reason behind them.

Shadow didn't know why but Amy had her ways of convincing him to do things he didn't want to do in the first place. Maybe it was her soft voice or her delicate way of treating him.

She was just...a really nice girl and Shadow couldn't just say no.

So Amy had to keep her promise. Daily, she would cook Shadow a meal and eventually she taught him how to cook.

They began with small things such as making sandwiches until later on, they tried baking.

"Shadow you need to be more delicate when cracking the eggs! You are mixing the shell with the egg!"

"I can't! You do it!"

"No, you have to do it!"

"I can't!"

Shadow smashed all the dozen of eggs into the floor as Amy looked at him surprised. It was a new side of him she didn't see before.

Shadow wanted to say something but words didn't come out, he didn't want Amy to feel uncomfortable.

"I-"

"Good thing I bought more eggs!" Amy said as she pulled out another dozen. "Now, try again!"

Shadow wasn't expecting that.

But Amy wasn't expecting what Shadow was about to do.

He laughed.

He had a wide grin on his face as he breathed for air, he touched his stomach as it pained his abs from laughing too hard.

It was funny already that Amy just had suddenly pulled out eggs as if she knew he was going to mess up. Shadow thought she would be angry or scared of him but the irony that she didn't was incredibly amusing to him.

As Shadow kept on laughing, Amy smiled sincerely at him. His laugh was nice music to her ears, the sunlight hit directly through his face, making him shine.

Amy was happy that he was happy.

"And then what happened?" Cream asked Rouge as she finished telling her story.

"Well, let's say that after that, Shadow became a really good cook," Rouge said, smiling.

"I still can't believe Mr.Shadow was willing to learn how to cook!" Cream rolled around her chair and Rouge was happy to see so much enthusiasm. It has been a while since the Resistance had a happy atmosphere. After all, everyone was feeling worse ever since the virus was released.

"Amy has her ways of convincing people. Shadow would even go shopping with her whenever Amy asked him to come with her." Rouge added.

"Oh, would you tell me that story too!?"

Rouge looked at her computer and then at Cream. She really needed to focus on hacking Eggman's computer but since she wasn't been successful at the moment, maybe taking a break would help her clear her mind.

"Sure...let's see..."

"I still don't know what to get her birthday," Shadow said. "And it is one week away."

"Don't worry too much about it, today you are going shopping with her right?" Rouge looked at Shadow from the sofa, he was currently baking a pie. "Just pay attention to what she buys, the things she picks up...I am sure you will find something for your girlfriend."

Rouge expected a reaction from his friend but nothing happened whatsoever.

"Wait-" Rouge rolled from her seat excitedly, "Are you two, dating?"

"Dating?" Shadow questioned as he placed his pie on the oven. "What's that?"

"You know, when you hold each other hands, tell each other everything, go out a lot."

Shadow gave it a thought. He was naive but one thing was for sure. Amy had held his hands before to show him the flowers she had picked for him. She tells him everything, like her fear for snakes or heights. He also tells her everything, like how his favorite food is her chocolate cake and how much he loves his bike.

And of course, they hang out.

"Yeah, I guess you can say Amy and I are dating-"

"I knew it!"

Shadow looked at his kitchen clock and walked towards the living room. "Rouge, you think you can look over the pie for me? I need to go to meet with Amy."

"Yeah sure, go have fun."

Shadow ran towards the shopping mall. He was in a good mood and was excited to meet with his friend. Or girlfriend, whatever Rouge called her.

It was surprising how much his life had changed and just because of the pink hedgehog.

He noticed Amy standing in front of the entrance, looking side to side as if she was looking for someone.

He watched her smile as he approached her.

"Miss me?" Shadow asked.

"Always," Amy said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. "Let's get started."

"Do you like this shirt or this one?"

"I thought we were shopping for you."

"No dummy, for you! You need some change of clothes."

Shadow wasn't here for himself, he wanted to know what to get Amy for her birthday, not him.

"I am not the type to wear clothes...what about you?" He inquired.

"I am fine, now what about this black jacket?." Amy said as she pointed at a black leather jacket, on the store.

Shadow needed to think and fast, he knew the moment they began shopping for him, Amy wouldn't be able to stop.

"Actually Amy, I need your help with something else?" Shadow said. "There is this girl and-"

"Oh, Chaos! Who is she? Does she work at G.U.N. with you?" Amy's eyes shone, she was waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Um, yes?"

"And you want to give her a present because you like her?"

"I just want to give her a present."

Amy smiled teasingly, it was the first time Shadow had talked to her about this kind of things. She didn't even know Shadow was the type to be interested in relationships.

"Well, how is she?"

"Well, she is...very kind and she's just a great person overall."

"Well if she is as great as you say, then no matter what you give her, she should be happy with it."

"I need a little bit more help than that." Shadow and Amy were walking down the halls of the shopping mall. Once in a while, Amy would nice girls looking at Shadow, and of course, she understood them. He was a handsome folk after all.

"Well, why don't you get her shoes? Do you know her size?"

"I can find out." Shadow mentally had two people who he could ask. Rouge or Cream were his top candidates.

"Very well, let's go look into that store then!" Amy grabbed Shadow by his arm and made him walk with her as the other girls who were looking at him sighed in disappointment.

They entered a shoe store and the employee greeted them. They look around shoes of all kinds, high- heels, tennies, sandals.

"What about some nice heels?" Amy asked Shadow as she pointed to silver glittery heels.

"I don't think she is the type to wear heels too much." Shadow knew that Amy was a busy one. She needed to be on the go since she was running her cafe.

Shadow looked at the tennies shoe section. He noticed a pair of beautiful pink shoes, the bottom was a pink transparent, dynamic, powerful and cute...just like Amy.

"What about these shoes?" Shadow said as Amy went next to him.

"Those? Those are Halenciaga shoes! They are beautiful."

Shadow saw Amy's face brighten at the moment she saw the shoes. She smiled tenderly as she picked them up.

That's when Shadow knew that he had gotten the perfect gift.

"They are beautiful...Are too-" Amy added as she put the shoes down.

"Cheap? I was thinking the same thing." Shadow added.

"They are...1500 rings."

"That's why."

Amy sometimes tends to forget that as a G.U.N agent, Shadow is extremely well paid.

"Whatever you say Shadow." Amy smiled.

The rest of the day went like that. Shadow and Amy kept buying clothes. They would hope to each store and Amy found out that Shadow had a taste for luxury brand clothes. He would buy from Hucci, Hercase, Hior, and other very expensive brands.

He decided to wear some of the clothes he was buying, although Shadow was very naive when it came to clothes, his fashion was very unique.

He wore a baggy oversized black shirt with neon yellow pants. A bucket hat, and long red coat.

Everyone was staring at him as they walked out of the mall. He noticed people whispering and sightly heard them making fun of him.

"Look at him...he looks ridiculous! "

"He is handsome but he is totally out of fashion!"

"He looks like a clown."

Shadow was never the type to care about anyone's opinion. He blamed himself. He knew he wasn't one to wear clothes, he let Amy convince him about buying whatever clothes he liked and he turned out to look like a clown.

He wanted to go home and hide, he then felt Amy looking at him up and down. Was she also thinking that he looked bad?

"Just say it already," Shadow said simply.

"You look so cool! I like how you combined your neon yellow pants with the red coat and the black baggy shirt just creates a good combination!" Amy exploded with excitement. "I have to admit, that at the beginning, I was a bit scared that you might end up looking like food but you are a natural at this!"

Shadow smiled, he didn't care about anyone's opinion but if he had to care for one, it was Amy's.

For him, it was all that matter.

Shadow blinked multiple times. "You...really think so?"

"I really think so! If you weren't my friend, I would totally date you."

Shadow moved his head to the side, curious. "I thought we already were?"

"What are you both talking about?" Amy entered the room, as she noticed Rouge and Cream talking between them.

"Oh, Ms. Amy!" Cream said excitedly as she noticed the pink one, still wearing those pink Halenciaga shoes Shadow gave her. "Ms. Rouge was telling me the story of how you and Mr. Shadow became-"

"Really good friends." Rouge cut her off and Cream just curiously nodded her head.

"Oh, yes, that Shadow..."Amy added, her tone changed a bit, sadden. "He has brought me so much trouble."

Rouge and Cream noticed the pink one reminiscent. Her soft features became harden as she seemed to be deep in thought.

"That idiot...I need him so much...We need him."

Cream got closer to her friend and so did Rouge.

"We will get him back Ms. Amy." Cream said as she hugged her.

"Yes, sweetie." Rouge padded Amy's shoulder and smiled teasingly. "We will bring your boyfriend back."

Amy blushed instantly, "He is not my boyfriend!"

A/n: I hope you enjoy this and hopefully this is somewhat what you wanted. I wanted to write something a little bit different with Rouge telling their story. If you have any other story request let me know! Also, sorry this is so late.

Thank you for this prompt!

If anyone wants to send me prompts, feel more than welcome to send me an ask!

Also (just here promoting myself, this is not obligatory lol) I began a fashion YouTube channel, so if anyone wants to check it out, here is the link:

https://youtu.be/cpKfUh3iVB8

Thank you!

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