#elias looks cute though and that's what matters ^^

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fans are assholes | r. dias

summary: fans compare your pregnancy to fellow wags, leaving you to feel not so good.

notes: as requested! i don’t think i specified that it was twins but it still works. dad!ruben has to be my fav genre 🤪 i hope you all enjoy, some very cute at moments 💘 let me know what you all think! <3

IT WAS MATCH DAY, and although you were feeling rough like you had done the last 7 months, you had promised your fiancé you would make it to today’s knockout game rather than watching from home. he wanted you to support from the stadium, but he also wanted to get you out of the house too.

you were 32 weeks along and feeling very heavily pregnant.

yeah, it’s all fun and games when dating a tall man until you have to grow his unnecessarily large children.

all you wanted to do was lie down and moan this entire trimester, having nothing but a hard time with this one you were growing. you’d had every bad symptom imaginable, from the nonstop sickness and heartburn, to back and hip pain, difficulty sleeping and sore boobs, and now in the final stages you were experiencing braxton hicks, so yeah - all you did want was to lie down and whine. more than ever, you just wanted to stay in the comfort of your own home and nest.

“—you’re not even nesting though! you’re sitting here watching tv all day! get up and get ready!” rúben had said to you just yesterday morning after you’d told him you were too busy nesting to grab a coffee with him before training.

“mama, i think you should go tomorrrow . .” another sweet voice said from the sofa, glancing sympathetically in your direction.

your sweet boy, elias, didn’t want to offend you and make you feel like a slob, but he really wanted you both to go to his papa’s games. with school, you didn’t allow him to go to any late night matches which were always the majority, but tomorrow’s kickoff was 3:30pm and when he pitched the idea, you felt awful for feeling like you’d deprived him of some fun memories.

you really didn’t want to go, but your baby boy deserved it. he’d been working so hard in the last weeks of school and rúben would agree that you needed to take him - he wanted you both there just as much but he also knew not to tell a pregnant woman what to do - he wasn’t the one carrying an 8lb baby around in all summer.

“you nearly ready, baby?!” you called from your room, trying your best to look acceptable for today’s outing. you couldn’t remember the last time you’d done your makeup and styled your hair so neatly, baby dias was really kicking your butt that you hardly had any energy after a shower, let alone doing your makeup and hair.

you really needed them out so you could go back to your old self.

you didn’t remember pregnancy being this hard with eli. with him, you were able to get through the rest of school with him growing in your belly! taking notes and listening in class. sure, you had sickness and a sore back but that was really only at the start and at the end. given, you were younger and full of energy.

eli came along in the last of your teen years but you wouldn’t change anything for the world, same with rúben. he blamed that baby boy for being the reason he pushed himself so hard to get where he was today. he was such an easy pregnancy, and an easy kid.

being honest, you felt more unprepared for this new baby as a grown adult than you did as a teenager back in 2016.

with a few thuds across the landing and a solid jump at your bedroom door, you turned to see your 8-year-old all ready holding two thumbs up. with a man city kit on and trainers, he looked like rúben more than ever. seriously, if you got a photo of rúben back then, it was like looking at eli with a slightly different haircut. it scared you so much. “ready!”

traffic was always bad no matter what time you left, but you got there in one piece and already left eli with one of your closest friends and bernardo’s wife, ines, while you had to run to the bathroom even after such a short journey. jeans were longgg out of the equation so you’d gone with some loose, white trousers to go with the blue football shirt, hoping they didn’t wrinkle too much but still looked good with the outfit. “you are glowing!”

“no, it’s probably just my highlighter,” you pointed to your cheekbone as ines laughed cheerfully.

“no! you look amazing, what are you talking about?! i have missed you!” she couldn’t help but hug you again. “you’re ready to pop!”

she felt your bump and you huffed a sigh, pulling your sunglasses down, “i know, it feels like it.”

you didn’t really like being out this far along, not because you were afraid, but you were at that stage were you were starting to feel gross. like, you looked like a whale no matter what you wore or styled yourself to look like. realistically – you were one of the most beautiful pregnant women the internet had saw. truly, you may have felt like an elephant, but you were still posted on WAG accounts, getting shared by millions of women who begged they could only look as good as you when pregnant or better - envied you for still looking so hot while suffering the struggles of pregnancy.

how?! 😭❤️

life’s not fair!!!! 😫

what’s her secret?!!! 😍😭🙏🏼

but you could have gotten a thousand comments like that . . but all it took was the one bad one.

fucking hell, keep her inside 😂🫣

who is that??

🤣🤣🤣🤮🤮

a lot of the time you didn’t care because you knew how the internet worked, and you know the majority were sad-little-pathetic-football-fan men. they barely impacted you.

when it was women on the other hand . . .

“i just can’t believe one woman would say that to another woman,” you tilted your phone to show ines the replies. “what happened to the whole ‘girls help girls?’” you had to put your phone down before you ended up on a gossip page for arguing with people in your comment section.

“it’s always down to jealousy, babe. they hate you ‘cause they ain’t you,” she pointed, the same thing you had told her when she got her first negative comment, and you smiled at her attempt of making you feel better. she was such a good friend.

the internet was a weird place. your life was a weird place, you didn’t think there’d be a day people hated you for simply being with a person. you found it weird paparazzi followed you around when rúben was the famous one. you found it weird there were accounts dedicated to you when you didn’t do anything. it caught you off seeing people notice every little thing about you or knew things you forgot you’d explained. it did add a little bit of pressure knowing you were being watched and most likely compared to other beautiful WAGS. you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’d put on makeup in fear you’d be posted all over those news articles and WAG accounts.

you forgot how stressed matches made you until kickoff, two minutes in and already overthinking how this would go down. rúben had your heart fluttering nontheless with how he ran up and down the pitch, giving orders all sweaty and even repping the captain band for a bit. it made you feel real good about your baby daddy.

“come on, pa!” your son would shout when a bit of a ruffle would occur, his father speaking passionately to the ref with frustrating hand movements.

the halftime whistle blew and you let out a breath, fanning yourself as your body relaxed for a small moment. 0-0. “ma, i need to go to the bathroom.”

“me too, let’s go!”

perks of dating a footballer? renting out their own box for friends and family - including the private bathroom. no queues around hereee.

walking through the rows and steps, you couldn’t help but feel eyes pinned to you. ines would tell you because you’re a WAG of a player (you regret ever educating her on that term) but really you felt like it was because you looked like a whale making her way through the stands.

eli convinced you to do a lap of the stadium just once to ‘stretch your legs’ when really it was something he always liked to do as he believed it ‘made halftime pass quicker’. so hobbling around with few staff members recognising the kid (or rather seeing the clear evidence he was a mini rúben) , you strolled around the packed building, trying to squeeze past football fans, getting stopped once for a picture.

“thank you so much!”

“no worries at all,” you waved to the two girls, shooting them your kindest smile. they were so lovely, and even complimented you for ‘pulling off pregnancy so well’.

“you’re sLayiNg” eli mocked them, taking your hand.

“shut up,” you tutted. you appreciated being told you were still slaying.

“matt!”

the 8-year-old suddenly bolted to a familair security guard in a neon vest who was delighted to see the boy. “my man!”

you didn’t bother rushing over, you were out of breath as it was and decided to just lean on the wall while elias got his quick catch up, waving at matt instead. halftime was almost over. you should be heading back now.

“—not the best one though.”

“—no, sasha is definitely the best wag.”

i swear, the word ‘wag’ triggers you like nothing else.

you tried not to look around, but to your left, you could make out two bodies mingling with each other. both wearing light blue tops with stylish jeans and trainers, the two girls waiting outside the bathroom, trying to talk quietly between then in a mumbled manner.

you were a mum - you had mastered your hearing to hear the grass grow.

“–but sasha’s not pregnant?”

“–but if she was, she’d have a cute bump, not . . ”

their silence had you believe they’d glance in your direction, and it took every bone in your body not to stare dead on at them with a smile to let them know you heard every word - but you didn’t. you played oblivious and stayed watching eli, a forced sweet smile on your lips.

“–foden’s girl always has a cute little bump too!”

“–oh my god, yes. she’s stunning.”

“–he’s stunning too, to be fair.”

“eli, come on son!” you wanted to bang your head on the wall not wanting to endure the conversation anymore. now you’d tune in, you couldn’t tune out.

“–ok. bye matt! see you later,” he didn’t waste a second to return to you. “see you soon, buddy!”

you waved at matt and led him through the crowds, not meaning to hold his hand so tight until he pointed it out. “ow, ma, you’re hurting me.”

“sorry baby.” you didn’t sound sorry but you felt utterly hot and bothered. and not in the good way.

for some unreasonable reason, a small line of carts drove through the halls, and you stood against the wall as they passed by, holding your son by his shoulders. you could hear a small utter of whispers from your side but refused to turn your head. you really needed to fucking sit down.

“—dias’ girl! look at the size of her!”

“–rob that’s so mean! she’s pregnant!”

“WOW!” eli stole your attention as he almost stepped out in front of a last minute one zooming by. you smiled, and quickly manoeuvred him on your way.

“keep going, keep going,” you shuffled behind him in the stands, but stopped amidst a waiting line as someone caused hassle. your foot kicked something. “oh i’m so sorry!”

you accidentally tapped your foot to a lady’s handbag, but she smiled and waved you off. “you’re alright, don’t worry!” shortly adding, “i’m not surprised!” glancing to your belly.

it wasn’t malicious, but it was about to be the last straw of some floodgates. “ha! i know . . I’m like a whale.”

“how far along are you?” her friend asked.

“about 7-8 months,” you smiled sweetly, ignoring the fact they didn’t assure you that you didn’t look like a whale. thanks.

“oh wow!”

“i know,” you fake laughed. why wasn’t this line moving?

“is it twins or just the one?”

you tried to stop your eye twitching. who in the right kind said that?! was that . . a backhanded compliment?! what that even a compliment?! or was she genuinely asking in a stupid and nosey manner? “no, but it feels like it,” you fake laughed, and they did too. twats.

“oh my! you’re so big!”

“he or she will be a big boy or girl,” the other corrected with her pint in hand, knowing her friend’s words had just flown out of her mouth.

“yeah . .” you were done with this conversation but you didn’t dare be rude. thankfully, the line moved, and they waved goodbye. “congratulations!”

“thank you!” you replied, turning back around, mouthing absolute knobheads.

“mum, i don’t think you’re a whale,” eli’s hand patted your own that rested on his shoulder, bringing you back down to earth.

your heart thumped and although he didn’t look at you, your heart melted to a puddle as you squeezed his shoulders and ruffled his hair, knowing you’d embarrass him with a kiss. “thank you baby. you’re always to sweet to me.”

and he was. you actually . . wanted to cry. shock.

“hey!” ines greeted. “where’d you guys go?”

you only shook your head and nodded to you son who was standing again, ready and recharged for more yelling. you felt ines squeeze your hand and you looked at her, “are you ok? you look . .”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you dabbed your eyes and put your sunglasses back on. “just . . stupid stuff, and then e said something really sweet and i just,” you held your heart which made her laugh and reassure her for the time being. “ok, but . . you can tell me, y’know?”

“just being emotional,” you said the obvious, making her laugh as you leaned into her for support.

you would tell her later, but right now, you were going to use the rest of the game as your excuse to start screaming.

-

the game ended on a win. you saw rúben briefly when the players walked around and applauded, and eli mirrored his excitement and happiness, waving and calling to him as he spotted you guys. he was ecstatic you could make it.

it was after 6 by the time you got home and settled. you were about to order food when you second guess your options, today’s events replaying in your mind:

look at the size of her!

sasha would have a cute bump.

you’re so big!

you knew you were pregnant but there were far nicer things to say to a pregnant lady. what a bunch of assholes.

instead, you cooked some carbs up for eli and made yourself a seperate dinner, feeling the need to watch what you were eating now - you’d be giving birth soon and all those pregnancy cravings didn’t just leave when the baby came. you weren’t silly - you weren’t going to deprive yourself of food, but maybe they had a point - why wasn’t your bump considered cute? was it hard to tell you were pregnant? what were you doing differently?

you were on the verge of calling sasha and asking her what she put in her green smoothies when the door opened.

“meu amor?”

“in here champ,”

something rúben didn’t expect to see what you lying on the couch with a salad balanced on your bump, and you munching away like it was a 5-star dish. “what’s this about . . ?” he smiled sceptically, dropping his bag to the floor.

“what’s what?”

“that.” he nodded to your plate.

you shrugged. “took a notion for it.”

“for . . a salad?” he clarified, looking down at you, entertained in some sense.

your craving for the last 5 months had been anything with chocolate frosting on it. rúben had watched you talk yourself out of buying a tub of it on its own because you knew if was weird and would have to bake go use it.

“yeah.”

to be fair, the salad was tasty, and you were enjoying it but . . at 7 months pregnant? rúben tilted his head. “where’s eli?”

“is his room.”

“he had salad too?”

“he had pasta and garlic bread.”

now he knew something was up. you? not eating garlic bread? italian in general?

someone had said something to you.

he looked at you concerningly, but he was too afraid to ruin the peaceful moment. you seemed calm. he had won a game and you were in a good mood today. baby boy or girl mustn’t be giving you too much trouble so that was a win in itself. so he just leaned down and kissed you lovingly. “hi.”

“hi,” you smiled, pecking him three more times before he rose again. “well done today.”

“thank you,” his hand touched your belly for about two seconds before you swept it off smoothly with your own, squeezing it instead. you smiled up at him again, “love you.”

he kissed you again trying to hide his confusion – but something was up. you were being odd. “love you too.”

and he left and headed for eli’s room, leaving you to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before slouching again and continuing with your dinner.

-

the rest of that evening, rúben was correct. you weren’t yourself.

your mind was somewhere else, and your head wasn’t out of your phone. constantly scrolling, you had overanalysed every picture captured of you today and tried not to nitpick. reading comments. comparing yourself. he wondered what you were doing.

but everyone else did have small bumps. everyone’s looked so cute. they didn’t use pregnancy as an excuse to eat whatever they wanted or slack with self-care. they still wore tight clothing. they still looked gorgeous. you began to compare yourself to all these other wives and girlfriends on the page, wondering how on earth they looked that good.

ummmm, ‘cause maybe they’re 12 weeks along and you’re triple that?

the next morning, rúben kissed you in the kitchen before leaving. “what’s that?”

“what?”

“that,” he nodded to the drink in your hand.

“a smoothie?”

“for breakfast?”

“well yeah,” you furrowed your brows, and he immediately shook his head, pulling that judgemental, disapproving look you sometimes wanted to punch. “no, no, come on, don’t be silly, now,” he almost laughed, “you need to eat something proper.”

“it’s a smoothie, it has everything i need in it?”

“y/n, make something to eat. you’re almost 8 months pregnant for crying out loud,” he looked at you seriously. he didn’t want to sound like he was scolding you or making you feel stupid but you knew he was worried about the lack.

overprotective rúben had always been a constant in your relationship but when you were pregnant — phew, “you got my baby in there.”

“–and he or she is looked after, it’s a healthy drink—”

he took it from your hand and kissed your cheek in the process, taking it with him to training with a smirk, “stop being lazy and cook.”

you were furious. you were actually annoyed that he had taken the drink himself and didn’t find it funny. he kissed eli’s head and the door closed, and you were left highly irritated.

you couldn’t see eli shrink, but he did, looking wide-eyed at the table as he considered his dad a brave brave man in that moment to do that to you - considering the look of your face.

and as a pregnant woman with her emotional struggling to stay in check - you lost it as they all blended together once eli was dropped off at school, sitting in a car park of a café you regretted going too now that you sat with your decaf latte and triple-choc muffin. the frustration quickly turned to tears as you had a moment, eyes in your hands, thinking over everything the last couple days.

yes you were pregnant, but was there a need to be that big? were you even that big compared to others? were you really that bad to look at? that unflattering? did it even looking like you were pregnant? the loose clothing probably didn’t help, but who wanted to wear tight clothing? pregnancy was hard - it was hard to glamourise it all the time!

you’d never cried over looking bad the first time you were pregnant, maybe once or twice when a pair of jeans didn’t fit or you couldn’t reach your shoelaces, but never over the way you felt about yourself. you actually were starting to feel disgusting, and it was embarrassing because you let randomers make you feel this way!

. . and then the pathetic-ness turned into anger because why were people such assholes?! how can they not keep an opinion to themselves?! making you feel bad about your baby!

. . and then the anger turned to guilt because your sweet little baby was just trying to grow and be healthy and you were upset over it. tears again.

you didn’t know how to fix it. the damage was already done, you had a month left, there was no going back now with salads and smoothies, you yanked your paper bag with your muffin off the floor, eating your money’s worth. rúben subconsciously popped into your head as he was probably eating some fruit salad or nutritious sandwich at this time.

oh rúben. you wished he was here but you also knew you wouldn’t want him near you at the minute, not when you weren’t feeling yourself and you had people in your comments telling you he was on his way of replacing you.

he would call you stupid, but rúben just wouldn’t understand. he wouldn’t get being on the other side, the built in competition that automatically comes with being a woman, more than ever with this lifestyle he had given you. one where you’re compared left right and centre with a certain standard to achieve.

you bet every handbag you owned, he’d screw his face up and go ‘are you serious’ if you told him your issue. he knew you were above anyone commenting stupid things on your posts and found it immature of you in a way if you did take those things to heart - i mean they were nobodies! jealous nobodies! but that’s easy for him to say, his comments are flooded with never ending support, guys praising him for his talent, physique and hard work and most girls telling him to hurry up and leave you. spamming with flame and tongue emojis, thirsting over your man just the way you did, only boosting his ego more which rúben did not need.

so you just felt silly, and picked at your muffin, accepting your were going to be a whale wag.

you felt like a slob when you got back home, staying on the couch after cleaning, and then crying except you were watching a movie to blame it on that.

you still couldn’t get comments out of your head, i mean what was an ‘expired wag?!’ or a ‘busted oven?!’ what did that mean? and why always the skull emojis?!

scrolling once again through photos of comparison, you scrolled onto a beautiful pic of your beautiful bestie, ines, and straight away phoned her. “hey.”

“hey! what’s up! what’s going on? why do you sound you out of breath?”

“why do you think?” you laughed.

“girl are you crying again?!”

and you started talking. you had to get things off your chest and you needed ines to make you feel better, to assure you and let you rant, and she happily did, after all, you’d always been there when she was having a moment.

“–what did rúben say?”

“nothing, i haven’t told him anything. he’ll just tell me i’m being ridiculous.”

“he won’t!”

“ines, he would, he’s not like bernardo. rúben’s harsh!”

“so are you! which is why i can’t believe you’re still crying over this!”

he was harsh in the good way, in the same way you were. you were both practical. real. realistic. you picked each other up and told each off when you were being ridiculous. pulled each other out their asses. brought you back down to earth.

but you just needed comforted at this current moment by your girl.

as you continued to chat and laugh more than you thought, the front door opened without your acknowledgment and rubes stepped through. freshly showered after a long morning of training, he instantly heard your voice rambling over the phone. he took notice of the tissue also crumpled on the floor by the door (you’d been carelessly tossing them for dramatic effect) and paused after he thought he’d heard a sad sniffle. he closed the door quietly and crept near the living room.

“i can’t help it, i do just feel . . blegh,” you felt like you were being ridiculous but you couldn’t help it. “like, why does everyone keep making a big fuss about it? am i really that massively huge or am i just not liked?”

he heard another woman’s laughter on your phone and recognised her as soon as she began talking to you, “y/n, i promise no one is making a fuss of it, it probably just seems in your face all the time because you keep going back to check. i promise the world is not broadcasting you,” ines chuckled sweetly, which followed your sad laugh also.

“well the wag world does!”

“y/n!” she laughed, “you’re overthinking it. i promise you have nothing to worry about. the only person who’s opinion should matter to you is rúben’s and everybody knows he has you on a pedestal!” rúben found himself smiling. he’d always been a fan of ines. “he’s called you his wife since you came to manchester! he’s always been proud to show you off, you look good - you look amazing! people are just saying that stuff about you to make themselves feel better.”

“mm, i guess,” you sniffed, holding your forehead. “i don’t know, it’s just been getting to me . . and i’m not saying to rúben because he’ll tell me i’m being stupid. i wouldn’t be surprised if he was leaving an hour earlier in the mornings to get away from me. it’s not like my looks can make up for my psycho-ness anymore,” you joked.

“y/n!” she tried not to laugh. “though, pregnancy psycho-ness is definitely real.”

it is, rúben mentally agreed also, though his heart still sank further as he heard you talk about yourself in such ways. he didn’t want to call you ridiculous but come on, you were pregnant! didn’t they all count as compliments to a pregnant lady?!

“it is,” you let out a sigh, “i wouldn’t want to be around me either, just this big angry rhino walking around the house,” you laughed together, “he goes to a paris event on friday anyway, he’ll get a break and have plenty of french models to—”

a clear of a throat had you whipping your head to the door, seeing rúben’s hard stare. your mouth went dry. “uhhh, ines i’ll call you back.”

you felt bad hanging up as she was speaking back, too shocked you’d been heard rambling for the last couple minutes. or probably longer! how long had he been standing there?!

“listen—”

“french models?! french models, y/n.”

“rúben, it’s not in context—”

“oh i heard the context, i heard everything,” he came in the room, not one spot of happiness found on his face. he was fuming. you could tell, and disappointed too, you felt like eli getting told off by him, throwing yourself back into the couch as he stood with that gruff, intimidating look, hands shoved in his pockets.

“you don’t get it—” you could already feel the tears welling in your eyes, though a pit of frustration was brewing in your chest hot and fast. this was going one of two ways.

“what don’t i get? you don’t tell me what’s wrong when i ask you!”

“‘cause you wouldn’t understand!”

“ok but what i do understand is my wife accusing me of what? getting to pick which ‘french model’ i want to take home next week?”

now your face fell flat, realising how ridiculous and cruel that sounded. you shouldn’t accuse him of that kind of stuff.

“rubes, i just—” your mouth felt dry again. tears brimming again, you could feel how hot they were. the words were on the tip of your tongue but you didn’t know how they were gonna come out.

“what is it? tell me,” he pushed, eager for you to actually get out what you wanted to say so he could help sort it. “i’m here to listen.”

and you did, you unleashed it all. “people are assholes. your fans are assholes. i’m sorry but i cannot believe the stuff people have no issue saying to other people - pregnant people at that! as if the 9 months aren’t hard enough, i have this mob of men and women on my back, judging and critiquing my every outting. i can’t do it anymore, it’s actually ruining whatever self-confidence i have left!” the tears were streaming as you began your rant, choking down sobs as you moved your hands, a fury behind all the sadness.

rúben crouched down, wanting to be nearer as you let it all out. “every day, every hour, i have someone online, reminding me off how big i am, how unflattering my paparazzi pic is, how whale-like i am! how hard it’s gonna be to shift this baby weight! i’m getting put in competition with every other pregnant wife and girlfriend of your teammate and showed how much better they pull it off! how gorgeous they look all the time! how their bumps are ‘cute’ and small and ‘suits them.’ i heard it myself at your game the other day! it’s like they’ve never seen an un-photoshopped pregnant woman before!” you met his eyes, realising you were probably being silly and that there were bigger problems in the world. “i just feel disgusting, rúben. i never felt like this with eli, i was in this perfect little bubble but this time so different. i don’t want to leave the house when i know a monstrosity of photos are getting taken of me, pointing out every flaw. i don’t have a cute, small bump! i do look like a whale! i can’t dress sexy! and i get what people are saying when they say it’ll be a bit before you can look at me again ‘cause god knows—”

“shh,” he quickly silenced you, placing a finger to your lips. his brows were furrowed as yours did, fed up of hearing you ramble about all the bad things about yourself. he felt pain in a way. he just couldn’t believe you actually thought these things about yourself. “wha— . . . are you being serious?”

“OH MY GOD!” you threw your arms up. see!

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, meu amor,” his big hands softly caressed your legs in front of him, along your smooth thighs to stop you from exploding again, “i’m sorry. it’s just . . i . . it annoys me that you let these things get to you, these random, strange people that you don’t even know. you take their opinion over mine. so mine doesn’t matter, it doesn’t count?” he looked you deeply in the eye, “how does that make sense? explain that to me.”

your head hit the cushion as you groaned but rúben held your hands comfortingly. he didn’t want to make you feel stupid, but he wanted to hear your thought process. “to me, it’s like . . you have the choice of walking into a room full of all these people who hate you, and you know the hate you, after being in one full of people you love . . and you go into the hateful one and are surprised that all these people are saying all these bad things about you when you could have just left it alone and focused on the lovely ones - from people who matter to you! who are actually in your life! do you understand?”

you nodded along, entranced by his eyes and how they were able to ground you alone. “you know that i think you’re the best thing in the world. you know i would love you if—” he thought off the top of his head, “you had 10 extra toes. a third eye. if you had a cow nose. elf ears!” your hair slipped silkily through his fingers, “you know i think you’re the most beautiful woman ever even dressed in a trash bag. i would still love you if you did wear trash bags. if you had a cow nose. if you weighed the same as a cow. if you weighed the same as a baby cow,” you broke a chuckle at that. “i’ve loved you through our ugly teen years, when i shaved my hair and your eyebrows were stick thin,” you laughed more as he let out a breath of relief, “i loved you when with vomit down your shirt and your hair dyed that weird colour—”

“rúbennn . .”

“what? and i loved you when you had eli in your stomach, and he was big baby,” his hand touched your belly, moving it in the same motion he always did because that’s when he got to feel the small kicks of this baby dias. “i loved you even more even when i saw how he came out,” he shot you a wildered look.

you facepalmed, dragging your hand down dreadfully at the thought of having to relive that moment all over again in over a months time.

his features turned as his thoughts turned sour, “why are you letting stupid fucking people affect you?”

“i don’t know . . i guess ‘cause so many people are saying it i . . it must be true to some extent—”

“y/n—”

“seriously, rúben. i don’t have a cute, small bump. ines and rebecca are always such sweet—”

“Y/N! have you SEEN the size of bernardo and phil next to me! is it any wonder they’re small! their child comes out the same size as them!” his hand shot out with passion.

now your head was in your hand with muffled laughter, caught off guard by his statement. “seriously! seriously, now you’re supposed to be the smart one,” he tried to look at you, that loving smile shining your way as his heart sang at the sound of you laughter. “you’re shocked that me, that we, have big babies . . that ines has a much smaller bump than you . . are you serious? that rebecca has a smaller bump than you? rebecca, phil and elway stacked on top of each other wouldn’t even reach the height of me!”

“rúben,” you laughed, feeling an actual blush of embarrassment coat your face at how stupid he’d made you feel, but in a good way.

he was so right. what were you thinking?

“i’m like, the biggest guy on the team! sorry i didn’t realise that was gonna be a problem for you,” you lightly hit his shoulder to wrap up the sarcasm, still giggling. he looked at you from the floor, his hands still on you, on your leg on bump — the bump that he did make look small next to his hand. “and please remember you’re a month away from giving birth, you’re supposed to be a healthy size. and i been going to training an hour earlier ‘cause i know when this one comes along, i’ll not want to go as much and i’ll want to stay with you both. i’ll start working on my dad bod . .” he felt the small, subtle movement happening inside, but he could feel them if he kept still enough.

“you’d look good with both.” you rolled your eyes.

“and you’d still look better. y/n, you’re not a whale. please stop saying that,” he finally crept to his feet, climbing on the couch on top of you, leaning his arm behind your head. “you are the most beautiful-est woman to me and no-one, NO-ONE can convince me otherwise. you’re my standard of perfect, of gorgeous and sexy and all the rest of it. i’ve found you sexy before this baby, during this baby, and after this baby — i still get comments of people telling me how ugly i look when you’re next to me! you bring my value down!”

his arm wrapped around your neck while the other threw itself over your bump, shifting and snuggling into the sofa more comfortingly, you relaxed alongside him, the tears no trickling down but with good reason behind them as you were shocked to find your love growing even more for rúben when you thought it was impossible. “i don’t know what comments you’re seeing because all i see are the ones calling you a milf, and it takes too much time to try and report them all.”

you held his hand at your shoulder, his lips kissing your cheek repeatedly, over and over again. you knew how much he loved you. “yeah, you’re right. fans are just . . assholes.”

“fans are assholes,” he agreed, stroking your cheekbone, “. . don’t listen to them. you think i listen to everything they say about me?” he perked a brow.

sometimes! you wanted to say but knew better. it was rhetorical question, and you knew his sweet intentions.

“alright? i don’t so why should you? you’re hot stuff babe,” he looked at the side of your face, inspecting every little freckle and faint scar, he just wanted to never stop kissing you. “i love you the way you are. eli loves you for the way you are, and this baby,” he rubbed circles on your belly, “he or she is going to be so unbelievably lucky when they see who they have as their mam. i know it’s not the smallest bump but i think it’s the cutest i’ve ever saw, with my baby girl or boy in there,” he kissed the size of your stomach. he grew more and more excited each day as he got a day closer to meeting who was inside. he couldn’t wait. “. . who they get their good looks from and skill and personality - well, i mean i would like to take some credit for the both of those ‘cause i mean their daddy is pretty c��”

you playfully jabbed his side, making him laugh. “yeah, he’s the hottest one on the field,” you glanced at him, kissing his cheek.

one thing about him, he’d always blessed you with beautiful children.

“yeah, and their mum is coolest one at the school pick up,” his lips trailed along your cheek to your jaw, the slight scruff of his beard tickling you. “you’re the biggest milf to walk the planet–”

“rúbennn,” you chuckled, blushing at his words whilst trying to push him away.

“i’m serious,” he proceeded, peppering kissed down your neck, “and she’s coming to paris with me for the weekend so she can outshine me like she does at every event she comes to.”

you laughed at that, smiling dreamily as he proceeding to love on you.

“and eli?”

“elias gets to stay with his favourite uncle who owes a favour,” he winked.

“hmm. ok.”

“and i’ll give her a reason to cry if she starts thinking like that again,” he whispered in your ear.

your heart slipped a beat. “oh yeah?”

“ohh yeahhh,” he nodded, standing to his feet, not before a loud ‘smack’ echoed the room as he mimicked what your poor backside would get if you kept up that kind of behaviour. “see you upstairs, mama.”

you blew your hair from your face, heart thumping, your hands slowly crept up to your adorable little bump where you caressed it gently as he headed for upstairs, whispering softly, “you are soo lucky he’s your papai.”

your heart raced as he peeled his hoodie off, back muscles staring right at you as he headed for your room, you felt your insides begin to sizzle.

— but you were even luckier he was your husband.

[meo-eiru]

What would elias be like with a darling who pushes him away bc she's the opposite? Like not conventionally attractive and big, not smol or petite at all?

Also since he's such a pretty boy, how would he react is darling didnt find HIM attractive? Or maybe she got fed up of his games and to get back at him kinda made a dig abt how he looks (not true at all bc you made him too gorgeous and im not sane over him hdjjss)

No matter how big and not conventionally attractive you are, in his eyes you are still his adorable small baby. With his 250cm ass every human is like a cute kitten to him.

It’s kinda like, if you saw a kitten or puppy you’d find them adorable even if you’ve seen cuter ones before right? They are just so small and so defenseless compares to you, you just want to pick them up and bring them home.

If you called him unattractive he probably wouldn’t take you seriously the first few times. Oh you’re probably going through a phase and this is some new way of asking for his attention.

If you continuously and persistently say it though he’ll probably start crying from sadness. Do you really think that? Does it make you dislike him? What can he do to fix that? What will make you like him more?

He might attempt to do some drastic changes in his appearance. Cut his hair, change his hair or eye color with magic, start wearing different clothes etc etc

If you find fault in something he can’t change like his height he’d be so depressed. Was he just born unworthy of your love? He’ll just have to try his best to appear smaller in your eyes as much as he can, maybe always sit on his knees and do his best to not look down at you.

But in the end even after all that he still can’t let you go. Even if you don’t like him, even if your words hurt him he’d simply feel much sadder if he was apart from you or if something happened to you. He’ll just have to try harder for you to open up to him

[deleteddewewted]

Long Distance relationship HC W/ König

MDNI

W: NSFW, Sub! König, Dom! Reader, Long Distance Relationship, Fluff, Angst, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Cute Babygirl König, Bestfriend Elias (He's his wingman and hypeman), Cum Eating (He tastes himself)

He's such a sweetheart. He sends you pictures of strays he finds or of himself doing the most mundane things when he's at the base.

Doesnt matter how far into the relationship you're at, he's still kinda insecure about his face and sending you pictures that show his face.

He has his friend Elias though, so the guy gives him pep talks to boost his confidence.

Sometimes he does it too well cause you'll be getting a whole 12 pics of him in a span of 5 minutes all different angles and levels of motion blur.

Emoji user so expect kissy faces and hearts at the end of messages.

He texts you at ungodly hours but he'll stop if you ask him to.

He will stay up late in order to send you a good morning text.

He sometimes holds onto his pillow and pretends it's you.

You both have met a few times in person but even then it didn't feel like enough for him.

He wanted to envelop you in his arms, keep you flush against his body, and just lay there forever.

(Such a romantic, I know.)

He wishes he didn't need to leave your side but he also knows asking you to move with him wherever he goes is risky and inconsiderate of you.

He'll never make you choose so instead he promised you he'll be the one asking for a transfer once he feels ready/is forced into a less demanding position.

He just wants to live with you in the end.

He dreams of little kids running around in the living room while he embraces you from behind and lays his head on top of your own.

He can feel himself blush every time he dreams of you both finally being together and having a family.

He calls you sometimes, maybe even facetime you if he feels confident and does things with you.

He eats with you on facetime, gets himself ready for the day, changes clothes, takes a shower, cooks, anything really.

He just wants to pretend that you're both together and do theses mundane things together.

NSFW

He's so horny and it's somewhat pathetic.

He whimpers every time he jerks off and it's cause he's so sensitive. The tip of his cock is always this deep red and it looks painful.

He likes to tease himself by dragging his fingers over his length and over the veins and thinking it's you doing this to him instead of himself.

He doesn't know if cumming at a picture of you on his phone is creepy or not so he never asks you to send him anything to help him out.

If you do send him nudes or videos, maybe even audio, of yourself masturbating just know that he's going to be running to the community showers or finding some storage closet to get off in.

Because he's so pent up he needs to be quiet when he gets off. He's sharing a room with other people and sometimes the bases he's staying at doesn't provide individual barracks.

Fucks his pillows or makes a makeshift pocket pussy that he can fuck into like a dog.

In the rare case, he gets his own private barracks, he's calling you and you're both going to have some cute phone sex.

Cute phonesex? How?

Well, he's a talker and a whiny guy so he's throwing out praises like your some kind of divine being.

"Bit- Bitte! L- let me cum meine liebe~" He almost screamed into the phone but he'll be ok. He won't go against anything you say or do.

He wants to please you no matter if it means he'll have to go the next 48 hours or week hard and uncomfortable.

When he does get to cum he's thanking you profusely.

"D-anke, dan-ke, danke~!" Breathing heavy and light-headed he still finds it in himself to be grateful for you helping him relieve some of the tension he's been having.

What a good boy.

He stays on the line for a while longer just to tell you just how much he loves you and can't wait to meet up again.

He wants to hold you and take care of you and its painful to watch you take care of yourself after he got off.

He feels like it's unfair but he promises you, even though it's not necessary, that he'll devote the entire time to taking care of your needs.

Don't skip out on the praise either. He likes being told he's your good boy.

Give him kisses too. The feeling of your lips on his face is reassuring.

But, while you're both apart, just tell him that you love him and can't wait to be with him in person.

That's all the motivation he needs to make sure to keep his injuries to a minimum.

[adeleoflochnes]

Jonathan Sims - headcanons Part 1

Hope you'll like it, hope you'll enjoy it

summary: Jonathan Sims x gn reader headcanons

Part 2 - Jonathan Sims - NSFW headcanons

https://www.tumblr.com/adeleoflochnes/763717873602625536/jonathan-sims-headcanons?source=share

SFW

it doesn't matter whether or not the tea you made him is good. From you? He'll drink and eat anything you make him. At least in front of you, later he'll probably throw it out but never for you to notice. He admires the proud look on your face too much to ruin it by telling you it tastes like trash ( if it's good though, he'll worship it and secretly won't accept it from anyone else than you)

he steals glances... he does it all the time but if you look up while sensing his gaze on you? He ensures you won't catch him staring

he absolutely cannot focus when you're close to him. Like if you were to help him, sooner or later he'll politely ask you to let him do it himself, cause he can't get any shit done (definitely not when your hair is hanging so cutely around your face while looking through the files, Jon wishes nothing more than to tuck those loose strands behind your ear)

he huffs when jealous. It's the most annoyed huff he can pull when he sees the other man in the archives making you laugh or touching you. He wants your attention on him only, but will never say a word about it (he despises the hugs you're giving to everyone, they're so soft and warm, he wants to be the only one who gets to enjoy them)

his job is dangerous and you are the last person he wants to end up hurting. When he realised that pushing you away won't work, he makes sure your work schedule does. You're always investigating some unimportant stuff, while he's off to figuring out evil things, almost dying in the process

his protective mode goes on 100% when Elias is near you. he already hates that man for biding you to the archives. So he tries to protect you from getting deeper involved. This is why every time Elias talks to you, Jon needs your immediate assistance with some urgent project (he never misses the opportunity to shoot death glares at Elias while walking you away)

he walked you home many times. Jonathan tells himself that it's because he wants to make sure you're safe but it's not the main reason. It's just that when he's tired after a long day in the archives, he enjoys the little talks he can share with you and he doesn't want that to change. He doesn't want to come back to his lonely and silent home. Jon cherishes every extra minute he gets to spend with you

Jonathan is a touch-starved man. He loves the hugs you give. when you wrap your warm arms around him, it feels like home. Your hugs are his safe place, where he's comfortable and gets to let your scent engulf him. He often rubs his nose in your hair (when you surprize him with a hug from behind he's the happiest man on Earth)

loves to be the little spoon but if you need extra comfort he lets you lay on his chest, and listen to his breathing and heartbeat... he strokes your hair, and body, says reassurances, kisses your head or just lays in silence holding you. It depends on what you need the most

he controls his temper around you. Trying very hard to never raise his voice at you, or offend you. Jon could be trembling with annoyance or rage but won't shout at the person he loves. He's better than that (He probably snaps at the first person who unfortunately walks through the door)

let you play with his hair. At first, he's a bit jumpy because he isn't used to someone touching his hair but he ends up liking it. (actually gets so used to it, he doesn't even realize you're stroking his hair. He's casually talking to somebody and gets super confused by the way they're staring at him...)

[grapesrsogood]

PART TWO OF PET AND PICKLE but now its Pet and Pickle and Barista and Love :3

All the listeners are referred to as women, the first one is gender neutral but i couldnt help myself with this one T^T

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Pet and Pickle deciding on one of their sleepovers that they need to expand their friendship group.

Pickle saying she could look into her childhood best friend, Barista, so she does and finds that she was taken in by a gang. Pickle doesn’t give up though and contacts the gang lord, explaining the situation and Warden finds it so amusing that he allows it (and with the knowledge of who Issac is and knowing he’s trustable)

Pet contacting her emergeny contact, who just so happens to be Dontis, asking if he know anyone who would be interested in their friendship group, Dontis asking Love and Love agreeing, they dont ask Xanthus though since he definitely would have to threaten them or what not.

Their stupid little group chat that took way too much effort to create talks daily and about literally EVERYTHING.

The texts consist mostly of “goodnight pookies :D”s and “good morning besties :3”s.

All of them agreeing to meet up in a park for a picnic together, they tell their partners that it’ll be a cute date in a pretty park but in reality its a massive fuck off picnic where the girls wrestle and make flower chains, laughing about random things.

The guys are just so confused about how this even happened, Issac being the awkward little shit he is, Xanthus angrily staring at everyone except for Love, Elias trying to start conversation and trying to ease the tension but inevitably fails and Asirel with his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose the whole time, how the hell did they end up here.

The girls becoming best friends immediately and playing random stupid little games like duck duck goose, hide ‘n’ seek and tag whilst the guys dont understand the how they can be so trusting and have so much fun with people they’ve known for maybe a month.

The girls would all kill for eachother and are so close that they form a pact where if any of them are in trouble then the others would come rescue them no matter what.

They call themselves the bestfriend squad, the guys hate it.

They have frequent sleepovers but have to rent out places because none of the guys trust the others enough to go to their own houses.

Matching pj’s all the way. DUH

They dress up for halloween together, they give each other gifts, they NEED to throw birthday parties for each other and god forbid they find out its any of they guys birthdays.

They have created their own little family in a matter of weeks and their favourite days are when Dontis comes over too and they all get piggy back rides. :3

Two words. CUDDLE PILE >v<

Talking about how they all met and they’re all horrified to hear about each others.

“Yeah, Xanthus cornered me in an ally, i stabbed him and then he drank my blood. I love him so much” :)

“…. HE DID WHAT?!”

“Yeah, Issac kinda just picked me up in an alleyway and took me home”

“SO HE KIDNAPPED YOU?!”

“Oh, Elias saved my life when a rival gang blew up the coffee shop i was working at”

“Sweet but YOUR WORKPLACE EXPLODED?!

“Asirel bought me”

“What the actual fuck”

Thats basically how that went.

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BUT let me know if yall want more because i love them :3

This writing style is one of my favs and is the easiest but it also means the posts are fairly short most of the time :(

You can find part 1 here

And part 3 here

Find masterlist here

BAIIIIII :D

[claiestve]

𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 ꨄ Elias

˜”* ❝𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ꜰɪɢᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʀᴇ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“Don’t get too stressed, baby. You won’t get it on your first try and that’s okay.” Your– Elias tried to calm you down. You were riled up because of a new game Elias wanted to show you.

It was a familiar scene, you were sitting on Elias’ lap with a determined look at the screen while he had his arms around you. You two always did this whether it was the controller in your hands or his while you’d watch. 

Even though nothing was new this time (besides the game), you felt different. Normally, you thought nothing of this. You were so used to being close with him but this time it felt weird. It felt strange to be so close when there wasn’t a label. 

“Hey, why’d you stop moving?” Elias’s voice brought you back from your thoughts. With a sigh, you gently placed the controller on the desk and peeled his arms from your waist, needing a moment to sort through the sudden mix of emotions swirling inside you.

“Can we talk?” Your voice carried a nervous undertone as you shifted slightly, creating a bit of distance between you and Elias. The intimacy that once felt comforting now seemed to complicate things. You had to address it, even if it meant risking the ease of your current dynamic.

Elias looked at you, concern flickering in his eyes as he nodded. "Yeah, what’s up?"

You glanced down briefly, gathering your thoughts. The weight of your uncertainty pressed on your chest, making it hard to breathe for a moment. Slowly, you met his gaze again, determined yet vulnerable. Taking a deep breath, you tried to find the right words.

“What are we, Elias?”

A question you knew both of you were avoiding. It was so evident that he didn’t want to talk about it and you knew why. He was hurt in the past but you needed to know where your ‘relationship’ was headed. 

You paused, gathering your thoughts before continuing. "I love spending time with you, you know that. But lately, I've been... confused. So confused. I don't know where we stand, Elias. We act like a couple but we don’t say that we are."

He sighed through the thick atmosphere, “I knew it was a matter of time before we would have this conversation. I want to be with you, baby, I really do. I think the idea of committing to another relationship– like officially just scared me.”

Your body loosened and you leaned back into him, “Oh thank God.”

His arms found their way back around you, a mixture of comfort and reassurance. The atmosphere cleared itself as he kissed your head. 

“We’re together, baby, okay? I’m your starboy and you’re my barista.”

“Damn right.”

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was up rewriting this cuz i kept hating the finished product but we're good now 😭 ughgghugguhguhghgughghughuughg they're so cute

rip elias you would've loved boyfriend by ariana grande ♡

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch9 Family Secrets P2

(Warnings: Mentioning of Elias's illness and abusive family situation. Mentioning of Ian cheating. Some innuendos.)

The stress you felt now pounded in your skull. Or was that your heart actually beating a mile a minute? You couldn't tell at this point. It felt like you could feel your heart pounding all over your body and heard it up close right in your ears. Before it wasn't so bad because you had at least the comfort of Taylor in your ear in case you needed any help but now the weight of being completely alone hit you harder than if you ran face first into a brick wall. Great. You were now completely alone now- Well not really. Elias would be back any minute now and then he'd be insisting on having that ceremony. From what you could figure, this ceremony would either give Elias the closure he needed to move on or only seal you further into this mess. You didn't know what that meant for you to begin with. 

You groaned holding your head in your hands. But Taylor was coming here. You had no idea how that was going to play out especially when Elias saw him. You didn't know if that was comforting or not either. Your thoughts were all jumbled up and hard to pinpoint down. 

"My dearest, are you still there?"

Ah. Speak of the ghost. There wasn't any point in delaying the enviable now. You were never great actor anyways... Also it might just be better to come clean to Elias about the entire situation anyways. You simply just turned to the door with your head still in your hands with a sigh.

"Yeah. I'm here." You mumbled not sure if he heard you or not but in a moment the blue body of the ghost turned around to peer into the doorway with a smile.

"Ah. There you are, Dear!" He smiled as he floated on in. "Everything is finally prepared. There's only the matter of-" Elias paused blinking as he took in your numb face staring at him before looking worried. "Oh dear. You look even paler than me." Yeah. You probably did. "What on earth happened while I was gone?"

You opened your mouth... before sighing and again rubbing your head. "I'm fine..." Now seemed like a good of a time as ever before Taylor showed up and surprised Elias and Taylor did say to stall for time right. "I just lost contact with someone important to me just now."

"Someone... important?"

Great.. What's a good way to explain this to him? "Have you ever been contacted by a spirit medium?" You looked up at his face. "He's kinda like that. He's been helping me through the mansion and talking to me..Well until my phone lost power." You held up your dead phone unsure if Elias knew what it was.

"You were talking with someone else?" His face furrowed into a look.

"For my own safety. I didn't know what to expect."

"I thought you expected me."

"I didn't know what to expect. Maybe you weren't here or the rumors were faked or maybe it was a different ghost haunting this place.." You shrugged. "I needed his help in case. For my own safety. You understand that right?" 

Elias pouted. Which honestly did look cute on his features. "And did you just meet this friend today or...?" 

"I've known Taylor for almost three years now. That's my friend," you explained to his pouting face, "We've been doing a few hunts for the paranormal and that's why I'm here. I already told you about trying to go see if there was any ghosts here right?" 

He smiled a little bit. "Then how marvelous you've come to meet me. Although would you have accepted any other ghosts that sought your hand?"

"Probably not." That answer seemed to please him more. "I don't think a lot of ghosts outside you would be interested in this though."

"And this..'friend', how exactly has he been serving as a medium?"

"With this." Your hand reached up to gently pull the earpiece from your ear, the size of an earbud and held it out in your palm as Elias blinked at it in confusion. "You might've seen other paranormal investigators have them. This is an earpiece. It goes in your ear and sorta acts like a phone, but when my phone lost power so did this. We use it to talk to each other."

"So im order to contact him again, you'd have to leave?," he asked slowly as if he didn't like that idea.

"Actually he's on his way here." Elias looked up in surprise. "He's not planning on leaving me here alone. For safety reasons.

"Oh. Is that so?" Elias looked up at the ceiling suddenly fiddling with the ring on his finger. Wait..Was he getting jealous of Taylor? "Well he's heard about the wedding right? OUR wedding?" You nodded. "Well, I suppose a wedding without guests isn't much of a wedding. All preparations are nearly made anyway, and I hope he realizes how safe you are with me by now. He may wait outside until we've finished fully."

That made you pause and this. Could Taylor even get into the mansion? Was he locked out? WERE YOU LICKED IN HERE?!...No. No. Elias didn't give you the vibes of holding anyone hostage but could you leave with this pact thing tying you here? Could he even make it before you married a ghost?!

"Shall we put the final touches on this affair?"

You blinked snapping out of your thoughts before lowering your hand. "Oh. S-Sure. What else do you need? Decorations? Maybe you need help cleaning the room for the ceremony?"

He chuckled at you waving a hand. "Nothing like that although the kindful offer is most appreciated. No. I'm talking about gifting you my wedding gift." You paused. "You shall now be presented to the family jewels." 

He turned and you were glad he did because you tried hard not to laugh or snort having to bite your tongue to not laugh as Elias floated to the wall just above the vanity. Confused you rose a brow only to stare in shock as a piece of the wall pulled inward where he pressed and the vanity MOVED. It shook a little bit before it sank lower revealing a hidden compartment tucked deep into its wood. A secret passage in a haunted house. There was a classic you could mark off the bucket list. Elias hummed again and smiled widely reaching inside only to pull out a wooden box.

"Ah. Here we are then." Smiling he turned back to you and headed over before holding out the box and opening it as he spoke. "Behold."

"Elias, I really don't think-" Your voice died in a choke as you looked inside the box. Jaw dropping. Eyes going wide.

HOLY COW!!

An entire set of jewelry was staring at you in the face. All it was missing from was a bracelet. A small pair of orange earrings with a love knot at the base with an opal centerpiece and green sapphire near the bottom. A diamond ring with a golden band and as you squinted at it, you could vaguely make out the word Gallagher written inside the band in fancy cursive. And a very expensive looking...Your eyes nearly bulged out from your skull as soon as your eyes laid on the necklace laid neatly inside a cushioned box. Smooth chain of pearls with a swinging ruby amulet.

That's the one Violet Dupont was wearing in the first vision you saw! How was it still here?! Did Elias take it back before he died? Did he take it back after death? Did Violet end up giving it back for whatever reason? You didn't know how long you were staring wide eyed and shocked at the set but when your senses returned it was to Elias slipping the ring on your opposite hand with a smile. 

"There we are. Gorgeous." He almost cooed looking at both your hands and admiring the two rings he placed on each hand. 

Your jaw snapped closed and your face turned a red. "E-Elias." He hummed looking at you half lidded. "I'm really f-flattered. Really I am. But are you sure you're ok with me wearing this? Didn't these belong to one of your sisters or your mom?"

He sighed nodding. "They were my mother's and at one point they would've gone to my eldest sister or to the first woman that married one of my brothers. Or to.." He paused again before shivering and letting go to reach back into the box. "But as you're the only lady who shall be married into my family, they rightfully go to you."

It was sorta a soft blur. One minute you were trying to politely decline his gift and then the next you were wearing two thirds of the set with Elias behind you gently clasping the last piece, the necklace, around your neck phasing through the long veil without tearing the delicate material. Your hand went to hold up the shiny ruby staring at you. It felt very heavy with all the implications behind it. So many unanswered questions and so much pressure weighed on your mind. As sweet and kind as Elias was, this just didn't feel right.

"There. You look beautiful, Dear." He smiled wider leaning around to gage your reaction but paused seeing your sad frown staring at the amulet around your neck. "Darling? What's wrong? Is the jewelry not to your liking?"

...You shook your head slowly still staring at the amulet. "N-No. They're all really pretty but it just doesn't feel right." F/c eyes turned to look at his expression. "I know you said it's ok, but it just doesn't feel right wearing something that means so much to someone else. I'm not saying I don't appreciate your gift. Any girl would be lucky to get these, but...They come with a heavy background and I-.... I don't feel like I know about your past enough to accept this."

There was a stunned silence as Elias regarded you for a long, LOOOONNNGGG moment looking over your sad state before sighing and coming to sit on the bed next to you. Eyes looking at his clasped hands. You didn't say anything either. Not exactly sure what to say. The only sounds being the storm outside with the rain still hitting the roof...Until Elias finally spoke without looking up.

"Where shall I start?"

You hesitated without looking up either before sighing. "Well... Your life story would be nice. I promise I'm a good listener." You've had three years of listening to Taylor's ramblings to back that up.

The silence and rain continued for a little while longer.

"....How much of my life do you know about me? I can start from there depending on how much you do know?"

You shrugged. "I know you lived and died during the Victorian era almost two hundred years ago. And I know that you're about my age." Physically at least. "And I know your mom and dad's names and I saw some old death records on your family. And some newspaper clippings on what happened to you..." You said honestly and as gently as possible. "And I heard rumors about you still haunting the place but I didn't know if that was true until I met you."

Elias fell silent once more before he inhaled deeply. "I must confess that I was born quite sickly, and my birth came with so many complications that it nearly killed my mother. Even after that ordeal there was nothing the doctors could do to help my weak constitution." You slowly looked up at him but he only kept looking at his hands. "I suppose that's why my father and siblings me the way they did. I was seen as a nuisance. A problem. I don't entirely blame them."

Your hand reached out hesitantly before you gently grabbed his arm. "I'm...so sorry."

"It's  far away in the past now, so enough about that."

You decided not to press about his family anymore but there was something else that still bothered you. The necklace felt heavier on your throat like it was a bowling ball hung around there instead of a little charm.

"Then...What about your previous wife-to-be?"

There was an instant reaction from the ghost. His face went completely blank. Pupils small, and hands clenched into fists. You instantly winced and felt so bad as the silence stretched onwards...but he eventually turned his head exhaling.

"Her name was Violet. Violet Dupont and the sister to our groundskeeper. We never wed because she betrayed me the day before our wedding. I suppose she and Gerald were desperate. I should've been on my guard when they continued to ask about the location of the family Jewels day after day. I thought the necklace, the grandest piece in the collection, would be enough to hold her interest. I promised to share the rest with her after our ceremony. But before I could even cry for help, Gerald held me down while Violent-..." He trailed off again and you squeezed his arm in reassurance.

"It's alright. You don't have to say anything else about it...Tell me something else about you. What did you really like aside from reading and the flowers in the greenhouse."

There was a moment of Elias not looking at you before he slowly tilted his head back over with a small smile. "Well..aside from the flowers there was a family heirloom that belonged to my grandmother. It was an antique silver mirror and a charming one at that. At least..." He frowned again. "That was before it shattered." Elias stood (floated-) back up phasing through your grip and went back over to the vanity. You had an idea of what he was going to get and your thoughts were confirmed when he picked up the box, turned around, and opened it tilting it enough to allow you to see the shards inside. "I liked it quite a lot and ended up taking it out of the attic during my early childhood. I used to look in it and imagine myself as some fair prince."

You giggled. "That's pretty cute,and suiting since you're pretty handsome.~"

He again turned a deep blue before looking away. "T-Thank you. But alas my siblings would often mock my love of the mirror, and with such a weak constitution and gentleman demeanor, there was little I could do. When six people who aren't very fond of you get physical..well you can imagine what might happen." Elias gave the mirror one last sad look before he closed the lid with a sigh turning. "The mirror shattered and I was the one blamed. Grandmother didn't seem to mind but I cried for days. Maybe it was guilt, sentimentality, or fear but I couldn't part with it. I forbad and of the servants to remove it and kept all the pieces." The box was carefully placed back onto the vanity. "It was supposed to be a wedding gift, and I was determined to have it fixed one day."

And it could also very well be the source of the curse but Elias doesn't know that. "Sounds like that day never came."

He nodded again. "Indeed. It was one of my biggest regrets from when I was alive as silly as it sounds."

"I don't think it's silly. That mirror meant a lot to you, and I think it's sweet you'd want to fix it."

He smiled back to you. "Thank you, Dear. It means a lot. And I hope it's not too much to ask..." He hesitated for a second. "Can I ask what had happened between yourself and your past beloved?"

You paused blinking before looking at him. "My ex?" ...You shrugged. "Well there's not much to say about him that I haven't already told you." You again placed your head into your hands frowning annoyed. "We did go to the same highschool and took theater..Well, he really took theater. I only took in one year in highschool because I thought it'd be fun. I never knew him much back then...Never really interacted much but he seemed like an ok guy. Didn't see him after graduation until his first year in college. See I didn't go to college right away. I wanted to work a year first and save up some money."

You weren't sure if Elias understood the concepts of a highschool or much else but he nodded with his arms crossed before gesturing for you to go on. "And where did you two really meet?"

"I had a job at Zephyr University's cafeteria. That's where people go and buy food to eat. Ian seemed to visit there a lot and was alone a lot of the time. I felt bad for him and I started talking to him." You shrugged. "He seemed cute and sweet, and I liked how hard he tried to do things. We started dating about halfway through his first year there and everything seemed fine. ... Although I guess it being my first relationship blind sided me. I was young and dumb as they say and didn't see the signs."

"But didn't he leave you for another woman?"

"No. I WAS the other woman. I just didn't know it yet." You scowled at nothing. "Then I started college after the first year we started dating and I met Taylor in a similar way. He's a really good friend who saw through Ian's acting. I guess that's why they didn't like each other. Then Ian started forcing himself to be more affectionate with me and he proposed to me and I dumbly said yes. Things were moving way too fast but I was 'in love' and didn't care and ignored the marching red flags in my face."

Elias tilted his head. "Pardon but why would he wave red flags in your face? That seems like a rude thing to do."

"It's a figure of speech. It means I was ignoring his suspicious behavior." You scowled harder glaring in rage at the floor. "I didn't find out anything UNTIL the wedding which he never showed up too until everyone already left! Then I find out not only did he already have a boyfriend or girlfriend the entire time we dated, but the only reason he shoved love down my throat was because that person found out and broke up with him and he thought he could force himself to actually like me! So not only did he actually not like me to begin with, he also lied to me, cheated on me, made me look like an idiot in front of literally everyone, made me feel terrible for a really long time, and then humiliated me even more by revealing that I wasn't even the center person. I was the side piece!"

Elias looked a mix of disgusted and angry placing a hand to his chest. "What a rat! He wasn't even man enough to call it off before your ceremony! If he ever as so much as even talks to you again-"

You held up a hand. "Relax. He transferred to a different university two weeks after that. Taylor really gave him an earful in the cafeteria though, nearly got us kicked off campus. I haven't seen him in almost three years... Taylor was there for me the entire time. He might be stubborn and annoy me a lot with his antics..but he's a really good friend."

In fact he was probably the only one who was there for you during the time after. The only one who waited as long as you did waiting for Ian who never showed up-

Tears streamed down your cheeks hot and blurry from all the running make up. You only looked up when footsteps came up beside you and you jumped when a dozen napkins were pressed into your face.

"Here. Your make up is running all over your face."

Through blurry eyes you looked back up to Taylor and snatched up the napkins from him. "G-Gee! I w-wonder *hic* why!" You glared at him through the hiccuping and messy make up.

Taylor held up his hands. "I didn't mean to step on your toes, Bud. What happened?" His gaze temporarily turned to the venue. "I guess he called off the wedding huh?"

"H-He *hic* cheated on m-m-me," you somehow managed to choke out.

"WHAT?!" His head snapped to you so fast it might've went flying if it wasn't attached to his neck. 

"H-He s-s-said that h-he L-Loved his ex a-and I w-was..."More tears were already replacing the ones that spilt out of your eyes as Taylor scowled.

"He did that!? I can't believe it! UGH! I knew it! I KNEW HE WAS BAD NEWS!!...Bud, c'mon." A hand awkwardly patted your back. "Are you alright?"

"I w-wanna go home.*Gasp* I j-just w-wanna go home."

"Yeah. Yeah...I-Ill drive you home. We can get some pizza from that cheap joint down the street a-and we'll just eat all the grease our stomachs can handle. Sounds good?"

"Well fear no longer, for that snake shall never know a ceremony like ours." You were jolted out of memory lane to Elias close again and taking your hand in his. "I'm quite eager for our ceremony. I think it'll be something glorious. I've always wanted a grand wedding, and to think I'll be marrying someone as lovely as you. Come. I have much to show you."

There really was no more stalling it was there? You didn't say anything. There wasn't really any good excuses to make anymore as Elias made his wants clear. You only silently nodded with a sigh and took your time slipping on your uncomfortable heels again and slowly stood up only for Elias to kindly hold up the bouquet you carried with you all night. Right. Wouldn't want to forget about that you guessed. You only gave a sad smile when you took it, and then Elias tugged you towards the doorway. The sounds of your heels echoed throughout the halls, mocked and laughed at by the rain outside. The annoying front of the veil once again covering your face as if it was in a last ditch effort to hide your uncertainty unease. He lend you down the stairs one last time, your new accessories adding weight to your body.

"Soon we shall be wed, my darling Y/n, and we'll have the rest of eternity together. Are you excited?"

"Oh. I certainly am speechless, and feeling a lot of emotions at once." 

That wasn't a lie and your answer seemed to please him. He lead you to the bottom of the stairs back in the foyer careful not to let you trip on anything before strangely leading you to a door you hadn't seen before behind the stairs. He let go of you to float over, place one hand on the doorknob, and smiled back to you.

"Are you ready, my love? I have worked tirelessly to prepare the old ballroom for our ceremony, and while we may not have any guests, I do hope that you'll be pleased."

Your throat felt tight. Where was Taylor?! He should've been here by now! There was barely anything to stop this now and if you declined then you weren't sure what to do. Elias wouldn't force you into marriage, you know that, but the entire situation was too difficult for a true answer.

"I'm sure whatever you did will look beautiful, Elias. Y-You worked really hard on it a-and that's all that matters," you could barely force out to be polite.

He lit up. "Excellent. Then without further ado."

With that he pushed the doors open.

[leonenjoyer69]

Wanted to ask something about your bbg Elias, s there any difference between his face shape to Robert's the way Edward is different from Henry?👀

Been a while since I've last read your fic about Elias (two weeks in total but MAN those were some ling weeks-) so I might be forgetting stuff or small details about it cmdbcjbdksbxksbd

Don't worry, I forget things about my own fics very quickly 💀 I need to reread it and pump out the next chapter already, no matter how much I may dislike it. Also, honestly I've rambled and come up with so much stuff seperately from the story that I don't even remember what lore has been included in it! I just know there's really not much at all 💀 But!!! Yes there are differences! Uh, more below the cut cuz I'm gonna include art and stuff lmao

Okay, so, first of all, Elias's face is less round than Lanyon's, and a bit shorter. basically, his jaw is a bit more refined and also less chubby than Lanyon's, I guess. You know how hyde's face is shorter and chubbier/rounder than Jekyll's? Yeah, well, since Lanyon's already got his cute chubby cheeks, I figured Elias could lose some of that, he's still got very squishable cheeks tho, lil fella :3

otherwise, other facial differences include:

-lighter freckles, but still definitely visible, and he may have more than Lanyon

-lighter(?), less saturated skin

-usually has more of a flush on his cheeks

-less round eyes, generally have a more squinted look, since he's more sensitive to light (blue and green eyed gang with a sensitivity to light, rise up!)

-eyebags/sunken eyes

-hair is a pretty obvious one, they have completely different hair types (what those types are I couldn't tell you tho) and colors (and lengths, obviously)

-more scrunched up nose, basically always has that line between his eyes on his nose. kinda gives a small feeling that he's always a little disgusted, though people kinda got used to it as his usual appearance.

-funky lil eyebrows! They kinda end like Jekyll's do, with the little squiggle, but way less extreme and more up than down, if that makes sense? (pic of him bald for ref lmao) this is something that usually doesn't get noticed I feel because of how his hair covers them

-when front facing, he has the same lil nose thing that Lanyon has, that goes over the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. He's also just inherently got this insanely sad look I suppose 💀

And then there's,,,, this one. Uh, his body is far more lithe than Lanyon's, and his ribs show a bit. His freckles also span his chest and back and shoulders like Lanyon's do. His collar bones and such are also more present

OTHERWISE, for comparisons, this is,,,, one of the 3 times (basically) I've drawn Lanyon, and I don't really like it ngl, messed up the eyes too much, but some of the differences should kinda be visible.

Otherwise, there's also this piece--

Where I like how Lanyon looks and kinda,,, don't like how Elias looks, bc I kept messing up HIS eyes and mouth 💀 literally the best Lanyon I've drawn tho, shout out to this Lanyon specifically 🗣️🗣️

Anyways!!! Yeah!!! They certainly have their differences, as well as their similarities, I love my babies so much and I really really need to update my fic... Once the English language returns to me. Thank you for the ask, and I'm glad you enjoy my story and characters :D

[nepoupdates]

okay, sylvia & chamber. i have a list of my favorite couples, care to give your honest opinions about these parings ? lari & knox, lulu & sofia, toby & tayo, ace & percy, ace & paige, paige & harlowe, hunter & safiye, josie & cami, teagan & elias and aika & james. do you ship any of these ? if not, who would you rather see together ?

 your  definition  of  couple  greatly  differs  from  mine  since  some  of  them  aren't  technically  together  .  but  fine  .  chamber's  a  little  busy  so  you're  only  getting  my  opinions  on  the  matter  .  read  more  under  the  cut  .   ( @lcrissas , @nepohtism , @racingfm , @flowcrbcds , @daydreamsfm , @delicatlueur , @concertaes , @paigeisms , @harlcwes , @bittcrfms , @safiyez , @teagvns , @strawbaieri , @jmesisms )

lari  &  knox  :  they're  hot  together  ,  i'll  give  you  that  .  one  is  a  successful,  career-driven  person  and  the  other  is  just  ...  a  man  .  you  want  the  truth  ?  they're  a  couple  that's  better  off  not  being  together  .  not  just  for  the  sake  of  everyone  but  for  each  other  .  after  the  whole  valentine's  day  fiasco  ,  i  think  lari  deserves  better  .  #freelari  .

lulu  &  sofia  :  they're  cute  .  i  already  said  they  have  potential  and  i  don't  like  repeating  myself  .  as  chamber's  mentioned  ,  sofia's  far  better  suited  for  lulu  than  bel  .  i  ,  myself  ,  have  to  agree  .

toby  &  tayo  :  good  for  them  ,  i  guess  ?  is  this  really  news  ,  though  ?  i  thought  they'd  been  dating  for  a  while  and  FINALLY  decided  to  let  the  public  in  on  their  little  secret  .

ace  &  percy  :  i  do  not  care  .  this  whole  '  will  they  ?  won't  they  ?  '  gets  old  .  ace  gets  around  and  percy  ?  does  anyone  actually  know  anything  about  percy  ?  you  know  ,  other  than  the  fact  that  there  is  clearly  something  going  on  between  her  and  ace  .

ace  &  paige  :  they  don't  even  feel  like  a  couple  .  you  know  how  i  say  monogamy  is  dead  on  the  upper  east  side  ?  ace  and  paige  are  what  i  mean  .  there  is  nothing  serious  about  these  two  and  it's  VERY  clear  .

paige  &  harlowe  :  i  could  get  behind  this  .  harlowe  seems  like  the  type  to  balance  out  paige  .  i  know  they've  been  spending  a  lot  of  time  with  one  another  so  only  time  can  tell  .  paige  is  a  wildcard  so  harlowe  needs  to  watch  out  .

hunter  &  safiye  :  at  the  risk  of  repeating  myself  ,  safiye  run  .  you're  far  too  pretty  to  add  stress  to  your  plate  in  the  form  of  a  man  .  i  ship  hunter  with  therapy  and  safiye  with  anyone  that's  not  hunter  .

josie  &  cami  :  risky  .  from  a  purely  physical  standpoint  ?  they'd  look  good  together  .  however  ,  it's  a  little  too  awkward  for  me  considering  cami  dated  josie's  COUSIN  at  one  point  in  time  .  but  i  guess  if  cami  wants  to  keep  it  in  the  familly  ...  

teagan  &  elias  :  there's  nothing  i  love  more  than  a  woman  insulting  a  man  to  humble  him  .  they  could  work  .  i  think  they'd  look  good  as  a  couple  but  i  am  standing  FIRM  that  teagan  ,  rosalind  and  josie  would  make  a  great  throuple  .  as  for  elias  ?  i'm  going  to  need  him  to  stop  falling  in  love  with  his  close  friends  .  thanks  .

aika  &  james  :  if  aika  is  looking  for  a  pretty  face  and  dedication  then  i  think  it  works  .  they  kinda  give  me  golden  retriever  and  black  cat  energy  but  maybe  that  has  to  do  with  james'  personality  making  everyone  seem  like  a  black  cat  in  comparison  .  i  ship  it  purely  on  the  basis  that  they  will  be  the  LEAST  dramatic  couple  on  this  list  .

[elysiumxii]

Narrowing down your options to only those that you find cute, who of your muses is the cutest? Please rank them from most to least! 🤭

/ only the cute ones?! well boy do we have some choices!

cutest is cherry. he has no competition really. no matter the verse, no matter the time or place he hasn't ever not been sweet as pie. most likely to put his hand in a dragons mouth to help pull something out from between it's teeth. naïve? yes. but its kept him safe so far because even big nasties can't help but fall for that cute face!

cory next. on par with cherry on dumb-dumb cute only... he's a bit of a nympho. chubby cheeks, belly rolls and squishy thighs! omg i just want to e a t him he's so deliciously adorable. only where as to cherry a kiss on the cheek would bring out a blush, cory like to give blow jobs, so i have to knock off some points for being a bit of a slut.

the other puppy, mill, then is next. similar to cherry with his sweet, virgin vibe and honestly just wanting to help everyone they meet... but he also has his own demons he's running from and kinda loses cuteness points by not knowing how CUTE HE IS! he just thinks he's the beige friend with hair that's too flat and he lacks the adventurous spirit of the other two. he just wants to hide and keep living his plain existence under the radar. will i let him? no.

next would be helios. he has a little more bite to his bark and a past behind him as a reality bending titan, but he's put all of that behind him and now it's just good vibes only. unless you get him jealous... then he will scorch with the heat of a thousand suns. he loses cuteness points by being high key terrifying when he's jealous. not mad, jealous specifically. he is kind, calming and fun though! (he also loses cuteness points if anyone looked in to what he was like before and just couldn't do the mental gymnastics of how that 6ft+ behemoth of a sun god because this itsy witsy little freckle faced cutie!)

bunny boy next. elias. a literal bunny so he has to be on the list. only reason he's down here is because he doesn't want to be cute... but he is. because he's 5ft nothing and a b u n n y! he's scrappy and he'll fight, he knows what he wants and wont let anyone think they're the boss of him... but also he wants nothing more than to have a bonded warlock and sleep curled up in their pocket all day as they walk around and go on adventures together! so.. he is kinda adorable and has to live with it.

lastly nixus and honey - they're all pretty little things but i think they're more pretty then cute but its all subjective! honey, street kid kinda cute looking for a home and nixus, sweet book nerd type... they got cute kudos too!

honourable mention then to bae, because though he be DUMMY THIQQ, he is a cutie in my eyes. lol imagine if they were all stood in a line it would be like... little little little LORGE little little little... LOLOLOL

[giraffeonstrike]

Now that I've read through Ukrainian Giraffe and this one, I have a couple questions for you:

What was it like to grow up with immigrant parents? Anything stand out as particularly bad or particularly good? Funny?

What did your family really think about you marrying your wife after only a short time?

Will you ever post a photo of yourself here? Of your kids?

Hello my friend, thank you for reminding me of Ukrainian Giraffe. I kind of forgot I had it before this one!

Okay, so your questions...

Growing up with immigrant parents, I feel now that it was an interesting experience and has shaped my life in good ways. But at the time...I felt pulled between American life and Slav life, even though there were lots and lots of Eastern Europeans where I grew up. Our food was weird, our customs were weird, and much was said about it which is hard for a child to deal with. I was gangly, wore glasses, struggling with English for a while because my parents always spoke Ukrainian to us at home...it was an all around mess 😆

But not bad, I turned out okay, I still feel much more Ukrainian than American and it's just how I am. My wife thinks it's cute so I'll just keep leaning into it. Funny related story: I went through school being called Elliott by most of my teachers and non-Slavic classmates because of the way my parents and the other Eastern European kids pronounced Elias/Eli (Ell-EE-ahs/Ellie) and I *still* say my name differently depending on who I'm talking to.

About my family, how they feel about how quickly I married my wife: after my first wife they were just so glad I found someone legitimately openhearted and kind who was always nice to me no matter what was going on and who was looking. My mother asked me once, very early on, "well aren't you going to marry her?!" so I will assume she's always been okay with it.

As for a photo of me, I'm so sorry but never. Even more never than a photo of me is any photos of my kids. My oldest son uses social media and the photos he posts are his business and up to him but I will never be the one potentially invade my kids' digital privacy. If Tumblr still exists in 16 years, maybe the babies will post themselves...

Thank you for your questions!

[the-rat-house]

It became clear immediately why Peter had not wanted Galacta to meet Elias.

This man was a menace.

"I have to applaud you, Peter. You've actually managed to catch me off guard."

Peter rolls his eyes, Galacta fluffing up slightly. While Peter was used to those sharp eyes staring straight into his soul, Galacta was not. Being so seen, especially when he was just finally accustomed to being in the Lonely?

Of course it'd feel like some sort of vile intrusion.

"Elias." Peter says in disinterest. "This is the newest member of the Tundra's crew."

"Galacta." The knight says, trying to not let off just how uncomfortable he felt here. It wasn't just Elias - though the man definitely was a big part of it - but this place in general. Peter had warned him that they would be stepping directly into the Eye's territory, but it was not nearly enough to prepare him for just how bad it was.

It made Galacta realize quite quickly that what he missed wasn't attention, but genuine company.

"A pleasure to meet you, Galacta." Elias says. "Unless that was just some trick Peter taught you and you are just a glorified parrot."

"I am as sentient as either of you." Galacta snaps.

Elias raises his hands defensively. "My apologies."

Galacta huffs, but has no way to turn away from the man; finding a way to properly perch on Peter's shoulder had been a hassle already.

The conversation from there of course went on to asking Galacta questions. Where he came from, just what was he exactly, why he had stayed with Peter's crew... all questions that he had been prepared to answer.

But this was where he learned first hand about that ability Peter told him about. How Elias could ask questions and you just... had to answer. It was like he was reaching into your mind and plucking the words straight from it, whether you wanted to speak or not.

Being this seen felt bad. But having his mind supernaturally violated like that was sickening.

Galacta had to excuse himself from the conversation. While he obviously couldn't just roam around the Archives - the workers there were not in any way ready to meet him - he was allowed to look around Elias' office while the two humans chatted.

He wasn't particularly interested in anything they were talking about. It wasn't about him, and the decades of history these two didn't matter to him in the slightest. But the office wasn't all that interesting either. Oh sure, there were some books and little knick knacks that stuck out a bit and caught his attention for a moment or two! But overall...

It was just an office. Boring. Even though he knew the Tundra inside and out by now, the familiar old ship was still more interesting than this. There was probably some interesting secrets that were hidden away, but he had no intention of poking around and having Elias' attention on him again.

Of course, he wouldn't be so lucky. Taking a seat in one of the chairs, Galacta removed his mask to rub away some smudges of dust from the visor. The next moment he could feel Eyes directed at him, and then a chuckle that was clearly meant to be a smothered laugh.

"You are absolutely adorable." Elias comments, the same way one would say to a young child, and Galacta grits his teeth. What the hell was it with humans and their blatant disrespect for 'cute' things?

"I'm also a grown man who is far older than either of you." Galacta glares at Elias as he speaks. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child."

The two humans both chuckle, and Galacta grumbles under his breath as he puts his mask back on. If only he knew more about the people and entities he was dealing with, he could put them both in their place. Instead he has to bite his tongue and just flex the irritated tension in his wings away.

"I'm going back to the Tundra." Galacta tells Peter before either human can make further comments. With a flap of his wings, mist surrounds him, and he has stepped off the chair onto the ground of his cabin on the ship.

Being able to leave areas that easily was nice, at least.

[itsohh]

Four Red Bows

A/N: G/N reader, no need to apologise hun! This was pretty cute of an idea ngl.

Word count:  2440

Warnings: None

AO3

Now, giving gifts wasn't the hardest thing to do on base. If it were to be Christmas or a birthday most operatives would take one with ease, most would be over the moon to receive something. But Maxim wasn't most people, and it certainly wasn't in a platonic way. However, hiding a gift can be a little dangerous- especially in a military operation. The threat of a bomb and unmarked packages were very much a red flag and would be disposed of immediately without hesitation.

Then there was the situation of course of getting said object into subjects said possession without crossing personal barriers or violating code. Well- too many codes. His assigned locker was the perfect place. Typically they weren't locked, only holding someone's clothes and gear and nothing personal so you wouldn't need to break into anything and without cameras in the locker room, it made the task rather easy.

A knife. A thick, sturdy but balanced knife. One specific for hunting, it wasn't decorative in any manner. A reliable hunting knife has been your first gift. At the time, it has been your intent to be the only gift. You had seen it while out shopping and immediately thought of him. It was a good knife. With a small little bow on it, you left it in his locker and finished without a trace.

-

This is not my knife. It was the first thing that came into his head as he looked in the locker, sweat covering him from a day of training he stared at the object, the red little bow mocking him in a manner as his brain raced to catch up. "What's the matter, Maxim?" Timur had been the first to pick up on the Russian's unsure expression,. Or moving. Slowly Timur peered over Maxim's shoulder, clothes and towel in hand in preparation for a shower. "That's a nice knife."

"What's a nice knife?" Alexsandr's voice caught up and his head soon peered over Maxim's shoulder. Curious by his teammates, Shuhrat too found himself looking into Maxim's locker.

"It is a nice knife." Shuhrat agreed.

"Who's it from?" Timur asked as he went to touch it.

"I don't know." With that Alexsandr's booming laugh cracked through the air, if they weren't so used to it, they would have all jumped at the sudden sound.

"Looks like Maxim has a secret admirer! Just like American high school films." Clothing was yanked from the locker and it was slammed closed, he didn't want to deal with Alexsandr as he sorted out his thoughts.

"Perhaps it's just a gift. A token of appreciation from a friend. " Timur hummed as Maxim turned away from them.

"If you're unhappy with it, I can take it off your hands." Alexsandr teased as the man walked off.

"No."

–

At first, Maxim presumed it had been from Finka, perhaps a jab or a reminder of their shared incident. However, after her shrug and denial, she was crossed off the list. She was more likely to dote over Alexsandr anyway. Time dwindled away and you really hadn't intended to give him another gift, really. Yet it was exactly what he needed. Somehow, Elias manage to hit exactly hit his drill during combat. And while he had a spare- it wasn't very good.

Drills are, of course, rather expensive. Especially high-quality drills. Maxim didn't really need an overly fancy drill though, he only used one drill bit. It needed to be durable but lightweight, able to see high usage but not be a hindrance. You, however, just happened to find the perfect drill. With a red little bow, it was placed in his locker.

–

The second gift confirmed his suspicions. That it wasn't a one-time thing. Again after training, he found himself staring at the bright red bow. Timur was the first to notice. "Another knife?" He shuffled over to peer over Maxim's shoulder. The spoken knife had been put to good use- it was a nice knife.

"Didn't you need a new drill?" Timur hummed drawing Shuhrat and Alexsandr over. Curiosity got the best of Marius who happened to be nearby and he too wandered over to the scene. Timur shuffled to the side slightly to give Marius a view.

"Oh, a drill, who's it from?"

"Don't know."

"He doesn't know."

"Dunno."

"An admirer."

Maxim, Shuhrat, Timur and Alexsandr spoke all at the same time getting the man up to speed.

"It's a DeWalt, so whoever it is, they certainly care about you. Or perhaps just hates the chunking sound your current drill makes."

"Your replacement  drill sounds shit?" Timur asked.

"You can hear it from the other side of the location." Alexsandr chuckled. "Whoever it is, they are certainly giving us defenders a gift by not listening to such a shitty sound anymore."

"What are you planning to do about the situation?" Shuhrat asked as he saw the cogs turning in Maxim's head.

"If it's a game they wish to play I will certainly humour them if they can get past my defences first." The locker was closed shut.

"You're going to trap it?" Marius gave him an inquisitory look. "Do you not like the gift?"

"Nothing harmful, just a little paint. Let's see who this person is."

–

So ended the recollection of Marius's explanation of the situation. Silently you swore as your mind started to tick away. While you had access to small emp's, they would of course alert people to the situation. Maxim would be constantly using the locker so if he were to trap it, it would need an easy way to get past it. All you needed to do is get past it. That of course was only a problem for future you on the odd occasion that you did find something.

A blade sharpener. One that he could even use on the small spade that often found itself strapped to his back. This time you wouldn't be able to do it alone, this you knew. It was a risk asking for help, especially from someone so new to Rainbow but you had to take the risk. Ana was quiet as you explained the situation and her eyes flickered to yours when you finished.

"I see."

"I know it's not proper use of equipment-"

"I will help you." Her words weren't entirely a surprise but a grin spread across your face regardless.

"Really?"

"Think of it as a bonding exercise for the pair of us." Ana didn't have too many friends on base yet and considering you were another Ghost alongside her, she figured it would be good to gain rapport with you.

So when the pair of you crept into the locker room her glasses lit up. Without your gear, you didn't have any way to get her pings so she opted to explain them.

"There are two traps in here. One at the top and one at the bottom. They connect to an electrical trigger over here so when the door opens it goes well, everywhere."

"Is there a way to disable it?"

"Seems like there's a disarm button right at the back side near the door hinge but-"

She stopped your hand from moving towards it, your eyes landing on hers as the yellow light died from the glasses. "There's a camera inside. One of Meghan's." So it seemed that Maxim too had called in a couple of favours. There were only two people in Rainbow who could get past cameras undetected. Chul Kyung and Nøkk. Chul Kyung definitely wouldn’t help you but Nøkk… Nøkk was a possibility. “Alright, thanks, Ana.”

“So what's your next option?” She leaned on the locker next to Maxim’s, Timurs locker.

“I’m going to see if Nøkk will help me out.”

“Is she the type to?”

“She's always up for some good fun.” And she can keep a secret, but that was a trait that everyone in Ghosteyes had.

–

She laughed, genuinely laughed when you asked her. “So it's you!” It was impossible to see her expression as you weighed yourself on your feet.

“So can you help me?” With glee in her voice, she nodded. “Thanks, Nøkk, I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it, to know who Maxim’s little secret admirer is enough.” You visibly cringed at the way she said it which caused her to laugh a little harder.

“Ugh don’t say it like that…”

“Why don’t you just give it to him? He's not one for beating around the bush, you know what he's like.” She asked curiously.

“Ah where's the fun in that?” You shrugged as the pair of you walked. The locker room was completely clear when you arrived and you pulled the gift out of the hidden spot in your own locker.

“Nice.” You placed the object in her hand and went to the side of his locker where the traps had their disarmer. She evaluated the item and you clicked the trap off. Ever so slowly Nøkk started to open the door, careful for any more traps while her ability ran. When nothing triggered she placed the sharpener and closed the locker with a click. The trap automatically reactivated and she gave you a thumbs up.

“Don’t worry, if someone comes asking, your secret is safe with me.”

–

“You have to give it to them, their certainly dedicated.” Timur popped up.

“At least now you get to find out who it was.” Alexsandr towered behind them.

“Time to take a visit to Meghan?” Timur gestured towards the small camera inside.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to keep that by the way, I could use a new sharper-”

“Don’t touch.” Maxim slapped away Timurs hand. Like a trail of ducks after their mother, the three Spetsnaz operatives made their way towards Meghan's dorm room, picking up Shuhrat on the way. After a brief knock, she opened the door and paused.

“Ah, you want to check the security footage.” She eventually realised and nodded. Meghan opened the door up for the group of them, allowing them to come into the room. Her laptop was opened up and they all settles behind her, Shuhrat the furthest away sitting on the bed. Maxim was the closest, leaning over her with Timur while Alexsandr was on the other side.

“So what are you going to do when you find out?” Timur asked.

“Depends on who it is.”

“Ah, is there a certain someone you are hoping it's from? Is a romance brewing?” Maxim stayed silent at Alexsandr's taunt.

“Alright let me just fast forward a bit.” Meghan hummed and all eyes were on the screen. Shuhrat hopped up and found his place next to Alexsandr. “Here.” She pressed play and they watched as the trap was deactivated and the door opened. To nothing. The gift floated into the locker and the door closed again. Alexsandr howled out a laugh, slapping his hand on his head and taking a step back. He doubled over as Maxim’s face went sour.

“Your friend is a ghost it seems.” Timur hummed, a smile on his face.

“Or perhaps it's Vigil or Nøkk’s work.” Meghan piped up and Maxim looked down towards her- it was a lead.

–

Chul Kyung and Nøkk had ended up as a dead end. Chul Kyung didn’t seem to know anything about it and Nøkk wouldn’t budge. Only claiming that it wasn’t her who purchased said gifts. Maxim upped his traps, opting for a non-electrical trigger around the Christmas season but nothing else came. He didn’t see that red little bow again. Soon it was pushed to the back of his mind, on the odd occasion Timur or Alexsandr would bring it up- Marius even asked about it but there weren’t any more leads. It wasn’t on his mind as he chilled in the corner of the room with Timur.

Neither of them particularly enjoyed the crowd rather preferring the corner while they kept up appearances. Neither of them would stay for too long, leaving as soon as it was socially acceptable to do so. Their conversation soon came to an end when he caught a glance of you- a smile on your face as you waved at him. You seemed to be heading towards the deck that look out on the facility. “I’m going to grab some air.” He mumbled to Timur and found himself making his way outside, the cool air hit his skin but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Care for company?” He asked as the door shut behind him, the curtain concealing them from any prying eyes.

“Be my guest.” You hummed as you leaned over the rail. Despite your calm exterior, he could see the tensness that overtook your shoulder and it had him narrow his brows slightly. “Parties not your thing either?” You eventually spoke up after a moment.

“Never have been.” He was pretty sure you already knew that though, it hadn’t been the first time the pair of you had hidden away from a party together. Looking down away from him, your hands fumbled for a moment and you took a deep breath. “It's not in your locker but I do have one final gift for you.” Your voice was quiet and he could barely hear it over the ambient sound of the muffled party behind him. He stayed still as you turned to face him, your eyes glancing up for a moment. Maxim followed your eyesight to above him where a small plastic mistletoe hang, the familiar red bow attached to it.

Before he could say anything your lips were on his cheek. A soft, sweet kiss in his distracted state. As quickly as it happened you went to leave but his hand snapped out and grabbed onto your wrist. “It was you.” His voice was under his breath and he pulled you close with a sudden yank. Maxim’s other hand gently caressed your face in a softness that you never would have expected from him. Then, his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow but certain, slowly tasting each other for the first time. Surprisingly his lips were rather soft, moulding against your own as your eyes shut.

Slowly his lips parted from yours, from the first of many shared kisses to come. “Thank you, for the gifts.”

“Saw them and thought of you.”

“I have to ask, how did you do it the third time?”

“Ana lent me her eyes and Nøkk lend me her hands.” He hummed at your response, it made sense. Then once again his lips were on yours, a smile on his face. His favourite gift of all the ones you had given him.

[dragonsfromthemoon]

Just because Rhaegar told Elia that 'There must be three heads' doesn't mean that she would have known anything and everything that is there to know about Rhaegar's prophecy. An intelligent woman would have smacked Rhaegar on his head and said to take his head out of prophecies and asked him to deal with his deranged father instead.

Also, is it realistic that anyone in their right mind would ask their husbands to go and humiliate them in front of the entire Seven Kingdoms ??? Not happening. Besides there are Rhaegar fanatics who blame Elia for his pursuit of Lyanna, actually thinking that Rhaegar absconded with Lyanna because of Elia's failures.

Such claims of Elia showing the greenlight to Rhaegar/Lyanna relationship doesn't necessarily makes it better. That would naturally have Elia dirtying her hand with the start of the war and sent ten thousand Dornishmen off to die, including her own uncle.

Babies are cute yes, but let me ask you one question. If you were ever placed in a situation where you have to choose between your own child or some other child of a friend/stranger, who would you choose ? You could only ever save one of them ? Who would you choose or anyone else ? I pray that no one find themselves in such a situation but everyone is going to save their own child. No matter how cute the other baby is, or how important the other baby is, to a parent their offspring comes first. And as such Elia would naturally prefer her children over Jon.

Besides Jon is in a position where Daemon Blackfyre exactly was. And there was a Blackfyre rebellion in the recent memory with Maelys the Monstrous. People can say, Elia is of Dorne and Dornish don't hate bastards and such, but is that how Myriah Martell's mindset would have been when Daemon Blackfyre was hoping to murder her sons and usurp their claims ?

Elia is a Dornish princess, on her way to become queen, and the Dornish have never been popular in Westeros. She can't afford to look despised, cuckhold, weak or naive. Especially if she wants what is best for her children, which definitely wouldn't be allowing a threat to their throne go around freely.

Anon, the truth is that we do not know the extent of what Rhaegar told Elia. How much she knew of his plans. We could argue back and forth all day; we would be merely speculating and having our own biased headcanons. However, let’s work with the canon material we have to build an argument.

ONE. By the way, the scene you mentioned is ambiguous in itself, because it happens to be a vision in the House of the Undying. Dany herself cannot be sure who Rhaegar was addressing.

"Will you make a song for him?" the woman asked. "He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire." He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany's, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. "There must be one more," he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. "The dragon has three heads." He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way. [Daenerys IV, ACOK]

Here, I even highlighted the passage for you. Not hard to understand we cannot take it at face value, right?

TWO. Rhaegar had plans to deal with his father. The only one who had a pacific way of deposing Aerys, actually, through a Council. 

But if indeed there was a shadow, who was he, and why did he choose to keep his role a secret? A dozen names have been put forward over the years, but only one seems truly compelling: Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone. If this tale be believed, 'twas Prince Rhaegar who urged Lord Walter to hold the tourney, using his lordship's brother Ser Oswell as a gobetween. Rhaegar provided Whent with gold sufficient for splendid prizes in order to bring as many lords and knights to Harrenhal as possible. The prince, it is said, had no interest in the tourney as a tourney; his intent was to gather the great lords of the realm together in what amounted to an informal Great Council, in order to discuss ways and means of dealing with the madness of his father, King Aerys II, possibly by means of a regency or a forced abdication. If indeed this was the purpose behind the tourney, it was a perilous game that Rhaegar Targaryen was playing. Though few doubted that Aerys had taken leave of his senses, many still had good reason to oppose his removal from the Iron Throne, for certain courtiers and councillors had gained great wealth and power through the king's caprice and knew that they stood to lose all should Prince Rhaegar come to power.  [The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring, TWOIAF]

This claim is supported by Rhaegar’s own words, in a conversation with Jaime.

Rhaegar had put his hand on Jaime's shoulder. "When this battle's done I mean to call a council. Changes will be made. I meant to do it long ago, but . . . well, it does no good to speak of roads not taken. We shall talk when I return." Those were the last words Rhaegar Targaryen ever spoke to him. Outside the gates an army had assembled, whilst another descended on the Trident. So the Prince of Dragonstone mounted up and donned his tall black helm, and rode forth to his doom. [Jaime I, AFFC]

So you cannot claim that Rhaegar was not aware of Aerys II’s inaptitude to sit the Iron Throne and did not mean to do something. However, there are three issues regarding Aerys II: 1. TWOIF remarks he had his own supporters, men that hated Rhaegar and wanted him passed in favor of Viserys; 2. he was still the king; and 3. he was still Rhaegar’s father. Rhaegar could not commit treason, nor kinslaying or kingslaying. Those are all taboos in Westerosi society. It was not as easy as we would like to depose a king, who would have imagined, right?

THREE. Rhaegar did not crown Lyanna with the intent of humiliating Elia, as you put it. It is speculated to be a move to curry favor with the lords attending the tourney, especially the Starks and the Baratheons, for his political purpose of deposing Aerys II. 

The cheers of the crowd were said to be deafening, but King Aerys did not join them. Far from being proud and pleased by his heir's skill at arms, His Grace saw it as a threat. Lords Chelsted and Staunton inflamed his suspicions further, declaring that Prince Rhaegar had entered the lists to curry favor with the commons and remind the assembled lords that he was a puissant warrior, a true heir to Aegon the Conqueror.  [The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring, TWOIAF]

And when the triumphant Prince of Dragonstone named Lyanna Stark, daughter of the Lord of Winterfell, the queen of love and beauty, placing a garland of blue roses in her lap with the tip of his lance, the lickspittle lords gathered around the king declared that further proof of his perfidy. Why would the prince have thus given insult to his own wife, the Princess Elia Martell of Dorne (who was present), unless it was to help him gain the Iron Throne? The crowning of the Stark girl, who was by all reports a wild and boyish young thing with none of the Princess Elia's delicate beauty, could only have been meant to win the allegiance of Winterfell to Prince Rhaegar's cause, Symond Staunton suggested to the king. Yet if this were true, why did Lady Lyanna's brothers seem so distraught at the honor the prince had bestowed upon her? Brandon Stark, the heir to Winterfell, had to be restrained from confronting Rhaegar at what he took as a slight upon his sister's honor, for Lyanna Stark had long been betrothed to Robert Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End. Eddard Stark, Brandon's younger brother and a close friend to Lord Robert, was calmer but no more pleased. As for Robert Baratheon himself, some say he laughed at the prince's gesture, claiming that Rhaegar had done no more than pay Lyanna her due...but those who knew him better say the young lord brooded on the insult, and that his heart hardened toward the Prince of Dragonstone from that day forth.  [The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring, TWOIAF]

Well, here we have hints of Rhaegar participation in the jousts and his posterior crowning of Lyanna as a political move (as well as to honor her for The Knight of the Laughing Three). Did it go wrong? Of course! The Starks and Robert were distraught and not too pleased. Rhaegar tried, nevertheless. He thought his gallantry would earn him support for his cause (in comparison to Aerys II’s appearance and overall behavior, mind you). As you might have noticed, we can understand a little more of Rhaegar’s reasons, but not Elia’s perspective on the whole ordeal. However, if she was aware of what he wanted to achieve at Harrenhal, it is safe to conclude a sensible woman such as Elia would not begrudge him for making a move. Again, we cannot be sure about her, because GRRM did not bother to give us Elia’s perspective. It does not even matter, frankly. 

FOUR. The circumstance of Rhaegar and Elia’s relationship was this: a political match made by the Princess of Dorne; borne out of duty, not out of love. However, there was good feelings between them, even if it was not love. Whether she was aware or Rhaegar’s feelings for Lyanna or not, I cannot say. But nothing about her (arranged) marriage, personality and upbringing suggest that she would have raged or hated Rhaegar and Lyanna’s guts because he took a mistress he loved. We have to remember she was a Dornish noblewoman, born and raised in a faux-medieval society. Alliances by marriage were the order; and people had lovers they desired and loved. Her context differs much from ours.

FIVE. The Rebellion (and thus the deaths of thousand of dornishmen) did not start because Rhaegar and Lyanna eloped. It started because of Brandon’s impulsiveness and lack of tactic (shouting for the death of the Crown Prince is a treason, a huge crime paid with death), and because Aerys II not only murdered Rickard Stark, but demanded the heads of Ned and Robert as well. Then Jon Arryn raised his banners in war. It was a situation that got out of control.

SIX. Why are you talking babies? It quite does not have anything to do with the situation at hand. Elia was not put in a situation in which she had to make such a choice for her son’s life (unless you consider Young Griff to be the real Aegon).

SEVEN. Why do you think Jon would have risen in rebellion and comparing this situation to the Blackfyre’s Rebellions? Do you have anything to back up your claim? It seems you have a bias against bastards, quite frankly. And this is a mere hipotetical situation, because we know how the Rebellion ended.

EIGHT. At the end of the day, you seem to forget that, despite of Rhaegar’s relationship with Lyanna, Elia was still his legal wife. She was the mother of his heir, the next queen consort and the second in the line of succession to Dorne. Lyanna’s status highly differs from hers. Unless claimed otherwise on the next books, Lyanna was a lover (a mistress, if you would), with no legal marital status. Again, unless claimed otherwise, Jon would still be a bastard. Even if Rhaegar legitimized Jon to give him the Targaryen name, he would still be the second son, under Aegon in the line of succession. I do not see any lord going against that or tempted to usurp Aegon. Even more so that Aegon had the Targaryen look, whilst Jon does not. I quite doubt a lord would rise in rebellion to supplant the heir ir favor of a Northern-looking boy, in those circumstances. Actually, Viserys was the one to be feared here, not Jon. Because Aerys II’s supports wanted to take Rhaegar and his children out of the line of succession, fearing they would lose power and wealth. Tell me the truth now. Who would have Elia feared: her son’s legitimate and Targaryen-looking uncle or Rhaegar’s Northern-looking baseborn son? I think the answer is obvious. 

[hugheshugs]

bestie i feel like we need to talk about dad!quinn

the way i got this message right after i read that dad!quinn imagine u reblogged 😭 he'd be the best dad ever and my hearts exploding. lets discuss <3

• i feel like he's a total girl dad. like, totally.

• but then again, i also completely see him with a son too.

• obviously gender doesn't really matter but i feel like he would be so cute with a daughter.

• maybe a son and a daughter?

• either way, he'd be an amazing dad. he'd take up all the responsibilities — feeding them, bathing them, changing them, you know it. he'd just love being a dad.

• quinn got your son skating as soon as he learnt how to walk. you were against the idea because you were scared he'd get hurt but quinn assured you he'd be safe.

• quinn would also be extremely careful with both them.

• i feel like he'd be so hesitant to let anyone near them and you'd have to help him calm down before he's just kinda like okay, fine. but if anything happens it's on you.

• and obviously nothing happens but he still stays very protective of them.

• especially the girl because she's his quiet baby. the boy's kinda rambunctious and also a bit of a mommy's boy so it works out perfectly.

• (that doesn't mean he loves him any less, no, it's quite the opposite)

• they both have him wrapped around their tiny little fingers.

• "daddy, can we get some candy please?" your daughter asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. how was he supposed to say no? so of course, he bought her all the candy she wanted and he regretted it that same night when you put him on bedtime duty.

• "can we go skating, please daddy?" your son jumped on the balls of his feet. quinn sighed, setting down the bag of groceries. he loved how much his son loved hockey but sometimes all he wanted to do was take a break from it. however, of course, he ended up at a rink nearly half an hour later.

• his daughter would bring him in for show and tell... yeah. she wouldn't even tell him about it, she'd just ask him to come pick her up from school a little early and quinn wouldn't even question it.

• she'd see him standing outside her class through the tiny window on the door and run outside, dragging him in by his hand. her little hand could only hold two of his fingers, it was adorable.

• "sweetie, what's going on?"

• "for show and tell, i brought my daddy; quinn hughes!"

• his face would be so red and she'd force him to take a seat on the stool in front of the class while he's sending the teacher an apologetic look. but even though she tricked him, he was still proud of her for coming out of her shell simply because she was excited to show off her dad.

• and his son, don't even get him started on that boy.

• he uses every chance he gets to flaunt quinn, especially in front of his hockey team. he never wants you to pick him up from practice, it's always his dad who has to. and even then, he always requests quinn to bring a special guest, like his uncles brock or elias.

• "woah, brock boeser's really your uncle?" his teammate asks in disbelief.

• "mhm," he nods excitedly, looking around for them. "here they come!"

• he quickly skates towards the glass where the pair stands, their eyes widening as more of his teammates follow suit. he does this every time yet quinn never gets used to having the attention on him. brock simply laughs as the little kids bang on the glass, waving at them.

• all in all, they're a pretty crazy trio. him and his kids are like three peas in a pod and he wouldn't have it any other way.