#eplilouge

[chaotic-tired-cat]

"This kind of aftermath comes and goes like tides. I can't promise a pain-free life. I can't promise it'll be okay. But I can promise it will be worth the pain, and for that, I am asking you to endure it." "But what if my world burns again?" "Then I'll be sitting next to you."

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hi! I saw your post that requests are open and I checked out your guidelines! It seems you and I have the same favs

May I request a Hunter x fem!reader, on Pabu, before the eplilouge but after the finale. I don't really have a specific idea, but maybe something like the two of them sitting on a back porch swing or something, watching as their kids play.

Maybe Hunter talking about how he never thought he'd ever have this and couldn't be happier?

Just some heavy fluff and cuddling and babies and anything that makes a fangirl screech.

Don't have an idea for a chapter name, maybe something like "Something Just Like This" idk, I have that song stuck in my head so.

Thats all! Bye!

Something Just Like This

Hunter x Reader

Summary- After getting your happy ending, you spend some needed down time with Hunter. Oh, and your two kids! This is a part 3 to 'Marry Me?' (Could be read by itself)

Part One right here! And Part Two right here!

A/N- Thank you so much for requesting, Hun! Hope you like it! I LOVED this request, happy endings and babies are my fav!!!!

Word Count- 1,804

Your first pregnancy terrified Hunter to the core.

He knew you would make a fantastic mom, that was for sure. He was just worried that he would find fault. Not only that, but the many complications that naturally came with birth, The Empire, if the baby would have a genetic mutation- His list went on and on.

At the end of the day, he was assured by his brothers, Omega, the citizens of Pabu (Especailly the doctors), and most importantly you.

He figured that no matter how big of a so-called, 'screw up' he was, you were there to balance him out. Even though you assured him everyday.

He had actually figured out the pregnancy before you. Almost exactly three years after your wedding, he awoke to an uneasy feeling. He was sure it was his heightened senses. He couldn't place what, but something was different about you.

His mind Immediately went to some kind of illness, were you sick? Did you have a disease? He scared himself.

Upon him intensively listening to your heartbeat, your smell, your feel- he heard it. Coming from your abdomen, undeniably. The most quiet sound he had ever picked up on. Your baby's heartbeat, it was so gentle...

It took only a few minutes of pondering. Wait for you to find out on your own? No, he would feel as if he were lying. Get a doctor to confirm first? No, he was sure what he heard. Surprise you at breakfast? No, he couldn't wait that long.

He took a deep inhale for confidence, then spoke your name. A light hand to your shoulder to wake you.

"Hm?" You called out, now awake, but eyes closed.

"I have something to tell you." His voice sounded almost giddy. Very unlike him. This prompted you to open your eyes.

"What?" You look at him deeply, never getting used to his rugged hair, his dark eyes, his sharp features... You felt so lucky to be married to him.

He bit back a smile, placing a hand just under your belly button. At first, you thought he woke you for a completely different activity.

"Maybe later, I'm tired..."

He gave a deep laugh, "No, no, not that."

"Then what?" You chuckled out, completely ignorant.

He lowered himself, shuffling to his head was at your stomach. "I can hear our baby..."

He presses his cheek and ear flat onto you. "Our baby?" You asked, confused.

To this day, when you both joke about the story, you blame drowsiness for your stupidity.

"You're pregnant, I can hear them inside you..." He pressed his lips down, kissing your belly.

This fully woke you up really fast, realization hitting you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, "I'm pregnant!"

You were overjoyed, a child was something you both talked about for months. It was perfect timing.

Of course Omega would always be your first child, you loved her as if she was your biological daughter. But a baby! This was so exciting for both of you.

You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around Hunter. He easily caught you, his own arms going in for a hug.

With your face pressed into his neck, "Are you 100% sure?" You meekly asked.

"Unless last nights dinner is still alive, I'm definitely sure."

You threw the two of you back on the bed, a fit of giggles and joy overtaking you.

Your sweet baby boy, Tech. Named after Hunters fallen brother.

He looked just like his father, brown hair, deep eyes, a sharp nose. You were a little annoyed that he didn't look anything like you, you were the one who did all the hard work!

You quickly got over it once you saw Hunter hold him for the first time. They looked exactly like father and son. You couldn't be happier.

Tech was now six years old, his personality replicating yours. Oh, and your second child- Kori, was approaching two. Kori was a little more on the rough side, she took after her father in trait. This time, you managed to give her your hair. Though, Hunters deep brown eyes stuck again.

You watched Tech run around with his new toy- a sling shot that Crosshair had gifted him. 'Very fitting....' You thought.

It was calming to watch him set his stuffed animals up, then shoot them off of the fence. A kind of practice range. Worry escaped you, you and Hunter had plenty of land behind your home on Pabu. It was a beautiful green field, a perfect view of the sunset from your back porch.

That is where you sat on your porch swing, keeping a watchful eye on Tech. Kori was getting to the age where she wanted to do things on her own, so you also kept an eye on her as she sat on the wooden porch a few feet to the left of you. She was fiddling with a Lula doll she got for her second birthday.

You busied your hands sewing a blanket, your fingers working mindlessly.

You only turned around when you heard the back door creak open, you needed to fix it- but the squeak meant someone you loved was near. So maybe you wouldn't...

Hunter shut the door behind him, coming up to you.

With the same smile he's had since you two met, he spoke, "Hello beautiful, mother of my children, love of my life, Wi-"

You interrupted him, "No need for flattering, I already said 'I do'." You snickered, pulling your needle up.

"Mhm, and I will spend everyday thanking you for it." He bent down to give you a quick kiss.

Tech, upon seeing his father, rushed up to greet him.

"Papa!" Tech was met by Hunter picking him up under the arms, and spinning him around. You smiled at the interaction, then got back to work sewing.

After a few words exchanged between father and son, Hunter turned to Kori.

"Why don't you take your sister and show her how you play with your new toy." He suggested, Tech bounced over to his sister. It was adorable to watch him grab Kori's tiny hand, slowly helping her up and off the porch.

He settled into the swing next to you leaning back with a sigh.

"How was work?" You asked, like you did every day.

It wasn't truly called 'work.' You had just settled on that term.

"Fine, just a couple citizens arguing." He said, closing his eyes, arms folding across his chest.

"Oh? What about?" You inquired, pressing your needle back into the cloth. You also made sure to peek up at the children.

"Well one didn't understand why certain fruits went out of season- angry we didn't have any Fuji Berries."

You were amused, "Those don't even grow on Pabu."

"That's what I tried to tell him!" He exaggerated. "At least it was a boring day, I'd rather that then something serious happening."

"You mean you don't miss running for your life everyday?" You tease, shuffling so your side touched his.

"Yeah, that'd definitely be fun with two kids in tow." He teased right back.

You were prepared to banter back and forth, but Hunter opened his eyes for a more serious comment.

"Ya know, I still can't believe this..."

He turned and looked you in the eyes, you set your sewing project down.

"Us?" You asked.

"No, well, yes. I mean all of this... Tech, Kori, you, Pabu. We're all safe. Finally... It's almost, weird, if I'm being honest." At his words you leaned to his chest, he welcomed you with an arm around you.

"We're all here Hunter... Because of you... You made this all possible." You reassured him.

He shook his head, "No, you did. No one else could make he half as happy as you make me. You created my two balls of sunshine. You are here with me."

Touched by his words, you lean up for a kiss. His lips meet yours slowly, basking in every second.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum." He spoke, leaning back in for a second kiss.

The second you part you reciprocate his words, "I love you too..."

You reach for his hand that was by your hip, grasping it. "You wanna thank me for something else too?" You smugly asked.

Him, with scrunched eyebrows, "And what is that, princess?"

"Our third baby..." You press his hand flat to your abdomen.

He perks up immediately, "Are you serious?"

With a laugh, you nod your head.

"But, how? I should have been able to hear, I-" It was true that Hunter could probably hear the baby's heartbeat. But you had made sure to have your back to him while sleeping, wake up before him, kept him busy in the mornings, and occupied him with the children as of late.

"I've been very careful at tracking my blood, and I guess you could say Mothers Instinct. I have been through this before." You looked up at him, "Are you happy?"

"Am I happy? Of course! I just... I can't believe you found out before me..." It was true that Hunter prided himself in being able to notice the slightest of change in you. How could he have missed your third child?

"Hey, you knew the first two times. Give me a chance!" You jested.

Despite all of his typical pessimistic thoughts, he pulled you into a tight hug.

"I didn't know it was possible to be happier than I was 2 minutes ago. You always surprise me." He pulled away, only to place both hands on your belly.

You picked up the blanket you had been working on, "I was hoping they could use this when they're born." You hold up the blanket so he could see.

"It's perfect..." He said.

"Do you want a girl or boy?" You mindlessly ask, taking a glance at your son and daughter.

Hunter was too enchanted to register what you had said, he was already lifting your shirt and leaning down to try and hear the baby.

It didn't matter that it hurt his back, he was rewarded when he pressed an ear to you- hearing that 'Thump... Thump... Thump...'

"Hmm?" You question again.

He leaned up. "Sorry, what did you ask?" He kept his eyes locked on your lower stomach, hands now too.

"Do you want another girl or boy?" You press a hand to his head, softly raking his hair.

He thought on it for a moment, "A boy, only for Tech's sake. Omega and Kori already have their run on Tech." He teased, but you knew that Kori at her small age- had Tech wrapped around her little pudgy finger.

"But, I really don't care. As long as they're ours..." He finished.

You still held Hunter tight, just enjoying the intimate moment. "Me too..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I had so much fun writing this! As always, I appreciate all comments and constructive criticism!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

[mantarobin]

uhmmmm rr eplilouge doodles and seer being a silly goober. rr!seer going through it as his only familiarity destroys him and sl!seer being a goofy birdie. I love them both

[mx-autumn]

therapize the guy ur fuckin

as a treat

[sapphiresassenach]

A Far Away Infinity

This is the last regular chapter! There will be an epilogue posted that will tie up some loose ends. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Part 7 // Putting one foot in front of the other //

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6

“Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.”

Ian wiped a tear that was about to fall from the corner of his eye as he finished the last verse of the poem and stepped down from where he stood above the crowd of tenants and friends, reaching to pat Jamie on the shoulder before wrapping a weeping Jenny in his arms as he sat back down to join the rest of the mourners.

She glanced at Jamie, who was looking, not at the casket where his father lie, but at the rolling fields that surrounded them, the ones Ian had so beautifully evoked with his chosen poem to read.

She squeezed his hand tighter in hers and saw a glimmer of a smile grace his lips before the priest began to speak again.

“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.”

“Amen,” the crowd murmured with him and began to stand, to begin the real part of the funeral, the part where everyone remembers and reminisces about the lost soul. The part where the true healing begins.

“Amen,” she whispered to Jamie again, quietly.

Broken from his trance by the beautiful sun set that Brian’s last farewell had been blessed with, he turned and looked down at her.

The look on his face was something she would remember long past their young years together. It was a look she knew that would live in her heart forever, for whenever she needed it. She could simply pluck the memory after every fight, every hardship and have it warm her like the summer sun.

The glistening of his eyes, the curve of his upper lip, the softness of his evening stubble, the way his eyebrows drew together ever so slightly as he met her gaze. It wasn’t until later that she would figure out that was what love looked like in its purest form. The way a lover looks at his love with nothing but his soul echoed in their eyes, ready and eager to share.

“So sorry again for your loss, Jamie. He was a good man.”

“Terribly sorry, my deary. You’ll be letting us know if ye’ll be needin’ of anything now.”

“I ken that yer father had some trouble with the harvest this year, I’ll be here to help ye next…we’ll if yer staying, that is…”

Jamie reached out and shook the man’s hand with as much patience as he had left. “Aye, aye. I will look forward to yer help, MacDonald.”

The man smiled with the same sympathetic eyes that been looking at Jamie the whole day and walked out the front door, leaving Lallybroch to only those who occupy its walls.

All the breath left Jamie as he shut the door behind the man and turned and slumped into her open arms. His stiff body turned boneless as she held him close, rocking back and forth slightly as he finally let himself relax.

“Shh, its over now…everything’s ok,” she clutched him tighter as the façade of the day began to fade and he let himself cry softly into her shoulder. Soundless, but with enough force to shake her.

“What do I do now, Claire? My parents are dead,” his voice cracked on the word dead and she thought it was the first time it had seemed actually real to him.

“You move on. It’s all we can ever do, go forward with the scars from the past.”

He pulled back to look at her, hair disheveled and eyes puffy, “But how, mo nighean?”

It struck her that he was so young when his mother and brother died, he had forgotten how to grieve the recently lost.

“I wish I knew the answer, but putting one foot in front of the other is usually a good place to start.”

She got what she wanted, a little smile threatening to form on his red lips. Instinctively, she reached out and kissed them, relishing in the fact that she could. That he was hers, once and for all.

After she had confessed that she loved him, their relationship became quite easy, as she knew it always would. Jamie was still healing and without the temptation of sex, they let their old friendship bloom into the love it always was destined to be.

The few weeks after he could leave the bed, they walked the fields, hand in hand, as she always had pictured, as she had always ached for.

He told her about life in America and the emptiness he tried to fill with girls who looked nothing like her. She told him about medical school and her relationship with Frank. They cried and screamed and held one another until they were exhausted from feelings. But when the tears dried and the anger stopped, all their ghosts had been vanquished, left behind in the past where they belonged.

Except one, who was soon to be a ghost himself. About a month after Jamie’s accident, Brian took a turn for the worst and she knew there was no coming back from it.

When Jenny’s eyes pleaded with her to dispute the doctor’s words, when Jamie looked at her like a lost child after seeing his father’s ashen face, she wanted nothing more than to be able to reach out and heal Brian Fraser. Not only for himself, but for the children he would soon leave behind, leaving another generation to begin their own legacy.

But she had no words or power to fix what was to be, so all she could do was reach out and cradle Jenny’s distraught form when the news came that Brian had but days left on earth.

While he dozed in a coma like state, Jamie laid his head on his father’s shoulder as he had probably done so many times when he was small and held her own free hand tightly, trying to hold onto to something to get him through it.

Ian watched from the hall, holding his baby daughter and looking at her over the top of her brown curls as his eyes ached for his wife and brother. There was a silent agreement between them at that moment, that they had to hold their Frasers together as their foundation fell apart.

After the day he had slipped into his coma, Brian only woke once more, she hadn’t been there to see it, but Jamie told her that he made his peace.

And whatever that was, she hoped that Jamie had made his as well.  Brian had died two days later, peacefully in his sleep, with both children at his side. She knew he had been ready. The only reason he had to live was to see his children grown and safe, but he had done his job and the call of his wife and other son was too hard to resist.

Now, as she sat with Jamie on the sofa of the big room, she knew that Brian would never really leave, that like the poem read today, he would be forever engrained in this house, in these lands, in his children.

And that’s what finally gave Jamie some peace as he sat with his head in her lap, talking over the last of the whiskey with Jenny and Ian, the children asleep at their feet and the fire crackling in the background.

A peace came over that had been missing for a long while, a peace that can only come when the stress of watching a loved one suffer had finally passed.

They all talked for hours about everything and nothing, about the future and the past until the whiskey was gone and the fire died and all there was left to do was go to bed to wake up and start another day.

“Ach, that feels better,” Jamie moaned a little as she took off his brace to look at his hand the next night in his room. It had healed nicely and he would be able to start his exercises soon. He smiled as she told him such and grabbed her bottom with his good hand, making her jump in surprise.

“Perhaps, I can use this to help my recovery, aye?”

He ducked as she swatted at his head, but noted that her heart started beating a little faster.

Their intimate relationship had been, well, complicated. Jamie had still been incredibly weak and no matter how willing he was to risk injury and relapse, she put her foot down, no matter how much the ache between her legs said otherwise when he would bring her close with his good hand and kiss her so thoroughly and deeply, she could feel it in her toes. They had still shared a bed every night since, but did nothing more than comfort and hold despite the temptation.

And then after his few weeks of recovery, they had been consumed with Brian. There hadn’t been much time to think about much else for Jamie besides grief. He had spent many nights at his bedside, thinking it would be the last.

But every small touch was a reminder about what was between them, they had only loved each other that one night five long years ago. The memory still lived like a flame inside them, resting in burning embers until they chose the moment to reignite the flames into a fire once more.

“Claire?”

Glancing up at him, she saw the promise of those flames in his eyes as his touched seemed to burn through her t-shirt she wore to bed.

“Yes?” She breathed, hoping that he felt the same tingling as he touched her bare stomach.

“I want ye, mo nighean donn,” he whispered into her chest, kissing right above her breast. “Will ye have me?”

Filing her lungs with air she knew she would need, she straddled his lap in almost pure desperation and took ahold of his hair with both hands and pressed an almost painful kiss to his mouth. “Yes…yes I’ll have you.”

Jamie moaned into her mouth and crushed his face to hers, making sure there was no room between their bodies, only friction.

Lost in a daze of desire, she didn’t remember too much of how they got to the bed, just the rasping of his stubble against her face, neck, and chest.

It wasn’t how she had imagined their second time. In those lost years, she thought over and over about how it would be if she ever got to feel Jamie inside of her again. Lost in dreams or thinking of it while lying next to Frank or if Jamie said her name on the phone, reminding her of when he said her name when he came inside her, she would imagine it.

But as his legs eased hers open, she knew that she could have never gotten it right. Her memory wasn’t powerful enough to remember and evoke the feel of his body above hers.

“I ken it, Sassenach,” he said somewhere against her inner thigh, reading her mind as he had done so many times before. “There aren’t words for this.”

He touched her and she writhed against him, eager and wet under his fingers. “This, this…Christ that feels…god…this love, Claire. It’s all I ever want.”

She watched as his face twisted into pleasure in the firelight as she held him, feeling his want and the echo of his words in his body.

Neither able to wait, she arched up enough for him to slip into her a little and she saw stars almost immediately. She cried out against his neck and his breath was hot on hers as their hair entangled and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, bringing him closer.

“God, Claire…ah dhia,” he moaned and arched as she welcomed him deeper, not knowing –or wanted to know – where his body ended and hers began. It felt like the marriage of their skins was merging them together with every thrust.

“Jamie,” she whimpered as he came into her harder, answering her calls and erasing all memory of the others they had been with, leaving them with only the blazing heat of each other.

“Oh, Jamie.”

Tears ran down her face and she felt wetness on his, whether from sweat or from tears. He kissed her tenderly then as he couldn’t be tender with his hips. Neither could she. There was too much to be said in that moment, there were no words, so their bodies talked in the language they had always shared and her thighs trembled in response to his call.

And when his back went stiff and her core shook until they both lay breathless, but finally in possession of each other, after all the years of longing and heartbreak and almosts, they clung and kissed and realized that the future was starting.

And they held the key to that door between them, and no matter what comes tomorrow, there would always be this moment. The moment where they felt their hearts beating as one, giving them both the gift of tomorrow.

Continued here

[fancy-godtier-pants]

so what if godtiers grow out of their mortal skin...

hear me out. we know they age. we Know they age. even if you dont want to use evidence from the eplilouges hs^2 ect. like... no one wants to be 13 forever.

but what if they dont stop aging. what if their immortal souls last longer than their bodies. this then of course (of course) wraps around to hs^2’s rosebot and davebot.

did rose and dave just kinda... skip the morbid bits of being immortal? are the robots actually something of a blessing in that kind of situation?

i dont necessarily like the robo bodies. they feel like a sinister twist to a much nicer reality. but who knows. hs likes its curveballs and i dont really feel like the fight between calliope and dirk is good v evil.

it just sounds like dirk trying to take care of the people he cares about while also letting them make their own decisions for their lives.

i honestly dont know what calliope wants besides keeping the timeline where she hatches on Earth C in the first place...

[crow-caller]

have you really lived if you don’t know this song by heart

[horselover107]

People in the notes keep adding “and Hunger Games” but honestly, no? Because Katniss does end up married to one of her straight love rivals with kids, but her happiness is very much conditional. She suffers severe PTSD still, and that’s made clear. She’s still dealing disabilities and war wounds. Her childhood home, where she’s raising said children, is still a shell of its former self. The love interest she chooses is also dealing with this, and they support each other through their nightmares. Katniss even being able to have kids that aren’t at a high risk of being taken away from her to be killed for amusement is a huge victory for her, and something she was worried about since book 1. But she is still dealing with consequences of everything which is very much not perfect, even though she was allowed some happiness in the form of having a family. A family that likely won’t be rounded up to be killed in front of her. The narrative earned that.

Contrast Harry Potter, where the children are pretty much just there to say “everyone’s happy now, okay?” and there is no direct textual hint that anyone has any lingering PTSD. In fact the opposite, we’re directly told everything is fine now and Harry’s evil detecting scar hasn’t gone off. Everyone has children with awful names. The only other nod to the lingering effect of the war they all faught is that one of those awful names is out of respect to the two people that manipulated Harry the most.

literally the worst way of ending a series is “all the survivors are happily straight married with tons and tons of babies!” 

[i-feel-odd]

The homestuck eplilouges were weird, yo.

Here's my thoughts on them. Spoilers are here, be ready.

I preferred the candy route:

predominantly because the ooc moments seemed intentional and part of the whole narrative collapse thing. It makes sense to me that characters literally controlled by the constraints of a naritive would stagnate in a setting where character development is nigh impossible. The eventual negative developments also make sense, for similar reasons. Meat route was pretty good too, but I'd say less so.

I dislike what they did with jade:

Like yeah, I get the whole lack of boundaries thing was a part of her character, and am totally fine with the non cannon timeline having that become a major negative trait. But I feel they went way to far with it, to the point where she didnt feel like a realistic progression of Jades character.

Really liked how they showed godtiers influence. John producing wind when mad, Jake being literally intoxicating to be around because he radiates hope, Rose seeing far too much making her deathly Ill, the whole dirk thing, thought it was cool.

ABOUT THE DIRK THING:

I didnt mind it. Like, I get the complaints over him being ooc, but that was basically the point? He connected with all versions of himself, making him a combination of all Dirks, Little hal, THE PART OF HIM TRAPPED IN CAL, ect. It makes sense to me that the effects of that would change him. It also explains the Candy route thing. He realized what he was becoming, and took measures to stop it. 100 percent they should've been more gradual with his decay, but all in all I liked his arc.

Jane's the worst:

Her arc makes sense in theory, she was raised to be an evil corporate overlord, but man it could've been done better.

HUSSIE HATES HIS FANS?!?!??!!?!?!

Some people think hussie deliberately made it shocking and dark to hurt the fanbase, which is super dumb. Like yeah its fucked up, but the people acting like it was an act of malice are kinda being dumb.

SO YEAH:

That was the epilouge. Personal liked it, totally get why someone might not. Withthat clifhangery ending we should probably expect more hs content in the future, so I'm hyped for that! Hope HS part two (whenever that comes out) is better written.

EDIT: to clarify by HS I meant Hiveswap and by better I meant than the epliouges