#express delivery yourself and your new family

[centuryberry]

An alternate first meeting between our Yue and Macaque is him using his future hearing, hears about how Heaven is planing to send a bride for Wukong from LOES, goes there to see what's going on and just falls in love with her. Oh, and meeting RinRin and Shanzha.

Maybe when the clan tried the tactic of drugging Yue, she just willing goes along with it as a plan from her aunts and uncle to get out of the lands safely with Macaque tagging along in the shadows as back up.

Bonus;

Wukong : I can't believe I'm forced to get married. Whoever she is, better-

Macaque stepping out of the marriage sedan chair while holding an adorable monkey cub with six ears and big eyes.

Wukong : ... I am suddenly more willing to be a married man.

Awh ❤️ Macaque meeting his family first before taking advantage of the Celestial Express service to get his niece to safety. Meanwhile Shanzha and RinRin are coming over by foot enjoying their honeymoon.

At least no faces are nearly torn off here. Just Yue and her uncle coming into FFM and shattering the Otome Game plot before it began.

Wukong: 😳 I’ll take responsibility! For you and your child!

Macaque: 😣 Dude, I just took the palanquin so Yue wouldn’t be scared! I’m not actually the bride! And Yue’s my niece!

Wukong: Is that a no?

Macaque: …I guess you can take a little responsibility.

Yue: Oh wow, they’re just as fruity as auntie and sifu 👀📸

[damned-punk]

A Small Confession (Katakuri x Reader)

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Content Warning: kissing, fluff

Content Description: gn!reader services Katakuri’s merienda and it develops into something more ♡

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It was approaching the time of day when you’d pick up an order of the most delectably crafted sweets and tea, inspect the order to ensure its accuracy, and then deliver it to its intended recipient. The action was clockwork, a process that had become a fixed part of your day. The responsibility had been placed upon you somewhat unexpectedly, especially considering your original position in Mama’s manor was to care for her youngest children. On one particularly busy afternoon, the usual server for those in higher command was absent and it was abundantly clear that the ever specific order of donuts to be served at a set time each day could not, under most circumstances, be disrupted.

It was intimidating at first, Katakuri wasn’t exactly a conversationalist and you couldn’t ignore the obvious dissonance in size between the two of you. Nevertheless, you always greeted him with kindness and let him know that you hoped he’d enjoy everything. This simple exchange of professional courtesy kept up for several weeks until you noticed that he began to linger just a little longer than necessary, slowly integrating topics of light conversation that surpassed boring details of the weather or news, chipping away at the most interesting components of your personality. At some point you’d began to replay your interactions with the scarved man in your head after each delivery, carefully examining each exchange of words in search of something more.

These increasingly drawn out interactions had allowed you to form a quiet friendship, still maintaining the same routine but with a much different scene following your usual delivery. Katakuri had begun inviting you to sit in on his merienda’s, ordering extras to offer you while he discussed the details of his day and asked about yours. No matter how hard you fended against it, a connection had formed between the two of you and there was little that could be done about the surmounting ripples of longing that had started to crest over your usually rational thoughts. You’d find yourself captivated by his unique features, attempting to remain aware of his insecurities but always looking away with a reddened face when he’d ultimately catch you.

“I’m beginning to think you like what you see.”, Katakuri remarked with a grin and cocked brow, flustering you far beyond the usual boundary.

“And what if I do?”, you played into his hand, a reality that he’d already confirmed as to not make a fool of himself.

“If that’s the case, we should spend more time together.”, he suggested openly, catching you off guard in the best way possible, “Not just like this anymore… I’d like to get to know you, (Y/N).”

“I’d like to get to know you too, Katakuri.”, you smiled up at him, heart pounding and mind swimming with the endless possibilities of what might flourish from his suggestion.

You did exactly that by learning what kind of music he listened to, what genre of movies he enjoyed, the savory foods that he occasionally craved, how his stern expression would soften so drastically behind closed doors, how much he adored his siblings, and how many of his outwardly expressed mannerisms were performative for the sake of the family. You wanted to lift that weight off his shoulders and allow him the space to be himself, free from Mama’s reign and the responsibilities dumped on him as the result of his position as a Sweet General.

There were many facets of Katakuri’s life that were tragic, the constant strain he was under changed the way you viewed the time spent during his merienda. It was an escape, a time and space that he could exist under no specific circumstances. He brought you into that space because you felt comfortable, it wasn’t a chore to interact with you and it gave you such a profound sense of gratitude to be able to witness the innermost parts of his world.

As time went on, things began to take a more intimate turn. He’d lift you to rest in his lap or nestle your smaller frame into the crook of his arm, bringing the two of you closer than you’d initially ever thought possible. It was strange, in a good way, being so close after observing him at a distance for so long. Topics of conversation took a deeper turn in tandem, now consisting of what each of you wanted for the future and how you hoped those things would occur.

“Do you want children?”, you asked him somewhat out of the blue.

“I don’t think so…”, he pondered the thought for a moment, “I don’t mind children, but I don’t think I want any of my own. It’s never been something I’ve envisioned for my life.”

“I see…”, you trailed off, looking away from his face and wrestling with the uncomfortable feeling that his answer left you with.

It wasn’t that you were unsatisfied with his answer, rather it was his overtly dismissive tone of the future. It almost felt like he wasn’t sure he’d even have a future to look forward to which was painfully ironic given his abilities with observation haki.

“Do you think anything really happens for a reason?”, Katakuri asked after several still moments.

“I think that some things do and others are a matter of circumstance. There are too many instances of coincidence for fate to not exist, but the presence of doubt leaves room for error.”, you answered his very loaded question, “Why do you ask?”

He remained silent, studying your face and flickering back and forth between your eyes before setting his gaze in the distance. You shifted your position to rest your back against his front, letting your eyes scan for whatever scene had caught his own. He seemed rather lost in thought, or perhaps he was trying to find the right words to say. You lifted his much larger hand into your own, mindlessly playing with his fingers as a way to let him know you were still engaged in the moment with him.

“I never imagined I’d meet someone like you.”, he stated softly, the deep tenor of his voice reverberating against your back, “I actually saw you making the delivery before the issue with the server’s had even happened and… well…”

“And well what?”, you pressed him, lifting your head upward to meet his gaze.

He was already looking down at you and his cheeks were several shades darker than usual. It was so comical to see him worked up like this, his expression and posture in stark contrast to his usual unwaveringly stoic self. He averted your gaze at the mixture of embarrassment and anxiety that had surmounted his initial security in the conversation.

“I liked what I saw.”, he answered simply, meeting your eyes with a sense of hope.

You couldn’t stop the toothy grin that spread across your face, a bit giggly from how small but sweet his confession had turned out to be. He rolled his eyes endearingly as you leant your head against him, your own cheeks now deepening to match his own. In retrospect, this had been a long time coming. He took your chin between his fingers, taking your breath and leaning down just before your lips. Your heart hammered in your chest, ears nearly ringing from the anticipation. He wanted to give you an out if this was something you were unsure of, the last thing he’d want is to make you feel trapped.

As your hand lifted to sit atop his wrist, he took the opportunity to kiss you. The two of you pulled away at the same time, resting forehead to forehead in a moment of comfortable silence. The certainty and assurance that had developed between the two of you was indescribable, everything about the two of you together felt natural and as though it had always been this way.

“I think I liked what I saw as well.”, you teased him, earning yourself a peck on the forehead, “I like you a lot, Katakuri.”

“I like you a lot too, (Y/N).”, he returned, pointy teeth on full display as he mirrored your affection.

The two of you were a slotted pair, meant to be together and fitting one another flawlessly, Katakuri was the perfect man for you.

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[bebe-writes-stuff]

Hidden Hearts Reunited

A Mikey x reader oneshot (part 1)

-- You were Manjiro's first and closest friend, before Baji, Sanzu, or Draken. You were there. Your mothers were friends, meaning you were destined to be friends either way. You spent every second together since birth, a result of both mothers planning the deliveries on the same day. They realized a distinct difference between you and Manjiro, like night and day; you and Manjiro are polar opposites. Unlike Manjiro, who was always crying and screaming, you were quiet with a cute smile on your little round face. Manjiro would constantly cling onto you, as toddlers, crying louder if you were ever separated. Both mothers gushed at his actions. He would share his toys only with you and sleep peacefully next to you. It was an unbreakable bond between the both of you, from birth --

You walked hand in hand as you made your way to the hospital to visit Manjiro's mothers, who had fallen ill.

"You know, we don't have to keep holding hands, we aren't toddlers anymore." You spoke with a hushed and gentle voice, barely audible only for Manjiro to hear, as you both crossed the street.

"No friggin' way, how else is everyone supposed to know you're mine." He scoffed as if you said something so ridiculous.

"...Manjiro, I'm not a thing to be claimed." You delivered with a straight face.

"I didn't say that, I mean you're my girl. No one else is supposed to hold your hand except for me." The little boy pouted, explaining in a confident, matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, if that means that you're mine also, I don't mind." Your soft voice brought him comfort, as you tightened your little hands grip on his. Manjiro's cheeks flushed with a warm, rosy hue as your words, expressed in a soft and reassuring voice, reached his ears.

"We're here! C'mon, I can't wait to see her!" Manjiro pulled you behind him as he made a beeline to his mothers hospital room.

"Manjiro, we're in a hospital, keep it down!" You whisper shouted at him.

You sat next to Manjiro as he rambled to his mother about how he beat up a couple of new guys, he always counted the days from week to week to tell her about his stories. On the other you examine his mother, somehow, she seemed different, a lot weaker and sickly. Her hands were cold as she brushed them against your cheek,

"How about you, my little angel?" She asked,

"I'm good, but... I miss you. When are you coming back home?" Your tone is gentle, pleasing to the ears, as you leaned further into her touch despite the coldness of her hand.

Without uttering a word in response, she bent down, gently pressing a kiss on your forehead. Then, with a tender gesture, she drew both you and Manjiro into her embrace, casting a meaningful gaze at both of you.

"Promise me something, you two, please never leave each other's side. Manjiro, you're strong, so protect Y/n. And Y/n you're kind and tender, please soften his heart."

"Huh? Mom, what's that supposed to mean?" He whined and pouted, as you giggled at his facial expression.

That was beginning of it all—the pact that bound both you and Manjiro, the curse intertwining your lives.

As memories lingered from that day at the hospital with Manjiro's mother, the promise made to her weighed heavily on your heart as you made your way to the Sano home without anyone's knowledge, especially Mikey, you went to Manjiro's older brother, Shinichiro and grandpa, to break the news, the upcoming move due to family issues. Despite your attempt to stay quiet and secretive, Manjiro overheard, and the news shattered him. What was he supposed to do now with his mothers promise? And you, you couldn't leave. You were with him from day one, literally. The thought made his throat tighten, but what could he do?

Years passed, and life took unexpected turns, finding yourself back in Japan due to the loss of your parents and your sole remaining relative, your aunt, residing in Japan. Involuntarily, the memories of your past resurfaced, a certain ache in your heart also resurfaced. You couldn't shake the question of whether you could find him ever again in the bustling streets of Shibuya. The thought of your first and only friend lingered in your mind, who you never forgot, wondering if fate would bring you together once more, this time, forever.

"What the hell am I thinking, he probably hates me now."

"Y/n!" You heard your aunt call out, as she approached you with open arms. 

Your turned to your caller only for the air to be knocked from your lung with he unexpectedly strong hug, as she continued,

"Oh look at you, all grown up and beautiful!" She exclaimed dreamily.

You smiled, accepting her inviting hug, missing the feeling of being embraced by someone loving, especially after your recent loss.

"C'mon, I made plenty of food at home!" She urged as she grabbed your bags, one in each hand.

"W-wait, let me help, those are kinda heavy-" You reached out to grab one of your bags, but she lightly smacked your hand away.

"What do I look like to you, an old hag?" She picked up both bags with ease.

Woah...she's strong..

You soon realized why she's so strong when you reached her house,

"You live here!" You said, a little shocked by the fancy look home.

"Yep, my earnings from years of hard work." She said walking through the front gate and further inside.

You looked around like a child in a candy store, admiring everything around you. The garden, the nicely mowed grass and bushes. Once you stepped inside, your jaw gapped a little. After a tour of the house, she took you to a room, where the only thing in it was a hatch,

"You're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"Are you crazy, why would I kill my only niece? You're like the child that I never had." She said flicking your forehead, she smirked before she continued,

"It's a surprise, just climb down." She said as she opened it,

Climbing down, you were surprised to be met with a built-in Gym underground.

Oh, makes sense why she's so toned now

"Prepare yourself because I'm not raising no scrawny girl, I'm gonna make you tough, kiddo."

"hUh?" You're voice cracked,

After showing you your room and helping you put your stuff away, you finally sat down and had dinner with your aunt. She was going on about her life and you were invested, truly.

"So tell me, kiddo, how's life been for you?"

"Hmm, I manage." You answered, shrugging a little.

She gave you an unpleasant look before booing, "Boo, tomato, c'mon I know you got more than that."

"Well, what do you want to know about me, auntie?" You asked, laughing a little between your words.

She smiled as she thought,

There it is, she smiled...are you happy sister? I made her smile for you

"What are you looking forward to, here in Tokyo, I could take you anywhere you want."

It took you a second to think before you said, "I wanna go to a specific restaurant actually."

Your aunt looked visibly hurt, "D-do you not like my cooking?"’

The tears in the corners of her eyes made you choke before you frantically shook your head, 

"N-no not at all, I promise! It's just...it was my favorite restaurant when I was kid, I always went with...my friend."

"Okay! First thing tomorrow, I'll take you there then." She said, giving you a warm smile,

Well, she changed pretty quick..

"...seriously, this is your go-to place?" She regarded you with an intrigued expression, raising doubts about your choice in restaurants.

“And here I thought you were gonna take us to some gourmet restaurant.” she added as you entered.

A sudden wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over you, fueled by cherished memories associated with the restaurant. 

"Oh, there are people here?" Your aunt expressed surprise.

That shouldn’t be a surprise…

Feeling a bit disheartened by her continual disapproval of the place, you sighed as you made your way to an empty booth. As your eyes scanned the area, they landed on a somewhat shorter boy, with you appearing a little taller than him. His long blonde hair was tied at the top, while the strands on the sides flowed freely. Accompanying him was a more intimidating figure, a boy with a tattoo on the side of his shaved head. They exude an air of trouble, and you realized you had been staring for too long when your eyes met with his pitch-black, piercing gaze. The eye contact lingered long enough for your aunt to shake your shoulder, snapping you out of it, and for his friend to call his name, breaking the sudden connection.

“Mikey..”

As you proceeded to your assigned booth, you couldn't resist one last glance backward, catching his intense gaze. A flicker of recognition sparked deep within your heart. Despite sensing a profound connection, you carried on your chosen path, unaware of the unspoken longing, as the passage of years had erased the memories that once tethered you together. While enjoying your kids' meal, you intermittently picked at your food, occasionally looking up to meet that same compelling gaze. It felt as if your existence was being drawn in, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest.

Why..Why the hell is he just so…

“Damnit Mikey, what the hell is wrong with you?” His friend asked, annoyed by his sudden absence. 

He turned towards that, which seemed to distract mikey, and there you were. Feeling a bit intimidated, you quickly averted your gaze, avoiding his friend's scrutiny.

"Are you planning to order something?" you inquired, using the question as a means to divert your attention.

"No way," she exclaimed, eyeing your food suspiciously. "Let's leave. I'll take you to a proper restaurant," she asserted with confidence.

"Sure, let's go," you responded promptly, rising from your seat.

Your aunt expressed surprise, "Wait, really? I didn't expect you to agree so quickly. Alright then!"

As you both left, she remarked, "Y/n, don't forget to remind me to take you to a clothing store later."

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/N!" He murmured softly. Before he could comprehend, his legs carried him forward, propelled by an instinctive force.

NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY 

"Y/N!" He called out, breathless from his sprint to catch up.

Halted by the unexpected call, you abruptly turned around. On the opposite side of the street, he came into view.

It can’t be…

Time stood still as if the universe held its breath. After years apart, your name lingered in his memory, indelible and unforgettable. In that suspended moment, all else faded away.

“Manjiro...?” you whispered. He didn't need to hear your voice; just from reading your lips, he knew you called out to him..

-- Yeah, Ima definitely writing a part 2, This was wayyy too long, hope you guys enjoyed --

[gothicflowers]

Tall Doors

König x gn!Reader

SFW fluff

Warnings: fluff, no proofreading

The second you seen the plane he was on go out of view you got back into the suv that konig picked to fit his large stature. A large roll of cash tucked into the zipper of your purse. As soon as he got the news last week that he’d be leaving you could finally put your plan into motion.

*One month later*

The master bathroom had been gutted. The largest bathtub you could find had been installed and you even put in a walk in shower. You laid tile and repainted in one of Königs favorite colors. You’d done all the work yourself since you knew how to do it working for your family’s business when you were younger. The bathroom was now warm and comfortable, and could fit a 6’10 man very comfortably.

Your next project was going to make messes across the house but it will be worth it. The home that you and König purchased earlier this year was almost all original. But all the door frames stood 6’5. You’d be raising the door height as well as fixing the low hanging lights he always hit his head on.

*two weeks later*

All your work was finished. A new tall front door, new couch, new lighting fixtures, new bathroom. You even had a custom mattress and extra sturdy bed frame made so his feet wouldn’t hang off. All to ensure your love will never crouch down in his home again. All for him.

New message: this is a message from Kortac Delivery Services letting you know your package will be arriving tonight at 18:30. Please respond YES if you will be picking up your package or NO to stop receiving messages.

Replying YES you practically screamed in joy

He was coming home, two weeks earlier than expected. Overjoyed you made a stop at grocery store and got the ingredients for his favorite dish and picked up two bottles of his favorite wine.

Back home you had everything prepared and got ready in that outfit he loved you in. Fixxing your hair and applying a sweet perfume feeling ready to see your man.

-

“Ich habe dich so sehr vermisst Schatz” (I missed you so much my love)

“I missed you too”

One passionate kiss later and his large had guided you to the car.

-

He walked through the front door and froze.

“What wrong”

“I fit through the door” he said in a confused tone.

“Yes” you laughed and his eyes staring at the door. He walked in and out three more times.

“Meine Liebe, did you get a bigger door for me”

“Come see what else I’ve done”

He stood tall walking through the house. Comfortably even. His mask at some point had finally came off since he only wore it to and from work. He had the biggest smile when he noticed that you raised and replaced some of the lights that he would constantly walk into. Once into the master bedroom he let out a gasp. Looking at the hand crafted bed frame and mattress with silk sheets.

“It’s so big, oh Meine Liebe you… I can’t thank you enough. You treat me so well. I can’t express how much I appreciate what you’ve done”

One hand on your waist and one on your neck he pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

“Thank you Meine Liebe”

“You haven’t seen one of the best parts”

You pulled him into the newly renovated bathroom.

“I figured a nice tub to soak in would help your back” you stood in the middle of the bathroom admiring his reaction and his figure.

“This is perfect, truly meine geliebte”(my beloved) he said breathlessly in awe, lust in his eyes.

“I’m glad you love it”

“I more than love it, I can’t express. How about I start this bath, and since it’s big enough for us both it will take a while to fill… we go break in that new bed and I show you how much I appreciate you and then bathe after” his accent becoming deeper. His was holding onto your waist now. A devilish smirk on his.

“Natürlich mein König” (of course my king)

[sincerely-sofie]

Do you have any particular headcanons about the Ultra Beasts?

Technically every Ultra Beast is an entire species, but I’m going to refer to specific members of each species who have fallen through Ultra Wormholes at one point or another and formed a found family of sorts together.

Novelette the Nihilego

A mad scientist type of individual. Knowledge-hungry and a bit callous in the questions she may ask, but is ultimately kind. She just doesn’t understand many social customs from her home world, let alone the new one she finds herself in.

Physically weak. Prone to hiding behind others when startled— uses people as living shields.

She is OBSESSED with mystery dungeons. Those don’t exist back home, and she’s desperate to figure out how they work.

Glows slightly in the dark. Glows brighter when she blushes.

Basil the Buzzwole

This man is a brick wall of muscle and friendship.

He and Novelette (whom he calls Novi) are very close. He doesn’t understand many of her discoveries or the research that leads to them, but he does his best to be supportive and help her with any experiments. Chemical reactions are a favorite topic of study for them.

Extremely emotive in his body language. He has a hard time reading people who aren’t very expressive physically. Doesn’t matter how much emotion is in your voice— of you’re not striking a pose alongside what you said, he’s gonna struggle to know whether you’re being sarcastic or not.

He makes the best fruit salads. No one knows how. You can follow the same process as he does when making a fruit salad and it won’t taste half as good as one he prepared.

Alabaster the Pheromosa

Despite her cool, unaffected demeanor, she’s extremely caring and a bit of a worry wart.

Where she’s from, pheromosas are the only form of intelligent life because they were the only sentient species that was capable of surviving in the aftermath of a massive explosion of unknown origins which turned the entire landscape into a massive desert filled with a strange energy.

She HATES feeling dirty / seeing dirty objects. Keeping yourself, your belongings, and your loved ones clean was a big deal for survival in her world, and while she understands that it’s not as critical in this new world, she still shows her concern for others by cleaning their things for them and nagging them to wash up before meals.

She frequently confuses pokemon of similar body types for each other.

She can instantly reach 120 miles per hour / 200 kilometers per hour from a dead stop. This results in her practically teleporting up to people at times and scaring the life out of them. She’s constantly reminding herself to walk very slowly and match others’ strides.

Watcher the Xurkitree

Spends a lot of time rooted into the ground for days on end, completely unresponsive. Whenever a storm rolls into the area, she rushes over to gather energy from any subsequent lightning strikes.

Quiet and stoic. Rarely talks about herself or her thoughts and opinions. Spends most of her time silently observing the people around her.

She’s pretty zany once she opens up to others. Make no mistake, she’s still stoic as ever, but she’ll say the most out-there things with deadpan delivery.

Can’t eat food and is confused by how people get energy from unmoving solids. Has a lot of opinions on the ways different types of electricity feel to absorb.

Enjoys swimming and being submerged in water.

Etta the Celesteela

Unlike the other Ultra Beasts, she has no mixed feelings about the thought of returning to her world. She’s getting back there ASAP, and she’s never looking back.

Communicates psychically with others. She was confused when people asked her how far she could communicate with people from. There’s no known limit to this ability.

She also has a lot of similarities with grass-types, getting energy over the course of centuries while buried in soil. She doesn’t spend much time in dirt in this new world, however, because she’s found that sitting in large bodies of water helps her gather energy much more efficiently. She might be able to return home even without an Ultra Wormhole if she spends the next decade in water.

She enjoys Watcher’s company whenever she visits Etta’s lake.

Coda the Kartana

A noble warrior-type who believes strongly in chivalry and intense moral codes.

Boasts about his strength and skill in battle, but is a bit of a coward who refuses to fight without another person on his side and will flee the second he catches a glimpse of fire or moisture.

At one point, Bud folds a piece of paper into a shape vaguely resembling him, and he became her self-assigned sworn protector.

Is affected by Alabaster’s pheromones more than any other ultra beast or pokemon. Thankfully, they’re not too much of a problem unless she’s very angry, which isn’t a common occurrence— but if she’s in an argument with someone and he’s remotely in the same area, he’s going to end up barely conscious and very emotional.

King the Guzzlord

Prickly and irritable, though he’s not intentionally cruel.

Constantly starving. It’s a miserable thing, and causes him a lot of pain. He tries to focus on various intellectual endeavors instead of how hungry he is.

If a field of study exists, he’s researched everything about it that he physically could.

Etta is almost constantly chatting with him telepathically. He really appreciates her company.

Pipo the Poipole

She’d get along great with Celebi if they ever met.

Strongly admires Deoxys.

Is technically capable of evolving, and has been for a very long time, but prefers being a poipole much more to the thought of becoming a naganadel.

Despite how different they are, King is her best friend, and she’s always secretly pestering Novelette and Basil about finding some way to make people feel full so that she can help ease her friend’s misery.

Chorus the Stakataka

Each brick is technically its own being— but they all form a single, unified consciousness that calls himself Chorus.

Absolutely loves music, which apparently doesn’t exist in his world, which is largely silent. He identifies strongly with songs being made up of multiple measures, melodies, and instruments— hence the name he chose for himself after entering this world.

He’s capable of removing individual bricks from his structure and placing them in different locations to observe the area. He’s not capable of remotely accessing the senses of any removed bricks, but gains the memories collected by the bricks when they’re reincorporated into his structure.

Ferryman the Blacephalon

A gadfly-type character who is always prodding people for reactions. Is constantly looking to make Watcher’s stoic demeanor falter.

He has a rather cruel sense of humor, and no topic of joke is off the table for him. Bud dislikes him greatly for this reason.

Gets his energy by feeding off of others’ emotions. The stronger the emotion, the better the fuel, so he likes to scare the life out of people by sneaking up behind them and making his head explode.

Has hidden depths that he refuses to acknowledge due to something unpleasant about his past.

Haven the Deoxys

Though he’s not your typical ultra beast, he has enough similarities with them to be considered an ultra beast native to this world.

An amnesiac who recalls very little from before he crash-landed on earth in a meteorite. He’s fascinated by the world around him— especially auroras, which he claims make noises like someone speaking nonsensical sentences.

Very fond of Bud. Despite his unfamiliarity with the concept of bonds developed past the depth of simple acquaintances, he considers her family. He’d give anything to make her smile.

Enjoys writing. He’s not very good at it (according to him) but he likes creating short story collections especially.

Necrozma the Necrozma

The best grandpa in the world.

Bud the Human

While she’s not an ultra beast, she’s been absorbed into their found family after Deoxys encountered her while she was lost and concluded that, as a creature that isn’t a Pokémon, she obviously must be an ultra beast.

As much as she loves her family in the main TPiaG cast, she finds it very freeing to be in a new group outside of them. Even after returning to live amongst humans in the Future, she makes sure to visit the long-lived ultra beasts she befriended in the Present.

She gets a lot of individual nicknames from the ultra beasts— pretty much every one of them has a unique way to address her.

This girl is collecting adopted parents like they’re trading cards. Someone stop her. She’s too powerful.

[twistofstory]

And here's the guy from the main story~

Wolffish's a full rainwing who was raised among seawings and had picked up a lot of seawing expressions and curses from his family. He discovered the properties of rainwing venom on his own and even learned to spit it quite accurately, and the old scar on his tail serves as a reminder of the danger of this ability. At an older age, he finally visited his native forest and became imbued with traditions of his tribe, but did not stay - he quickly became bored with the life of the rainwing, and he loved his work too much. What kind of work? Wolffish was a mailman. In wartime, his camouflage skills became simply irreplaceable - this way he could deliver a letter to almost anywhere on the continent, avoiding clashes with any dragons. Word about the unusual carrier quickly spread, and lucrative, but much less harmless offers started coming to him. Wolffish didn't refuse them - since his skills can be useful not only for simple letters delivery, why not? Money is money, and the opportunity to provide a comfortable life for yourself and even help your family sounded irresistible. Life was great and all, but interests of his customers often ran counter to each other, and, unbeknownst to himself, Wolffish made some enemies. One day his luck ran out and he got caught... Varan pulled him out of this scrape, and from this began a new era of Wolffish’s life - first as one of the confidants for the gang leaders, and then as Varan’s personal bodyguard. Wolffish isn't confrontational nor vindictive, and he is friendly with his comrades, but most of the Center members treat him with some caution. His camouflage, tracking and venom shooting skills, perfected over the years, have made him one of the most dangerous gang members, and few dragons would risk crossing his path. The habit of walking around the camp unseen also does not help Wolffish get closer to the dragons, so his usual social circle is limited to Varan’s second-in-command, the leader himself and, unexpectedly, Newt. What’s interesting is that Wolffish and Newt aren't just good friends, but also ex-lovers - their relationship developed very rapidly, and just as quickly grew from romance to platonic friendship. Breakup was pretty painless, and they remained quite close. Prejudices towards dragons from different tribes are not so pronounced in the gang, and yet only Newt and Wolffish understand what it's like to be a rainwing (or half-rainwing) far from homeland. What’s ironic is that the “seawing” Wolffish has a much more “rainwing” lifestyle than Newt, who grew up in the tropic forest, but they still often have “sun hours” together (Newt may have inherited most of the genetics from his mudwing side, yet sun is also extremely necessary for his health). Unfortunately, things haven't been so great between them recently. The tense atmosphere of the Center in the light of recent events has affected the relationship between all members, and Newt has an additional reason not to trust his comrades. Wolffish's still a part of Varan's inner circle, and Newt isn't sure he'll put their friendship above loyalty to the gang leader if things go wrong.

Fun fact: “a very competent flirt” was the initial concept for Newt in the first version of the story, but over time I moved away from this idea.

[h4neypot]

isaacwhy bf headcanons

pairing: isaacwhy x reader  summary: isaacwhy bf headcanons genre: fluff

blushing and kicking my feet just thinking about this

proven by him calling his friends baby - he is a petname loverrrr 

cause he already calls friends baby, he uses other ones with you like sweetheart and honey and my love 

he is a big physical touch guy too

always has to have a hand on you whether it’s by holding hands with you, holding your waist, putting an arm around your shoulder 

sometimes he just goes over to yours or asks you to come over to his to hold you and sit in silence cause that’s what comforts him the most  

bro is really tall and always makes sure you know it btw

like makes jokes that he’s just so much taller than you that he can’t see you or says the air is different up where he is… like a dork

his way of expressing his love is definitely through gift giving too

bro gives out thousands of dollars to his friends for videos… imagine his lover 

it’s either little trinkets like keychains or stickers of characters you like and stuffed animals 

or the complete opposite like you complain about your older model macbook being slow and all of a sudden the newest macbook is shipped to your place

“what the heck isaac.”

he shrugs and says “your macbook was too old.”

he’s definitely more traditional too

not in a bad way, more of a “i will take care of you” kinda way

gives you flowers weekly like it’s his damn job

opens the doors always even months into the relationship 

carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch 

holds your head when it falls onto your shoulder when he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat so it doesn’t hurt later

he’s just so… gentleman…. God….

he also knows the exact products you use and literally replaces them when he notices you almost run out 

he’s like your own amazon delivery guy but you don’t even need to order stuff yourself he just doesn’t for you LOL

it warms your heart that he just always notices everything and is so attentive and caring and kind :(

such a cutie 

around people you know - like his friends, your friends, family, etc - he’s less into pda (of course still touching you in some way, but that’s it)

but when it’s just you two regardless of being in public he will definitely show more pda 

like pecking you and giving you hugs and everything 

lowkey that one couple in line at an amusement park vibe 

but it’s cute and you let him get away with it because of it

and because you love him and he loves you !!!!!!!! 

yeah i wrote this while watching a grunk vod manneeee i miss my #family come back home pleaseeeeeeeee the new isaac video cannot come any quicker.

[love4layla]

LOVE YOU, INSIDE AND OUT

A/n: After Chapter 430,

Izuku x Psychologist!Fem!Reader

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

You were UA’s school Psychologist, you loved your job and you loved the kids that you’ve helped. You had been working there for a while, you got hired around the same time Deku got offered teaching job there.

You were delivering papers around to the teachers about their students wellbeing when you got to Deku’s door.

Deku was taking notes and planning his new lesson. He mumbled out loud, to himself about what his lesson was going to be for second semester. He was exhausted.

The knock brought him out of his own world.

“Come in…”

You walk in with a high stack of papers. “Hey Mr.Midoriya. Just came to deliver mail to the classrooms” you give a sweet smile.

Ever since he started working here, he had his eye on you from the moment he saw you. He thought you were so cute and the fact you cared so much about your students and your job. He loved talking to you.

He looked at the stack of papers with wide eyes, letting out a small sigh.

“Thank you Y/n. This the last of your deliveries, right?”

“Oh- pfft- barely! I still have all of the C, D and E classes” you say a little happier than you actually were.

He raised an eyebrow before realizing how much you actually still had left to deliver.

“Do you need any help?” He asked you.

“Im sure you have a lot on your plate. I’ll manage” you turn around to walk out but you walk right into the bulletin board in his office. Bumping and falling back “Ah- ow!”

His eyes widened at seeing you bump into the bulletin board, immediately rushing to your side, putting the papers onto the ground.

“Woah! Y/n are you okay?!” He looked you over, checking for any visible injuries.

Your face reddens “Yeah I’m good!” You stand up and pick up all of your papers. Noticing one had dropped from the bulletin board.

“Staff Christmas Party”

His expression lit up, seeing the papers about the christmas party on the floor. He remembered the last christmas party, smiling warmly as he picked it up.

“The Christmas party is this Friday. You’re going right?”

Your heart beat picks up. You didn’t want to go. Besides you have nothing nice to wear and you would just end up making a fool of yourself there anyway.

“Ah-! Uhhhh no! Nope! Sorry I’m not going. I mean! What would I even wear?! ahaha!” You nervously babble

He raised an eyebrow curiously, surprised to hear you weren’t going. He stared at you for a moment before speaking.

“You’re not going?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.*

You shake your head “No. I- I don’t think I would know anyone there! I mean I’m just the school psychologist. I mean.. I don’t really hang out with the teachers much”

His expression shifted to a softer one, his lips tugging into a frown, not liking how you thought that way. You were just as important as any other teacher was here.

“You shouldn’t think like that. It’ll be a fun party! And teachers love talking to the staff psychologists.”

You were getting a little nervous. You were running outta excuses. “Look. I just don’t wanna go. I have papers to do for some new students I have and-“

He raised his hand up, stopping your excuse before you could finish your sentence.

“Y/n, the party is in three days from now. You have plenty of time to finish your paperwork, it won’t take you that long.” He raised his eyebrow slightly at you. “Plus, this is Christmas, you should spend it with friends and family.”

He smiled sweetly “It’ll be fun, I promise. You won’t be disappointed by going.”

“I’ll think about it.” You say as you walk out of his office and continue to deliver his papers

He shook his head, sighing a bit more before sitting at his desk to finish his papers.

*A Few Days Later. AKA; the Day of the party*

You were in your office, you had been talking to students all day about their issues and helping them through it. You write in your notebook and set up coping skills and other ways to help them out. You loved your job a lot.

As the day let out, it was 2 hours before the party. You stared at the flier and you contemplated going.

Meanwhile, Deku was grading more papers, trying to get it all done before the party. Drowning himself in any work he could finish. He let out a small yawn to himself as he finished another paper, setting it into the pile. He stretched in his seat, glancing at the time before glancing at the papers.

“Ah… crap.” He swore to himself under his breath, his back was killing him.

You head home and look in your closet for something nice to wear. You decided to wear some dark blue jeans and a black rib knit turtle neck with some gold jewelry. you do your makeup really light and your hair in a beautiful bun with some hairs draping down over your face. Then you get into your car and drive to the party.

Hw had schanged into a dark green dress shirt and black pants, the top button on the dress shirt undone. He styled his messy hair to be somewhat neat. He decided to take a taxi to the party instead of driving himself

You showed up a little late. You knock on the door and a gorgeous lady opens it. She’s tall and blonde and had huge fucking boo-

“Hi! Your here for the party? Come on in sweetie” she said as she let me inside.

You walk inside and you see people drinking. Making out and dancing. You look around and you see Izuku talking with some people he knows, a cocktail in his hand

Deku was talking to Aizawa, the two of them talking and chatting about things. He glanced at the door as guests started to arrive, his gaze resting on Y/n. A small warm smile tugged his lips as he watched you walk in.

He didn’t realize he was staring until Aizawa tapped his shoulder, causing him to snap out of it and turn his focus back onto the other two as they kept talking.

You walked in and he gets up to talk to you. Your nerves high as you fidget with your purse “Hey!”

“Glad you were able to make it, you look really pretty.” He said before taking another small sip of his drink. You didn’t need to be a detective to see that he was a little bit tipsy.

You sit down with him at a couch and he smiles at you. “You want something to drink?” He lifted his mostly finished drink in his hand curiously.

“Uhm sure..I don’t normally but-“ before you could finish he was already placing a drink in your hands. You take a sip and your face scrunched up “shit- that’s sour”

Deku let out a small laugh at your response to the drink. He was starting to fully let loose, seeing how you reacted to the taste. “Oh c’mon, it isn’t that bad.” He said with a soft smile and a small laugh, taking another sip of his drink.

You were so tense basically still in your seat. Swirling your drink around and drinking it in sips. Deku noticed almost immediately, furrowing his eyebrows together slightly. “What’s wrong? You seem tense? Something bothering you?”

“Nothing im just a little nervous.” You respond.

He raised an eyebrow curiously, taking another sip of his drink as he looked at you. He knew you weren’t the biggest fan of large parties or gatherings.

He scoots closer to you. His eyes all over your body. “It’s alright. You can relax. Just have fun” he smiles and laughs. He stares into your eyes and then wander. Eventually leading to his mouth betraying him

“Damn… you look really good in those jeans” he mumbles

Your eyes widen hearing him say that. You look at him “What the!-“

He turned bright red, realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. He shook his head, trying to change the subject and snap himself out of it.

“Ah- n-never mind. I didn’t mean- I mean. I had a lot to drink tonight and- You look- Sorry” He stumbled and babbled.

You finish your drink. Feeling it sink in. “you think I-…look good?”

He rubs the back of his head with his scarred hand “Y-Yeah. I think you look really good in that outfit.” He was trying to not stare at you, but his eyes kept falling down onto your thighs.

“Pfft- No! No way! I’m not anything special. I think you look good like- good all the time!” You ramble a little. Someone handed you another drink and you started to drink it.

He was not expecting that from you, especially right now. He drank the rest of his drink as he heard you slur a little bit, thinking it was kinda cute.

He moved closer to you, moving his face close to yours. He was already a little bit of a touchy person when he was drunk.

You were clearly drunk too. Giggling and leaning on him. “That’s great….”

He let the silence linger for a moment, his eyes flicking down to your lips, then up to your eyes for a brief fleeting moment. He felt all of his emotions and feelings for you at this moment. And he couldn’t stop himself.

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue coming in almost immediately. His breath was heavy.

You broke the kiss and looked at him “you don’t want this….. I’m not good enough for yiu..”

He stared at you, completely serious when he spoke. “Don’t say that, you are more than enough for me.”

“I’m just the schools stupid Psychologist.. you like-.. a pro hero.. I don’t even have a quirk!” You retorted

“So what?..” He brought you onto his lap. He hated how you talked about yourself. His tone was a little bit more harsh than normal. “Quirk or no quirk. I like you, Y/n. I don’t care what your job is or the fact that you don’t have a quirk.”

“You like me? Really?” Your eyes were wide

“Ofcourse I do.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing to him. The alcohol in his system was definitely making him a little bit more expressive and bold then he normally was.

He stared at her with a soft, warm look, letting his hands move closer and gently grab hers, intertwining them in his. His cheeks were flushed, his breath lightly smelling like alcohol.

You u two hung out for the rest of the night. He drank some water to sober himself up a little, or at least enough to make conscious decisions. But you on the other hand drank even more.

You ended up being the focus of the night, dancing with Izuku and shaking ass an all that.

You two ended up kissing a lot but everyone was drunk so no one cared. Deku was trying to get you to drink water so you didn’t get yourself sick, but his attempts didn’t work.

At the end of the night you were too drunk to walk. Babbling and clinging to him.

You yawned and giggled “I’m sooo tired.” you yelled then laughed.

He smiled at your drunkenness. “Where’s your car honey?” He asked softly. “It’s over….there!” You pointed towards the door then giggled

He helped you walk outside the house to the steps. You giggled and almost fell down, leaning against him. “Woah there Y/n,careful” he giggled

You pointed at your car down the street. “I’m going home now!” You announced as you stumbled down the stairs, almost falling flat on your face.

“Woah there Y/n. Your way too drunk to drive home on your own” he grabbed your hand and lifted you bridal style

“Heyyyy let go of me!” You slurred, surprised.

He sets you in the passenger seat of the car. “Give me your keys baby. I’ll drive you home.” He demanded gently.

You reluctantly roll your eyes and dig in your purse. Hading your keys to him. He gets into the drivers seat and starts the car.

“Uhhm….where do you live?” He asks , forgetting he actually has no idea where you live. You hand him your phone unlocked and he types in “Home”

He drives 30 minutes to your apartment and lifts you out of your car. You weren’t able of walking on your own. He unlocked your door with your keys and opened it.

Your apartment was small but cute. Tidy and smelled very good. Your dog started barking at Izuku.

“Lutherrrr!…stopppit.” You whine in his arms to your dog

He laughed softly, looking down at the dog near his feet. “Your dog is so adorable” He laughed with a warm smile.

He set you in your bed, tucked you in and started to head out of your place. “Izuku~ don’t leavewe I’m sorry.” you slurred. “I love you… what did I do wrong?”

He heard your words and immediately felt horrible. He knew you were drunk. “You didn’t do anything wrong Y/n…” he walked back over and sat at the edge of the bed. He didn’t want to leave you here like this. He felt like he needed to stick around for a bit to make sure you were okay and not alone.

“I love you Izuku~ I want you to stay here with me forever” you cling to his waist. His eyes soften seeing you so clingy and drunk.

He kissed you on your cheek. “I love you too Y/-“ you pull him into another kiss and it turned into a make out. You slowly move onto his lap. His hands wrap around your waist

He kissed you back, his face flushed. He kissed her deeply, his tongue intertwining with yours. His hands fell onto your hips, holding onto you slightly and pulling you closer.

he pushed you down on the bed so he was towering over you. His large biceps straining against his shirt while supporting himself over you. “fuck I need you so bad~” you moan, your eyes glassy.

He kept kissing you, grunting under his breath. His hair was starting to get messy, some of it falling into his face. It definitely didn’t look as neat as it did before.

His lips moved down your neck, leaving light bruises on her skin from how roughly he was kissing you, “god your so beautiful. I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you”

He kissed your lips deeply, before he pulled away again after a moment, his eyes glancing over your body. You both were clearly drunk and both not thinking straight but he didn’t need to be sober to know he wanted you.

You look down at his chest as he stars unbuttoning his dark green shirt. You bite your lip softly seeing his tones abs and his V line

He tossed his shirt aside, not even concerned about it. His body was very built, his abs bulging and his collarbones visible. His body littered with scars and freckles. His cheeks were flushed.

He takes your turtle neck off to reveal your beautiful tits, the way they bounced softly when he took your shirt off made him so hard.

“Wow.” He stared for a moment, his eyes falling to your tits immediately. He moved down closer, planting light kisses against your chest, before moving back up to your lips. He unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down.

“Oh my god~ your fucking unbelievable~“ he groans softly, running his hand through his green locs. his cock getting harder setting the matching set of your bra and panties. Black lace underwear with red cherries on them.

He takes his pants off and his boxers “You okay if I—“

“Please~ please Izuku”

He cut you off, moving himself a little closer to you and settling between your legs. His fingers hooked into your underwear, tugging the fabric gently off. He sees the wet spot on your panties and groans. “Goddamn~ your already wet? God, you’re beautiful. So beautiful. I-I don’t deserve this.”

“Please~ Izuku! Goddamnit! Please I need you so fuck me so bad!” You moan and slur, your face red asf and your body hot.

“I- I need to prep you first.. I-I’m not sure you can handle me without it” he rubs the back of his neck.

“Mmmmn~ fuck I need you” you grip his biceps, your fingers not being able to wrap all the way around his bulk arms.

He takes his pants off and the eye widen as the size of his length. “Holy-“ you whisper in awe. He was easily around 9 inches and GIRTHY.

“Ha- yeah I know…too much?” He nervously asks.

“Never…. Fucking never” your hand wanders to his cock and feels the massive size of it. He lets out a shakey high pitched moan “Fffuuck-“

“Okay. Okay…. Here we go” he slowly seeps into you and your back arches. He stops when the tip is in, but you already look like you’re at your limit.

“Goddamn! Fuck Izuku!” You grunt and yell. Your eyes filling with tears to the stretch. “Just a little more baby…” he tries to comfort you.

He pushes in and grunts loudly. “Fuck! Holy shit your tight Y/n” he pushes half way in.

You felt like he was going to rip you in half with any more. You were too drunk to function right now and you could only focus on the way his cock filled you. “fuck~ Izuku! Ahhh~”

He pushes all the way in with a loud moan “Aahhh~ Fuck, okay… I’m in. You doing okay baby?”he moans and pants

You nod. You moan and pant loudly, almost grunting to wake yo your upstairs downstairs neighbor.

He moves and thrusts hard, your headboard hanging against the wall. Your tits bouncing and his hands digging into your hips as he pounds you good.

“Goddamnit! Fuck! Yeah? You like that huh?” He moans.

“Fuck~ fuck your the best thing that’s ever happened to me Y/n~ I’ve wanted to fuck you till you couldn’t think straight for so long now~” he rambles as he fills your hole over and over again.

You couldn’t think straight, stool was dripping from your mouth as you got fucked senseless. You finally cum around him, forming rings around his cock of your hot fluid.

He feels the warmth of your cum in the velvety walls and that pulls him over the edge “Oh my- FUCK~” he grunts as he creampies you.

He turned softly and then flips next to you. Pulling you close and staying inside of you. “Fuck~ that felt so good. Your amazing Y/n”

You both end up falling asleep together. Not what he expected to happen, but he’s not complaining.

MasterList<3

[bookishjules]

Hi hi!!!! I saw your sizzy HCs and I would love it if you did TMI gang HCs for the future when they have kids and all💗 How do they all interact with their kids/each other’s kids? That ask about Jace’s kids made me laugh I feel like his kids would have a jar for him to put money in whenever he’s too cocky, kinda like New Girl with Schmidt

simon and izzy are the go-to babysitter couple of the bunch for sure, given that they aren't running an institute or, you know, the entire clave. they're also the most likely to have a movie or game night, which the kids absolutely love

because the cousins span over a decade in ages, there seems to always be a baby to hold, and clary is always the first one to reach for them (followed by alec)

jace is stricter as a father than might be expected. not in a harsh way, but in a protective way. in a 'i want you to learn how best protect yourself and your family' way. he's definitely a teacher, in a very physical way, and loves spending time in the training room with his kids and niblings (not that this makes him any more mature or less ridiculous at his core hehe)

creativity and expression are very well supported by all members of the tmi gang, and their children develop a good amount of confidence when it comes to being themselves and not necessarily folding into shadowhunter (or warlock) norms

magnus loves taking the kids on adventures and showing them things they might never have gotten to see if they didn't have a very powerful warlock for an uncle, but he is also very protective, moreso than some of the other parents. he's seen too many people die to knowingly bear witness to human/shadowhunter recklessness in these kids he cares so much for

alec is the first one to suggest they let rafe go out on patrol, not without alec ofc. that first patrol is a fun one. jace is there too. he's muchhh less strict with his niblings than he is with his own kids, and he tends to treat them much more like how he treats kit. hence the fun hehe rafe has a blast, and the whole time alec's anxiety is through the roof.

all the cousins are scared of izzy's cooking. even if she's gotten better as the years have gone on, their parents have ingrained in them too much fear for the food she makes not to be wary when she holds out a wooden spoon with a questionable substance on it. usually the kids ask for pizza. or a delivery of chinese food (like parents like kids hehe)

[venuswarmlight]

Love Letters | Kurapika x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Slightly mentions of depression, just angst and fluff. THIS WAS MADE WITH TRANSLATOR, BE GENTLE. Any suggest is fine💖

Summary: You always send poems to Leorio, but they arrived to his best friend.

You lived on the other side of the world, you were a writer known for your novels who worked in a bookstore to support your few earnings in your works, you had several friends, among them, Leorio Paradiknight, you knew him for a long time, since you were teenagers, but you took different paths, he was a doctor who helped those who could not afford his treatments, and a hunter who survived the dark continent, while you went for the artistic faculties side and a more peaceful life, but what could never be erased since you met him were your feelings for him. You usually write to each other from time to time, he tells you about his adventures with his friends and the reckless things he usually does with his money, and you respond by telling him about your new ideas for new stories, you were so close but yet so far ....

This time, you found yourself determined to write him poems anonymously, with your writer name, because he thinks you put your real name on your books, but you didn't. You took a pen and started writing, every word was aligned with your heartbeat, every sentence seemed to be taken out of a fairy tale, and the way you expressed yourself was different from how you used to talk to him, you were cordial, polite, kind, and flattering, you finished the letter and when you read it, you were surprised with your own words.

"My dear, your beauty resembles the luster of a pearl.

Delicate, brilliant, unique.

Let me be the golden chain that complements you, because from me you will never fall, golden prince."

Short, but ethereal.

You put it in a beige envelope, and sealed it with red wax, next to a daisy, finally you added perfume as a detail, and wrote his address, your heart almost coming out of your throat. The days passed, and became weeks, and the weeks became 2 months, and he still didn't answer, but he kept writing you normally and he didn't answer your anonymous letter... Did he get it? Did he like it? Did he know it was you? Does he like you?

2 months before

He was in his room, a depressing room with four walls and little light, next to the mess that all his discomfort was causing, he was rotting in the agony of revenge, the thirst for power and seeing the face of those who took his family away from him in silence. Suddenly, a ding dong chimed at the front door, Kurapika felt a strange feeling in his stomach, since no one knew where hr was staying, not even his friends.

He got up from his dying bed and opened the door.

"Good afternoon, this letter has been sent to you a few weeks ago, from [Your continent]." mused the delivery man, he seemed rushed by his tone of voice.

"A letter? "Kurapika took it, it had a postcard and it smelled quite nice, you could say the scent made him wake up.

"That's right... Well, I have to go, I have more things to deliver!" and he ran off, leaving the young blond behind him at the door.

"Wait! ... Damn!" Kurapika exclaimed, he went inside his apartment and closed the door, looking carefully at the letter.

It had vintage details, and it was in perfect condition, it had no Nen on it, it was a harmless letter and not a trap from any of his enemies looking for him: The Chain User.

He sat on the couch in front of a short legged table, and opened this letter carefully, unfolded the sheet and read the text carefully, it was very short, but the words embodied provoked a different feeling in him.

Warmth in his chest, tickles in his ribs, butterflies in his stomach. He was enraptured. He saw the author's note and his eyebrows went up, his favorite author of novels was writing to him. To him!? It couldn't be, because they didn't know each other.

"I have to return this letter, this is a mistake" He muttered, he was about to leave his place when, again, that feeling in his chest attacked him, it's like when fire embraces you with its burning embers, but it didn't burn, not at all. His intrusive thoughts wouldn't let him give it back, even if his morals attacked him, an internal struggle with himself not to be nosy and steal something that isn't his, use the identity of the author's lover, maybe.

But how bad could it be?

His feelings and illusions ended up winning over his brain, and he went to a table to write in response to that beautiful poem that caught his attention.

It sparked an interest in them.

You didn't think he was going to answer you, but he did, week after week waiting at the letter carrier's office for his message, and viceverse, both were in love with each other, but without knowing each other yet, you thought he was Leorio, and Kurapika didn't know who you were. But what you both knew is that soon, that was going to change, you were planning a flight to Japan just to see him and reveal him your identity, who you were, you never thought that Leorio could be so serious, mysterious and charming, you could say that even the writing was different(MAYBE BC HE'S NOT LEORIO👹), but it doesn't matter, you fell harder for him, you were going to meet in Yorkshin specifically, on an iconic bridge of the place, you couldn't wait to meet his lips with yours, his eyes pierce your soul and connect both of your bodies.

The day came, you got your bags off the plane and went to your reservation at a luxurious hotel, at this point you were already loaded with money from your excellent sales, it was no problem where to stay, you dressed up as best you could and 10 minutes before you were already on site.

When you arrived, no one was there yet, you sighed with relief, you didn't want Leorio to notice yet, you ran the risk of losing the relationship you had with him for a long time, but a part of your heart said it didn't matter, we were all born to die.

Minutes passed and, he still didn't arrive, you stared at the lake below the bridge until the Sun set and you gave up, your crystal clear eyes ruined your facial routine and your feet were tired of waiting, telling yourself what a fool you are for believing that someone like him would set his eyes on you.

Then, a tall, blond, pale-skinned man stood next to you, you didn't notice him, it was as if he had appeared out of nowhere, you jumped in fright and then realizing you were crying, you wiped your tears and looked away.

"Excuse me, do you know where [xxx] is? "You asked him to leave at once, your foreign accent was noticeable for miles.

"It's six blocks from here." He answered dryly, without looking you in the face, his eyes were droopy, empty, they didn't shine despite the evening illumination, his aura was mysterious, dim, interesting.... But you already loved someone else.

"Thank you." You thanked before you left.

Before you turned around, the stranger turned to see you, your appearance looked similar to him, he searched in his memories who you looked like until he realized that you were that famous writer, he didn't hesitate to go behind you to take your arm and stop you.

"Excuse me." He said, you turned to look at him confused, tilting your head slightly waiting for him to explain himself. "I... I know you."

"I don't know who you are.." You said, still dumbfounded.

The stranger looked lost, as if he was searching for an excellent answer, he was silent for a while, you just rolled your eyes and disengaged from his grip, going on your way.

Then, you heard his voice again behind you.

"Wait!" You saw him again. His eyes unlike the first time you saw them, they were bright, flashing red pigments, you could feel a good feeling from him, from his very formal dress, his long straight hair, his style so.... Hungry for life.

"Yes?"

...

"I'm your prince... Your golden prince."

THIS WQS MESSY I KNOW I MEAN I DIDN'T EVEN MADE A MASTERLIST HAAHHAJA IDK HOW TO MAKE ONEZ ANYWAYS

[partially-controlled-chaos]

Little WIP Wednesday

Decided to go ahead and do a little WIP Wednesday for chapter 3 of New Life Shall Prosper since I had a chunk of it written already. Couldn't post too much without spoiling much of the chapter so it's just a little one.

Thank you SO much to everyone that's read both chapters that are up so far and have been loving on it! I can't express how much I appreciate it and hope you'll enjoy this as well! Little more angsty than normal, but there's fluff for this chapter I promise.

You can find chapter 1 here. You can also find the newly posted chapter 2 here.

As the children murmured amongst themselves about what you had shared of your story so far, your breath hitched. A sharp, unfamiliar sensation shot across your lower abdomen; not exactly painful but surprising enough to catch you off guard. It wasn’t a movement from the child or a rumble from something you had eaten, but something else you couldn’t quite place. You lightly pressed your fingers against the source of the discomfort and adjusted yourself in your seat, hoping the change in position would take away the feeling. The pressure and seating changed helped for a few moments, allowing you to recompose yourself, but when another wave made its way across again, you realized what you were experiencing; a contraction.

“Please, little one,” you whispered, “just wait a little longer. Just a few more days, please, my little love.” Your hand rested along the tender spot of your belly as you pleaded with your child, begging them to wait until Halsin’s return. Another mild contraction rippled across, seemingly lighter this time. You prayed to the Oak Father that this was simply false labor and could still be allotted a few more days to wait for Halsin. He had been gone much longer than the promised ten-day and your faith in him returning in time for the birth was dwindling rapidly. 

You also offered a quick, silent prayer to Silvanus that Halsin would return and soon. He needed to be here; he deserved it. Halsin had expressed his excitement about the child to you in the months prior, the smile on his face had never been so big as he spoke of wanting to hold the baby in his arms with you by his side. He had also confided that he never realized just how badly he wanted a child of his own until he had figured out that you were pregnant. Centuries of duty and responsibility had barred him from starting his own little family, and given that he was the only surviving member of his family, he had come to terms with being the last of his line. But now that you were expecting, he was overjoyed with the idea of his very own little one running around.

And this excitement was present in everything he had done in the months since. Halsin put in a labor of love to hand craft a crib from the finest wood of the area, carving and engraving as if it would be his lasting masterpiece to this world. He had whittled toys for the child from similar wood and you always found him carving away when there was downtime and had started nesting almost immediately. There was a newfound youth and spring in his step that had only increased the closer you came to your delivery date. He no longer treated every day as if he was an old man pining for missed opportunities. Now, he was a young man bursting at the seams with anticipation. 

Along with this, he made sure that you wanted for nothing, until now at least. Right now, you wanted him home. Halsin deserved the chance to witness the birth of the child and be the first one to hold them in a loving embrace. You knew that was what he wanted as well. You both had been adamant that when the time came for your labor to begin, he would be there by your side to help in any capacity, but also be the one to deliver the child into the world. He was an accomplished healer so anything that could threaten either of your lives could be remedied by him, but also for the simple fact that he wanted to be there for every step. 

To see nature in action in welcoming the first bit of new life into this once barren wasteland would be euphoric to him; added satisfaction because it was his child that would break the curse of death in the lands. But, more selfishly, you wanted him home because you were terrified to give birth alone. However, given the circumstances and the new pain shooting across your abdomen, it was becoming more and more likely that your greatest fear would become a reality. 

Not edited and still needs the rest to go along with it, but at this point you know me in writing way more than I probably should. Also gives me a chance to update the tag list.

Tag List: @incrediblethirst @reignydeys @thoughts-of-bear @im-eating-rn @beardedladyqueen @simplysaying @emorylovescats @distelsterncat @cryingoverpixelsetc @knightofmight01

[fe-fictions]

Okay but now we need to see a story of Dimitri and his boys all fretting over the newest addition to the family 😂 i love picturing them all protective over this tiny baby girl who sticks by her mama most of the time

(I am always a supporter of the Fodlan husbands having big families... first Sylvain and now Dima with his little trio!!! ; A ; )

When his firstborn son was brought into the world, he had initially fretted over hurting the baby by accident. Upon holding him the first time when you insisted he try it…he realized all those fears were for nothing.

The first prince was a strong boy, robust even as a newborn baby. His fears were quickly assuaged.

His second son, born a few years alter, was far softer and quieter than his brother, but was still a healthy and happy baby. Dimitri held even less concern over his secondborn, because he had the experience of being a father and knowing how to handle and raise a son, now.

But then came the third baby. A surprise pregnancy, and one that seemed to be different from your first two. It was a harder pregnancy,  and an even more difficult birth. The reason for this became clear in an instant; you had given birth to the first Blaiddyd princess in generations

Dimitri didn’t know what the hells he was supposed to do with this information.

He’d been stationed outside the delivery room, tending to his two young sons while waiting anxiously for news about his wife and third child.

He never anticipated Mercedes telling him that you gave birth to a healthy baby girl.

And when he was allowed into the room to see you and the baby?

He was just utterly flummozxed.

“B-Byleth…” he stuttered despite himself, nearly stumbling on his way to see you.

You cradled a bundle to your chest; a familiar sight he’d seen twice before.

But this time, there was an even warmer and softer smile on your lips. This time, you were cooing over a little girl.

The Princess of Fodlan.

The fact that those words had even crossed through his mind had made his heart erupt into thundering palpitations.

“Come, Dima…come meet your daughter.”

“I-I…” He trailed off when he finally made it to your side, drawing up a chair to the bedside so that he could sit beside you. “I cvan’t believe it. IMercedes…she said it was a girl. Is it truly…..do we have a daughter?”

‘See for yourself,’ You smiled at him, dawing the blankets back from the newborn’s round little face. “This is indeed your daughter. And she’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

Dimitri was at a loss for words. She was so very tiny- were her brothers that size when they were born? He recalled them being pudgier, and still wailing even after their mother held them. 

This one…she was snoozing happily, nuzzled into your chest, and she was the cutest, tiniest creature he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Oh…oh, Beloved…she is so very beautiful…” He gasped, on instinct his hand extended to brush the baby’ scheek.

But quickly he remembered himself and withdrew, a great fear coming over his face.

“Is she too beautiful to touch, my love?” You joked, but he shook his head, expression quite grave.

“I fear…she is far too small, Byleth. What if I harm her by accident?”

“You sound like you did when our firstborn was introduced to you.” 

He nodded, the wariness growing. “T-that is because she is so small! Look at her, Byleth! She’s….she’s so much more petite than her brothers were. I-is she not premature/”

“Mercedes told me she’s just a little bit smaller. But both the boys were closed to this size when they were born. Maybe they were a little bit bigger, but-”

“There! You see? She’s far more delicate than them- we must set up her room and update the nursery to be more safe than we ever prepared it previously. We cannot risk her falling to harm with such a tiny frame!”

“Dima, darling, she’s a newborn. She’s going to be fragile no matter what. There’s no reason to treat her any different than the boys; well, aside from her personality. Hopefully she’ll be an easy baby since the delivery was…difficult.”

“Yes…yes, of course.” He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He brought his arm around your shoulders, drawing you to his chest and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I-I was so stunned by the revelation that we have a daughter, I forgot to extend my deepest congratulations to you. You’ve done well, once again. And I am eternally grateful that you came through another delivery.”

“Heh, thank you.” You giggled softly, always amused by his sincerity. He spoke as if you’d completed a mission you could’ve trained for, rather than suffering through a long and hard birth.

“I am so proud of you. Thank you for giving us another beautiful child…and a daughter, no less.” He beamed at you, stroking your hair tenderly. “You never fail to surprise me, even after all these years.”

“Maybe next time I’ll switch it up with twins.”

“Beloved, please,” He laughed nervously, “I do not believe that’s something either of us have control over…nor is it something we should be worrying about when we have a newborn to take care of.”

“Fair enough.” You settled back into the pillows, offering the girl for him to hold. “Do you want to greet your daughter properly?”

“If…if you think it’s all right.” He replied carefully, going rigid when the little bundle was passed into his hands.

She was so tiny, she didn’t even fit in space from the crook of his arm to his wrist.

And his heart was filled with love, overwhelmed with the thought that this delicate, beautiful little girl was his daughter. Her tiny breaths were so sweet,cradled close to her father’s chest.

Dimitri was fighting the desire to cry right there- now was no time to cry. Certainly not while he had two young princes waiting to see their mother.

“Should I fetch the boys? I know they were waiting to see their mother. But if you’d rather enjoy the peace and quiet a little while longer, we don’t have to.”

“No, I think that’s a great idea. I’m sure they’ll be just as surprised to meet their new sister.”

Dimitri nodded, carefully returning the newborn to your arms.

He wasted no tie getting to the doors, informing the nursemaids that the young princes could join them. They needed to meet their new little sibling, after all.

The pair scampered in, eyes sparkling with excitement. Dimitri watched after them when they hurried past, all but racing to their mother’s bedside.

“Mama! You did it!” 

“Can we see him? Can I hold him?”

“Certainly, “You chuckled, shifting so that the boys could see the bundle in your ahnds. “MikhaelMikhail, Eisner…meet your new baby sister.”

The boys gasped, eyes wide in shock when they realized that pudgy, pink little thing you were holding wasn’t a new brother at all- but it was their sister.

“Mama…Mama!!!”

“Yes, Eisner?”

Your youngest son gulped, jabbing a finger at his sister’s round face. “She’s a girl!!!”

Dimitri and you both laughed. 

“Yes, she is, my love.” You tousled his hair, “Isn’t she cute?”

“She’s real pink,” Mikhail observed, “Is she supposed to be that pink?”

“You and your little brother looked the very same when you were born, you know. Perhaps even rosier.” Dimitri replied, beaming at his adorable sons who were currently obsessing over their sister.

“Were we that tiny, too?” Eisner piped up again, putting a testing hand on the blankets she snoozed in. 

“She’s actually a little bit smaller than you two were. She’s the littlest of the three of you, from what I recall.”

“Which means you’ll need to take special care of your sister to make sure she grows up big and strong, like you two.”

“How do we do that, Papa?” Mikhail asked, wriggling his way onto the bed so he could also put a curious hand on the little girl.

“Well, for starters, you can help your mother by holding the baby when she needs to rest. You can play with her, and read to her…and when she’s ready for a bottle, you can also make sure she gets fed.”

“Ooh- if we can play with her, does that mean we get to fight with her too? If we start training her now, she’ll be super strong when she’s our age, right?”

“I’m afraid she won’t be able to pick up a blade for a while, son, let alone a toy dagger. The most she’ll be able to hold is your finger, perhaps.” Dimitri mused, motioning for Mikhail to give it a try.

Carefully, your eldest reached forward, finding the teeny tiny hand that wasn’t bundled away, and pressed his fingers into her palm. Almost instantly hers wrapped around them, eliciting an excited gasp from her big brother.

“Oh!! She did! She’s holding my hand, Papa!!”

“Good job.” You said with a smile that suggested all the happiness in the world was filling your heart right then and there.

After a little more time passed, the visit had to come to an end. The queen and princess did need their rest, and you were in need of a change of dress while the bedsheets and blankets were cleaned and refreshed.

Dimitri took his sons out for a delightful dinner and their favorite desserts, as a treat for being such sweet big brothers.

Of course, in the brief time they were apart from you, they formed a pact, vowing to protect the little princess from any and all harm. 

And said pact was extremely effective, until her Crest of Blaiddyd activated and her strength rivaled that of her adult father…at the age of five.

Needless to say, the addition of your little girl was a welcome and ever-exciting surprise for your growing family.

[blackjack-15]

after traveling on NYD, the work week from hell, and sleeping ~8 hours in 5 days, i am back baby let's go episode 3

"i googled fun the other day" oh we're starting from a place of complete mental wellness! also this is a hilarious delivery. the bear is a comedy etc etc

ugh carmy's instinct to backpedal when he says what he really thinks is coming up -- he mentions the restaurant opening is hard and stressful, he walks it back; he says something neutral (not even negative!) about his family, he walks it back. this is a more repressed carmy than we saw in the first two episodes, and i'm a little fascinated by it.

it's also repression, pure and simple. the absolute fear of expressing negativity -- especially about someone -- to people, so he pretends it's okay and keeps going, correcting himself when he says something to close to what he actually means

i've asked about a billion times what exactly carmy is afraid will happen if he doesn't repress himself. looking forward to that being answered, at least in part, this season

"i don't think my family meant to ruin it...sometimes they just try too hard, or make promises they couldn't keep" oof. family episode this season, calling it now. flashback or present-day or a mix of both, we're getting the Berzatto Clan in a way we haven't before

"have to remind myself to breathe. that there's not always another shoe, which is incredibly difficult, because there is always another shoe" i'm glancing back at my tags liveblogging this, most of which are asking when the other shoe drops...synergy...

the very tight shots on this confessional -- slightly different framing than his fire al-anon monologue -- might tighter, much more tense, much more foreboding. he's not venting here, he's curating himself. very different experience, much less healthy experience

"maybe if i could provide [fun] for myself, it'd be easier to provide it for others" anxiety disorder coming into play here! the feeling that any service for yourself is in the pursuit of giving it to others, that the only meaning and value to your experiences is to make things better for others. i wonder why this would come up the episode after he gave an old acquaintance a fake number...

(i don't wonder. i know.)

"i'm happy to be here, you guys. thanks for letting me share" he says with the most neutral voice and the most painfully resentful expression on his face. theme of the episode? carmy's gonna lie. a lot.

nope sydcarmy stuffs, new post, y'all know the drill by now

[lou-struck]

Taste of Home

Shinsuke Kita X reader

Day 19: Taste of Home

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

~ You try your hand at making one of Shinsuke’s grandmother's recipes

Although he wouldn't admit it, something has been off about Shinsuke lately.

The holidays have come and gone leaving the two of you a bit tired from the hustle and bustle. While it was fun getting to see your friends and loved ones, sharing gifts, and eating delicious food, someone important was missing from the fun.

Yumie, his grandmother was unable to come to his family's Christmas Dinner after catching a little cold. Although it was nothing serious it was enough to keep the sweet older woman away from the festivities.

Your Boyfriend is very much a grandma’s boy and was crushed by the news. If it weren't for his grandmother’s fragile condition, the two of you would've dropped everything to spend the holidays with her. But neither of you wanted to make things any worse for the number one fan of your relationship.

Christmas dinner was missing more than Yumie’s sweet smile and familiar stories, one thing that noticeably lacking from the tabletop was her delicious cooking.

With the holidays over and Yumie still not well enough to be receiving guests, you decide to take it upon yourself to give your Fiance a little taste of home.

~

With Kita off making a last-minute rice delivery to Onigiri Miya, you knew you had the perfect window of opportunity to put your plan into action.

Weeks ago when you called Yumie to ask for one of Shinsuke's favorite recipes of hers, she took it upon herself to pen it down in her own hand on a notecard and express mail it to you.

“When you asked why she would go through the trouble of writing it down she chuckled.

“So you’ll always have it,” she said on the phone.

When you look at the carefully penned recipe in your hands it's hard to not feel a bit emotional, Yumie is a kind woman, but she keeps her prized recipes close to her chest. The fact that she gave you one so freely is enough to make your eyes water. You swore then and there that you would go above and beyond in making the dish.

Although the recipe is fairly simple, it took you hours to shop for all the ingredients ensuring that each and every scrap of food you used was of the highest quality because your partner is worth every minute of effort.

With all of the ingredients washed and displayed in front of you, you begin to prep the food. Peeling the carrots, and radishes and chopping the onions into small strips until your eyes begin to water. Blinking away the hot onion tears you turn your attention to the Loin you got from a small butcher's shop. Carving it into small strips and letting it marinate in a bath of seasonings.

When you are so focused on following the steps in front of you, hours seem to pass like minutes.

Just as you remove the finished product from the heat source you see the headlights of Kita’s truck pull down your long driveway. An excited squeak escapes your lips and you hurry to put the finishing touches on your surprise. He comes through the door just as you place his portion at the table dressing it with some chopped scallions just like how Yumie instructed you to do so.

His cheeks are pink from the cold and a few snowflakes rest lightly on his shoulder, you were so focussed on the task of hand you didn't even realize that it started snowing outside. He gently removes his boots and jacket placing them in their proper spot before glancing up at you with a relieved smile “y/n, I didn't realize you’d be home,” he says wrapping his arms around you. The cold on his skin melted away under your touch.

“I had an off day,” you smile as he warms up a bit. It's then he takes a deep breath in and his head pricks up. “Is something wrong?” you ask innocently.

“It’s nothing.” he says shaking his head, “Something just smells wonderful.”

“I did just make some dinner,” you say gingerly taking his hand and leading him toward the kitchen table where his surprise awaits.

“You’re too sweet on me,” he says following eagerly behind you towards the mouth-watering smell. 

The table couldn't look any more perfect. The stew you made still steams lightly in the colorful bowl from whence it sits and the candles you just lit burn brightly. When your boyfriend looks down at the all-too-familiar dish he stops in his tracks.

“Is this what is think it is?” he says quietly dropping his hand and sitting down at the table.

“Maybe,” you humm taking a seat across from him. “Does it look familiar?”

“Extremely,” he says lifting his spoon and placing it lightly in the broth. “May I try it?”

It’s then you realize you forgot to taste test the food before serving it. A feeling of panic hits you as you nod slightly. As all sorts of questions run through your poor brain.

What if you missed a step?

What if it’s bad?

What if it’s terrible?

Kita sips the broth before you have time to object. His face is unreadable as he swallows the stew. He just clenches the cutlery tighter and stares down at the dish.

“Shin,” you call from across the table but the words don't seem to reach him. Unable to take not knowing if your cooking tasted edible any longer, you take your spoon and try the broth.

Tasting it you brace for the feeling of a mistake on your tongue, but it doesn't ever come. The broth tastes…good.

It doesn't taste like you made it at all, it's warm and comforting in the way only a grandmother's cooking can be.

Looking back across the table you see that Shinskue’s gaze is now locked firmly on you. “Did you make this?” he says with a shaky breath. His eyes turn glassy as he waits for your response. “It tastes like my grandmother's recipe.”

“I did…” you say “I asked her for the recipe and she sent it over.”

"I-i can't believe how similar it tastes," he says taking another sip. "She has never given out one of her recipes before."

"So you like it?" you ask "I just wanted to do something for you since she couldn't be with us during the holidays."

"I love it, you did an amazing job." he praises getting up from his seat and coming over to hold you tightly. "but more than that, I love you. There is no one else who would do something like this for me."

"You know I'd do just about anything for you," you smile as he tilts your chin up towards him so he can give you a more than thankful kiss.

"And I you," he says returning to your lips to enjoy another comforting taste.

[alicentsultana]

Updated!

Warning:  this chapter contain graphic descriptions of death, pain and obstetrical violence, proceed with care.

My considerations and comments are under the cut.

So, I'd firstly would like to share that this chapter wasn't planned, I decided to include it after the user vangooooogh on AO3 suggested it, and I thought it would be good for the dramatics of the fic.

A disclaimer: I'm a pharmacist, if I understand about one thing, this thing is drugs and what they do with us. Also, I'm have chronic pain, so I believe myself qualified to share and speak about it a little.

Beware of some possible spoilers now:

You may realize that I included mostly of her interactions with Criston on the fateful day, as this is a alicole fic (oh really, as if anyone hadn't noticed), and that she doesn't mention her kids and the need to see them before the ending, I have reasons to make her like this.

As a childbride and a too young mother, I'm sticking to her difficulty to connect with her children, though now they made of her a Goddess in their minds.

Then, we have the fact that she's pregnant and worried about the baby, the delivery and th chance of her survival, her children would be the last thing dancing inside her head, they are safe and surrounded by people, she has the luxury of avoiding thinking about them.

And lastly, by the many things I heard from my own mother and my family, no parent would like for their child to watch them die, Alicent wouldn't want them to see her.

Important things to notice: the concept of family as we know is relatively new, the thing of parents who look after their children and spend time with them started near the victorian period, and for a medieval setting, and in the context of rich nobles and monarchy, the children would greet their parents and hope for the best, nanny X is taking care of them, not mother or father.

Because of the approaching ending of her pregnancy, Alicent would be expected to be confined and resting, waiting for the delivery, she would receive no one, wouldn't be bothered or see her children.

I decided against her following the confinement tradition for she's the Queen and Regent at many times, it would be inconvenient and something she would insist on not following to keep her power at the council, much more now without her father.

The descriptions of pain are very much taken from personal experience and what I think a cut like hers would feel like. Many of us, chronic pain patients have to describe what our pain feels like, with temperature, color, tactile sensations, and I decided to bring a little of it to this situation after I pondered what it would feel like for her.

She took poppy milk like Aemma had, and I'm assuming this is the analog of morphine, all the drugs derived from morphine often cloud the mind and judgment, it's hard to express yourself or maintain composure, also, my mother and other family members often shared that they remember little of the labors and deliveries, so I use this in here too. All this factors combined would make the experience be more heavy and I believe that very much closer to real experiences with bad labors and obstetrical violence that we know happens since forever really, a great shame.

Well, I think that was all. I hope you can enjoy or already enjoyed this chapter. And if you read this and is worried about your mental health and is afraid of the potential triggers: do not read this chapter, it's not intrinsical to the progression of the fic and won't be mentioned or taken in consideration for the rest of the fic.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

2023 Klaine Bingo Card

1. Debut - Express Yourself by Eaperanto

2. Page-turning - A Fine Line Between Us by MrsCriss2012

3. Box of Tissues - Underwater by dizzywhiz

4. Unusual Occupation - The Ghost Kitchen by HKvoyage

5. Wild Card - Show Me Love, Show Me Life by CoffeeAddict80

6. Summer - Camp Klaine by Kirakiwi

7. Challenge - I Don't Date Cheerios by TeddysHoney

8. LOL - Rim Job by GleefulDarrenCrissFan

9. Don't normally read - Never Saying Goodbye to You by lilyvandersteen

Thank you for your 2023 Klaine Bingo card!! There are now 92 stories in the collection. ~Lynne

1) Express Yourself by Esperanto *this story is already listed in this category

2) A Fine Line Between Us by MrsCriss2012

Kurt Hummel is a struggling actor hoping for his big break, while Blaine Anderson is a jaded, hard-headed theatre critic. It’s a fine line between love and hate.

3) Underwater by dizzywhiz

Blaine didn't intend to fall into bed with Kurt after the wedding reception, but it happened. Physically, he wanted it, but handling the emotional consequences was a different story. AKA what happens in that hotel room between Kurt pulling him in and telling him "I'll see you downstairs."

4) The Ghost Kitchen by @hkvoyage

At the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, Kurt lived in Lima with his father. Two years later, he returned to New York City. As he needed money to pay for rent and food, he got a job in a booming industry: food delivery. His first delivery order was a pick-up from Warbler Food Enterprises. Little did he know he would meet a cute chef there that would turn his world upside down.

5) Show Me Love, Show Me Life by CoffeeAddict80 | @caramelcoffeeaddict

When Blaine Anderson became a vampire over 800 years ago, he gave up on the idea of having close relationships – platonic or romantic – with anyone. As long as he could still have sex, feelings were unnecessary. But there was something different about the new transfer student, Kurt Hummel, that kept drawing him in. Kurt was unlike anyone Blaine had ever met. And Blaine was starting to think that he wasn’t the only one at Dalton with a supernatural secret. To most people, Kurt Hummel seems like your average high schooler; but there’s nothing average about him. Kurt is a warlock – a warlock that can’t use magic. When he was born, his magic went dormant, and no one knows why. But sometimes, he’s capable of things that no one – not even Kurt himself – can explain.

6) Camp Klaine by @kirakiwiwrites *this story is already listed in this category

7) I Don't Date Cheerios by @teddyshoney

Blaine, leader of the McKinley High bad boys is forced to join a club, and he winds up singing in front of the Glee Club. Who else would be in the audience besides Cheerio Kurt? Kurt's never been a fan of Blaine, but that's all about to change...

8) Rim Job by GleefulDarrenCrissFan *this story is already listed in this category

9) Never Saying Goodbye to You by @lilyvandersteen

Inspired by a beautiful drawing by @thisdoesnotsuck, this is a story where Kurt travels through time to the 1920s and falls in love with his great-grandfather’s secret beau. Featuring a family curse, doppelgängers, angst and confusion.