#i actually just ate breakfast so ill save these for lunch

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you belong with me

Day 11, story #1 is by @accio-broom

Title: you belong with me Author/Artist: accio-broom Pairing: Arthur Weasley / Molly Prewett Prompt:  Soulmate AU Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): None, unless Arthur Weasley trying to enjoy his birthday offends you.

When Arthur Weasley woke on the morning of the 6th February, nothing was out of the ordinary. He took his time, easing out of sleep like a man with nothing to do. He stretched out his body with a loud yawn, then pulled back the curtains of the four-poster bed, ignoring the attack of the winter air that filled the dorm room.

He was going to have a perfect day.

Wiggling his toes on the plush rug next to his bed, he greeted his fellow dorm mates.

“Morning, Ry.” Arthur tipped his head towards the Gryffindor on the bed opposite him. “How’s it hanging?”

Ryan was not a morning person, and he grumbled at Arthur before snuggling further under the duvet. Arthur chuckled and joined in the conversation about the latest Quidditch scores, trying his best to not lament too long on the disappointing Cannons scores. He gathered his wash bag, and made sure he had clean briefs with his uniform, then waved a cheery goodbye as he wandered off to the bathroom, whistling as he moved.

Today was Arthur Weasley’s birthday, and the day he came of age, although the notion was rather peculiar to him. He didn’t feel all that more responsible than he did yesterday, but according to Wizarding Law, he could now leave school, get a real job and get married, should he wish.

He scoffed as the thought of getting married flitted into his head, disappearing as quickly as it came. That would mean actually landing himself a girlfriend, something he hadn’t yet achieved during his six years at Hogwarts. He hadn’t even come close.

As he showered, Arthur mapped out his day in his head. If it all went to plan, he’d enjoy a big breakfast with the rest of his school friends. His classes today were straight forward—double Muggle Studies this morning, then Potions this afternoon. Between these would be lunch, and a free period, where hopefully, he’d be able to go for a fly, if the weather was okay.

If he survived the day, then he and his friends were planning a night of wizard chess, birthday cake and butterbeer, which hopefully Ryan was going to sneak from the kitchens for them.

Shower done, he dried himself off in front of one of the mirrors. As he did, he examined his body. He didn’t look any older than yesterday, there were no new lines or hairs on his body. He was still the same gangly lad with violent red hair and far too many freckles to count.

Arthur settled his glasses on his face, then loosened his towel. Without warning, a soft femine voice filled his head, taking him by surprise.

Merlin, I hate red hair.

Tightening the towel around his waist, he looked around the bathroom for the source of the sound. 

“H-hello?” he called out, but the only reply came from the echo of his greeting bouncing off the tiles. “I-is anyone there?”

I wish I were blonde or a brunette—anything but this. Nobody fancies redheads. 

His heart pounding, he checked all the nooks and crannies in the room, only to find that he was the only one there. The tips of his ears turned bright pink as he turned his attention back to his reflection. Dark circles sat under his eyes, and a frown covered his face. He was tired. It was the only explanation for the voice that was still filling Arthur’s ears with insecurities. There had been a few late nights in the library recently, as well as some early morning Quidditch practices. They must be catching up on him.

He’s no spring chicken, after all.

Hurriedly pulling on his uniform, he combed his hair then carried on whistling, hoping to block out the now persistent voice in his head.

⁂

The girl’s commentary didn’t stop whilst Arthur ate his breakfast. It filled his ears, dragging his shoulders down with negative thoughts and observations.

Everything is so greasy here, the voice wailed. No wonder I’m putting on weight. I’ll get spots if I carry on eating like this. I wish Mary wouldn’t wear so much perfume. It makes me feel sick.

The negativity depressed Arthur and was the last thing he needed on his birthday. He’d hoped for a nice day, full of presents, and easy lessons and time spent with his friends, but instead, Negative Nancy was ruining his time. He didn’t even fancy opening his gifts, which had been delivered by owl mail just as he sat down for breakfast.

Glancing down the table, he tried to work out the source of the interference in his brain, but the Gryffindor table was full of people, and conversations flew around them from every angle. He sniffed, wondering if Mary’s perfume could lead him in the right direction, but all he could smell was baked beans.

With a sigh, he shoved his second sausage into his mouth, letting the taste of his favourite breakfast food cheer him up, even if it was only a little bit.

Muggle studies was Arthur’s favourite topic, but he found it hard to concentrate as his head filled with arithmancy. He hated the subject, there was a reason he didn’t choose to continue the subject after their O.W.L.’s, so it irritated him greatly that the thoughts were disrupting learning more about muggle bridges. They were such beautiful contraptions, too.

Lunch was just as bad. Although the voice was annoying, Arthur was starting to get used to it. However, what was infuriating him was how familiar the voice sounded, yet he couldn’t work out who it belonged to. Whenever it filled his mind, it brought warm feelings and stirred something new deep inside his belly. Whatever was happening to him, he felt awkward that he was getting a very up close and personal look into someone else’s thoughts. Throughout the morning, he’d experienced such a vast range of emotions, and he felt like he might explode.

His birthday was going downhill rapidly.

By the time Potions came around, Arthur was exhausted. He arrived at class before the rest of his peers, and as soon as he settled into his usual seat, he folded his arms and rested his head on them. He was about to drop off to sleep when…

“Good afternoon, Arthur. Are you enjoying your birthday?”

Arthur’s ears pricked up. It was the same damn voice he’d been hearing all day, but this time it was loud and happening outside his head. Peeking over his arms, he watched as Molly Prewett sat down next to him and gave him a warm smile.

It was her, the voice inside his head. How had he not realised this before now?

Although he and Molly weren’t best friends, she had been his potions partner since their first year, and they often found themselves sharing a table in the library late at night. Could she hear his thoughts the same way he could listen to hers? Or was this all one-sided?

“Oh, yes, it’s fine,” he said, finally lifting his head from the desk. “Perfectly spiffing.”

Perfectly spiffing? He’s never spoken like that before, and definitely not to Molly Prewett. He usually chooses his words carefully around her, not wanting to look like an imbecile.

She giggled, and Arthur goggled at her. Was she only laughing at his choice of words, or was his internal commentary amusing her. His pulse started to quicken. There had been many thoughts throughout the day, some that would mortify him if anyone else heard.

Arthur checked on Slughorn, who was distracted writing today’s recipe on the board. Summoning the courage, Arthur took a deep breath then reached out with his mind. He crossed all his fingers and toes that this would work as he thought hard.

“Hello? Molly?”

All of a sudden, Molly sat upright in her seat. Her face turned towards him, and even through the smoke from their cauldron, Arthur could see that her eyes were wide, and her jaw was almost reaching the desk.

“Arthur? Oh Merlin, is that really you? Is it your voice I’ve heard all day?”

“Yes? I mean, I think so. I’ve been hearing your voice since I woke up, and I was curious to see if you could hear the same.”

A red blush crept from Molly’s neck and onto her cheeks, and Arthur was sure it wasn’t from their cauldron or the heat of the dungeons.

“How much did you hear?” Molly averted her gaze from him.

Arthur paused, weighing up his options. Should he lie and protect Molly from inevitable humiliation? Or should he tell her the truth? It was a difficult choice, and both came with a list of pros and cons. But Arthur wasn’t a dishonest man, and if this problem continued for much longer, Molly deserved to know what she was exposing him to.

Plus, if she was experiencing it too, then she probably had a good idea of what he’d heard.

Reaching a decision, he flexed his mind again. “All of it. I’m sorry, Molly. I tried my best to ignore it all, but it’s all I can hear.”

“What’s going on? Do you think we should go and see Madam Pomfrey?”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle. The mind-reading was not an illness or spell damage, and they hadn’t been near each other recently, save for right now. 

It’s no coincidence that this started on the morning of his seventeenth birthday, and his brothers had mentioned something similar happening to them, although at the time, Arthur put it down to them yanking his wand. They often liked to tease him, as older brothers do.

It was Percival who’d mentioned it, while they were tinkering with a Muggle car in their father’s garage last summer.

“So, this school year is going to be fun for you, Arthur,” he’d said, a smile on his face. “Coming of age, you’re allowed to go to Hogsmeade without supervision, you’ll hopefully get your apparition licence too.”

Arthur had smiled, his stomach lurching with excited nerves. “If I pass.”

Bilius had piped up. “The family record is five attempts.”

“And Dad has never grown his eyebrows back.” Percival smirked at his brothers.

Arthur joined in with the laughter, relishing getting to spend time with Percival and Bilius. Percival had married almost straight out of school, and although Bilius remained single, he was always away on secret missions for the Order of the Phoenix.

Grinning at Arthur, Pervial spoke again. “Of course, apparition isn’t the hardest thing you’ll have to deal with. If the voices start, you’re in for a treat.”

“Voices?” Arthur fumbled with his screwdriver as a frown appeared on his face.

“Yeah, don’t you know?” Percival continued, adding oil to the engine. “When Weasley men come of age, they have a special way of finding their one true love.”

“What? No, you’re making this up. This is all fairy tale nonsense, surely? Bilius hasn’t met anyone!”

“How do think Perce landed his wife so quickly?” Bilius laughed. “Wasn’t his charm or good looks, that’s for sure.”

Percival and Bilius had erupted into giggles again. The tips of Arthur’s ears burned pink. There was no way this sort of thing happened, they were just having him on. But still, the thought had appealed to him. He was so unlucky in love, that the thought of being able to automatically identify his future wife had piqued his interest for sure.

Would he be like Percival or Bilius? Only time would tell.

⁂

Arthur hadn’t thought back on that conversation since it had happened. But if what his brothers had told him was true, then there were worse women in the world to be hearing in his head. Molly was kind and pretty. He’d always had a soft spot for her, but he’d never acted on it for fear of being rejected. Now, he probably didn’t have a choice.

Taking a huge breath, he reached for Molly’s hand and squeezed it. His grip trembled but felt it pertinent for him to try and be brave, given the enormity of what they were facing. In an attempt to distract himself from her internal panic, he wet his lips before finally whispering in a low voice, 

“What do you know about soulmates?”

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Manager!Seijoh Part 8

a/n: okay so since my halloween special was a flop ill write this instead but uwuwuwuwu its also my birthday today so hehe this is kinda a special request too :D

WAIT YOU GUYS THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT IF YOURE NOT A POTTERHEAD BUT OMG I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SIRIUS BLACK LIKE WHAT :”) I THINK I SAVED A COUNTRY IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING :”)

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anon:

- IF IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! omg :0 i think we can all agree that the ramen shop will get GOOD BUSINESS that day. but it was a total surprise when the upperclassmen basically JUMP you after exiting your last class. vball practice? deliberately cancelled cuz today is YOUR day. kyo leading you, iwa making sure your eyes are closed while oikawa keeps teasing you on how you’re letting a group of men take you BLIND (cue the PUNCH). your smile is worth the XXX amount spent c,:

LOOK HOW CUTE MATTSUHANA ARE IN THIS LIKE OMG ITS LIKE IWAOI SPIRIT SWITCHED W THEIRS AND NOW IWAOI HAVE TO PULL THEM APART INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

okay yay happy birthday to me uwu

i kinda put this request off since my borfday was right around the corner so hahaha to the anon who requested this, here it is!!!

okay anyways!!!

so today is your borfday

obvs this could be any day lmao it doesnt have to be today but it can be any day just pretend the calendar was different lmao

you were born today and your parents and natsu obvs celebrated it the morning you woke up

like you were peacefully holding your squirtle plushie and snuggling close to get more sleep bc it was still early

but natsu quite literally kicked your door down and your parents walked in with a large cake with candles

STEPBRO WHAT ARE YOU-

okay ill stop now

ofc you were startled bc what the hek 

like you were so surprised that you rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the floor

instead of being yanno ‘yey! its my borfday!’ you were like ‘dear asahi kill me’

waking you up at the buttcrack of dawn?

lmao 10/10 not recommend

natsu felt really bad and he pulled you up from the floor and situated you back on the bed while your parents backtracked back downstairs

‘ohmygosh babygirl im so sorry i didnt mean to hulk smash you to the floor’

im sorry sir what 💀

this whore

you waved him off but he still felt guilty so he just pressed kisses to your forehead to soothe it

meanwhile youre just leaning against him, eyes closed, bc you grew up with natsu always doing this whenever you got hurt so it was such a soff moment for you

eventually, he was able to bring you downstairs and your parents were lowkey scared lmao but you smiled at them

‘thank you for the cake’

they breathed a sigh of relief and you sat down on the chair to eat breakfast

‘here darling’

you accepted the bowl of rice from your madre and you ate your birthday breakfast with them while yall are saving the cake for later during dinner

when you finished, you were getting up and shouting up the stairs that you were showering first

hehe natsu was all like ‘lmao why? its like 4 in the morning’

you froze, foot hovering over a step and you sighed

‘excuse me what 💀‘

yea no

you were dragged back to the kitchen and you were all pouty bc duh who the hek wants to wake up that early but your parents saved themselves by giving you your parents early

(literally anything you guys want they gave you okay? but only like 3 lmao not a bajillion things)

you were still grateful for everything and you felt very much appreciated

since it was still early, you just decided to screw it and got ready to go to school early and set up the gym for early morning practice

natsu volunteered to go with you to school but you shook your head

‘nah, im okay. the walk is peaceful’

he huffed, crossing his arms, but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because its your birthday’

hehehehe the amount of freedom during your day of birth

you were of course the first one in the gym but you didnt mind bc you actually liked the quietness that was so rare inside there

you turned on some (f/m) (lmao favorite/music) and you were sweeping, unknowingly swaying and dancing slightly

at around 5:40, the third years have arrived and since theyre the eldest, they usually get there first

omg the blush explosion on their faces when they saw you twirling around with the mop and ofc oikawa being the little poopie head he is, he swooped in and held your waist

you got startled but seeing the soft brown eyes of your captain made a soft smile appear on your face

‘hello, oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nuzzled his face to the side of your head softly

‘morning, y/n-chan’

before he could go on, iwa threw him away behind him and you giggled

mattsun raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior

‘hm? why are you so happy today, y/n-chan?’

you stopped then chuckled

‘nothing much, mattsun-san’

you didnt really want to tell them it was your birthday bc tbh you didnt think it was a big deal or anything

the others werent complaining bc they rarely see you so lively and upbeat and they loved it

you were humming under your breath for gods sake

the other boys have trickled in and again, they also went ‘?’

your soft smiles, giggles, and joy was everything to them 

god bless for this beautiful morning

poor kindaichi cowered in fright as he braced himself for a scolding from you for missing a block but he got even more scared when you just patted his head

‘its okay, yuu-kun. there’s always a next time’

yea there was something wrong

unfortunately, school was starting and they weren’t able to start questioning you and there aint no way kindaichi and kunimi were going to do that themselves without the upperclassmen who could calm you down if you got too defensive

you were skipping down the hallway and you even looped your arms around your first year friends and they shared a confused look before being dragged by you

during class, darling kunimi was too busy and distracted by your quiet singing of some show that takeru watched when you were over

‘KUNIMI-SAN, IS MATH SO BORING THAT YOU FIND INTEREST ON L/N-SAN INSTEAD?’

yes, yes it is

but he didnt say that and instead turned away so fast that you felt the wind beside you

DID A 180 CRAZY~~~

he texted the separate bros group chat about you still being all happy and they were all curious as to what makes you so happy

during lunch time, kindaichi usually went over to go eat with you and kunimi right?

but he was surprised when he just saw kunimi there without you

‘wh-’

‘i dont know’

‘what do you mean you dont know?!’

nah fam we not dying yet

natsu texted you earlier that he had a bento for you that he made himself and he wanted you to eat it instead of the one your mom made

you were passing by the building entrance door thingy and caught the attention of the third years who were at the rooftop eating their lunch

there was also other students outside and they watched your flowery aura skip over to the equally attractive hiroshi natsu

‘y/n-chan~’

he cooed and you smiled up at him

curse him and his tall height

he let you hold the f/c cloth covered box so he could cup your face and kiss over your booboo again

‘wo mow, matsu-’

translation: no more, natsu!

you whined as he kept kissing your forehead and you were turning red at the attention from the other students

dang oikawa crushed his juice box at the sight even though he knew natsu was just a cousin

‘ill save you, y/n-chan!’

he shouted, already flying down the stairs towards you and the other third years after him to keep him from doing something stupid

but they also lowkey wanna see you too

but by the time they reached the entrance, you were already walking away and even passed by the quartet, giving them a close-eyed smile and a cute ‘hello!’

the 3 were distracted by you and were coddling you while oikawa ran out and shouted after natsu’s retreating form

‘natsu! oi, natsu!’

as if the boy was purposely ignoring him, natsu kept walking forward

‘HIROSHI NATSU!’

his scream finally made him turn around and natsu’s face held a teasing smirk

‘oya? chibi-chan?’

KDJFSLFDFKDSJKFD YES YOU CALLED?

oikawa huffed and panted as he firmly walked over to natsu

‘tell me, hiroshi natsu. why is y/n-chan all cutesy and happy today?’

then the smirk fell, replaced by an actual, genuine annoyed look

‘hah?’

oikawa blinked

‘what do you mean ‘hah’?’

natsu waved his hands around in a frenzy of shock

‘so you mean to tell me, you, oikawa tooru, the dude who literally woke up the neighborhood at the buttcrack of dawn a few weeks ago, in love with my cousin, doesn’t know what today is?’

‘was i supposed to,,,, know?’

KSDLFJSDKFJDS THIS DUDE

natsu’s face became a meme and the guy was so disappointed that he just turned around and continued walking

oikawa gasped and clutched natsu’s arm, begging and pleading to tell him

ofc the little shite natsu is, he smirked down at oikawa’s kneeling form

‘hmm, gotta say, chibi-kun. i like this view~’

KDSLFJSDKFJLSDKFJDKS WHOS CHILD ARE YOU, HIROSHI NATSU

‘tell me, natsu-chan!’

the puppy eyes of oikawa tooru not only affected girls but also boys fully socked homosexual boys so natsu had to turn away, fighting down a blush

stay loyal to katsuki

stay loyal to katsuki

stay loyal to katsuki

wait, no, probably tetsu

or kenma

or both

or keiji

‘-me! natsu-chan!’

that snapped the pink-haired boy out of his thoughts and crossed his arms, glaring down at oikawa

‘hm, why do you wanna know so bad? youre on your knees, begging me for information you shouldve already known since you claim to like her so much’

oikawa pouted and he sniffled

‘i wanna know everything about y/n-chan. i wanna know what today is so i can make her as happy as she is today forever!’

‘youre so cheesy’

natsu chided and oikawa pouted even harder causing natsu to sigh and pinch his nose

‘the girl was born today’

oikawa’s face lit up and he hurriedly stood on his feet, hands on natsu’s biceps since he could barely reach natsu’s shoulders bc of his 6′5 height

‘its her birthday today?!’

‘i literally just said that-’

‘oh my gosh! we need to plan something!’

oikawa started but then frowned

‘but we’re in school so it would be too late to do a surprise when we finish’

his mumbles 

filled their vicinity and natsu finally realized where exactly they were so he tugged the still mumbling boy over to the side out of people’s view

ohmygosh if i saw 2 handsome, tall, hot boys there, id be staring too omg

‘oi, oikawa’

he still didnt budge until natsu had to kick him at the leg

rip not his knee yall

tooru flinched and hatefully glared at the boy but natsu pointedly glared at him right back

‘before you start bitching to me, i was just gonna suggest i can help you and your little plan to woo my baby cousin’

as if he wasn’t irritated in the first place, tooru lit up and he excitedly clung onto natsu

‘really? you’ll really help me?’

natsu rolled his eyes and tried to pry the brunette off of him but he felt the grip tighten

‘listen, oikawa, as much as i like having pretty boys hang on to me, i’d really appreciate if you just back off a bit and actually understand what im saying’

can i just say how long their lunch break is?

and not at natsu trying to get with oikawa and oikawa completely missing it

‘you can go do your education scam system thing while i can go set things up over at that one noodle place she likes’

natsu explained

oikawa was about to smile until he paused and leaned away

‘theres a catch. i know theres a catch’

then natsu smirked, confirming oikawa’s suspicion

‘ill think about what i really want but for now, i just wanna see that one doggie boy you guys have. also, your friend with the big arms’

lmao imagine the surprise in oikawa’s face

‘YOU GO FOR THEM BUT NOT ME?!’

‘why? you want me to?’

‘YES! i mean, well-no but YES!’

‘*sigh*’

thats how oikawa ended up telling the boys about the last minute birthday surprise for you and the help from natsu

‘yea, apparently its her birthday. also, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, you need to talk to natsu-chan’

‘hah?! why?!’

‘THAT IDIOT?!’

you were minding your own business during class until you saw kunimi raise his hand

‘yes, kunimi-kun?’

‘bathroom’

normally, you wouldve just looked away but you noticed him grab his bag when the teacher wasn’t looking which prompted you to sigh since he was skipping class

i mean, whats the point of skipping class when the day is about to be over in like 15 minutes anyways?

‘make sure to come to practice’

you whispered when he passed and he smiled, making you raise an eyebrow bc that was a smile you knew that had a hidden meaning behind it

when the bell rang, everyone nyoomed themselves out of there and you were just walking past the door when a body came crashing to you which made you distracted and allowed a chance of vulnerability

there was a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind, hands grabbed your own from in front, and an arm around your waist started to guide you forward

‘um, just so you know, i have the power of god, anime, and iwa-san by my side and i wont hesitate to kick you in the di-’

‘its so cute when y/n-chan threatens us’

a voice from in front of you hums and you smiled

‘you wont think im really cute once youre on the floor clutching your di-’

‘oi, y/n, ill wash your tongue with soap’

‘yes, iwa-san’

you continued to walk, completely trusting at the hands of your boys, when you felt yourself being pulled to turn a corner

‘iwa-san? aren’t we going to the gym? why are we exiting the gates?’

the boys exchanged a look of amazement at your sense of intuition and the accuracy of your guess despite being deprived of your senses

‘dont think you can lie to us, y/n-chan! how could you not tell us its your birthday today?!’

you heard mattsun a few feet in front of you whine and you giggled

‘its not important’

then kyotani scoffed, you knowing it was him by feeling him twitch by the arm around your waist

‘boke, of course its important’

‘so your punishment for lying to us, we’re kidnapping you’

makki teased and you rolled your eyes beneath iwa’s hands

‘oh, shiver me timbers’

the walk continued, you still being dragged around, and you heard oikawa laugh

‘oh dear, its a sight to see, ain’t it? if only you can see the looks people are giving us, y/n-chan~ a group of boys taking a little girl like you? how could you trust us to not do something to you-ACK!’

you cut him off when you lifted your foot to kick right where it hurts the most

forget his weewee

its the knee

poor child crumbled to the floor and had to be picked up by baby watari

‘oh wata-cchi, youre the only one who cares about oikawa-san!’

you heavily sighed at the exagerrated theatrics of your captain

‘the one day. the one day when he could be a normal person for once’

you grumbled but stopped when you heard iwa laugh by your ear

‘he’s right you know. you technically lied to us when we asked if there was something special’

you shivered and you leaned your head back

‘its okay, iwa-san. we can talk about it after this event. make sure to give me my present, okay?’

SKDLFJSDKFJDSKFLDS GIRL NO I CANT I WANNA JUMP-

but iwa chuckled and he promised you that you would love his present

kyotani’s arm tightened around you, as if prompting you that he was still there and he wanted your attention too

‘careful there, pup’

he warned when you almost tripped over air

‘hehe, i know ill always be safe when youre next to me, kyo-san’

you teased and he was lucky your eyes were covered bc you would see the way his cheeks tinted red

‘s-shut up, idiot! maybe i shouldve just let you fall and hit your head! not like its gonna do damage since theres nothing there anyways!’

you just giggled and he retaliated by pinching your waist to which you squealed and gripped his hands

then the smell of the ramen broth entered your nose

‘are we-?’

‘nope! not there yet, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice made you whine and complain but then he stopped, making everyone else stop too

‘okay, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, release her!’

both grumbled something about you being treated like a pokemon but stopped when your eyes widened and contorted into confusion

‘huh?’

oikawa grinned and your eyes met to see the way his eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign that this one was a rare genuine smile

‘come on! lets go!’

you let him take you inside the restaurant until your feet stopped, eyes wide when you noticed the streamers and the cake by the corner

your parents stood with natsu by the table and a large smile decorated your face

‘you,, you did this for me?’

you whispered and the team made noises of agreement

‘we had to do something for you to celebrate the day you were born. its a special day because you came into the world and we were able to meet you’

yahaba grinned and you gave him a big hug but you leaned back a bit so that the others would know you’re talking to them too

‘everyone, thank you. i love you’

they all scoffed a bit to hide their flustered state but they still smiled and each gave you a hug

‘oi! come here and eat the food! oikawa’s paying today!’

natsu shouted, which caught the attention of some customers in the restaurant, but they just ignored it bc theyve seen you and the team so many times that yall practically lived there

‘what?! i didnt-’

oikawa started but your mother came up to him and clasped her hands to his, sharing the same exact grin you have

‘you must be oikawa tooru. y/n has told me loads about you’

excuse him while he descends to heaven bc your mother is practically another you

iwa was already acquainted with your dad so they started talking and you just stood back, observing your two families interact with each other

you were so unbelievably happy that it hurts

kindaichi noticed you and he slinked away from the debate between makki and mattsun to go sling an arm around you

‘so? what do you think?’

you turned to him with glassy eyes

‘im so blessed. so blessed to have these amazing people with me’

poor babie panicked a bit bc he didnt really know how to comfort a crying girl but he just wrapped his arms around you

‘hehe, its kinda the other way around actually. we’re blessed to have someone like you’

he whispered and you giggled then playfully hit his shoulder

‘so cheesy, yuu-kun’

he leaned away from the hug and gave you an offended look

‘but its true! i dont know what we did to have-’

‘Y/N-CHAN! NO! HELP!’

oikawa shouted from the other side, cutting off your soft moment with kindaichi

‘what are you doing, natsu?’

you noticed your cousin wrapping his arms around your captain and trying to drag him away but poor tooru was scrambling to escape

‘we made a deal, didnt we, darling~? i know what i want now and youre going to have to give me you’

oikawa screamed

a/n: can we please pretend i posted this on november 3? bc i was dumb and forgot to post this and KLDJLSDKFJDSKD IM SO ANGRY but its okay at least i am able to publish this haha

[sugakuns]

[ʜᴄ] | 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: mentions of eating disorders

kageyama, hinata, oikawa & yamaguchi helping their s/o with an ed

ᴀ/ɴ:​ gender neutral pronouns, apologies beforehand if this is repetitive, i am not a person who personally suffers from an ed so i apologise if my writing seems stiff and such

— kageyama t.

kageyama isn’t very,,bright in anything that’s not volleyball

but, he has enough common sense to know that you don’t “eat” like he would

he sees how you often refuse food by using the same excuses, or, if you do eat food you do hesitantly, and take small bites

he’d probably search up something like “why does my s/o barely eat?”

a lot of articles say that it could be shyness, but one that catches his eye is something that details eating disorders

tbh, he just straight up asks you but in private

“[y/n], do you have an eating disorder?”

it takes a while for him to fully understand, but he listens

he tries to encourage you to take small bites of food, celebrating when you eat

if you’re having an exetremly bad day, week or month with it he’ll be by your side

even though he’s swamped with volleyball practice he squeezes in time to talk to you

unlike the others, he’s a silent supporter, he won’t outwardly shout or scream “I believe in you” or “I’m proud of you” he shows it through actions

when you eat, he’ll give you a smile and squeeze your hand

when you tell him about your problems, he’ll nod and take into account what you’re saying

when you ask for help, he helps

sometimes he’ll drop by your house and bring a few small snacks like granola bars and water bottles

he doesn’t like the idea and sitting down and watching you eat your food because he sees it as invasive and too forceful on his behalf

but he’ll ask little questions like “are you feeling okay today?” or “have you had a snack? if you want ill get you something!”

although he’s a little stiff in the emotion department, he really tries his best and his small efforts to help and understand are flattering

— hinata s.

hinata is bubbly, bright, energised and he’s around a lot of people like him

so he’s able to spot when you’re not quite yourself, when you’re not as energised as usual

he will ask you if you’re alright and why you seem to be so dull at times

so when you tell him you have an ed his heart literally shatters

he’s a loud supporter, telling you when you eat that he’s proud of you and when you’re talking about shifting your eating schedules he’ll turn to you with the biggest smile and say “I believe in you”

at lunch and stuff, when he notices you’re anxious about being around so many people who might question why you’re not eating he’s right by your side

and if you’re not comfortable out right saying that you have an ed to others he’ll cover for you

“me and [y/n] have a date later so we’re saving our appetites!” Or “[y/n] doesn’t feel well today”

he’s so cute, searching up little tips on how to help you, how to support you and how to help you overcome your ed

i see hinata was someone who always has some sort of sweets on him so every now and again he’ll offer you something

but he will mention if he’s noticed you haven’t properly ate in a few days he’ll mention it to you

tbh he can be a little overwhelming, because when you try and eat he’ll stare at you as you do so

but it’s all out of love, and his hearts melts when you tell him you ate around half a sandwich, or even a few bites of your breakfast

he’s proud, and always by your side throughout the whole thing

— oikawa t.

i feel as if oikawa would actually understand

because he has a lot of attention on him he’s obviously a bit vain, so he’s constantly making sure his appearance is in check

he doesn’t have an eating disorder, but he can empathise with you in the fact that you’re unhappy with the way you look/feel

if it’s more to do so with the actual feeling of eating food he’ll be more sympathetic

he tried to understand to the best of his abilities, usually relying on the internet

he’s actually mentioned therapy to you since he did extensive research on the topic

he loves you so much so he tries everything in his power to help you

whether it be by checking up on you, making an effort to spend lunch with you or just being with you

he probably would be a little off at the start since it’s his first time dating someone with an ed, but it’s mainly because he doesn’t want to do anything to upset you or offend you

definitely has a few serious sit downs with you about it

if he feels he needs to step in he will but overall he does give you some needed space

he doesn’t like to over crowd you with the subject of eating but he will mention it to you when he feels he should

— yamaguchi t.

yamaguchi is already a very sensitive individual

he’s extremely empathic and sympathetic towards anyone so it intensifies when he’s with you

he doesn’t have an ed, but he can understand your anxiousness when you’re expected to eat in public

like hinata he covets for you at lunch/breaks if you wish to not share your ed with others

he’s most likely confided in tsuki since tsuki is a small eater, he tries to get insight on what tsuki would eat in a day and how he feels when he is ‘forced’ to eat by others

he’ll help you make little meal plans that you don’t even need to stick to!

he searched up a lot of stuff that can be benificial for you

such as schedules and stuff but he doesn’t want you to feel as if it’s your only option

i feel like he’d always be offering you something but it doesn’t mean you have to take it, he’s just happy even if you take a small bite of something

every day you’ll get texts and they’re very heartfelt

“I believe in you” and more stuff like “I’m with you every step of the way”

he likes to remind you physically that he loves and cares for you, so many sweet kisses and warming hugs are coming your way

he’s a silent/loud supporter

in public he won’t outwardly say for your sake but in private he’ll tell you how proud he is of you and your progress

[writingwhimsey]

The Tiger and the Oda Princess Ch. 3

Chapter 3

It was the week of Shingen's birthday. My period had never come and my symptoms were still getting stronger. I was indeed pregnant. There were also new symptoms added, one of them was that my breasts had grown more tender...and boy was that a hard one to hide from Shingen.

I had finally figured out how I would give Shingen the news. I was going to tell him on our outing the day before his birthday. We were going to be staying the night at an inn. The same one we stayed at for our honeymoon, actually. It was perfect.

I had started on a little sewing project that I would have finished in time for our trip. I had some plans for what we would do during the day, planting hints all day and then I would give him the gift when we got to the inn that night.

I smiled as I worked on my little project. It was my first dive into the baby fashion world, but I knew it would be perfect. I kept picturing the smile on Shingen's face as I continued to sew. Yukimura had caught me falling asleep in the middle of my other sewing projects a couple of times, but luckily he hadn't caught me throwing up again.

Somehow I had managed to not throw up around Shingen. Though part of me wondered if he suspected something. He was very perceptive and attentive, especially when it came to me.

It was then that I heard Shingen's footsteps coming down the hall. I quickly tucked my sewing project away just before he could open the door. He eyed me suspiciously as he walked into the room. "What were you up to?" He asked.

"Just sewing." I answered.

Shingen walked over to sit down beside me. He then pulled me into his lap. "You're hiding something from me."

"Well...if you do remember correctly your birthday is coming up...is it too much for you to assume I am working on something for you?" I replied. As long as I told him the truth, I didn't have to worry about him digging too far into what I was truly hiding.

"You being by my side is gift enough." He told me.

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him, resting them on his shoulders. "That may be, but I still want to make you something special. Besides, I know you're going to love this."

"I'll love anything you make for me." He said, placing a tender kiss on my lips.

Oh, you've no idea how much you're going to love this one. I thought, unable to hide my smile.

Shingen looked at me in the eyes. He lifted a hand and gently rubbed his thumb beneath my eye. "I hope you're not working too hard...you look tired." He told me, nothing but loving concern in his voice.

"Says the man who fought a war while facing a crippling illness." I retorted. "And acting like it was nothing."

"You just won't ever let me forget that, will you?" He asked, his tone teasing.

"And I'm not the only one." I replied.

"Thankfully an angel came to me and saved me." He said. "And has made all of my dreams come true in the process." He was then moving his hand around to the back of my head and pulling my lips to his.

I felt myself melting into him and our kiss. Oh how I loved his kisses. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Pardon the interruption, Lord Shingen." Came the apologetic voices of one of his vassals.

Shingen and I both sighed as we broke our kiss, though he still kept an arm around me, holding me in his lap. "What is it?" He asked.

"A visitor has come for an audience with you and I believe he brings a gift and well wishes for your birthday." The vassal answered.

"I'll be there in a moment." He told his vassal, who bowed and then left, closing the door behind him.

Shingen sighed and rested his brow against mine. "I suppose we'll have to pick this back up later."

"Though I hate having to share you, I am glad so many people love you enough that they want to come wish you a happy birthday." I replied. "And we have the rest of our lives. I can share you for a little while."

"My angel is so gracious." Shingen replied, smiling at me. He was then giving me another tender kiss. "Just make sure you and Yuki aren't too busy planning my party that you tire yourself out before tonight."

"What...how did you...but we were so careful..." I sputtered, my eyes widening in surprise.

Shingen chuckled. "And that just confirms that you are." He told me, his tone teasing.

I narrowed my eyes at him, playfully. "You tricked me."

"I had my suspicions." Shingen replied.

"You're too smart for your own good." I teased. "And I always fall right into the palm of your hand."

"And you love it." He said, teasing.

"Only because I know how good you are with those hands."

We shared another kiss before pulling away from each other and Shingen headed out to meet with the visitor.

I was getting ready to pull my sewing project back out when a wave of nausea hit me once again. I was quickly grabbing a nearby pot and revisiting my lunch. That was of course the moment Yukimura chose to come to my door.

"Ava..."

"Just ate too much at lunch." I said, when I had finished.

Otsuna was then coming in behind Yukimura. "What in the world? My lady, are you alright?" She asked, motherly concern in her voice as she came over to kneel beside me.

"I'm fine." I replied.

"You know it was a couple of weeks ago I caught you throwing up before." Yukimura said.

"And I had just ate something that didn't agree with me that day." I lied.

"If you're sick..." Yukimura said.

"I'm not." I argued.

"Lord Shingen should know." He said.

"He will...just not yet." I countered.

"I'm going to go tell him." Yukimura said.

"No! I will tell him, just not yet, okay?"

Otsuna was looking at me, a knowing look on her face. She then looked at Yukimura. "Yukimura, let Lady Ava be the one to tell Lord Shingen. It is obviously important to her." She told him.

Yukimura seemed conflicted for a moment before letting out a big sigh. "You know, if you're trying to wait till after his birthday because you're afraid of ruining it, you really shouldn't. You know he just wants you to be healthy...we all do."

I gave Yukimura a smile. "Just trust me on this? Otsuna clearly does."

He sighed again. "Alright, but you rest. I'll work with the maids and vassals on finishing up the preparations, alright?"

"Deal." I agreed.

He was then turning to walk out the door. Otsuna grabbed the pot from me and took it out to be cleaned. She returned a bit later with a cup of cool water and a rather delicious smelling soup. "Here, this should help." She said.

"Thank you." I told her.

"You're with child aren't you?" Otsuna asked me.

I nodded. "Yes...I've known for a while now. I just wanted to wait till Shingen's birthday to tell him. I thought it would be a nice surprise for him."

Otsuna's smile grew and I could see the genuine happiness on her face. "This is wonderful news!" She exclaimed. "And yes, I am sure Lord Shingen will be excited to hear it. How do you plan on telling him?"

I smiled and then reached for my sewing project. "I am making this and I plan to give it to him the night before his birthday when we are at the inn."

"Oh, how cute. That is an adorable idea." She gushed. "And don't worry, I will help you keep this surprise a secret. I know he's already found out about the party, but at least we can keep one surprise left for him."

"I really appreciate that."

"You should eat this soup. It has a mixture of herbs that will help settle your stomach. It always worked well for Lord Shingen's mother. I made it for her every day while she was pregnant with him."

"Thank you."

Otsuna made me the herb soup mixture every day and it really did help settle my stomach. I wasn't exactly sure what was in it, but I was very grateful. I finished my little sewing project the day before our trip and I wrapped it in some cloth and tied it closed with string. It was small enough that I was able to tuck it in the folds of my kimono.

The morning of our trip arrived and Otsuna made me the herb soup mixture for breakfast and gave me a packet of the herbs to mix into my food at the inn, should I feel like I needed it.

Shingen and I were on his horse, Yukimura, Otsuna, and a few other vassals were seeing us off. "Have a safe trip." They wished us.

"And have lots of fun and rest and relax...both of you." Yukimura said, eyeing me in particular. He still didn't trust that I wasn't sick.

"We will." Shingen replied. "Are you ready, Ava?"

I smiled up at him. "Yes." I answered, leaning into him a little more.

As we rode off, I could see Yukimura speaking to Otsuna. I wasn't able to hear their conversation, but I was later told about it.

"You really think she's okay for this trip?" Yukimura asked, looking at Otsuna.

"Yes, she is perfectly fine. Just trust me." She said, smiling happily.

Shingen and I made our way through the forest and to the neighboring village. "So, I know you have some things planned?" Shingen asked, looking at me as we approached the village. "What is first on the list?"

"I was hoping to stop at that tea house. I've been craving those sweet dumplings they had there." I said, dropping my first hint.

"I like the sound of that. Enjoying sweets with my sweet." He said, kissing the top of my head.

We soon arrived at the village and took the horse to a stable we had been able to rent for the trip. We were then walking to the tea shop and sharing those sweet dumplings and the delicious tea.

Afterwards, I led Shingen to a small stage that was set up in the town. There was a group of children putting on a play. "They are quite lively and cute." Shingen said.

I smiled. "Yes, I heard about this and I thought it was something we might enjoy watching."

Once the play was over, we just walked around the village, taking in the sights. There were children everywhere, running around and playing. Some were even being chased down by their mothers for bath time or other such activities that the kids did not want to do.

I smiled fondly as I watched them all. "I can't wait." I said, quietly.

Shingen looked at me. "What was that?" He asked.

I gave him a smile. "It's a secret." I answered, bringing a finger to my lips.

"I have ways of getting those secrets from those beautiful lips of yours." He replied, playfully.

"You'll just have to wait." I told him. This was my final hint of the day.

"You plan to tell me this secret soon then?"

"Yes." I answered.

He pulled me close then and kissed me gently on the lips. "I look forward to it."

We were soon heading to the inn and settling into our room. Once we were in our room, Shingen turned to me, a devilish grin on his face as he put an arm against the wall and leaned into me. I smiled as it reminded me of our first day together. He lifted his other hand to cup my cheek. "Now, how can I get my princess to share her secrets?" He asked, his tone teasing and seductive.

I gave him a coy smile. "Hmm...I was planning to just tell you in a bit, but I'm tempted to see what you'll do." I replied.

Shingen smiled as he leaned in closer, heading for my ear.

It was at this moment, my nausea had finally decided to hit me. No! No! No! Not now! I thought. We've made it this long without Shingen seeing this!

Shingen noticed the shift in my expression and pulled back. "Ava?"

I couldn't answer, the bile was already rising to the back of my throat. I reluctantly ducked under his arm and headed for the adjoining room to ours that was used as a "wash room" and found an empty basin to empty the contents of my stomach into.

Shingen was right behind me. I felt him gather my hair into his hands and hold it out of the way. Once I had finished he was grabbing a hand towel and dampening it. Then he was pulling me into his arms and patting my face with the towel.

I had spent the last couple of months trying to keep him from seeing this, but it was nice to have him here taking care of me. I rested my head against his chest. "Are you alright, my love?" He asked me, concern coloring his tone.

I nodded. "Yeah."

We stayed there a few more moments before he picked me up and carried me back to the room. He laid me down in the futon and then went to fetch a cup of cold water for me from the inn keeper and to get the basin cleaned up.

"If I had known you were feeling sick, we would have stayed home." Shingen said to me as he sat beside me in the futon.

I gave him a small sheepish smile. "I've been doing my best to make sure you didn't find out."

He quirked a brow at me. "If you were worried about ruining my birthday..."

Before he could finish that sentence I was shaking my head. "That's not it." I told him. I was then fishing the small package out of my kimono and handing it to him. "I know it's a little early, but I think if you open this, you'll understand."

"How does a birthday present have anything to do with my beloved feeling ill?" He asked me, his eyes curious.

"I've been dropping hints all day." I told him. "Just open it."

He untied the string and began to open the cloth. When he did, he was holding up the tiny pair of booties I had made. His eyes widened in surprise and then he looked at me. "You're pregnant?" He asked.

I nodded, smiling. "Yes."

A huge, unabashed, truly happy grin came to Shingen's face. He was then reaching over to me and pulling me into his arms. "You really must be a goddess for making all of my dreams come true." He told me, before showering my brow, cheeks, and nose in kisses.

I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips nor the joy that I felt. I was having a child with the man I loved and he was overjoyed at the thought, too. "So, is this the best birthday present ever or what?" I asked, teasing.

Shingen smiled. "Every day and every precious moment with you is the best gift I have ever gotten. Though this is definitely the happiest I have ever been for my birthday."

"You always say the sweetest things." I told him, as I leaned into him, once again resting my head on his chest.

"You said earlier you were trying to keep me from seeing you sick...how long have you known?" He asked.

"A little while." I answered. "I...I was late a couple of months ago and I wanted to skip another one before I would say for sure I was pregnant...I also figured I'd make sure of all the symptoms before."

"So...you've been suffering all this time?" Shingen asked me.

"I just...I wanted to be sure before I told you...if I was wrong I didn't want you to be disappointed."

Shingen let out a sigh. "Ava..."

"But then by the time I knew for sure it wasn't that far from your birthday, just a couple of weeks. So, I wanted to surprise you with the news."

"I suddenly regret being so busy these last weeks with the negotiations." He said. "I was so busy I didn't even notice my wife wasn't feeling well."

"To be fair I hid it very well." I said. "Though I do think I've worried Yukimura."

"Yuki knew?"

"He caught me getting sick a couple of times when we were meeting to plan your party." I answered. "But he just thinks I'm sick and not telling you because I don't want to ruin your birthday."

"So you really have suffered alone in this?"

"I did want you to be the first to know...though Otsuna figured it out and has been making me an herbal remedy that has helped. She said she gave it to your mother when she was pregnant with you."

"She would know everything." Shingen said with a nod. It was then that he began to think. "And now I don't know why I didn't see it before."

"What do you mean?"

"The foods you've been eating have been lighter...you haven't been eating as many sweets. You haven't had any sake...and your breasts are tender, aren't they?"

"So you did notice that?"

"I just can't believe I didn't put it together."

I let out a small laugh. "I just can't believe I was actually able to keep it from you for this long. Between how smart you are and how easy to read I am...and how excited I have been. I've been imagining every day the look on your face."

Shingen shook his head a look of love and happiness on his face. "Just...damn." He said before pulling me in for a deep kiss. In the kiss I could feel his love, his passion, and his joy. Everything he wanted to communicate to me, was in that kiss.

I poured my own feelings into the kiss, wrapping my arms around him. He soon had me back on the futon and was undoing my obi. We spent the evening celebrating our love and joy making love.

Back at Tsutsujigasaki Palace...

Kenshin and Sasuke had arrived an hour or so after Shingen and Ava had left. "I'm surprised we were able to pull this off without Lord Shingen finding out." Sasuke observed as he began helping to set things up.

"Well about that..." Yukimura said.

"You mean to tell me the master of spies was able to find out?" Sasuke asked.

Yukimura nodded. "Yeah, he wouldn't say who spilled the beans but I'm pretty sure it was probably Ava."

Sasuke nodded. "She does have a hard time keeping secrets."

Otsuna smiled as she heard the boys talking about Ava. She had a big secret she was managing to keep from them all.

"Though I imagine part of her reasons for not being able to keep it secret is she's been keeping something else secret." Yukimura said.

"Ava, having secrets from Shingen?" Kenshin asked, joining in on the conversation, though he still did his best to look bored.

Yukimura nodded. "Yes, she's been sick."

"Sick?" Sasuke asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, just a couple of days ago, I went to talk to her about the party and she was throwing up."

"Perhaps she had eaten something bad? Or too many sweets trying to keep up with Lord Shingen?" Sasuke suggested.

"Or drank too much sake? She strikes me as the type who wouldn't be able to hold her sake that well." Kenshin added.

Yukimura shook his head. "No. I found her throwing up a couple of weeks ago, too. She mentioned the food then, but I know she was lying. She wouldn't let me tell Lord Shingen either, saying he had too much other stuff to worry about. And I know she didn't want to say anything now because she doesn't want to ruin his birthday...but she'll ruin it by not telling him."

Sasuke nodded. "Maybe when they return tomorrow we can convince her to tell Lord Shingen what is going on."

"Oh, I think she is probably telling him now." Otsuna said.

"What?" Yukimura asked. "And don't act like that. You've been helping her hide it these last few days."

"Because I know what she's hiding." Otsuna replied. "Trust me, Lady Ava is well and I am sure our lord knows now what ails his wife."

Kenshin narrowed his gaze as he looked at the woman. His eyes then widened in understanding. "You don't mean..." He asked trailing off.

Otsuna saw the understanding on Kenshin's face and nodded. "Yes, exactly."

Kenshin shook his head. "Well, it's not that surprising given how they are." He muttered.

"What are you talking about, Lord Kenshin?" Sasuke asked.

"If you two can't figure it out, I'm not spelling it out for you." He was then stalking off to the room he would be staying in.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Yukimura asked, looking at Sasuke.

"Just that you two have a lot to learn and have such thick skulls." Otsuna answered. "Now come on lets get back to work. We have a banquet to prepare for and lots of celebrating to be done tomorrow!"

The next day...

I awoke to the early morning light streaming in through the open window and the cool December air on my skin. Though it was starting to get chilly, I was nice and warm all snuggled up in Shingen's arms in the futon.

"Good morning, my princess." He greeted me, smiling.

"Good morning and happy birthday." I greeted him back.

Shingen smiled as he pulled me close for a tender kiss. "I think you being the first one to wish me a happy birthday is one of my new favorite things." He said. He was then pushing the futon cover away and leaning down t kiss my belly. "And good morning to you, too my littlest love."

I felt myself gushing internally at the way he spoke to the child I carried. I let out a happy "squee" noise.

Shingen looked up at me, smiling. "I really enjoy all of the sounds you make."

"I'm just so happy." I told him, feeling my cheeks flush. "Besides, the way you just talked to our baby...it just...it was adorable."

"You're the adorable one." Shingen said, kissing my brow.

I giggled as I snuggled closer to him and buried my face in his chest.

"It is a shame we only had the one night here." Shingen mused.

I nodded. "Yes, but we have a party to get to for you today."

"True...but I'd rather spend my birthday here with you." He replied, his fingers tracing from my cheek, along my, jaw and coming to rest under my chin before pulling my gaze up to meet his. He was then kissing my deeply.

I quickly melted into the kiss and his arms. I swear, I'm powerless to this man and these lips. I thought to myself. I found myself laughing as we pulled apart.

"Hmm...my angel laughing after a kiss. I am not sure how to feel about that."

"I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"Wondering how I ever resisted you before when we first met." I answered him. "If I had known then just how good you were..."

Shingen couldn't help but to laugh with me. "It's all worth it to have ended up here with you now." He told me once he had finished laughing. He then began to stroke my hair. "Though if I had known then just what was possible, I would have tried harder to win that bet sooner."

"You mean you weren't giving me every trick you had up your sleeve?" I teased. "I mean you even brought out a bear cub on me."

"And Koro almost got you, too." Shingen teased back.

"To be fair, I was probably smiling internally...and also swooning a little."

"Swooning, you say?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

"That was the first time I'd seen you doing your carpentry...I found the sight very attractive...nor had I ever been jealous of a piece of wood before."

Shingen chuckle. "So that's why you enjoy watching me work when we work on our projects together?" He asked.

I felt my cheeks reddening. "Something like that."

"I love you, Ava."

"I love you, too Shingen."

We were then heading for a kiss when I felt my stomach begin to churn. "Hold that thought." I said, bolting up from his arms and the bed, heading for the wash room again.

Shingen followed me and held my hair back once again. And when I had finished, he was caring for me, with a damp towel and cool water. "Sorry." I felt myself saying.

"You have nothing to apologize for my love." He told me. He was then lovingly placing a hand over my belly and kissing the top of my head.

Shingen held me for a while, stroking my hair while I rested my head on his chest. When the sick feeling finally passed we got up and began to get ready. I put the herb mixture Otsuna had made for me in my breakfast the in keeper had prepared for us and that seemed to settle my stomach.

We were soon on Shingen's horse, heading back home to Kai. I sat in the saddle in front of him, between his arms. While I knew how to ride a horse and was even pretty good at it, I really enjoyed riding with Shingen.

"What is my beautiful goddess and mother of my child thinking of?" Shingen asked, gazing lovingly at me.

"Just how much I like riding with you." I answered. "I know I can ride by myself, but I prefer riding with you."

"You know, when we first came back to Kai and I started showing you around, I couldn't help but to think how much I enjoy traveling on horseback with you." He said. "It's nice to know you enjoy it as much as I do."

"Any time I get to be close to you, I enjoy it." I replied.

Shingen gave me a tender kiss then. "If it weren't starting to get too cold, I'd say we need to take a detour again as we did when returning from our honeymoon."

"It is a bit chilly." I agreed. "Though I don't think I'd feel the cold."

Shingen hugged me tighter to him.

I leaned into him, nestling into his embrace. "But we do have your party to get to. I think Yukimura might hurt us if we were late...especially since I'm the one who helped him plan it."

Shingen laughed. "You're probably right...and I am excited to share our news with everyone."

I smiled. "Me, too." I said, my hand going to rest on my belly.

Shingen placed a hand over mine, while keeping the other one on the reins. His gaze was warm and loving. "I still can't believe I didn't see it before. You do have that glow."

I giggled. "It's not like it's obvious yet."

"I'm looking forward to when it is." He said. "You're already adorable...you're going to be even more so." He was then nuzzling the top of my head in affection.

"I don't know about that..."

"It is a good thing for you, I do know." He replied. "I think you're going to be so cute that I will have to keep you pregnant often."

I laughed and felt my cheeks reddening. "Well, given how much I enjoy the activity that led to me getting pregnant...I can see that happening easily...however, let's just see how this first one goes."

Shingen kissed my cheek. "I love you, Ava."

"I love you, Shingen."

We were soon returning to Kai. Throughout the city everyone was lined up and wishing Shingen a happy birthday. It made me happy to see how all of his people loved him. We arrived at home. After taking the horse to the stables, we walked towards the castle, Shingen keeping an arm around my waist and holding my close.

He leaned over and kissed me.

I smiled up at him. "And what was that for?"

"Do I need a reason to kiss my wife?" He replied. "Though it's all because I can't help myself when I am around your beauty...or when you make me so happy."

"You know you make me happy, too Shingen."

"And to think there was once a time when you wouldn't have dared utter such words or share that beautiful smile with me."

"You definitely made it hard for me."

We were stopping and Shingen was pulling me into a deep kiss. When we parted, he rested his forehead against mine, still holding me close. His gaze was locked on mine. He lifted a hand to cup my cheek. "I am so truly happy to have you...to share my life with you...and I can't wait for our baby to get here. Another adventure I am looking forward to sharing with you."

I smiled as I returned his gaze. "I was just thinking the same thing."

"Here they are!" A familiar voice shouted, pulling us from our own little world we had been locked in.

We turned to see Yukimura standing there looking at us. He had called over his shoulder and Sasuke came with Kenshin not far behind him.

"How can you two have gotten worse?" Yukimura asked, looking at us.

"You should have seen them in our time." Sasuke remarked.

"Yuki, I have failed in your education if you think there is anything wrong with showering the woman you love with affection. Not to mention it is my birthday. Shouldn't I get to choose how I celebrate?"

"No because if it were up to you, you two would be locked up in your bedroom." Yukimura replied.

I felt my cheeks reddening.

"There is something seriously wrong with all of you." Kenshin said with a bored sigh.

"Says the man with even more serious issues than me." Shingen countered.

"Can we all just go inside for the party?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

After a few more moments of the back and forth, we all headed inside. Shingen and I went and changed for the party and then joined our friends in the main hall. We took our seats and trays were brought in. Shingen's tray was of course piled high with sweets.

Otsuna made sure to pile my tray with plenty of light food, including my soup. Kenshin had a tray full of sake and pickled plums. I was so grateful. The food and the sake began to flow, and everyone was having a good time. Some of Shingen's vassals made toasts to him.

I could feel Yukimura and Sasuke watching me. Yukimura had to have told Sasuke about me getting sick and they were both watching for signs of me getting sick again.

After a few more toasts, Yukimura stood up to give a toast. "Lord Shingen, I just want to say what an honor it is to celebrate your birthday with you this year and how happy I am that you'll get to have many more. You may be a pain, but I am glad to have you as my lord."

Shingen smiled. "Awe, Yuki I am touched." Shingen said. "Now if only you can learn to speak to women so nicely."

I giggled and then playfully swatted Shingen on the shoulder. "Come on now, he said something nice. You can't just let it go?"

Shingen smiled at me. "Of course not. I can't give up on Yuki." He said. "I only want him to learn how to talk to women so he can one day experience the same happiness we have." He was then wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close, kissing my cheek.

"I swear, you two really are worse." Yukimura said. "What happened on your one day trip...wait never mind, I don't want to know nor do I need to know."

Shingen looked at me then. "You think it's time?" He asked.

I nodded. "I think so."

Shingen then stood up, commanding the attention of the room...not that my attention ever really left him to begin with. "First I want to thank all of you for coming to celebrate my birthday. It means a lot to know that you're all happy to celebrate my life." He began. "And this birthday is a special one. For so many special reasons...all of them thanks to my lovely wife, Ava. And just when I think she can't give me anymore, she gives me yet another wonderful gift. Last night, she gave me the news that we are expecting our first child."

I was pretty sure I heard Yukimura and Sasuke's jaws hitting the floor. There were cheers throughout the room from the rest of the vassals and the maids were squealing with delight at the thought of having a baby in the castle once again. Kenshin just sat in his seat, popping another pickled plum into his mouth.

"So...that's why you were sick?" Yukimura asked, looking at me.

I nodded. "And now you know why I didn't tell you. I wanted Shingen to be the first to know."

"Second really." Otsuna said with a wink. "But I've just been around long enough to know these things. Not to mention I have been so looking forward to this day. I've been watching you for signs for a while."

"I think I can forgive you knowing first...especially since you figured it out." Shingen said to Otsuna with a smile.

"Congratulations Lord Shingen and Ava." Sasuke said, giving us a small yet happy smile. "I think you'll be wonderful parents."

I smiled. "Thank you Sasuke."

Shingen was sitting back down and pulling me over into his lap. "I am certain Ava will be an amazing mother." He said, kissing me on the forehead. "And I am excited to see how adorable she'll look." He was then placing a loving hand on my belly.

I felt my cheeks reddening. "Shingen..."

"Do you have nothing to say Lord Kenshin?" Sasuke asked, looking at his liege lord.

"Only one thing." Kenshin said. "Shingen you better have a made that a son. I will need a worthy rival in the future. You're clearly no fun to fight any longer."

Shingen laughed. "I thought you missed fighting me."

"Yes who you used to be. I don't think you'd be any fun for me any more...unless of course I took Ava hostage."

"No one is taking me hostage. Once was enough." I said.

"Look how good that turned out for you, though." Shingen said with a playful smile.

"Yes, but that won't happen again."

"Anyway Kenshin, you may just be out of luck on having a future rival. I am hoping for a girl who looks just like her mother." Shingen said looking at Kenshin.

"I don't know Shingen...having a boy who looks just like his father wouldn't be so bad." I said, smiling at my husband.

"Maybe you'll have twins." Sasuke said.

I shot Sasuke a glare. "Don't you dare wish that on me! One at a time!"

"Twins could be fun." Shingen mused.

"Says the one who doesn't have to be pregnant or give birth." I replied.

"That is a fair point." Shingen agreed, still a playful smile on his face.

"Well, this at least explains why you two seem worse than usual." Yukimura spoke up.

"Of course, there is no greater joy than starting a family with the woman you love, Yuki." Shingen said. "Nor is a woman more beautiful than when she is with child."

"Really? I think she looks worse, with those dark circles she's had under her eyes and all." Yukimura replied.

"You know I may be a pacifist but one of these days I will probably hit you, Yukimura." I found myself saying.

"There's no need for you to do that, my love." Shingen said. He was then reaching over and smacking Yukimura on the back side of the head. "That's what I am here for."

I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips.

Yukimura just glared at us, but there was a smile on his face. "Someone has to be honest with her."

"I am always honest with my goddess." Shingen replied. "I can't believe I failed so miserably in your education though." He added this last part with an exasperated sigh.

"Hey, I know all I need to know."

"Except you have no tact." I replied.

Shingen smiled as he patted my belly. "Well, if this is a boy, I won't fail with him."

"In that case I hope all you have are girls, Lord Shingen."

"Oh, I would love that." Shingen said. "Of course, I would have to teach them how they are to be treated."

"If we have a girl, you'll have her so spoiled no man will ever be able to measure up." I said.

"How is it you always see through my plans?" Shingen asked me.

The party went on for a while longer. Everyone was happy for us, congratulating and toasting us and wishing for a healthy baby and an easy pregnancy for me. I was starting to feel utterly exhausted when I could normally stay up a while longer, enjoying the festivities.

I glanced at Shingen, who was having a conversation with one of his vassals. He looked to be having a great time still. If I could just make it a while longer, he is enjoying his party. Or maybe I could find a way to sneak out. I knew if I told him I was tired, he would go with me. I wanted him to stay and enjoy this. He deserved it and it had been a long time since he could truly celebrate his birthday.

It was then Shingen was excusing himself from the conversation with his vassal. He was then standing up. "Well, everyone I think it is time to bid you all goodnight. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for this celebration. Stay and enjoy it as long as you like. It truly means so much to me that you all came to celebrate this day."

Shingen was then offering me his hand. I accepted and allowed him to pull me to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and we exited the room together. As soon as we were out in the hall, he scooped me up into his arms.

"Shingen?" I asked, looking at him.

He smiled at me and kissed my brow. "You looked like you were about to fall over in there." He told me. "You're already so tired, I didn't want you to completely exhaust yourself walking to our room."

"You could tell?" I asked, feeling my face flush.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, my angel." He told me.

"I should be used to this...considering how attentive you are." I told him. "I guess since I was able to keep one secret from you I was getting overconfident."

Shingen chuckled and kissed my forehead again. "Your face is my favorite to read."

"You know...I'm not that tired that I can't walk to our room."

"I know." Shingen replied. "But you've been hiding how terrible you've been feeling from me in order to keep the surprise...I have a lot of time to make up for in caring for you."

I felt myself melt at his confession. "Shingen..."

We were soon in our room. Shingen set me down in the futon. Before I knew it, he was getting my night robe for me and helping me change. I wasn't sure why, but having him help me change for bed felt more intimate than it should have. I felt my cheeks reddening.

"What is it, my princess?" He asked me, cupping my face between his hands.

"I just...I...can dress...myself you know."

"I know." He told me. "But as I already said, I want to take care of you." He was then placing a gentle peck on my lips. "You've been feeling sick and tired all of this time and I haven't been there for you..."

"Because I was trying to keep it a surprise." I said.

"I know...and it is the best surprise." He told me. "But you suffered through all of that for me. If I would have known, I would have been there for you through every second of it...so now that I know, I want to take care of you through all of it."

I smiled up at him. "Well, when you put it like that how can I refuse?"

Shingen kissed me tenderly and then finished getting my night robe on before changing into his own. Once he was finished, he was climbing into the futon and pulling me down next to him, holding me close.

I smiled as I snuggled closer to him, resting my head against his broad chest. "I love you, Shingen."

I felt his lips on top of my head. "And I love you, Ava." He was then gently rubbing my back. I felt my eyelids growing heavy as I was comfy and warm in his arms. I quickly drifted off to sleep, nestled in his embrace.

Shingen looked down at Ava, sleeping so peacefully in his arms. My beautiful princess. My angel. He thought, his gaze loving and tender. "I still can't believe what a lucky man I am to have you by my side."

He then placed a gentle kiss on Ava's forehead and then rested a hand on her belly. "And I can't wait to meet you, little one."

He laid there gazing at his sleeping wife, limned in the silver moonlight. "I still can't believe it." He murmured softly. "How could I have not known?" It was then that it hit him, that Ava would be needing a midwife. He knew exactly who to call on.

Delicately and reluctantly, Shingen pulled himself away from his sleeping wife and went over to write a letter. Once he had finished the letter, he called on one of his vassals to deliver it, urgently.

Once that was taken care of, Shingen climbed back into the futon and pulled Ava into his arms once more. "Shingen..." She murmured in her sleep, making him smile.

"I am glad to be in your dreams, my angel." He whispered, kissing her forehead, before snuggling closer and closing his own eyes.

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[cafedanslanuit]

(Hey! I'm from South America too! Yayyyy!) What if Jumin got stucked quarantined with MC on her parents house and she got a cold (no covid symptoms) and MC's parents were the overbearing nosy type (you know, latino parents 😂)? Would Jumin side with them and their home remedies? What to do when you can't make use of all your money instead😱? Lol! Thanks! 🤡

I’m a simple girl, I see a request for a latina MC and I write it down <3 So yaaaay! So nice to have you reading my blog~ I had SO MUCH FUN writing these headcanons! I tried to make MC’s parents feel as a couple of VERY latino parents without falling into stereotypes and I think I got it. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

important note: even if this is set in the current pandemic, it’s very light and fun, so have no worries! <3 and there are no mentions of the virus, so nobody feels triggered ~

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Listen, Jumin is a man of SCIENCE. He may not understand it completely but this man is a very preoccupied caretaker when it comes to MC getting sick. He has a personal doctor that will come at any hour to the penthouse and do a check up even if all she has is the stomach flu.

MC isn’t used to that, but he lets her husband take care of her. It feels nice to see how much Jumin cares about her well-being.

They were visiting her parents in South America, whom they hadn’t seen since the wedding. Jumin hadn’t really been to MC’s hometown before, so he was looking forward doing some sightseeing, tourism and trying new commoner foods he just had to try, as MC said. He didn’t know what the big deal was about this salchipapa, it was just fried sausage and french fries, but MC was really excited about taking him to a food truck and making him have a bite of everything.

But the pandemic started.

At first, MC was sad about they not being able to do any kind of tourism while on her country, as she was looking forward teaching Jumin about her culture. They planned to stay in a hotel, but MC’s parents insisted they both stayed with them to save money and also have their daughter close. Considering it would be a good idea to take care of her folks in that situation, they agreed.

Everyone had agreed to speak English in the house as he didn’t understand Spanish quite well yet and MC’s parents didn’t understand Korean at all.

Jumin didn’t understand latino parents.

And no, he didn’t mean in in a bad way. He knew how much MC loved her parents and it was obvious they loved her too, but the amount of boundaries they had broken and how unphased MC seemed was really confusing.

For starters, her mom would randomly knock their bedroom door and bring them both a warm drink made of oatmeal and apples. It’s sweet, warm and suddenly he’s not feeling cold anymore.

“What’s this called, my love?” “Quaker.” “Yeah, that’s the brand of the oatmeal but what’s the drink called.” “…Quaker” “That’s what you call it?” “…Apple quaker?”

Another day, he was reading on his Kindle in the living room, when MC’s mother approached him, asking him what he wished to have for dinner, as everyone had already had their favourite dish in the week. He was startled and didn’t feel comfortable saying he liked steak or any other dish he actually liked, considering he knew MC’s parents weren’t wealthy enough to eat what he did on a daily basis.

Thankfully, MC saved him and told her mom she should prepare bisteck a lo pobre, and that he would probably like that.

“Bisteck?” “Yeah, beef steak.” “…But you said bisteck.” “It’s steak with fried egg and fried bananas and rice. It’s actually really good, trust me on this.”

Jumin also found out they ate rice with every dish. And he meant it. Every. Single. Dish.

Bisteck a lo pobre was really good though.

After lunch, the four of them would always stay on the table and chat a little. MC’s parents would take that chance to ask him about their lives in Korea, how were you adapting to a married life, if you were planning to have children soon, what funny stories he could them them about C&R etc. (spoiler: he didn’t think there were funny stories happening in C&R) 

They also liked to tell him embarrassing stories about MC’s time in highschool, which made her blush deep red, even though he found those stories endearing.

He liked to see them taking care of you both, but couldn’t help but compare it to his relationship with his own father, who loved him as well but wasn’t as warm and… interested with his relationship as MC’s parents were. It was nice, but really new for him.

Three weeks into the confinement, MC came down with the flu.

Jumin asked MC’s father what was their number of their personal physician. He answered they didn’t have one, they just went to the hospital whenever someone was ill.

Jumin: ????

Since it was only the flu and nothing else to worry about (Jumin had ended up calling a private laboratory to test MC and she was negative), all they had to do was wait for her symptoms to go away. Jumin suggested they call a pharmacy and buy some pills, but MC’s mother called nonsense. There was no need for ingesting so many chemicals.

Jumin: ?????????????????

He was reading to MC in their bedroom, trying to get her to relax, when her mom knocked the door. After MC asked her to come in, she entered the room, smiling softly at the newlyweds. 

“Baby, it's time for your inhalaciones de eucalipto" “Yes mom, let me just grab a towel"

As MC stood up, Jumin looked at her confused.

“A towel? In... all-- what?"

"Oh, steam inhalations. My mom puts some eucalipto leaves on a bowl with boiling water. I sit on the floor and cover myself and the bowl with a towel and breathe deep” she explained, as she took a towel from the closet.

“Like a sauna?”

“Yes! Just like that. Eucalipto helps with breathing”

Jumin never thought he would see her wife grab a bowl of boiling water with leaves, sit on the floor and cover herself with a towel but there she was. Giggling at her confusion, she invited him under the towel, saying there was no harm in him being with you there. He obliged to her request.

Ten seconds later, Jumin stood up, coughing, as he felt ice on his lungs.

“What was that plant?!” he asked in between coughs

“Sorry! I forgot my mom also put Vick Vaporub in it”

“YOU’RE BREATHING VICK VAPORUB?”

“IT’S FOR THE LUNGS”

The same night, you spiked a low fever. As Jumin changed again the wet cloth on your forehead, he heard your mother knocking on the door again. She showed MC a white bottle with a red cap and immediately he saw his wife’s eyes widening in horror.

“No” “But it’ really good for--” “No, no way” “But MC…” “Mom, I can’t stand thymoline…”

MC explained to Jumin it was usual for people in your country to soak the cloth in thymoline, since it supposedly helped lower the fever, but you couldn’t stand the smell. Seeing you mother insisted it was better than just water, he decided to check if it really had such a bad odor as MC said.

No, it didn’t.

It was worse.

The next day, the fever was gone, but MC still had a runny nose. For breakfast, her mother replaced quaker with a suspiciously good smelling tea. And he was a sucker for new tea.

“What’s in there, dear?” he asked

“Hmmm, what was in it, mom?” MC asked, redirecting the question to her mother.

“Borraja, escorzonera, eucalipto, menta and muña” she explained.

“Ah, Eucalipto. The one you used for the sauna” he remembered.

“Yes, that one. Would you like a cup too? It could help you prevent from getting the flu too” MC’s mom offered.

Jumin looked at MC, doubtful

“It doesn’t have Vaporub, right?”

“It doesn’t” MC giggled. “This one tastes actually good”

“Yes, thank you.”

When MC was about to take a sip, her father cleared his throat, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“What do we say before taking medicine?” he asked

“En nombre de Dios” MC sighed, and took her first sip. She then looked at Jumin and explained to him. “En nombre de Dios. In the name of God. Dad and mom always told me I should say that so the medicine works”

“Weren’t you an atheist?” Jumin asked. He couldn’t barely finish his question before MC began coughing loudly, gaining her folks attention. Once she regained her breath, she shot him a warning glare.

“Don’t say that in front of them!” she whispered. “They hate it when I say that. They think you made me convert back to christianity so let’s keep it like that”.

The symptoms disappeared in the course of three days with MC’s mom’s herbal remedies. Even if he couldn’t understand how MC could breathe Vick, he really enjoyed the tea her mom made for them both.

Jumin felt at ease chatting with her father or trying out new teas her mother made for him. He found out he didn’t have so hard to get along with them, as they were also welcoming him into their family.

Even if it was still new for him to see parents as invested in their daughter’s life as hers, he could see where did MC learn to be warm and caring as she was with him. Someday, he decided, he would go back again with his wife to do the tourism they couldn’t do this time and bring back as many of her mother’s herbal teas as he could.

[sethrine-writes]

Devil-sitter May Cry, Ch. 4

Pairing: Dante x F!Reader, Vergil x F!Reader (Undecided)

Words:  1844

Warning:  Cuteness, Defensive/protective Nero, Demon attack

Story Summary: Low on cash and desperate for a job, you reply to a flyer for a babysitting position. Little did you know that the opportunity to watch over two special boys would bring your life so much mayhem and adventure…and, perhaps, a chance at a family of your own.

A/N: First day continues, and with some unexpected excitement at the end!

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Chapter 4 - First Day Surprises

The rest of the morning went by rather smoothly.

After cleaning up breakfast, you made your way upstairs and found the boys' shared bedroom where a fully dressed V was helping a flailing Nero fix his inside-out shirt. V was laughing the whole time and telling his cousin to be still as he attempted to pull the shirt over his head, of which somehow had gotten stuck in a way only an unsupervised child could manage.

As soon as Nero's head breached the opening, he sucked in an exaggerated breath as if he had been suffocating the whole time and fell over dramatically, forcing V into another fit of giggles that also had him on the floor.

The following games the boys played using their imaginations had very similar effects, with Nero playing eager dramatics that would lead V into either laughter or equally as dramatic monologues. There were pirates and space stations, a dragon on the moon, six-eyed skeletons belonging to a race of demons who went extinct "a bajillion years ago" trying to become cowboy outlaws, and so on.

The imagination of a child was endless, it seemed, and their playing made for quite the entertaining morning.

Lunch was an easy fix of pb&j sandwiches and a side of grapes. Much to your relief, V ate rather well, nearly finishing his half-sandwich and all but three grapes, of which Nero was happy to finish off for him.

When asked, yet again, if you were going to eat, too, you had to assure a very concerned looking V that you had something in your bag that you would eat later. Granted, it was just a protein bar, and after your quick and meager breakfast that morning, it definitely wouldn't be enough to fully curb your hunger. It felt impolite to partake in whatever they had in the fridge, however, so it would have to do.

Playtime resumed outside with chalk drawings for all of an hour before you began to notice V's sluggishness, despite his best efforts to keep up with Nero's near ceaseless energy. You suggested some quiet time in the main room -living room, or maybe it was considered an office?- and had no trouble getting V to climb up next to you on the worn leather sofa with a pillow.

Two minutes of stillness, and V was out like a light.

Keeping Nero entertained while his cousin napped was surprisingly easy, though you had a feeling this was a normal enough routine that he knew how to play quietly on his own so as not to disturb his cousin. Giving him a snack and asking him all sorts of imaginative questions while he nibbled on more grapes and cheese crackers occupied the next half hour.

When V joined you both in the kitchen with bleary eyes and the cutest little pout, you offered him a snack, as well, though all he was interested in was a small cup of juice.

Nero was more than eager to get back to their play, though with a little prompting from you, he was a bit more patient and waited for V to wake up fully. It didn't take too long for him to perk back up and ease into their make-believe world yet again, and you were subjected once more to their antics for a while longer.

At one point, the phone on the desk began to ring. You shushed the boys down just a bit as you answered with the business' name, just as Dante had instructed you to, and jotted down some details that seemed important from the possible client on the other end. When you finished, you turned back around to find a peculiar sight.

"A cat?"

The boys were both cooing at and petting a sleek black cat that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, its tail swaying in an inviting way as it sashayed back and forth between them. There had been no mention of a pet, no signs of treats or toys or a litter box of any sort - no signs of a cat in the shop at all, and yet, there it was.

Your mind immediately wandered to V and his allergies, suddenly concerned that he would have a flair-up. Vergil hadn't mentioned any allergies to animals, but it was still something you were wary of.

"Where did this little guy come from?" you questioned lightly as you came closer, though mindful in not scaring off the feline, lest it was hard to catch.

"She's a girl," Nero corrected quickly with a little glare and a miffed tone.

"Be nice, she didn't know," V scolded with a gentle tone, earning a puffy-cheeked pout from his cousin.

"Thank you for telling me," you told Nero, anyway, before turning your attention back to V as you crouched down. "I didn't know you guys had a cat. I haven't seen her around all day, and your dads didn't mention her at all."

"Shadow's special," V semi-whispered behind his cupped hand as if guarding his words like a secret.

"She likes to go off and play other places," Nero supplied, reaching for the cat's tail and giving a gentle tug that had Shadow swishing the sleek appendage about just a tad faster, not aggravated, just acknowledging.

"But she always comes back to us," V affirmed, immediately cooing at Shadow as she rubbed her head against his arm. "Papa says he found her one day on a mission, and they have a bond, now."

"Oh, that's very sweet," you crooned, smiling as you continued to watch the boys pet over the cat.

You paid especially close attention to V and his breathing, though even after a solid five minutes within constant contact of the feline, he seemed to be doing just fine. It gave you some relief, especially knowing that even Nero would have said something if V were to have had some sort of ill reaction. If you had learned one thing already, it was that Nero was highly protective of V in any and all aspects.

"Miss, I'm thirsty," V spoke up suddenly, those vibrant green eyes of his looking to you imploringly. "Can I have some water, please?"

You smiled and asked if Nero wanted something, too, before standing and making your way into the kitchen. The fridge didn't have one of those ice makers in it, though you remembered there being a filtered pitcher of water on the top shelf beside the milk, of which you made full use of.

Returning from the kitchen, your smile fell instantly as a look of absolute horror settled across your features and seeped into your very being. The cup of water slipped right through your fingers, clattering to the floor and garnering the attention of the creature that was hovering over Nero's prone form, its teeth bared.

"D-Don't move," you spoke out firmly to the boys, trying to will your voice from shaking as your mind caught up to the unexpected turn of events.

Were the boys hurt? How did that thing get in?

The large creature, almost resembling that of a black panther, must have taken your talking as invitation to continue whatever it was doing beforehand, a low rumble of a growl coming from its throat as it turned back to a struggling Nero.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey, no!” you shouted, taking a few hurried steps closer in panic.

A hefty growl left the creature as it finally turned its full attention to you, the noise vibrating the air and causing your stomach to drop. It stepped away from Nero as it began to prowl its way toward you with purpose, fur shifting and lighting up with flashes of red runes within the pitch blackness as it advanced.

A demon, then? 

Your instincts were telling you to get out of there, that you were in immediate, and rather obvious, danger. You were also highly aware of the two little boys whose lives were infinitely more important, and despite the fear that had your knees damn near collapsing in on themselves as you slowly backed up, you had to at least try and lead the creature away with the hope that the boys’ fathers would be home soon to save them, should you perish.

"That's it, come pick on me, you big, sharp furball," you muttered beneath your breath, eyes darting to the boys for a quick second.

Nero was sitting up, thankfully, looking rather confused but otherwise unmarred, and V was-

"V, no, stay back!" you shouted while throwing your hand up, stopping the boy from advancing any closer, those bright green eyes of his big and concerned.

Everything happened so fast, after that.

There was growling, a short, clipped roar, a scream leaving your lips as the creature leapt towards you. You met the floor rather hard, though it was to be expected when a demonic feline was two seconds away from tearing out your jugular.

Your eyes closed tightly, hands and fingers tangled in impossibly dark fur out of instinct to protect yourself. The creature loomed closer, a large paw pressing into your shoulder, hot breaths washing over your cheek as it leaned in-

And gave a warm, rough pass of its tongue over your cheek.

The sound that left your lips was most decidedly a whimper, though your body was still in the fight-or-flight mode when another lick was given to your face, the pass much longer and even going into your hair.

The panic slowly ebbed into confused wonder as a low rumbling sound started up from the creature, not a growl, but more akin to a purr that was so deep it nearly vibrated your bones.

And then the demon made itself comfortable and laid upon you, forcing a rush of air from your lungs you hadn't realized you were holding. You struggled to gasp a breath in at the sheer heft of the creature doing its very best at crushing your lungs as well as all your other body parts, absentmindedly letting out a very confused, very distressed noise at yet another turn of events you hadn’t seen coming.

What in the actual hell was going on?

"-dow! Shadow, that was very rude!"

At the sound of V’s angry little voice, you opened your eyes, blinking several times as you hesitantly looked up.

Several pairs of eyes were looking down at you, and it took a moment for you to register that Nero and V both were being held by their respective fathers. They must have just gotten home, perhaps right as the creature attacked you.

"Looks like you met the cat," Dante spoke suddenly, grin wide on his face.

Vergil's eyes cut to his brother with a glare, much more heated than the one V was giving to the demon feline that had made you its bed. Nero was pouting again, looking more put-upon than he had earlier, and Dante was every bit amused at your predicament.

You met the cat...

Wait.

Wait!

The cat was the demon the whole time?!

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Tag List:  @v-vic, @astridstark13

[mymoodwriting]

The Choice Is Yours

F!Reader x Vampire!Yuta

Genre: Vampire Dystopia

Warning: Blood, Fingering, Non-Con, Aggression, Fangs, Helplessness, Pinning, Suffocation

Words: 3.8K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Epilogue

Prompt: Good behavior goes a long way when a new world order is established within hours and humans wind up at the bottom of the food chain. As luck would have it you were claimed by a vampire named Yuta, so you’re saved in a sense. Many would say you’re in a rather unique situation, and despite its perks it wasn’t really something you asked for.

    If you had the strength to scream in the morning you would.You opened your eyes hoping you were home, the last day or so nothing but a bad dream, but it was very real. You were alone in bed once more, relieved,but there was not much else you could do. You wanted to get up but that’s when you realized just how incredibly weak you were. You’ve never felt like that before.

    You just laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather your strength to move, but couldn’t. You were so focused you didn’t notice when others came in the room. It was a handful of servants along with Xiaojun. They helped you sit up, and the smell of food finally hit your nose. You hadn’t noticed but you were pretty hungry.

“Where’s… where’s Yuta?”

“Away for the day, business.”

“Oh…”

“Given your state, I’ve had soft foods prepared for breakfast.”

“Thanks…”

    They placed a tray in front of you, putting some food down. You tried to move your arms but couldn’t, one of the servants spoon feeding you. It felt a bit embarrassing but there wasn’t much you could do. You thought Xiaojun might have stayed but he left after a while, leaving the servants to take care of you.

    After breakfast, and eating every bite, they helped you up and into a bath. The water was warm and you actually felt shy. Last time Yuta was the one to bathe with you and clean you, but now it was others like you. That made you feel guilty, to have them taking care of you like that when you didn’t deserve it in any way. You weren’t paying them or anything, the only thing they got out of it was the chance to live a normal life, what was normal for humans now anyway.

    They dressed you and got you back in bed. You were still tired so it was easy to fall back asleep and snuggle the sheets. Although when you woke up again you realized you couldn’t stay in bed all day. You wanted to do something, anything, but you didn’t have the strength to move. You tried to but not much happened, and you didn’t know for how long you were awake before servants returned to the room. Apparently it was lunch time.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Y/n.”

“I haven’t done anything to work up an appetite.”

“So you want me to tell Yuta you refused to eat?”

“No…”

“Then at least eat half.”

“Okay…”

    You really weren’t hungry, all you did was sleep since breakfast, but Xiaojun made a good point. Yuta told you before he expected you to eat, so you ate as much as you could before you felt really full. The servants cleared away the food and were ready to help lay you down again but you refused.

“Can I go outside?”

“I’m afraid not. You’re in no condition to be anywhere but in the bedroom.”

“But-”

“No. Just rest.”

    You were laid down, but you refused to sleep. You waited until you were sure everyone was gone and pushed back the blanket. You managed to sit up on the edge of the bed, a little worried about walking. Before, you needed at least two others to help you walk, now there was just you, so you were on your own.

    You took a deep breath and pushed yourself off the bed, managing to stand. You waited until you stopped shaking, taking a small step forward. You stumbled a bit, feeling off balance but you stayed up. If you couldn’t go outside, you at least wanted to go out on the balcony, feel the sun on your skin. 

    You only managed a few steps before you collapsed to the floor. You tried to get back up but you just couldn’t. You also didn’t want to scream for help, not wanting to seem pathetic. Instead you just tried to crawl, but that didn’t go anywhere either. Exhaustion crept up on you, despite doing so little, and you wound up passing out on the floor.

♥♥♥♥♥

“These humans are as pathetic as we thought.”

    Yuta came home complaining, YangYang on his heels. He had some papers in hand, a report of damages from one of the nearby farms.

“Taeyong is expecting a report tonight.” YangYang reminded. “Shall I have dinner brought to your office?”

“No. I’ll finish this before dinner. How’s y/n?”

“I’m told she’s been sleeping all day.”

“That’s good. Take these to my study, I’m going to go check on her.”

“Alright.”

    Yuta went into his bedroom, his smile quickly faded when he noticed the bed was empty, and his eyes then find you laying on the floor. He was by your side in the blink of an eye, picking you up into his arms.

“Y/n! Hey, wake up!” You were shaking in his arms. “Xiaojun!”

    The boy appeared in an instance, seeing you in Yuta’s arms. YangYang wasn’t called but he rushed over when he heard yelling. Other servants around the house heard as well, stopping their work, worried about what would happen next.

“How did she wind up there?” Xiaojun wondered. “She’s not-”

“Why was no one looking after her!”

“She was supposed to be in bed.”

“Well she wasn’t!”

“Yuta, you need to get her in bed.”

“What the hell were-”

“Yuta!” Xiaojun took you from his arms. “She’s cold and you’re not helping!”

    Yuta glared but let Xiaojun tuck you into bed. He watched as you snuggled the covers, wanting to pet your head but Xiaojun grabbed his arms.

“Don’t.”

“Xiaojun!”

“In case you forgot, you have a low body temperature. She needs to warm up and you’re cold to the touch.”

Yuta pulled his hand away. “Why was she on the floor?”

“She must have gotten out of bed.”

“In her condition?”

“You know how she can be.”

    Yuta sat down, trying to warm you up without physically touching you. His movements woke you up, and you looked over at him. He seemed worried but you weren’t sure why, that is until you realized you weren’t on the floor anymore. You felt embarrassed, but the fact that you were cold and trying to warm up took all your attention.

“Y/n. Why were you on the floor?”

“I… I wanted to go outside…”

“You’re not strong enough to go outside right now.” He gently touched your cheek but you flinched away from the cold. “You need to rest right now, or else you won’t get better. Now, where are the servants who were supposed to look after her.”

    Yuta got up, talking to Xiaojun and YangYang. You started to get nervous, knowing he was upset by the tone of his voice. You were cold and weak but you managed the strength to roll over and grab his hand. He was cold, colder than usual for you, but you held back. He looked down at you surprised.

“Please… they didn’t do… anything wrong… this… is my fault… don’t… don’t hurt them…”

“Easy, lay back down.” He pushed you back and kissed your head, making you shiver. “I won’t hurt them, I promise. Now sleep, please.”

    He sounded sincere, so you would trust he wouldn’t hurt anyone over your mistakes. With that peace of mind you let yourself get some proper sleep, curling up as best as you could to get warm. Yuta stuck around for a while, making sure you were asleep before stepping out. The house was quiet, the two boys with him awaiting orders.

“The servants who look after her.”

“Yes?”

“Gather them and tell them they are to check in with her every half hour when I am not around. I will be in my study, so one of you two check in on her.”

“Of course.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    Yuta finished up his report, still annoyed over everything. He went back to the room, quiet as to not wake you, grabbing some extra blankets. He tried to pet you but you squirmed away from his touch unconsciously. He pouted, not liking this at all. He wasn’t going to let this slide so he got into bed under the covers and pulled you close.

    You squirmed, trying to get away but he wasn’t letting go. You started shaking again but eventually you got used to him. You snuggled against him, a content smile on your face, happy in the moment despite everything. Yuta was happy as well, gently petting your head, watching you sleep, making sure you were better.

    You slept for a while longer before slowly waking up. You noticed your head resting in Yuta’s lap, a blanket wrapped around you like a cape, keeping you warm. Yuta was reading a book, noticing you were waking up. He gave you a smile and gently pet your head. You giggled a bit, tired and warm, but still happy.

“I’m sorry I didn’t leave things for you to do. You probably didn’t want to stay in bed all day.”

    He helped you get up, letting you sit between his legs, leaning back on his chest. You could see what he was reading, noticing it was one of his vampire written books. You tried reading some of it before Yuta lowered the book.

“Can you seriously read this or are you just faking?”

“No I can. It’s got bits of different languages mixed in it, so I can kinda understand some of it. I can’t read word for word, line for line, but I can make out enough…”

“Really? Then what’s this about?” He let you try and read some more. “Can you tell?”

“It’s… it’s about humans?”

“Yes. Jinwoo and his people study humans and been documenting things for years.”

“Jinwoo? Is he one of the seven?”

“Yes.”

“Oh… so why… why are you reading this?”

“If I’m going to be having you around I should make sure I know how to best help you. This book is specifically about human illness. We’ve helped your kind survive a lot of outbreaks you’ve had.”

“Really? That’s pretty…”

    You drifted off, at first finding it sweet but then realizing why. It wasn’t that they care, they were just protecting their food source, like a farm protecting it’s cattle. They didn’t care, he didn’t care. You no longer liked any of the situation, wanting to get out of his arms. You tried to, but he wasn’t having it.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere… I just… I want to go back to sleep.”

“But I’m comfortable like this.”

“I’m not… so-”

“You are.”

“I’m not!”

    You tried to move away from him but he shut the book, grabbing you. It wasn’t something simple, he placed a hand over your mouth and pinched your nose, depriving you of oxygen. It wasn’t long before you passed out. He leaned you back against him, pulling up the blankets making sure you were warm, lightly resting his chin on your head going back to his book. You slept peacefully in his embrace until dinner.

    It was just you and him, being spoon fed some warm soup. He ate as well, more solid things, but made sure you finished up first. The only part of the meal you didn’t like was the end. He took the empty glass of juice and bit his palm. He poured some blood into the glass and held it up to your lips. You didn’t hesitate to move away.

“Come on, it’s good for you.”

“No…”

“It’ll help you feel better.” You shook your head. “Y/n, please.”

    You swallowed nervously but drank it. He held your head a bit, making sure you had as much as possible, ruffling your hair when you swallowed. You didn’t like the taste on your tongue, let alone knowing what you just drank. You kinda wanted to throw up, but if you did you knew he’d get upset.

“It’s getting late.” Yuta got up and put the trays on the cart and left that outside the room. “You should get some sleep.”

    You wanted to say something but held your tongue, just nodding and laying down in bed. You expected to be left alone, but Yuta got back under the covers, spooning you. He snuggled against you, softly nuzzling your neck which made you shiver.

“Easy, I’m not gonna bite you.” He kissed your cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    You woke up alone again. You were glad, but at the same time somewhat upset. You had always lived alone, slept alone, but to go to sleep with someone, and wake up without them, it felt like being abandoned. You pushed those thoughts away when the servants came in. You felt better, like you could do more, but you were still spoon fed and helped with a bath.

“Yuta left some books for you.”

“Really? Some little fairy tales?”

“No. He chose these from his personal collection before he left in the morning.”

“Oh… I thought he’d be around more.”

“He does usually work from home, but with the resistance causing trouble, he is needed elsewhere.”

“Resistance?”

“Don’t concern yourself. Please stay in bed, you have some books to read, and if you need anything, someone will be by every half hour alright.”

“Okay…”

    You waited until you were alone before grabbing a book. You noticed the name of the author wasn’t Jinwoo, but Onew, so the book was most likely not about humans. You did your best to read it, but it seemed the one you had was about basic vampire biology. A little more informative considering what you knew, but you read it anyway. Although at some point you fell asleep with it in hand.

    For the first few days you stayed in bed, but on the fourth one you were allowed to go outside with supervision. You still had a book with you, reading out in the gazebo, falling asleep on the couch, waking up back inside. You had never slept that much before, and it kinda sucked having all that energy with nothing to do with it besides read. Once you were good enough to move around the house on your own you wound up in the library.

    You had passed out in a chair, the book falling to the floor startling you awake. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, grabbing the book and putting it back on the shelf. You had certainly learned somethings. Yuta was a vampire, so technically dead, hence the low body heat, he did also have a heartbeat, just super faint. His kind also had claws, and night vision, so if escaping was ever an idea, waiting till night wouldn’t give you an advantage.

   You step out of the library, all on your own. You weren’t one hundred percent better, running would certainly make you pass out, but you could walk around for a while. You were thinking of going out to get some sun, but then you noticed a servant open a door, seeing some stairs leading down. You remembered hearing before that the servants living quarters was downstairs. You couldn’t help yourself and decided to follow them down.

    It looked like those cells you had woken up in, a hall full of doors, although you noticed the rooms were big enough for four, two bunk beds each. You walked down the halls, no one really noticing you, or probably realizing who you were, after all you were dressed in white too. As you walked you heard a group of girls talking about the resistance, so you couldn’t help but listen in.

“Is that way the boss hasn’t been around?”

“Yeah. He works overseeing farms and stuff, and I’ve heard that some of those farms nearby were raided. They lost some of the harvest and some of the humans who were working their escaped.”

“You think the resistance is around here somewhere?”

“Maybe, there are these deep forests around and mountains, perfect place to hide.”

“What if they get caught?”

“There’s certainly more than one resistance group, maybe they’re all in contact.”

“Knowing that makes me feel like running away ain’t such a bad idea.”

    You had been up against the wall, leaning towards the door. You were growing a bit uncomfortable and stumbled a bit, the girls noticing you outside their door. Unlike the others they quickly recognized who you were by your clothes, two of them actually were part of the group who took care of you. They got shy, some a bit scared.

“No, no hey, I’m… I wanna hear more about this resistance.”

“Aren’t you just gonna tell.” One spat. “You’re friends with the vampires.”

“I’m not, I’m just a blood bag for Yuta… you’ve seen how I’ve been the last few days. I’m barely able to be on my feet today. I’m not their friend, they certainly don’t see me like one…”

“What are you doing down here anyway.”

“I remember hearing the servants where downstairs. I thought I was going to be down here too not… in his bed…”

“Well the vampires are nice to you.”

“Cause no one but Yuta gets to be a dick, and they’re not vampires.”

“Huh?”

“Yuta’s a vampire, the others, they’re halfbreeds.”

“Halfbreeds?”

“Yeah, they were once human and got turned.”

“Wait really? They don’t just become vampires, only half? How do you know this.”

“Some of the old books in the library, vampire books, have information on vampires and halfbreeds and humans. It’s a little hard to read but he let’s me.”

“What else do you know?”

“Do you know how to kill them?”

“What hurts them?”

“Hold on, I haven’t gotten there yet, so I don’t know too much. I do know that vampires and halfbreeds have claws, and night vision.”

“I’ve heard… I’ve heard that they can control people…”

“No, they can’t. A vampire can only control halfbreeds, moreso the ones they made.”

“Is he gonna… bite us?”

“No. Vampires don’t really bite people. I know it’s weird, and halfbreeds don’t even need human blood, so you guys are good. They’ll just draw blood normally.”

“What about you? You get bitten.”

“Yeah…” You rubbed your neck. “It feels good but… gosh, I thought I was going to die. If he drank a little more I’m sure I’d be dead…”

“What do you mean-”

“Y/n?”

    Hearing your name startled you and you looked back to see YangYang in the doorway. The other girls immediately lowered their heads, moving away. You didn’t get to say much else before YangYang grabbed your arm and took you back upstairs.

“You shouldn’t be down there.”

“Why not? Yuta said nothing in the house was off limits.”

“Yeah but that’s the servants dormitories, you have no business being there.”

“Shouldn’t I? I’m just another servant after all.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am. I’m just Yuta’s personal servant. His feeder, I shouldn’t be treated so well compared to them.”

“Is that what you think?” Yuta suddenly turned you around to face him. “That your just another servant who should sleep in the basement?”

“Yes. I have no business-”

    You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Yuta was dragging you along to the bedroom. You immediately felt scared, worried about being bitten again, you weren’t fully healed yet but probably good enough. When you got into the room he pinned you down on the bed, kissing you, his hands tugging up your shirt.

“Yuta… Yuta! Wait! What are you-”

“Shut up. You really think you’re just some other servant here?” He got your shirt off, working on your pants. “You think you shouldn’t be up here, being looked after?”

“Yuta! Stop!”

“I didn’t tell you to speak.”

    He didn’t waste time slipping your panties off too, pushing your legs apart, and getting his hands on you, making you shiver. You covered your mouth, not wanting to make a noise but he slapped your hand away. You still tried to hold back your moans, but his fingers knew how to move to get you wet. He pushed up your bra, grabbing your breasts and making your nipples hard. You couldn’t hold back anymore, letting out a small moan.

“There we go.” He slid a finger into you, massaging your clit. “You’re not a servant, you’re my pet. To do with what I please, whether it be feed from you, or fuck you, or turn you into a halfbreed. I want my pet to be at her best, so don’t bitch about being pampered, and don’t think you should be down in the basement sleeping like the rest of the humans.”

    Yuta was certainly frustrated, being a lot rougher than before. Hard deep kisses, using his fangs to make your lip bleed and get a little taste of you. His wet lips trailing down your neck and sucking on your breast, leaving your nipples soaked.

“Touch yourself.”

“Wa… what?”

“You heard me.”

    You hesitantly reached down between your legs, Yuta taking your hand and pressing your fingers against your clit. You let out a ragged moan, far more sensitive than you thought.

“Prep yourself for me.”

    He removed his fingers, taking off his shirt and getting his pants off. You didn’t listen though, understanding where this was going and not wanting any part of it. You tried moving back but Yuta grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him.

“Wrong move.”

    You felt his tip pressing against you entrance, making you want to squirm away but he did the opposite. He pushed into you, stretching your walls to accommodate his cock. You couldn’t help but moan out his name, grabbing his arms to steady yourself. He leaned down and kissed you, letting your wrap your arms around him as he started thrusting. He wasn’t soft or gentle, getting rougher and faster, an intense feeling you had never felt before.

“You are mine, in every sense of the word, and I will do what I want with you, understood.”

“Ye…yeah…”

    You could only hold on top, barely able to make out his words, even if they were right against your ear. You swore you were seeing stars and probably not gonna walk tomorrow.

“Yuta… Yuta please… ah, I’m close…”

“Yeah? You think you deserve to cum?”

“No… no but… but please…”

“Fuck. Beg me.”

“Please… please Yuta… let me cum… I wanna cum…”

“Then you better scream my name.”

    You did, crying out for him as you orgasmed, holding him close to you, wanting him to stay inside you. He kept ramming into you as you shook from pleasure, going until he climaxed and a while after that. You were exhausted to say the least, laying beneath him, breathless. He caressed your cheek, his fingers trailing over your neck, listening to your racing heart beat.

“Next time, it’ll be more enjoyable, for both of us.”

[scrambledthoughtz]

i miss my eating disorder

i miss my eating disorder. it is a feeling like no other - having complete and utter control over your body and mind, while completing losing yourself to an illness. i miss the control, willpower that it gave me. it’s an addiction - the euphoria and pride that i felt after successfully starving myself - skipping a full meal, chewing and spitting out my food, depriving myself of the simple things in life. sometimes, i still feel little sparks of that euphoria, when i manage to successfully skip breakfast while only drinking a coffee with milk, or when i eat a salad for lunch, or when i don’t eat dessert after dinner, or when i don’t eat after 9 PM. 

it’s a fucking weird feeling. i eat because i’m terrified of being at work and feeling hungry later on because i know that i won’t be able to focus and fight off that feeling of hunger. i know that feeling of hunger will linger in the back of my mind and follow me home, and i will proceed to snack before dinner. i’m afraid of hunger, yet it’s all i yearn for. i avoid hunger, while simultaneously hungering for hunger. 

nowadays, i feel like i’ve completely let myself go. my mind is a constant internal warzone - i drive to work and feel the flab on my arms as i grab the wheel to make a right turn. i sit down and watch as my thighs flatten out on the chair. i catch a glimpse of my myself in the mirror and despite what i see. all i can see if the lack of a thigh gap, the double chin, the flab that pushes out against my hoodie sleeves. i haven’t properly looked at myself in the mirror for over a month now (maybe even two). i wake up and eat breakfast at 6 or 7 AM and immediately hate myself for not being able to wait longer before putting calories in my body. “just drink coffee with milk or tea. drink water with lemon to curve the hunger. you’re not actually hungry.” i beat myself up because i have lost control over my impulses and urges. i was once able to wake up and work out for 30-45 minutes per day, while intermittently fasting. it’s hard to believe that i’m the same person as she was. i look back on photos that i’ve taken with my friend and i feel a surge of self-loathing. i don’t remember the last time i weighed myself. i’m terrified of seeing the number on the scale. i don’t want to know. ignorance is bliss. i know that once i see that number (it’s honestly probably over 110 by now), it will send me into an even deeper spiral, and i don’t have the emotional bandwidth to take that on right now. it’s constant psychological warfare - my mind is continually visualizing what i probably look naked - the growing love handles on my hips, the excess flab on my thighs, the bra bulge on my arms, the rounding out of my face. 

yet. yet, despite all of these intrusive everyday thoughts, i don’t have the willpower nor control to starve myself, or even exercise regularly. i know for a fact that i’ve gained weight during quarantine. i can feel it - objectively speaking. i know i have. but i can’t bring myself to do anything about it. i eat to drown out the thoughts. i hunger for chocolate, sugar, candy late at night. i’m fighting fire with fire. my late-night snacking and multiple portions at dinner serve as as a massive “fuck you” to the disordered thoughts that have lived in my head since i was 12 or 13. i’m 21 now. yet i still wake up feeling incredibly shitty about myself because i ate after 9 PM when i wasn’t even hungry. i know that i could do better. i’ve done better. but here’s the thing: even when i was working out regularly and eating much cleaner, i still didn’t like what i saw. i wasn’t getting results fast enough. i still saw the flab on my arms and the pudge around my waist and stomach (especially when i wear jeans). so what’s the point? even when i was at my peak, i still wasn’t happy. so what’s the point of even trying to get back to that? 

i want to burn a hole straight through my body. i want to take a cigarette lighter and just singe off the excess flab that causes me so much mental anguish. then, at least the physical pain would drown out this ever-so-loud mental warfare. i drink hot tea with lemon after a particularly large meal just for this reason. i burn my insides as punishment for letting myself go, yet once again. when will i ever stop doing this to myself? just this morning, i ate some white bread with sunflower seed butter. it’s only 8 AM and i am bound to eat another meal before lunch time. 

meals are one of the only things that i look forward to nowadays, yet they are also one of my greatest sources of anxiety. throughout the day, my mind constantly runs through a mental checklist:

“what did i eat for breakfast? ok, not too much. it’s okay to eat this for lunch, then. maybe you even saved some calories for a snack. shit, i ate way too much for breakfast and lunch. whatever, fuck it. i’m going to eat whatever i want for dinner. fuck it, i want something sweet. stop, don’t eat this. you’re going to get fat. stop, this is fried. no, not white bread. don’t eat too much of this. put more vegetables on your plate. should i really be eating this? fuck it. i don’t care. why are you putting milk in your coffee? that’s just extra fat you don’t need in your body. you don’t deserve to be eating this much because you didn’t exercise today. people only get abs when they are on a caloric deficit, and you are so far from that. you haven’t exercised in almost a week. water with lemon. water with lemon. water with lemon.” 

when i go on my runs, i feel myself slowing down. i don’t have the physical nor mental stamina to run without stopping. i used to have so much drive, motivation and overall umph. i used to challenge myself to run the whole way without stopping. but now? i don’t even care anymore. if i stop in the middle, at least i might be able to run the last part faster. this brings me to my next topic - see next post. 

[taesbetch]

01 | Den Of Hybrids

Pairing: BTS  x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Taking care of six hybrids can be a pain in the ass but when a stray needs y/ns help, y/n brings him home to his new family. Follow Y/n as she tries to help Taehyung (The new hybrid in town) fit in and continue to keep the other six alive along with other troubles that life brings.

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“y/n. hey, wake up!”

You groaned as your body was shaken furiously by the one and only jeon jungkook. That fucking bunny was the end to your peaceful rest almost every morning. Hearing growling next to you, you awaited the routine argument between your eldest hybrid and your youngest.

“Y/n I’m hungry” Jungkook whined as he continued to shake you back and forth. Answering him with a groan you desperately tried to fall back into the slumber you were so rudely pulled from.

“Jungkook, fuck off and make your own food!” Jin growled his ears perked up, suddenly wide awake.

“I’m banned from the kitchen remember, she said I was never allowed to touch cooking supplies without you or Namjoon present” Jungkook answered, unbothered with jin’s annoyed tone as he continued to tug at the white sheets covering your body.

“we’re trying to sleep” jin grumbled as he rolled over, placing the pillow over his head.

“well if you slept in your own bed, you wouldn’t be interrupted,” Jungkook said sassily as he placed his hands on his hips, a small pout making its way onto his face.

A small growl made its way from jin’s lips but that was all he replied with knowing that jungkook held some truth in his statement. Knowing that Jin only slept with you because your attention was mostly occupied with the younger hybrids you let out a sigh and decided to give him some peace and quiet by distracting the alert bunny.

Jin was the first hybrid that you had bought. You may have been sixteen but lying about your age to save what was classified as a ‘senior hybrid’ didn’t seem like a sin to you. ‘senior hybrids’ were often overlooked as they are said to of passed their ‘prime’. Which to you seemed like utter bullshit, to put a timer on someone’s ‘prime’ was stupid as each person is different. When you saw jin argue with the person selling him because they forgot to pack him lunch you knew he was the hybrid for you.

“Okay, I’m up,” you said as you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Slipping your feet into the slippers sitting by your bed a yawn escaped your lips as jins arm tried to pull you back into bed.

“Breakfast!” Jungkook cheered as he bounced around excitedly.

6am

This is when your day starts. This is when the chaos begins.

With jungkook happily escorting you down to the kitchen, you smiled as he looked back at you every couple of steps, making sure you were still following him. When you first were left the mansion of your grandmother you felt a little overwhelmed. And though you had Namjoon to help you out the idea of keeping a mansion alive scared the living shit out of you.

Namjoon was your grandmother’s hybrid, he pretty much watched you grow up which is why the two of you have such a strong connection. When she passed away, she left everything to you, her favourite grandchild.

As you made yourself and jungkook some breakfast you smiled at how far you had come. When you were first given your fund trust, you had panicked. 500 million was enough to keep you more than comfortable but you didn’t want to become one of those kids who did nothing and had everything.

So, you used the money given to you for the house maintenance and your hybrids and used your job to buy yourself clothes and anything materialistic.

“Bacon and eggs! Baconnn and eggs!” jungkook chanted as you brought his plate and yours over to the table. the two of you sat down, jungkook in front of you at his usual spot.

You watched fondly as the boy gobbled up his food. When you turned eighteen you had seen an ad for a sixteen-year-old rabbit hybrid being sold for nothing. This waved major warning signs as these hybrids were usually sold into trafficking rings. Immediately, you contacted the owner and told him you would take him. When you brought him home to Jin your dog hybrid and Namjoon your lion hybrid you were a bit worried he wouldn’t do so well as bunnies were prey animals, but the young and energetic bunny had a blast. Quickly figuring out that his knack of destroying things was the reason his owners gave him up you took extra pre-cautions, knowing that you would never give this bundle of joy away.

7am

Looking at the empty chairs you realised you had let time slip by. Getting up with your plate you began to cook breakfast for the other hybrids as jungkook skipped upstairs to get ready for the day. Letting the food simmer, you began your marathon around the house to get the hybrids together.

Each hybrid had their rooms altered to there needs, all of them had a second floor and special functions.

Since you were on the first floor you ran to Namjoon’s room first “Namjoon! Breakfast in ten!” You yelled as you swung open his door. You smiled as you saw him awake and dressed as usual.

“Ill plate it, while you wake up the others” He smiled as he turned towards you. sending him a flying kiss you raced to the next room. Hoseok was your horse hybrid and boy were you in over your head when you got him. A horse hybrid needs access to the outdoors and needs to have the freedom to shift whenever they need. they also have dietary needs and must eat twice as much as any other hybrid.

“Hoseok! Breakfast in ten” You shouted as swung his door open, slamming it shut just to make sure he wakes up. Hoseok was a stray; he didn’t like talking about his past so you didn’t push him. As long as he was happy and healthy now, you didn’t mind that he kept that to himself.

Running up to the second floor of the house you skipped jungkook’s room as he was awake and ran to jimin’s slowly opening the door as you didn’t want to scare your second bunny.

You got jimin and your cat hybrid Yoongi at the same shelter and clearly, something shady was going on as jimin is scared out of his mind and Yoongi is cold and aloof. the two had obviously reacted differently to the shelter and were now reacting differently to you. Jimin, although frightened and timid was making an effort to connect with the others, he loved cuddle time but would never confidently come to you and demand it. Yoongi, however, was often pouty and moody, sending you glares and swatting your hands away when you would try to come near him.

“jiminieee” you cooed softly as you walked into his room. The boy would often shake under his bed, terrified after being woken up by loud banging and shouts of breakfast.

Kneeling down you smiled softly as you saw the boy with his favourite blankie wrapped around his head. He tried his hardest to smile at you even though his body shook with anxiety.

“breakfast in ten sweetheart,” You said as you backed up, giving him room to crawl out. Watching him crawl towards you, you gave him his morning hug laughing at how utterly adorable he was. Leaving jimin’s room you ran over to Yoongis, knocking obnoxiously hard just to annoy him – he didn’t like it when you entered his room so instead you shouted from the outside. “Breakfast!!!!!” you yelled knowing your voice would also alert the semi-awake dog hybrid in your bed on the top floor.  

Running upstairs you gave Jin a head rub as you walked past each other. The sleep hybrid going down to eat, you going up to get changed.

Pulling off your pyjamas you quickly changed into a jumper and some leggings. Today was restocking day, which means you need clothes that are comfortable and clothes you can move in. taking all seven hybrids to the shops was maybe the hardest thing you’ve ever done but in order to get everything everyone needed, they all had to come.

“Good Morning everyone,” you said as you strolled downstairs, still slightly tired but ready for the day. The group mumbled a good morning back as they ate their food. Walking around the table you gave them all kisses on the head.

“Don’t forget your lists, we leave in an hour” you said as Yoongi fought of your love before giving up and letting you kiss his head as well.

“in an hour!”

You jumped in shock as jungkook appeared out of nowhere, pouting his lips and whining like the baby he was.

“yes jungkook, an hour. I’m not leaving any earlier” You said sternly. There have been a couple of times when jungkook has pleaded you to take him early. His need to get things done not coinciding with the schedule of everyone else, but boy was it hell.

He whined again before stomping back up to his room to occupy himself for the next hour.

Your work as an author meant you were able to take the hybrids anywhere at any time, they wanted. However, for poor young jungkook re-stocking day was set which meant that he would have to wait today, something he was not used to at all.

“Y/n, I put the mail of today on the table, I can go through it later if you like” Namjoon suggested as he put his plate in the sink, checking the other hybrids plates to see if they had finished.

“That would be great, thank you,” You said gratefully.

“Y-y/n”

Turning around you watched as jimin shuffled towards you, his ears low and a soft blush covering his cheeks.

“yes jimin” You smiled ass he played with his hands.

“c-can you h-help me with my list” he asked as he pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket.

“Of course I can! Come here, let me see it” you said as you signalled for him to follow you to the kitchen counter.

As he passed you the list you were shocked at how little was on it. This may have been jimin’s first re-stock day as you only adopted him a couple weeks ago but you were sure you made it clear that they could put anything they wanted down.

“s-s-sorry did I put to much” he whined as a small tear escaped his eye. Your heart broke as you denied his assumption.

“no actually, there’s barely anything on here. In fact, these are things you need but…where’s the stuff you would like?” You asked him as you grabbed a pen laying near the sink reminding yourself to scowl jungkook for leaving things on the counter.

“things I…like?” he asked quietly, his mind drifting into deep thought.

Seeing Yoongi glide through the living room you signalled him over. Even though he rolled his eyes in annoyance he made his way to you, wondering what it is you wanted.

“Yoongi, can I please see you list?” You asked as jimin started writing things down. Yoongi passed you his list, his eyes watching you carefully as you looked at it.

“nawh, you guys, its okay too put more – anything you like you can write down,” You said as you put his list on the table. Yoongi looked at you in shock before confusion covered his face.

“anything?” he asked.

“Yeah! Jungkook has a 6ft basketball hop on his list. Usually, I approve the lists beforehand but this time I’ll let you guys have fun. Go nuts, whatever you want mkay!” You smiled as you placed your hand on jimin’s head.  

---

“Okay team. This is the plan.” You said, turning the car off. Here you were at the best shop ever. Towns had everything you could ever need. hybrid needs, human needs, clothes, food – EVERYTHING. So here you sat in the parking lot. Your black van filled with your hybrids, ready and excited to shop for there things.

“Jungkook, your shopping with me. Namjoon, you and jimin will go together and the rest of you will go alone. We’ll meet at register 5 in an hour and a half.” You said, looking at everyone seriously. This wasn’t a game. Oh no, re-stock day was the most intense days ever.

“Understood?” you asked. They all nodded before everyone made their way out of the car, racing towards the shop's doors.

You chased after jungkook, knowing exactly where he was trying to go.

“No, bad bunny” you said as you gripped his arm. Jungkook whined as you got a cart and dragged him to the clothes section.

“Y/n!! let me check if there a new addition out” he pleaded

“We aren’t here to look, we're here to shop and get out. Checking out new additions isn’t on the list so it's not happening today” You stated as you threw things he had on his list in his cart.

“Okay well, can I check if they have my hoop! Sometimes they have one in store” He suggested his excitement clear as he bounced slightly, his smile wide and his hands clenched into fists.

You looked at him with your hands on your hip. The bunny had a knack for not giving up so you knew you’d lose this argument eventually.

“Okay, fine. Go check out if they have your basketball hoop, but if they don’t – you come right back here okay! I'll be here, in the medication section, where you left me. Okay?!” You asked as he squealed with excitement.

He nodded at you waiting for you to give him the all clear.

With one last sigh, you waved him off, watching as he ran away happily.

It had been ten minutes and you suspected your hybrid had gotten distracted, knowing that you shouldn’t have trusted him you started moving out of the hybrid medication aisle, getting ready to hunt for your youngest when-

“Y/n! this man wants to take us away!” Jungkook shouted as he rushed over to you, holding the arm of a hybrid you had never seen before and being followed by who looked like a stray catcher.

They stray hybrid looked at you, his eyes pleading you to help him. Looking at the determination in jungkook’s eyes you soon realised there was no way this stray was being taken away.

“Sorry sir, is there a problem with my hybrids?” You asked as jungkook dragged the strange hybrid behind you, glaring slightly at the neatly kept man. He certainly worked for the government.

“my apologies, I didn’t know they were both your hybrids,” the man said eyeing the dirty stray standing next to your well care for hybrid.

“I just adopted him, that’s why we're here, we're getting him what he needs” You stated giving the man a friendly smile. He looked at you understandingly before nodding his head.

“my apologies then, have a nice day,” he said. Before leaving he shot the unknown boy a dirty look before walking away. You watched him go, making sure he was out of earshot.

“Nice to meet you, I’m y/n” you said as you analysed the boy. He was tall and had ears that resembled your dog hybrid, by the look of his clothes you could tell that he must have been on the streets for a long period of time.

The boy looked nervous, he remained silent as his gooey brown eyes dropped to the floor.

You looked at jungkook who just shrugged at the boy’s behaviour.

” I told him he could stay with us” Jungkook smiled happily. You looked at them in shock not knowing quite what to do. Obviously, you weren’t about to let the hybrid go a night without shelter, but his situation was unknown.

“Do you have a negligent owner?” you asked softly, not wanting to upset the boy. He gulped before nodding his head – jungkook giving him a sympathetic look.

“how long have you been on the streets?” you asked, anger filling your body of the thought of this poor boy not being cared for.

“half…half a year” he whispered his eyes watering. The pain in his voice was enough to have you making a decision on his future. You were going to spoil him as much as you spoiled your other hybrids and love him as much as he would let you.

You sighed before wiping out your phone, people piss you off. If they couldn’t care for a hybrid, they shouldn’t have gotten one. They are half human, they have emotions.

“would you like to stay with us. Say the word and i can adopt you” you asked, your eyes soft as the boy struggled to look at you.

“but…how?”

“Y/n’s got connections! If you’ve been neglected, they look at your last visit to the doctor! And if you haven’t gone in a while, an owner like y/n can take you in because she’s the best!” Jungkook explained enthusiastically.

“a-are you sure? Wouldn’t two hybrids be too many?” he stuttered his eyes wide with amazement.

Jungkook laughed as you gave him a cheeky wink.

“there’s six of us, silly” Jungkook laughed.

“SIX!”

“Yep! And we’ve got room for one more, so what’d ya say?” You asked, your thumb hovering over the call button of your hybrid centre friends.

“i…I would like that” he answered, his eyes dropping back to the floor

“Than its settled, what’s your name and what kinda hybrid are you honey?” you asked him as your phone rung your friend. Bringing the phone to your ear he looked at you and jungkook before gulping and answering.

“er,im a dog hybrid and its taehyung, Kim taehyung”

“Jungkook, go help taehyung pick out some clothes – call Namjoon and tell him were extending the time to two hour- oh hey!” You said to jungkook who nodded at everything you were saying before your friend answered the phone.

“I need you to check out Kim taehyung’s doctor appointments – the boys coming home with me,” You said as the two hybrids walked off to the clothes aisle.

“Is this real? Am I really going to get adopted?” Taehyung asked jungkook as jungkook chucked clothes at him.

“Well duh, Y/ns not just gonna leave you here. And once she’s decided you're going to be a part of our family, there’s no way she’s going to let anyone take you away” Jungkook stated before placing his hand on the boy's shoulder.

“Welcome to the family”

---

As everyone loaded their things into the van, all the hybrids cooed over how adorable taehyung was. Jin was thrilled to have another dog hybrid around and jimin seemed excited to have someone the same age as him.

You smiled as you left the parking lot, the voices behind you getting louder as taehyung conversed with everyone. It was nice to hear them getting along so well with the new addition to the household. You didn’t want to tire him out but the builders you called were still getting his room together, so you would have to stay out a little longer.

Good thing you knew exactly where to take them.

---

“Why are we here?” Yoongi groaned.

“the builders are at our house. y/n said their building taehyung’s room” Namjoon answered as he patted taehyung’s back happily.

“you’re gonna love it! We have a pool and quad bikes!” hoseok said excitedly.

“a-and Y/n is really nice!” Jimin chimed in, knowing how taehyung must feel. Jimin remembered when he first joined the family, hearing from the other hybrids that Y/n was friendly really helped him settle in and now that he knows for himself how great of an owner, he thought he should do his part and help taehyung.

Taehyung tuned in at how genuine each hybrid sounded. He was still completely flabbergasted at how someone could care for six hybrids. The boy always believed that each human had a love cap. And once they were out, that person was no longer capable of loving anything or anyone else. But as he looked at the other boys laughing with each other – clothes on their bodies, the car packed with items they wanted and their love for you evident – he thought that maybe he was wrong.

--

“Hoseok! You need to shift!” You shouted as you packed away the last of your shopping. All the hybrids ran around you, putting their stuff in their specific spots. You smiled at taehyung as he watched in awe at the house’s operation.

“Put your stuff down here, ill take you to your room in a second,” You said as hoseok walked into the kitchen, his face twisted in protest.

“Ugh! Nooo I don’t want to!” he whined as you walked over to the hybrid maintenance cabinet where you kept all the hybrids medication. Each person had their own cabinet filled with health care for when they got sick. Each hybrid has their season of sickness when they need extra vitamins to make sure they’re in tip-top shape.

“The Doctor said three times a day” You stated as you labelled Taehyung’s container, putting everything you bought for him in there.

“Y/n! Y/n!” jungkook yelled as he bounced over, dragging a very afraid jimin behind him.

“I feel fine I swear!” Hoseok answered, hoping he wouldn’t have to go.

“you said that last time and you got sick. I'll take you to the field, you love the field!” You answered, looking at the horse hybrid, there was no way you were going to budge, he was going to shift no matter what!

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” Jungkook repeated bouncing behind you. Taehyung looked between you and jungkook in shock, wondering how you were able to ignore the hybrid behind you.

“I do love the field…” he nodded, finally coming around to the idea of shifting.

“Namjoon, you’re coming too” you yelled to the man sitting on the couch. His ears perked up as he looked at you excitedly.

“Y/N” Jungkook shouted loudly. Taehyung was absolutely floored, if he had shouted at his owner the way jungkook just had he would have been punished, but here you were standing calmly as you addressed Namjoon.

“really?!” Namjoon asked excitedly causing you to laugh. He was a hundred percent the most mature but it was moments like these that you loved, when he let his childish side show you loved it.

“Of course! I haven’t forgotten about you” you answered as he jumped up doing a small happy dance.

“Y/NNNNNN!!!!!”

“both of you go and get ready!” You exclaimed as you shooed them off. The two of them running to their rooms.

“Y/N-“

“YES, my dear hybrid bunny. Whatever is the matter?” you said turning to the boy who had been yelling at you.

“Can I take jimin and taehyung into our gym?” he asked, a pout on his lips. You had to put a lock on the gym room and hide it from jungkook. There was a time when jungkook would live in the gym, it so bad that he would steal dumbbells from the gym and hide them under his pillow, so he could lift in the middle of the night.

“I’m gonna toughen jimin up” he said as he fake boxed jimin’s arm, hitting him softly.

“Hey, don’t hit your brother! You know he doesn’t like that” you said as you pulled the boy from jungkook’s energetic wrath.

“I dunno kook…can you take Jin? Jimin hasn’t shifted in a while so I was thinking of taking him to the fields and taehyung just got here” You explained as you scratched jimin’s ear.

“ugh, fine” he grunted before walking off to find Jin.

“What’s the field?” Taehyung asked shyly as hoseok and Namjoon came back with backpacks.

“well y/n opened up a business. She created a placed where hybrids can shift outside safely and be supervised and cared after” Namjoon explained as he grabbed the car keys.

“Do you wanna come? Even if you don’t have to shift it’s a nice place to relax.” You asked as jimin went to pack his bag.

Taehyung nodded, agreeing to join you.

---

Watching hoseok frolic around you waited outside a changing room for Namjoon to shift so you could collect his clothes. As your lion strolled out you smiled before rubbing his fur. He was stunning, and everyone agreed as they looked at him in astonishment.

You liked to make sure that their shift bodies were just as well kept as their human bodies, they were a half-half after all.

“joonie, we need to get your mane trimmed” you stated before picking up his clothes. With your back turned you saw the lighting behind you change before hearing the voice of one of your workers.

“Hey boss!”

Turning around you saw the glowing skin of Jackson, a very dedicated worker. “Hey Jackson! Do you mind giving Namjoon mane a trim?” you asked as Namjoon walked in circles before stretching his body.

“Of course, I can, I just wanted to say thank for letting me bring my cat to the social den, she’s a lot happier” he stated as he too gave Namjoon a pat. Jackson was without a doubt namjoons favourite worker.

“well she can come anytime and don’t worry about paying, ill cover your membership” you smiled at him.

“Oh- wow, thank you so much, wow I really appreciate it” He gleamed his hand coming to his cheek as he blushed with shock.

“You’ve been with us for years, it’s the least I could do. also, don’t be hesitant to bring her with you when you work. I would hate for her to be separated from you for such a long time” you stated as Namjoon circled you, rubbing his head against your hand.

“Thank you very much, I better take this big boy before he dies from anticipation,” He said with a chuckle.

You laughed before giving Namjoon the signal that he can go. The two of them left as jimin entered the changing room.

“What’s the social den?” Taehyung asked you waited for jimin.

“it's for new hybrids and their owners. You pay a membership and you go and socialise with other hybrids and their owners. It’s a good way to make friends and help your hybrid adjust” You answered.

Taehyung nodded before looking around nervously.

“you...arent gonna make me go are you?” He asked. You laughed before shaking your head.

“I think you’re surrounded by more than enough hybrids at home” you replied. Grabbing jimin’s backpack you pulled out his holding sling and slipped it over your neck like you would a handbag.

“What’s that for?” Taehyung asked.

“full of questions, are we?” you joked “Jimin is a very shy bunny so he prefers to chill with me, this way I don’t have to hold him, and he can hide if he gets anxious”.

A white bunny tried its hardest to push open the changing room door. You quickly opened it for him with a soft giggle as you bent down. Opening the pouch for jimin to hop into, you helped him out adjusting the sling so he sat comfortably next to your stomach.

Taehyung smiled as he watched jimins head pop out of the sling.

“Let’s sit and drink tea like the rich bitches we are”

--

As you sat and watched Namjoon play with the other lion hybrids at the observation café taehyung sighed in contentment. You checked on jimin who was having a little nap.

“You’re right, this is relaxing,” Taehyung said “So you run this place? Is that how our house is so big?”

Your heart swelled when he said ‘our house’ it was nice to know he was coming to terms with the adoption.

“well I run this place, but It doesn’t cost to come here. The only thing that requires paying for is the grooming and this cafe. But day-care is free. Our house was given to me by my late grandmother, she left me the house and Namjoon” You explained.

Taehyung played with his mug as he nodded his head.

“so, do you do a lot of hybrid work?” He asked as he watched the people in the café, their smiles matching the ones he had seen on his hybrid brothers. He had never seen this much happiness before. It was odd for him.

“I do own seven hybrids” You laughed “it would be strange if I didn’t try and help out where I could” you shrugged.

Taehyung hmmed in agreement before taking a bite of his sandwich. You were going to as him a question about his past when you saw hoseok coming back from his trail run.

“Looks like its time to go home” You said before carefully standing up trying not to wake your sleeping but failing miserably.

--

When you got home you immediately took the gym keys away from jungkook much to his dismay.

As the hybrids gathered in the lounge to watch re-runs of keeping up with the Kardashians a letter that sat on the counter caught your eye. Its electric blue envelope sent shivers down your spine, the design of it bring back memories of someone you would rather forget.

As you picked it up, the laughs of the hybrids halted as they sensed the change in your demeanour. Reading the letter, your stomach filled with dread. The news the letter presented made you want to vomit in horror.

“what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked worriedly as the seven boys waited for you to explain. Turning around to them you let out a huff of frustration.  

“Aunt May is coming over”

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine one-shot - “The Dangers of Self-Medicating” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Kurt gets sick on a business trip, and everything he does just to get home makes it worse. (2024 words)

Notes: So, I have been feeling a little blue and entirely unmotivated, so I started editing some old work and came across this one. It's the first thing I've laughed at in a couple of days, so I re-wrote it for Klaine (just in case it looks familiar, now you know).

Read on AO3.

“Sir?”

“Mmmrrr … hmmm?”

“Sir? We’re here.”

“Here?” Kurt’s eyelids flutter slightly, opening a sliver. But when the mid-morning sun hits their dry, red surface, he immediately shuts them again. “Where’s here?”

“15-22 Mulberry Place? It’s the address you gave me.”

“The address I … wha---?” Kurt pries open his eyes. The address sounds familiar, but the voice speaking to him doesn’t. There’s a lot of mud and fog cluttering his brain. The last thing he remembers is being in his hotel room, packing his bag. No, it was losing his breakfast, and lunch and dinner from the day before, in an airport toilet. No, no, it was waiting by the curb, clutching on to the handle of his carry-on for support while he waited for his Uber to arrive.

Uber! He’s in an Uber! Which means he must be …

“Home?” he says in a raw, grumbly voice.

“I guess.” The man puts his car into park. “Do you need any help with your bag?”

“Nah.” Kurt grabs the handle of the bag he’s been cuddling awkwardly since he fell asleep in this poor man’s back seat. At least he didn’t vomit in his car. As far as Kurt can remember, he’s baptized nearly every toilet and trash can from the airport, to Manhattan, to home. “I’ve got it.” I’ll just pour myself onto the pavement and slither up to my front door, he thinks. “Here …” Kurt fumbles a hand into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. Squinting, he fishes out three tens and clumsily hands them to the driver. “Thanks for everything.”

“Good luck,” the driver says, mentally snickering at the intoxicated man doing his best to exit his Prius. Ten sheets to the wind at barely eleven in the morning?

Well, it’s five o’clock somewhere.

Kurt backs out of the car butt-first, searching for the ground with his feet to make absolutely certain that it’s there. Once they make contact, he extricates the rest of his body, his Samsonite bag landing on the curb with a thunk when his arms fail to support its weight. It takes him longer to stand up straight, the compact blue Toyota gone before Kurt gets his head balanced on his shoulders.

He blinks his eyes and looks around, wondering why his husband isn’t there to meet him at the curb. Blaine and Tracy drove him to the airport, but he took an Uber home. And thank God he did. There’s no parking anywhere on the street this morning. Of course, he lives here and, hence, has a driveway to pull in to, but still. Strange, but Kurt doesn’t have the brain capacity to speculate about that just now.

Kurt has been traveling for most of the morning, voluntarily switching flights twice when a technical malfunction bumped travelers off their plane. He went from first class to coach, then back to first class again. He misses his family, but he came out of the deal with two travel vouchers, a slew of frequent flier miles, and a thousand dollar refund back to his credit card.

Not too shabby for a Sunday afternoon.

He’s a stone’s throw from home, but the way he’s feeling, it might take him the rest of the afternoon to get there.

Kurt turns, taking baby steps, one tiny shuffle at a time with breaths in between to keep the sidewalk underneath his feet. He does the same for the journey up his driveway – shuffle-shuffle pause, shuffle-shuffle pause, bending at the knees on occasion to ground himself and keep from collapsing.

The walk up his driveway to his front door on this beautiful Sunday afternoon is the most excruciating thing Kurt has done in ages.

Correction – pulling out his keys, listening to the God awful things jangle loudly, the noise ricocheting like bocce balls inside his skull, is the most excruciating. Walking up the driveway, and then up the front steps, each movement sending a dull ache searing from the soles of his feet to his forehead, was simply a precursor to this pain.

Kurt doesn’t understand how he could have gotten sick. He’d been on top of his Echinacea and his Vitamin C game for a week before he left. He kept his mouth and nose covered with a scarf on the plane, and no one he spent any significant time with looked particularly ill. Then again, he’s learned from having a child that sick people are often contagious way before they show any symptoms.

Plague-ridden bastards and their ninja germs bombarding him with their unseen illnesses! He did everything in his power to keep from catching anything, and now he’s standing at death’s door.

In reality, it’s probably from traveling back and forth between coasts after all these years of calm, suburban living. Living in the boonies, away from the dirt and the grime and the smog of the city has lowered his immune system, made him weak on a microbial level.

Clean air and sunshine – it will do you in every time.

His key ring raised to an inch from his eyes, he isolates his door key and pinches it between his thumb and index finger. He tries to stab it into the lock, but he keeps missing, his triple vision causing the end to veer away from the hole at the last minute and hit the door instead.

“Get … in … there,” Kurt snaps. “Get … in … that … hole … you stupid … little …” Kurt hears the door unlock and lets go of his key, assuming it made its way into the lock somehow. But the ring falls to the ground with a phenomenal bang. “Shoot!” he mutters, realizing he’ll need to bend over to pick it up.

If he does, he may never stand straight again.

The door swings open, the momentum of it almost dragging Kurt forward with it.

“Well, well. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Blaine coos, his body blocking Kurt’s way, saving him from falling on his face.

“He-ey!” Kurt says, bright but slow, sounding as drunk as he looks.

“Hey, honey.” Blaine gives his husband an enthusiastic, lovesick once-over, but raises a brow at his wrinkled clothes, his unbuttoned collar, his flushed face, and his severely disheveled hair. “How was your trip?”

“Regrettable, to be honest. Ooo, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Kurt throws a hand over his mouth, diverting Blaine’s kiss from his lips to his cheek. “I think I contracted bird flu somewhere between Broadway and 75th Street. Or maybe syphilis.”

“Is syphilis an airborne disease? Because, if it isn’t, I have some questions.” Blaine opens the door wider. Grabbing Kurt’s bag in one hand and his elbow with the other, he leads him inside.

“Hmm, so do I.”

Blaine walks his husband to the sofa and helps him onto a cushion. “So did you miss your plane and walk home?” he asks, retrieving Kurt’s keys and closing the front door.

“Very funny.”

“I don’t want to say you look awful but …” Blaine takes a few steps back to get a good long look at Kurt sinking into the sofa, his head finding the arm and leaning against it. He doesn’t look like himself at all – from the hair to the clothes, and beyond his flushed cheeks, his skin actually looks green “… you look awful.”

“It’s not my fault. I took an Ambien last night to help me sleep off this …” Kurt waves a hand in front of his nose “… whatever I caught, but it didn’t help. I was coughing and sneezing and tossing all night. By six a.m., I was afraid I’d crash before I made it to the airport, so I took some DayQuil to keep me alert. But I guess DayQuil and Ambien don’t play nice together.”

“I guess not.”

“To top it off, since my plane was delayed, I dropped into what I thought was a Dunkin’ Donuts. I mean, the banner over the door looked the same and everything. Turns out, it was some new boutique place called Drunkin’ Donuts. I ate two blackberry wine donuts before I realized I was feeling tipsy.”

“Uh, but wouldn’t the alcohol in the donuts cook away?” Blaine asks, digging his phone out of his pocket and logging on to WebMD to see how much trouble his husband might be in.

“Yeah, in the donut, but not the jam filling. I’m amazed I made it home. After that, everything was kind of a blur.”

“Like what?”

Kurt swallows. This was the part he was hoping he wouldn’t have to get into until he was better … or sober. “Okay, don’t get mad, but I may have tweeted David Beckham and told him he had, and I quote, a very bite-able bod?” Kurt admits, eyes begging his husband to please tell him that that was just a dream.

And even though Blaine is quietly panicking over the fact that his husband might need his stomach pumped, he can’t help laughing at his man’s expense.

“Alas, you did,” Blaine confirms. “But in case you didn’t see his reply tweet, he claims that you do, too. And his wife concurs, so there’s that. Of course, Isabelle jumped on the whole thread and posted it to every social media account Vogue owns. I think you may have raised your stock value with that snafu.”

“Thank God!” Kurt moans. He knew that tweet wouldn’t cost him his job or anything, and he was only mildly worried about what it might do for his home life. But more than that, he was afraid what might happen next time he and Victoria Beckham crossed paths.

She might be petite, but he’s heard she’s a hair puller.

“What else?” Blaine asks, keeping Kurt awake while he stalls for time.

“I may have ordered everything from pages 23, 24, and 25 of the SkyMall catalogue.”

“You do that even when you’re not under the influence. I mean, so do I, but ...”

“And I …” And this is the one that may have Kurt crawling beneath the sofa out of sheer embarrassment “… I may have emailed all of our friends and family … using your email account … and invited them here today for, and again I quote, a surprise party in honor of the wonder that is me?”

“Right again.” Blaine chuckles, laced with concern. “And by the time I checked my email, they had all RSVP’d. They’re in the kitchen waiting to yell surprise the second I open the door.”

Kurt’s eyes pop, his gaze shifting to the door beside him, terrified by this new knowledge that seventy or more people might be on the other side, ready to scream at him.

That alone makes his stomach flip.

That explains the lack of parking on the street.

“And you couldn’t just cancel?” Kurt groans, putting his hands over his ears in preparation for the cheer that’s about to run him over like a freight train.

“Of course not. I invited them. And I’m nothing if not a considerate host.” But Blaine doesn’t open the door. He hits send on a mass text and shoves his phone back in his pocket. From beyond the white-washed piece of wood, Kurt hears the muffled trickle of text alerts going off, accompanied by a rumble of voices muttering in confusion. Someone who could be Mercedes says, “Hey, Bun-Bun! How would you like to go play mini golf with me and your Uncle Sam?”

“Would I?” Tracy squeals, followed by the patter of her footsteps racing to her bedroom upstairs, presumably to get her coat and shoes.

“Wha---what are we doing?” Kurt mumbles as Blaine helps him off the couch, wondering if they’re going to go play mini golf with their daughter and her mom. He’d love to, but he’s not sure he’d be able to make it farther than the fourth hole. “Where are we going?”

“I thought it might be a good idea if we turned this welcome home celebration into a party of two. And we’re holding it at the emergency room.”

[walviemort]

how quickly things change

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING FRIEND @sherlockianwhovian!!!!! Hope you’ve had the most amazing day full of all your favorite things!! And thank you for helping me embrace a side of me I’d hardly let out to play...which means I couldn’t let your birthday pass by without a fun bit of mpreg (with a wee bit of whump!) Hope you enjoy it, love, and keeping being awesome!!!

Summary: The Black Fairy is up to no good, as usual, this time setting her sights on Storybrooke’s favorite True Love couples. She needs the products of their true love—and she’s not patient. For an extra sadistic twist, why not have the guys carry out her bidding? When Killian and Dave are faced with a two-week pregnancy, how do they handle it—and how do they protect their families?

5.2k | Rated T | AO3

“Eat up,” Granny told them in her usual friendly-but-commanding way. And David and Killian weren’t about to argue; they were starved after a night of surveillance, trying to figure out just what the Black Fairy was still up to. At least, with the sleeping curse broken, Snow and David were back to full strength, but that just meant they were working twice as hard to take down this villain and save Emma from whatever fate lay ahead.

Wordlessly and voraciously, the two men dug into their meals as they sat hunched over in a booth. They just needed to eat, and go home and recoup; after a fruitless night, they just wanted to sleep and then come up with another plan.

If they noticed that anything tasted different than usual in their meals, they were too tired to comment on it and chalked it up to fatigue anyways. Once they were done scarfing down breakfast, David tossed some cash on the table, nodded at Granny as they headed out the door, and then drove Killian home. And later in the day, when they were both suffering stomach aches, they just took some antacids and figured it was stress.

What they didn’t see—nor anyone, for that matter—was Granny slipping into the back room behind the kitchen and locking the door behind her, before a swirl of black smoke engulfed her and left the Black Fairy herself standing there. The real Granny lay unconscious, as a result of a sleeping spell, on some sacks of flour in one corner of the room. Gideon stood up from his seat in the opposite corner and approached his grandmother.

“Is it done then?” he asked.

The Black Fairy nodded. “Indeed; everything is going to plan. Soon we’ll have exactly what we need to enact our curse—the product of true love, twice over.”

“Can I ask—why the men?” Gideon wondered, curious.

She shrugged and giggled. “Why not? It’s more of a surprise that way, isn’t it?”

“So what do we do next?”

“Be patient and lay low; in two weeks, we’ll have all we need.” She gave a sinister smile that quickly morphed back into Granny’s. “Let’s get back to work, boy,” she told him from her disguise.

Gideon transformed himself to look like the fry cook and they headed back out to the diner.

A mile away, new life was quickly growing in two unsuspecting bellies—but they’d find out soon enough.

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“You don’t look so hot, mate,” Killian quipped at David a few days later. They were eating breakfast at the loft, trying to find some sense of normalcy despite the ongoing sense of doom. Emma and Snow were doing some wedding planning at the table, but David looked like he was about to lose his meal.

“I must have ate too fast or something,” David brushed off. “Just feeling a bit nauseous.”

“Have any ginger tea around? That’s what we’d always give a seasick sailor.”

“Yeah, I think we have some leftover from when Snow was pregnant; I’ll give it a try.”

When the tea kettle began to hiss a few minutes later, Killian too requested a mug.

“Maybe there’s a stomach bug going around?” David wondered as he sipped his tea.

“Just what we need,” Killian complained.

Their thoughts seemed to be confirmed not an hour later, when both men were dashing for the toilet.

Snow and Emma told them to stay home that day and rest, and made sure they were well stocked with ginger ale and saltines as they went off for the day, taking baby Neal with them. They spent the rest of that day and the following one splitting their time between the bathroom and the couch as the illness held a grip on them, though it started to loosen its hold later in the second day.

“Thank bloody goodness,” Killian sighed as he slumped into bed that night, finally feeling normal again, even if his midsection still felt sore. He was ready to put that behind him and get back to the task at hand.

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The next day, they’d convened at the Swan-Jones house around lunchtime to work on things. Snow was already there when David arrived.

“Why did you change your pants?” she asked when he came in. “Did Neal spit up on your jeans?”

“No, uh,” David stammered, looking down at the track pants he’d changed into that he’d hoped no one would notice. “Uh, they were feeling a little snug today, so I put these on instead.”

“Too many pancakes will do that,” Killian quipped as he set out some sandwiches for lunch.

David rolled his eyes, but tried to take the attention of him and redirect it. “I don’t see you giving Killian any crap for wearing a tshirt instead of his usual getup,” he grumbled at Snow.

Now it was Killian’s turn to blush.

“No, babe, he’s right—are you feeling okay? Is the stomach bug still bothering you?” Emma asked.

“Er, no, just—I may have had a similar problem as Dave, as far as clothes fitting properly,” he explained scratching behind an ear.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Snow said, confused. “You’ve barely been able to hold anything down the last two days; if anything, your clothes should be a little loose.”

“Um,” Emma started, running her hands up and down Killian’s abs. “Then what’s this solid thing in my fiance’s belly?”

Snow turned to David and found the same: something was rounding out his stomach from within, and it had nothing to do with poor diet. “Maybe we should head to the doctors,” she said quietly, worry filling her gaze as she found her husband’s.

Emma silently agreed, hugging Killian close. What the hell was this?

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Whale had quickly determined they’d need to do an ultrasound. David went first. And whatever they thought they were about to see was not what showed up on the sonogram screen.

“That’s…” Emma started, but couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Yeah,” Snow breathed.

Even Killian recognized the image: there was a baby in there. He wrapped his arm around his stomach; was that what he had, too?

David had to stay seated after the revelation, and a few minutes later, the exam on Killian revealed the same: they were both impossibly, inexplicably pregnant.

“From the looks of things, you’re at about 14, 15 weeks,” Whale said. But then he squinted at the screen. “Wait...what?” He stared at it some more, then had an assistant zoom in on the image. “Wow, I can actually see it growing; something is accellerating this—by a lot.”

“What the hell?” Emma murmured.

“Bloody magic,” Killian sighed, staring at the ceiling.

“That’s where I’d put my money,” Whale agreed.

Snow nodded, but her pallor was living up to her name. “Okay, okay...let’s call Regina.”

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They’d barely entered Regina’s mansion when the mayor wrinkled her nose.

“Wow—I can smell the dark magic rolling off of you. What did you boys get into?”

“If we knew, we wouldn’t be here, would we?” Killian snapped back. He wasn’t sure if his short temper was caused by the stress of the situation or the normal emotional fluctuations he knew were part of pregnancy, but he didn’t really care—especially when, now that he knew, he was fairly certain he could feel the fluttering of the fetus inside him.

“Calm down—she’s the only one who can help us!” David yelled at him, similarly distressed. He wrapped an arm around his waist; he was pretty sure he could see his belly growing.

“Everyone just take a breath,” Snow said, oddly calm. “Regina, can you figure this out?”

“Come on; let’s have a seat.” She directed the boys to the sofa in her study, then stood in front of them, one hand extended to each as she magically examined them. Her eyes were closed in concentration and they could only watch as her expression morphed into a furrowed one, then as she raised her brows in surprise before finally opening them.

“Well, damn. That’s all I can say.”

“Uh, you can say more than that, right?” Emma asked, moving to Killian’s side and grabbing his hand.

“I was getting to that,” Regina retorted. “It’s definitely dark magic, but what kind, I’m not sure; I’ve only heard of things like this happening—never seen them. And there is an accellerant, like what you used on Zelena,” Regina explained, nodding at Emma, who suddenly looked sheepish. “But a much lower concentration.”

“So...do you have a due date?” Snow wondered.

“My guess? It looks like it’s going at about 20 times the normal speed, which means the entire duration would be 2 weeks-ish—roughly 3 weeks of a normal pregnancy per day. Did the doctor say how far along?”

“About 15 weeks,” David said quietly.

“So it’s been 5 days,” Regina assessed. “So, you’ve got 9 more or so to go.”

“Bloody hell,” Killian cursed. What the hell was going on?

“Emma, you need to get these two into a safe location. Someone is targeting you for some reason. Wherever you go, set up wards as soon as you get there,” Regina told them, taking command of the situation. “Snow, you’re with me. I think we need to pay a Dark One a visit.”

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A few hours later, everything was settled for the Nolans to be spending the next several days at Killian and Emma’s house. Neal was settled into one of the spare rooms, while another was reserved to become a new nursery. Emma honestly never thought they’d get the chance for that, and obviously not in the way it was happening, but as terrifying as this all was, she couldn’t deny—she was a little excited, too.

The guys were squabbling over what to order on pizza—Killian wanted anchovies, David wanted olives, which was a change from their normal preferred pepperoni—when Snow and Regina arrived.

“Well?” Emma asked, setting out plates on the dining table.

Regina huffed. “Gold says he knows nothing, and unless it has to do with Gideon, he’s not concerned. He didn’t say it wasn’t his mother, though, and that’s my only theory at the moment.”

“Why would she do this, though?” David wondered aloud.

“Because she’s evil and sadistic?” Killian offered.

“I’m guessing the truth lies somewhere in there,” Regina mediated. “There’s one thing I can say, though, that I forgot to earlier: those are your babies.”

“Like...ours?” Snow asked, wrapping an arm around David’s side.

“Yeah. Those kids have ‘true love’ written all over them. So it may not be the full ‘why’, but it’s definitely part.”

“Thanks, Regina,” Emma said, giving Killian a hug. “You want to stay for pizza?”

“Ew. No. I have lasagna waiting at home.”

“Okay, have fun with that then.”

“I will. And guys?” she added, eyes flitting between Killian and David. “Take care of yourselves, and good luck.”

“We will.” “Thanks, luv.”

Regina headed out, and the four of them settled in to what was going to be a new normal for the next several days.

“To new adventures,” Snow offered as a toast, albeit tentatively.

The other three mumbled it back, but as they quietly ate, they began to realize just how dramatic a ride they were in for.

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“Say ‘cheese’!” Snow said with forced cheer.

“Cheese,” was the less-enthusiastic response from the guys.

They were standing back-to-back against a blank wall in the living room with their shirts lifted up to reveal the slight curve of their stomachs. For two men who’d always prided themselves on their looks, it felt awkward to be revealing themselves this way, even if they knew what it was.

“Come on, you two,” Snow complained. “Yeah, it’s weird and it’s probably gonna suck, but 10 years from now, we’re going to want to have this documented. Play along?” She said it like a question, but they both knew it was a demand, so they put on some smiles and posed. “Okay; let’s try to do that morning, noon, and night.”

“Seriously?” Killian whined.

“Just do it,” David said under his breath.

And so began the first day of their strange journey. The plan was for the boys to stay at home with Neal while the girls kept things as normal as possible. Snow came by at lunch to check in, and Granny stopped by in the afternoon with some snacks to get them through; they’d told her given that she was one of the few people in town they trusted. Everyone else was just told they were fighting off the flu.

By the end of the first day, Killian knew he was going to have trouble making it through. His ankles hurt and already his tshirt was ready to pull taut against his growing stomach. David wasn’t much better off—his back was aching from the combination of everything going on in his body and Neal’s refusal to be put down that day.

“I wish there was some way to make this a little more...interesting,” he complained to Killian. “I can’t even have a beer, dammit.”

“I’d say this is plenty interesting already,” Killian answered, hand resting low on his belly, not far from where he could feel intense flutters within. “But...perhaps we could set up some wagers?”

“What are you thinking?”

“Who has the biggest belly? Who goes into labor first? Something like that?”

“You’re on, man.”

So, when Snow took their photos that night, they started keeping track of circumference, too—if only to have numerical evidence of all the changes going on.

Their bellies were tied at the start of the next morning, but by nighttime—at what would be 21 weeks in a normal pregnancy—Killian had pulled ahead by a couple centimeters.

But David had more exciting news. “Oh!” he exclaimed, resting his hand on the curve of his stomach. “Snow, come here!”

“What is it?” she asked, rushing over.

“Feel!” David grabbed her hand and put it next to his.

“Oh—oh my god! It’s kicking!” Snow was grinning. “Wow, it’s so fast—faster than these other two were,” she said, nodding at Emma, who was holding Neal.

“I mean, it should be, right?” Emma said.

Killian was woken in the middle of the night by what he had to assume was the same fast-paced wiggling in his own belly—and promptly woke Emma up, too.

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Their growing stomachs quickly revealed another problem: they were going to outgrow their clothing soon, probably by the next day if not before then.

“I’ll see what I can find in the shops in town,” Emma offered. “But...they don’t exactly make male maternity wear.”

“Maybe some of my old tops would fit Killian?”

“Maybe; just leave the dresses at home.”

“Obviously. Though he could probably rock them.”

“I think I’ll leave that one to you, milady,” Killian quipped back. By that night, he was definitely nearing capacity in his tshirts and was eyeing David’s, hoping to take it when he outgrew them.

“Look at you boys,” Granny gushed. “You carry it all out in front of you, Hook; and Charming—what a cute bump!”

They both blushed as she handed over the bag of pastries, but it was kind of comforting to hear such normal reactions.

Now that the babies had started moving, it seemed like they never stopped; it was probably due to the accellerated nature of their pregnancies, but it grew old rather quickly (as did their frequent trips to the rest room).

“I mean, at least we know they’re growing,” David decided in the middle of the 9th day—somewhere around 26 weeks. “I know that this all started with some dark magic, but I already love this one.”

“Me too, mate. I’ve...I’ve worried that Emma and I would never get this. Whatever lies ahead, at least we have this.” Lovingly, he traced his hand over the growing curve of his belly.

After his shower the next day, Killian was gazing at his reflection. It looked so odd—granted, he already knew that from Snow’s continued documentation (and he still had the lead in circumference), but there was also something somehow perfect about it. He knew that, given the choice, he’d willingly do this if that was what it took for them to have a child. But in the current situation, he only worried for the future.

And then he turned to the side and his tune quickly changed. Nevermind, this monster was destroying his body.

He was in a foul mood when he slumped down in a chair for breakfast. “What’s got you down?” Snow asked from her perch at the stove, making eggs.

“Oh, nothing; just realizing that beauty is temporary and my body will never again be the same.”

She turned down the burner and moved the eggs to the counter. “You’ve got stretch marks, huh?”

“Aye.”

“Do you want to see mine? I’ve got to imagine you’ve seen Emma’s.”

“Yes, I have—and no, you don’t have to. Just...it’s jarring.”

Snow set a plate down in front of him. “I get that. But you’re both doing so well; you can do this.”

“I sure hope so.”

David followed a few minutes later with similar grumbles. Snow wasn’t as gentle with him. “Try dealing with them from two babies!”

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Ten days into this ordeal, still no one had seen or heard from the Black Fairy in weeks. In reverse of that, Emma’s visions and tremors had yet to abate. She woke every night whimpering at the dreams that haunted her, and though she tried to hide it from Killian, he picked up on everything right away.

Though he was into his second trimester and it made it harder for him to hold and comfort her the way he wanted to, he did his best, and she seemed to glean some comfort from the constantly moving baby within him.

Late at night at the end of the 11th day, she’d woken again and Killian had brought her into his side as much as he could; their joined hands lay on top of his round belly.

“I’m scared,” she whispered into his shoulder.

“I know, love; me too,” he admitted.

“I’m so worried—about you, about the kid—about...that I might not be able to be here for this kid, and I’ll leave Henry…” He felt a tear wet the fabric of his (well, Dave’s) shirt, and knew his own would be joining it soon—damn these hormones.

“My darling, if I have anything to say about it, that won’t happen. I won’t stop until we can have the future we’ve fought for and dreamed of.”

“I know, I know; but this complicates things—we have someone else to think about now,” she countered, tracing his stomach.

“It does, yeah; but have hope—we’ll figure this out.”

“You sound like my mom.”

“A wise woman.”

“Yeah, she is.”

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The sun rose and fell on the 12th day, and it seemed like their babies were now in a sprint to the finish line; both bellies grew a few inches just in one day. When David flopped down on their bed that night, massaging the globe that was his abdomen, his anxieties were racing. For one, they still had Emma’s fate hanging over their head; two, he was exhausted from looking after Neal while this new baby was playing football with his kidneys; and three, they only had a little more than a day left in this ordeal. He and Killian had done their best to get the nursery ready here, and he knew Emma and Snow had set up an extra crib back at the loft. Belle had brought over some of the baby things she hadn’t gotten to use on Gideon for Emma & Killian, and they hadn’t gotten rid of any of Neal’s stuff yet, so everyone would probably be set.

It was just...a lot.

He sighed heavily as Snow came in and settled on the bed next to him. “What was that for? Kick to the bladder?” She started to massage his belly; her touch was heavenly on his strained muscles.

“No. Just...everything. Emma, and Neal, and this one...how are we gonna do this?”

“Together, of course.”

He scoffed a bit. “Yeah, but I’m the only one who’ll be giving birth here and Snow...I’m not sure I can do it.”

She gave him a sidelong glance. “If I could do it twice, you can do it once.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not that; I’m...I’m not as strong as you are, Snow. I don’t know how I’ll get through it.”

“Hey.” Her tone was surprisingly stern. “You are a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. And you know I’ll be there right at your side; you’ve got nothing to worry about—I promise.”

“Well, okay. But only because you promised.”

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Things were tense the next day, knowing that the babies could come at literally any moment. Emma and Snow stayed home and hovered over the guys nervously, jumping at any noise or movement from them. They’d both been experiencing some Braxton-Hicks-like contractions over the last day or so, but no one knew what to expect with this.

Killian still had the advantage by several centimeters in their belly circumference competition; though it had only been days, he already couldn’t remember what his feet looked like and was sure the way his large, round stomach was straining against David’s shirt looked absolutely ridiculous. But he did get an odd comfort from hugging his belly and feeling the way his baby still moved about, even if the way he or she was now resting low on his hips made it difficult to move with any ease or speed.

David was honestly surprised that Killian’s belly was bigger, because with as large as he felt, he was sure he’d win that challenge. And given the way he’d been addicted to anything sugary or salty over the last couple weeks, he knew he’d probably done some damage to his body that had nothing to do with this kid. He had to admit, though, that he hadn’t completely hated this; it wasn’t anything he ever expected, and having two kids so close in age was going to be an adventure in its own right, but feeling and seeing this one grow inside him was, honestly, really cool.

Late in the afternoon—approaching the 39-week mark—both men kept shifting in their seats uncomfortably.

“Killian, do you think it’s time?” Emma asked, bringing him a tall glass of ice water; he was sweating a bit, but no more than he had been the last couple days.

“I’m really not sure,” he answered, taking a long sip. “I guess we wait and see?”

David, who had been wincing on and off all day, suddenly groaned and doubled over. “Well, I’m not. I think...I think my water just broke.”

“Oh, shit,” Emma cursed, and Snow ran in from the kitchen to inspect. One look at his (size XXXL) sweatpants told her all she needed to know.

“Yup. You’re in labor.”

A minute later, Killian did the same thing, crying out in pain.

“Shit, you too?” Emma asked?

“Seems so, love,” Killian said through a wince.

Of course, there was a knock at the door just then. Emma fussed over the guys while Snow ran to get it.

She threw open the door in her panic. “Granny, hi; now isn’t a good time,” she greeted the old wolf. “They both just went into labor.”

“Oh?” Granny seemed surprised, but oddly not stressed—or even remotely like herself. “Well, isn’t that perfect.”

“What?” Snow was suddenly very confused, especially as Granny barged past her to the living room (that couch was definitely going to need to be replaced).

“I don’t think they need bearclaws right now, Granny; you know anything about being a midwife?” Emma asked as she placed a cool cloth on each of their foreheads.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” But it wasn’t Granny’s voice. Four pairs of eyes pointed at Granny, who was covered in black smoky magic and revealed her true self: the Black Fairy.

Emma and Snow stared in shock, while the guys were attempting to stand and fight.

“Oh, sit down, boys—you don’t want to harm the babies now, do you?” The fairy pushed them back down on the sofa with her magic. “I’m afraid they won’t do me any good if anything bad happens,” she continued. “I need two products of true love for my plan to work; no less.” Then she glanced at the girls. “However, I can’t risk you two meddling, so…” With a wave of her hand, she whisked herself and the men away.

“Oh, I’m gonna kill her,” Emma yelled, already making for the door. They needed help and backup, as fast as they could.

“Just let me get a shot in, too,” Snow followed.

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When the smoke cleared, the three of them were in a cave—in the mines, if David had to guess. Weak torchlight shined above; he could see Killian next to him clearly, but that was it.

“Well, I better leave you two to it, then,” the Black Fairy said. “Not that I think you’re going to be able to escape, but just in case…” She waved her hand again, and shackles appeared on their ankles, connected to the wall. “Happy laboring! I’ll be back to collect those babies in a few hours. Scream if you need help! Tata!” And then she was gone.

“Bloody...buggering...hell,” Killian panted, tugging on the chain to no avail. “Got any ideas, mate?”

“No,” David breathed, which he was doing heavily as he gripped his large bump. “I think...this one’s coming fast.”

“Are you sure?”

“No, but—” He gritted his teeth in pain. “Damn, does it hurt.”

“I’ve got you, Dave,” Killian told him, holding out his hand. David took it, and together they labored, squeezing and embracing each other through their arduous—but fast—contractions.

It became obvious that David’s labor was progressing quicker than Killian’s, though. “I think I need to push,” Dave said in a tired, strained voice.

“Okay; we can do this,” Killian said, though he supposed he was comforting himself as much as David.

As carefully as possibly, they got David’s pants off and sure enough, the baby was crowning. “I can see the head; push!”

David was yelling and the torches were flickering, but after a few quick pushes, the baby was in Killian’s hand and brace; the hook had been left at home.

“It’s a girl,” Killian said, smiling, as he put her in David’s arms.

He watched with happy tears in his eyes as David reclined on the stone wall and fawned over the tiny new life in his arms, who was crying something fierce. But he could feel his own time drawing near, the contractions becoming nearly constant and pressure increasing on his pelvis.

David was wrapping his new daughter up in his discarded pants when he noticed Killian’s distress. “Your turn?”

Killian nodded. “My turn.”

As quick as they could manage, they reversed their positions, David carefully setting his baby on a flat part of the rocky floor, and guided Killian through it like he had just done for him.

But this one wasn’t coming out as easy. “Gentle pushes, man; you can do this.”

“No, I can’t,” he cried. What if he died here? Or the baby?

“Yes, you can; I won’t let you not.”

With one last, fierce cry, Killian pushed harder than he thought possible—and heard the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

“It’s also a girl,” David told him as he put the squealing infant in his arms. She was so perfect and so precious. David handed him his pants, too, and he swaddled the babe as best he could.

For a long while, they sat huddled together, shaking a bit from the cold air—they’d put their pants back on and wrapped the babies in their shirts—but mainly staring at their little ones. Eventually, though, David wondered, “Now what?”

“Well, if the Black Fairy hasn’t come to claim them, I suppose that’s good.”

“And what do we do if she does?”

“Fight like hell.”

“Well, duh. But with what?”

They were discussing battle tactics and keeping an ear open for anything while the babies slept. For a long time, nothing happened, but then, they finally heard it—footsteps.

Gingerly, they both rose to their feet, clutching the babies close. As the sound grew, they could tell it was more than one person. “Bloody hell,” Killian muttered; there was no way they’d be able to defend themselves against this many.

But then the steps came into their cavern, and they relaxed immediately: Snow and Emma ran in, quickly followed by Regina, Belle, and Granny, armed with her crossbow.

“Don’t worry; it’s really me,” she said gruffly, then turned and guarded the entrance. “I owe her a crossbolt to the skull for tying me up like that.”

Snow and Emma rushed to their respective True Love’s sides. “Oh my god, there they are,” Emma gushed.

“You guys did it; I told you,” Snow said through her tears.

“How did you get in?” David asked. “How long have we been here?”

“Only a few hours,” Belle said. “When I heard what happened, I had to come along. I...I made a deal with her; she’ll let you go free.”

“But what about Gideon?” Killian asked; he hated to think what his friend might have given up.

“Don’t worry about it; Rumple and I will deal with that. I wasn’t going to let her take you babies.”

Killian took a step to go give her a hug, but nearly stumbled when he did. “We owe you, love.”

“Just take care of them, okay?” She closed the distance between them to give him an embrace, and then Emma did the same.

“Okay, now that this reunion is done, can we get out of here? I see four people who probably need some serious medical attention,” Regina called out.

“Lead the way, Regina,” David replied, and she poofed them all to the hospital with a single wave of her hand.

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Hours later, with clean bills of health for the new dads and the babies, both families were squeezed into a booth at Granny’s. Snow and Emma had their respective new daughters in their arms, while their tired, sore boys were basically propped against the window. They were sure their now-soft bellies would never be flat again, and certain that they’d never catch up on sleep, but as they looked on the sweet faces in their loves’ arms, they knew it was all worth it.

The rest of town was gathered in celebration—both for the new little princesses, and that Granny was back; the quality of food had really taken a nosedive.

And, with the proper pomp that such a celebration deserved, the babies were presented to the kingdom properly: Princess Ruth Nolan, and Hope Swan-Jones.

The diner erupted in applause, Henry gushed over his new sister and aunt, and even Regina seemed to shed a happy tear. But the immediate families themselves were just happy to be through their latest adventure.

Despite the tumult of the day, spirits were high.

“I’m usually the one preaching the optimism,” Snow commented as she looked at Emma and Killian, both grinning. “What changed?”

“There’s no way the Black Fairy can beat us now,” Emma replied. “Not when we have Hope.”

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[dearestsouleater]

Entry #326 January 22, 2019 7:45 pm

Dearest SoulEater,

“Love does not change you, Loneliness does..“

That was my FB post this morning trying to reflect upon everything that transpired since December. Then this afternoon, after I have submitted my BIR Sworn Oath for Tax, I chanced upon Lara’s Coffee shop and decided to take my ultra late lunch there. I was eating this and maybe I might be feeling good now, so maybe it is high time to tell the story that has made me from an 2018 optimist to a 2019 pessimist.Yeah I know, Soul. It has been 6 long months since my last post, with lots and lots of things happened not being said. I have the memories in the form of videos at Youtube. It is there.

It all started December, where I was already forecasting the things I need to do for my transition to the same job but with better benefits. Like it always was, I had to endure the expectations and works of a teamleader, deciding on things and being responsible for them. I know for a fact that Ill be needing a lot of money to secure the new requirements set by the Civil Service for me to be accepted as a Casual Nurse under the Department of Health. I still have money, but the pressure was there, a very big cold and dark pressure. First is that we havent received our salary for November, and that it was December, meaning I had to prepare my gifts to my subordinates and of course, Lianne. With the budgeting I did, I can secure the costly requirements, but it will take toll to my plans with Lianne. I had to think long term and made sure that I secure that requirements for me to be financially secured until 2022. Me and Lianne were having some talks, and while she was planning, I was actually hesitant. Her plans involve expenses that are way beyond my capacity, she may have money for it, but I gotta consider where I stand after spending those. But in the end I agreed with what was initially planned and went on with my “Bahala na”.

Came December 21, it was our Christmas Party for the Department of Health. It was already stressful for me as being a Teamleader, I am responsible to a lot of things. And I am already in turmoil because of our ugly presentation since all municipalities are required to present a dance or whatever. Ours was not a presentation, more like an intermission number. That morning while I was having my preparations for that event, Lianne texted me and that conversation turned sour. She suddenly dropped the “As I thought” bomb on me. At the time I already saw what was coming. She was expecting that I have prepared plans for her on the coming holidays particularly Christmas. At the back of my mind I was thinking, didnt we had this conversation before, she already laid out the plans of what were bound to do, go to this fancy hotel and celebrate, after that go back to her apartment and be with each other, that was it. She was expecting more from me. Of all the times it would happen, why on that moment. We were still talking as I went to the venue of that Christmas Party masked as an Exit Conference. I was there the whole morning trying to juggle managing Lianne’s predicament with the problems I am facing on that event. Until she sent me a message that made me snap.. “Kahit hindi ka na bumalik”. I knew on that moment that that was it. That moment, I knew I cant keep going on. I understood that we cant make it work out anymore. I thought she was my partner for my battles, it turns out she was another battle that I had to win..and I felt so betrayed. I was just sitting there at my table, null and void with nothing but my fake smiles and just saying Im ok while people ask me why I was silent. I had to endure it for hours. And it felt like it was that day all over again, coz she gave back my money too. I dont even know what to feel and act them out. I just went home blank and staring after that successful Exit Conference.. Success for the event, disaster for me. I went home and acted like everything was ok and it was not. My parents even noticing it but I pretended that Im fine. They didnt know we already broke up on that day. I cancelled my reservation for the bus going to manila and had the money shifted to my mom’s reservation. Ate Cely asked me why, and I told them I was recalled for an emergency work on the 27th and 28th which was true. But I lied about the reason why Im not going to Manila anymore, it was because I had no more reason to go there. It was once again a long night..but it was never new to me. I have already faced the same event when she said she did not love me anymore, but only this time I had more resilience.

December 27, my parents had to leave for Manila because my father had to prepare going back to Saudi. I just didnt have the motivation to go anywhere, so I told them that I was recalled for work since it was an urgent matter and that it was a critical time for my appointment as a casual employee. And so they left me.. That time, a typhoon was coming in and that it was automatic for us nurses from DOH to activate Code White meaning we have to respond and report evacuees to central command. December 28 we already lost power supply and access to clean water, water was coming in too fast inside our house because they seep inside the cement, and I had to clean those areas the whole 24 hours. The next day, I stared at how black it was at my home..cold, dark and alone. I only had spare food to eat without the assurance that the faucet water was clean. That moment, I knew loneliness was killing me slowly. I have never been so alone at that point, that it made me think of a lot of things. But an unexpected event happened. My relatives who came from Naga cannot pass thru at the market going to their house as it was already in high flood, so they called me 11 pm that night to ask if they can stay at my house for the meantime. I was thinking that maybe it was You Soul that was giving me some light. So they came and stayed with me until the morning. They made me breakfast and then had to leave immediately to check the status of their own home. Maybe I got saved. Saved from feeling hopeless and alone. I went over to do my work to report any casualties of that calamity in our Municipality and had to live alone again.

December 31, current came back at around the afternoon and the relatives that I took in during the storm gave me Pizza from Shakeys because they knew I would be celebrating the New Year alone. There I was, only with myself and my prepared food before 12 am of January 1st 2019. I only had the pizza my relatives gave me, left over wine at the fridge and pancit canton while watching my friends from Twitch celebrate the New Year. I only had Se7en of HelixxVR with me during that time. I had no fireworks, I had no devices for making loud sounds, only me and my beating heart.

The whole of January was spent with me being all alone, doing everything by myself for myself, trying to survive and live. Our contracts are under abeyance due to some problems with the budget allocated with the Department of Health so what I have been doing in the past 3 weeks is just be at Twitch, stream, watch. It was during that time that I had a record high of 332 viewers, was able to pull off a 24 hr stream and got qualified for Twitch Partner. I slept 5 am almost everyday and woke up around 1 pm, missing my breakfast and lunch. I had nothing to do but stream and play. My November salary came, but it was all for paying the remaining bills and my December Salary is still pending.

Being alone for a long time turned me into something else. Maybe it was karma, or consequences of bad choices, but who is there to blame? Not Lianne, not everyone, not even You, Soul..only me. I decided not to talk to anyone about it. I just felt not doing it. I wanted this darkness for myself so I told no one about what I had gone through. I dont hate Lianne for what happened to us. I just came to realize that we have different end games. She wanted a grandeur life while I wanted a peaceful and simple one. She loved to travel while I only want to travel to just one place and that is Japan. We were different and it only needed sometime for me to accept that we are not compatible and that we are only bound to more stress and fights if we continued. I never talked about what happened to us at Social Media because it wont make me feel any better. I did not block her from my social medias as well because there is no sense doing it. I still see her posts, and maybe it was my way of self punishment.

2018 was a treasure chest of memories for me of her. It just so happened that December of that year became the Pandora’s box. She is currently happy now and I do pray to You Soul that you give her healing, and that she can move on peacefully, find someone that she deserves, not a loser like me who has nothing to offer as of the moment.  I still consider her a friend and acquaintance because Im not holding anything against her and I completely understand if she does not feel the same way I do.

I ate the last bits of my juicy saucy burger and finished it with my fries. I left with a face hoping that someday, I may never wish to ask from You that I rest..for good.

Thank You Soul, for everything..the blessings and lessons. You can still try and guide me while I try to live this tiring life. Give me something to motivate me to go on, yeah?

Love lots,

Jim..

P.S.

Funny that Jin didnt come out this time. Maybe he was confident Im getting through with this. I hope his confidence was right.

[snuffles-groovy-doghouse]

the prince who lived ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Fake snarry fans call it the Prince Who Lived, everyone knows real Snarry fans call it Greased Lightning.

Gives nose/forehead kiss - Sev would kiss Harry’s forehead and the top of his head more often than he’d kiss his lips. He does it to show affection and sweetness, but also because he knows that if he starts kissing Harry’s lips, Harry is really responsive and it will quickly escalate to more than just soft kisses. Harry would kiss Sev’s nose, but not until much later in the relationship where he’d playfully call it his raven’s beak. He really loves feeling it against his neck, so he’d had a cute fondness for his nose.

Gets jealous the most - I think if they were flirted with equally, Harry would get more jealous, but Harry tends to be the one who gets flirted with more and Sev hates it. What really sets him off is if someone asks to buy Harry a drink and pulls the whole ‘your father won’t mind right,’ knowing full well that Sev is his lover instead. Not that he’d hex them or anything, but they’d get scalding remarks and sarcasm. Luckily Harry doesn’t go out of his way to make him jealous, but that he can sometimes be oblivious to getting flirted with. He assumes because of his job and history, people just want to talk to him.

Pick the other up from the bar when they are too drunk to drive. - Most of the time it’s Severus. Harry goes out with Ron and has too many drinks, especially after a hard case or if their favorite quidditch team wins. If for some strange reason it’s the Chudley Cannons that win those two would drink the Leaky Cauldron dry. Severus wouldn’t drive though, he would just apparate him back home and poor Harry would probably make a mess on the floor when the food/alcohol came back out. I can see Severus going out once a year or so when he’s remembering the past and those he could not save, Harry would take him home and fuss terribly about him.

Takes care of on sick days - Both of the boys are stupid about being sick. Harry because of his upbringing and Aunt Petunia not really taking care of him when he was sick and almost getting killed a few times, he would just try to keep going and ignore being ill. It’s not until day three or so that he’s fatigued that he’d stop trying to fight it and just let Severus take care of him. Severus does his best to hide being sick. He hates inconveniences and there is nothing more inconvenient than a runny nose, especially when he’s trying to brew something and is used to being able to just catch a wiff if it’s coming out right, or over heating due to being next to a cauldron and having a fever. It makes him really grumpy and Harry has to take care of him in more roundabout way, like saying he wants to cuddle, but really he just want Severus to rest.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - I think at least once Harry would want to try gillyweed for fun. He likes the adventure and thrill, it felt strange the first time but when he’s not worried about Ron and thinking the merpeople would cause actual damage, he appreciates it. He’d try to get Severus to try it too, but Severus hates being so undressed in public. It’d have to be for a special occasion or something of the sort and Harry would have to say that they are going to gather ingredients in the ocean or something.

Gives unprompted massages - Both would do this to each other. Severus has complicated emotions about how Harry has really grown up into an adult who is overworked and in charge of far too much. In some ways, I think he was hoping that after saving the world Harry could finally relax and have something of life, but instead he is just in the middle of things as always. He’d massage him in hopes of relieving stress and in case the other got injured while on the field. Harry is just loving and I can see Severus getting headaches often, so he’d give Severus neck and head massages in order to try to get the headache to go away.

Drives/rides shotgun - Severus would like being in control of driving and Harry prefers just riding next to him. Harry would try to change the station to his music, but Severus wouldn’t let him because he is the kind to listen to the same music for the last 20 some years and change is hard for him.

Brings the other lunch at work - Severus would bring him lunch. He knows when Harry is being overworked at the Ministry he will always put others ahead of himself and won’t take a break. I can see that he’d owl Harry and ask if he ate, around 3 pm or so and when Harry replies with a 'no’, he’d get annoyed and bring him a balanced lunch.

Has the better parental relationship - …………. I suppose you could assume that Eileen left Cokeworth and the house and is still alive, but just wanted to leave that life behind her and that’s why Severus has Spinner’s End. Even then I think Harry would be take time to warm up to her. He saw that she argued and in didn’t do enough to keep Severus from being abused by Tobias, so he’d take some time to get over that.

Tries to start role-playing in bed - Neither would really try, but it would just escalate to it. Harry would come home in the full auror uniform and Severus would make some sort of comment of, 'oh are you going to arrest me,’ and Harry would just play along with it. He’d use incarcerous to bind him to the chair or something, then start playfully interrogating him. Severus likes the feeling of Harry’s wand against him knowing that it won’t be actually used for something unpleasant. Both would find it oddly arousing and things would just keep escalating.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer - I almost feel like canonly Harry is, especially if he’s with his friends or if he’s just in a good mood. If it’s wizard radio and they mention a creature, he probably with try to dance like them and Severus laughs about it, only because drunk Harry won’t remember him actually laughing.

Still cries watching Titanic - Harry, because he’s so happy that Severus didn’t lose his life to save him. He couldn’t imagine his life without Severus now and the thought of losing Severus and then going through his life without him and only meeting up with him after he’s died many years later breaks his heart and makes him cry. He explains why to Severus one day and the other say’s he’s being silly, but he’s glad he means so much to Harry. ((Watch me ignore canon hard))

Firmly believes in couples costumes - Neither, really? Harry wouldn’t want to force Severus to dress up in a costume so he wouldn’t really bring it up, but if they had to Severus would pick to match with him so at least he’d feel less ridiculous. The more low key it is and covering, the more comfortable Severus would actually feel.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas - Without a doubt, Harry. He’s rubbish knowing how expensive things really are, especially when using wizarding money. With both the Potter and Black fortune in his vaults, he can afford gifts where the price has to be asked for. After a few years he learns Severus hates expensive gifts on principle, so Harry tends to buy him practical expensive gifts like luxury black robes or the like. If Severus ends up finding the price though he will get annoyed with him and call it a waste. Still in a way he is happy to have something so nice and would treasure it.

Makes the other eat breakfast - Harry is definitely a three meals a day kind of guy and he doesn’t really need to be made to eat anything, Severus on the other hand could probably skip a meal or two. Therefore Harry makes Severus eat breakfast, mostly because he doesn’t really want to eat alone and sees it as bonding.

Remembers anniversaries - Both of them remember the date, but Harry sometimes gets busy and forgets on the day of. He’d feel guilty about it later on though when Severus properly remembers and gives him some sentimental gift. After a year or two he’d start making sure to put reminders though and even take the day off so they can sleep in together and then have a nice day in each other’s company.

Brings up having kids - Severus doesn’t really see himself as a good father and would think he is too old. I don’t think Harry would actively choose to have kids, but given the choice I like the idea of Harry being the one to raise Teddy Lupin. He definitely relates to the orphan aspect and he’d be so utterly fascinated with him being a metamorphagus, plus it’s his godson. Severus would probably help him control his abilities and since it would require the same mental focus, at least he figures, as occlumency. It ends up being more emotions rather than mental focus, but he would be quite fond of Teddy.

[chrysaliseuro2018]

Lisbon by Day and Night

So day 1 really in Lisbon and George had organised a free walking tour. Alex had arrived very late the night before so we all said a hearty hello in the morning. Alex is a a Canadian Aussie living in London and you don't get much more cosmopolitan than that. It was so lovely to catch up again. Some breakfast in house and then a quick sorty to the start of the tour which was not far away. Our tour guide was Joao (hard J ie Jow though he said he responded to anything including Joe) who advised he was 24 and a student of linguistics. Fantastic English, curly hair with the beard. He looked like a gentle version of one of those old Portuguese seafarers. There were 19 in the tour group and Joao was pretty engaging. The first half of the tour was reasonably devoted to various hints eg the practicaIities of negotiating the public transport system and insights into good bars and cafes and indeed where to buy the best pastel de natas. We also saw the funicular and various other sights including the view across the city from the Santa Justa viewing platform which was pretty speccy. The "hero" of the tour was an American cousin aged around early 50s who proffered opinions , suggestions, comments, questions and general observations at every opportunity. This was much to Penny's amusement and I have to say added to the quirkiness of the tour (there's nothing better than an eccentric). Joao stoically responded blandly to a regular and obvious stream of comments eg. when Joao was discussing one of the early (and most cool) nightclubs in Lisbon that his parents had attended which actually turned people away if they didn't like the look of you (unheard of in the 70s in Lisbon) our mate said you mean just like studio 54 in New York. A bemused Joao indicated that a lot of places do that now but it didn't matter old chum pressed on with his point till he felt it was made ( ie Joao thanked him for his contribution probably secretly thinking could the earth open up and swallow this guy) much to our amusement. Anyway the tour progressed. Mixed reviews. Joao I felt was probably catering for a youngish audience though split his tour in two with the second half devoted to a bit more history of Lisbon and Portugal. We did hear about King John (Joao - apparently every 2nd bloke is called Joao here) the 1st of Portugal (the illegitimate son of the previous King) who in the 14th century had basically saved the country's independence from Spain in a battle. Apparently he got rid of a number of his half- relatives to ensure his early access to the throne including his half sister. This was met with some voluble anguish by our American friend who was hoping for a happier ending. Also we heard of poet Luiz Vaz de Camoes, Portugal’s national poet, who died in 1580 and wrote Os Luciadas - Portugal's national epic poem about that country's achievements in the 16th century. Their national day is in his honour. This cove also had some legendary stories about being shipwrecked and swimming with one arm to the shore while the other held the draft manuscript of the poem above the waves. This was embellished by Joao (and via legend) with the possibility that Camoes also had his sweetheart on the boat but chose to save his manuscript instead. Also that he was reciting a new poem in his head and thought it was so good that he let the manuscript go as he preferred the new version he was reciting as he swam. Whatever the truth it was a good yarn and he was obviously quite a character in real life. Perhaps the most intriguing story was around the fall of fascism and the dictatorship in Portugal which finally happened in 1974. It also signalled the end of their colonial status. Joao had obviously heard a lot from his parents about life at that time and clearly read a lot which he relayed. Portugal had chosen to go its own way. It was neutral during the second world war and subsequently aligned itself with neither super power having no time for communists and no time for democracy. The dictatorship was still waging war in places like Angola to retain its colonies but more importantly the various mineral revenues originating there that supported it. Being not a particularly rich country its army was ill equipped to fight these wars and so the airforce was relied on to bolster it. This all changed when the Russians provide the Angolans with missiles which quickly accounted for the Portuguese airforce - end of the war. We probably got the simplistic version but it was pretty riveting. Just as riveting was how the dictatorship lost power domestically in 1974, basically overthrown by a small number of army dissidents who were quickly supported by elements of the navy and particularly civilians who quickly took to the streets as things changed. We were taken to the square where much of the action happened and it was virtually a bloodless coup. So these stories lifted the tour and we saw some interesting sights along the way though Lisbon ain't Prague. We generally liked the tour though voted our guide in Barcelona ahead of Joao simply because he gave us better insights over 2000 years+ of the history of the city. Joao was a bit narrower in focus timewise though entertaining enough. Amusingly at the end who should be providing him with a critique of his performance but American chum. I reckon Joao would have liked to reverse the critique but he took it in good spirit. At the end of the tour we quickly found ourselves in the neighbourhood of Alfama where lunch of sardines or octopus salad (the latter for Liz and Penny - gritty apparently) + beers ensued. Amusingly the table was at an angle of 20 degrees so Penny's head on the lower side was much lower than George's on the other side of the table. Vertigo inducing though the beers helped. It was the usual jolly lunch with everyone in good form and plenty of debriefing about our American tour mate. Waiter was a bit grumpy (wrong job) but all this stuff adds to the colour. All good and then Liz and I headed off to explore Alfama further and everyone else to wherever they chose. We basically walked around Alfama and other areas on the way home taking it all in. We had booked dinner for 7.00 (only time available otherwise we would have stuck to our preferred Spanish eating time of 8.00pm+) at the place we could not get into the previous night - the Cantinho do Avillez so that was the next commitment for that day. We all rolled up at home in the late afternoon Liz and I snoozed, the team had a few beers but by 7.00 we were at the Cantinho. Food was superb and we knew why it was so highly rated. Funky joint, friendly staff even had a stout beer. We ate amongst other things - exploding olives (soft and an immediate explosion of flavour in your mouth), octopus, tuna, pigs trotters, various tapas offerings together with great red wine. No wonder it got booked out. Despite the insistence on an early start by the restaurant there was no pressure to leave and so we trundled out around 9.00ish (can't remember). More drinks were required and we were recommended a venue by the waitress but opted for a wine bar suggested by our friend Caitlyn Box who lives in London "Jose Maria da Fonseca". Tables were scarce to come by though we secured a big barrel for us all to lean on and place drinks on just outside in the lane way which did the trick. We hoed into the red wine kindly donated by Alex and a jolly fun time was had by all. When we were finally offered an inside table we declined as we were so happy with our external spot on a mild evening. After an hour or so ( can't remember) Liz and I headed off and left the " kids" to play. They went to the place suggested by the waitress at the restaurant which turned out to be a bit dodgy and in a dodgy part of town strip clubs etc) so they ended up at the the local bar suggested for us by Joao on the tour. Turned out it was really laid back a bit like a house party rather than a bar. He said it was alternative. That tour is starting to look more valuable. George was home first around 1.00 as I had to let her in since we only had two keys and the others trailed in later (Liz and I were out to it). Great food, great wine even a good beer, great fun, everyone in fine form - a brilliant night.

[voidselfshipp]

The Copper Wars

Chapter 4

Okay to rb!

For once,engenieer was not in his workshop, wich meant that jerico arrived Next.

He grabbed the Copper metal sheets, taking a good look at them,and the rest of the lot.

Would he have enough?.

--Sorry for bein' late--engies voice grabs his attention--Was uh,makin tea, I know ya dont exactly like coffee....

--Aw, thanks engie--jeri grabbed the cup--Well..I guess we should get to bussiness.

And that they did.

They spent most of the day assembling the wiring and the mechanisms,that would impulse the big robot.

When the sun was setting both decided to go Grab dinner.

Jer Ate his food on silence,noticing that spy and sniper werent there.

Well,they did seem more secluded than the others.

He politely said thanks,and washed his used dishes, taking vica,who was sleeping on the couch in his arms, and went to highest floor of the base, a watchtower that had a door leading to the roof.

He sat there, leaning on the handrail of the watchtower, as vica was sitting on his shoulder.

The cat purred and nuzzled his neck, he laughed and scratched under their chin.

--Whats on my mind you ask?--he said,looking up at the Sky--i have everything and nothing at the same time, I guess, these days have been very rough--The cat mewled in response--man, now that I think of it,I havent written to dad in a good while, I should do that...

The cat then jumped to the handrail,somehow balancing theirself while on the thin metal tube, their dark purple eyes met their owners, and licked his hand.

--Youve been very cuddly these days vica,not complaining,but Its weird...--he just shrugged, and looked at the time in his watch--Hmm I guess I can stay like this a bit longer...

He spent the rest of the hour talking back and forth with his familiar,who answred with purss and hisses.

--yo Jerico?,wake up--A voice called his name, jer groaned,and leaned on his side,his Back facing the person that was calling him.

--i told jou zo vake Him up softly

He did recognize that voice, he opened his eyes and yawned,now moving his body to rest on his back, he Turned to see scout and medic--Hey guys...whats up?--his voice sounded raspy and deep, as he rubbed his eyes.

--jou overslept, its almost afternoon

--Man....-- he sat up stretching his body, causing his two companions to blush suddenly--Guess I was tired huh?--he smirked and got out of bed,thankfully he had some shorts on--thanks for waking me up,otherwise id be sleeping till noon

--Uh dont mention it

And with a confused look he saw medic and scout bolt out of his room.

--Weird....

He decided to brush it off and grabbed his things and headed for the shower room.

As the water hits his body,he heard the pure chaos that was going down in the rest of the showers.

He couldnt help but giggle as he washed his hair,softly singing to himself, he dried his hair and body once he was done,and wrapped the towel around his waist.

--Can I know what in the name of god was going on?--he grabbed his shirt and pants while looking at the mirror where some of the guys were shaving or combing their hair.

His eyes met medics, realizing his german friend had some blush on his cheeks.

--scout dropped his soap, pyro zried zo help him by setting said soap on fire,we all had zo stop pyro from doing zhe same vith Scouts deodorant

Jerico started to laugh while heading to the changing room--I wish I could have seen it while it was happening that sure was something

After changing he went to eat a quick lunch and getting to work on Forge.

So,the past few weeks he spent his time working with engie.

None of them,except maybe pyro, would admit it,but jericos presence did really make itself be missed, he had been Cooped up with work,barely even greeting and eating breakfast with them.

Engie assured his team jeri was alright,he was working very hard to finish this proyect.

But eventually,the team went with imaginary pitchforks and torches to engie.

-- "The townsfolk got together and they figured out a plan

They knew they'd have to do their best to save their fellow man--Jerico sung while hanging off a harness,soldering Forges faceplates--

And, though they had no weapons, they all had a lot of brains:

They'd build machines to leave their villain in a world of pain!

So Wilbur brought the copper, old Frank supplied the steel;

Bob and Sue had extra chains, and Tommy brought the wheels;

They knew they'd have a chance with these, they knew they'd win the fight

And they worked all through the night!--engie went up the scaffoldings, the robot was huge,thirty feet off the ground was giving him the chills--So saddle up your steam-bike and put your goggles on

We've got to be prepared or else we'll all be dead by dawn

Copperplate is coming and his eyes are seeing red

And he's after Wilbur's head!--his singing was stopped as engie called his name.

--Hey jerico! The guys really wanna see ya,they Came to me like an angry mob!

Jeri stopped what he was doing,and smiled--aww they miss me?thats adorable!--He answered lifting His soldering goggles-'okay lemme finish this and ill be down there in a bit!

Engie sighed in relief,mostly because he could go back down to the safety of the floor.

Jerico finished his work for the day,and descended to the floor, taking off his Gear covered in Grease.

He Walked to the dinning room where everyone was expecting him.

Yes even spy and sniper.

A Sly smile crossed Jers lips--Well well well, a little birdie told me you guys missed me

--yea and what if we did huh?--scout defensely said.

--Well thats just cute!--blacksmith hugged scout tightly with a huge grin on his face.

The Bostonian boy patted his back,red as all hell.

--Well,im here,actually I might go take a shower,im all sweaty,covered in Grease and just disgusting overall

--Youd make us all a favor-spy commented taking a drag from his ciggarette.

--Yeah youve missed me so dearly spy--jers mocking tone got a small chuckle out of the frenchman.

And without much wait blacksmith headed to the shower.

--Im not sayin anything...but he hugged me first!first!-Jeremy commented,bragging about the fact that well,his crush hugged him.

To no-ones surprise,other than jerico himself who didnt know,the mercs new coworker Turned into their crush.

Some just accepted it,others denied it until jeri errased himself from the face of the earth for a while.

--oh ye?when he comes back ill be the very first to hug 'im!--demo barked Back.

A quick shower later,jer quickly changed, and Walked back to where everyone was.

--And im back hi!--his words were cut by demo hugging him tightly,his cheeks Turned bright Pink, and started to giggle--Hey demo wassup?

--Nothin much--his face turned to scout who was green with envy.

--Would ya look at that,actually smelling like a normal human being--sniper added his snarky comment with a playful intention behind it.

--De orejas habla el burro(about ears spoke the donkey)

Spy and engie smiled smugly,and looked at sniper.

--Wot?--the aussie asked to no-one in particular.

--Jerico said like youre the one to talk,pardner

What followed was the longest 'ohhh' coming from the mercs, except of course spy and sniper),like if they went back to their teen years.

--Okay children,behave--blacksmith added,coming out of the kitchen with his tea Cup.

The Next two hours they all sat and talk peacefully,thats until tiredness for the best of jeri,and he Walked down hes room.

--jerico!wait up!--scout ran behind him--jeesus youre fast--this is the first time jer had seen him actually somewhat exhausted.

--Scout whats up?

--First uh,im Jeremy, second I am just...happy youre back,even if its for a bit, at least....we all have missed you, I...I've missed you--jeremy said, scratching the back of his neck--the room changes completly when youre around and i--, what im trying to say is...

Jers brows furrowed,until he heard his companion mutter a soft 'fuck it' and kissed him briefly.

Before scout can run away he grabs his hand and pulls him in for an actual kiss.

The Bostonian wraps one ar around his waist and the other is used as support as he hovers over his crush.

Jeri hugs his neck, pulling him closer.

--oh thank god--scout whispered hiding his face on the crook of blacksmiths neck.

Jerico caresses his hair and smiles--Im going to have to go okay?

He heard scout grunt but nodding,breaking the hug.

They said their goodbyes and jeri went to sleep.

What a day it was...